#As in on the floor crying like a baby in a puddle of tears bc my blorbo finally did it on screen

[meganechan05]

headcanon sketch

I look forward to the day Rita can really smile behind their mask or when their face isn't covered. But also terrified because there's a possibility that if Rita goes into pure, unadulterated rage, they'll smile. Like we truly don't know if Rita ever smiles behind their mask so the idea of them smiling when angry is a headcanon of mine until proven otherwise.

(The text in the back says "Don't touch Morfonia" because I feel like if they do another Episode 5 ending where Morf gets hurt, it would be more aligned with when the two get much closer and Morf becomes someone Rita truly cares about and wouldn't want to lose. Up until Episode 10, they just saw each other as King and Servant. Now it's more of that line being blurred while maintaining Rita's neutrality but learning to depend on Morf more.)

If their pure rage is still them in their usual stoic expression, I would 100% love to see Yuzuki pull that off for Rita. She can make Rita so emotive with one eye and small movements so I'd like to see that kind of rage if Rita does have an episode where they just snap.

[gaybitchfx]

hello I'd like to request a Mikey fic omega verse AU where reader is pregnant (due to them having intercourse while drunk) and he tells Mikey that he's the father bc he's the only guy he ever had intercourse with, but Mikey doesn't believe him bc he doesn't remember anything from their drunken love making, but he still accompanies reader through the pregnancy bc he wants to prove that he isn't the father when the kid is born. (but he is) angst and fluff pls thank you. also take your time and take care!

-🍓 Character(s): Mikey

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW + a/b/o

-🍓 Warning(s): Angst

-🍓 Edited: ❌

Your hands trembled as you stared at the pregnancy test, two pink lines were shown meaning you were pregnant.

“I’m…pregnant..” You mumbled in disbelief as your vision began to cloud from the tears that formed in your eyes.

You dug deep into your memory hoping you could at least figure out who the last person you were with till it dawned on you.

Mikey.

You remember drinking with him and after that everything was just fuzzy and choppy.

“How am I going to tell him?” You rested your head in your hands after placing the test to the side. It took you a while, but you called Mikey saying you had something to tell him, something very important.

You didn’t tell him what it was leaving him more curious till you both met up. “So, what is it?” Mikey asked as he yawned, a tear bead appearing in the corner of his eye.

“I’m…pregnant…” You whispered the last part making Mikey tilt his head a bit. “You’re what?” “I’m pregnant.” You said louder this time surprise Mikey. “Ooo congratulations. Who’s the father?”

Mikey clapped his hands a faint smile appearing on his lips. You gripped the sleeve of your jacket as a faint whimper left your mouth, you were upset. “You alright?” Mikey asked, his smile disappearing.

“You’re..you’re the father.” Mikey’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up from his seat. “No way that’s mine... I didn’t even have sex with you..” Mikey said as he furrowed his brows making you look down at your lap.

“You were the first and only person I’ve been with, Mikey. We did it after we went drinking.”

“Bullshit. I don’t even remember what happened after that.” Mikey looked down at you, you were shaking and on the verge of crying, your scent was a mix of feelings.

He let out a sigh as he brushed some of his hair away from his face.

“I don’t think it’s mine, but I’ll still be there for you till you give birth to that pup. When I prove it’s not mine then..there isn’t much I can do after to help me.” Mikey said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thank you..” You sniffled and brushed away any stray tears. Months went by and Mikey did as he said, he made sure you were well taken care of and safe till you were in the 1st month of your third trimester.

“Mikey..could you get the stole for me please?” You asked the man who nodded and went to the living room to retrieve the item.

When he came back, you were holding onto the counter, panting in pain. Underneath you was a puddle of water that had damped your slippers and the floor. Mikey dropped the stole as he began panicking internally.

“Is it..” You nodded your head, not even bothering to talk. Mikey quickly got the car keys and gently rushed you out the door and to the car. “The baby wasn’t supposed to be here for another two months, fuck..” Mikey grumbled as he left the drive-through and began speeding to the hospital.

“I’m..sorry..” You said in between gasps, tears began streaming down your face. Mikey’s face softened as he took your hand in his. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He said as he released a more calming and pleasant scent to help with your pain and calm you down.

When the both of you arrived at the hospital you were rushed to the emergency room, Mikey of course had to wait in the waiting room. His leg bounced as he waited for one of the doctors to come out, it felt like you were in there forever.

Time was ticking by slowly, seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. When one of the doctors came out Mikey quickly got up from his seat. “How is he and the baby? Are they alright?” Mikey asked, worry present on his. The doctor smiled and nodded her head.

“The mother and baby are both healthy and are doing just fine. The baby came earlier than expected so we’ll have to keep her in an incubator till she grows a bit more.

“Can…Can I see them?” The doctor nodded her head and Mikey quickly followed her. His heart jumped around in his chest as he grew closer and closer to the doors.

When he was inside you were laid down on a bed holding a baby in a pink blanket, feeding her. You looked exhausted but happy, happy you got to meet your baby.

Mikey hesitantly went over to you getting your attention. He had gotten a good look at the baby and she looked just like him. “I told you she was yours..” You giggled making the baby coo before she yawned.

“She’s so tiny..” Mikey whispered as he moved his finger to the baby’s hand which she instantly grabbed onto. His eyes glossed over with tears as Mikey stared at his child.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” “Of course...I now have a family of my own..” Mikey sniffled as he rubbed his teary eyes. You lightly laughed as he gave a small kiss on your baby’s head.

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

Sunrise, Sunset

[A/N: I wrote this in a rush bc there’s some stuff going on in my personal life and I just watched episode 9x10 and I needed a good cry 🥺]

*Warning you rn, sad Stevie ahead

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“Christ,” you grumble under your breath, slipping in a puddle and nearly falling flat out on the back porch. You try to adjust the grocery bags in your hands to see where you’re stepping, juggling your house keys between two fingers as you mutter on, “How many times have I told that man to wipe down the deck after a swim? Gonna break my damn face one-”

Your griping comes to a dead halt and the bags fall onto the deck with a series of heavy thuds. It’s not water you slipped on.

“St-Steve?” you stammer out, choking on his name. As you follow the trail into your home, now resembling more of a macabre art exhibit than a kitchen, your voice grows stronger and you yell, “Steve! Steven!” Red streaks and fingerprints are smeared across every visible surface, and the sheer volume of blood on the floor sends your heart leaping into your throat.

You can hear heavy footfalls rounding the corner, and you brace yourself to meet your demise at the hands of the same man who attacked your husband minutes ago. Then panicked blue eyes appear at the doorway, and tears pool in your own as you rush into the familiar security of Steve’s arms.

“You’re okay,” you exhale sharply, hands roaming every inch of skin that you can find. Your fingers graze over several bandages along his arms and chest, across his split lip, down the bridge of his nose, and you repeat again, “You’re okay.”

“Most of that blood’s not mine,” he assures you, tenderly brushing his thumb over your cheek and giving you a moment to catch your breath.

“Is this- Is someone after your team?” you ask, taking note of his harried appearance and red-rimmed eyes as he leads you to sit on the living room couch.

He sniffs sharply and averts his gaze before answering, “Not Five-0. My team from the Morocco op.”

You take his hand and bring it to your lap, squeezing it tightly and running your thumb over his knuckles. “How many, Steve?”

He swallows thickly. “Three.”

“And…” You steel yourself for your follow up question. “And Joe?”

Giving your hand a squeeze in return, he says, “Joe’s okay.”

You take and release a deep breath, then lift his hand to your mouth and press a kiss to the back of it. “Do what you need to do,” you say softly. “Just come home to me in one piece when it’s done.”

“Angel, this might not-”

“Consider that an order, Steve,” you cut him off, lifting your resolute gaze to meet his. “You will come home to me.”

“Okay, mama,” he whispers. “Okay.”

—————

The telltale sound of a key slipping into the lock has you jolting awake in the dark living room. Sitting up on the couch, you rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock to find it’s nearly three in the morning. Steve steps inside and locks the door behind him before dropping his bag to the floor. Even in the dim lighting, you can see the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders, and you call out to him softly.

He takes lumbering steps towards you, then sinks to his knees and rests his head on your thigh, his arms coming up to encircle your waist. “I came home to you,” he says, haunted, his voice muffled by your cotton shorts.

“Thank you, baby,” you whisper, carding your hands through his hair as he tightens his grip on you, his anchor.

“I came home,” he intones again. Your heart aches at how small he sounds, and you understand in that moment what he’s really saying to you: I’m the only one who came home. Pressing your lips to his forehead, you murmur, “You can let go now, honey. Let it go.”

His large body quakes beneath your fingertips, heaving with silent sobs as a lifetime of loss and sacrifice takes its toll. Drawing in shuddering breaths, he clings to you like you’re the oxygen he’s seeking while you rock him side to side and run your hand along his back.

The sun will come up in a few hours, and with it, a new day. But for tonight, all your husband can focus on is coming home to you and the most beautiful sunset he’s ever seen.

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[A/N… again: Writing that last line broke me 😔 If you’ve seen this episode I hope you get the reference; seeing my baby sad breaks my heart and I was ugly crying by that point ngl]

[kitten4sannie]

ok hear me out bc this is a bit freaky, but yeo making u hold ur pee all day and laughing at u when u piss urself

ahhh a fellow piss enthusiastttt you came to the right place heheh,, but omg yeo would be such a bullyyyy <33 i hope you enjoy this little imagine :3 (i say little but it’s an entire essay atp loll)

imagine he takes you out to the city to look around, enjoy the scenery, the hustle and bustle around you, the stores, the food, the drinks. Now that you think about it, he keeps buying them for you and sharing them with you, but you end up drinking most of them on your own. A matcha latte you saw in an ad on the cafe window, a new bubble tea flavor you just had to have, and now you had ended up in some bar sharing a beer flight.

You were denied access to the bathroom all day, but now it was starting to get serious. Your bladder was pressing painfully against your lower abdomen, feeling like it would burst at any second.

It didn’t help that your boyfriend got some sick amusement out of watching you squirm and whine, your face screwed in discomfort. “I really have to go, Yeo…please, can I go?”

Yeo would lick his lips and push one of the beers he barely touched in your direction. “Maybe after you finish this, baby.”

You might’ve been dating a sadist, but you couldn’t complain. You wanted what he wanted, even if that meant it would end in humiliation.

You drank the beer down and immediately crossed one leg over the other, gripping the edge of the glossy wooden table, your knuckles white. “Yeo, I’m seriously going to burst. Please…please let me go.”

Yeosang would stand up after he paid for the drinks and lean in towards you, his piercing gaze studying the light sheen of sweat on your skin, your flushed cheeks, the concern etched into your face. Seeing you like this always made him extremely pleased. And harder than he’s ever been before. “Hold it,” he would command callously, as he guided you out of the crowded bar, your core aching with every step, doing everything in your power not to piss yourself with an audience present.

Once he leads you outside to an empty alleyway, he pushes you against the wall, making you let out a squeaking sound. “Yeo, it’s gonna come out. I can’t fucking hold it anymore!”

Yeosang presses his large hand against your taut lower abdomen, slowly pushing down, cooing, “Aww, is the poor baby gonna piss all over herself in front of me? Gonna get all filthy, hm? You can’t be a good girl and hold it longer?”

“I can’t…i can’t hold it…I can’t…” you mumbled under your breath, only taking one more push of your boyfriend’s hand, before your muscles relaxed against your will. Breathing heavily and whining, “It’s coming out,” a heavy amount of liquid begins to pour down your legs and past your skirt, drenching your thighs and spilling onto the concrete floor. “Yeosang…this is all your fault…”

Overwhelmed with the sight of you pissing yourself against your will, ready to lap up the tears that fell from your burning face, Yeosang would let out a satisfied laugh, pointing at the yellowish stream that was still flowing onto the floor and creating a puddle around the both of your feet. “Look at you, baby, holy shit. You’re making such a mess! You’re so fucking filthy.”

Now you really couldn’t hold back the tears, grabbing onto Yeosang’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug, crying into his neck, “Your fault…you meanie…”

He would rub your lower back in circles, pressing kisses onto your jaw and earlobe, whispering, “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You know I love it when you’re a dirty girl.”

[kiankiwi]

like the first ours of potty training e doesn't notice when he went potty and just realizes bc jerry is like "oh baby you're all wet" so when we give e a new diaper he promises to tell us. of it goes side ways and e is just crying and is like "no i don't need diapers" and we give e a last chance but when he is napping he has a poop explosion in the pull up and we're like "yeah baby you definitely need diapers" and it's just e avoiding diapers until he definitely is like "ok fine" and we be like "baby there's nothing wrong with using diapers"

- 🍙

E's like "oh crap did I make that puddle on the floor?!" So many tears also because he really wants to be a "big boy" but diapers are so needed and he's so apologetic when he goes potty and we realize we need to stop this experiment before he starts holding it again and needing medicine to go we'd rather him use the diapers then give him medicine

and we're just like "it's actually very big boy of you to use diapers baby i promise"

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

some *physical affection and Bakugou* thoughts:

- alright,, first things first, this is about teenage katsuki- bc i fully fully believe he would be a vEry different partner as an experienced adult,, but for fluff’s sake lets say this is like first-relationship stuff during U.A

-alright okay moving on

-to begin,, just how touch starved is lil katsuki?? at this point, well, the answer is simple. on a scale from 1-10 ?? bakugou is loudly-sobbing-if-you-even-look-like-u-might-pet-his-hair/10. so very. very touch starved.

- bc of this he will not ask you to touch him in early relationship,, but mostly bc he just doesn’t know how to ask. he’s been touch-starved for so long that he doesn’t even realize what it is he wants. pooR BABY

- start slow. if y’all date during U.A. u gotta start really simple or he flusters and gets mad bc he’s embarrassed. this means:

you doing a lot of pinkie swears so he gets used to you touching him

pretending to pick lint off of him until he stops going red every single time

letting your hands brush his every time you hand him something/vice versa

-once he’s used to u though??? once he realizes that showing physical affection is so much easier than having to say embarrassing words?? man’s is aLL physical “affection” and quite literally nothing else

-will 100% kiss u to get u to stop talking. or to get ur attention. or to just be annoying. any time really- he’ll just lean in and plant one whether ur prepared for it or not

-not necessarily clingy,, but just constant?? he’s not smothering with like hugs or full on cuddling, but if ur in the same room as him ?? then he’s sitting right next to u and poking and prodding and being annoying until ur tearing ur hair out- man’s just likes to watch the world burn okay, and if ur his world than nothing is hotter to him than when u get mad soz ur prob gonna be mad a lot

-likes to lift u up when he passes by you. tbh it’s 100% an ego thing- he has muscles, okay, and he works hard for them so obviously he’s gonna use them to annoy u. he sorta feels like it’s his god-given gift to be irritating almost as much as his quirk is

-if ur ticklish than oh my god run,, his hands are always gonna be at ur sides,, and if just u keep laughing?? just keep crying out and begging him for mercy?? baby he’s a sadist ruN

-mans is a biG fan of back scratches. if you have nails, of quite literally any length, he just turns into an absolute puddle. just melts into the floor or bed or wherever he’s laying and cannot help himself

-likes when you touch his hands. since they’re where all his power comes from, Bakugou is super proud of them and likes when you’re proud of them too. only kiss them if ur rlly prepared for an event tho (it’s the surest way to get him going 0 to 60 in 3.5)

-likes if you place a hand on his shoulder while you pass him. it’s pretty much the only pda he can stand without getting super flustered about it, but he likes it bc it shows you’re there for him and paying attention to him without making him look soft

-will absolutely go soft for hand holding in private tho. just like,, if you’re sitting and doing homework ??? grab his hand. just do it. mans will complain that you’re clingy and won’t make eye contact ,, but will also rub his thumb over the back of ur hand the entire time. this little bitch i sweaR

-will untie ur shoes,, just to be irritating and bc he thinks it’s funny when u glare at him

-bakugou’s ego straight swells if you cuddle into him while you’re asleep. man’s head’ll get so biG bc ur at ur most vulnerable and still choosing him for protection. will 100% give u shit for it in the morning though. bc he’s an asshole obvi

-doesn’t say ‘i love u’ out loud much bc words=hard,, but he 100% will trace it into ur skin if he thinks ur asleep.

-when you’re away and he misses u he’ll cuddle the pillow that you use close to his chest. for this reason u are ~not allowed~ to come back from ur trips at night so u can’t find out about what he thinks is an embarrassing behavior. u still find out anyway.

-if you’re wearing a hoodie, he likes to drop pencils or slips of paper or anything into your hood when u walk by. doesn’t matter how many times u pass him or tell him to stop either,, little asshole’ll just keep doing it, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face the entire time. he does this shit so that a few hours later, when u somehow still have something in ur hood, he can pull it out,, his hand ghosting across ur neck just enough to make u jump, and then he’ll look at u and smirk and “jesus, idiot. where’d this fuckin’ come from? how fuckin’ oblivious are u?”

-will not tell u, not for all the money and fame in the entire world, but he actually likes when u try to annoy him back. if u poke at him and prod and generally needle the same way he does to u,, challenging him and like u just can’t keep ur hands to urself- baby he’s goNE

-so, in conclusion, he will do all of this asinine, annoying shit to touch u- just the most ridiculous childish garbage and still have the audacity to look at u and call u clingy??? to pull an act like ur annoying him when u so much as ask for a hug ??

just more proof that at the end of the day, even if we all love him, he’s still just a ridiculous man🤮 and nothing’ll ever describe his flaws better than that :/

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omg another bakugou brain-dump from me,, so super surprising right?? totally unexpected??

[dancingazaleas]

zeke yeager | my baby

this is bc of the new episode; i’ve known his backstory for a while but i didn’t come up with the idea until now LFMAOOAOA

anyways zeke supremacy

edit: this is so bad but enjoy LMFOAOAOA

warnings/notes: this is strictly platonic, takes place in canonverse during zeke’s childhood then to the beginning of season 4, cursing, mentions of mental abuse from family, murder, fem!reader(feel free to change if u want), yeah i’m unoriginal and the reader is the female titan before annie, angst,

when you first met zeke, zeke was extremely hesitant towards you.

grisha and dina had brought you into the house, a 17 year old girl who had soft and gentle eyes along with a nice smile. zeke had recognized you from the warrior program. you hadn’t inherited your titan just yet, you still had a few more years before they would allow it to be given to you. your predecessor gained the titan around your age, no one really knows why. zeke assumes that it must be a similar case with mr. ksaver and himself.

it shocked zeke in all honesty. they’re letting a warrior watch over him? one that isn’t in cahoots with his mother and father?

it wasn’t until grisha and dina pulled him into a different room and told him to get information on your views that he understood why. they wanted to use you, just like they wanted to use zeke. the worst of it all was that zeke knows you. he looks up to you, you graduated third out of all of your peers, you express love with the younger candidates such as zeke.

he felt like curling up in his bed and crying, he didn’t want you to babysit him just so his parents could use you.

but whenever the couple left, your arms encased him in warmth. you were hugging him tightly to you, fingernails surely digging into the fabric of his shirt. he felt his eyes widen whenever he felt a drop of a liquid on his shoulder. you were crying.

you pulled away and put a hand on his cheek, looking at him with endearment. zeke started crying at this, not once had dina touched him like this. not once had grisha looked at him like this.

“it’s okay, my boy,” you pull him close again, “i’m here.”

for the first time, zeke wasn’t cowering in a corner while he sobbed. he sobbed in the arms of a person, one that loved him dearly whether he knew it or not. you were even crying for him.

“my mother and father were apart of the same group,” you whispered as you stroked his hair, “they pushed me so far to my limits.”

“so, i did something i regret,” you sob, “something i hope you’re never forced to do.”

your whimper gave him chills, “i murdered my mother with a butcher knife and pinned the crime onto my father. all at the age of ten. to this day, i don’t know how i got away with it. maybe the police pitied me or found it excusable because of their affiliations with the group.”

“you hurt someone,” he sniffles, eyes widened in fear.

it gave you a frown, however you couldn’t blame him, “i did. it was mistake and i wish i had never done it. i just wished for my mother and father to love me, not to use me. after that, i found myself in the warrior program. maybe with this power, i could do some good. to show marley that us eldians are not devils.”

you rid him of his snot and tears with your shirt, “when i saw your father the time he came to observe you, i was immediately able to tell. your reaction had said it all. i can’t allow myself to witness you go through what i did without doing something. even if it’s small.”

he blinks at you after you softly kiss him on his forehead.

“now, is there anything you want to do?”

————

that afternoon, you played catch and volleyball with zeke. after that, you bought him whatever meal he wanted from the market and ate with him at the table. he told you about his stuffed monkey, who he named jerry, and his adventures.

he was sad when you had to leave, to which dina and grisha informed him you would come to their home sparingly. although he was delighted, he was also sad.

the next day, you doted on him during the short breaks between his training. patting his head, shaking him by his shoulders, and giving him a hug. when lunch came around, you pulled out a home cooked lunch for him as you sat on a bench. you would give him advice with training and his health while he ate.

he even shared some of his food with her.

after that was his time with ksaver. he didn’t see you during that time, obviously, but that didn’t mean you didn’t come during their conversations.

zeke was surprised to hear the praising from ksaver. ksaver said that you were a good figure for him and that you had a genuine heart. it made him feel at ease.

when the day was over, you walked zeke home and even ate dinner with him and his parents. it was a surprise that made you slightly bitter, but you accepted nonetheless.

they talked to you excitedly, asking about your duties as a warrior. you exceptionally avoided answering the questions, instead prodding at their own occupations and duties.

in the end, it felt like a game of tag. avoiding and then charging.

the night you were on your way to watch zeke, you felt your heart drop at the feral screeching of grisha and the reassurance of dina. you banged your fist against the door worriedly, sweat forming at your hairline.

the yelling stopped and you heard the patter of footsteps against the floor. dina looked flustered as she opened the door, face tear stained and eyebrows knitted up in concern.

“oh, (name), we don’t need you to watch over him anymore.”

“no, please, allow me,” you put on a fake smile that made her relax.

“you can take him out for a bit,” she, surprisingly, compromised and stepped aside to let you inside.

you bolted to zeke’s dark room. he was in a corner with his knees pushed against his chest and his hands covering his ears. his tears were making puddles on his knees as he stared blankly at the wall. you rush to him, pulling his head into your chest and picking him up.

“it’s alright,” you whispered, “you’ll be with me for a little bit.”

he didn’t respond but just wiped his eyes when he realized he would pass by his mom. you gave dina a brisk goodbye before leaving and taking him to a nearby park.

“it’s alright, my boy, it’s alright,” you coo and stroke his sweaty back.

for once, he felt okay.

————

the day zeke reported his parents, you held him in your arms. from then, he stayed with his grandparents and often found himself spending time with you after training when his schedule allowed it.

now, zeke is 16 and you’re 29. zeke was often seen with you or ksaver during his free time, now having the power of the best titan secured when ksaver’s term is up.

you mentor a girl named annie leonhardt, the next inheritor of the female titan. zeke occasionally sees you and annie catching some bugs in the grass during your mentoring. other days, you talk to her or just look at the sky. once at the beginning of the year, he once saw you take annie ice skating over a lake.

when he spends his time with you, you’re often doting on him and taking care of him. one time, you convinced the kids and some of the older soldiers to all play a game of baseball after your training was over.

you walked the extra mile for zeke no matter what. zeke was in trouble during a war and you swatted him into the trenches with your hand before attacking the enemy a year ago. whenever zeke would get hurt, you’d be his nurse.

if zeke’s being honest, you’re the maternal figure in his life. you act as if he’s your son, love him like he’s your son, and sometimes you even let it slip and call him that. sometimes zeke messes up and calls you mom.

in your eyes, he is your son.

in his eyes, you’re his mom.

but with being a parental figure came with fighting. it didn’t happen often, but whenever it did it was bad. zeke would become more irritable and angry while you would become reserved and melancholy.

when zeke was 14, you got into a fight so bad that it ended up getting you bedridden. you’d been sick from stress and it lasted for weeks until zeke swallowed his pride and apologized.

it almost made bertholdt, annie, reiner, porco, pieck, and marcel laugh at how domestic the two of you are when together. but as soon as you left zeke’s side, he would revert back to his quiet and receptive personality.

“zeke, my boy,” you call as you walk towards all the warrior candidates, “i’ve got your favorite.”

“thanks,” he hums when you stand beside him.

“i also brought some food for you all too. since we didn’t have training today, i thought you all could enjoy a nice break by having a picnic,” you clap your hands with a smile and they all feel like they’re seeing an angel.

they all agree and follow behind you when you start leading them towards a grassy field. you set the basket down and rummage through it, pulling out a nice thick blanket so the blades of the grass wouldn’t poke through.

“help me lay this out,” zeke sighs but obliges.

with zeke’s help, everyone is sitting on the blanket and eating and conversing. you listen quietly as you chew on the sandwich you made.

“miss (name),” pieck’s soft voice said beside you, “thank you for the picnic.”

you smile and shake your head, cheeks puffing out from the food that’s still in your mouth.

“can we do this again,” shyly asks reiner.

you gulp down your food and choke a bit, “y-yes! of course!”

you turn to zeke and speak quietly, “how was training yesterday?”

“it was fine. my calves are kind of sore though, it’s been a while since we did squats,” he shrugs and looks up, “ksaver let me pitch to him again.”

“i’m assuming it was at least enjoyable?”

“yeah...,” he trails off, “could you massage my calves for me in a little while?”

you pinch his cheek as you laugh, “of course! anything for you, my child.”

he chuckles while he swats at your hand, “quit that. it hurts.”

before you could pinch him even harder, porco’s loud voice interrupted.

“miss (name), are you zeke’s mom?”

his brother and annie hit him, scolding him in whispers.

“i-i’m so sorry miss (name)..! my brother means no harm,” marcel stutters nervously.

“it’s alright, i don’t mind,” zeke’s slightly flustered, “but no, i’m not zeke’s mother.”

“so why do you act so friendly?”

“i met zeke when i was 17 and he was just a little boy. i would watch him while his grandparents were away,” you lie like it’s nothing.

“i’ve always seen zeke as my little boy though even if i’m only 13 years older,” it has them all gaping and zeke staring at his food.

“why’d you become a warrior then,” reiner blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth in shame, “sorry... but with all due respect, you have a family you love and who love you... why would you let your life end so short?”

for just a second the smile on your face cracks into a frown as you feel your throat tighten up, “why are you asking such disrespectful questions? i understand you have no malicious intent, however it sounds as if you are seeing my decision as an ignorant one. are you calling me ignorant for becoming a warrior?”

zeke just looks away sadly. you never really had to put on this demanding ploy too much since no one dared to ask a question such as reiner did. not to mention that you had to in order to keep your position. reiner scrambles to pledge his loyalty to marley with your eyes burning holes into his head.

the others slightly cower in fear, they’d only ever heard that you could be like this from their mentors. but when they all looked in your, now, sad eyes, they relaxed.

“but, to answer your question,” you say reluctantly, “i was already selected to inherit the female titan.”

“now,” you cough and zeke knows it’s because you want to cry, “i need to go.”

they all help you get everything together, fidgeting anxious as they watch you walk back to the dorm. when you were far enough away, porco shouts at reiner for asking such questions and ruining the picnic. it ends up with annie joining in with the berating and marcel slapping porco upside the head.

zeke just leaves and follows you. he can’t be bothered to listen to them argue while you’re probably crying.

zeke knew it was about your 13 years coming to an end, meaning you wouldn’t be with him anymore. the first time he brought it up, you sobbed out apologies while holding his head to your chest. zeke knows not to bring it up again.

however, reiner didn’t. although he was slightly frustrated with reiner, he understood that he meant no harm to you. sometimes reiner just doesn’t think before he speaks.

zeke finds you with your head in your hands as you cry on your bed. the creaking of the door opening has you looking up and making eye contact and your eyes fill up with tears. zeke shut the door behind him and sat next to you after you pat the spot beside you.

zeke knows what’s going to happen, but allows it anyways because it puts you both at ease.

you cradle his head to your chest, stroking his hair with one hand and his back with another. zeke feels himself starting to cry when you cry out apologies and exclamations of love.

“zeke, my boy, i love you,” you whimper, “i’m so sorry i cannot be by your side until i grow old.”

zeke’s fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt and let’s out a broken sob.

“you’re the light of my life, zeke,” you whisper, “my beautiful boy, my beautiful baby.”

his shoulders shake and he wanted to tell you to stop and to pull away. but he won’t.

“you’re the son i never had, zeke, did you know that,” you sob and squeeze him tight.

it has him wailing and holding you tight. though zeke knew this, you never said it out loud.

“my baby, my baby,” you croak, “i love you so much, zeke.”

“love you too,” he chokes out, muffled by your shirt.

“zeke, my boy, my son, my zeke.”

“please don’t leave me,” it makes you sob even louder.

“i’m so sorry, zeke, i’m so sorry.”

————

zeke couldn’t look in annie’s direction after your term ended and her’s started. even at 29 years of age, he still curls up in a ball and cries himself to sleep. he carries a photograph of the two of you, he remembers taking the picture on your 26th birthday.

back on marley, whenever you were brought up in conversations, reiner, porco, and pieck stared at him with sympathy.

after zeke’s arms grow back on the blimp, he pulls out the folded photograph from his pocket. he stares at your beaming smile.

“who’s the girl,” eren asks, ignoring how yelena looks at him fiercely, “when’d you get a girlfriend?”

zeke shakes his head, “not a girlfriend.”

“who is she then,” eren gestures with his hand, the clinking of the metal chains echoing in the small room on the blimp.

“my mother,” he murmurs while he hands it to eren.

“dina doesn’t look like that.”

“eren, did you ever see a memory of a woman being introduced as a babysitter?”

“now that it’s being mentioned, yea.”

“that’s her,” the memory has him chuckling, “she treated me like her son before she died.”

eren transfers his gaze to yelena, a silent request for her to give more information.

“(name) (last name) was the inheritor of the female titan before annie leonhardt. she inherited the titan a few months after she turned 17, her predecessor, flora, was unexpectedly injured during war and was not able to regenerate. although disorganized and unexpected, (name) managed to eat flora. she died at the age of 30 when annie ate her as a pure titan,” yelena elaborates hesitantly as zeke’s small smile fades, “she was often recognized for her kind personality and optimistic attitude.”

“i see,” he said.

“were you her beautiful boy,” eren taunts.

“yes. i was.”

he sounds sad while he folds it back up and puts it in his pocket.

maybe he could be the same to eren.

[vetrubius]

UKAIXFEMREADER!

Ukai responding to you saying  "c*m inside me"

Word Count: 1,408

A/N: hEMLOI moi babies, I got an amazing response on DaichixFemReader, I’m so glad so I kinddddd of decided to spice it up for Ukai. I, in no way support toxic relationships. And I wrote it extra long so y’all can feel extra ;)) i haven't proof read this bc its 4 am and im max tired, so i apologise in advance. ALSO DARK ACADEMIA PERSONNA IS JUST SO 😩

Warnings: SMUT, ANGST, toxic relationships, crying, trauma, smoking, alcohol, slight fluff (interact only if you’re 18+), breeding kink

It was like every other afternoon, you by the balcony watching the rain fall on the lane below. Single men with their cigarettes in hands, couples with their arms intertwined under the same umbrella, the cigarette shop where a group of high school boys hung around. The balcony had always been your safe space. It was one of the ways you’d met Keinshin Ukai. 

 You two had accidentally made an eye contact. You, on your balcony and him, near the shop. He’d adored you the second he’d laid his eyes on you; draped in a white lace tunic and grey shorts which reached your knees. The darkest shade of lipstick which you wore with your hair down, made you look as if you were an angel which arrived right in front of him. 

Since then, he’d be there promptly at 7 pm and you at the balcony having many unspoken conversations between the two of you.

You’d run out of cigarettes one morning while you were on your way to your publishing house.You’d always been an avid reader with bottomless thirst for content. It was a good day, you had a meeting with the board head. After putting on a jacket on your mauve camisole, you’d run across the cigarette shop to find your favourites. Had it not been that morning, your numbers would never have been exchanged and future dates wouldn’t have been made for the same evening. 

-----flashback-----

The room was heavy with the smell of cigarettes and weed as you popped another bottle of wine.

 “I did not take you to be a reader,” Ukai said, taking a puff and keenly maintaining eye contact. 

“And I sir, did not take you for a shopkeeper AND a coach” you said,  smirking and pouring in  his empty glass.

“Well, I do love those boys plus that teacher is very...persuasive?,” he said with a slight cringe and looking u0p. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s very amazing and managed to land us a match with a lot of great teams but he’s very weird, but a good kinda weird you know?”.

 Nah you didn’t know. You were too busy admiring him. Of course you were a little young for him but he was too attractive for his age. The blonde with his brown sideburns and three piercings. He looked so sinful. 

It dawned on him how you’d been staring at him. And he’d sensed the high tension in the room that was enough to devour the two of you. And that’s when he leaned in slightly, holding the side of your face in your hand. “I know you’ve been wanting me sweetheart. I do too,” he said  brushing his lips with yours. “And I think I may fall in love with you this way. The way you’re in my hands right now makes me feel like I'm on an ecstasy high.” 

Your lips met and kissed you like it was the last time he was gonna kiss you. Like you were Persephone in the arms of Hades and you were gonna fly away. 

You somehow knew. You knew this was it. You were gonna fall so hard for this man. This high felt like you’d finally reached what you wanted and you realised it was gonna hurt you if he ever left. 

-----Present-----

“BUT I’M TIRED OF NOT SEEING YOU FOR SO MANY DAYS, JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE GOING WITH THE KIDS DOESN’T MEAN YOU DON’T SEE ME! 

AM THEY MORE IMPORTANT THAN I AM?” a sludge of tears and mascara flowing down your face with your bra strap sliding off your arm. It had been too frustrating for you. You’d been missing him to the point you’d wear his remaining scent. You’d stayed up nights wishing you’d hear the door unlock. It was too painful for you.And he refused to understand that. 

“You’re fucking overreacting. I’m leaving. I’ll come home after a few days.” he said  extinguishing his cigarette on the ivory ashtray you got for his 29th birthday and picking his gym bag up. 

“I HOPE YOU NEVER FUCKING COME BACK-” you shouted as he headed for the door. “I think…….. this is it. We’re done.” You said  slipping on the floor in a puddle of sobs. This was toxic. You had to leave him. But it was so heavy for you. You could never do that. He was your soulmate after all. 

You hear the door shut. 

Your fragile heart splits into pieces. Is that it? This is how we end? Your thoughts kept running as fast as a marathon, too fast for you to process. 

“It’s fine. I don’t need him anyway. You say  turning the lights off of the bathroom and slipping in the empty bathtub and shutting your eyes and being enveloped by sleep. 

.

.

.

You felt a hand pat on your head and a bright light in front of you. “Hey sweetheart…”

It didn’t even take a second for you to go on defensive mode and whack his hand off you.

“I miss you. I know what I do is wrong. I know I don’t give you time. I know how much this means to you. I’m sorry. Just a little  more, okay? Then I’ll be all yours and I’ll be proud to call the boys ours. I love you, Y/N. I can’t imagine my life witho-”

That’s all it takes for him everytime. Just opening his stupid mouth and you’re off to sprint to his arms. Fucking moron. 

“I still hate you” you said between the kisses and pulling his hoodie off. You wanted him. That’s all you cared about. You wanted to hurt him but no matter what, you couldn’t. “I hate that you make me feel this way. But I love you more and this is your last chance. Make me happy or I leave.”

He whooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed “And why would I let you leave? You’re mine.” He said  keeping you and hovering on top of you with his biceps bulging. Amd slowly kissing your face, jaw and neck

“You’re the greatest thing that has happened to me, I’ll never let you go Y/N” Ukai said as his lips were dangerously close to your cleavage. 

He spent a good 30 minutes between your thighs like a lapdog. Licking up any blessing you had to offer. His eye contact never breaking, his fingers working their ways through your pussy, his tongue overstimulating your clit. “I know you like this, my love. It’s been twice in 35 minutes I think my dick needs a little bit of it too.” He said getting up and unbuckling himself. Your eyes now watery with the overstimulation and throat dried up. 

“I want a baby….I want a reason for you to come home to if not me.” You said rasply. 

‘What do you mean, sweets? Can you elaborate on the making baby part?”

“I want you to come inside me. Tonight.” 

He grabbed your thighs mercilessly and shoved himself inside. “Whatever she wants, she gets. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re dripping and then make sure that the mini us knows how much I love you and you’re worth coming home to both of you.” he whispered in your ear. 

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to him inside you. “M-mmmoveEE PLEASE” you whined against his shoulder. Without losing a single second, you felt your body split. You knew he’d been abstaining from sex. But this feeling was so overwhelming to both of you. 

The air was filled with moans, squelches and the mix of smell of cigarettes and lavender. You felt him speed up. Missionary had always been a weak spot for Keishin. Your mouth drooling over your cheeks, your eyes half shut, your body limping and the way your boobs bounced under you. it has always been a turn on for him. 

You felt him speed up. His name falling out of your mouth as you were blinded by the speed he was going at. “I….I’M COMING BABE” you grind your thighs through as his walls white wash you inside. 

He climbed off of you to adore your cunt stuffed with his cream, dripping on the white sheet with a light brown floral pattern. 

“I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever think I don’t wanna come home and not see you. You’re the only thing I have.”

series masterlist

[sicjimin]

A.N : another spontaneous nonsense at 1am bc im scared to sleep again lol .. im sorry for posting ab mpreg again . might regret this post in the morning :D

TW : emeto, mpreg

Jimin pants heavily, his breathe trickling against the calm water below him. He squeezes his eyes shut as he's riding the sloshing in his stomach. Nausea that has been bugging him since the moment he wakes up, becomes overwhelming now. He spits the thick saliva that dangling on his lips, before brushing his hair back and lean tiredly on the toilet seat. He slips one of his hands under Yoongi's sweater that has been his since their early relationships, rubbing a circle pattern against it. It's comforting, almost calming, if it wasn't for the fact that nausea has been getting worse. He groans, propping himself back facing the bowl, his hand brushing his black hair back as it has been growing longer, before a gag leaves his mouth, followed by another. His hands are starting to tremble as his stomach continues to roil and churn.

"Uuurrkk-", Jimin jolts forward as his stomach clenches. Warm chunky liquid sliding up from his throat and splashing loudly to the bowl. The sound is loud and clear as Jimin retches again.

Tears spring out of his eyes, and Jimin can feel his whole body shaking. His eyes flutter shut again as he grips onto the edge of the toilet seat tightly, steadying himself as his body keep heaving more and more of his dinner last night down to the toilet. The sickly sweet smell of vomit hitting his nose and Jimin gags again.

He coughs, spitting into the toilet when he feels there's nothing more to bring. Jimin leans over the side of the toilet seat, wipes away his sweat from his forehead with his sleeve as a wave of dizziness takes over his body. He flushes the toilet, grimace when he sees it filled with brown half-disgested food. The sight making his stomach twist. He closes his eyes, resting his head on the toilet seat, breathing deeply as he tries his hardest not to throw up again.

Jimin groans when he feels his phone vibrates in his pocket. The familiar ringtone filling the silent bathroom.

"Yoongi-hyung calling..."

Jimin slides the phone button.

"Hello, Jimin-ah?"

"Hm...Hyung" Jimin hums softly.

"Is everything alright? You sound really weak.." Yoongi asks concerned.

Jimin sniffles, trying to keep his sobs at bay. His hand rests on his stomach, rubbing it soothingly. He could feel newfound nausea pooling there.

"I just puked" Jimin mumbles.

"Is it your morning sickness again?" Yoongi asks worriedly.

"I don't know .. maybe. I woke up already feeling nauseous. I was trying to make breakfast but— ", Jimin pauses as another wave of nausea hits him, "—oh my god, wait hyung"

Jimin scrambles back to the toilet, not registering Yoongi that frantically asking from the other side as he burp out water. Another wave follows after as Jimin hurls once more. Tears stream down his cheeks while he gasps for air.

He feels like crap.

"Jimin-ah? Are you sick again?", Yoongi asks through the phone, worry evident in his tone.

"Nn... Uuurrkk-" Jimin tries to say but another wave of nausea hits him. He doubles over once more.

"I'm coming home"

"What? No!", Jimin chokes out when his stomach stops clenching. He could faintly hear shuffling in the background and Yoongi talking to someone.

" Hyung, you dont need to come, i will be fine", Jimin says as he flushes his vomit. Lifting himself from the floor and rinse his mouth. He's sure he's already empty and won't throw anything up, at least for the few hours.

"Yeah, well i'm leaving anyway". Yoongi answers.

"But hyung! I'll be fine!" Jimin cries.

"No, see you!"

Yoongi hangs up on Jimin and Jimin stares at the blank screen for a moment, before placing the phone down and leaning against the sink, sighing. But he can help a tug on his corner lips, knowing that his boyfriend gonna come home soon.

Jimin turns off the tap and walks back to the bedroom, curling himself small under the covers.

🥟 🥟 🥟

Yoongi pulls into the driveway and parks his car. Shuffling his feet to their apartment door and push the code. 9395, before it beep and opened.

"Jimin-ah?", Yoongi calls out.

He walks further into their apartment, looking around until his gaze lands on his boyfriend, lying curled up in bed. Yoongi sighs, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He kneels beside Jimin, taking the younger features. His cheeks flushed, and there are tears stained. Yoongi shakes his head, pulling back a strand of Jimin's hair.

"Hey wake up", Yoongi whispers gently and Jimin groans. "Come on"

Jimin sits up, wiping his eyes before sitting beside him and leaning into Yoongi's side, snuggling close to his chest. "Hyung" he whines. Yoongi runs a hand through Jimin's hair, "How are you feeling?"

"Nauseous", Jimin replies, sniffling. Yoongi nods.

"Have you eat anything?"

"No, i'm afraid i will throw it back up. I don't want to throw up again", Jimin admits, voice raspy and husky. Yoongi purses his lips, looking down as his thumb smooths across Jimin's cheek, before Jimin looks up at him, smiling weakly. Yoongi chuckles.

"But you need to eat baby, you had another person to feed now"

Jimin pouts.

"What if i cook for you? What do you want?" Yoongi asks. Jimin shrugs, "Anything. Really, but maybe something light. I don't know if i can handle rice"

Yoongi nods, offering his palm for Jimin to takes as they head downstairs. Jimin sits on the stool, resting his head on his palms as he watched Yoongi moved swiftly into the kitchen. Light conversation falls between them, mostly from Yoongi, as he's the one that goes out and interacting with people today. Jimin hums, giving in response once in a while.

"Here, eat up"

Yoongi tells him, placing a plate with some rice, and some broth on the counter in front of him. Jimin peeks up, seeing the steaming hot meal on the counter and smiles, before reaching out to take a bite. A sigh slipping past his lips. Yoongi laughs lightly before kissing Jimin's forehead lightly.

"Is it okay?" Yoongi asks, Jimin nods quietly, swallowing a piece of meat in his mouth. He hums appreciatively. Yoongi smiles.

After about ten minutes, Jimin was already more than halfway through the soup, that his stomach decided to churn again. He quickly puts his chopsticks down, his hand going straight to his stomach, fingers squeezing it in an attempt to hold back the sickness he feels rising up. Yoongi notices Jimin's tensed posture and quickly comes towards him.

"Are you feeling sick again?" He asks.

"Yes, a little..." Jimin replies.

Yoongi frowns, pulling the bowl out and grabbing Jimin's arm, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He moves his hand to cover the top of Jimin's belly. "Are you gonna have another round?"

Jimin nods, biting his lip. "I think .. i don't know. I hope this one is just a fluke", he grunts, holding his stomach.

Yoongi stands up, offering him a glass of water, " Here, drink it". Jimin takes the glass carefully, sipping at it slowly to give himself a chance to get used to it, to ease up his stomach and nausea. He sets it down again, staring at it and sighing heavily. He leans his forehead against Yoongi's crook. "I don't feel good"

"Hmm, i know", Yoongi murmurs. "You wanna lie down?"

Jimin shakes his head no, scrunched his face when a wave of nausea hits him, "It will make me more—", a burp escaped his lips, "—nauseous" he finishes.

Yoongi frowns, wrapping his arms tightly around Jimin. Pulling him close, resting his chin on the boy's head.

"Okay..."

They stay like that for a minute, only their steady breathing that could be heard, as Jimin is way too busy to keep his food down and Yoongi is busy rubbing his boyfriend tummy, giving it as much comfort as he can, hoping that the warmth from his palm could at least help.

"Hyung", Jimin breaks the silence between them, shifting uncomfortably on his seat. His hand pressing his lips to a thin line.

"...what is it?"

Jimin exhales deeply. "I want to puke, i don't think i can hold it anymore", he mumbles.

"Oh shit"

"I think i might throw up, now" Jimin adds. He doesn't feel any better yet. He wants to cry. The feeling of wanting to be sick still lingers inside of him and every time he thinks about it, he gets a horrible taste in his mouth.

"Do you want me to go grab you something to throw up in?", Yoongi worriedly asks. Jimin shakes his head.

"Bathroom .. please .. ", he decides.

As he gets up, nausea hits him once more. He clutches onto the counter in an attempt to remain upright. Yoongi rushes by him, helping him to stay upright, " Slowly baby"

Jimin swallows hard, nodding. He slowly makes his way towards the bathroom, his steps slow and sluggish. Yoongi's hands linger around his waist, keeping him stable and safe.

It was only few steps left, or to be frank, they have already reached the bathroom door, when Jimin's stomach lets go. The sound of gag and chunky liquid splatters against the floor echoing throughout the hallway. Yoongi rubs soothing circles into his lower back, supporting his weight. Jimin was sure he heard Yoongi gasps and curses under his breath, but he didn't have time to ponder in it as his stomach let go of another stream rushing on his mouth, adding to the puddle below him.

Yoongi pulls himself back a little, avoiding it getting on his feet as Jimin bends forward further with heave, his face scrunching into a grimace. Yoongi rubs soft circles into Jimins shoulder and backs away as Jimin stands upright again. The boys face flushed red and sweaty.

"Fuck..", Jimin whispers, looking at the puddle of his food that lay on the floor.

"Shit, Jiminie, what happened?" Yoongi asks, worry lacing his tone.

"I dont know.." Jimin says, shaking his head. "I'm sorry hyung, i didn't mean to make a mess ... ", he whimpers as tears start stinging on the back of his eyes.

Yoongi reaches for his hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

"It's fine baby, its alright. It is just vomit"

Jimin huffs and wipes tears that managed to escaped, "Still..",

"Baby stop worrying about it so much. Come sit down", Yoongi says, leading Jimin to sit on the toilet lid. Jimin lets out a small sob, hiding his face against Yoongi's chest.

Yoongi strokes circles in his hair, running a hand up and down his spine, trying to help calm him down.

" Hyung .. i'm sorry", Jimin sobs.

Yoongi chuckles lightly, "Why are you apologizing?"

Jimin looks up at Yoongi. He sniffled.

"You're feel sick, and that's fine", Yoongi coos. "Now, are you feeling better or ...?"

Jimin shakes his head, "No .. i think i'm gonna puke again", he huffs, " 'm still queasy"

Yoongi nods understandingly and guided the younger in front of the toilet, lifting up the seat, "Let it out until you feel better", he suggests, rubbing Jimin's arm gently. Jimin nods, leaning over the toilet as Yoongi holds his hair up. Jimin throws up for a good five minutes after that, letting out everything he just ate,including Yoongi's soup that now floating on the toilet bowl.

" Okay .. i think i'm done hyung ..", Jimin coughs out weakly, his stomach still aching and his throat dry. He rests his forehead against the toilet bowl.

Yoongi rubs his back, "You're doing great, sweetheart", he murmurs. "Do you feel dizzy, or anything?"

"A little.."

"Okay. lets get you clean up. I will clean the ...", Yoongi trails off at the hallway that still had vomit. Jimin follows his gaze, almost gagging at the sight. " I can help you clean that hyung .. i'm sorry"

Yoongi flicks his forehead, "Stop saying sorry. And no, you're not helping anything. I won't risk you throwing up again because of that. Just clean yourself up, okay? So we can rest after that", he rambles. Jimin nods softly.

"You're not mad?" He asks, a bit hesitant.

Yoongi shakes his head smiling at him lovingly. "When i can ever get mad at you, hm? Stop making your brain working too hard, Jimin-ah"

Jimin's cheeks turn bright red, a smile forming on his lips unconsciously. Yoongi laughs, reaching to ruffle his hair before guiding him to stand up and clean himself.

"I bring you tea, and crackers. Eat that when you feel like it, okay? I hope our little one could accept this", Yoongi says as he trudges into their bedroom. Jimin peek in from the blanket, watching as Yoongi puts the tray on the nightstand before the older scoots at the empty side beside him. Jimin immediately curled himself against the older, sighing contently when Yoongi starts playing with his hair.

Yoongi places a gentle kiss on Jimin's temples, "You should sleep now", he murmurs. " Our baby there has been tiring you out"

Jimin nods sleepily against him, closing his eyes. "Yeah they are .. thank you hyung", he hums.

[sweetheartspencer]

elle laughing at spence and humiliating him when he can’t hold it and wets himself😩🥰🥰

ok you're so right though??

elle is such a mean domme and she's not afraid to push spencer as far as he can go (bc she trusts him to safeword out if it's too much) and she loves bladder control because it's literally pushing him to the very breaking point. i can totally imagine her purposely getting spencer all squirmy and desperate towards the end of the day when they're still at the precinct, casually bring him cups of coffee and water until he can barely sit still in his chair and then grabbing his wrist when he starts to get up to make him stay. spencer always blushes so pretty bc getting desperate in public is always so embarrassing even on it's own, let alone when he's still surrounded by his friends and coworkers!!

by the time they're heading back to the hotel spencer is so full, his belt is cutting into his bladder and making the pressure even more intense and it's literally all he can do to stay still on the ride back and not shove a hand between his legs to hold himself. elle keeps sneaking little glances over at him, this quiet little smirk on her face, and despite how embarrassed he feels just to be in this situation he's also so turned on he's almost dizzy with it, knowing elle has this much control over him and thinking about what's gonna happen once they get back.

and so of course when they get to the hotel spencer goes right to elle's room, and now that they're alone spencer just can't stop himself from squirming, shifting his hips and rubbing his thighs together anxiously, and elle laughs at him, saying "you really have to go that bad already reid?" with that same infuriating smirk still on her face, and spencer just whines because he can't help it!! it's not his fault, he just has to go so bad :((

and she pushes him down to sit on the edge of the bed and straddles his hips, effectively pinning him down so he can't get up and spencer is just looking up at her like 🥺 because in this position he can't even squirm around like he needs to, and he says weakly "elle..... i really have to go, please let me up," and she raises an eyebrow and just tells just him "i'm sure it's not that bad yet, you can wait. you didn't even drink that much, anyway," which absolutely is not true, but elle just trails her fingers along his jaw, down his neck and his chest, touching him everywhere, and it's so distracting and spencer just whines and tries again because elle doesn't get it, he can't wait!!

he tells her he's serious, he doesn't think he can wait he needs to go now, he begs her to let him up so he can go to the bathroom or else he might have an accident, and the entire time she's looking at him with that same amused smirk on her face like she thinks it's funny and spencer just want to cry :(( and elle tells him he'd better not have an accident, and "only pathetic babies have accidents, spencer. are you a pathetic little baby?" and now there really are tears in spencer's eyes as he insists that he's not, he just really has to pee, he's not pathetic :((

and then elle's hand trails down to his bladder and it instantly gets so much worse. she presses in with the palm of her hand and god it hurts, the urge to let go is so intense and all spencer can do is hide his face in her shoulder and beg, mumbling frantically "please elle, please, i-it hurts i'm— oh god, i-i can't hold it i can't, please let me go i need to go—" but all elle does is laugh again, cooing at him "you sound so needy, spence," and he nods frantically because he is, he can't help it, he's just so desperate and full he feels like he's about to explode :(

when he starts to leak he knows it's the beginning of the end. he feels the first little trickle soak his boxers before he gasps and quickly manages to cut it off, and elle chuckles and says "don't tell me you're losing it already." spencer just whimpers, his hands flexing in the sheets on either side of him so he doesn't give in to the overwhelming urge to grab himself, and elle is still pressing on his bladder, rubbing little circles that make him shiver with need and then pressing in hard, and no matter how hard spencer tenses up he can't stop another spurt from escaping, this time soaking through the crotch of his dress pants before he manages to stop it.

he's losing control so quickly now, small leaks escaping every few seconds as he gasps and whimpers and pants and begs elle so frantically to let him up because he's gonna have an accident, he can't hold it!! and he realizes with a start that he can't stop the leaks at all now, it's coming out so slowly but he can't stop it and he whimpers brokenly "i'm going, i'm going elle please i c-can't stop it please let me, please," and elle raises her eyebrows at him, before she finally stands up off his lap.

and spencer gets up as fast as he can, already feeling it spilling down his leg and he tries to book it towards the bathroom but it's really just too late :(( he only manages to take one step before his bladder just gives out completely and he's wetting himself, soaking his pants right there in the middle of the hotel room. it's so warm and wet and puddling at his feet and he tries so hard to stop it, crossing his legs so tightly and bending over at the hips, his hands jammed between his legs, but it's just too late :(

elle is watching everything with amused smile on her face, apparently endlessly entertained by the sight of spencer bright red and wetting himself so helplessly. "i guess you're pathetic after all," is what she says, and poor spencer whimpers and squeezes his eyes closed in embarrassment. "look at you, spencer," she shakes her head. "you're a grown man, and here you are pissing yourself like a little kid. you should be humiliated."

"'m sorry," is all he can manage, his voice coming out small and broken. it feels like he goes forever, his bladder taking impossibly long to empty, but when he's finally done he looks up to meet elle's eyes cautiously. she walks closer, grinning smugly. "you made such a mess," she shakes her head, glancing down at the puddle on the floor. "absolutely disgusting." fresh tears sting spencer's eyes, but at the same time the words send heat straight to his cock. he can never explain it, why he likes this feeling of being so impossibly humiliated so much, but god he does.

"i couldn't hold it," he says weakly, looking down, "i-i didn't mean to have an accident, i'm sorry," and all elle does is laugh at him again. "you know, you talk a big game, spencer. think you're so smart. but when it comes down to it, you can't even hold your piss like an adult. you should be ashamed of yourself."

'you should be ashamed of yourself.' the words make spencer's head spin, and he can't stop the weak moan that tears itself from the back of his throat. elle's smirk widens into something dangerous then, almost feral, as she looks spencer up and down, her eyes settling over the obscene bulge in his pants. she shakes her head with a cold laugh, stepping closer. "it's like i said," she smirks, grabbing spencer's cock through his soaked pants and squeezing, hard. "pathetic."

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Apartment 307-8 (Grabbed by the hair)

Hi guys!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. School and work have been crazy but luckily I'm out of school next week so I'll have much more time and be posting more frequently! Apologies for the short chapter, I have no idea why but it just kicked my butt lol. I tried doing some cool multimedia stuff, I hope you enjoy! This is @sableflynn's BTHB request, grabbed by the hair.

TWs: Creepy, possessive whumper, mention of branding, also this chapter made me sad bc I love my mom and Elora's mom is sad so warning for that lmao

Elora was still lying there crying hours later. The tears had slowed from her initial keening sobs, but they still fell steadily down her face, accumulating in a small puddle on the tile by her head. She could see a bit of her reflection in the salty water; just her eyes, mostly. She saw green eyes that had once been so full of hope and life that were fading, the slow abandonment of hope almost making them gray out. She wanted to lie there forever, staring into her own eyes, until oblivion took her. If she cleared her head enough, she could pretend she was elsewhere, somewhere warm and loving; the blanket draped over her body did help with the fantasy, though she always knew somewhere in the back of her head that it was just that: a fantasy. She was still here. With him.

Clyde tried to give her time to recover, but his patience wore eventually. He began to get antsy after a few hours of watching her lie there, doing nothing but cry. Admittedly, he did enjoy it at first-seeing her so weak, so docile, because of him-but it eventually grew tiresome. Watching each tear drip down into the puddle became like watching paint dry.

He stood up abruptly. Elora was startled by the motion, flinching before stilling and watching him very carefully. What was he going to do?

“Get up,” he said simply.

Elora froze. She still felt sick, dizzy with pain and the lingering scent of her burning flesh in the bathroom. But why would he care about that? Why should she disobey him, when she knew what would happen?

Yet pride and pain got the better of her again.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. She felt weak. “I hurt. You hurt me.”

The piercing sound of a loud, sudden laugh began to echo through the bathroom. It reminded Elora of the laugh of a hyena. She winced.

“Darling, did you not think that was the point?”

Her expression hardened and her heart thumped in her chest. That was the point. She wanted to say something, but her mouth suddenly got dry.

The man simply grinned. “Get up,” he repeated, but she didn’t. She just laid there, dumbfounded.

He groaned angrily, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Be that way.”

He gathered up her hair in his hand, locked his fingers in a tight fist, and pulled up. Elora yelped and scrambled to get to her feet to relieve the pain, but he didn’t give her the chance; he carelessly dragged her off, out of the bathroom, through the hallway, and into the living room. She screamed and thrashed wildly, her hands desperately trying to push him away as her scalp burned like fire. Again and again, her feet scraped the ground to no avail, kicking and kicking but never able to gain enough traction to stand as she was mercilessly dragged. The man finally dropped her on the floor at the foot of a worn leather couch, releasing his death grip on her hair. Her hands immediately flew up to her head, applying gentle pressure to her scalp to try to ease the burning pain as she looked around the new room.

The living room was barren, like the man had half moved into it then given up. There was a dusty box in the corner, the couch, a worn coffee table, a small stand, and an old TV. Other than that, it was empty, in an eerie way. The aged carpet spanned the floor like an ocean.

The pressure didn’t do much and Elora dropped her hands, still wincing as the man plopped himself on the couch behind her, the leather making a loud crackling noise as he sat. She whipped her head around as her shoulders raised up to her ears instinctively. The man made a sour face, his features twisting into an ugly frown.

“Relax,” he commanded, forcefully pushing her shoulders down. At first, she tried to wiggle away, but that idea was abandoned when he tightened his grip, clearly as a warning. He grabbed the TV remote from the arm of the couch and turned it on. It started on some history channel documentary about cars, but Clyde quickly flipped through channels until he found the local news station.

A grin spread across his face as he read the blue banner spanning across the bottom of the screen. They were just in time.

UP NEXT: CAPE COD GIRL GOES MISSING; DESPERATE MOTHER PLEADS FOR HER RETURN

His hands wandered to Elora’s scalp and began to gently card through her hair. She inhaled sharply, and it took everything she had in her not to immediately shove him off. Somehow the gentleness felt worse than the pain; the false sense of care disgusted her. He was a maniac. He hurt her, he branded her, and now he was sitting on the couch petting her hair, pretending like none of it happened. It didn’t escape her attention how he set her on the floor instead of the couch, below him, like a dog.

The banner was bad enough, but she felt sick to her stomach when the station cut to a reporter sitting at a desk with a picture of her on half of the screen. It was the picture her mom took of her at the orchard last fall. It was candid; she remembered it. She was intently focused on a butterfly off on a tree, ignoring her mom as she snapped the photo. It was one of her favorite pictures of herself. And now, it was plastered all over the news.

The reporter on the TV began to speak. “Tonight, a desperate mother pleads for her missing daughter’s safe return. Elora Larkin, nineteen, of Barnstable county, Massachusetts has been missing since Friday night. She was last seen walking home from her job at Agathangelou’s bakery, wearing khakis, a black t-shirt, and black sneakers. The police have opened a tip line and are offering an unspecified reward for any information that leads to Miss Larkin.”

Elora felt a lurching sensation in her stomach, so visceral she wanted to throw up. That was her. On the news. Gone. Missing.

Behind her, the man chuckled.

“Look at that, baby. You’re all over New England.”

“I’m not your baby,” she snapped, turning around. But her head was spinning. All over New England? It wasn’t the Cape Cod news station on the TV. It wasn’t even a state news channel. It was entirely unfamiliar, the reporter’s face one she’d never seen.. So he’d taken her across state lines, making her chances of being found lower yet.

The man shushed her and put a finger up to her lips. “Watch.” She almost bit him, but decided it wasn’t worth the inevitable punishment that would follow. Besides, they might say something useful, something that could help her. She needed to pay attention.

The screen changed, and a missing persons poster popped up. Hers.

It was up for a minute before it faded away as the reporter came back on the screen.

“Such a sad story. Everyone in the studio is hoping and praying for her safe return. Unfortunately, vigilance is so important in this day and age. Up next, we have a recording of a press conference with the girl’s mother.

The girl’s mother. Her mother. Elora felt her heartbeat thumping in her chest.

And there she was. Jodie was standing at a podium in a building that had to be a police station. Demetrios was standing by her side, offering support by merely being present. While Elora hadn’t seen him cry even once in all the years she’d known him, he now looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Her mom started to speak. She looked so sad. Withered, like the life had been sucked out of her, from fear and overthinking and sleepless nights.

“My daughter-My daughter Elora has been missing since Friday night. She’s got-she’s got blonde hair, and green eyes, and she’s real tall. I’m sure pictures have gone around by now. She was walking home from work and-and then she disappeared. We were supposed to have dinner Sunday and she never came. It was supposed to be her weekend off. I- If someone has her, please, I’m begging you, let her go. Bring her home safe. She’s a good kid, she works hard, she rescues cats in her spare time...she doesn’t deserve this. And Elora, if you’re seeing this, I love you. I love you so much, honey. If you chose to leave, please just tell us you’re okay. It’s okay. You can go see the world, just tell us you’re okay. And if something-something bad happened, we’re gonna find you. I promise, baby, I love you and we’re gonna bring you home. Promise.”

At that point, she set the microphone down and began to cry, tears streaming down her face as she hurried off to an exit, the cameras following her for a few moments. Elora’s heart twisted in knots. Seeing her mom’s face brought her so much joy, yet knowing how worried she had to be made her feel sick with guilt.

But she promised. She promised she’d find her.

“That your mom?”

Elora stilled. He already knew the answer.

"She’s kinda pathetic. Could barely keep it together long enough to tell them about you.”

She went cold. “Stop,” she seethed. Her voice was eerily calm, given her anger.

"Or what?” he replied, twisting her hair up in his hand and giving it another tug.

Elora was silent. There was no or what. She knew that.

The reporter came back on the screen.

“Well, folks, that’s all we have on the case for tonight. Remember to be safe and vigilant. This has been Hannah Brown with News12.”

The man released her hair, picked up the remote, and turned off the T.V.

“Notice how they only talked about you, not me?”

Elora turned her head around. She was crying.

“What?”

He scoffed. “I said, notice how they only ran their mouths about you the whole time. Never said a word about me. You know what that means? They don’t know jack shit about me. They don’t know who you’re with or where you are. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but we’re in Connecticut. We crossed state lines twice. They’re never going to find you, you know that?

She tried to hide it, but he could see her expression falling with every word he said, hope beginning to seep out of her. She shook her head vigorously, her bottom lip trembling.

“N-no! No, they will, you’re just crazy! You’re just fucking crazy!”

A scowl formed on his lips. “No, they won’t.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but in a split second, his hand was gripping tightly around her throat, cutting off her air. Her eyes went wide.

“No one is coming to save you.”

Elora swallowed, fear bright in her eyes. She tried to rip herself away, but the man raked his fingers across the fresh brand on her collarbone, sending her to the ground, keeling in pain.

“We could’ve had a nice evening if you behaved. Listened,” he grumbled, standing and once again grabbing her hair tightly before dragging her off towards the bathroom.

Tags: @exploringspaceinpyjamas @all-whumped-out @badthingshappenbingo

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Hell Hole (2)

Incubus!san and seonghwa x female reader

Part 1

⚠️Warnings: non consensual sex, heavy smut, rough sex, Somnophilia, bondage, chocking, degradation, sadism, Dacryphilia, Anal

“You’ve been very disobedient lately.”

San grabs your jaw and slaps you across the face.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You thought you were being really good. You’ve been so obedient.

“Looking at Seonghwa every time I see you. Why don’t you go live with him?”

Honestly, a part of you did want to go. Seonghwa would love and care for you, he was just that type of guy. San was the type to look for any reason to punish you.

San had heard your thoughts and slapped you once again. He then proceeded to pick you up and take you to the basement, where he had his little sex dungeon set up.

Your knees started to shake because of all the things you’ve been through in this room. It was a dark place for you. The place that puts you in the most pain.

San threw you on the bed and started to tie you down. He stripped you from all your clothing. Tears slipped from your eyes without knowing. You were that petrified.

“Save the tears for your punishment. I haven’t even started on you, you pathetic little bitch.”

He then shoved a vibrator in you, left it on high and left.

You couldn’t remove it because of the restraints, so you laid there helpless and hopeless.

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San’s POV

It has been 3 hours since I left her in the punishment room. I focus my hearing, to see if she’s still moaning, but all I heard was the vibrator buzzing and her faint breathing.

I went to the basement to check up on her, but when I walked into the room, she was fully knocked out.

I chuckle to myself and walk over, removing the vibrator.

The sight of her unconscious body and dried tears on her face made my dick throb. Not to mention the puddle on cum on the sheets and the tear stains on the pillow.

I could already feel her tight wall throb around me.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. I took my hard cock out and slammed into her. She was so warm and wet, just for me. Is this what heaven was. I threw my head back and wrapped my hands around her throat as I grew my cock a couple more inches in her, and started pounding into her dripping pussy.

The sound of my balls slapping against her wet pussy made me harder. I open her mouth and spit in it. I then proceeded to spit on her face and rub it all around.

She was mine, no one could take her away from me, not even Seonghwa. She was going to have my kids, she was going to marry me.

I’m her daddy and she must obey me at all times.

I started going harder into her and her walls started to clench around me.

She was cumming but wasn’t even conscious.

“What a dirty whore. You’re barely alive, but still thirsty for daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

I lean down and kiss her and start biting her neck, to claim her.

“I thought I told you to call me when you punish her.”

Seonghwa appears out of nowhere, and my heart jumps out of my chest.

“Sorry hyung, I forgot.”

“It’s not a real punishment unless there’s two or more.”

“That’s not true! She knocked out just for the vibrator!”

I whined out. I wanted her for myself today. Just to purely torture her.

Y/N then wakes up and immediately starts crying.

Huh, looks like the pain hit her good.

“Please get off me! Please!”

She then looked over to Seongwha and immediately stopped crying.

What the fuck?

I look down at her, and slapped her face. I spit on her face multiple times and started slapping her again till Seonghwa came over and stopped me. Her cheek was red and she had started crying again.

Good, cry for me bitch.

I then got off of her and Seonghwa pulled her up and laid under her, thrusting his dick in her ass. She screamed and started pulling on the handcuffs, until Seonghwa started praising her in her ear and thrusted into her a little slower.

He then touched her so gently to reassure her that she’s okay.

My girlfriend is getting pleasure from another man and is full on enjoying it. I let it happen. After Seonghwa leaves, she’ll regret what she did.

I sat on the couch and started jerking off to the sight of them.

Both of them were quick to cum and Seonghwa pulled out and told me to take her ass. And so I did. I slid my cock into her tight ass and covered her mouth. We were in a doggy position and I started pounding myself inside her.

She started crying against my hand, which only made me harder.

“Good girl, cry for me you little whore.”

Seonghwa then went under her pounding himself into her pussy and she fell onto him, not having enough energy to hold herself up anymore.

She then cuddled into Seonghwa’s neck and I pounded my jealousy right into her ass.

I wrapped my hand around her throat and pulled her up, choking her. I gave her another slap. She knew what she was doing wrong, but she kept doing it.

She once again clenched around me cumming and I shot my cum up her ass. Seonghwa also cums in her and dicks rub together inside her.

I remove myself and take Y/N in my arms and Seonghwa dresses himself and leaves. He knew I was mad. He still did it anyway. What a cocky bitch.

Y/N then cuddles into my arms, closing her eyes. Until I slam her against the wall.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, I’m not done with you.”

“No please daddy, I can’t. It hurts, please daddy. I promise I won’t look any more.”

She sobbed out tears running down her red cheeks.

“Too bad. You shouldn’t disobey daddy and you know that!”

I push her against the mirror, thrusting into her once again. I pull her hair up so she can look into my red eyes and learn who she belongs to.

“Tell me princess, do you belong to?”

I whisper in her ear increasing my size and speed.

“I belong to you.”

She whispers out

“Who?”

“You daddy, you own me. You own all of me. You can do whatever you like to my body. I belong to you.”

“Good girl. Now why don’t you tell daddy how many times you came today.”

“I-I don’t know. I passed out from the vibrator. I’m sorry daddy.”

“Uh, oh you know what that means. Tsk tsk tsk, I have to give you another round.”

“Yes daddy.”

She whispers out as tears start flowing down her cheeks non stop.

I start going faster into her until we both reach our high. But again, I wasn’t done with her. After we came I immediately started going into her again, growing my cock till it was 20 inches and hitting her sweet spot over and over.

She came around me for the last time, shaking and crying. She gripped my arm and put her head down as her tears started to hit the floor.

“Shhh, it’s okay I’m right here.”

I pick her and push her against the wall gently, covering her face with kisses.

I rub her back trying to calm her down. After a while she did and I took her upstairs to shower.

I finally cleaned my little baby up and took her to bed, where I snuggled against her cold, little body. I pecked her face and whisperd

“I love you so much princess.”

She opened her eyes and smiled.

“I love you too, daddy.”

———————————————— I’m donee❣️this was a request bc I wasn’t gonna write a pt. 2 for this. 

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[tintinwrites]

dollface | Mob Boss!Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Two

A/N: I love these two very much okay I’m SORRY. Smut might probably be in the next chapter also yes reader is chill with this bc she KNOWS who she’s with yknow. Yes this is reposted. I forgot the tags!

Rating: T

Warning: Smoking. Alcohol consumption. Reader is propositioned and slightly manhandled by a man for a second. Poe kills a person bc 1. he’s a mob boss? and 2. even the Poe we know and love has killed a lot of people (stormtroopers are people too).

Word count: 1,588, apparently!!

Summary: Poe hasn’t stopped by the speakeasy in a few nights and he has impeccable timing when he does.

Part One

GIF credit: I have no idea, but it’s not mine. If anyone knows whose it is, please let me know!

Tags: @twomoonstwosuns @writefightandflightclub @fanfic-addict-98 @dogsandrocketsocks @himbopoes @agentpike @greengrassandcyansea​ (permanent tags let me know if you don’t want to be tagged for this story)

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There were many nights when Poe Dameron was too busy with his work to come to the speakeasy.

Those nights were spent by the bar, glancing up every time the door opened in hopes he would walk in only to hear the gay laughter of a young and happy couple that would mingle with the bouncing music.

Could anyone really blame you for longing like you were, especially since he had a promise on his lips the last time of letting his hand go further up your dress?

He was all you could think about and it had been days since you last saw his handsome face from his usual spot.

You were, of course, always worried about him given his career; but there were times when you would push aside the way he gazed at you or the obvious caresses and decide he chose to indulge in someone who agreed to something a little hotter and heavier sooner than you had.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted him to put it to you from the moment you saw him, rather that you hardly believed a prominent man like him thought you to be a thrill and the most desirable women made men wait.

But Poe did like you and he did not beg and pant like other men did. No, he gazed at you with adoration and made your skin thrum with the deep desire for his barest touch, and left any possibility of necking and petting entirely up to you like a gentleman.

You’d not even let him get past the suggestive brush of a hand and now he was probably off with someone even vampier than you.

“I’d say you have the best gams in the joint, princess,” a voice said close to your ear, too nasal to be Poe’s and with underlying venom rather than the kind lilt you wanted to hear.

“That’s a nice line, mac, but I ain’t interested.” You used to be quite popular with any bachelor in the area and would happily go to their bed, but Poe was the only man you wanted.

A lot of bachelors were too busy reaching their own quick release to remember that you wanted to enjoy bedding them as well.

It was clear in Poe’s eyes and touches that he would satisfy you in a way that no man ever could, which perhaps had something to do with how much you enjoyed each other’s company and appearance.

“You make the fellas buy you a couple drinks first, don’t you?” The man slid in front of you, all pale face and oily hair.

“Save your dough.” Even when you did enjoy the company of more than one man, there were some you weren’t interested in that found trouble taking the hint.

“Armie said you played hard to get, but that you’re all kinds of worth it when you open your thighs.”

“My thighs are not open tonight.”

You moved to turn and walk away when this man grabbed your wrist firmly, tugging you around to face him and moving his other hand to your chin.

His firm grip was not timid like Poe’s, not being careful to keep the pressure light, making you wince as he pulled you closer and tilted your chin up to make you look at him.

He opened his mouth with almost a sneer to say something when his jaw dropped open, gaze moving behind you.

A hard chest pressed into your back and the man stepped away from you in terror.

“There a problem, dollface?” That was the voice you wanted, smooth and calmingly kind, and you quickly turned to press into Poe.

The man bristled quickly like he hadn’t been afraid of the known mob boss standing in front of him, having to make himself seem bigger than he was even though he was most definitely half a foot taller than Poe. “Her thighs aren’t open tonight, Dameron.”

“I bet they are for me. And even if they weren’t, I respect that.” His words were met with a dark glare that soon moved to you.

“To think you went from being a pro skirt to a gun moll.”

Your own expression dropped at the implication that you’d been paid for sex and the intended insult that you were nothing more than a whore for Poe.

There was a laugh from behind you then Poe put a hand over one of your ears as he yanked your head down to his chest

It may have been muffled when he fired the gun, but you could still hear it fairly decently and you most definitely saw the blood splatter as the man fell to the floor.

Poe immediately turned the both of you away as you screamed, with him shielding your view of everything and holding you tightly to him. You were panicking against his suit jacket, not sure if you had really witnessed him shoot that man.

Everything in the club stopped for a moment, completely silent as everyone looked over to see what had happened; upon seeing Poe, they quickly understood and the band tentatively started to play again.

When someone with the power of Poe Dameron did something like this, you turned a blind eye to it, especially since he did his best not to take action like this very often and it was known that he had good reason when he did.

He was generally a benevolent man regardless, holding you tight to his body as two of his men walked over to quickly take the scene he was hiding you from out.

You weren’t released from his tight grip until there was nothing more than a small puddle of blood on the floor and the speakeasy was back in full swing, tilting your chin up gently to see tears streaming down your cheeks steadily.

That idiot may have offended you, but Poe knew that he was the reason you were crying.

He wanted to be the one thing that would never hurt you.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he lead you through the crowd with purpose, pulling you outside and walking with you up those brick steps to the sound of your heels clacking softly. You followed him to the nearby alley where he gently pushed you to lean against the side of the building that sat atop the club, watching you sob softly with his brow furrowed in apology.

“You mad at me? You’re allowed to be mad at me, baby.” He reached up to wipe your tears away, smiling when you leaned into his hand sweetly.

“I need a cigarette.” You looked up at him with those beautiful, sad eyes of yours.

He immediately pulled back to search inside his jacket for the matches and pack of cigarettes he kept in there, easily taking one out and putting it to his own lips to light it like you always did for him.

The match fell to the ground upon him shaking the flame out, cigarette held out to your shaking hand that seemed to have a difficult time taking it from him.

Instead of making you hold it, he put it to your lips and let you take as long of a drag as you needed to.

You stood like that for a couple minutes, bringing yourself down as Poe held the cigarette up anytime you needed another puff of it, until you gazed at him with charming softness.

“I wouldn’t be sweet on you if I was unhappy with your work, you sap. I was spooked by the shot, is all.” You grabbed the remaining cigarette from him and stomped it out on the ground.

“You wanna punch me?” He opened his arms to allow you a chance at any spot on him you might want to punch.

“Oh, stop, you idiot!” You laughed a bit.

“There’s the pretty smile I was looking for.” His arms went around you instantly when you pressed into him, squeezing you.

You held on tight as you could to his wonderful frame, huffing softly as the light breeze gently lifted some of your styled curls and the fringe layered on your dress.

“I’m sorry I spooked you like that, dollface. But no one talks about you like that and no one grabs you the way he did.”

“He was very persistent and I was so happy when I heard you...it’s been too long since you came to see me here.”

Poe pulled away to stroke over your hair. “I’m sorry for that seeing as I promised you something special for next time…”

You wanted to kiss him more than anything when he leaned in, but now was not the time and his lips met the apple of your cheek when you turned your head away.

“You were right when you said that my thighs are likely open for you, but perhaps tonight we could just dance?” You swayed a little with him despite the music being too far away to be heard muffled through that door and he smiled.

“How would it be possible to deny a dance with such a beautiful woman?” He moved a hand to your waist, pulling you closer again.

“I hope you know it’s a nickel for every minute.”

“Even for your sap?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“You minx.”

You giggled at the playful slap that he landed on your thigh, melting into him happily as the two of you swayed and twirled in the alley to no music at all.

[mingi-baby]

Ateez Dating a Clumsy S/o

Hongjoong

- tries not to laugh when you get hurt until after he makes sure you’re okay

- holds your hand when you’re stepping over a puddle or getting out of a car

- Slides his hand down to hold onto your waist when stepping down from a curb or stepping into an elevator

- if you scrapped your knee, or fell down in another way, he’d coo as he held onto your shoulders and pulled you up

- And give plenty of kisses while patching you up, furrowing his brows as you wince and he apologizes 🥺

- insists on you calling him over when you need to get something that’s up high

Seonghwa

- can’t help laughing but tries to cover it up

- a lot more controlling for your safety lol

- You shouldn’t wear flip flops if you’re going for a walk, don’t light a candle and go into another room, don’t run around the pool, blah blah blah

- if you end up messing up and getting hurt or making a mistake, he’d help you clean up or bandage your wounds and nag you lol

- “what did oppa tell you? seriously...my poor clumsy baby.”

- laughs and teases you after scolding you

- but usually makes you something nice to eat after you hurt yourself to make you feel better

Yunho

- LOL laughs his ASS off at you

- goes into cardiac arrest laughing at you lol

- but then he feels bad after your cheeks turn red and you try to hide the tears welling up

- “No no no baby, hey come here.”

- Hold your cheeks and pouts while talking to you, still letting out a little giggles

- If you fell on the floor he’d get on your level and kneel as he brushes your hair back and checks your wounds

- Hugs you and lifts you, carrying you to the first aid kit and patching you up

- even though he barely knows what he’s doing and has to ask you a bunch but he feels bad for laughing

- does whatever you want for the rest of the day to cheer you up

Yeosang

- god bless you. you need to have a heart of steel to date this man because he will tease you NONSTOP

- but will slip little acts of compassion into his teasing

- you drop a glass and it shatters, he laughs but sweeps it up. you slip and fall in the shower, you hear him laughing from down the hall before cracking the door and asking if you’re okay. you fall down the stairs and legitimately feel like you may have broken something? he’s laughing on the way to the hospital while holding your hand.

- if you end up being upset with him, he reassures you that he loves you and your clumsiness, he thinks it’s cute and he doesn’t mean to be rude

- he just thinks it’s very endearing

San

- aww San is such a sweetheart

- literally always overreacting

- never ever laughs at you unless you laugh at yourself

- if you fell he’d be at your side, he’d put his hand on your back lift you up under your knees

- “Oh no baby, are you okay? Aww my poor baby.”

- coos and pouts at you as he lays you down

- he’ll get you ice and a blanket and bandaids and take out ugh this man

- omg if you get really hurt and start crying he’ll be so sad he might even cry with you as he tries to soothe you

- UGH he tucks your hair behind your ear and wipes your tears with his thumbs and kiss your forehead :((((

Mingi

- he’s clumsy too so he probably wouldn’t even notice you being clumsy lol

- but he’d know that you’d be embarrassed about it so he’d make himself look dumb to take the attention off of you

- like if you’d slip on ice, he’d dramatically fall on his ass and scream lol I can literally see and hear that

- if you end up getting really hurt he kind of freezes bc he doesn’t know what to do, he can’t just make you laugh like he usually does

- He’d just stand still for a few seconds with his hands over his mouth and after you look up at him with teary eyes he’d gasp and just run over to you and kiss you gently and ask what he could do to make it better :(

- after your tears are gone he’d go back to being goofy and making you laugh

- and he’d sit with you in his lap on the couch, and give you sweet little neck kisses

- I love a man I can never have :)

Wooyoung

- probably laugh at you too lol

- with his squeaky hyena laugh and he’d point at you, he’d fall on the ground and cry from laughing so hard

- “Baby you- *laughs* you just WIPED tf out- *laugh* you-you just- *laugh*”

- It honestly would make you feel better because he’s so cute and it was kind of funny too

- so you’d end up laughing with him on the floor and you’d move closer to each other and just giggle and give each other little pecks

- he’d snuggle into your chest and you’d hear him go like “pfft....hehe..” and you’d question him and he’d just explode in laughter again

- but if you were in a serious situation where you got hurt, wooyoung would stay calm and collected as you assessed your wounds and asked what hurt and how you felt :)

Jongho

- aw sweetest bub would be at your side all the time hooking your arms together and smiling as he catches you before you even fall

- literally has the best reaction time, always prevents you front hurting yourself somehow

- stands behind you on escalators and holds your waist so he’d catch you when you trip at the top (when, not if, because you always do)

- gets nervous when you have scissors cause there isnt much he can do to prevent an injury lol

- “b-baby can I... can you let oppa do it for you..”

- bought a slip preventative mat to put in the shower after an incident

- he insisted that he shower with you from then on but you complained that was too much

- overall a protective sweetie who just wants you to be safe 🥺

[duker42]

Levi's civilian s/o who found out she was pregnant and nervously waiting for Levi to come bc it was his day off. However, one of the higher ups from the SC came and found out about her. he moved her to a far district so Levi could never find her. when Levi came to her house, he finds a lot of blood, but no body (the higher up made it look like she was dead so Levi could just move on and forget about her). Levi doesn't and searches for, but he becomes such a wreck without his s/o. A few months-

💜Reunited💜

Y/N watched the clock nervously as she scrubbed at the table again. The tea kettle was set and heating, the teapot ready. All she needed was for Levi to arrive.

He hadn’t been able to visit for the last few weeks. There had been so much going on, he hadn’t had a day off. He had mailed her a few letters, letting her know and expressing his annoyance at not being able to spend more time with her. She had smiled when she had receive the expletive ladened missive. She had replied of course, but she hadn’t told him the news. She needed to tell him in person she was pregnant with his child. 

The knock on the door made her rush to clean her hands and pat her hair. Her smile bright, she opened the door with a greeting on her lips. Her face fell as she stared at the large figure on her porch.

~~~~~

Levi got down from his horse, rolling his shoulders as he went to pat the stallions snout. He handed the reins to the stable boy and tossed him a coin. Rushing out of the public stables, he walked briskly to the house that was his home away from the Scouts. 

The door to the kitchen was slightly ajar and he frowned as he pushed it open. Walking inside, his body tightened in agony. The room was a mess, table knocked over and the tea kettle screaming on the stove. On the floor, there was a large puddle of blood, sticky and drying. 

Disbelief raged inside him as he began to run through the house. Pounding up the stairs he yelled out “Y/N! Answer me!” 

The house was empty. Coming back to the kitchen, he fell to his knees and stared at the puddle of blood, knowing that even though there was no body, there was no way Y/N could have survived. His love was dead.

~~~~~

Five months had passed since that day. The ever stoic Captain Levi had become more reserved, more ridged in his boundaries between himself and his comrades. Everyone in the Legion knew something had happened the day that Levi had come back from town, his hands crusted in blood and his eyes hallow. No one knew the details, but the animalistic rage inside him was released on the battlefield and the rest of the time he seemed to be going through the motions of living. 

“Levi…” Erwin’s voice interrupted the shorter man’s thoughts. He looked around and found all the squad leaders looking at him. They were in a meeting in Erwin’s office about the upcoming expedition. 

Throwing a scowl at the blond haired Commander he spat out. “What? I’m listening.” 

Eyeing him suspiciously, Erwin continued explaining his plans for the formation and the objective. Levi worked hard to listen as the meeting ran on. He had to stay focused on what he had left in his life, the Survey Corps and eliminating the Titan threat. 

After being pulled aside by Erwin, Levi had pushed any concerns away. Claiming he going to take a shit, he walked away from the appraising cold blue eyes on the Commander and retreated into the safety of his office. 

Pulling a folder from his locked drawer, he opens it and begins to pour over the contents again. The MPs investigation into Y/N’s disappearance had been less than successful. Uncovering no motive for killing the girl, and nothing in the house had been taken. Levi had grown suspicious of the “death” of his lover. While murder was common, hiding bodies when not in the Underground was rare. And Y/N’s body had never been recovered. 

He looked over his notes and read his own take on the questioning of the neighbors, looking for any clue that he might have overlooked. He had spent hours roaming the streets near her home, searching for something that may lead him to the truth. 

He knew that he was slowly loosing his way. He had been skipping training, meals and sleep was nonexistent. He had turned into a man that was floundering, sinking as the weight of his grief and disbelief pulled him under. He needed to get out, get away from the base. Grabbing his cape, he made his way towards the stables. Telling no one, he mounted his horse and set off.

~~~~~

The little town had reminded him of where Y/N had lived when they were stationed in Trost. Much smaller of course, but that just meant less people. All the better in Levi’s opinion. When they had been moved out to the old Survey Corps Headquarters Levi had been torn. He was reluctant to leave the last place he had seen Y/N. But perhaps the change in view would be good for him. Let him clear his mind and choose the best course of action. 

Walking among the open aired stalls, Levi glances uninterestedly in the offerings of the local merchants. Stopping to purchase a cup of tea, he sits at a cafe table and watches the people come and go around him. Hair color so very similar to Y/N’s caught his attention. He sat up straighter and watched the awkward walk of the lady as she moved around an fruit stand. Her build was like Y/N’s as well. As she turned to face him, her body hidden behind the stand, his breath caught. It was Y/N. She was alive.

He stood up quickly, abandoning his tea. He needed answers. She was here, alive and unharmed. Why the ruse? Why had she left him thinking she was dead? The questions rolled around in his mind as anger wars with confusion. 

He reaches her side and stops, his gasp of breath alerting her to his presence. The large swell beneath her breasts told of the child she carried. His eyes lowered and he felt his heart break. She had left him for someone else, obviously. His face fell as she turned to him. 

“Levi!” Her happy cry made him lift his eyes up to her face. That beautiful face that he had dreamed of for five long months stared back at him, joy evident in her smile. 

She grabbed his arms and pulled him with her away from the stands. “What are you doing here?”

“ME? What the fuck, Y/N? I thought you were dead!” She glanced nervously around and motioned for him to follow her. 

“Not here.”

~~~~~

He sat in her kitchen, wondering what the hell was going on as she set out the tea pot. He had seen no evidence of another man as they had walked through her modest little house. Even in Trost, Y/N had kept a jacket of his hung up, and extra pair of his boots by the door. None of that was here.

“Y/N, I don’t want any tea, damnit. I want answers” He growled out. She had paused and come to nervously sit across from him. She gingerly took his hand as she started to explain. 

“Levi, the day I disappeared, I thought it was you at the door, but Premier Zachley was standing there. He came in and, well…..he threatened me. His MP underlings had found out that I was pregnant and he couldn’t have you finding that out. He was certain that if you knew that you would leave the Scouts and he said that he needed his strongest soldier on the battlefield. Not playing house with some girl.” Y/N paused. Tears began to well up in her eyes. “He gave me a choice. He would move me, make me disappear from your life and let me live. Or he would have his MPs create false reports about my 'criminal activity' and have me hung. All I could think about was saving the baby. Our baby.”

Levi’s eyes reddened from his rage. He was going to destroy that bastard for threatening his lover, taking away his child. He would take down every single one of the corrupt bastards. He must have tightened his hand because he heard Y/N’s slight whimper. 

Immediately releasing her hand, he pushed away from the table and pulled her chair out. Getting down on his knees in front of her, he pressed his face against the rounded stomach of Y/N. His child was growing inside of her. She hadn’t left him because she wanted to, but to save herself and the child they had made. The child he hadn’t even know he had. Her hand threaded through his hair and he closed his eyes for a brief moment. He felt his entire being reset, The fog that had been over his mind and body for the past five months had lifted and his energy resurfaced.

Pulling back, he vowed to her “No one will every take you or our child from me again."

He picked her up and began to carry her through the little house. “What are you doing, Levi?” Y/N questioned.

Finding her bedroom, he pushed the door open. “I’m going to lay in a bed and hold my future wife and child.”

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

I Have Confidence (SMUT)

anonymous said: bitch u better FEED me some Ben smut you’re like one of the only good writers in this fan base and I throw it BACK for Ben so idk do something with drunk y/n and ben and it’s playful and y/n is kinda needy or literally write whatever u want I’ll fucking cash app u sis I’m desperate!

(a/n: OMG I am 100% flattered that you think I’m one of the greats I literally feel like im in such a small corner of the fanbase bc im such a dweeb but that makes me cry happy tears THANK U. also yes i know i’ve already had a roger imagine w battleSHIPS in it but.... this is battleSHOTS bitch. NOW BACK TO UR REGULAR SCHEDULED BEN SMUT yall got spoiled w the fluff from the last post)

(p.s. u can still venmo/cash app me if u want im a broke college student pls spare change ma’am)

“Battleshots? You Americans are fucking mental, I swear.”

Ben was seated across the table from you, cross-legged on the chair that was currently actually a bit too warm for comfort. Both of you were out on his balcony, sitting at a table that was lit only by the late evening sun and the light streaming out of the door that led into his house.

You’d fashioned two makeshift Battleshots boards out of two small pizza boxes, seeing as you’d ordered pizza in tonight and the boxes had reminded you of your favorite party game. There was a grid on the bottom and top, and you each had 9 shot glasses filled with different liquors placed on the board in formations of 4, 3, and 2, just like the game of Battleships.

“It’s fun, don’t knock it til you try it,” you warned, peeking over the top of the box that was propped up on a cup and smiling. Ben’s curious green eyes met yours, and he laughed as he saw you stick your tongue out at him. “Winner finishes shots, or loser finishes winner’s shots? Your choice.”

“I say winner doesn’t have to finish their shots, that’s only fair.” He then sat back in his chair and pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “I don’t want loser to finish the winner’s shots either, because I don’t think you can handle more than 9 shots.”

“Oh? Someone’s got a big head, don’t they?” you teased, raising an eyebrow and rolling your eyes playfully as he shrugged, smiling smugly.

“I have confidence in my abilities.” An exaggerated groan left your mouth as you flipped him off, trying not to laugh at how cocky he was being. “In all aspects of life,” he added with an eyebrow wiggle, making you pretend to gag as you waved your hand dismissively at him.

“I don’t want to hear about your sex life right now, Ben.”

“Why not? You seemed to enjoy my sex life a lot a couple nights ago.” A blush crept across your cheeks as you grabbed the decorative pillow you’d bought for him that was resting on the chair next to you, throwing it at him as he tried to imitate your moans.

He caught the pillow, laughing, and put it right back where it belonged as he gave you a knowing look. “You’re a pervert,” you mumbled, sitting up in your chair and grabbing your marker as you moved your cup of orange juice closer – you were using it as a chaser, while Ben opted for some kind of soda you hadn’t paid attention to.

You began the game of Battleshots, neck and neck with Ben throughout the first part until you both only had three shots left. You weren’t feeling anything yet, probably having taken the shots too close together, but you knew it would hit you soon. Standing up was something you were starting to fear.

But then Ben knocked out your last three in three successive rounds while you missed the rest of his, and you accepted defeat with only mild complaining as Ben cheered loudly, ever the gracious winner.

“I’ll take my winnings in cash or check, whichever works,” he teased, making you groan and climb up off your chair. Yep. There it was. You felt a warmth spread throughout your body and a dizziness overtake you as you stood, and you had to grab onto the chair next to you to ground yourself for a moment.

“Oof…. I’ve never lost this game,” you admitted sheepishly, Ben’s chuckles turning into cackles of laughter as he went to open the door for you, watching you make your way inside as best as you could. He was feeling something, but by no means was he as tipsy as you – if anything, he just felt a slight buzz, while you were verging on actually being drunk if you drank anything else.

Ben followed you as you headed to the kitchen to get yourself a water, and you glared at him as he continued to tease you, obviously in a great mood from winning. “Do you need help getting the water open? You’re a right mess, Ms. Second Place.”

“Oh, shut up,” you grumbled, taking a drink of the water and flipping him off as you leaned back against the counter.

He only laughed, unfazed by your grumpiness as he came over to place his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you. “Does the winner get a kiss, at least?” He puckered his lips, closing his eyes and waiting for you to close the gap between you two. Scowling, you did the first thing you could think of – pouring some of your water onto his mussy, slightly curly blonde hair. The look of shock on his face was worth it all as he pulled away, gasping and pushing your hand away. “You little-“

“Cry about it,” you interrupted as you sat the water down, shrugging before taking off in a stumbling run and laughing deliriously as he scrambled after you, nearly slipping completely on the puddle of water that had gathered on the kitchen floor.

You made it all the way to the hallway upstairs before Ben caught you – he’d taken the steps two at a time, damn his thighs and stamina – and he grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up into a vice-like grip as you shrieked with drunken laughter, fighting against his arms even though it was clearly pointless.

“You’re gonna get it now!” he laughed breathlessly, carrying you into his bedroom and tossing you down on the bed before pouncing on you immediately, his hands going to your sides to tickle you mercilessly. He wouldn’t stop until you were gasping for air, begging him to give you a break, and even then, he kept his hand resting on your tummy as he fell to the side, grinning over at you. “You look like a mess, love.”

Giggling softly at the amused look on his face, you shook your head before crawling on top of him, straddling his torso before sitting down on his abdomen carefully, only eliciting a small release of air from him before he shifted just slightly to make it more comfortable. “You’re quite a dickhead, making fun of a drunk girl like this.”

His eye roll only made you laugh again, and he grabbed your hips, carefully scooting back so he could sit up and support himself on his elbows. “I feel no remorse, hard to feel bad when I get a pretty girl on my lap because of it.”

Your cheeks turned an even rosier color than the alcohol had already made them as you grinned, shaking your head before leaning down to kiss him gently, mumbling against his lips between kisses. “You’re such a flirt too.”

“Also no regret,” he quipped back calmly, resting a hand on the back of your neck and locking you into the kiss as he laid back on the bed again, taking you with him. Deepening the kiss eagerly, you made a happy noise as you felt the world spinning, half from the liquor and half from the feeling of Ben’s hands sliding up the back of your thighs to come and rest on your ass. When you pressed your ass back into his hands eagerly, he chuckled softly into the kiss, pulling away for a moment to mumble, “Someone’s excited.”

“Shut up, I’m drunk and my boyfriend is hot,” you mumbled right back, grinning before pulling him into an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat when you swirled your tongue around his, both of you tasting like tequila, while you left him with the taste of orange juice. The sound only made you more desperate to eliminate the layers of clothes between you, so you began tugging at the hem of his sweater, lifting it upwards and off when he reluctantly separated from the kiss and let you sit up.

He did the same with your shirt, tugging it up and off along with your bra before gazing up at you with a desirous glint in his eyes. The blown-out pupils scanned slowly up your torso as Ben chewed on his lower lip, just taking it all in. Shivering at the way his eyes devoured you, you had to finally distract him so he’d remember what he was doing – you circled your hips, grinding down against his increasingly hardening cock, which made his hands fly to your hips and catch them. You came to a stop with an impish grin on your face, and the playful look of disapproval in his face was quickly replaced by another look of lust when he rolled the two of you over, starting to work at the drawstring of the shorts you had on.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, finally getting your shorts untied before tugging them off with your panties. His hand immediately moved between your legs, two fingers sliding up your folds as he grinned mischievously down at you as you squirmed slightly at the feeling, wanting his fingers inside of you. “You look so pretty right now, baby.”

“Ben, please,” you begged quietly, lifting your hips up against his touch and almost whining as he pulled his hand away, raising an eyebrow.

“Louder?”

“Damn it, Ben, please!” you repeated, pouting when he chuckled at the neediness in your voice. But his fingers returned to your pussy, rubbing your clit achingly slow and replacing the pouting look on your face with a look of relief. Eyelids fluttering closed, you let out a sigh of pure bliss as you relaxed into his touch, and you let out a soft moan of his name as he slid his middle finger into you, pumping it slowly.

As Ben finger-fucked you almost lazily slow, he pulled your legs over his shoulders one by one, laying stomach-down on the bed and trailing wet, open-mouthed love bites along the inside of your thighs. Then, the feeling of his mouth latching onto your clit made you moan out in surprise, and you ran a hand back through his damp blonde hair and giggled drunkenly as you remembered the water you’d left on the counter. “Fucking water,” you mumbled to yourself, pressing a hand to your forehead and laughing at how feverish you felt from the alcohol.

“Not funny,” he mumbled as he pressed another kiss to the inside of your thigh, and you were prevented from making a smartass remark by the simultaneous addition of another finger to your pussy and Ben’s tongue pressing against your clit, then flicking against it rapidly.

“Ohmygod, nevermind, you’re so right,” you breathed out, and you could hear Ben snicker to himself before he attached his lips to your clit again, sucking hard and eliciting an embarrassingly whorish moan from you. “Fuck you,” you mumbled once you’d stopped seeing stars for the moment, Ben’s fingers curling up inside of you and making you whimper softly in pleasure.

“That’s the plan.” His comebacks were rapid-fire today, and you thanked everything holy that you’d been blessed with such a keeper as he moved his lips up to your tummy, trailing kisses all the way up to your breasts. He used a third finger to slowly stretch you out as he began to suck on the skin of one of your breasts, purposefully trying to leave a hickey as small moans and whines left your lips.

You were unable to control your vocalizations as his fingers thrust in and out of you, and you did whine needily as he retracted them, leaving you feeling empty again. But he was already off the bed, grabbing a condom from the nightstand as you sat up shakily on your elbows, glancing at his jeans and biting your lip. You’d barely helped him out at all, you were so drunkenly focused on your own pleasure. “Do you need me to-“

“Nope,” he replied, popping the p as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers and kicking them off as he revealed he was already completely hard. You raised an eyebrow as he crawled back between your legs, backing you up to the pillows and rolling the latex onto his cock. “Hate to admit it, but those little sounds you make when I eat you out? Drive me fucking bonkers, honestly.”

A wide grin crossed over your face, and he rolled his eyes playfully as he took you by your sides, flipping you over so you were facedown against the mattress. As you raised your hips a bit, Ben met you in the middle, sliding his condom-covered cock between your folds and biting his lip. “Aw, not gonna let me see you fuck me?” you whined, Ben groaning as he shook his head, lining himself up.

“God, no,” he muttered, sliding into you and making you moan out lowly as he filled you, digging his stocky, strong fingers into your hips to hold you still when he almost bottomed out. “Can’t stand seeing you that smug right now,” he teased, making you laugh weakly as you tried to focus on his voice, not the fact that he was nearly balls deep in you.

“What? You get to be smug when you win, but I-“

Ben didn’t give you the chance to finish as he pulled out, then snapped his hips back forwards again. That effectively shut you up, instead making you bury your face in a pillow so the entire world wouldn’t hear you moan loudly at the sudden sensation. “You’re such an ass,” you panted when you finally regained your senses, and Ben chuckled knowingly as he began to thrust again, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I know,” he replied quietly, his thrusts shaking his gravelly voice as he moved a hand to your hair, pulling it all into his hand as he fucked into you. The only thing keeping you on balance and stopping the room from spinning was the tight grip you had on the comforter, which was the only grounding presence at the moment besides Ben’s increasingly tight grip on your hair.

The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and wanton moans as Ben took you from behind, your legs nearly failing to keep you up several times when his thrusts sped up or slowed down. When he sped up, he’d let out little curses and grunts in that deep tone of his as he pounded into you, but when he’d slow down, his deliberate, angled thrusts would nearly overwhelm your senses.

When a particularly deep thrust made you moan out his name loudly, an undying smirk graced Ben’s lips as he continued to bottom out in you, pleased with the way he was turning you into a moaning mess and also dangerously close to becoming a moaning mess himself. As he neared his orgasm, he’d started to push your face more and more into the mattress, your cheek forced into the soft expanse of the comforter as his thrusts got sloppier and more desperate.

“I fucking love you,” he mumbled out at one point, and you grinned before letting out something that was a mixture of a laugh and a moan, pressing your hips back to meet his thrusts eagerly.

“I love you too, Ben,” you replied as sweetly as you could muster – which was hard, considering the situation – and he rewarded you by reaching around you with his free hand to rub your clit, making you whimper and whine in pleasure. You were already teetering on the edge, and this was making it almost impossible to hold out any longer. “Shit, I’m close, babe.”

“Me too, fuckin’ hell,” he breathed out, speeding up his thrusts as much as he could and matching the pace with his hand. He let go of your hair, instead moving that hand back to your hip and squeezing it encouragingly. “Come for me, babygirl.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out as the dual stimulation became too much, and you felt your high take over as every nerve-ending in your body simultaneously felt like it was shocked with a high-voltage energy.

Ben bit his slightly swollen lip, trying to stave off his orgasm as long as he could, but the feeling of you clenching around him mixed with the sound of your breathy, high-pitched moans was too much, and he had to move his other hand to your hips to hold you to him as his hips stuttered. Buried inside of you, he released into his condom while groaning your name brokenly, digging his fingers into your hips. Halfway through, he pulled out, giving his cock a few quick pumps with his hand to finish himself off.

You were down off your high first, Ben close behind, and you could barely walk without wobbling as you climbed off the bed, making your way to the master bath and grabbing wet washcloths – one for him, one for you. You cleaned yourself up, then returned to the bedroom, slightly more sure that you weren’t going to fall over on the way back, and you tossed the washcloth to him. He’d already disposed of the condom, and he gladly accepted the towel before cleaning himself up, then pulling on his boxers.

You tugged his sweater and your panties on, crawling into bed and curling into his side as he joined you, pulling the covers over the both of you. You were still reasonably tipsy, and you giggled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, having already caught his breath.

“God, your stamina,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and shaking your head before nuzzling his neck, moving to lay halfway on top of him.

“As I said earlier,” he reminded you, wrapping his muscled arms around your waist and resting one of his hands on your ass, giving it a gentle pinch. “Confidence in my abilities. You should give it a try.”

“I should have confidence in your abilities?” you joked, only slurring your speech a bit, and Ben chucked before giving your hip a light pat as he shook his head.

“Well, that’s not what I meant. But that too.”

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