#I want to stop working forever and ever and just fucking. suck a girl off under her desk every day

[lucyvaleheart]

it's a crime that I'm at work and not being some girls plaything getting my mind absolutely melted and turned off. im so much prettier when I'm whimpering and melting

[rafeandonlyrafe]

good host

words: 4.1k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, smut, blowjobs, voyeurism, getting off rafes friends :), female receiving oral, riding, protected and unprotected p in v sex, male masturbation, cock warming, men other than rafe fuck reader including ocs

your heels click down the steps, the circle of boys suddenly falling into silence as you enter out the sliding doors onto the patio.

“need anything?” you ask, trying your best to play the good housewife and host now that you and rafe have moved in together.

“couple more beers if you don’t mind.” rafe says, and you nod, tiny skirt swishing as you head back inside, getting as many cold beers as you can carry before hustling back to the outdoor seating area, all the boys eyes moving from the game on the television to you as you bend down and set the beers down on the table, giving them an eyeful down your shirt.

“anything else?” you ask rafe, who wraps his hand around your thigh and tugs you closer, making you giggle as you bend down and press a kiss to his lips.

“why don’t you suck me off?” rafe asks, stroking his hand up, flipping up the bottom of your skirt to show everyone the tiny pink thong you are wearing as his hand grips the flesh of your ass.

“in… in front of everyone?”

“yeah, entertain me. this game is boring as fuck.” rafe watches as you sink to your knees, forever his good girl, listening to whatever he tells you with minimal questions.

rafe glances at the guys as you rub over his crotch, feeling him harden under his khakis. “don’t worry boys, you can use her too after she’s done with me.” 

your eyes widen, glancing at the other guys sitting amongst the couches and chairs. topper and kelce you know well, but theres two more guys whose names you only vaguely remember, chris and ezra. you think that rafe met them golfing, but you usually are only half paying attention when rafe recounts his round of golf to you.

“you good with that baby?” rafe asks, giving you an opportunity to back out, but he knows that you would never.

“of course. whatever you want rafe.” you smile up at him as your fingers work quickly, unbuttoning his shorts with ease, having repeated the action so many times. the zipper is the next thing to be tugged down and open, your hand diving into the open space, rubbing your fingers over his length through the material of his underwear.

“oh, fuck yeah.” rafe groans with a smile on his face, leaning back against the couch as your fingertips get him hard, wanting him to be as thick and big as possible before pulling his dick out, not that rafes size could ever be an embarrassment to him.

“come on baby, suck me.” rafe lifts his hips slightly, allowing you to tug his shorts and underwear down enough for his cock to push free from the confides. you smile at the sight of his dick, forgetting that anyone elses is around as you wrap your hand around the base, stroking a few times until he’s got a bead of precum leaking from his tip, which you quickly lick up, tongue lapping over the head of his cock.

you glance to the side to kelce who is sitting next to rafe, winking at him before lowering your head, your mouth expanding as rafes big cock pushes inside of you. you swallow around his length, drool already beginning to drip down your chin.

“her mouth is so good, just wait till yall feel this.” rafe moans, one hand fisting in your hair, helping you keep your rhythm as he hits the back of your throat, making you gag but not letting it stop your movements.

“i call next.” a voice you realize must be ezra pops up. you slow down at his voice, only slightly, not wanting rafe to be finished too quickly. you have no problem getting his friends off if thats what rafe wants, but you also only crave him, only want his cock, so you plan on relishing in his taste.

“alright, chill, everyone will get a turn.” rafe laughs, proud knowing that his girlfriend is so desired. if he wasn’t so confident in the strength of your relationship, he would beat ezra to a pulp for even thinking about you in a sexual way, but you’re such a good girl for him rafe knows you don’t see another man that way.

you pull off rafes cock to drag your tongue around his head before going over the slit, making rafe squirm slightly, his hand tightening in your hair as you retake his cock in your hand, stroking while your tongue licks along his length, going all the way down to the base before kissing his balls gently.

rafe groans when you take one into your mouth, keeping your sucking gentle because you know how delicate and sensitive his skin there is.

you make sure to give them some good attention while your hand takes care of his cock before you need to have him inside you again, sinking your lips around his cock and quickly building back up to the same rapid pace you know rafe likes.

“close.” rafe groans, his hips rising slightly off the couch, pushing up in time with your head bobbing. you close your eyes and clench your thumb between your first, willing your gag reflex to not force you to pull off as you take him deep.

you suck his cock down, swallowing around his thickness until he pulses inside of your throat, a telltale sign that hes seconds away from bursting. rafes cock suddenly swells and then hes cumming, shooting his load down your throat as you continue to suckle on his cock, pulling off slightly so you can taste sum of his cum on your tongue.

“fuuuuck.” rafe groans, slumping against the couch. you pull off with a happy smile, pressing a kiss to his softening cock. you can’t resist kissing up along his length before you tuck him carefully back into his underwear and shorts.

“good girl.” rafe leans down, kissing your forehead. “why don’t you take your top off then go suck ezra? hmm?”

“okay.” you nod. you tug your shirt up, turning so everyone can see as you toss it to the ground before you reach behind your back, unclipping your bra and letting it fall away. rafe smirks at the boys faces, eyes trained on your chest as you blush under all of their gazes before moving across to the other couch to ezra.

“can i touch?” ezra asks, but not to you as he looks to rafe, who must nod as ezra reaches for your tits, cupping them in his palms, feeling so different to rafes large hands. he swipes his thumbs over your nipples, and while it feels good you don’t want another man to make you moan so easily, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“come on, doll. don’t just sit there get to work.” rafe says, suddenly blinking back to reality, reaching forward while ezra continues to play with your chest while you undo his pants, eyes widening when you realize he’s not wearing underwear as his cock pushes free of its confines.

you wrap your hand around his length, smaller than rafe in length but similar thickness. you begin stroking, watching in fascination at ezras reaction. you glance behind you to make sure rafe is still satisfied and giving his approval.

when rafe gives you a nod to go ahead, you lean forward and take ezra into your mouth, cringing initially at the different taste before you get used to it, rubbing your tongue against the bottom of his cock while you sink down, his cock not going down your throat like rafes does.

“fuck, she is good.” ezra moans. your cheeks flush, realizing you haven’t even pulled out all your tricks yet as you speed up, bobbing your head up and down in a dramatic fashion to show rafe just how good you’re being, obediently getting his friends off.

you don’t savor ezras taste like you do rafes, wanting him to cum quickly as you allow your teeth to gently graze the bottom of his cock, making ezra let out a mix of a shout and a moan.

“god, rafe, are you sure your girlfriends not a porn star?” kelce asks, making you giggle and have to pull off, hand stroking ezra as you wait for rafes answer.

“nah, she only fucks who i let her. you know she was a virgin when we met? now look at her, my fucking slut.” rafe makes sure to emphasis that you belong to him, and while the other boys may be given this chance to use you, they better not get any wrong ideas.

“only a whore for you, rafey.” you giggle, taking ezras cock back into your mouth, also wanting to point out that the only reason you’re interested in even touching any of them is because rafe wants you to, needing to repay his friends for coming over only to watch such a boring game of football.

you suckle at the head of ezras cock before pushing down, nuzzling your nose into his skin as you feel him pulse and then shoot his load in the back of your mouth. you happily swallow before pulling off with a smirk.

“come here.” topper calls to you from the armchair. you stand up and cross over to topper, looking to rafe before back to his friend. 

“can i eat her out?” topper asks, holding your hips in his hands as you stand between his legs.

“yeah.” rafe nods, knowing he’s bragged to topper about how delicious you are, how good the sounds you make get when he’s lapping at your cunt, clearly bragging enough to make topper choose eating you out before receiving head himself.

“but baby-” rafes voice has you turning to look at him. “you’re not allowed to cum. only i can make you cum.”

you nod as topper stands, switching so you can sit down on the armchair. you spread your legs for topper, revealing the tiny thong, already covered with a wet patch as he kneels between your legs.

topper kisses along your thighs teasingly, enjoying feeling your warm flesh as the sound of the football game fills the background. he finally reaches your underwear, his tongue pressing against the wetness, your thighs clenching temporarily before relaxing again, looking to rafe, whose eyes are flickering between the game and you, your open legs with his best friend kneeled between them.

“can i take them off?” topper asks, rafe quickly saying yes. you raise your hips up, fingers gripping into the fabric of the arms of the chair as topper pulls your underwear down, leaving your tiny flouncy skirt on.

he buries his head immediately between your legs, tongue lapping against your cunt as chris grabs your wet thong, bringing it up to his nose and taking a deep sniff of the material.

you frown when he holds onto the material, knowing that all your underwear belongs to rafe, but you don’t say anything yet, losing focus on chris as topper flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit.

“fuck, you are delicious. you guys need to taste.” topper scooches back as kelce shoots forward, taking his place. kelce is far less gentle, shoving his tongue into your hole as you let out a low moan. your hands grip at your tits, massaging them while chris undoes his pants, taking his cock out and wrapping your thong around his length, similar in size to ezras but slightly slimmer.

“such a beautiful pussy.” kelce says, barely pulling away as his words vibrate over your cunt. you whine, eyes flickering between rafe and chris stroking himself with your thong, rubbing it over his length.

kelce focuses on your hole while topper reaches forward to place the pad of his thumb on your clit, making your body shake, feeling overstimulated as a rush of wetness floods over you, knowing you’re bound to drip onto the cushion beneath you.

kelce thrusts his tongue in and out, making you gyrate your hips, wanting more. kelce seems to get the memo when he pulls away, pushing a finger into your cunt, easily able to slide in with how wet you are.

topper switches back to using his mouth, making kelce stretch to finger you as topper sucks at your clit, replacing his thumb and bringing you even more pleasure.

“remember, princess, don’t cum.” rafe reminds you, eyes quickly turning back to the tv when a good play happens.

“but hes so good at head.” you whine, telling the truth, topper has a talented mouth, using his lips, tongue and even teeth as they graze over your sensitive skin.

kelce laughs at rafes frown as he pushes a second finger into you, pulling his cock out with his free hand and stroking, now two of the boys getting themselves off as chris continues. you don’t want the thong back anymore, knowing he’s going to ruin it with cum soon enough.

its like topper is trying to make you break rafes rule and force you into an orgasm, his eyes closed as he focuses on your pleasure, trying desperately to bring it out of you.

“p-please.” you whine, kelces fingers moving faster, pumping into you with obscene sounds spreading. you can’t help the almost nonstop moans, eyes flickering to chris’s cock then face as he paints your thong white before slumping down, his cock pulsing.

“can i fuck her? please let me fuck her.” kelce asks, looking to rafe, squeezing his cock knowing he won’t last much longer.

“yeah.” rafe shrugs. “let me make her cum first.” he says as halftime begins, using the break in the game to his advantage as he walks over to you, chest heaving as topper continues right up until rafe taps him out. you let out a sigh of relief, not sure how much longer you would have lasted.

rafe sinks down, pushing kelces hand away too as his fingers instantly take the spot of pumping into you, already feeling so much better, longer and more familiar. 

“lets see if my mouth is better.” rafe smirks, and you know you’re bound to cum quickly as his head drops, instantly sucking your clit into his mouth with a level of fervor that he rarely gives you, clearly wanting to prove that no one can pleasure you like he can.

you scream out, not able to control your squeals as your hands grip his hair, holding his head tight to your pussy, the other boys watching as your tits bounce, a light gleam of sweat making them look even more appetizing. 

you cum quickly with such force that your entire body shudders, shaking as rafe gently licks you through your high, keeping his fingers lodged deep inside of you.

“good girl.” he smiles, kissing your thigh before moving up to peck your lips, even as you still breath heavily, jaw slack.

“now you’re gonna ride kelce for me right? be my good girl and make him cum.” rafe questions, and you quickly nod, swallowing as you look to kelce, who has now sat himself on the couch, his large cock almost rivaling rafes.

“put a condom on, man.” rafe says as he stands up. “you’re not taking my girl raw, are you crazy?”

kelce hustles to grab his wallet, not wanting to upset rafe and lose out on the opportunity as you pull your skirt off to bring yourself totally nude, somehow still feeling comfortable in front of all the mostly dressed men, just happy to be doing what rafe wants and entertaining his friends.

you move over to the couch after kelce has rolled the condom on, straddling his lap and grinding down against his dick, rubbing it between your folds. usually in this position you’d be making out with rafe, but you really don’t want to kiss anyone else but him, so you keep your back straight.

“come on.” kelce grabs your ass, grinding you down harder, clearly tired of the teasing, especially since he’s already been stroking himself.

you giggle at his impatience and reach down, lining his cock up with your entrance before sinking down, moaning slightly at his length, not used to the rubber since rafe never uses condoms, but kelce feels pretty similar.

you immediately begin to bounce, not caring about your pleasure, knowing you won’t be able to cum from this anyways. kelces hand gripping your ass helps you move, making sure to keep a quick pace, clenching your cunt around his cock every time you pull off.

“such a pretty girl.” rafe coos, reaching out to grip your chest, palm swallowing your bouncing tit. “give me a kiss, come on.”

you sink down on kelces cock, grinding gently as you lean over to rafe, pressing a kiss against his lips, giving him a soft smile, ignoring the way kelce instantly begins to buck his hips up into you.

“you’re doing so good for me.” rafe says. “thank you for helping my boys out and keeping us entertained.” “just wanna make you happy.” you tell rafe, stroking your thumb over his cheek before kissing him again, mouth so sweet against his, in sharp contrast to the way kelce is thrusting up into your pussy, grunting and groaning as he clearly struggles to hold back, but you’re too focused on rafe.

“love you.” you whisper against rafes lip, his tongue sweeping out to enter your mouth as kelce lets out a final shout, holding your hips down as he cums into the condom. you slide off the second he’s done, crawling onto rafes lap to continue to kiss.

“gonna take you for a massage tomorrow.” rafe says, rubbing over your thighs, knowing he’s putting your body through a lot. “and a shopping spree.” “mkay.” you smile, fluttering your eyelashes at rafe before turning, seeing toppers dick out, having retaken his spot in the armchair, just now without pants.

“want me to suck you off now top?” you question, wanting to return the head that he gave you.

“can i-” he swallows roughly “can i fuck you too?”

“aww, of course sweetie!” you stand up, moving over to topper. he’s always been your favorite amongst rafes friends. he will hold conversations with you when you’re hanging out, unlike the other guys who are mostly just scared to touch rafes things. you’re wonder how much will change after today.

topper stands up, gesturing for you to get on the chair. you kneel on it, pushing your chest into the back of the couch as toppers hands rub over your ass. you look back at him, nodding that he can start whenever.

“condom.” rafe calls out as a reminder, making topper groan quietly, hoping he could get away with it, but he grabs a condom offered to him from kelce and rolls it on.

you giggle at his face, one of pure pleasure before he even gets inside of you. topper rubs his cock through your folds, still dripping onto the seat as he suddenly pushes forward, burying his entire length inside of you.

you let out a moan, head falling against the back of the seat, surprised by how big topper feels from this angle. he begins to thrust, keeping his movements slow but deep, making sure to fully press against your ass, using his hands on your hips to keep you still.

“goddamn, i wanna fuck her too.” ezra groans.

“nah, she’s gonna sit on my cock next, you already cummed.” rafe says, feeling a slightly bit of jealousy bubble up in his gut from watching you give pleasure to another man.

“alright, i call first for fucking her next time.” ezra concedes.

“no way bro, she didn’t even touch me! i’m getting her first.” chris argues as topper begins to move faster, the argument being drowned out by both of your moans.

“need i remind you she is my girl? i get to choose who uses her. you’re lucky she’s being such a good hostess and willing to entertain yall, dont ruin it by fighting.” rafe warns.

chris and ezra quietly agree and apologize. rafe glances again at you, your pussy squelching each time topper pushes his hips in. if he was a less confident man, he would shove top away and show you how only he can fuck you right, but at the end of the day, rafe knows you only want him.

“don’t-don’t rub my clit.” you warn topper when he reaches around you to touch your pussy.

“gonna cum if i do?” he questions, grinning when you nod. he’s not used to taking such a dominant role, liking how you are clearly brought to pleasure by him.

“you better not, brat.” rafe warns, reminding you of his rule as topper listens and places his both his hands back on your hips, not wanting you to get in trouble with rafe after being such a good girl.

topper snaps his hips faster, not ashamed to cum quickly considering how easily some of the other guys busted. he can only hold off for a few more minutes, especially when you start pushing your hips back.

“i-i’m close.” topper warns seconds before he cums, letting out a string of moans as you continue to slowly move on his cock, letting his high run its course before he pulls out, the condom filled with white.

“come on, princess.” rafe reaches his hand out to you as you stumble over to him, thighs now tired but willing to have a little more energy for rafe to do whatever he pleases for you.

“you’ve been such a good girl, come take a seat.” rafe says, and you realize he had gotten his cock out again at some point. “you can watch the last quarter with us, yeah?” 

you nod, turning so your ass is in rafes face as you slowly lower down, moaning when his big cock stretches you out. you settle all the way down until he’s pressed right up against your cervix, leaning your back into rafes chest. he grabs his beer off the side table next to him, taking a sip while you relax, eyes turning to the game as well.

the other guys can sense that you’re finished, tucking themselves away and retaking their position to watch the game. you don’t miss chris pushing your underwear into his pocket. you’ll have to buy another pair when rafe takes you on a shopping trip tomorrow.

the game is just as boring as rafe says it was, and you understand why he needed some entertainment, the only touchdown being scored in the first half. you aren’t the biggest fan of watching sports in general, but having rafes cock inside of you makes it a lot more enjoyable. he even gives you a couple sips of his beer.

the game ends with little fanfare, making all the boys sigh, just happy that it’s over but disappointed as a whole.

“i trust you boys can see yourselves out.” rafe pipes up, looking around at his friends. “i need to fuck my lady now.”

the boys take their cue, quickly grabbing whatever they brought and heading out, but topper stops as he passes you. “thank you for being such a good host.”

“thank you for the good head.” you giggle, making rafes hand squeeze tighter on your thigh. topper smiles before leaving, kelce also taking the opportunity to mumble a thank you after toppers lead.

“don’t invite chris back.” you say, glad that you were able to get away with not touching him. “he kinda gives me the creeps.”

rafe laughs but nods, “whatever you want baby girl. thank you for doing that.” “of course.” you nod. “it’s part of living with you, keeping your friends stocked up on beers and also making them cum.”

“how in the world did i find a girl as perfect as you?” rafe says softly, moving you suddenly before you can even comprehend, your back being pressed into the sofa as rafe kneels between your legs, shoving his cock back deep in your cunt.

you giggle, cheeks turning red. “i just love you so much. wanna make you happy.”

“you make me very happy, baby.” rafe says, pressing a kiss to your lips before beginning to pump his cock into you, your moans drowning out the tv still on in the background.

“your cock is perfect.” you hum, eyes sliding shut as rafe pounds into you, going deep and hard after being buried inside of you without moving for so long. “no one else compares to you.”

“and don’t you forget it, baby.” rafe smirks.

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[constantmourning]

Confidence

[Price/Fem!Reader] [Gaz/Fem!Reader] [Soap/Fem!Reader] [Simon/Fem!Reader] [Poly!TF 141/Fem!Reader]

Summary: You haven't been feeling too confident lately. Your friends convince you to dress up to feel good, and you send them a picture of the end result. Except, you sent the pictures to the wrong group chat...

Word count: 6.9k (hehe)

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!! No use of Y/N, Thigh slapping, finger sucking, p in v, lack of protection, creampie (x2), oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, praise, pet names. Let me know if i forgot something please, I'll be happy to tag it if i did!

A/N: Reader is written As PLUS SIZE! There are mentions of fat/stretch marks/self esteem issues and the likes! This got very long I'm sorry but also I hope you enjoy!! Also, half of this is Beta'd, the other half... well, we die like men...

Your confidence had been at an all time low as of late. You weren’t sure what it was, but ever since joining Captain Price and not having your friends there to tell you just how great you looked every day, you really were down in the dumps.

Babes, I’m terribly upset

You text in your group chat with your friends. You waited for their answer. It felt like a century before someone responded.

Dear, what's wrong?

Finally, one of them had answered. You sighed and took a moment to respond.

I’ve been feeling like utter shit lately. Everyone around me is so… not built like me… I think it’s silly, but I don’t always feel beautiful.

You sent in the chat and immediately got a speech bubble.

Babe… I’m gonna tell you what helps me. Dress up all pretty. Do something to make you feel good. I promise it’ll help

You scrunched your face up.

I’ll try it. But if it doesn’t work I’m going to torment you forever

No response. You groaned and sat up. You decided it’d be best to try that. You looked through your things and found a cute underwear set and walked to your bathroom. Momentarily battling about putting on makeup, you decided to try it.

You sat in your bathroom for a good twenty minutes just doing your makeup. You then took another twenty minutes doing your hair. Everything was going to be undone, but if it was going to help you feel better, why not try it? You slipped into the cute underwear, black and lacy. You examined yourself in the mirror and smiled.

Remember, briefing tomorrow morning

-Captain Price

You remembered, and made a mental note to respond to his text a little later. You, instead of responding, began to take pictures of yourself in different positions. Once you were satisfied with some of them. You decided to throw a few into your group chat with your friends.

Validate me babes <3

You set your phone after you sent the pictures and just looked at yourself. You inhaled and placed a hand on your stomach. You pinched the fat there and sighed. Your phone went off, and then went off again. And again.

HUH?

-Gaz

oh fuck

-Soap

Wrong number?

-Ghost

You felt your heart stop. You wanted to vomit and run away and never be seen again by your teammates. Truly thinking about not responding and running away into the night, you scraped your nails through your hair. You grabbed your robe from the door and screamed into it. As loudly as possible without alerting anyone.

You grabbed your phone up and thought about being a grownup. Briefly.

WRONG GROUP CHAT

You then sent a barrage of different sad emojis and hoped the pictures would leave their minds.

There were no responses for the rest of the night. You went to bed just as you were; hair, makeup- You did put on comfortable pajamas though. You lied down and knew- just knew you would be getting an earful in the morning.

You grabbed your phone one last time and sent a group message to your girls, checking this time if it was really them.

Goodbye, I just wanted to say that. Since I will be simply passing away right now.

Immediate response.

What did you do???

I sent pictures to the wrong group chat. To the work group chat…

Your friends both, at the same time, asked what the pictures were. You sent the pictures and said nothing else. The chat erupted. Your friends were spamming you, different emojis, swears, memes. Anything. If they could send it, it was sent.

You lied on your back, looking up at the ceiling and you sighed. You were going to have to be an adult and face the men you really didn’t want to in the morning. You made that a problem for you in the future, and decided that sleep was the best option. You turned your phone off and slowly fell asleep. A pit in your stomach the whole time you waited for unconsciousness to overtake.

You woke up with the exact same pit in your stomach. You threw on your uniform and walked as fast as you could to the room you were meeting at. You wanted to miss Soap, Ghost, or Gaz. You did not want to run into them.

You opened the door to the room and realized you’d be facing Price alone. That was until you saw everyone was already in the room. You looked at your watch. You were early… If you were early, what time did they get there? You did not want to think about it…

No one would look you in the eyes. Their demeanor had changed completely. But no one mentioned the photos. You stood, uncomfortably, away from everyone. You couldn’t take in any information that Price was giving you. You were hyper aware of everyone around you; their body language…

You watched as Soap balled and unballed his fist a couple times. His knuckles white.

Gaz’s chest was rising and lowering a little quicker than usual. You could tell through the gear. His eyes were trained ahead, looking directly at Captain Price.

Speaking of Price, his eyes would look right over you. You weren’t the best at eye contact anyway, but Price was not bad at it. You knew he was trying to be professional.

Your eyes moved to Ghost and they locked onto his. You, immediately looking away, noticed him shift. His eyes didn’t falter though. He seemed to be the only one looking at you.

You shifted your weight, swallowing hard. Gulping down air like your life depended on it. The tension in the room was too much. You wanted to explode. Instead of exploding, you did (in your mind) the second worst thing. You opened your mouth, and words actually came out.

“I’m sorry!”

Everyone went quiet. Price stopped speaking and all eyes were on you. You gulped again and took a step back, distancing yourself even more. Price was the first to speak up. His brow cocked and you waited for his response. “For what?” He did sound genuinely confused, so you didn’t take it as him pretending to be stupid.

“Uh-” Your eyes scanned the room. You did the thing you were best at, word vomit. “Well, I’m sorry for sending those pictures! It was unprofessional and I didn’t check the group I was in- I was just- I meant to send it to-” You stopped yourself.

“To who?” Ghost asked, deadpan. But, you could almost see the smirk under his mask.

You, not knowing how to stop, kept going. “My friends. I wasn’t feeling good last night- Or the past couple o’ weeks really… My friends said, um, doing what I did would help me feel better! I mean, she did not tell me to send the picture in the work chat!” You put your hands up, no one stopping you from continuing. “I just wanted to feel cute… I guess…”

The room went silent. You made a face and held yourself back from stomping your foot or throwing a tantrum. You decided to be an adult, and wait for a response, one that felt like it was never coming. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost all looked at each other before all staring at you. You pouted.

“What?”

“Do friends normally send pictures like that to each other?” Ghost cocked his head at you.

You wanted to throttle him. “Whatever. If this is done, can I leave?”

Price nodded, he knew you had retained nothing, but he didn’t say anything about it. “Free to go.”

You walked out of the room and began to walk towards your room. You felt tears prick your eyes and tried to hold yourself together, at least until you got to the comfort and loneliness of your room. You were seething. You didn’t know why, but you were mad. Mad at how they had acted, mad at how you had acted, and mad that the pictures were sent to them in the first place. You got to your room, slammed your door, and threw yourself down on your bed.

You curled up and decided it was best to skip lunch that day.

A knock came from the other side of your day and you held back the urge to tell whoever it was to go away. You threw yourself out of bed and walked towards the door. Forgetting that you had puffy eyes from crying, you opened the door. Price stood there.

“Hey, you weren’t in the mess hall-” He stopped when you wiped your eyes. “Are you crying?”

You pouted harder. Price sighed. You groaned and moved to the side, motioning for Price to come in. You did not want everyone to see you looking like a mess. Price walked in and you shut the door. You placed your back against it and looked at him.

“Are you alright?” He gave you a concerned look.

“I’m fine.” You lied. Terribly.

Price’s head dropped slightly. “You had said this morning you weren’t feeling-”

“Captain,” You sighed. “I’ll be fine. Just horribly embarrassed. It’ll go back to normal once no one looks at me differently.”

Price’s brows furrowed. “If they don’t?”

You blinked at him. Why would he say that? You felt tears forming again. “Captain-”

“I know you don’t want to hear it from me-” Price started, “And would obviously prefer it from your friends,” He smiled at you softly, and got closer to you, “but, you are stunning. You should not feel the need to be validated, but you should know you are beautiful.”

Something hit you; whether it was the eye contact, what he said, or how he said it, you weren’t sure, but whatever it was sent you into a frenzy. You, without thinking, grabbed Price’s face and kissed him. Hard. Your lips hit his and you realized what you were doing. The kiss was over as fast as it started. You threw yourself back and began to profusely apologize. 

“Holy shit!” You were stunned at your actions, “That was so inappropriate, I’m so sorry.”

Price was as stunned as you. You watched him with wide eyes and he processed everything that had just happened. Nothing was being said. It was a deafening silence. Price watched you closely, his eyes dropping from your to your lips. His hands cupped your cheeks and he brought you into another kiss.

You eagerly kissed back, pressing against him. He pushed forward, your back pressing against the door. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you slowly opened your mouth for him. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and nothing was stopping either of you.

Until your stomach growled.

Price pulled away and looked down at you. “Look, you need to eat and I’m not sure we should do this-”

“I want this…” Your voice was barely audible, just loud enough for Price to hear.

“How about…” He paused, “you go eat. And think about this-”

“I’m not going to lie now, Captain Price,” You bit the inside of your lip, “I’ve been thinking about you, and the others for a while now.”

“Me and who?” He questioned you, brows knitting together.

“Um, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost… I think about you four all the time. Um, too much actually.” You stop yourself before going further. “Sorry, that's too much truth.”

Price laughs, “Okay… Go eat. Think on this. Text me when you’ve eaten.”

You nodded. “Yes sir,” You did a little salute. Price moved and let you out from your spot. You opened the door and both of you walked out of your room. You, pretending like Price did not just have his tongue in your mouth, walked off for lunch. As you were leaving, Soap walked up. He looked at Price in confusion.

“Why were ya in her room?”

Price smiled at him. “We may be doing a team bonding exercise later.”

“What does that mean?” Soap was quick to ask. Price was quick to ignore. He started to walk off, away from Soap, agitating him. “C’mon! You can’t say that and then not elaborate!”

Your mind was racing the whole time you ate. You could only focus on one damn thing; your earlier actions. And Price's words. Heat prickled across your cheeks as you ate and you made up your mind.

You wanted to do whatever it was Price had been thinking about.

You finished up your food and began to head back to your room. You just had to get a hold of Price, you had to tell him what you had thought about. But not before coming face to face with Soap.

"What happened earlier?" His brows were furrowed and his lips were turned down. "Wait, have you been crying?"

You groaned. "Fuck, it's still noticeable?" You looked back at Soap, "Where's the Captain?"

It was his turn to groan, "I'll take you to him."

You smiled widely and thanked him. He began to lead you to the barracks, the men's barracks. Your stomach flipped and you felt butterflies instantly. You kept your eyes trained ahead, on the back of Soap. Your heart was racing and your cheeks were burning.

"Did Price get to you first?" Soap turned to ask.

You blinked at him, shocked. "Huh?"

He shook his head, mumbling 'nothing' before leading you Price's door. He knocked and there was silence for a minute, before the door opened. Price's eyes fell from Soap and back to you. Price smiled and motioned for you to come in.

Soap began to leave and you grabbed his hand. "Can he come in too?" Your words caught Soap's attention. He froze and looked back at Price.

Price's smile turned into a toothy grin. "Of course."

You pulled Soap in behind you and Price shut the door. You held Soap's hand like a lifeline, a nervousness taking over that only hand holding could help. Soap didn't seem to mind. You looked at Price with a curious expression and finally asked, "What now?"

"Well, we have to lay down some ground rules, and let Soap in on what's going on."

"Please fucking do! What's going on?"

Price looked at you, for you to tell him. Your stomach turned. You swallowed hard and looked at Soap, letting go of his hand. "Um, I talked with Price this afternoon, before I ate. I told him about-" your eyes cut from Soap to Price, who gave you an encouraging nod, "-about liking the four of you. I thought about it, like you asked," you looked to Price again, "and I'm up for-"

"A team bonding exercise?" Soap asked.

You nodded. "If you wanna call it that."

Soap very much so wanted to call it that. He wanted to bond with his men over you. You were unaware- oblivious to the fact that all of them seemed to want that. But, now, the opportunity had presented itself so perfectly. Soap wanted nothing more than to launch himself at you. But he waited.

"Go get Gaz and Ghost." Price looked at Soap before his eyes hit you. Your heart fluttered and you looked at Soap, who was ready to protest.

"Why do I have to go get them? Call them!" Soap's hand snaked around your waist.

"Soap…" Price's eyes narrowed. "I'll take care of her, go get them." Price pulled you from Soap's grasp and Soap groaned. He mumbled a 'whatever' under his breath and left the room.

You watched Soap refrain from slamming the door and moved your gaze to your Captain. You bit the inside of your lip and your arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, hugging yourself.

"C'mere." Price motioned you over. Your feet were heavy and your eyes were wide. You couldn’t move. You inhaled sharply and your hands dropped to your sides. Price watched you like a hawk, “You still up or this? You can back out at any time.” You only nodded. “We’ll set ground rules as soon as Soap gets back with the boys.”

“Until then?” You asked, head cocking to the side.

“We can do whatever you want.”

You nodded again. Anxiety crept in, and even though you knew you could do what you wanted, you needed to ask. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered. Price nodded. You were on him in an instant. Your lips were on his, arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled into the kiss. This time, you traced your tongue over his bottom lip. He eagerly opened his mouth for you, and your tongue slipped in.

Price’s teeth ever so slightly bit down, gently scraping your tongue. You moaned. Price smiled again. His hands rested on your hips and he pulled you closer to him. He began to back up and he soon reached his bed. He sat down on the edge of it and you froze. Suddenly, you were aware, very much so, of him and yourself. You looked at Price, he looked up at you through his lashes.

Without saying a word, he placed his hand on his upper thigh, and patted. Everything in you screamed for you to sit down, but you were stuck standing in front of him. Price’s lips turned downward and his brows furrowed. You shifted your weight and looked at him with an apologetic expression.

“Love,” Price reached his hand out for you, “what’s wrong?”

You grabbed his hand and sighed, “I don’t wanna sit on your lap because, what if-” You stopped yourself. Price’s brows furrowed and he asked for you to continue. You refused.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You threw your head back and whined, “I don’t wanna be too heavy.” You didn’t want to say it too loud. You felt silly enough already. But it was a real fear, being rejected because of your weight.

Price gave you a soft smile, “Don’t even think that way, I promise it’ll be fine.” Price motioned for you, once again, to sit on his lap. So, you did. You didn’t place all of your weight immediately, and he could tell you obviously didn’t want to. So he would coax you. You were sitting on one of his thighs, uncomfortably if you were being honest. Until Price took matters into his own hands.

Price’s heel rose from the floor, catching you off guard. Your back arched and you grabbed his shoulders. “What are you-” His foot dropped, taking all of you with it. All of your weight pressed down on his thigh now, and as soon as his foot hit the floor his hands were on your hips. You instinctively grinded into him and let out an embarrassing whimper.

The door of the room opened and you looked back, unmoving. Soap and Gaz walked into the room, and your heart jumped into your throat when Ghost walked in right behind them. He closed the door and everyone was staring at you. You wanted to hide your face but there was nowhere to hide. Your whole body was hot and you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of their eyes on you and how good Price’s thigh felt against you. Price lifted his heel again, and before you could prepare yourself, it hit the ground. You moaned.

“What the fuck?” You grumbled.

“Sorry, love,” Price smiled, “I had to show them your reaction.” Price gripped your hip before releasing it and looking at the guys. “There are some things we need to go over before we get down to business.” Soap, Ghost, and Gaz all nodded, listening closely. “We need a safe word.”

They all looked at you. You were confused momentarily. “Uh, red? Like y’know, green, yellow and red? If I’m good I’ll tell you green, if I’m iffy I’ll tell you yellow, and red is just hard stop.”

They all nodded in agreement with you. Soap was the first to speak up, “What first?” You shrugged, feeling very shy all the sudden. Price gripped your hip before releasing it, and you looked at him for reassurance.

“You decide, darling.” Price looked back at the guys and then at you, “Who first?”

You said the first thing that came to your mind. “Gaz.” You looked back at him and watched him ball his fists, before relaxing. He smirked at you and Price stood you up. “You’re feelings aren’t hurt right?” You looked around the room.

“Bonnie,” Soap smiled at you, “we’ll all get a chance, no hard feelings.”

“You’re just saying that,” Gaz elbowed him, “You wanted to be first.” He then promptly ignored Soap’s angry stare and approached you. Price stood up from his bed and he, Ghost, and Soap watched you closely. Your body was set ablaze and you just focused on Gaz.

“Please, kiss me?” Your voice was soft, your arms behind your back. Eyes cutting through your lashes as you looked at Gaz. You did not have to ask again. He was on you instantly and his hands were cupping your face.

He backed you towards the bed and you fell down. You scooted up the bed and Gaz was on you again. This time, he was kissing your neck. Your mewls filled the room. You had no clue what to do with your hands. You were pulling at the sheets and then started to pull at Gaz’s shirt. He eagerly pulled it off.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah?” He asked, so politely, how could you deny him?

“I don’t know…” You answered. Suddenly, you couldn’t look him in the eyes. You were staring at the ceiling and playing with the cover beneath you.

“You don’t have to,” Gaz nuzzled your neck, nipping the sensitive skin. “We can work towards that.”

You nodded, “Okay,” a breathy whisper escaped you. Gaz worked wonder with his hands, he grabbed at your hips and his fingers ran up your side, just under your shirt, causing you to gasp. Goosebumps rose on your skin. With eyes shut tight, you spoke up, “You can take my shirt off.”

Gaz smiled into your neck and pushed himself up. You sat up and helped Gaz help you out of your shirt. You sat there in your bra and the cool air made you realize what you had just done. Your hands went to cover your abdomen and Gaz frowned. He placed a hand on yours but did not dare move your hands away from you.

“You’re beautiful… I-” He stopped himself, “We can show you that if we need to.”

You bit the inside of your lip, “I’m gonna be honest. I’ve never felt comfortable in these situations… Well, actually, I’ve never been in this situation, with multiple men… I never even felt comfortable with just one.”

The energy in the room shifted immediately. Before, it was just horny, then it quickly changed to something more serious. Gaz nodded, understanding. “We can stop if you get too uncomfortable. Where are you right now?”

“Green.” You grew more comfortable, even if it was just with him at that moment. You moved your hands from your stomach and placed them, palms down on the cover, beside you. Gaz gave you a soft smile and nodded. “You can continue.” You reassured him. He did just that.

You leaned back on the bed and let Gaz take over again. His hands ran up your sides and towards your bra. You arched your back and let him unclasp it. You shimmied out of it and he threw it to the side. You laid back on the mattress and looked up at Gaz, who was staring at you as if you were a gift from whatever God was listening to him when he prayed.

One of his hands moved for your chest and you gasped. His hands were warm and calloused and something about his touch was so calming. He massaged your breast and lowered himself to your neck again. Your back arched harder and your hips bucked upwards slightly, causing Gaz to groan into your neck.

You had almost forgotten other men were in the room. Almost. "Ugh" Soap groaned, "could you go any slower, Gaz?" You laughed at his remark. Genuine and loud. Gaz grumbled into your neck and pushed himself up.

"I'm going to ignore him now," Gaz looked dead at you, you were the only one in the room according to him. You smiled at him and nodded. Gaz kissed your jawline, down your throat and headed for your chest. He briefly paused at your nipples, a hand playing with one while the other got sucked on. You moaned and whined at him, the sound of the other men shuffling around the room not even detering you.

Gaz's hands moved towards your belt and you tensed. You said nothing though. But Gaz still noticed you tense. He froze and looked up at you, one of his brows cocking. "Green," you whispered, still focusing only on him. He gave a nod and made quick work of your belt. It was pulled off of you in no time. You kicked off your shoes and Gaz began to pull down your pants. You lifted your hips to make it easier, and soon enough you were just laying there in your panties.

You were nearly completely exposed to them. Your thighs, stomach, stretch marks, all of it on display. Part of you didn't care, but part of you was terrified. Gaz's fingers gently traced your stretch marks and you froze up.

"Yellow." You blurted out, without really thinking.

Gaz was off of you in an instant. "You okay, love?" Price and Gaz asked at the same time.

"Uh, sorry," You sat up, resting on your forearms, "not used to this attention. I was a little uncomfortable." They all looked at you, attentively. "We can continue."

"How would you feel…" Gaz trailed off, thinking hard, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs again. "Sitting on my face?"

Your heart jumped into your throat. How were you going to survive? Your eyes widened and you pulled yourself up, trying to comfort yourself. "What if… what if it's too much?"

"What?" Gaz, seemingly genuinely confused, cocked his head. "What if what's too much?"

You gave him a deadpan expression as if he should know. "I don't wanna crush you with my thighs!"

"What an honorable and lovely way to go, though!" Gaz gave you a goofy grin.

You thought for a moment, "Okay, but can we do it my way?" You played with the sheets beneath you. Gaz hummed, asking what your way was. "Uh, you lay on the floor and I'll sit on your face." Your face was suddenly burning as you said the rest of your thought, "So I can I suck one of their dicks." Your words ran together and you tried to hide your face.

"Hey, no need to be shy now!" Gaz comforted you. "Anyway, I'm sure I know one of them is absolutely dying for you to suck his dick." Gaz whispered to you. You laughed, causing the others to wonder what was being said.

Gaz moved off of you and got on the floor. He laid down and patted his chin, waiting for you to get up and take a seat on his face. The others looked at you with confusion. They couldn't help but wonder what you had planned. You stood up and wondered how to not awkwardly take your panties off. You decided it didn't have to be awkward, you were with four men who were ready to throw themselves at you (well, Ghost hadn't yet…), you didn't need to feel so self conscious.

Yet, there you were, being self conscious. "Do you have to watch me while I take off my panties?"

"Well, what else are we supposed to watch, love?" Ghost adjusted himself, causing a pit to form in your stomach.

You grumbled a 'fine', and slid off your panties. You made your way to Gaz, who was more than ready to devour you. You got on your knees, one on each side of his head and looked at the other guys. Gaz placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer down to him.

"Don't be afraid to sit all the way down." He smiled against your thigh, causing you to melt.

"Soap," You had said his name with a lust in your voice you weren't sure you were capable of. He perked up. "C'mere." You motioned for him to come over. He was on you as soon as possible.

"May I?" You grabbed up at his belt. Gaz kissed up your thigh, closing in on your pussy. Your thighs clenched around him without you meaning to and you immediately apologized.

"Fuck," Soap groaned, "You're so gorgeous…" That caused you to look back up at him through your lashes. Soap was promptly pulling his belt off for you. He unbuttoned and unzipped them so fast you were unable to process his movements.

Gaz licked a stripe up your pussy and you gasped. “Fuck…” Your voice was soft and weak. You focused back on Soap and looked up at him. Your hands moved to his waistband and you bit your bottom lip. You pulled at his underwear and you were immediately at eye level with his cock. Your hand wrapped around it and you began to softly pump it, the head already dripping precum. You slid his dick into your mouth.

Everything was going on at once. You were trying to focus on Gaz absolutely going to town on you, you were trying to focus on sucking Soap’s soul straight from his body, while also trying to focus on looking okay for Ghost and Price. Which, in all honesty, you didn’t need to try to do that at all. In their minds you were already perfect.

Soap’s cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged. You couldn't help it. Soap's hands tangled in your hair and he held you steady, which you were thankful for. Gaz was putting his mouth to good use and you needed all the help you could get. If you weren't so concerned with Gaz and Soap you would have heard Ghost and Price groaning and grunting on the other side of the room.

You looked up at Soap, tears pricking your eyes, and he pulled your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. "Good girl," he grunted, causing you to have a reaction.

Gaz was going to town under you. His tongue lapping you up as quickly as possible. His hands gripped your hips tight, holding you down while his fingers dug into the skin. You lost it. You settled completely on Gaz's face and moaned onto Soap's cock. Gaz's nose rubbed against your clit and you were sent over the edge immediately. You gripped Soap's outer thigh and tried your best to keep going as your first orgasm hit you. Soap saw you struggling and pulled away, leaving you a mess.

"Kyle!" You moaned out. Gaz did not slow. In fact, you saying his name only caused him to go harder. Your hands hit the floor and your nails dug into the wood. You started to grind onto Gaz's face, a whining and whimpering mess. No words were forming. At least not properly. "Please- Fuck, I-"

Gaz slowed and his grip loosened on you. You pushed yourself up, or tried, Gaz helped you move off his mouth and you were left sitting on your knees, hunched over and reeling.

"Holy shit."

"You still good?" Ghost asked from across the room. You nodded. "Wonderful, because we're just getting started."

You looked up and noticed Ghost was still in uniform. He had obviously been masturbating, but he was fully clothed. Price however, was not. He stood naked, his hand pumping away at his cock. You wanted him. He caught your glance and immediately stopped jacking off. You sat up straight but your eyes cut away from him.

"Mind if I join, dear?" He smirked at you. Words were still not forming. You motioned for him to walk over and made his way towards you. He easily pulled you up and walked you over to the bed. He set you down and you took a moment to catch your breath. You looked up at Price, and sighed.

"I forgot to mention," you finally formed a sentence, "I'm on birth control." Price smiled at this. It was your way of saying 'Please rawdog me right now' and he understood instantly. He lowered himself to your level, lips pressing to your ear.

"Wanna be on top?" Price whispered, chills running up your spine.

"I don't know…"

"Whatever you want to do is fine, love, but I'd love to watch you ride my cock-"

"Okay." You are hooked instantly. His tone, his accent? He did not have to repeat himself. Before you knew it, he was laying on the bed and you were positioned over him. You grabbed his cock and started to gently rub up and down it, before lowering yourself onto him. You whimpered, Price steadying you. He watched you closely. 

“Good girl, that’s it,” He grunted. His hands rested on your thighs. You were still so sensitive. You had a feeling you were going to be sensitive for the rest of the day.

“Captain…” You moaned out, not entirely sure where it came from. But it did something to Price. His hips bucked up immediately. You gasped. You were bouncing up and down, slowly at first. Your hands rested on Price’s chest to steady yourself, your legs still wobbly from the earlier interaction with Gaz.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. Your whimpers and all of their groans and grunts filled the barracks, most likely. Your pace picked up and Price slapped his hand against your thigh, the smack ringing in your ears. The sting only turned you on more. “Fuck,” Price’s teeth were gritted, “love, you’re taking me so well.”

Your eyes shut tight and your mouth fell agape. One of your hands grabbed his, the one that rested on your thigh, and you were coming undone again. “John-” You stuttered out his name, “John, I’m gonna-”

Your movements slowed, but Price kept bucking his hips, causing your second orgasm to hit faster than you thought. A string of curses left your lips and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Your stomach was in knots as you clenched around Price.

“Love, I’m-” He was so close… “Where?”

“Inside.” It was so clear and coherent. Price did not argue.

His hips bucked up a couple more times and suddenly he was cumming as well. You leaned down and your whole body tensed. The feeling of his cum spilling out and rolling down your thighs was all you could think about. Price pushed himself up and kissed you, catching you off guard. You were kissing until one of the guys stopped groaning and spoke up.

“My turn.”

You pulled away from Price and looked over your shoulder. Ghost. You blinked at him a few times and Price moved you off of him. He stood up and let Ghost approach you. Ghost looked at Soap and motioned for him to get behind you on the bed.

“This okay?” Soap asked.

“Yeah-” You started. Ghost clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Oh. Green.”

“Atta girl,” The tone in Ghost’s voice caught you off guard. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Sorry, love,” He began to pull his pants down, “but I’m not letting you on top. And the mask isn’t coming off.”

You nodded. Soap was behind you holding you. You began to wonder if Soap and Ghost had done something like this before… You, however, did not wonder for long. Ghost was on you quick, his mask pulled up slightly to kiss you. His hand was placed under your chin, keeping you in place. He pulled away from you and looked down at you, his eyes locking with yours.

Ghost’s fingers slipped down to your dripping pussy and he slid two fingers into you. He kept eye contact with you as he fingered you. You shut your eyes as he hit a spot you had never had someone reach with just their fingers and he clicked his tongue again.

“Look at me.” Ghost’s voice was gruff. Your eyes snapped back open and your chest heaved. “Good girl.” You were stuck trying to form a sentence again, and the word Ghost slid from your lips, but nothing else was intelligible. “Simon,” He leaned down to your ear, “You can call me Simon.”

You were sent into a frenzy. Your hips bucked up and as he dragged his fingers out of you, your hips tried to follow. You were putty in his hands. You were a blubbering mess once again. Another orgasm hit and you cried out for Simon. Your eyes screwed shut and you gripped onto Soap, who was still right behind you.

Simon pulled his fingers from you and slid them into your open mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. You looked at him through half shut eyes and shut your mouth, sucking on his fingers. Simon smiled under his mask, you could see him smirking under it as you eagerly sucked his fingers. He removed them from your mouth with a ‘pop’ and you watched him, waiting for his next move. Waiting to see what was next.

Simon grabbed your chin and made sure you stayed looking at him. “I’m going to fuck you, is that alright?” You nodded and he continued, “Soap is going to be here for moral support.” He patted your thigh. Soap’s hands rested on your hips, and as Simon said that, he gripped you tighter and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

‘Fuck,’ You thought, reeling from everything going on, ‘I’m going to need fucking support?’ You prepared yourself for what was to come. Simon told you to position yourself, and Soap, seeming to know the drill, helped you while Simon took his clothes off. Simon was completely naked except for his mask, and you were staring. Staring, and staring. Your head was resting on Soap’s stomach, and Soap was leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Simon crawled onto the bed and leaned over you, angling himself at your entrance. His eyes cut to Soap and moved back to you.

“Green,” You were eager for him to continue. So he did. Simon’s hips thrusted into yours, his pace slow and steady. Your legs were quick to wrap around his waist and Soap rubbed your shoulders. He whispered how good you were, how amazing you had been, and how hot you looked taking Simon’s cock.

Your cries grew louder, and you begged and pleaded for Simon to go faster. Simon grunted as he did so. His pace picked up and you were being plowed into within seconds of asking. Your head rocked back and you looked at Soap.

“Johnny-” You whined, tears pricked your eyes, “Fuck-” You reached up for Soap, who was hard again, you could feel it, and you touched his face. Soap mumbled some swears but was quick to encourage you some more. “I can’t- Uhn-” Your legs tightened around Simon’s waist and you cried for him. His name ripped from your lips and you said it over and over. Moaning for more. Simon did not stop.

“You can-” Your words caught in your throat, “You can cum inside-”

Simon wasn’t far off from you. You were laying there, whining and mewling as he continued to wreck you. His thrusts began to pick up speed once more, until he finally came as well. His hips slowed slightly, and he placed his face in your neck. He moaned out your name and your stomach flipped.

Soap placed and a kiss on your forehead. “We can take a break if you need to?” You couldn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Simon pulled out of you and you lied there in Soap’s arms for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. “Come on,” Price walked over to the bed, “Let’s get cleaned up.”

You didn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly and your brain was foggy. Your eyes cut over towards Price and you saw Gaz grow concerned. “You good?” He asked. You finally processed his words and gave a lazy thumbs up. This elicited a laugh from Simon.

After a couple minutes and Soap trying to get up, you stopped him. Your hand grabbed his bicep, “Wait,” Your voice was slightly hoarse from all the noises you had been making, “is this-” You froze momentarily, “Is this a one time thing?”

You could see them all look at each other and then back at you. They all started talking at the same time, “No!” “Of course not!” and “Do you want it to be?”

You sighed in contentment , “I think I could go for the occasional team bonding… If you guys are up for it of course!”

“Absolutely,” Simon leaned over you, “Now we really need to get this mess cleaned up.”

You smiled, agreeing, and let them help you. You had felt more confident than before, and while you knew you didn’t need to rely on others to make you feel that way, you hoped that whatever happened could continue.

[satorusugurugurl]

Geto or Gojo being mean asf in bed😍

Anon, I love you.

Action’s and Consequences!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x FAB Y/N

Word Count: 2,499

Warnings: Mentions of drugging, alcohol consumption, language, rough sex, fighting, Mean!Suguru 🥵

Summary: The morning after a terrible night at the club starts with you and Suguru’s first major fight. A fight that Suguru will make sure you never forget.

“Oh my god! Give me a fucking break!” You yelled behind you as Geto stormed after you. “I made a stupid mistake!”

Geto scoffed, grabbing your arm and hauling you back. “A simple mistake?! You call letting some guy buy you a drink without watching him a simple mistake!? Y/N, he fucking slipped you something!!” You winced, partially from your hangover, and the other half was due to the lack of food in your stomach.

“I was talking to his friend! Just like you were letting THAT skank rub up against you!”

This was the nastiest fight you and Suguru had ever gotten into. You both went out with Satoru and Shoko to a new club. There had been shots involved, lots of shots. And you had been having fun until you spotted a girl rubbing her hand against your boyfriend’s chest, and he just let it happen. So, in retaliation, you started talking to some guy who bought you a drink that just so happened to be laced with something.

If it hadn't been for Satoru, who hates alcohol, the guy would have snuck you to the back. Instead, Satoru rubbed your back while you were in the hall puking your guts out, getting whatever the dick slipped you out of your system. Geto was livid, mainly at the asshole who hurt you.

But he was also mad at you.

The morning had come, and it was not a peaceful morning. It had been a yelling match since you woke up to find Suguru watching you, telling you you needed to talk about what happened. All of this started with him! He let that random bitch touch him. Yet he wanted to blame you!

“You are such a fucking brat!” He snapped, grabbing his jacket. “If you had stopped and watched me, I pulled away the second that girl touched me! All you saw in your drunken haze was a second!” Your nose burned as tears flooded your eyes. “Oh, but you should know how a second works! Because all it took was a second for some guy to drug you!!”

“Geto, I'm not playing your fucking game!!”

“Fine by fuckin’ me!”

Without another word, he stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door in his wake. You screamed in frustration, heading to the bathroom to cool off. Stupid Geto, stupid skank, stupid club! Last night sucked, and today sucked even more.

You wanted to stay angry, to boil with rage. But as you stood in the shower, the hot water running over you, your mind cleared. You didn't watch Suguru when the girl touched him. It happened in a flash. The alcohol made it worse than it was. While the anger consumed you, you made a stupid decision and didn't focus on your safety. You had put yourself in a terrible situation.

It could have turned out worse if Satoru hadn't been watching you as the forever DD.

Thinking back, you grimaced at thinking about what Suguru had gone through. To have his loving girlfriend fine and dandy, and the next she's vomiting a laced drink up? He had every right to be worried and upset when you had nothing to be angry about.

Suguru brought you home, gave you water, and held your head back when you got sick. And the first thing you did was yell at him? All because he wanted to talk (like an adult) about what happened.

God, was this what it felt like to be in the dog house?

After your shower, you got dressed, trying to call your boyfriend. Each attempt went straight to voicemail, and your texts were left on read. Your little fights didn't even count as fights! This was uncharted territory. Because you had never pissed Suguru off like this.

An hour and a half later, the door opens to the apartment, and you run for the door. Suguru places two cups of coffee on the table and a sack from the convenience store. He says nothing as he chucks his jacket off, draping it over the couch.

You swallow hard, stepping towards him. “S-Sugu is that coffee for me.” All you get is a nod. “I uhm, thank you.” Another nod. God, you hated the cold shoulder! You didn't want to keep fighting! “Suguru, can we talk please?” Dark eyes finally dart towards you.

“I thought you didn't want to play my games?”

“I-I was mad this morning when I should have shut my mouth.” Your voice was nearly inaudible. “I thought you were letting girls touch you.”

“No, you assumed girls were touching me.” Suguru clarified as he towered over you. “When I have been faithful and loyal to you since day one! But you, you let some guy buy you a drink, you allowed him the chance to hurt you!”

His words stung, but they were true. “I'm sorry, I was wrong. I put myself in a terrible position. All because I was jealous.” tears hit the floor as you finally looked up at Suguru with a sniffle. “I'm so sorry. Please give me another chance. I'll never let it happen again, Suguru.” Seeing you cry, hearing you apologize and own up for what happened, well, it left Suguru somewhat satisfied.

But he was still pissed.

“I hate it when people look at you like you're some meal for the taking. I hate it even more when you allow them to buy you a drink and drug you.” He lifted your chin with his forefinger, his eyes glancing at your neck. “Maybe I need to collar you and keep you on a fucking leash.”

His words were like ice, but there was a fire in his eyes. One you were familiar with. “I-If that would make you feel better, that's fine.”

"Maybe that'll make me feel better," Suguru growled, wrapping his hand around your throat as he looked into your eyes. "Maybe that's what I need. Total control. Make you mine in every sense of the word." He slowly smirked. "Yeah. That's it."

“O-Okay. . .yeah, I like the sound of that.”

The second he had your consent, his lips feverishly crashed against your own, kissing you deeply. Suguru pulled back a moment later, looking at your flushed face with a snark before kissing you again. Fuck you tasted so good, and the way you willingly submitted to him was almost too much for him to handle.

The intensity of the kiss and his hand gripping your throat. It made your pussy throb with unfiltered need. He was never this mean and rough, and holy hell. You liked it.

Feeling you melt against him has Suguru growling in need. "What? You like this, don't you?" He nipped at your neck, making sure he marked you. “Like me getting mad at you.”

You couldn't respond. All you managed to do was whine. And Suguru didn't like that. His hand gripped your throat, squeezing gently. "I asked you if you liked it bitch.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped for air. Tears spilling down your flushed cheeks. “Y-Yes, I like it when you're mad!” He let go of his hand on you, allowing it to simply hover over your sensitive throat.

"Now tell me if it was a lie. Do you like this?"

You whined, realizing he wasn't going to let up. “Yes! I'm telling you the truth, Sugu!”

Suguru grinned, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah? God, what a nasty slut you are, Y/N." He quickly pulled your shirt up, diving into your tits, massaging them with both hands as he kissed and nipped at your hardening nipples.

Seeing Suguru like this, feral and angry, wanting to put you in your place. That was the only foreplay you would have needed. God, it was so hot.

Noticing your glazed-over eyes, Suguru let go moments later, sliding his hands down to pull your shorts and panties off, leaving you completely naked. "Lucky me,” his eyes trailed over you, “I’m dating the prettiest bitch in the world~" He purred.

Biting your lip, you watched him. “Thank you.” Your thighs glistened with slick, and seeing that Suguru dragged you to the bedroom.

He threw you onto the mattress, grabbing both your legs and pressing them against your chest. Fully exposing your cunt for him to see in all its dripping glory. You turned red, your hand covering your face at his rough actions.

“W-What are you doing?” You squeaked out, peeking at him through your fingers.

"I told you I was going to make you mine," Suguru grumbled, reaching down, tugging down the hem of his sweatpants, tucking them under his balls. “My naughty slutty girlfriend doesn’t listen to me." He growled softly as he leaned down, kissing and biting at your neck again. It always made you melt, and he wanted to feel it again before he fucked you stupid.

You sighed breathlessly, shivering and melting against him. Mewls escaped your lips as you gripped the sheets beneath you. “Mnngh, f-fucking fuck shit.” You sometimes hated how sensitive your neck was, and now that he knew it, you were clay in his hands.

Suguru held you down with one hand while sliding the other down to wrap around his cock, positioning it to a tight entrance. "Are you ready to be fucked into submission?~" He asked as he slid the tip inside of you.

Tilting your head back, you whine at the stretch. “F-Fuck.” You never would get over how big he was. “Suguru.” You tried looking at your conjoined bodies.

Suguru moaned, slowly sliding further inside of you. You could feel his hips trembling. He was holding back. Making sure he didn’t hurt you.

You stared at him in shock. “Fuck me.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Y-You said you were going to make me yours. .that you were going to fuck me stupid.”

Suguru’s movement ceased as his

eyes widened, focused on you before an evil smile split across his face, and he slammed into you. "Fuck yeah-!!"

You dug your nails into his back. Eyes widening, as your mouth fell in an ‘O’ shape, all the air was fuvked out of your lungs.

Hissing at the scratches down his back, Suguru growled, the pain egging him on. He thrusted hard into you, quickly setting a dominating rhythm, ruining your insides with his massive cock. "Fucking-Fuck-! Such good fucking pussy. Too bad my girlfriend was a little shit last night. Or this could have been romantic~" He growled out. “Instead, I have to fuck some common fucking sense into her!”

Tears started to pour down your cheeks at the overstimulation. Before a sob could escape, Suguru gently slapped your cheek. "Nuh huh bitch, you're the one who told me to fuck you like I meant it, Princess~" He growled, one hand sliding down to rub your clit.

You whimpered and arched your back, “I-I know! I'm sorry! So sorry!.” You cried out while staring up at the ceiling.

“Tsk,” Suguru grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "You're mine." He thrust harder into your tight pussy. "You're mine because I want you, Y/N. I fucking wanted you the second I saw you."

“Y-Yes!.” That was all you managed to say. “Yes, I’m yours.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“If you ever let some stranger buy you a drink again, I won't be as fuckin’ nice. I love you, dumbassdont fuckin’ forget it! No one else but you!”

“Yes! I'm sorry it won't happen again!”

Suguru groaned, leaning down and biting your neck as he felt the coil in his stomach tightening. It was your grip around his cock that tightened with the bite that sent him over the edge. He started to fill you up, his cum painting your walls white.

You lay there panting softly as you felt his cum filling you up. “F-Fuck.” you breathed out, relaxing against the bed. Still buried inside of you, you looked down to see his entire torso, rippling muscles covered in sweat.

"You didn't cum."

Suguru throbbed inside of you, his cock pressing against your G-spot as he bent down to get closer to your face. "You're going to fuckin’ cum. Sure, I'm ticked off, but I’m not a sadistic asshole.” When you didn't respond, he sighed before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing your vibrator. He turned it on the highest setting, pressing it against your clit right away. "Now be a good girl for once and cum."

“A-Ah! Sensitive Suguru!” You started rocking against him, nipples hard as you watched him. “Feels good, though~!!”

Suguru growled as he slowly rocked into you. "That's it~" He reached with his free hand, rolling one of your nipples between his fingers.

Within seconds, whether it was the fact that you liked seeing Suguru so mad or the sex was just so good, his actions made you gush around his cock. The intensity of it made you scream, gripping the pillow behind you as your legs shook.

Feeling you cum around him was enough to have his cock filling you up with his cum for the second time this morning; globs of your combined juices seeped around his girth. "Shit-!"

You were shaking, eyes glazed over with pleasure. Just as you released your grip on the pillow. Suguru held you firmly against him before he slowly pulled out of you, leaning down and kissing you deeply. It was a vivid contrast to the man that just fucked you stupid, but it was also sweet and very much like Suguru.

“Don't ever scare me like that again. You got lucky last night Y/N.”

The guilt began to rise in your chest again. “I know I'm sorry. Truly, I am Sugu.” His eyes bore into yours. “I'm sorry.” he pressed another kiss against your lips.

“I'm sorry I didn't protect you.”

“Suguru, you don't have to apologize. You took great care of me last night.” he hummed, stroking your hair. “Please don't beat yourself up.”

“I won't if you don't.”

“Ah,” you giggled, shaking your head, “you would play that card.” You ran your hands over his shoulders.

“Yeah, just shut up and relax. You need to get all the rest you can.” there was a certain smugness in his tone. One that reminded you of your high school days.

You blinked, pulling back to stare at Suguru. “Why?”

“Because you owe Satoru a favor for saving you. And you'll be taking my place at the Sweets-Expo he wants to visit in Kyoto next weekend.”

“Just me and Satoru?” You gulped.

“For an entire weekend. And you know Satoru, he's going to visit every single vendor.” He smirked, hearing your audible groan. “Suffer.”

“Is it too late to ask you to stay mad at me?”

Suguru grinned against your skin. “That boat sailed the second you apologized when I got home.” he kissed your collarbone, savoring your groan of defeat.

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summary: you and eren have been friends since forever. you also loved eren since forever. but eren is always bored, until he finally finds something worth changing for pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader, mentioned eren x mikasa w/c: 4.6k warnings & content: toxic!eren (for the most part. man's got a god complex, okay?), female bodied reader, weed smoking, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected p in v sex, angst, fluff

a/n: not me coming back from the dead with this rubbish but hey, beats not writing at all i suppose

"I'm bored." 

Eren laid on his back, one hand under his head, the other holding the meticulously rolled spliff.

"Do you wanna play a video game?" You suggested, watching him blow rings of smoke. "I can beat you at Mortal Kombat again."

He snorted at your audacity before passing you the joint. 

"I mean I'm bored of my life. Nothing exciting ever happens." Eren sighed. He was tired of the same routine of waking up, checking Tinder, going to work, hooking up with some random girl, going to bed — rinse and repeat.

You liked routine. You flourished when you had a routine. Not that you were bothered by the occasional spontaneity, but routine could very well be your middle name.

"Change something, then. Change your job. Or even better, get a girlfriend." Your tone wasn't pleasant. 

"Who's gonna split the rent with you, then?" He sat up, taking the spliff from your fingers.

"Hey, I wasn't done-"

"You snooze, you lose, babe." Eren took one long drag before exhaling the smoke into your face.

Babe. 

You hated when he used pet names on you. It gave you a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he liked you back. But that was impossible. Eren didn't do relationships, he fucked. You knew that damn well when you could hear him through the walls of your flat almost every night. You felt bad for every single girl who thought they could change him. But you knew him better. You knew he would never change.

"I told you to not call me that." You leaned forward to take your spliff back, but Eren put his hand up. "Really, are you going to be a child now?" You pressed a hand on his knee to reach his fingers. 

"You didn't earn it." He shrugged, pushing you back.

"I rolled it, fuckface! Give it back!" You struggled, but Eren was bigger and stronger. 

"Fine." He smacked your hands out of his way and gripped your chin, fingers digging into your skin. "Open up." 

Even if you tried to keep your mouth closed, the force of his fingers parted your lips open. You could feel your cheeks heating up when Eren took a drag and blew the thick smoke into your mouth, his lips merely inches away from yours.

You hated him. No, you hated how he made you feel, how insignificant you were compared to him.

Despite always barking back at him, always getting into arguments, always beating him at Mortal Kombat, the reality was that you always gave in. If Eren told you to strip, you would. If Eren told you to suck his cock, you would. If Eren told you to jump off a cliff, you would. Not because he forced or manipulated you, but because you wanted to.

You were willing to give him everything, and he would take it all.

"Good girl." Eren sneered at your attempt to hide your face. It amused him.

"Fuck off, yeah?" 

"You know what would make my life less boring?" He clicked his tongue. 

"Enlighten me." You rolled your eyes.

"Fucking you."

Your lips parted but no sounds came out of your mouth. Those were words you wanted to hear since you were a teenager, since you first realised you liked him. Since you were 15. Ten years ago.

And the urge to surrender was growing stronger than your will to be dignified and respectable. Much stronger. 

"Eren, stop fucking about." You decided not to play his game. "Just because you're bored doesn't mean you have the right to, what, fuck me? Grow up, you're 25."

There, you told him off. Surely he would be mature enough to understand and respect your wishes. Only, you didn't give him a definitive no. And if Eren couldn't get what he wanted, he would take it.

His fingers ghosted over your shoulder, tugging at the strap of your tank top. You could've smacked his hand away, could've left the room. But you didn't, because you wanted him to convince you. You wanted to make him work for you, to earn you.

Eren didn't say anything, just toyed with the strap, lowering it down your arm. Bad time to not wear a bra, because from the way you were sat, he could perfectly watch the way your nipples protrude through the thin fabric of your top. 

You couldn't lie to yourself — you never wore a bra around Eren, unless you had just come from work. Desperation was written all over your face, every day, every minute of your miserable life, and living with him did not make things any better, it only made them worse. The only two reasons you agreed to be roommates were simple — you were poor and you were in love. You needed someone to split bills and rent with, and you hoped that living with Eren would make him have an epiphany about how much he loved you and wanted to be with you.

Boy, were you wrong.

Yet when he tugged at your strap harder, hooked his index finger and pulled it all down, you did not protest. You did, however, in one final attempt to maintain your dignity, cross your hands over your chest to cover your bare breasts.

He smiled — no, he sneered at how pathetic you were, because if there was one entertaining thing in Eren's boring life, it was how much you tried to fight your feelings for him. 

As if he didn't know. As if you thought he didn't know.

"Have you always been this cute?" His words disrupted your embarrassment, but you knew how foul he was, telling you what you wanted to hear. 

"Eren…" You trailed off, still covering your chest, still hiding your face. "Don't. Don't play with me. Don't say things you know will… hurt me."

"Hurt you?" He cocked a brow at you, almost convincing you that he was confused. "But, I'm giving you what you want, and you'll be giving me what I want."

The sudden realisation that Eren knew all this time how in love you were with him had you burst into tears. Not hysterical crying, heavy breathing or loud sobs, no. Just tear after tear after tear, rolling down your cheeks, down your lips, down your chin, as you cried with no noise. 

He felt bad. He really did.

It's not that he didn't care about you, God, no. Eren loved you — in his own way. He wasn't the type of man to hold your hand, kiss your forehead, cuddle you at night. But he showed his love in other ways — he took days off when you were sick, drove you anywhere and everywhere you wanted, ordered food almost every day. You always assumed he did that because you were friends, because you went way back. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry." His thumb grazed over your bottom lip. "Cross my heart and hope to die." Eren told you when he saw the condescending look on your face.

"For how long have you known?" You turned your head away and pulled your top back up.

He clicked his tongue. Eren wasn't in the mood to talk, he was in the mood to fuck. But you were not about to give yourself to him just yet.

"Long enough." He stubbed whatever was left of the spliff and pulled his legs under him in a lotus position. 

"Jesus Christ. And you enjoyed every bit of it, didn't you?" Venom dripped down your tongue. You watched him with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. "You thrived on watching me be a fool. For fuck's sake, you moved in with me!"

"It's not like that." His voice was calm, but you could see him getting angry.

He'd changed. When he was a teenager he would show how angry he was. Everyone had to know Eren was fuming. But now? Now he was just calm, quietly imagining how he'd rip someone's heart out and eat it.

"It's not like that." You repeated, tone mocking him. "Pray tell, then, Eren, how it is. Because frankly I'm getting tired."

He rolled his eyes at you, and that only irked you more. You wanted to scream at him, to slap him, to make him understand just how much you wanted him.

"We both know why I didn't say anything, Y/N."

Oh.

Of course.

How could you be so stupid to think he ever reciprocated your feelings?

Silly you.

"Wow, I- no. This has to end." You punched the nearest wall, knuckles cracking at the impact. "Fuck!"

"Are you hurt-"

"Fuck you. I really thought I could get over it, you know? But it's been ten years! Ten years of my life wasted because I love you!" Your eyes widened and you brought a hand over your mouth.

Never have you imagined this was how you'd confess your feelings. 

You always thought it would be when Eren would be vulnerable, or perhaps when he would've realised he liked you. But not like this. Never like this.

"Oh, say it again." He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. 

You couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, so when he opened his eyes, all he could see was you, angry, upset, confused.

Eren got up and closed the distance between the two of you. His lips touched your knuckles, his hand holding yours. 

"Say it again." He urged you, his emerald eyes burning holes into your own pupils.

"I… love you." Your voice was dying with each syllable, and you could feel your eyes getting wet with tears once more. 

"Again."

"Eren…"

"Please." He pulled you by the waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent.

There were plenty of mixed signals coming from him, and he was a walking red flag. But you couldn't hold back, not anymore.

"I love you."

Eren wasn't bored of his life. Those three words made him realise that. He didn't need something exciting to happen, no. He needed someone who would dedicate their heart to him. He needed you.

"I don't think I could get tired of hearing this." His breath tickled your skin.

"Eren, please, I can't do this. Not when you don't even like me back." You tried to push him away, but he tightened his grip around your waist. 

"Oh, I like you. Just not how you expect me to." Eren pulled back enough to look into your eyes. "I'm not gonna take you on dates. I'm not gonna buy you flowers. I'm not gonna hold the door open for you." He admitted. 

"That's… alright." It wasn't. 

But if it meant you got to have a small piece of him, you were willing to ruin the rest of your life for him.

His hand slid under your top, but you were too far gone to protest. 

Once you confessed your feelings, you were his.

Your feet followed Eren as he dragged you to the bed. He sat you down, or better yet, he pushed you onto the mattress, and as you fell, so did your dignity and principles. Your embarrassment quickly turned into eagerness, because in that moment, you believed you'd never have another opportunity like this, even if it meant ruining your friendship, and potentially, the rest of your life.

Eren hovered over your body, and you tugged the waistband of his gray sweatpants, making him lean closer.

"Can I kiss you?" Your voice was timid and quiet.

"You can do more than that with that pretty mouth of yours." His confidence made your cheeks burn. He always made your body temperature rise, but this felt like a genuine fever dream. A good one. 

"Eren!" You squealed at his words, but before you knew it, his lips pressed onto yours, hot and needy. That was the uncontested truth — Eren needed you. Not some random girl who was eager to fuck him because of his undoubtedly good looks, but someone who would worship him like a king, a god. And you did that, in your own special way.

There was a time when Mikasa was like that, obsessed with Eren and eager to please him. But the difference was that, to him, Mikasa was mindless. Like a puppet on a string. She wouldn't contest his wishes, and gave up so easily. And Eren didn't want that. He wanted someone to be by his side because they saw eye to eye. Because you believed in his ideas and in him. Mikasa just wanted him. She didn't give two shits on what Eren thought, she would follow him anyway.

But you were like him. There was passion in your eyes and a fire in your heart, and Eren knew that. You preferred to not show that, giving your friends only optimism and kindness. He knew better. He knew the darkness in your soul. He knew you were the only one who could understand him. It only took him ten years to bring that to the surface. 

His mouth was on your neck, kissing, sucking and biting your skin, and your fingers were tangled in his disheveled hair, tugging at it with each wave of electricity running through your veins. Every time he touched you, it felt like you stuck your fingers in a socket.

"Need to feel you." Eren mumbled, one hand traveling down your chest, then your abdomen, sliding under your leggings and panties. "Fuck, you're so wet." He was dumbfounded at the effect he had on your body when his fingers pushed into your sloppy cunt.

For a brief moment, you regretted not being a virgin. You had hoped Eren would be your first, but back when you lost your virginity, you thought he would never want you, so you had a short relationship with some guy who fucked you pretty badly. Since then, you barely had any sex.

His thumb grazed over your swollen clit, and you instinctively arched your back, hitting your forehead against his. Clearly, you lacked experience. 

"Ren, I'm sorry-"

"It's alright." He took your hand and guided it to his cock. "You can make up for it."

You chewed on your lower lip and looked away, only for him to squeeze your wrist. 

"Look at me."

You nodded, palming his bulge through the fabric of his sweatpants. He relaxed, letting go of your wrist and untying the string of his waistband.

Adrenaline and fear fogged your brain. It all still felt so unreal, and part of you was scared you couldn't take him all. The other part wanted him to ruin you.

Eren pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor, leaving your cunt needy and alone.

"Go on." He urged you after seeing the lust and fear in your eyes. "I know you want it."

You sighed at the lack of gentleness, but you couldn't deny the obvious truth. 

Your manicured fingernails snatched the waistband and pulled it down, not caring about foreplay anymore. You've had enough foreplay in the past ten years. 

The sight of his cock made your mouth water, like some kind of rabid dog, but you didn't give a shit anymore. You didn't care if he saw you as a piece of meat, a toy or a puppet.

"I-" Words could not come out of your mouth. He was just stunning, with his toned body and his hair falling down his beautiful face. Shit, maybe he was a god.

"Well?" Eren snapped, impatient and irritated at the lack of reaction. You did react, just not like he expected you to.

Curious and confused, you reluctantly shifted your position, bringing your face closer to him. After pondering your next move, you parted your lips open and stuck your tongue out, dragging it up his shaft. 

"You can do better." He fisted your hair and pulled your head back. "You will do better, yeah?"

"Yes-" You stopped talking when he pushed his cock into your mouth, effectively forcing you to take as much of his length as possible.

The tears pooling at the corners of your eyes weren't from pain, nor the lack of air, but from pure ecstasy and joy. Finally, you were granted what you were longing for so long. 

You worked hard for Eren, hollowing your cheeks and sucking his cock. You didn't think your mouth could produce so much spit, but it did, and it dribbled down your chin, down his shaft, mixed with his delicious precum. Your lips were just so swollen you thought they went numb.

When Eren got tired of watching you struggle to breathe, he pulled your head back, allowing you to inhale as much air as possible. His fingers wrapped around your neck as he bent down to kiss you.

"Shit." He pulled back. "I taste good."

He was so full of himself, so vain and narcissistic that it made you want to hate him. But you couldn't lie to yourself — you loved every bit of him.

"Eren, please." You reminded him that you also needed attention by squeezing his hand.

He looked down on you, as if he were insulted by your audacity to speak.

"What? You want something?" He palmed his cock, slowly stroking it up and down.

You nodded.

"Show me, then."

Another sigh escaped past your lips. You should've known he'd make you work. He wouldn't just give you what you wanted so easily. 

Pulling your leggings down and letting them fall off the bed, you gently laid back on the mattress. Eren watched your every move, judging every single gesture, and so far, he seemed pleased. He seemed especially pleased when your hands reached your panties, tugging them and eventually pulling them down. You laid there, half naked and awkward. 

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" His voice was condescending. "Earn it, you filthy whore." Now he was impatient. 

Never had he called you a whore before. You didn't mind it, you just didn't expect it. And you didn't know what to do, either. After a few seconds of silence and deep thinking, you bit your lower lip and spread your legs. Unmoved by your attempt, Eren just kept on pumping his cock, seemingly enjoying himself more.

Fine, you'd try harder.

Your hand slowly traveled up your thigh until it reached your cunt, and your fingers gently rubbed circles against your clit. His eyes didn't leave your body. That was what he wanted, but it was still not enough. 

"Ren- oh, please-" Your breath hitched when arched your back. "Need you, please!"

"Need me to what? Say it, otherwise you won't be getting shit from me."

Did he have to humiliate you like that? Was it not enough that you just professed your love to him? Did he have to take everything from you?

The answer was yes, and you knew it all too well.

"Don't wanna say it…" You tried to fight your instincts.

"Is that so? Fuck yourself, then." He was dead serious. 

"No, wait!" You sat up, fingernails digging into his arms. "Please!"

Eren tucked your hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek with one hand. Despite how tender his gesture was, you knew his words would be cruel.

"Give yourself to me. All of you."

Something snapped inside your brain. He didn't have to tease you for you to want him. He didn't need to kiss you and make you melt. He knew exactly which buttons to push to break his toy.

"Take me, then!" You begged him. "Kiss me, fuck me, kill me if you want!"

Even Eren was shocked to see how much power he had over you. Power he would obviously abuse in the future. Sure, you could have said those things in the heat of the moment, said them to get what you wanted, but it wasn't just sheer lust — you were willing to let Eren ruin you.

You did ask nicely, and how could he not grant your wish?

His dark locks tickled your face when he leaned in to kiss you in what was, perhaps, the most animalistic kiss you've ever had. Oh, and you were putty in his hands, kissing him back, fisting his hair to pull him impossibly closer to you.

With your legs spread open for him, Eren pushed his cock into your needy cunt, and although he tried not to hurt you, he couldn't hide his eagerness to just fuck you already. Inch by inch, you rolled your eyes in both pleasure and pain — it's been a while since you got laid. Your fingernails raked up and down his back, leaving red marks all over his perfect skin, and you could tell he enjoyed it by his guttural growls and grunts.

"God, you're so tight." Eren bottomed out, allowing you to adjust to his size. 

Oh, and you adjusted, alright. He filled you up, both physically and emotionally, and no longer was there a void in your heart. He was your missing piece, but you weren't so sure if you were his.

Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, you looked him in the eyes without a shred of shame.

"Please, Eren, please fuck me! I've waited so long-" You choked on your own words when his hips began to roll painstakingly slowly. But you loved every bit of it, so much so that you sunk your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your moans.

Eren wouldn't have that, of course. He had to hear you. He heard you every night, when you thought you were quietly fucking yourself, it was only natural he wanted to hear you when he was the one balls deep inside of you.

The sound of his name on your lips was divine, like a devout subject praying to her god. Because that was Eren to you — a god.

Your lips were swollen from all his devouring kisses, and you were sure he left a few bruises on your body after how hard he pinched and squeezed the plush of your hips, but you didn't care. You belonged to him, after all.

"Harder, fuck me harder!" You begged him. It's not that you wanted to finish, God no. You wanted this moment to last forever. But you needed to feel him more.

Eren pulled out, despite your request, only to flip you over and thrust back into your cunt. You've never tried that position before with other men. You believed that it was filthy and humiliating to get fucked from behind. And you were right, you felt like nothing but a piece of meat. But it also felt good.

"Hard enough, you little slut?" He whispered into your ear, the words sending chills down your spine. Who knew you would enjoy being called awful names?

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" You arched your back, the sound of the bedframe hitting the wall echoing in your room. Your poor neighbours. 

"Has anyone else fucked you like this before?" Eren fisted your hair, pulling your head back.

"N-no!" You cried out, feeling your thighs quiver. 

"Good." He let go of your hair, only to bring an arm around your neck, practically holding you in a headlock. "And no one's ever gonna fuck you like this, but me, yeah?"

"Y-you, only you!" 

"That's right." He let go of you, instead focusing his hands on your hips. "You're mine."

It was comforting to hear those words, because you knew that was how Eren expressed his feelings — violently. 

There was no romance with Eren, only chaos and violence, and you loved him just like that. 

Then you felt it — his frantic thrusts, the stuttering pace, his fingers almost ripping the skin off your hips — he was close, and so were you. 

"Eren! I'm gonna finish-"

"I know, love."

That was enough to send you over the edge, your walls tightening around his cock, and pleasure engulfing your entire body. Your limbs were numb by the time you reached your climax, and you were too tired to tell him not to finish inside of you. But Eren wasn't an idiot. Despite his violent urges, he didn't want to hurt you. Not emotionally, at least. He pulled out on time, you knew that when you felt something hot and thick on your lower back.

You could hear him walk out of the room and then back in, and in your daze, you tried to prop yourself on your elbows and look up.

"Don't move." Eren told you, and his voice had drastically changed — soft and soothing. "You don't want cum leaking on your bedsheets."

"Need to wash 'em anyway." You groaned, coming down from your high. 

"Tomorrow." He said, gently wiping your back with tissues. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You nodded. "Still bored?" You teased him, but you knew things would go back to normal tomorrow. Eren would go back to Tinder and you would go back to your routine.

"A little." Eren shrugged, and although you should have expected this answer, it still shattered your heart into a million pieces. "You know what would help?"

"What?" 

"If you would let me take you out on a date."

You were confused, and understandably so.

"Me?"

"No, the Pope. Go on a nice little date in the Vatican. Yes, you." He chuckled at his own joke.

But you were still confused.

"I thought you didn't do dates." You watched him toss the tissues in the bin and sit back down on your bed.

"Well, it's time for a change." He didn't look at you, instead focusing on one dot on the wall.

"Okay, but why? I mean, why me?"

"Don't, Y/N. Don't make me say it." Eren hoped that if he still stared at that dot, you would leave him alone.

"You made me say a lot of shit tonight, Jaeger. Why me?" You could feel your cheeks heat up again with anger.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, you know why!" He crossed his arms like a child.

"No, I don't."

"Jesus, because I l-" Eren cleared his throat. "I luh-" he choked.

"Oh my God, just say it already!" 

"I love you, you crazy fucking bitch!" He threw his hands up in exasperation. "There, I said it, happy?"

You were stunned, absolutely dumbfounded. Love? Eren loved you? How? Since when? There were tons of questions you wanted to ask him, but not a single word came out of your mouth. 

The silence was deafening, and you could hear your heart beating in your eardrums. So instead of saying anything, you scooted closer to him, cupping his face and turning his face towards you. Finally, he looked into your eyes, and you beamed at him. There was so much warmth in your smile that it moved him, and for the first time in a very long time, Eren smiled, too.

He pulled you into a soft embrace, his arm around your shoulders, his chin resting on your head. 

"Can I sleep with you?" Eren asked.

"Didn't you already do that?" You mocked him with a grin on your lips.

"Alright, fuck you too, then.” He chuckled, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Perhaps you had been wrong all along. Perhaps all of Eren’s arrogance and chaos was just a mask, something to hide how he truly felt. You knew he would never show his vulnerable side, but the fact that tonight he at least tried to do that meant that he could change. And tonight, for the first time, Eren not only felt loved, but he felt the need to show love.

It would take time and patience, but he could change. For you.

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The Backup || Chapter 1 [Jake Seresin x Reader]

Summary: No strings attached sex never works, right? You and Jake Seresin have fallen into a bad pattern of seeking each other out for sex after dates go awry, but a year of being friends with benefits with Jake hasn’t been good for your dating life. Especially when the two of you are hiding your antics from your lifelong best friend Coyote and the rest of your tightly knit friend group. But what happens when you decide to take a step back and end the cycle with Jake to focus on your dating life? And why is it that all of the sudden Jake looks more irresistible than ever when you know he’s off limits? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, cursing

WC: 3.2K

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“That can’t happen again.”  

“It will.” 

You sighed loudly, flinging yourself backward onto the mound of pillows, knowing that he was right. Jake rolled off the bed, tugging on his boxers. 

He grinned. “Any more bad dates planned for this week?” 

“A blind date on Friday,” you replied, rolling onto your side to face him as Jake got dressed. “Someone that a secretary from my work knows.” 

“A blind date, really?” 

Ignoring his comment, you replied, “What about you?” 

“No plans.” 

“Which means that you’ll have a date lined up by Thursday.” 

“And it’ll be a flop and we’ll be right back here on Friday night.” 

“I’m serious Jake, this can’t keep happening.” You stepped out of bed, slipping on a silk robe and tying it tightly around your middle. “We can’t be each other’s fallback every time a date goes sideways.” 

“So end it,” he said. “You’re the one that called me tonight, remember?” 

“I’m weak,” you replied and Jake chuckled. 

“You’re a lot of things, sweetheart, but weak isn’t one of them. Except when it comes to those mall pretzels.” 

“Well those are objectively the best.” 

“True.” 

You watched as Jake finished getting dressed, tying his shoelaces, slipping on his jacket. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Always.” 

“Are we fucking each other up by doing this? Like are we the reason that every single date goes bad? Because I feel like lately they all end up sucking.” 

“The dates are bad because our options are bad,” Jake replied. “We’re not cursed, Stinky. That’s just how these things go. You date and date and just when you think you want to fling yourself over the Golden Gate you find one person who suddenly makes things work. And then you live your weird Hallmark lives together forever.” 

“You, Jake Seresin, believe that?” You raised your eyebrows. “What happened to the guy I met three years ago who didn’t realize that girls don’t want to come over to your fucking Tenderloin apartment and see a bed without a bed frame?” 

“I loved that apartment and it was dirt cheap,” Jake argued. “Besides, you’re not much better. Remember when you thought guys actually liked girls who wore Birkenstocks?” 

“They’re comfortable!” 

“You looked like you were going to yell at me for not using a reusable jar to grind my own peanut butter at Whole Foods for twenty dollars an ounce. It was heinous. Also they smelled like ass.” Hence, the nickname that you hoped would die but never did. 

“You’re just saying that because your type is girls who stomp around in size five Aquazzura heels on Market Street and have their daddy’s Amex card numbers memorized.” 

“Better than your type. Mr. Couch potato, looks practically homeless and asks you to split the check at dinner because he’s too cheap to pay for your baked potato.” 

“That happened twice, that’s not a pattern.” 

“More than once is concerning.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re good in bed because I can’t fucking stand you.” 

“Stop stroking my ego.” 

“Goodnight, Seresin,” you said, walking toward the kitchen, your back to him. “Slam the door on your face on your way out, won’t you?” 

“Night Stinky,” he said and you could hear his footsteps trailing down the hallway. “See you next weekend!” 

You grabbed a half-empty bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the fridge door and slammed it, a little too hard, the sound of bottles inside rattling as you unscrewed the cap and chugged directly from the bottle. It was acidic, probably too old, but it would do the trick. Anything to block out Jake’s words that haunted the quiet air of your apartment even after he was gone.

He was right. Somehow the two of you always fell into bed together. The dates always went belly up. Hinge, Raya, Bumble, League. No app worked. No blind set up. It was like clockwork: you’d spend an hour getting ready for a date, and within five minutes you’d know that at the end you’d call an Uber to take you to Jake’s. Or vice versa: he’d show up at your door with a pocketful of condoms and a smirk. It always ended the same way. For almost a year, you and Jake had been filling the gaps of your dating life with each other. Friends with benefits. No strings. 

And, of course, you made a point to keep it from the friend group. Coyote would throw an absolute fit if he found out. He had made a point the first time he introduced you to his friend group, which had later adopted you as one of their own, to steer clear of Jake. 

“Before we go in, there’s one rule.” 

You frowned, looking up at him. His face, normally so relaxed and chill, was creased in concern. The two of you had known each other for more than half of your lives, growing up in houses across the street from each other. At night, sometimes you would flick the lamp on your desk off and on as a kid to get his attention. He would do the same, powering up the old Walkie Talkies your mom had given the two of you one summer so you could whisper to each other in the darkness, your own secret club. This was all before cell phones were stapled to every kid’s ear, even before AIM or Facebook. Javy had been your friend for what felt like every minute of your life. 

“Don’t fall for Jake’s bullshit, OK?” Coyote said. “He’s suave and shit, but he’s going to hurt you if you let him.” 

“I’ll be fine.” 

He shook his head. “I mean it, Y/N. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” 

Coyote had seen you at every low point in your life. When your prom date stood you up and he stepped in. When you almost failed out of sophomore year because your math professor had a chip against you. When your dad died after freshman year of college and the two of you stood side by side in your backyard in the rain, not speaking, but you knew he was there and that was enough. 

Coyote had been there for all of it. You knew, deep down, that he had your best interests in mind. 

But then you had walked into the bar on 22nd Street and Jake’s golden head had been thrown back in a laugh and you felt your heartbeat speed up in your chest. The way he looked at you that first night — it was like you were a prize and he was operating the claw machine with an endless supply of quarters. You flirted with him, to Javy’s disdain, but at the end of the night when he slipped his hand onto your bare knee you pulled away with a grin. 

You weren’t going to make it easy for him. 

At first that’s all it was. A chase, flirtation. Coyote’s eyes darting angrily between you and Jake as the two of you argued over the pool table or in a game of darts. The time all six of you — Jake, Coyote, Phoenix, Bob and Bradley — rented bikes in Golden Gate Park and the last mile was just you and Jake, ahead of everyone else, racing as fast as you could until your lungs threatened to give out and the greenery of the park opened up onto Ocean Beach. 

The two of you had ditched your bikes, plopping down into the sand, gasping for breath, the waves slapping softly along the shore. 

“You win,” Jake said. 

“I know, I got here a solid ten seconds before you.” 

He looked over with a grin. “No, I mean you win, Y/N. I’m not going to try and sleep with you. We can be friends, or whatever the hell it is that girls want.” 

You shook your head, laughing. “All it took was getting beat in a physical competition and you’re giving up? Jake Seresin, I’m appalled.” 

He laid back against the sand and you did the same, heads only a foot or so apart. 

“What girls want,” you added, “is to be pursued not chased. Is to feel wanted but not smothered. Sexy but still intelligent.”

“That’s too much to ask for.” 

“You asked what we want, not what’s attainable.” 

“Is that what you want, Y/N?” 

In that moment, you wanted him. You wanted to feel his hard, sweaty muscles pressed against your body. Feel his silky golden hair beneath your fingertips. His rough voice in your ear. 

You rolled over on top of Jake, surprise lacing his face, your hands digging into the sand on either side of his head. Your hips grazed over his, just a hint, and Jake reached up one hand, brushing the hair out of your face where it had fallen from your ponytail. 

“I’m not going to tell you what I want,” you whispered, smirking. “More fun this way.” 

“Oh you’re evil,” Jake grinned, rolling the two of you over until you were pressed against the sand, his much larger body pinning you down, this time his hips grinding you down against the soft beach. You could feel him everywhere and it took everything in your body not to moan out into the open air for all the families and tourists to hear. The rush knowing that any minute the rest of the group could catch up and find the two of you only made your heart beat faster in your chest. “I’m up for the challenge.” 

“You better be.” 

The two of you laid there, Jake’s arms boxing you in, his chest lifting against yours. If you reached up a few inches you would be able to slide your lips against his. 

But instead, you shoved him off and he landed in the sand as you laughed. You saw it in his eyes at that moment. 

You had Jake Seresin’s interest. For now. 

***

“Hey, you’re early for once.” Coyote leaned in, kissing your cheek gently. 

You grinned. “Snagged a front row parking spot.” 

“Grab a table, I’ll get us some coffees.” 

“Flat white?” 

He nodded, heading off toward the counter. You picked a spot in the corner, a big round table. The door swung open and Bob and Bradley walked in. You waved, Bradley sliding into the booth with a grin. “Hey Stink,” he said and you rolled your eyes. The nickname had stuck, despite your best effort to shake it over the last few years. 

“Bradshaw. What did y’all get up to last night?” 

“The usual,” he said as Bob sat down with two black coffees and slid one to Bradley. “Started out at the bars in Richmond.” 

“And ended up in some twentysomething’s bed in the Marina,” Bob finished. 

You shot him a smile which he returned with a shy grin. “Just you two idiots out on the town.” 

“Phoenix was there, and Jake.” 

His ears must have been burning, because the moment his name was said, Jake sauntered through the door, looking far too fresh for nine in the morning after a night of drinking and debauchery. 

You should know. The two of you had, predictably, landed in bed together after your blind date. Just like Jake said you would. Just like you had hoped you wouldn’t. He spotted the three of you in the corner and smirked, lifting a pair of sunglasses onto the top of his head and heading toward the counter. 

Coyote slid into the spot next to you. “Flat white. And I got you a croissant. You look hungover.” 

“You’re a dick.” 

“Just smile and look pretty,” he replied and you grunted, ripping off a piece of croissant and stuffing it into your mouth. “Where’s Nat?” 

“Running late,” Bob said, checking his phone. 

Jake took a seat across the table from you, a cup of hot coffee in one hand, a donut in the other. He took a bite, powdered sugar coating his upper lip in a faux mustache. “So everyone here got some last night?” 

You rolled your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. Bob’s face glowed pink. Coyote dragged a wet tea bag out of his cup. “Could you be cruder?” 

“Yes.” It rolled off of his tongue effortlessly. 

You scowled and took a sip of coffee. Phoenix crashed through the cafe doors, flinging herself into the remaining chair and swiping the last of your croissant, shoving it in her mouth. “Hey.” 

“Morning Princess,” Bradley said. “Long night? We lost you after the second bar.” 

She shrugged and leaned over, taking a sip of his coffee. “Ew, no cream, really Bradshaw? Anyways, I ran into Nina.” 

The group groaned. Nina was Phoenix’s ex-girlfriend and it was communally agreed that she should stay an ex. If Natasha’s belongings on a curb and her box of coats on literal fire weren’t proof enough, Nina had also stolen from her once and racked up a monumental credit card bill that Phoenix later managed with the bank. 

“She’s changed!” 

“Nobody changes,” you replied. 

“Well how was your night, Stink?” she asked. “That blind date work out?” 

“He smelled like Fritos and told me his goal in life was to quit insurance sales and start a Lord of the Rings themed coffee bar.” 

“That’s lowkey kind of cool,” Bob replied. 

“Let’s just say it didn’t work out.” 

“So you went home alone?” 

Across the table, Jake smirked. You hid your face in your coffee mug. “Yeah. Alone.” 

***

“So you work at a bank. That’s cool.” 

You sighed, taking a sip of wine. “I’m actually a hedge fund analyst.” 

Bill, your date for the night, frowned. “Bob told me you worked at a bank. I thought you were a teller or something. So you work.” 

You were going to kill Floyd. Bill was tall, you’d give him that. But this was the third hint he’d dropped that screamed of misogyny. The first was when you ordered a steak and a glass of red and he asked why you weren’t getting a salad. The second was when you ordered a second glass of wine and he frowned, saying wasn’t it bad for your fertility to be drinking so much? “Yes, I work,” you replied. “And do you work?” 

He puffed out his chest. “Of course. I’m a real estate agent.” 

“And does that pay well?” 

He went ashen and then a bright fiery red. You tried to hide your grin behind your wine glass. 

“I’m going to use the restroom.” You slid out from your chair, grabbing your purse and heading toward the front of the restaurant. When Bill looked away, you darted right, out the front doors, practically jogging around the corner. “I’m going to murder Floyd,” you said into the phone. 

Jake’s laugh on the other end was warm. “Again? I thought you were still mad at him for that sous chef-turned yoga instructor who tried to crack your back in the middle of the restaurant.” 

“Just come pick me up?” you begged, looking around. “I’m at some place in the Mission, I’ll send you my location. And hurry, before my date comes out here and tries to get me to put on a costume from Little House on the Prairie.” 

Five minutes later, you were stretching out in the passenger seat of Jake’s car. He had one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh, cruising down Van Ness toward the Marina. You resisted the urge to study him: his golden hair illuminated by the headlights of oncoming traffic, the way he smelled like pine and fresh laundry and the smirk that you knew was practically tattooed on his lips. 

Those lips that, try as you might, you couldn’t stop aching for. 

It always ended the same. You and Jake in a pile of tangled limbs in crisp white sheets, sweat pricking at your skin, hair a mess, a soreness already starting to form between your legs. And you’d do it again and again, even if it was wrong. Even if hiding things from Coyote and the rest of the group was becoming next to impossible. Because ending the night with Jake was a hell of a lot better than being alone in your apartment. 

“Stay,” Jake said as you pulled on your jeans, buttoning the top button and turning around in your lacy bra, searching for your shirt that had somehow been flung onto the coffee table. 

You yanked it over your head. “What? No, that’s rule number three.” The two of you had started a list of informal rules for your friends with benefits situation. Rule number one: no getting attached. Rule number two: keep it a secret. Rule number three: no sleepovers. 

“Rules are made to be broken, babe.” 

“Don’t babe me, Seresin,” you grunted, slipping on one stiletto and then the other, examining your hair in the mirror above the dresser. 

“For once, what if you just pretended to like me for more than five seconds when we’re not horizontal.” 

“It’s not an act, Jake,” you replied, whipping around to look at him. He was sitting up in bed, sheet covering his lower half, top half ridiculously muscular and drenched in a thin layer of sweat that only made him glisten in the dull light from the lamp. “You and I? We’re two totally different people. We have good sex and we have the same friends but the similarities stop there. I want someone to actually be in a relationship with. Not just a booty call.” 

“Feeling pretty used over here.” 

“You use me and I use you,” you replied, “that’s how this works. Two-way street.” 

“For a girl who claims to want more than this, you seem to be jumping into my bed a lot.” 

“Fuck you,” you said, but it was lighthearted. 

“I mean it, Y/N,” Jake replied and there was something serious in his tone. “You say you want a real relationship but you don’t even give guys a chance. You find something wrong with them, every single time.” 

“You literally said not two weeks ago that everyone in this city is insane and that’s why none of our dates ever work out.” 

Jake stood up, slipping on a pair of boxers. “That’s true, too. But you’re part of the problem, Stinky. And I think you know it.” 

“I’m leaving,” you said, stomping down the hallway toward the front door. 

“You'll be back here in a few days,” Jake called out. 

You slammed the door behind you. There was nothing but silence on the other side of the door. Jake wasn’t the type of guy to rush after you, say he was wrong. 

And why would he? Because the truth was, he was right. And you both knew it. 

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Hello there

I read your chubby gf hc for zb1 it was soo cute . I was wondering if you could do the same for txt where the reader is a sub 🤔 🙃 😅.

I feel like we chubby girls get masculinized so much here on tumblr fics . its soo hard to feel pretty and wanting someone to tc of you :(( I msoory idk why I was ranting but yeah

𐙚 anon, my page forever will be chubby reader safe as i’m a chubby girl myself, never be sorry.

꒰ warning! ꒱ pussy eating, strength kink, mentions of breeding, no implications of using condoms, dom!txt, pure smut + fluff, mentions of insecurities, sub!reader, squirting

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Soobin comes home after work and he’s missed you so badly, making a beeline to your shared bedroom. He engulfs you in a hug the moment he sees you, earning both a giggle and kiss from you, his chin tucked into your shoulder as he watches you do your makeup. Soobin will tell you that you don’t need it, scowling when you bring up your double chin. He couldn’t ever care about that which he makes you well aware of. Soon, he gets tired of you belittling yourself to him, twirling your chair around and pushing it backwards until it hits up against the vanity, knocking a few items off it. You watch in anticipation as he drops to his knees, bottom lip tucked between your teeth in anticipation. His fingers are hiking your skirt up, letting the fabric bunch up at your tummy, pressing your plush thighs together in embarrassment. Feeling too seen. “Don’t hide from me,” Soobin demands, moving you down the slightest before ripping your legs apart far and long enough to stuff his head in between. The way in he laps his tongue in and out of your folds makes your head dizzy, fingers curled around the armrests trying to keep yourself grounded as he abused your clit vigorously. It’s hard to focus with your boyfriend's plump lips working you to an orgasm, his voice deep as he calls you beautiful, all his, dipping his fingers into your arousal whilst you clench around them. Soobin is so focused on making you cum, finally tipping you over the edge, riding his face throughout your high. When he pulls away from your thighs that was pinning him down just moments ago, you go to apologize but his flushed face and pussy drunk expression (god, it shouldn’t be so hot to see his chin drenched) you can’t bring yourself to. He simply loves you so much and it’s so gentle and loving.

Yeonjun loves doggy. Specifically, he loves doggy whilst having you face a mirror, seeing yourself take every inch of him with ease. He wraps your hair around his hand, or secures you by the back of your neck with a hand, strong thrusts that make your eyes roll up with each connection. Yeonjun is equally sweet as he is rough, whispering praises while calling you degrading names, teasing you for clenching around him and getting wetter as your response. Not that you can help it any! Who wouldn’t get wet from their always loving, tooth rotting sweet boyfriend calling them his whore as he fucked into them? Exactly. He wraps an arm around your throat to bring you up closer to his chest, earning a surprised moan from you, sticking two of his long fingers into your mouth. You suck on them earnestly as he brings his free hand down to rub your clit in pace of his dick pushing into you. It’s maddening to say the least, allowing your head to barely move back far enough to rest on his shoulder, clenching around him to stop yourself from cumming. Your efforts aren’t enough unfortunately as Yeonjun removes his fingers from your mouth using your own saliva to torment your nipples. His actions are rough, rolling and tugging the already sensitive buds betweenst his fingers. “Please, please please.” You begged, your eyes barely being able to stay open to watch the scene unfold in front of you from the mirror's reflection, your face red. Yeonjun’s thrusts are deep, growing from calculated to messy as he reaches closer to his orgasm, your thighs equally as red as your face. The orgasm growing in you was coming fast, all but basically begging for him to let you cum, Yeonjun calling you his impatient, dick loving, whore. The edge in his voice makes you groan, eyes shooting open wide as he throws you back against the mattress, your chin digging into the material as he pulls out and slams back into you. Yeongjun was being more than rough now, his thrusts filling out perfectly, crying as he held you messily by the hair. “Fuck!” Yeongjun swears loudly, his last thrust into you being enough for him to cum, your body responding almost immediately with your own, shaking as you let your face fall flat against the bed, panting loudly to catch your breath. Yeongjun shakily pulls out, rolling to his side and wrapping an arm snuggled around your waist. “I love you, beautiful.” He says as he plants kisses against your back, reminding him that you loved him more, Yeongjun turning you over to cover you in kisses demanding he loves you much more.

Taehyun is unable and unwilling to hide his strength kink with you, he loves picking you up and kissing your face as you whine about being “too heavy for him.” He’ll tell you that a real man doesn’t care about size and he loves you infinitely. Taehyun begs for you to ride him, loving the way you put your full weight on him so you can feel every inch of his cock. At first he will have to guide you, coaxing you to stop hovering, grabbing your plush thighs and slamming you down until they meet flush with his. His hands travel up from your thighs past your hips until they cup each breast, the extra fat spilling over his fingers. It’s erotic the way Taehyun is kneading your chest while practically fucking up into you, calling you his, his pretty baby. You forget to be insecure with Taehyun, mind stuck in the fuzziness of your high as he lifts your hips up. Whining at the loss of him, he quickly tells you not to worry, feeling him shuffle around beneath you. Gasping when you feel his hot breath fan over your wet pussy, you shake your head telling him you’ll crush him, earning a growl from him. He doesn’t hesitate to grab your ass, pushing you into place so his tongue laps at your aroused clit, bringing you down to no longer hover over his face. Taehyun’s grip is firm, his moans getting lost in the wet squelches of your arousal, your fingers curled deliberately in his hair. He can’t help but love being drowned and suffocated by your pussy.

Beomgyu is a service top at heart. He loves being able to not only provide for you but ensure that you never feel the need to put in any of the work. You wrap your fingers around his beautiful locks, yanking his head up, his lips disconnecting from your clit with a wet pop! He lets his fingers run up and back down the slit of your pussy feeling how drenched you already became from him barely eating you out, a hot blush covering your skin in warmth. “Too sensitive,” you breathlessly whined, your eyes wet and wide. Beomgyu laughs, sending shivers down the entirety of your body, curling your toes at the noise. “You taste so good,” Beomgyu said before leaning back down down to swipe his tongue alongside your slit, rolling it around your erected bud, giving it a subtle flick. He takes his time with foreplay leaving you at the edge of cumming before slowly sinking into you, your eyes fluttering before rolling back. Catching you into a heated kiss, you cup the side of Beomgyu’s face, groaning softly as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. Giving it a small tug before dropping it to continue the kiss, your shaky hand drags down his arm, thighs shaking from his continuous thrusts up into you. Your mind goes blank, the red hot iron feeling in your abdomen unraveling itself as you cum around Beomgyu, your nails dug deep into the soft flesh of his arms. Beomgyu groans loudly in pain and pleasure mixed, filling out the condom as he brings his desperate thrusts to dragged out movements. He’s perfect in the way he can’t help but clean you up with his tongue, restarting the entire process over.

Kai is extremely possessive. If it’s a hand on your lower back, or decorating your skin in beautiful hickies, he's doing so. With this, Kai hates when people flirt with you, he knows you’re insanely attractive but it still irks him when it’s obvious the two of you are together, and someone still tries to make a move on you. You never of course entertain the stranger's request as that’s breaking boundaries within your relationship, but it doesn’t stop Kai from taking you back to the apartment and making sure you’re his. That you feel like his. He’s quick to hike up the material of your dress, you giggling at him for being impatient, Kai grunting in response. The two of you have safe words so you know despite his headspace he’d always respect them, chewing on your bottom lip as his fingers find the band to your thong. “Fuck me.” Kai moans deep in his throat at the sight, a blush decorating your cheeks as you feel a sudden embarrassment settle in. You knew having a big pussy meant the fabric didn’t cover everything making you feel suddenly insecure going to close your thighs together, Kai quickly catching on and securing himself so that you weren’t able to. He looks up at you and his expression is almost enough to make you fall to your knees. No words have to be said to know exactly what he was thinking, he was going to devour you in every sense. His fingers swiftly find refuge past your folds, your head tilted to the side as he rhythmically moves them finding your sweet spot. Kai being a musical prodigy most definitely had its perks, this being one of them, moans dripping from your lips as you begged him to give you more. He’s in no mood to tease and edge you like he usually does, repositioning you so your chest is flush against the bedroom door. Sitting behind you on his knees, he sits up so that his tongue connects deliciously to your folds, using two hands to hold you open as he delved his tongue in. There’s little to no resistance, something that embarrasses you, something that leaves Kai leaking in his jeans. It doesn’t take long for Kai to let his tongue work you whilst using a now free hand to rub your clit in sloppy figure eights, your legs becoming shakier and unstable by the minute. You reach back to grab a fistful of his hair, whining for him to slow down, your body shaking as if it was electrified. However, Kai doesn’t slow down, removing his tongue leaving a kiss against your ass before with no notice, slips two fingers easily into your drenched hole. Working both your pussy and clit, you’re reduced to nothing but moans and lewd noises that fill out the entirety of the small apartment, groaning as your legs repeatedly try to give out from underneath you. A sudden sensation of having to use the bathroom hits you, begging Kai to stop so you can go, trembling like a leaf. He ignores your pleads, not yet using your safe word with him, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Your vision turns white as a cried out moan rips from your throat, squirting around Kai’s fingers, his fingers rubbing your clit becoming harder to control due to you being soaked. Exhaustion hits you, trembling as Kai stands up to support you with his weight, pressing gentle kisses against your sweaty skin. It’s hard to hear him but you recognize them as praises, allowing yourself to be moved as he carries you to the bed, whining as he continues to play with your beautifully plush body.

[shawtuzi]

hello loves im back i’ve had the worst writers block ever so here’s a draft i’ve been working on forever. i present to you squirting with the aot boys!!! (eren, jean, armin, reiner, levi)

this is 18+ content///cw include: fem!reader, black coded reader, lots n lots of squirting, choking, car sex, 69ing in armins part, unprotected sex AND rough sex in reiners part, oral f&m receiving, overstimulation, orgasm denial, slight size kink, use of restraints and toys in levi’s part, daddy and sir kink, lots of praise n degradation and i think that’s about it pls enjoy *kiss kiss* this is not proofread btw i’m sorry for any mistakes

eren yeager * ੈ✩‧˚

“e-eren slow down i-i can’tttt,” you pleaded beginning to feel lightheaded from eren’s iron grip on your throat. he had you pinned to the bed by your neck while his free hand was knuckles deep in your soaked pussy. he’d been at this for god knows how long and you were beginning to think it was never ending by the way his pupils had become completely blown out. “you can do it baby jus’ one more time for me yeah? one more time for your renny?” he smiled pressing one, two, three kisses to your swollen lips. you whimpered against his lips wishing your could feel his soft locs between your fingers but alas he couldn’t resist teasing you and made sure his hair was tied up and out of your reach </3 “m’so sensitive though….it hurts renny,” you sniffled attempting to close your thighs but eren just shoved them right back open, slapping your pussy twice for disobeying him. eren could tell you were on the brink of cumming by the way your thighs began to shake violently and you could only muster broken moans. “look at me. i want you to look at me while you make a mess all over my fingers open your fucking eyes y/n,” eren growled tightening his already harsh grip on your neck. you cracked open your eyes looking straight into eren’s emerald ones, “i’m- i’m gonna—ngh shiiiit fuck eren!” you squealed gripping on his bicep for dear life while his middle and ring finger plunged inside your pussy at a brutal pace. “that’s it baby that’s it you’re so good for me, my pretty baby there you go,” he rasped, mouth watering at the sight of your wet, swollen pussy. he almost felt bad that he wasn’t even close to finished with you yet. almost. “you did so well for me baby, can you do it just one more time on my dick? please?” he gave you the most sickeningly sweet pout he could muster while palming over his dick in the process. you bit your lip thinking to yourself for a moment before nodding slowly, “yes….but only if you finish inside me.” eren smiled yanking his sweats down his thick thighs, “that’s my good girl.”

jean kirstein * ੈ✩‧˚

“mmm jean,” you purred in his ear, taking the lobe between your teeth to nibble on it. “that feel good mama?” jean smiled biting down harshly on his bottom lip at the sound of your squelching pussy that was squeezing his fingers in the most delicious way possible. jean was only supposed to stop by to drop off some clothes and makeup you’d left at his place because you were leaving for the weekend, but one thing led to another and suddenly you were in jean’s lap your legs spread as wide as possible while he fingered you. even cramped together in his car seat he still made the moment feel so sensual, whispering sweet nothings and praises in your ear while he rubbed tight little circles on your swollen clit. you came on his fingers three times now but he still wasn’t satisfied. not to be crude be he wanted you to make a mess all over the drivers seat </3 “gimme a kiss,” he whispered turning his head slightly to capture your lips immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth. you moaned oh so sweetly into the kiss, making sure to suck on his tongue and nibble on his bottom lip just the way he likes. “mmf—fuck,” jean grunted giving your pussy a rough slap before shoving three fingers inside you, his palm brushing against your clit with every movement his hand made. not be able to keep up with his intense kissing jean took it upon himself to leave wet, sloppy kissed on your neck instead. “you look so pretty like this. my cute little doll i love you so much, you love me too right?” he smiled, licking away at a stray tear trailing down your cheek. “y-yes jean love you so so much, n i’m gonna miss—ha! m-miss you even more,” you sniffled wrapping your smaller hand around his wrist. “j-jean m’gonna cum m-might be messy m’sorry,”you whimpered the squelching of your pussy becoming louder by the minute. “it’s okay baby i want it to be messy, go ahead and make a mess on daddies fingers make him proud,” his sweet tone had you squirting all over his fingers indeed making a mess all over his seat but he didn’t care ofc. jean sighed contently licking your dripping release off his fingers, “good job baby you always are so good for me.”

armin arlert * ੈ✩‧˚

armin is a service dom through and through. he was already an attentive boyfriend and it increased tenfold once you let him indulge you. ofc he loves to feel your tight little pussy around his dick but eating your pussy from the back while you sucked him off could never be topped. “s-shit min slow down i can’t concentrate,” you huffed trying your absolute hardest to concentrate on the pretty dick in front of you. armin grunted slowing down his kitten licks on your clit to which you were very thankful for. you wrapped your lips around his leaky tip humming in satisfaction as the salty, sweet taste of him. not even three minutes later he picked up the pace again while also adding two fingers inside your sopping pussy. armin bit his lip harshly his dick twitching at the sight of your pussy practically sucking his fingers back in every time he slightly pulled them out. “your pussy is so pretty y/n can’t believe it’s all mine. all. fucking. mine.” he punctuated the last three words with quick slaps to your ass, giggling when he felt you whimper around his dick. he curled his fingers just a tad the tips of them bumping against that spongy spot that had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling. you pulled off his dick with a lewd pop trying to stop the trembling in your thighs, “yes armin right there that feels so good shit.” armin smirked adding a third finger, “yeah baby? right there? did i find your special spot?” you weakly nodded now lazily pumping his dick with one hand while the other toyed with his balls. “uh huh don’t stop please,” you sniffled now practically fucking yourself on his slender fingers. armin could tell you were close by the way your pussy was beginning to drool over his fingers and your moans were becoming nighter, he was now more than determined to bring you to your peak. “o-oh my—fuckkkk,” you whined a small fountain of your cum beginning to soak armin’s chest. he took the opportunity to sit you completely on his face drinking up everything you had to offer him, not even caring that he had little to no room to breathe. you took a couple deep breaths before realizing armin was still underneath you—not that he was making any attempt to move you. “min you okay?” you asked turning yourself around so you were now sitting on his stomach. armin looked dazed but also extremely content the entire lower half of his face and neck glistening, “i’m just perfect baby thank you.”

reiner braun * ੈ✩‧˚

“oh r-reiner just like that s-shit,” you cried burying your face in the sheets beneath you. reiner bit his lip harshly trying incredibly hard not to bust at the sight of your greedy little pussy swallowing his dick. he set one knee up on the bed before wrapping his arm around your neck pressing your body impossibly close to his chest. “you feel so good baby, such a good little pussy you got and so wet too were you this wet all day,” he purred in your ear licking a bead of sweat that was trailing down your neck. you wrapped your hands around his bulging bicep trying to find any strength you had to make a sentence. “y-yes i needed you so bad! i-i tried my fingers—shit but they didn’t do anything,” reiner could cry right now honestly you looked so damn adorable babbling about how he was the only person that could bring you to climax. “it’s okay baby it’s okay i’m here. daddy’s gonna making everything better just let yourself go,” he cooed in your ear bringing his free hand down to your swollen clit rubbing sloppy figure eights. “y-yes fuck please go harder pleaseeee,” you dug your fingernails into his bicep nearly breaking the skin but reiner couldn’t even feel it too engulfed in the feeling of you and your scent. reiner didn’t need to be told twice. he flipped you on your back and pushed your knees to your chest, shoving his entire dick in you with one swift thrust. “k-kiss me please,” you whined giving reiner your best doe eyes. “shit c’mere,” reiner bent down smashing his lips against yours, biting down harshly on your bottom lip. he brought his hands to your face brushing his thumbs over the chubbiness of your cheeks, “such a pretty girl, wish we could stay like this forever.” you kissed his thumb gently before sucking on the tip, “we can stay like this forever just stop going to work.” the adorable pout on your face had reiner’s balls tightening, his brutal pace stuttering just a tad. “well,” he sighed spreading your legs open his fingers immediately finding your clit, “if i didn’t work who would support your little spending habits huh? you need my money, you need me baby.” you nodded your head dumbly, the coil in your stomach about to burst from his brutal thrusts. “y-yes i need you daddy i don’t—i don’t know what id do without you p-please make me cum please daddy,” you babbled not even caring how alarmingly loud you were being. “ngh fuck,” reiner growled pulling his dick out to tap it against your clit until you came, coating his pelvis in your essence. reiner trailed his eyes down your convulsing body, his dick jumping at the sound of your tiny whimpers. your back slightly arched off the bed when you felt reiner slip his dick between your soaked folds, “i hope you don’t think we’re done yet pretty girl i haven’t even came yet and i have so much to give you.”

levi ackerman * ੈ✩‧˚

“you look so pretty like this y/n,” levi smiled turning up the pressure to the pretty pink wand he caught you with not too long ago. “i-it’d be better if i could touch you,” you sniffled tugging gently at the silk ties that bound your wrists. levi was a very patient man when it came to you. he could tolerate your whining sometimes and your neediness but he absolutely hated when you deliberately disobeyed him. his request was simple; “don’t touch yourself while i’m gone” and it would’ve been easy if he hadn’t teased you like the mean man he was before he left for work he was the only one to blame! but unfortunately your boyfriend didn’t see it that way which is how you ended up tied to the bed spread eagle while levi tortured you by removing the vibrator every time he saw you were close to cumming. he brought his hand to your plump lips, shoving his thumb in your mouth, “now you know i can’t let you touch me baby not when you’ve misbehaved. levi pressed the want harder against your clit relishing in your pathetic moans and pleas for him to let you cum. “levi— i-i mean, sir please let me cum i-it hurts,” you whined, balling your hands up into fists when you felt him remove the wand once more. levi pondered for a moment belfre giving you a smirk resting the wand on your twitching thigh. “tell you what, i’ll let you cum but i’m warning you once i start i won’t stop ‘kay baby?” he smiled gliding the wand over your slicked folds. you were nodding before he even finished, bucking your hips up against the wand, “yes yes that’s fine just please do something please sir i can’t hold it much longer” tears were now flowing down your cheeks making levi’s dick twitch uncomfortably in his dress pants. “as you wish angel just relax for sir okay?” he smiled pressing the want against your clit once more meanwhile he used his free hand to tweak at your nipples. it didn’t take long for you to cum, your slick soaking your thighs and the sheets below you. “levi wait- ngh,” you were cut off by levi giving your thigh a harsh slap, his glare making chills run down your spine. “what did you call me?” he tsked turning up the setting to the vibrator. “m’sorry! i-i mean sir i’m sorry, can you please turn it down m’sensitive” you whined attempting but failing poorly to shut you legs. levi chuckled giving your nipple a rough pinch before bringing his hand down to your pussy shoving his middle and ring finger in your tight entrance, “silly girl did you not hear our deal?” your breath hitched as you felt your second orgasm approaching it was damn near impossible to comprehend a thought. “ohhh my— levi!” you squealed your eyes rolling back as you came a lot harder this time, making a nice little stain on levi’s pants that he’ll have to deal with later. levi groaned removing the vibrator from your swollen clit, he unbuckled his pants yanking them to his ankles. when your eyes fluttered open you were met with grey eyes piercing into yours, “let me tell you what our deal was since your pretty little head can’t think right now,” he chuckled tapping his tip against your clit. “we’re not gonna stop till i’m done and i won’t be done until your little pussy can’t hold my cum anymore ‘kay baby?”

[muns0nslov3r]

how the fruity four would eat you out<3

( just a random blog bc im wanting to get my mind off of something.)

stevie

steve is the king at eating pussy.

he’s so messy with it! spitting on your pussy, just imagine how messy he would get if you squirted all over his face😻

he knows how to work everything, where the clit is, where the g-spot is, he knows it all.

he will love to watch your face as you cum, or when your to drunk off his tongue just watching how your face scrunches up with pleasure when your getting close.

he’ll def mock you a bit

”yeah baby?” “ i know let it all out” “ oh yeah? good girl”

he knows how to make you fall apart just from some simple words.

praises the hell out of you!!

“ you’re doing such a good job baby” “ that’s it, good job honey.” “ your taking it so fucking well “ “ my good girl”

god, he’s so perfect and beautiful. watching his fingers disappear in your cunt.

he loves when you tug on his hair pushing him deeper and deeper into your pussy.

honestly you get jealous bout how good he is, sense he’s done it with a lot of chicks.

eddie

he’s not really experienced with eating anyone out.

but still does that man know how to fucking use his tongue.

i feel like he would be a mixture of degrading and praising.

he just can’t help but call you a good girl and tell you how well your taking his fingers and tongue, but also telling you how much of a slut you are.

he’s picked up on slapping your pussy/clit?

he’ll be licking your entrance then moving his fingers away from your clit which he was rubbing on, and just slaps your pussy gently.

watching you yelp out, and jump at the soft impact, it’s soft but surprising.

he loves to suck on your clit like a piece of hard candy 😻

if he’s upset? he’s in between your thighs, if your upset? he’ll be between your thighs ( only with your consent tho), had a long tiring day? he’s between your thighs listening to you complain about your boss, or with school.

loves watching your face.

he also loves to gently bite your pussy lips🤭

he loves making you squirt, once you’ve done it he’s making you drink more water. he loves adding more stains onto his bed bc of it.

robin

she’s never ate anyone out, not a single person in hawkins.

she’s shy at first, but if you tell her what you like, and what feels best, she feel better about it<3

loves to just lick and lick and lick at your clit.

she will sometimes feel bad if she accidentally overstimulates your pussy.

” oh baby i’m so sorry” “ i know it was on accident baby” “ poor baby i’m sorry i know she’s sensitive”

loves to give your clit a little kiss.

when she first started giving your clit a kiss before eating you out, you didn’t think anything of it.

but now you find it so fucking sexy and adorable at the same time.

this women. fucking. WORSHIPS. and i mean it, WORSHIPS YOUR PUSSY. ( and you ofc💋)

she’s always holding your hand when she eats you out. feeling you softly squeeze her hand when your close.

she loves to praise you, just imagine her calling you a good girl with her fucking sexy raspy voice AAAAA-

when she’s able to get you to squirt she’s speechless. she’s just staring at you in shock, cause she wasn’t expecting you to squirt. and it’s just the cutest thing ever

nancy

she’s shy like robin but hell does she know how to eat pussy good.

she loves to praise you and just degrade you at the same time

” god you’re such a messy girl for mommy, yeah?” “ my messy slut” “ you’re such a good girl for mommy!” “ yeah? you want mommy to keep tongue fucking your hole baby? yeah?”

god she has a def mommy kink.

she loves hearing you whimper and moan mommy while she’s just licking and sucking your clit like candy.

she loves to overstim you, just watching how tears fall down your cheeks gripping her hair as she’s eating you out into daylight comes.

loves teasing you by doing little kitten licks on your pussy lips leaving you begging for her tongue.

she could eat you out forever, even though her jaw would start to hurt she would never ever stop.

she loves watching you squirt, rubbing your clit watching little dribbles of squirt leave your pussy watching you twitch and tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

god i want them all to fuck me😻🧎🏻

[fullstcp]

"Manic" by Halsey Sentence Starters

ASHLEY

"I can't remember why the decision wasn't mine."

"It seems I'm only clinging to an idea now."

"Took my heart and sold it out to a vision that I wrote myself."

"Someday, when I burst into flames, I'll leave you the dust."

"I told you I'd spill my guts."

"Seems like now it's impossible to work this out."

"I'm so committed to an old ghost town."

"Is it really that strange if I always wanna change?"

"If only the time and space between us wasn't lonely."

"I'd disintegrate into a thousand pieces."

"Think I'm making a mistake."

"But if I decide to break, who will fill the empty space?"

"I told you I'd ride this out."

"It's getting harder every day."

"Somehow, I'm bursting out of my self."

CLEMENTINE

"In my world, the people on the street don't know my name."

"In my world, I'm seven feet tall."

"In my world, I'm constantly having a breakthrough. Or a breakdown. Or a blackout."

"Would you make out with me underneath the shelter of the balcony?"

"I don't need anyone."

"I just need everyone and then some."

"Wish I could see what it's like to be the blood in my veins."

"Can you feel it too when I am touching you?"

"Left my shoes in the street so you'd carry me."

"Would you make out with me on the floor of the mezzanine?"

"I left my daydreams at the gate because I just can't take them too."

"Know my heart still has a suitcase, but I still can't take it through."

GRAVEYARD

"It's crazy when the thing you love the most is the detriment."

"Let that sink in."

"The hand you wanna hold is a weapon and you're nothing but skin."

"I keep digging myself down deeper."

"I won't stop 'til I get where you are."

"They say I may be making a mistake."

"I would've followed all the way, no matter how far."

"I would've followed all the way to the graveyard."

"You push right through me."

"It's funny how the warning signs can feel like they're butterflies."

YOU SHOULD BE SAD

"I gotta get it off my chest."

"Got no anger, got no malice. Just a little bit of regret."

"Know nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say."

"You're not half the man/woman you think that you are."

"I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you."

"You can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you."

"I feel so sorry, I feel so sad."

"I tried to help you, it just made you mad."

"I had no warning about who you are."

"I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down, and then ran so fucking far."

"I really meant well from the start."

"Take a broken man/woman right in my hands and then put back all his/her parts."

"You can't fill the hole inside of you with money, girls, and cars."

"You should be sad."

FOREVER ... (IS A LONG TIME)

"I spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic."

"I cursed the ground for growing green."

"I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic."

"I cursed my tongue for being mean."

"You cut me open, sucked the poison from an aging wound."

"Who'd reach out and grab the moon if I should ask or just imply that I wanted a bit more light?"

"I could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it."

"What am I thinking?"

"What does this mean?"

"How could somebody ever love me?"

DOMINIC'S INTERLUDE

"Your eyes are fragile and timeless, it's beautiful."

"There's power in the words you whisper."

"Your eyes are open when you kiss him/her."

"You can take a chance, come take my hand."

I HATE EVERYBODY

"I'm my own biggest enemy."

"All my empathy's a disaster."

"I don't know what they all think of me."

"I don't even remember anything but thinking you're the one."

"I can force a future like it's nothing."

"I'll just hate everybody."

"Why can't I go home without somebody?"

"I could fall in love with anybody who don't want me."

"I just keep saying I hate everybody, but maybe I don't."

"I know I've got a tendency to exaggerate what I'm seeing."

"I know that it's unfair of me to make a memory out of a feeling."

"I notice every single thing that's ever happening in a moment."

"Infatuation's observation with a cause."

"But none of it is love."

"If I could make you love me, maybe you could make me love me."

"If I can't make you love me, then I'll just hate everybody."

3AM

"Think I took it way too far."

"My insecurities are hurting me."

"Someone please come and flirt me."

"I really need a mirror that'll come along and tell me that I'm fine."

"I do it every time."

"I keep on hanging on the line, ignoring every warning sign."

"Come on and make me feel alright again."

"I'm calling everybody that I know."

"I need it digital cause, baby, when it's physical I end up alone."

"I know it's complicated."

"Know that my identity's always getting the best of me."

"I'm the worst of my enemies."

"I don't really know what to do with me."

"Will you please pick up the fucking phone?"

WITHOUT ME

"Found you when your heart was broke."

"I filled your cup until it overflowed."

"Took it so far to keep you close."

"I was afraid to leave you on your own."

"I said I'd catch you if you fall."

"If they laugh, then fuck 'em all."

"Tell me, how's it feel sitting up there?"

"You know I'm the one who put you up there."

"Gave love about a hundred tries."

"Just running from the demons in your mind."

"I didn't notice cause my love was blind."

"You don't have to say just what you did."

"I already know."

"I had to go and find out from them."

"So tell me, how's it feel?"

FINALLY // BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

"You've got hips like Jagger and two left feet."

"I wonder if you'd like to meet."

"Your voice is velvet through a telephone."

"I've never seen a mouth that I would kill to kiss."

"I'm terrified, but I can't resist."

"Beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong."

"I think it's finally safe for me to fall."

"I've never recognized a purer face."

"You stopped me in my tracks and put me right in my place."

"Used to think that loving meant a painful chase."

"You're right here now and I think you'll stay."

ALANIS' INTERLUDE

"I can't change my appetite."

"It doesn't matter to me."

"I have never felt the difference."

"I think I'll probably die before I have you."

"I live for loving impolite."

KILLING BOYS

"Told me pick my battles and be picking 'em wise. But I wanna pick 'em all and I don't wanna decide."

"Tell me, have you ever keyed a Ferrari before?"

"I won't ever feel this way again."

"Cause you don't need me anymore."

"I won't ever try again."

"All I want in return is revenge."

"So where do you go?"

"I don't wanna Uma Thurman your ass."

"I don't need you anymore."

SUGA'S INTERLUDE

"I've been trying all my life to separate the time between the having it all and giving it up."

"I wonder what's in store if I don't love it anymore."

MORE

"Wanna scream, but what's the use?"

"Feeling so incomplete."

"Wonder will we ever meet?"

"Would you know it right away, how hard I tried to see your face?"

"I still believe it won't be like before."

"When you decide it's your time to arrive, I've loved you for all of my life."

STILL LEARNING

"I should be living the dream."

"I got a paranoia in me."

"I know that I've done some wrong, but I'm tryna make it right."

"Get me out right now."

"And know that I love you."

"I'm still learning to love myself."

"No one wants to really commit."

929

"Can't remember half the time that I've been alive."

"They say don't meet your heroes, they're all fucking weirdos."

"God knows that they were right."

"Because nobody loves you, they just try to fuck you."

"Who do you call when it's late at night?"

"I wasn't in love then, and I'm still not now. And I'm so happy I figured that out."

"I've got a long way to go until self-preservation."

"I think my moral compass is on a vacation."

"I'm still looking for my salvation."

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Alright ladies! Here goes nothing. Enjoy!

The Foo Fighters are finishing up their set at this amazing music festival. The Deftones are up next. My two favorite bands are playing back to back. I didn't know that specific detail when I decided to fly across the country to be here. I just got a bonus at work and a wild hair. I recruited a couple of my friends and now we are all dancing and drinking in a fun group. I've never been out west. What a time to be alive.

There's something else I would have never expected to happen EVER. I hear somebody laugh loudly in the group closest to us and I look in their direction. My hand shoots out to my friend Elise's arm and I grasp her shirt. Her head quickly turns as I say quietly "is that Evan Peters or am I already that fucked up?"

"Holy shit, girl. It's your lucky night" she knows how much I just love him.

"Yea fucking right" I snort. I almost piss myself when he suddenly turns his face and our eyes meet. He smiles and his dimples almost kill me. He nods his head and waves. Ohshitohshitohshit. I somehow remember how to smile and return his wave.

I feel a hand shove my arm and I almost fall over. Elise is staring at me "Girl. Go. Get him a drink or something. Now!" I will forever be grateful to her.

I tell her she's a genius and I go get in line to get two beers. It takes two lifetimes. He's, God willing, still standing there as I come back. I walk up behind him. "You look like you need a beer" I say.

He spins around and I swear he looks me up and down. I flush. "Hey there. Thanks!" he says and takes the beer from me. "Cheers?" I say of course and cheers him then we take a sip.

I bet you're thinking we started shoving our tongues in each other's mouth and sucked off our faces. Well, eventually we did. But, before that we discussed everything from our childhood to if he likes the Deftones that have now started their set. I tell him they are my favorite band.

"They're ok. I like some hard stuff, but not all the time"

"What brought you to a rock fest? I ask.

"It's my friend's birthday weekend. Just something different to do. He likes this music. Sure you don't want me to introduce you to him? He's single!"

I laugh "No, I think I'll stay right here for now." He chuckles. Then he gives me an approving nod.

We grow increasingly more intoxicated, as we take turns fetching the beer, and I get braver. I'm very shy and extremely quiet when I drink. I've never been wild. But, how often can you say you met someone like Evan? We start talking about something that he has to pull out his phone to show me. And it's when I lean close to him to look, that the first kiss happens. Our faces meet and it's not for certain who leans into whom. But it happens. Then it happens again. Soon our fingers are either interlaced or we are somehow touching each other.

It's when the Deftones start playing Sextape that the vibe really kicks in for me. Things get more intense. I subtly brush my hand across his erection, but we are so close together you could have blinked and missed it. He looks at me and smirks.

"Do you want to take a walk with me?" I ask

He nods his head yes.

---

I take Evan's hand and we start walking into the woods away from the festival. We are both so intoxicated we can barely walk in a straight line and we keep bumping into each other. Each time our arms brush, it sends a little electric shock through my body. I suddenly get the giggles about it. He smiles and asks what's so funny.

"I'm just having drunken thoughts is all" I answer.

He smiles at that and steps towards me. He grabs my face and kisses me. I place my hands on his muscular arms and can't help but give them little squeezes. He pulls away and chuckles.

"You want a ticket to my gun show" he smirks and flexes. That sends him into a fit of adorable high pitched laughter. He stops and looks at me as intently as he can. "I'm having some drunken thoughts too." He sways a bit.

"What are you thinking?" I say coyly

"I had an ima- imagine" he stops talking and tries to right his thoughts. Third time is a charm. "..an image of me and you against that tree"

He's pointing a long finger behind me. I'm just staring at his beautiful face. The breeze is blowing his hair across his forehead. I don't know this man at all, but I get a sudden pang in my heart. Like under other circumstances, I feel like I would just want to protect him. Hold him when he's vulnerable and make sure he feels safe.

Suddenly, his face is coming at mine. When his lips land, he's a little off. It's ok though, he can kiss me anywhere. I get a quick little shiver and he pulls away. "Are you cold?" He asks as he touches the button up shirt slung over his broad shoulders.

Softly I say "You can warm me up" and put my hand out to him. He nods his head in understanding. His eyes are clear for a second or two. I have a feeling we are about to have so much adrenaline running through us that we're going to sober up soon here.

He takes my hand and puts it around his neck and he starts walking me backwards. Well, stumbling backwards. We manage to make it the distance to the tree and not fall. What I don't expect is how he makes sure my back finds the tree with such gentleness. He kisses my neck. I'm running my hands across his back. He places his hands on my hips and he gets down on his knees. It surprises me yet again, when he lifts up my skirt and pulls my panties down. I step out and they get tossed. I have a brief drunken fear that they will blow away with this wind, then I don't care.

He bunches my skirt in his hands and he leans into my pussy. He drapes one leg over his shoulder and dives in. He's too drunk to intentionally tease me, but when I just feel his hot breath, I let out a tiny sigh. His tongue finds my folds and pushes against my clit. I gasp. Permission granted. The vibe around us suddenly intensifies. He's eating me out like he's devouring a death row dinner. My face is contorted in raw pleasure. My head is propped against the tree trunk. I'm gasping and moaning and my hands are in his hair. Pulling it when he starts sucking on my clit like the top of an ice cream cone. I can hear the slurping and it's such a fucking turn on. I'm not lasting like this for very long. "Oooo, it feels so good. I'm almost fucking there, baby" I moan out. A breeze comes through and kisses my skin. It sends another shiver through me. Evan takes this opportunity and slides his long middle finger inside of me. Slowly. The pad of his thumb finds my clit and he combines gentle pressure and soft tongue. Circles of pleasure.

"Oh fuck!" My screams build. Gasping turns into moans, moans turn into screams that get carried through the woods with the wind. When he thinks I'm through it enough, he stops for a beat and then he starts rubbing again. I let him. 15 seconds later, I'm screaming again, louder than before. "One more..you taste so good" he begs. I almost protest, but he does what he did the first time and uses his hand and mouth. I don't have time to try to stop him because I'm screaming again.

He stands up on shaky legs and leaves me gasping for breath and propped up against a tree. Sweaty, but the breeze feels so good.

"Goddamn you look so fucking beautiful in the moonlight" he urgently reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a condom. He cusses cause he can't get it open. "Let me help you" I say as he walks towards me. My hands are shaky, but I'm able to get the foil packet ripped open. In the meantime his pants have been dropped to his ankles. He speaks. "I can't help myself." He practically growls the words out. "It's ok, honey. I feel the same" The movement is quite sudden and effortless. My legs are wrapped around his waist and he just plunges into me. I gasp and he cries out so loudly, I worry it can be heard over the music. I quickly don't give a fuck if the whole world heard that beautiful cry. He starts thrusting hard. It feels so good, but as we go along I start to notice the bark is jabbing into my back. When I stop making noises he asks me if I'm ok. "The tree* is all I can muster.

He pulls out and lets my legs down and then spins me around and swiftly enters me from behind. "Oh shit!" He yells. His hands are gripping my hips and he is slamming himself into me. I can feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. "Oh God, I miss this position" I moan out. He takes that into consideration and starts thrusting harder.

"Oh babygirl, I'm so sorry" he suddenly whimpers. I look over my shoulder and whisper "Come on baby. Cum for me." One hand leaves my waist and slaps on the tree above my head. It's not just there to brace him. He is squeezing the shit out of that tree. I see white knuckles a split second before I hear what I can only describe as a roaring. I've never quite heard the sounds of a man cuming as hard as Evan is releasing into me right now. I tuck the sound inside a tiny pocket in my brain so I can listen to it whenever I want to. He finishes and his legs are shaky. I put my arm behind me onto him to steady him.

"Fuck, you got me so hot. I wanted to give you another orgasm" he sounds remorseful.

Gasping, I say "No need to be sorry, my God. I feel so satisfied"

We take a minute to catch our breath and Evan takes the condom off and giggles "what the fuck do I do with this"

I laugh. He ties it off and holds it. We'll find a garbage can somewhere. I help him pull his pants up and fasten them. He starts looking and walking around and I realize he is looking for my panties. "Got em!" I hear him yell. I laugh out loud and thank him as he hands them to me. He smiles adorably.

"What do we do now?" He asks softly.

"Well, we could listen for a little longer I guess. I say with a smile.

I can't tell what the look on his face is. Sad? Indifferent? Closure?

"You gonna be ok?" I ask him. Tilting my head.

He nods his head yes.

"Maybe we should each go back to our friends. It might make it weird if we just hang out. Rip the band-aid off" I say a bit sadly. "I had a great night with you. I won't ever forget it. You're very kind. Please hold onto that" I say as I touch his chest one last time. I press my hand against his heart and his moves to cover mine. I get on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. I slip my hand out from under his. His eyes slowly flutter closed.

He doesn't open them as I walk away.

adding to my reading list ✔️

[amatorysacrivn]

What kind of yandere is everyone?

AAAHHHU okay okay!! some of these are less yandere and more so obsessed and toxic lovers but yk

tiffany is an emotional, guilt tripping girl. she will get you isolated with her emotions. she’ll play her victim card just to get you to stay with her. she trusts you with her whole life! how dare you try to be around anyone else when she’s so vulnerable with you? i’d say she’s a manipulative yan.

“no, please! i don’t feel well, i need you to care for me. you can collect the others’ product later! just please stay with me! i’m sick!”

rosaline is a verbally abusive yet so caring kind of girl . she will tear you down so you don’t think anyone but her would love you. even if anyone tries to get at you, she’ll send her henchmen to abduct and mutilate them. i’d categorize her as a sadistic yan.

“why do you bother making conversation with them, sugar cube? you know they don’t like you. they never will like you. they don’t want you like i do. must i blacken your other eye?”

vesperia is just… sick. she wants to kill you. she wants to turn you into a corpse. she wants to keep you in her morgue forever and ever and ever and ever and— i’d call her an obsessive yan.

“can… can you promise me you’ll come here when you die? please?”

elita is the kind of person that will stick to your side like a piece of melted chewing gum. it adores your company and wants to be your bestest friend in the world! besides, what if you inhale the product? what if you get high and it needs to care for you? it totally didn’t drug you to keep you around. clingy yan.

“there’s my sweet larva! i was getting worried about you. i got you a lil drink while you were gone! here drink it! …drink it. i said take the fucking drink.”

cy is similar to tiffany in the sense of guilt tripping, but she’s much nicer! she’ll baby you, coddle you, make you feel special, but the moment you try to stray from her grasp she starts the waterworks. also a manipulative yan.

“oh buttercup, i’m glad you called me back. i missed you so much! i brought your favourite snacks and movies and— ..what do you mean you didn’t want to do that today? but i came all this way to keep you company! surely you’ll let me hold you while we watch lalaland again :(“

aziel is the kind of guy who will act like you are already his partner! he believes you are already in love with him but haven’t asked for a label yet for some odd reason. that’s okay! no matter how much you push him away, he’ll always find a way back. he’s a delusional yan.

“oh my lemon bar~! can i get a kiss? please? it’ll help me with work! come on, just one? alright i’ll stop, i love you! …say it back. you know you love me. say it back.”

leviathan and lazaria are a package deal of psychos. (no they do not date they just share) they will helicopter and tease the sweet thing but at the end of the day that’s their sweet thing. nobody else gets to touch them lest they be brutally murdered by the two of them. leviathan is a masochist yan tho while lazaria is a sadist yan.

“my poison, you’re so adorable. you should carve your initials into my back so everyone knows i’m yours. come on, it would be fun!”

“i wanna make you bite the curb and suck your broken teeth out of your gums. you’re so cute!!”

konstantin is hostile and mean. he hates you, but he can’t get enough of you. he wants to put you in a glass enclosure like he does the insects he collects but he also wants to leave you dead on the operating table. he’s a mixed messages yan.

“your presence is excruciating. make yourself useful and hand me the scalpel. thank you. i love you. …i never said that. you’re hearing things. shut the fuck up.”

casanova is a show off. he wants you to be impressed by him. he’s kind to you, flirts with you, and will court you even if you’re already dating. but god forbid you reject him. he will indulge himself in you but as soon as you say no he becomes hostile and won’t let up. he will get you to say i love you back. self indulgent yan.

“mi vida! mi vida, i harvested an entire group of friends in two hours! isn’t that impressive? i’m so cool, aren’t i? i love you so much i couldn’t do this without you! mwah!!”

kastiel is infatuated with you. he has been for too long and he always will be. he’s so in love with you and worships the littlest of actions you do. you’re just so,, perfect. too good for him. are you real? are you just another cryptid waiting to take his skin? he’ll let you! he’s an obsessive yan.

“oh my god, my everything, my life my love! you looked so perfect back there. please, please crawl into my body. snuggle yourself into my rib cage, kiss me through my throat. lorelei doesn’t treat me this good…”

[subliminalbo]

Dirty Work: As Deep as You Can Go

Fuck this is bad, oh god, shit, fuck.

Okay, I know what you're thinking. Hot girl walks into an interview with the head of the Department of Psychology and immediately gets hypnotized. Total Romero cliche, I know. Fuck. This sucks.

What am I even doing here? I'm not qualified for a public relations internship! I should have known this was a setup. I should have run the second I saw I was interviewing with Dr. Fielding instead of some cat mom lady in administration. Is this job even in public relations? I hate it here.

"Can you hear me, Andrea?"

"Yes, Dr. Fielding."

Oooh fuck this feels weird. Was that my voice? How did she make me say that? How is she doing this?

Alright, calm down. Let's piece it together. Fuck. It literally just happened. Why can't I remember?

Okay. The interview was going fine, I remember that. I nailed it, even. Huge win after the CVS debacle. The interview was going fine and then...then what? Dr. Fielding says,

"This feels like a good fit, Andrea. But I do have one more line of questions for you."

And I say...what did I say?

"Hit me, doc."

"For these questions, Andrea, I need you to go deeper."

Ohhhh fuuck! That was it, wasn't it? Some kind of trigger. It didn't take me immediately, but it did something. My shoulders straightened and I started listening. I turned off my smart ass charm and just let her inside my goddamn head.

How did she say it next?

"Just focus on me now, Andrea. Breathe. Breathe and listen."

And I repeated it like her fucking parrot. I couldn't stop focusing. I couldn't stop listening.

"Breathe and listen."

"I want you to think of the deepest place you've ever been to, Andrea. That place you go to when you need to shut out the rest of the world. I want you to think about that place, and then I want you to go even deeper."

"Deeper."

How did the trigger even work on me? Must have been something she planted. Must have been working me the entire interview. Could have been anything. That way she spoke, that way she tapped on her keyboard, that way she kept repeating my name.

It's all so suspect now. It couldn't have just been one thing. It was everything.

All about this. All about getting me here. Trapped down here as deep as my mind goes. Leaving me open, mindless, obedient

"Compliant, pliable, agreeable. Can you be all of that for me, Andrea?"

"Yes...

Dr. Fielding.

"Now I want you to come back to me, Andrea. I want you to climb out of that place so deep, deeper than you've ever gone, deeper than you knew even existed. But first I want you to find every part of you that still resists this, every part of you that doubts the power that I hold over you. I want to find that part of yourself, Andrea, and I want you to leave it down there, forever. So deep down there that you'll never find it again."

Doesn't feel so bad...down here forever...down here so deep where I never have to worry, or question, or think. Never have to think ever again. Never. Forever.

The world seemed to blink with Andrea's eyes. One moment she was answering Dr. Fielding's questions, and the next she was standing, shaking the professor's hand. She didn't know why she was smiling. She didn't know what had just happened. She asked the first, stupid question that came to her mind.

"So...I got the job?"

"Yes," Dr. Fielding smiled back. She stepped around the desk, placing her hand on Andrea's back, and she began to walk her toward the door. "Of course it's only part time. You'll work on a contingent basis. As needed."

"How often is that?" Andrea blinked again. She felt like she had a hangover.

"Oh, it's hard to say. Campus incidents seem to be more frequent these days, hence the need for your position. Of course Dean Pierce and I are relying on your discretion while you're employed with his office. Everything you do will be strictly confidential. I'm assuming you're comfortable with payment under the table."

"Sure," Andrea said slowly, still catching up to the conversation. She wanted the extra cash, but it was hard to imagine there wasn't some communications major who was more qualified for the job.

As Andrea stepped through the door into the hallway, Dr. Fielding snatched her by the wrist. Andrea yelped in surprise. Her skin was soft, but her touch was numbing like a snake bite. Why did she suddenly feel like putty in this woman's hands?

"Andrea," Dr. Fielding called out.

"Yes, Dr. Fielding," Andrea said without a thought.

"The money is only a perk. Never forget the real reason you're here."

There was no hesitation this time.

"I have no choice," Andrea's words came out slow, deliberate, a truth from the absolute bottom. As low as she could go. "I am a loyal student of Carpenter State University. I proudly serve Dean Pierce. I must protect the legacy of this great institution."

I must obey.

[onboardsorasora]

Danni!!! Okay of course first I am here to give you these 💐💐💐 because you deserve them for every single fic you write and especially for Reclamation!!! 🫶🏼 I was wondering if you could give a little peek into what happens after the ending! Not a full blown 10k work or anything but just some thoughts like…what is the wedding like? Where do they live after? Do they eventually have kids? Do sewis have kids? Anything else you wanna add! 🫶🏼

Oh Isabel thank you for thisssss!!!!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 I had so much fun thinking of these! I could go on forever lmao. Here are some post Reclamation headcanons, I'll put them after the cut😅😅 I still can't believe its over🥹🥹🥹🥹

They get married at the Verstappen estate. Daniel wanted to elope so they didn't have to plan anything but Sophie insisted and called up Grace and they pulled rank. They have a garden party in the sprawling grounds. It's very classy. Isabella, Isaac, Luka and Lio are stinkin’ cute. 

Max and Daniel go off to fuck twice. The first time was handys after their first look (Charles reminded them that they’d have blowjob lips in all their pictures otherwise. Max thought that was a good idea, Jules vetoed). The second time they go to fuck is during the reception after the first dance because Daniel whispered in Max’s ear that he was wearing a special (and pretty) plug.

Daniel changes outfits three times because of course he would. His final late night reception party shirt was actually a tasteful pattern this time but if you looked closely (and only 3 people did) you’d see that the outline design was actually cocks with a ring on them 😊.

Carlos is there as a friend and Charles' date. They finally got together. Pierre is there with a new girlfriend. A different girl from the yacht party who was also a different girl from the engagement party. She's only in one group picture because no one trusts that she'll last longer than a few more weeks.

They live in the penthouse for a bit then they buy a house in the hills with a view of the city and the ocean. Daniel categorically will not move back into the estate and Max has no problems there. They get one more cat– a compromise because Max wanted a dog (since they now have a yard) and Daniel said no and sucked his dick so he'd stop bringing it up. This happens twice before Max actually does stop bringing it up because he doesn’t want to get pavloved into getting hard when thinking about dogs 🫣

They do have a daughter eventually, but like after a good while of just being married and having each other again. They have a lot of time to make up for!

Sewis absolutely has kids. They have three little gremlins! Twin girls and a sweet little boy. The middle daughter is soooo bossy like both her dads. She bosses Blake around and has him wrapped around her finger. She was the only one who didn’t cry when he first met her– she actually went to sleep, and that was during the colic phase so Sewis begged him to come over often since he seemed to be the only one to get her to rest. 

When Jules gets married, Daniel goes all out with the planning. Jules is exasperated as fuck but he lets Daniel have this because he knows his bestie is trying to ‘repay him’. Which they’ve spoken argued about but Daniel needs Jules to know how much he loves and appreciates him forever and ever til the end of time. They ended each wedding planning email with ‘fuck off’ and Jules’ said ‘fuck of please/respectfully/categorically/emphatically’. Daniel cackles each time.

Max and Daniel do not go off to fuck at Jules’ wedding. Not because of respect or anything so silly. But Daniel essentially made himself the wedding planner's assistant so he literally couldn’t step away. Charles laughed at Max’s grumblings. The wedding was gorgeous.

They still go to the cabin as often as possible. Daniel bought more land around it and they built another, bigger cabin so that the entire group plus spouses and all the kiddies can be comfortable. None of Pierre’s girlfriends have been to the cabin.

[blvckqwz]

Murphy's Law

TWs: ANGST, Death, Violence

A/N Hey guys, this chapter will suck lol, sorry in advance. (Also I just finished writing this now at 5 a.m. so again please forgive my mistakes. lol.)

The following morning was colder than usual, Y/N thought as she made her way to the drop ship. She looked for Charlotte for at least an hour but she couldn’t find her anywhere. 

Clarke and Wells were nowhere to be found too. Weird. She finally found Finn walking across the camp with a worried look on his face. They weren’t really friends but he still was Clarke’s friend so maybe he knew where she was. 

“Hey Finn, have you seen Clarke?” She asked as she approached him. 

“Hi Y/N, Clarke’s still sleeping.” He answered nervously. Even weirder. “Oh okay… Where are you going?” She asked as the boy kept looking around. 

“Maybe you should go to sleep too Y/N, I’ll call you when Clarke is up.” He quickly said, not answering her question. 

What the fuck was happening that morning Y/N asked herself as she made her way to a small crowd that was forming at the edge of the forest, just behind the wall. 

“Hey no, you can’t go there.” Finn said, following her. “Why? What’s going on?” She asked as she reached the group of delinquents. “You don’t want to see it, trust me.” He said, garbing her forearm.  “No, I want to see.” She stated as she made her way. 

Her heart stopped as she watched the ground where a corpse was standing in a pool of his own blood. What the hell? She thought as she watched the body with more attention. “I’m sorry Y/N, the grounders got him tonight.” Finn said, eyeing the girl carefully, afraid that she might snap at him. Instead she just shot him a confused look. Why was he sorry? She didn’t know the guy, she thought as she watched the limp body.

“That’s the Chancellor's son.” She heard someone murmur to another delinquent.

No, it couldn’t be, Y/N thought to herself. Wells couldn’t be dead. It didn’t make any sense. She could hear her ears ringing as everyone’s voices got louder, everyone’s eyes on her, waiting for her to snap. She wanted to scream at them to go away but her throat felt suddenly sore as she couldn’t rip her eyes away from Wells’s corpse. 

“Everyone get back to work.” She murmured. She could hear Finn screaming at everyone to go away but she didn’t care, her mind only focussed on Wells.

He was dead. Her best friend since when she could remember was dead. The only person that ever made an effort to understand her was gone forever. Her knees felt weak as she fell down next to her dead best friend. Finn left with the rest of the delinquents, understanding that she wasn’t going to cry until everyone left.

She started to silently sob as she watched Wells’s last expression. He was afraid. He didn’t die peacefully, he died afraid. A loud sob escaped her lips as she closed his eyes. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to die in such a brutal way, she thought as she went back to the camp and grabbed a shovel and made her way towards the small cemetery. 

Her best friend deserved to rest in peace. She started digging the grave as her eyes were still full of tears. It took a while since her hands kept shaking too hard but after an hour Wells’s body was finally buried. He was in peace now, she thought as she sat in front of the grave. Her hands were covered in dirt and her face wasn’t any better. 

Clarke was frantically looking for Y/N since she heard the news. Wells was dead. He was found dead and with his finger cut just past the wall. She could sense tears forming in her eyes as kept searching for the girl. She found Finn instead, and immediately ran to him. “hey since when are you awak-” He started saying but the blonde cut him off, “Where  is Y/N?” She asked worriedly. “Oh, so you know what happened.” He sadly said. “Where is she?” She nervously asked. She knew Y/N and she knew how she handled things. Plus she was friend with Wells so she was probably the only one who could understand her. 

“Oh there she is, near the graveyard.” Finn said to Clarke.

“Thank you.” She replied, leaving before he could say anything else to her.

She wondered if Y/N knew that Wells didn't kill her dad. She probably did since her and Wells were basically best friends. She must be so hurt, she thought as she got closer to the girl, who was writing something on an object that Clarke recognized as her old notebook. She always kept it with her since they were little, she remembered with a bittersweet smile. A lot of things have changed from then.

Y/N could hear footsteps behind her but she didn’t care, her eyes not leaving the small notebook in her hands. She loved to write things on it every time she felt either inspired or needed to talk, especially after she got locked up. It was originally a gift from her parents for her birthday but she kept it all those years, still not full yet. Even if they were richer than the rest of the Ark, Y/N knew how much her parents must have worked for giving her such a pretty diary. The cover was in true leather and it had an elastic closure. 

She loved that object so much, she thought as the footsteps got louder. She closed the diary, allowing the person behind her to start talking. 

“Is this his grave?” Clarke asked from behind the girl. No one really liked Wells so how did they already dig a grave? 

Y/N just nodded before replying “I just finished digging it.” Almost as she could read Clarke’s mind, who felt horrible now. The poor girl had to bury her best friend alone while Clarke was sleeping. She was an awful friend, she thought to herself. “Can I sit here?” She then asked. Y/N scooped over and Clarke sat next to her in complete silence as she studied the girl that was once her best friend. Her eyes were still puffy from crying before and she had dirt on her face, probably due to drying her tears with her hand. She had an expressionless face as she watched the grave but her eyes were full of sadness, Clarke recognized. 

“I’m sorry Y/N, for everything.” She said to the girl, who didn’t answer. Understanding that she wasn’t willing to talk, Clarke just got up with a sigh.

“He loved you, you know that right?” Y/N finally spoke as Clarke was already walking away. “He loved you too Y/N.” She said with a sad smile. “That's not what I mean. He was in love with you. Like true love or some bullshit like that.” She explained as Clarke sat back next to her. 

“H-how do you know?” She asked. 

“Why do you think he let you have him for so long?” Y/N replied, her eyes still fixed on the grave.

“So you knew.” Clarke realized. Of course she did, she thought, they were best friends, “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked then.

“I made him a promise.” Y/N explained.

“He forgave me after everything I’ve done to him.” She said incredulously.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, he was the kindest person I knew.” Y/N replied with a sad smile.

“And you? Do you forgive me?” Clarke asked then. Y/N turned around to study her for a while.

“I can try.�� She said with a small smile, “ but I’m not as nice as Wells, keep that in mind.” She continued with a smirk. “Oh don’t worry, I’m not that nice either.” Clarke replied laughing, “So, are we friends again?” She asked.

“of course Clarke.” Y/N replied with a smile. God she missed having a girlfriend, or a friend in general. They stayed in that graveyard for a while, remembering old memories and just chatting in general.

When Y/N finally got up Clarke quickly came up to her and pulled in a hug. “Sorry, I had to.” She awkwardly said. “No problem.” Y/N replied, holding her closer. Then she finally left, her heart feeling much lighter now.

But of course problems were still there as she entered the wall. And the problem in question always had the same name: Murphy. 

She carefully eyed him barking at random kids to work while Bellamy was behind them, also watching him. She still didn’t trust him obviously, but maybe he wasn’t a threat, at least compared to Murphy, who was completely insane. Her eyes landed then to Charlotte, who was trying to help, and she smiled at the sight of the little girl. She started walking towards her, wanting to check on her. Unfortunately they couldn’t go to the woods again since a grounder killed Wells. At the thought of Wells, Y/N felt her eyes glossy again. How was she going to handle this? She thought with a shaky breath as she approached Charlotte. “Hey, how is it going?” She asked once she finally reached the girl. “Oh hey Y/N.” Charlotte answered, “I’m trying to be useful.” She continued with a small smile. 

“Need some help?” She asked. “No, don't worry, I’m leaving anyway.” She said as she eyed a guy in front of her tripping over his own feets, “I’m a little tired too.” She concluded. 

 “Hey are you okay? What’s your name?” Y/N asked as she helped the boy up. “I’m Cor-” He started saying but a yell interrupted him.

“Connor what the fuck are you doing? Get back to work now.” Murphy yelled at him as he made his way towards them, unknowingly catching Bellamy’s attention as he moved closer. It’s not like he liked Y/N but he didn’t want her and Murphy to fight again, that’s how he explained to himself why he was carefully listening to the argument between the two delinquents. 

“He’s tired, let him rest.” Y/N firmly spoke to Murphy. “He can rest when the wall is built. Maybe you should help us princess, or do you want other people to die like Jaha junior?” He said with a smirk. Bellamy moved closer as a crowd of people started to assist the scene.

“Well maybe you are the one who should help instead of standing there and shouting orders.” She stated as she felt anger growing in her chest.

“It’s okay Connor, have a break. Murphy, get this guy some water. “ Bellamy ordered. 

Y/N felt the adrenaline rush dropping and was just about to turn to Charlotte and telling her to rest when she saw a scene with the corner of her eyes that made her burn in rage again. Murphy was now standing behind Connor and pulling his pants down, starting to pee on him. Y/N felt rage washing over her again as she made her way towards the boy. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” She growled at Murphy who was now dressed up again and smirking. 

“He asked for water.” He said, causing his dumb minions to laugh like crazy. 

“You think that’s funny, idiot?” She asked, trying to calm down. She couldn’t make a scene, she told herself as she turned around, not now that the grounders were getting closer. 

“Maybe.” He answered, “What are you going to do about it huh? Call your little privileged friend? Oh wait you can’t, he’s dead.” He then said, but instantly regretted it when he saw Y/N’s face as she twirled around and hit him in the jaw. Murphy stumbled back with a groan in pain as the crowd ran to assist the fight. “Don’t you fucking dare to talk about him! Got it?” She started screaming as she kept punching him. Her first collided with all her strength on his nose, breaking it with a revolting crush. But it wasn’t enough to stop her, not this time. This time she wanted to see Murphy fucking dying. 

Bellamy started running towards the crowd, already knowing what was happening. He made his way among the crowd who was cheering like crazy but nothing could've prepared him for the scene in front of him. 

Murphy was lying on his back against the ground, his nose bloody and probably broken, bruises on all his face and a split lip. In front of him was standing Y/N, panting and with her hands full of his blood. It happened again. She beated him up again, Bellamy realized with a sigh before hurrying to the girl. 

“Kane, go to the drop ship. Now.” He ordered.

“Yeah you better listen to him Y/N, what would Jaha think if he saw you beating up a limp body again?” He mocked her with a grin. 

That was it, Y/N thought. She was going to let it go and avoid hurting him badly but now he was a dead man. She ran towards him and kicked his face with all her force as he groaned, spitting blood. Then she pulled him up grabbing him by his jacket and punched him again. And again and again, until his face was basically unrecognizable. 

“Y/N! Stop!” Bellamy yelled, grabbing her with both arms to stop her from hurting him anymore. 

“Let me go Blake or I swear to God that I’ll fucking kill you.” She hissed before turning to Murphy who was now basically crying. 

“If you fucking dare to talk about Wells again, I’ll kill you. Got it?” She barked at him. She didn’t wait for him to answer though, outbursting to the dropship after she pushed Bellamy off.

“Everyone get back to work! Show is over!” Bellamy yelled, then he looked at Murphy. 

Blood covered his entire face and he couldn’t even stand up. She really fucked him up, Bellamy thought. Maybe she really was crazy, maybe he should avoid her, he thought.

“Bellamy, what are you waiting for? You have to stop her, she’s a psycho, she tried to kill me again. We have to kill her.” He kept ranting, but Bellamy wasn’t listening to him, his eyes fixed on the girl’s back as she entered the drop ship. She turned around one second, her piercing gaze meeting him and leaving him without his breath. 

Crazy or not, that girl was an unsolved mystery and he was determined to discover her secrets, he thought as he watched her disappearing behind the drop ship enter. 

“You knew what you were doing, Murphy. Don’t annoy her and she won’t annoy you.” he cut short before going back to work.

“Oh my God, what happened?” Clarke asked Y/N as she stormed in the drop ship, her hands and clothes covered in blood. 

“Don’t worry, it’s not mine.” She replied as the blonde started cleaning her up. 

“That’s… good I think.” She answers confused. “Amyway, Octavia said that she found something we have to see.” She continued. “Oh okay.” Y/N replied. It was probably bullshit, she thought as she made her way towards the tent with Clarke next to her. 

Bellamy watched Y/N with worried eyes as they made their way towards the tent. 

“Hey what happened by the way?” Clarke asked her. 

“I’ll explain later, don't worry.” She said, suddenly feeling nervous. If Bellamy was worried then it must be something serious, she thought as she entered the tent, Octavia Bellamy and Jasper already in it. They sat down as Octavia put something on the table in front of them. It was a knife and some… fingers? Wait, were those Wells missing fingers? That means that the knife was what killed him. But it wasn’t a grounder’s knife, Y/N thought. “Me and Jasper found these things outside the wall. The metal of the knife was made from the dropship and the fingers are Wells’s.” Octavia spoke. 

“What does it mean?” Jasper asked. 

“It means we have a killer among us.” Y/N explained, “Who else knows this?” She then asked Octavia. 

“No one else, I brought it straight here.” She replied. “Good, let’s keep it this way. We don’t need people to panic, especially with the grounders after us.” Y/N stated. If the news that an assassin was around them spread, people would quickly understand her secret, she feared.

“Do we know whose knife it is?” Clarke then asked. 

“It doesn’t matter, there is more than one murder here, we need to keep this quiet.” Bellamy said. That made Y/N involuntary tense up, hoping that no one noticed. She knew that the statement wasn’t directed to her but she still felt nervous. He was getting closer to the truth, Y/N thought as she eyed Bellamy for a second. She couldn’t allow that.

“Yes, we do.” Octavia said, “J.M. John Murphy.” She then said.

Of course, Y/N thought, he hated Wells. Anger started burning in her chest again as she closed her fists. She already was mad at him, if she actually confronted him she would’ve killed him. “People have the right to know.” Clarke stated before walking out the tent. Bellamy immediately got up and started following her, Y/N behind him.

“Clarke, be smart about this. Look at what we’ve achieved… the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the Grounders killed Wells is good for us.” He said to her. 

“Blake is right, this will cause pandemonium. We wait and think of an actual punishment.” Y/N added. “How can you say so? Wells was your best friend?” Clarke turned around to look at her. “He won’t get away with this Clarke, I promise you that, but for now no one can know.” She replied.

“People have the right to know.” She stated, before storming off to Murphy.

Oh no, Y/N thought as she followed her.

“You son of a bitch!” Clarke yelled as she pushed Murphy. “What the fu-” He started saying but she cut him off, “Recognize this?” 

“Yeah, that's my knife, where did you find it?” He asked. “Next to Wells's body, after you killed him.” She spat back. Murmurs started spreading among the delinquents. 

“I didn’t kill anyone.” He started defending himself. Y/N felt anger growing in her chest. He was lying.

“You threatened to kill him, you hated him!” She piped in. “Everyone hated him.” He replied. “He tried to kill Jasper too.” Octavia yelled. 

“Just admit it! Admit that you are a killer!” Y/N shot back.  

“This is ridiculous, I don’t have to answer you, I don’t have to answer to anyone.” He shot back. “Coma agin?” Bellamy said, taking a step forward, now standing next to Y/N.

“Bellamy you have to believe me man, I didn’t kill anyone.” He started begging. His eyes shifted, meeting Y/N’s cold ones. “If I wanted to kill someone I’d kill her don’t you think? I’m not a murderer, trust me.” He kept begging.

“But you couldn’t kill me cause you are weak so you decided to take Wells by surprise, knowing that you couldn’t even beat him in a fair fight, didn’t you?” She growled back. “That’s not true Bellamy, you know me and you know her, she’s a psycho, please believe me.” “Is this the kind of society that we want? ” Clarke spoke up from behind them, stepping forward, “In a society with no rules? Where killing each other is okay? Where the guilty don’t go unpunished?” She shouted, glaring at Murphy.

“I say we float him!” A boy shouted. Others began to cheer, agreeing with him, “Float him! Float him! Float him!” They started chanting.

Clarke looked at Y/N for help, but she didn’t meet her gaze, her eyes burning holes in Murphy’s skin. Maybe it was the ager that still didn’t cool off, maybe it was the fact that he tried to kill her and killed her best friend or maybe it was the way her father raised her, but she didn’t feel the tiniest bit of empathy as she watched the delinquents trying to hang him to a tree. Clarke was now screaming at the top of her lungs, begging them to stop but it wasn’t enough. Her eyes meeted Murphys as the crowd kept beating him up. He looked miserable. 

Good, that’s what he fucking deserves, Y/N thought. She didn’t care if thinking it was morally horrible or if it made her an horrible person, she felt fucking happy as she watched that worm finnaly getting what he deserved. 

The crowd started moving towards the fatidic tree and she followed them, joining their sick joy. Maybe she was broken, maybe it was in her DNA, but the execution was the first thing that finally made her content that day. 

They hanged Murphy with a noose and put him on a crate. Y/N made her way among the crowd, reaching the edge to take a better look. 

“Bellamy, you should do it!” The crowd started cheering Bellamy’s name as he slowly walked towards Murphy.

“Bellamy please stop them, you can do it, they listened to you, please, I know you don’t want to kill him.” Clarke begged him crying as she tried to stop him. “This is on you, we told you to keep your mouth shut.” he growled. 

“Please Y/N tell him to stop, I know you. Please don’t let him kill Murphy! I know that if you wanted him dead you would’ve already killed him.” She begged her then, but Y/N just slowly shook her head, “It’s too late now.” she stated, her eyes sickly glowing in revenge as she kept watching Murphy. 

“What about Charlotte, do you want her to see a guy getting killed?” She then said.

That made Y/N come to her senses for a second, looking around for Charlotte. But she couldn’t find her anywhere, so she just hoped she left before this mess began. 

Bellamy finally reached the crate where Murphy was standing and turned around to look at the two girls for the last time before killing him. He locked Y/N’s eyes for a second that felt like an eternity. The approval in her eyes was enough for Bellamy to kick the crate, the crowd cheering like crazy. Murphy was now suspended in the air, dying as the crowd kept cheering. “What the fuck are you doing? Let him down!” Finn started yelling as he tried to reach the dying boy, but he got stopped by a delinquent before he could even take a knife to cut the noose.

Y/N touched her lips and realized she was smiling the whole time as she watched Murphy struggle. 

“Stop! Okay?” A voice echoed in the forest. They all turned around to look at the little girl who yelled. Charlotte. Oh no, Y/N thought, she shouldn’t be seeing this. 

“Murphy didn’t kill Wells,” She continued, “I did.”.

Shock shook Y/N to the core as she watched Charlotte. How could she kill him? After everything she taught her, she decided to kill one of her best friends. She felt someone grabbing her by the forearm and guiding her to a tent. I turned around, seeing Bellamy next to me with a shocked expression on his face.

“Why did you do it?” Finn asked angrily, but Y/N didn’t answer as she kept crying. “Why?” He kept asking as Murphy outside the tent continued to scream, “Bring the girl out!”.

Y/N head was spinning too hard to comprehend the following words. Charlotte killed Wells. The news kept repeating in her head as she sat down. How could she? She asked herself. She was just a kid.

“I’m going outside.” Bellamy stated. That brought Y/N back to reality. She got up, following him. “Where do you think you are going?” He asked her, “You can’t go outside, he’ll kill you.” 

“I can’t stand staying there another second.” She answered, “Plus I can beat his ass if I want.” She stated. 

Charlotte let out a loud sob as she watched the girl exiting the tent. “I’m sorry Y/N, please don’t let them hurt him.” She said.

Y/N turned around to look at the little girl who was once so dear to her, almost as a sister. “Stay with them, we’ll solve everything.” She stated before following Bellamy outside.

“Look who decided to join us.” he said with a smirk, “Our new leaders who hang people for fun!”

He exclaimed with a sick laugh. “What is it? Here to hang me again? Will your psycho bitch the one who kicks the crate now, oh mighty Bellamy?” He asked as he made his way towards them.

“We just gave people what they wanted.” Bellamy explained calmly as he took a step forward, putting himself between Y/N and Murphy before he could attack her. The next thing he needed was her getting hurt. 

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good idea. Why don’t we do that right now?” He said to him, “So, who here wants to see the real murderer hung up? “ He then spoke to the crowd.

“Y/N, go. Now.” Bellamy whispered to Y/N.

“What? Why?” She asked

“Because he’s going to be really angry now and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He stated before he could even think. What the fuck was wrong with him? He asked himself. They were all going to die and he just admitted he somehow cared for the girl. 

He turned around to explain himself but Y/N was already gone. Good, he said trying to focus, one less distraction.

Y/N was running like crazy in the forest, holding her bow thigh in her left hand and her knife in the right one. She knew it wasn’t the safest thing to do but she didn’t care, her only thought was finding Charlotte. Well, it wasn’t her only thought but it was the only one she wanted to listen to. The back of her head was still thinking about what Bellamy said. Did he care for her? Were they friends now? 

“Charlotte!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, but no response was given. She started to run again when someone grabbed her, putting a hand on her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Grounders? She asked herself in fear.

“They are in a bunker near here, I’ll take you there,” Finn murmured in her ear as she let out a relieved breath.

“Y/N?” Clarke asked at the sight of her friend entering the bunker where her and Charlotte were. “Hey.” She said with a small smile. 

“But why are you here? Where is Bellamy?” She asked then. Heath rushed to her cheeks at the mention of the boy’s name. 

“Oh… he didn’t need my help.” She quickly brushed it off. Her eyes fell on Charlotte, who was sleeping on a tiny bed. “I can’t believe she did it.” She said with a cold face.

“She? Y/N you are the one who got us in this mess when you allowed Bellamy to hang Murphy!” Clarke shot back. 

“What? We told you to keep your mouth shut, so if there is anyone to blame here is you.” Y/N spat. No way she was going to feel guilty for trying to kill that asshole.

“People needed to know. The truth is that you are a coward just like your father. You always criticized him but you are just as guilty as he is. You almost let an innocent boy get executed today. I can’t believe you let Bellamy do it.” The blonde argued.

Y/N felt her body burning again as she almost threw herself on the girl in front of her. But then she realized that if she wanted to survive the night she had to avoid conflicts. 

“Don’t you fucking dare talking shit about me or my father ever again. Got it?” She hissed before storming off the bunker. 

She was going to look for Murphy's men, making sure they didn’t come near the bunker, she decided.

Bellamy fell with his face in the dirt, probably tripped over a rock or something. He was starting to seriously hate those woods, he thought to himself as he got up and started running again in the dark forest. He needed to find Charlotte, he needed to protect her. Not just her, he needed to protect everyone. The thought of Y/N returned in his mind. He hoped that she’d found them, and that they were okay, he thought. He still felt dumb for what he said to her before, not even knowing how to explain it to her.

A running figure in the middle of the woods interrupted his thought. It was a girl. “Y/N…” Bellamy realized out loud, running even faster. He quickly caught her, garbing her and hiding behind a tree. 

“Are you fucking crazy? What if I was one of Murphy’s men huh?” He asked her as he unintentionally still held her close to him. Once he realized what he was doing he immediately got flustered and let her go murmuring an apology. He had to stay focussed, he kept repeating to himself.

“Charlotte is with Clarke and Finn in a bunker not too far from here. I’m trying to find Murphy to keep him away from them.” She explained, still panting. 

“Why aren’t you with them?” He asked her.

She said something under her breath, looking everywhere but at him. “What?” He asked confused.

“I got in a fight with Clarke and left.” She then admitted, still not looking at him.

“Are you crazy? You were in a safe place for once.” He said. His mind kept thinking what if he was a grounder or Murphy? She could be dead.

“Why do you even care? You hate me anyway.” She shot back.

He stared at her for a while before replying, “I didn’t save your stupid ass so many times just to let you die in the stupidest way ever.”. Now it was his turn to look away, as he waited for the girl’s response. 

He was already prepared for her to snap at her for calling her stupid but instead she just started laughing.  “Well we have to keep moving if we want to save their stupid asses too.” She said with a smirk before walking in the forest, completely unaware of Bellamy’s amazed gaze following her.

Silence fell between the two of them as they kept quietly searching for Murphy and his minions. “Why did you fight with Clarke anyway?” Bellamy finally asked her. Y/N looked down for an instant, unsure if it was okay to tell him the truth or not. “She started talking shit about me and I just kinda lost it.” She quickly explained, “Why do you care?” She asked then. Bellamy just shrugged, “I’m trying to make a conversation, you know, that thing humans usually do…” He then answered. 

“Ah ah ah, very funny Blake.” She said, a smirk twitching up to her lips. 

Crazy how she was able to smile even in that messed up situation, Bellamy thought.  “We’ll find them, you know, Charlotte and the others.” He then said. “I know it’s just… What are we going to do then? Murphy will eventually find Charlotte.” She answered, nervously biting her nails. “I know Murphy, he is all talk and no act.” He reassured her. “Yeah I kinda have noticed it.” She said, referring to all the times he claimed that he was going to kill her. 

“I don’t know if it will be enough to stop him from hurting Charlotte though. I just hope it is because we can’t have two deaths in a day.” He admitted. 

The thought of Wells came back in Y/N’s mind as she felt tears getting to hereyes.

“It’s all my fault, Wells wanted me to come with me the night when Charlotte killed him. I could’ve protected him but I was too focussed on my own problems to listen to him.” She said, the thought of Atom and Wells’s dead bodies flashed in her mind.

“You didn’t know that would’ve happened, you did your best. Plus you were already dealing with Atom’s death.” Bellamy replied, “Thank you for what you did for him in the forest by the way. I could've never done that.” He then said.

If only he knew why she was able to do it, Y/N thought. Instead she just nodded. 

“It’s my fault too by the way.” He then admitted, “I told her to slay her demons if she wanted to sleep, but that wasn’t what I meant.” He said, shaking his head, “I got us in this mess, I gave Charlotte the knife, I pushed the crate that almost killed Murphy.” He slowly said, his words full of regret. Y/N wanted to say something but a glimpse of Charlotte running shot in front of her. “Look, it’s Charlotte!” She whispered to Bellamy as she ran towards the little girl. The two of them could feel Murphy getting closer but still continued to run towards the girl. Bellamy grabbed her, taking her in the opposite direction as Murphy’s followers. Charlotte let out a scream as Bellamy put a hand in front of her mouth to prevent her from screaming anymore. “I’m trying… hey, hey. I’m trying to help you.” He kept saying as Charlotte struggled. “Charlotte, stop moving or you’ll get us all killed. Do you want to kill anyone else?” Y/N firmly spoke. Charlotte just shook her head as she stopped moving. “A little harish Kane.” Bellamy commented. 

“Whatever, she needed to calm down.” She coldly answered.

A shout interrupted the group and Bellamy accidentally dropped Charlotte, who instantly ran away. 

“Charlotte!” Y/N screamed before following her. 

“Charlotte you can’t hide!” Murphy shouted not so far behind them.

“Shit.” Y/N cursed as she ran faster, finally reaching Charlotte as they got on the edge of a cliff. “We need to find a way out.” Bellamy said once he reached them. 

“Charlotte! Damn it. You cannot fight all of us. Give her up.” Murphy yelled as he made her way towards them. “Maybe not, but I guarantee I’ll take a few of you with me.” Bellamy spoke as he stood in front of Charlotte.

“Stop! We can discuss this!” Clarke said as she emerged from the forest, Finn following her.

“Yeah yeah, we can talk.” Murphy said as Clarke got closer but in an instant he grabbed her and held a blade on her throat. “I will slit her throat.” He stated as everyone watched him. His eyes met Y/N’s, “What is it? Got a dejavu?” Y/N just ignored him as she held Charlotte closer to her.

“Please don’t hurt her.” Charlotte kept crying.

“Don’t hurt her? Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I will let her go.” Murphy said with a smirk. Y/N’s grip on Charlotte loosened up a bit with those words. 

“Charlotte, it’s a trap, don’t do it!” Bellamy screamed but it was too late, Y/N realized as she watched the girl walking towards Murphy. 

“No! No, I have to!” She said. 

“Charlotte stop, we can still solve everything.  I get it. The guilt of killing Wells is crushing you. I know that feeling. But we are not going to let you die, no matter what you have done.” Y/N calmly spoke as she tried to get closer to her. 

“I’m so sorry Y/N for being such a disappointment and for hurting you. I can’t let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did.” She said and with that she jumped off the cliff. 

“Charlotte, no!” Y/N screamed running towards her but it was too late.

She was gone, another friend was dead.

Y/N felt tears filling up her eyes as she watched the dark place where Charlotte’s body was.

She could hear Bellamy and Clarke calling Charlotte’s name but it was too late.

“Murphy.” Bellamy growled as he made his way towards the boy. “Bellamy I swear I-” He was cut off by Bellamy’s fist landing on his jaw, followed by many other punches and kicks. 

Y/N watched as Clarke tried to stop him from killing him, but at this point she didn’t even care if he lived or not. Him dying wouldn’t bring Charlotte back anyway.

"Bellamy, stop! You’ll kill him!” Clarke shouted.

“Get off me! He deserves to die!” Bellamy shot back. Rage had completely washed over him as he kept punching Murphy. He knew he said he didn’t want to have any more blood on his hands but at that moment he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was making him suffer.

“No! We don’t decide who lives and dies. Not down here. We just need rules!” Clarke yelled.

“Rules, huh? And who makes those rules? You?” He spat as he kept punching Murphy, who was now barely conscious.

“For now we will.” Clarke stated. 

“So are you saying we just take him back and pretend like it never happened?” Bellamy asked as the rage grew.

“We banish him. He can’t come near the camp for now on.” Clarke explained.

“And we kill him if he ever tries to come back.” Y/N piped in. 

Bellamy carefully eyed Murphy before growling, “If I ever catch you near camp, we’ll be back here. Understand?” Murphy just nodded before Bellamy dropped him. 

Everyone started to leave but Y/N couldn’t move her feets. Her hands were shaking so hard she had to put them in her pockets. She could hear Clarke garbing her and guiding her to the camp but she didn’t look up, not even once. 

She then climbed up her tree, feeling more alone than ever. Tears were burning her eyes again but she ignored them, trying instead to sleep. A sharp pain from her wrist woke her up though. She looked down at her wristband. The green light was off, she realized as she touched it. But just as she did so, the wristband broke, leaving her even more hopeless.

Wells was dead. Charlotte was dead. And now the Ark was going to die too.

She quickly got to the bonfire, throwing her wristband in the flames. She stood there for what felt like hours before hearing footsteps coming from behind her. 

“Did you take off your wristband?” Bellamy cautiously asked as he approached the girl. 

“It broke. Now we are alone.” Y/N explained, her eyes not leaving the flames. Bellamy carefully watched the girl, afraid that she could break just like her wristband. 

“How are you holding up?” He then asked. Y/N thought about it for a while the truth was that she felt fucking horrible. People around her kept dying and she couldn’t save them. 

“I’m just tired I guess.” She finally answered.

“Get some sleep then.” Bellamy said, “Maybe not on that tree, nights are getting colder.” He added, handing her a weird looking tent. “I-it’s a tent, I thought that maybe you preferred sleeping in here more than on a tree.” He explained rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn’t help but to feel like a silly teenager around her, he cursed himself as he anxiously waited for her to laugh at him in the face. Instead she just smiled, “That’s very kind, thank you.” She said before taking the tent.

“See you tomorrow then.” She then said, making her way towards a place to place her tent. 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” Bellamy answered before entering his tent.

“Who were you talking to?” Roma asked, still lying on his bed.

“Just a friend.” He answered with a smile.

[b4bytate]

the very first time

luke cooper smut

warnings: smut! unprotected p in v, handjob (m receiving), teasing, f!reader

!not proofread!

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Luke almost couldn’t breathe when you slammed the poor boy against the supply room door, kissing him roughly.

Your hand became tangled in his blonde curls, pulling on them which made him let out a small whimper.

You pulled away from him to get some air and the way he looked; his red puffy lips, his “fuck me” eyes and his messy curls. you wanted to take a picture of him like this so you could remember it forever.

Luke looked at you with such a needy expression that it filled your entire stomach with butterflies and arousal.

You sensed he felt the same way looking at the bulge in his work pants.

You started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, taking off his tie and leaving kisses all the way down to the waistband of his jeans. When you tugged them down you felt Luke’s muscles get tense and his breathing get quicker.

“Have you ever done this before, Luke?”

You looked up at him from in between his legs, hoping you didn’t embarrass him with the question.

“Well- I- A girl once gave me sort of a handjob but.. I mean- yeah, no..”

He stuttered and his innocent and sweet tone made you chuckle to yourself.

“Do you wanna do this?”

You asked him in a sweet tone.

“Yes. God yes.”

He replied basically already throwing his head back.

“I’ll take it slow, is that okay Luke?”

He nodded as response and you unzipped his fly and pulled down the waistband of his boxers.

He was big. Not very thick but long, with a few veins and a rosy pink tip. You’d say he was about 7 inches.

A few beads of pre cum were forming at his slit, you han your palm over it, lubricating your hands and you started stroking him, starting off slowly. You didn’t want to rush him after all.

He threw his head back, covering his mouth with his hand while letting out a few whimpers and soft moans.

You must say that the view above you turned you on. A lot. You could feel yourself getting wetter every second, but how could you not? He was just so pretty, and all you wanted was to make your sweet boy feel good.

You started stroking a bit faster. running a finger over his sensitive slit every once in a while, which earned louder whines from the poor boys mouth.

You could feel his thighs started to shake and you knew he was close. So you stopped stroking him and gave him one sweet kiss on his tip

“Wait- wha- no! please..”

The poor boy had tears in his eyes, it was the prettiest thing you had ever seen. You captured him in a sweet kiss before pulling back.

“Why did you stop.. I was so close”

He whined.

“Do you really wanna know?”

You awnsered him in a sultry voice

He nodded, a tear streaming down his face.

You moved your head so you could whisper in his ear.

“Because I want you to cum in my pussy. You want that Luke?”

You earned a moan from him and when you kissed his neck he nodded

“God yes.. please, please”

He begged you.

You sucked on a spot on his neck that drew a needy whimper from his lips.

Biting it. That would leave a mark. But it was totally worth it for the whimpers and moans you got in return.

You positioned him to sit on an empty desk and started straddling his lap, moving a bit and grinding against his boner.

“Please.. no teasing”

He sobbed against your lips while you captured him in a sweet but lustful kiss.

You reposition yourself and aligned his tip with your cunt, slowly sinking down on him, letting him get used to the feeling.

Almost immediately he threw his head back. It was the best view you’ve ever had.

When you both got used to the feeling you slowly started bouncing on his cock. You earned a moan from him

“Fuck. You’re so tight”

You kissed his neck, letting out a moan at the spots he was hitting inside of you.

You grabbed his hair and pulled on it slightly, when you heard the needy whimper he let out you decided to tug a bit harder.

“Oh fuck yes”

He said throwing his head back. His fucked out expression being the prettiest thing you have ever seen.

“I’m close- fuck- please, please let me cum”

How could you say no when he asked you so nicely.

You tugged on his hair one last time, even harder than before, which sent him over the edge.

Ropes of white cum painting your insides white, the feeling pushing you over the edge as well. his head fell on top of your shoulder, panting. The poor boy was exhausted.

You ran your hands through his hair. Softly this time, and gave him kisses on his forehead

“You did so good for me baby, s’proud of you”

The sweet praises made his pretty lips curl up into a smile.

You helped him get dressed and put his tie back on. He was exhausted and completely stuck in his own happy thoughts. You put your arm under his and practically carried him to the exit of the office, running into Pam along the way.

“What happened to him?”

She asked in a worried tone. A shocked expression on her face.

“He’s not feeling so fell, could you tell Michael he’s sick?”

You responded to her.

She nodded and you and Luke continued to walk out of the building.

You opened your car door and placed him in the passenger seat. He was slowly gaining his sense of reality.

While driving home, preparing to spoil him with snacks and draw him a nice warm bath he suddenly spoke up.

“I love you.”

He said, voice a bit raspy but it was the sweetest thing you have ever heard.

“I love you more.”

You responded. But Luke already had his response ready.

“Impossible”