#bent over to check something and suddenly it was up on my back looking around....

[warmcoals]

i played with a brand new ultrababy kitten yesterday and my heart still hasnt recovered

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hello,Can you write Steve Rogers smut with the age gap? Please

hi baby, I thought I’d do something a bit different and instead of an older steve… we’re gonna have younger steve with older reader🫣 this was only supposed to be short… don’t know what happened.

summary - steve knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way towards his neighbour, especially since you’re married.

warning - smut, cheating, age gap, swearing, slut is used, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips.

Steve knew this was wrong, he shouldn’t be feeling this type of way towards you. Especially with you being married, you and your husband lived right next door to him. It was wrong of him to lust after you, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you’d smile so prettily at him when you’d leave your house or accidentally leaving some skin exposed when you wore that silk robe of yours.

Steve couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times he’d tug on his throbbing cock to you. The way your plump breasts would jiggle with each movement or how your arse would bounce and your hips would sway were stuck in his mind, causing him to constantly be hard.

He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat away as he stopped for a split second. Stretching his back slightly as the lawnmower rumbles in front of him.

“Hiya Stevie!” Steve’s head whips around so fast at the sound of your voice, almost stumbling on his feet. You chuckle, waving and he gulps, taking in the tight but flowing sundress that you’re wearing, Steve’s mind imagines how you’d feel against him while wearing it, bending you over the railing and lifting your dress so he can watch himself slide deep inside of you.

Steve clears his throat, lifting his hand in a wave. “Hello, Mrs. Drysdale.” He nods before beginning to move, mowing the lawn.

“You look like you need a drink. Why don’t you come on up? I just made some lemonade. Wouldn’t want you to overheat yourself.” Steve stops again, looking over as you talk. His eyes drift down as you tilt your head and lean against the railing, your breasts pushing up causing his cock to twitch.

“I—I wouldn’t want to be a bother, ma’am and I don’t think your husband would appreciate that.” He practically snarls as he mentions your husband. The man was the biggest arse he had ever encountered and didn’t seem to treat you like the goddess you were. It made him wonder why you even married a man like that.

You wave your hand, dismissing his words. “Don’t worry bout him, Sugar. He’s left me all alone for the week.” Steve’s dick swells as you pout, big, wide eyes staring down at him. “I’ll be inside if ya wanna take up my offer.” He watches you spin and disappear into the house.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He fights with himself, “Do not go in there.” He mutters, continuing with the mowing before he suddenly slams his hand down and turns the machine off. “Fuck it. It’s just for a drink. Nothing else, Steve. Don’t think so much into it.” He growls to himself as he stalks across his lawn and up your stairs, awkwardly opening the front door and walking in. “Mrs. Drysdale?” He calls out.

“In here, Sugar!” The moment Steve rounds the corner, he chokes, hands immediately shooting to the front of his jeans. You are bent over, checking something in the oven, your fat arse sticking up, the dress hugging against it making Steve swear he can see the outline of everything underneath. You stand and Steve quickly moves to stand behind the counter, hiding the giant boner that’s straining against the zipper, begging to be let out.

“Sorry, was just checking on the pie. You like apple?” Did he die and go to heaven? Fuck, you were a dream come true. You tilt your head, leaning against the counter, Steve’s eyes immediately fall to your exposed cleavage and you smirk softly. “You all there, Sweetness? The heat didn’t get to ya already, did it?”

Steve shakes his head, clearing his throat and looking back up. “I’m alright, ma’am. I’m not intruding am I?”

The laugh you let out echoes throughout his ears, causing his heart to swell. “Don’t be silly, I invited you in.” You grab the lemonade and two glasses, filling them. “Come sit.” You slide the drink over to him before walking over to the couch, your hips swaying with each step and Steve gulps, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to get over there without you noticing his problem.

You turn, taking a sip of your drink before patting the spot beside you. He turns and grabs his drink, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he wills his cock to soften. Steve walks over and takes the seat next to you, eyes immediately stopping on your legs before slowly drifting up your body. You give him a sweet smile when your eyes lock, his cheeks turning a slight pink at being caught.

“It’s okay to look, Steve. Nothing wrong with looking.” Steve’s gaze falls to your mouth as your teeth sink into your bottom lip and your eyes move down his body. “Do you ever think of doing more than looking, Steve?”

His eyes snap up, widening at your question and he quickly shakes his head. “N—no, ma’am. W—wouldn’t dream of it.”

You hum, leaning forward to place your drink down onto the coffee table before resting your hand on his thigh. “Are you sure? Lying isn’t an attractive quality to have, Sugar.”

Steve squirms under your touch, gulping as you lean closer to his, giving him a perfect view down your dress. “M—ma’am…”

“Call me Y/N, Steve.” You tilt your head and smile, batting your lashes. “Unless you have some other name you wanna call me.”

“Y/n…” He tests your name on his tongue, his cock twitching with how perfectly it rolls off. Your thighs squeeze together, your tongue flicks out, wetting your lips. “This isn’t right, what about Mr. Drysdale?”

Steve’s gaze darts between your eyes, lips and plump breasts that threaten to spill from your dress. He whimpers when you cup his chin, directing his gaze back up.

“My husband doesn’t have to know.” You move closer, practically climbing into his lap. “Plus, I don’t think he’ll notice, he’s too busy with his own plaything nowadays to remember he has a wife at home.” Steve’s gaze falls to your lips, hardening even more as they form a pout.

His brows furrow, hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you fully onto his lap. “His own plaything? He’s cheating on you?”

You hum, a whimper getting caught in your throat as your cunt brushes against his bulge. “Uh huh, Ransom was never the most loyal.” You lick your lips, batting your lashes as your eyes connect with Steve’s. You cup his cheek, stroking it with your thumb as your gaze moves to his pretty pink lips. “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a younger man. Younger seems to be the thing when it comes to affairs, don’t cha think?”

His hold on you tightens, digging his fingertips harder into your hips. “He’s stupid to cheat on a woman like you.” His tongue darts out, eyes moving to stare at your lips. “And it would be stupid of me to decline a ladies wish.”

Your hips move gently, rubbing against the hardened bulge in his pants. You hover over his lips, soft whimpers slipping from your lips. “Fuck me please, Steve.” Your hand slides down, resting against his neck. “I’ve seen how you look at me, notice how hard you get when I wear certain things. Been wanting you for so long, yet you’ve never taken the hint.”

Steve groans, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you towards him, devouring your lips into a rough, heat filled kiss. His other hand tightens, helping you move against him, feeling you soak his jeans as you hump him like a desperate slut.

“F—fuck, okay! Uh…” Steve tries to think for a minute but it becomes harder the more you move against him, your lips now attached to his neck, making his brain go all fuzzy. “W—what about the pie?!” He suddenly remembers the food in the oven, only because he thought back to when he walked in and found you bent over. “D—don’t want to have to stop cause the house is burning down.”

You kiss up, moving to his ear and nibbling on the lobe. “Don’t worry bout it, last I checked it had thirty more minutes to go. Can you make me cum in that time, Sugar?”

He groans, flipping the two of you over, grabbing your hands as you go to lift the dress from your body. “No, keep it on.” You swear you became wetter just from his words. “Wanted to fuck you in it, in all your little dresses.” He presses against you, rubbing his jean clad bulge against your soaked core. “Such a fuckin’ tease, always prancing around either half naked or dressed like a slut in these.”

The moan you let out is almost pornographic, not even your husband could bring that sound out of you. Steve’s hands move up, pulling the front of your dress down and groaning as your plump breasts bounce free. “Fuck, so fucking perfect.” Your hands fly to his hair as he leans forward, peppering kisses along your skin before he pays attention to your nipples, licking and sucking, even going as far as nibbling gently on each one.

“S—Steve! Please.” Your hips lift as you rub against him, needing something, anything to relieve you of the tingles between your legs.

He groans against your flesh, rutting against you before he pulls back. “God, you’re so fucking needy. So needy for a younger man, aren’t you?” You nod, hands reaching out to try and grab onto him, any part of him. “Tell me what you want, I need you to say it.” He moves closer to you, letting your hands wander his bare chest.

“Fuck me.”

He unzips his pants, taking his throbbing dick out and he begins to stroke it, half-hooded eyes connecting to your teary ones. Steve grunts, tearing your knickers from your body before lining his mushroom tip against your weeping entrance. “Are you sure you want this, ma’am? Because there’s no going back.”

You nod rapidly, “God, yes. Please Steve.” Your eyes roll back and mouth drops open as he pushes in, stretching you onto his large cock. Your hand rests against his chest while the other flies back and grips the couch beneath you. “Oh god, you’re so big! Fuck.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as Steve continues to thrust all the way inside you.

“Shit, so good, Mrs. Drysdale.” Steve groans, feeling your walls tighten around him. He leans down and tucks his face into your neck, kissing it as he begins to fuck into you hard. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, gripping it. Steve grabs your thighs, lifting them on either side of him and then grabs a pillow, stuffing it underneath you causing your eyes to cross at the new angle. “Feel better? That’s all you needed isn’t it? A good fucking.”

Your back arches, nails digging harder into his neck and couch. “O—oh!” Your toes curl and you tighten around him. You never thought fucking someone younger would feel so good.

“Gonna cum for me, Sweetheart? Gonna let me cum so deep into you that it’ll still be leaking out of your pretty little pussy when your husband gets back?” Your scream fills the house as you cum, walls spasming around his thick length, your juices coating him and the couch. You whine, gripping him tight as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. “So good for me, gonna let me do this again, Mrs. Drysdale?”

“F—fuck yes, please cum in me, Steve!”

Steve shrugs with a smirk, “as you wish.” He pounds into you a few more times before burying deep inside of you, throwing his head back as his balls tighten and thick ropes of cum spurt out of him, coating your walls white. He pulls out, putting you down gently before getting up and heading into the kitchen. You lie there completely fucked out, feeling so good and tingly all over.

Steve comes back, sadly his cock is tucked back in. He gently cleans you with the damp tea towel before fixing your dress. “How do you feel?” You hum, nodding.

“So good but why did you put yourself away?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you look up at him and he groans.

Steve shakes his head. “Your husband is an arse for neglecting such a pretty thing for so long.”

The whole week before your husband got back, you got fucked so many times in so many different positions. Even when he was home, you would occasionally sneak around with Steve.

Steve couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

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[peachigummi]

test my luck ꢾ꣒ mattheo riddle.

summary: enemy to lovers! Mattheo and y/n have been each other's biggest haters since year 1, they're in their final year at Hogwarts. Mattheo finally pushes y/n to the edge, with his venomous words and guilt tactics.

pairing: enemy! mattheo x fem ravenclaw! reader

warnings: not for the faint of heart! mature themes/language. mentions of abuse. slow burn? bullying angst!! oh my god angst, but ends with some bittersweet fluff I promise! attempted suicide sorry (after reading this back, i dont mean it to be manipulation or to glorify or romanticize but! shit!! for a plot?)

note: i haven't written anything in literal years, the pov is going to shift a lot so bear with me. i honestly just lost any sense of motivation. but something in me just bloomed. you wont see any hp things on this blog it is my journal and i feel like sharing! maybe a part 2 in the making. if this gets enough response.

word count: 6,828

(slightly not really proofread or fan fact checked? if that's a thing ha)

playlist: should i create..? you know damn well the smiths would be in it! like Bigmouth Strikes Again?? that is mattheo!

reblogs & comments are so appreciated! i hope you enjoy <3

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It was the start of your last year of Hogwarts, it was an okay time. You personally didn’t get into too much trouble, you liked to stick by yourself for the most part. You studied hard because your muggle parents were still confused about you being a witch, and what you would get out of it. It was hard to process that information, it was a thing of fairy tales. You had to prove yourself in this new world. That…that was hard when you were constantly looking over your shoulder for Mattheo Riddle.

“What’s a whore doing in my seat?” Speak of the damn devil. 

You turned to look at him with a sarcastic smile, “Well hello to you too Mattheo.” You nod at the three other boys that were with him, each of their arms crossed. “Draco. Blaise. Theodore.” You return to look at Mattheo, “you know last time I checked… there are no assigned seats in Potions.” You looked around and the class was still fairly empty.

“Think again and think hard.” Mattheo spoke to you in a cold shallow tone, he barely looked at you. He circled around the table you were at, your eyes following him. He suddenly stopped right behind your chair, yanking it back. There was a loud scrape, the few students that were in the room turned to look at the scene unfolding. You didn’t meet any of their eyes. Mattheo slammed his hand on the side of the table, making you flinch. You hated that you reacted that way. He grabbed the back of your ponytail, forcing your head forward where his hand was, “Look.” M. Riddle. D. Malfoy. B. Zabini. T. Nott. Their names were carved into the side. You grabbed Mattheo’s hand, the one that was still holding onto your ponytail, you tried to pry his icy cold fingers off. It only made him tighten his grip, he bent down to get close to your face, “I suggest you move unless you want me to carve my name onto your face as well.” he spat and finally let go. 

“Whatever,” you gathered your books, “this seat sucks anyways. I’ll go hang out with Professor Snape up front.” You rolled your eyes as Draco lit up a cigarette, handing the pack to the boys to share. If you’re going to try and get away with smoking, yeah do it in the back of the class I guess.

“You really like being a teacher’s pet don’t you? That’s why you’ve always got your nose up Snape’s ass.” 

“Seriously fuck off! Go continue to lose brain cells with your sorry excuse of friends.” You push the seat back and let it topple over. You mentally slapped yourself, you shouldn’t be feeding into his remarks.

“That’s cute sunshine, I’ll bet you have a hard time standing up for yourself in every aspect of your pathetic life. Do better.” Mattheo smugly said, smoking the cigarette that was in his hand.

You opened your mouth to speak but decided against it, you ended up just flipping him off. He did the same, giving you an annoyed look. You took the seat next to Hermione in the front of the class. Ugh! That Mattheo. “Are you okay?!” She asked, shooting daggers at the group, turning to you again “How can you put up with that? We have to tell someone..” you shook my head and whispered, “it’ll only make things worse. I don’t want to be a snitch. It’s already been six years anyways… how can one more year really change things.”

Blaise laughed, “you like that don’t you mattheo? Isn’t she so cute when she’s angry, you like feisty girls, yeah?”

Draco chuckles, “oh he definitely does, too bad she’s a stupid bitch.” The group laughs together.

You could hear them hollering from the back. You tried to calm yourself down and pay attention to the different measurements of the potions you were being taught. Maybe I could switch this class to a different time. You thought, focusing back to the lesson when Professor Snape mentioned something about needing to be in groups of three for an upcoming project.

Before Snape could assign anyone, Mattheo spoke up, “Sir I’d like to work with Theodore, if that’s permitted.” Snape looked annoyed by his interjection but answered, “No, Theodore will be with Y/N and Draco. Nothing will change. I already made the groups, they will be posted near the storeroom.” He gave Mattheo a dirty look.

You could hear Draco scoff but he didn't say anything. Yet. He kept to himself and his buddies while they continued to smoke and do other things to piss Professor Snape off before the class was finally dismissed. I guess I didn’t need to worry about being in a pair with Mattheo. You still wanted to protest against the group choice, but nothing would come of it. You knew better than to go against Snape’s final word. Theodore wasn’t such a horrible person, he actually can be pretty smart and helpful, if you got him alone. Otherwise when he was with even just one of his buddies, he was just like them - a jerk. It was Draco you won’t be able to stand.

“Don't do anything stupid, Y/L/N, and we might actually do okay in this project.” That was Draco himself, walking over with Theodore.

You ignored his comment, “where should we meet and when?”

“We can use one of the abandoned classrooms. Before the lunch break?” Theodore suggested, handing a note with directions.

“Okay. See you.” You said as bluntly as possible, gathering your book. You went to grab the ingredients your group might need. 

“Teachers pet!” Draco yelled after.

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Of course you were the first to the abandoned classroom, you had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes before either of them showed. When they did, they didn’t bother to apologize, though you didn’t expect them to. Even with smart comments from both boys, you finished discussing the project and the presentation at a decent hour. It was quiet as you started to collect your things, Draco excused himself earlier to collect a package.

“Y/N, why is it that you hate Mattheo so much?” Theodore broke the silence, carefully watching you wrap the vials carefully. You paused, taken back. “He’s been trying to get a rise out of you since day 1, why?” He continued nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

You quickly grab them out of his hand and put it in your own breast pocket, “don’t smoke around me.” 

This made him annoyed, “Hey! I need those! They keep me calm!” 

“No you don't, you've been fine this entire time without them. I’m not trying to raise your blood pressure right now. You’re fine.” You give him a good look, maybe he was playing dumb. How could he not know? Theodore and Mattheo were best friends; they must have already talked about this, “I only hate Mattheo because he hates me. It’s all there's to it…” I think.

He lingers for a moment after you answered him, there is something else you haven’t said, “tell me what you think. There’s always some deeper reason for this sort of stuff” He rested his chin on his hand. See this is why I favored Theodore from the rest of his group, but should I still trust him? He could use this information against me. I took the chance.

“Over the years I suspected it was just plainly because I was a mudblood and not some perfect pure-bred like you folk.” You continued to wrap the vials carefully. 

Theodore rolled his eyes, “He does have a thing against people with different backgrounds than his own. He thinks everyone in this school should be from a wizarding family. But that’s not the case with you.” He grabbed a vial too, helping me wrap them, “He’s never said anything about your parents or how they’re muggles.” Mattheo would talk about me when I wasn’t around? Why would he do that? You looked into his eyes searching for some joke or underlying lie. There was none I could detect.

You recall the moment aloud when you first laid your eyes on Mattheo, “It was at the train station. Our first year. I remember hugging and kissing my parents goodbye, not wanting to let go of them. I turned around to go on the train and there was a much much smaller Mattheo staring at me with wide beady little eyes that were glossed over with tears. He was cute in that split second - ” You couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Theodore watched you carefully. You straightened your lips, continuing, “ - before he stuck a solid wad of gum in my hair.”

Theodore bellowed, nearly falling backwards in his chair, “Yeah that sounds like him, that’s a classic stunt he’d pull off. There was this one time in year 5 when he stuck gum on the chair of one of the professors before class…I never saw her so mad after she sat down and got up, her chair nearly followed her around!” He tried to settle himself down, “Mattheo always had a thing for doing stuff to people and acting as if it’s all a joke.”

“It’s not a joke when you have to cut your hair super short in order to remove the gum. I felt so naked without my long hair, it was so beautiful! And he made it worse when he made a point to show how ugly I was to everyone in the Great Hall. I even remember you laughing just like you are now.” You pushed his shoulder.

Theodore smirked, “yeah we all laughed, how couldn’t we?! You looked ridiculous before you grew it back out. We used to call you Baldy McEgg-head. You’d get so mad, only making us laugh harder.” At least someone cherished the memory. You rolled your eyes.

It grew quiet again, “have you ever met Mattheo’s parents? Has he ever talked to you about them?”

“No. I’ve never met them. He’s never really talked about his parents or his life outside Hogwarts. I don’t think he’s on great terms with his dad. He always stayed with them during the breaks, and wasn't ever allowed to spend it with us or here at hogwarts. He missed out on a lot of important hang outs. I wished he was there for them” Theodore explained, he sounded disappointed and angry.

“Do…do you think he’s jealous of my home life? The affection I was receiving in front of him at the train station…” 

He thinks for a moment, “I suppose it could be a possibility…hard to tell. He doesn’t allow himself to show too much emotion, again, probably has to do with the way he must have been raised.”

You wanted to do more research into Mattheo’s family…but how? “Thanks for this Teddy. You’ve given me a lot to think about.” You finished packing everything into your bag. Before you left you tossed him back his pack of cigarettes, “see you later.”

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You let out a sigh of relief, to be alone once again. Mettheo Riddle, what secrets do you hide? You made your way to the library instead of the Great Hall. After a few hours of searching around the library, you finally find a section of massive thick old leather bound books. You blew on the covers, these books contained a record of all the wizards and witches that had attended Hogwarts. Kind of like a yearbook, but it told you what came of them. Who married who, what did they end up doing after Hogwarts, etc. a rare but quite the gem of a find. “R… R.. R” you whispered, touching the book ends. You look at the bottom of the bookshelf finding the one that contained the last names that began with R. You found it, and you began to look through for the name “Riddle.”

Just as you got to the last name, you felt a wave of shame. You were snooping into somebody’s life. Their history. This is wrong. If Mattheo wanted to talk about his home life, surely he would have. He was hiding something. There were heavy slow footsteps coming around the corner of the aisle. You snapped the book shut holding it behind you and you looked at the section opposite of where you just were. Mattheo, they were his steps, you could tell. 

“Of course you’d be in the library doing nerd stuff.” He doesn’t sound happy, but also when is he truly ever?

You looked at him then around yourself, “who me? A nerd for being in the library?” I mean he wasn’t wrong but ..yeah. You still point at him, “Where are you then? Because it seems to be you’re also in the library with…” you fake gasp, “...Me! Making you a nerd too!” You hoped that confused him, you shifted the leather book behind your back. It was getting heavy by the second.

“I’m ditching classes to smoke,” He takes a rip of a cigarette that was nearly at its end, he blows the smoke in your face. “Nerd.”

“Whoop-dee-doo what a stellar insult Mettheo. I’m a ravenclaw. What did you expect? I’d rather be a nerd than a-” You took a step closer to him squinting then widening your eyes in horror, “oh my god Mattheo did you lose a tooth from all that smoking?” He quickly shoved his pinky into his mouth feeling his teeth in a panic. If there was one thing he cared more about than cigarettes it was keeping up with his good looks. Uh did I just describe him as good looking?

He actually laughed once he finished counting his teeth, “They’re perfectly fine. I care about taking care of myself, unlike you. How often do you wash yourself? I doubt you even brush your hair. I did you a favor when you had to cut it off. You have no sense of style, even with a selection of uniforms! Why do you dress like it’s winter all year? You dress like a peasant from the 1820’s”

Okay ouch, that kinda hurt. You’ve been insecure with your body, you always struggled with that. Dressing in sweaters helped hide it. You didn’t know how to respond, maybe he's right. You couldn’t stand up for yourself to save your life. You just shoved his shoulder with your own and walked past him. 

Matthew continues to follow you, “did you just shove me you twat?” He snatched the book out of my arms holding it a ways away from you, “If you’re going to do sneaky shit, don’t do it so obviously. Is this a diary or something?” Your eyes widened trying to take it back, but he held it up high above his head easily with one hand.

“Yes! It’s my diary, it’s where I gush about the god almighty perfect Mattheo!” I sarcastically said, still hoping he wouldn’t look at the title of the book. “No stupid! I dont have one, I just got done working on the potions project with your buddies. Hand me back the book.”

“Oh I bet you three had lots of fun. Did you talk about me while you were there? Did you talk about how you can’t take your eyes and mind off of me? You’re clearly obsessed, following me around like a love sick puppy. You pop up wherever I happen to be.” 

“Ew no never.” You fought your expression back, did Theodore tell him something? Fuck. “Draco left, it was just Teddy and I. we spent it kissing the whole time. Super carefree. His lips surprisingly didn't taste like cigarettes, they were pretty sweet.”

Mattheo’s smug smirk fades even before you finish your sentence. He hated how you used a nickname for his friend. He despised the thought of you kissing anyone, especially his mates, “fucking liar. THEODORE, not TEDDY, doesn’t like you. He just tolerates you because he has to. He wouldn’t be caught dead kissing you. You’re disgusting and I pity anyone who has the displeasure of touching you in any way other than to harm you. 

You hold your hands up, “woah woah woah, whatever makes you sleep peacefully at night. Why else did Teddy take me to an abandoned classroom, it was our chance to get away together especially after Draco conveniently left.” You couldn’t believe you were lying through your teeth, this would forsure come back and bite you in the ass even harder. You haven’t even had your first kiss yet. You haven't even been romantically linked with anyone before. 

“Stop fucking calling him Teddy, it’s Theodore!”

“Can you guys get a room or SHUT UP! For Merlin’s Sake” A random student yelled out at us. Slamming their hand on the table. You were embarrassed because you took pride in keeping the library a sacred place to study or relax.

“Piss off. Go find a room of your own instead of listening to us talking. You must be a first year, if you’re still so sensitive to other’s voices in the library.” He continued to raise his voice, “We’ve been like this for years! Blah blah blah!!”

“Stop it Mattheo.” You shove him again, mouthing to the student, I'm very sorry. With the distraction you go and grab the book in Mattheo’s hand but he quickly readjusts his grip.

“You don’t have to apologize for me, sunshine. You should apologize to him for your existence, do everyone a favor will you?” He finally looked down at the title of the book, Who Were They and Where They Now?: Hogwarts. He carefully used a single finger to pry it open to where the fabric bookmark was, immediately seeing his own surname. He gives a manic laugh looking up at your face and slamming the book down to the floor, “you stalker. You are obsessed with me.” 

He lunged at you. You took a step back, you hit the shelving. Your heart was beating so fast you thought you would pass out from the red handed guilt. 

“What kind of information were you looking to find huh?” He pointed a finger at me, his eyes ice cold. Looking to murder. Your head suddenly hurt, there was a high pitched ringing that wouldn't stop. You went to cover your ears to find some relief but Mattheo grabbed you and shook hard, “what the FUCK did you think you would find? Tell me. Tell me NOW!” You didn’t know what to say he just stared hard at you, his nails digging into your arms. You winced. He began to speak fast and harshly as if he knew, as if you had said something. 

“Did you really expect you would find out that I had a happy home? Do you think I’m happy being born in some dingy hovel? Do you think I'm overjoyed to be related to and be abused by my father? He beat me black and blue and hated my existence. My mother just sat there silently watching. She doesn’t care. Would YOU be thrilled knowing that you came from a long line of dark wizards who’ve caused pain and suffering to people for centuries.” 

You began to cry, “Mattheo..”

“You honestly think I would be so proud of that to tell everyone?” He scoffed.

“Mattheo you’re hurting me…”

“I. Don’t. Care.” His deep brown eyes didn’t leave yours, “you should have minded your own business. Stupid girl prying into my history. What do you care? Did you think I'd be less of a jerk to you if I had a perfect loving family like yours? ”

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry! I .. I.”

“Shut up. You don't get to speak. I don't need you feeling sorry for me, I can handle myself. This is probably the worst you’ll ever experience.”

“Y-You’re right. I’m.. I’m grateful I never had to e-endure that” You were one stuttering mess. 

He moves one hand to cup your mouth to shut you up again, “what did i say. I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth.” He rose the other up threateningly. 

You closed your eyes. Do it Mattheo. Please. I deserve it. I’m sorry I tried to pry. Do it. He was surprised by your offer and looked at you in confusion, his expression didn’t change though. “What kind of sick request is that?” You open your eyes again to meet his. Both of you were in disbelief, did he just-? “Why would you want me to beat you? Because you feel bad for me? I don’t want nor need your sympathy. Trying to act like a saint that's willing to be my punching bag whenever I want.” he scoffed, letting your mouth free, taking a single step back away from you.

“Then why are you so mean to me? Tell me that. When I first laid eyes on you during our first year at the train platform, I thought we would be friends.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing where his fingers had dug into you.

“You’re a prissy annoying know-it-all goody two shoes that thinks she’s better than everyone. You can’t help but chime in whenever you have the chance and show off.”

“So it’s just my existence then huh, nothing else to it?” You felt your own anger finally rise, you wiped your tears off your cheek trying to regain composure.

“Pretty much. You’re unbearable. You are the most unexciting thing I’ve ever encountered.”

“Let me fix that for you.” Your eyes betrayed you and let the gates open, the flood starting to spill once more. Before Mattheo could get another hold of you you quickly shuffled off, dropping your things. Already feeling limp. Just hoping your legs would carry you a bit more.

Mattheo rolls his eyes, “tsk so stupid.” He stood there staring at the place you once were. Thinking about what occurred when he processed what you said, “Y/N! Hey I-..” He began to follow in the direction you went off to.

Your shuffle turned into a run, you just needed privacy. Anything. Your dorm was too far away, so you went into the nearest girls bathroom and into the furthest stall to sob.

Mattheo reaches the hallway, looking to his left and right. Fuck where did she go? He closes his eyes to listen closely. He heard something faint and went with his gut.

You sat down beside the toilet, hitting your head with your fist. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” You heard a familiar giggle, “go away Myrtle. Now’s especially not the time.” 

Bathroom, you had to be in the bathroom. He went inside not caring if another girl would see him, “Y/N? You’re in here, I know you are. Look, just come out will you?” Instead Moaning Myrtle came forth.

“Are you looking for me?” she bit her finger looking him up and down, “we don't get that many cute boys in here.” She sighed, still admiring him, “Nevertheless, shame on you. How could someone as delicious as you treat someone so horribly.” She laughed in his face.

“Shut up. I don't need to be lectured by some depressed ghost. Why are you even here. Go away.” He went further inside the bathroom pushing doors in, “actually have you seen a girl come in, Y/N?”

“Yes!” She said excitedly pointing to the last stall, “She’s coming with me and we’ll get to haunt together. It’ll be so fun to not be alone anymore” She broke into another high pitched laugh, clapping her hands with joy. 

“What the hell is she on about?” That’s when he noticed broken glass from a mirror. His heart drops, “you’ve got to be kidding me…” He rushed over pushing the final door in, but this one wouldn’t budge. “Y/N. It’s Mattheo..” his heart drops and he pales when he notices blood start to seep out from under the door, you’ve hurt yourself. “Y/N!” He says again louder, “open the door! Open it right fucking now! Y/N!!”

You didn’t want him to see you like this, no one should have to see this. You try to hold the door closed but you were losing your strength to do anything. The blood made it slippery so your hand slid down, “M-m-mattheo haven’t..you said enough?”

Myrtle pointed to the glass, “look how eager she was! Damaging school property to break free” She did a couple spins in the air, “any minute now!”

“That’s it. I’ve had enough.” Mattheo raised his wand and shot a blast at the lock, it broke open and he flung the door open to reveal you laying on the floor. His heart seemed to stop completely. “Shit! Dammit! Y/N!” 

The blast frightened you, “No. Mattheo. No.” You could only make out his dark curly haired head. You tried to swat him away before losing consciousness due to blood loss. 

Professor Snape rushed in after hearing a blast, “what the bloody hell is going on in here, Mr. Riddle.”

Mattheo looked at him with an angry and panicked expression, “I need her in the infirmary right now.” He said through gritted teeth. He leans over you, grabbing a large bunch of toilet paper and quickly kneels next to you. Applying pressure on your bleeding left wrist.

Snape understood immediately, “Keep the pressure on the wrist, Riddle.” He was able to pick you up easily, but he was not enthusiastic about having your blood staining his robes, “with HASTE Riddle! Follow me!” And off they went to the infirmary. Once there Snape quickly laid you on a bed gently before Madame Pomfrey took over. 

She was able to stop and clean the bleeding, while she examined the cut striation she asked both Snape and Mattheo what blood type they were, “The girls lost too much blood, she needs a transfusion.” She began to stitch the wrist, the cut was near vertical to the veins. 

Mattheo in a less than a split second looked at Pomfrey, “Am I able to donate for her.” He didn’t say it as a question, he wanted it to be a command. 

“As long as you share the same blood type then yes, sweetheart. Please, fresh blood is much better. We can’t wait more time, Ms. Y/L/N is so terribly pale. She can have a seizure any minute if we dont get more blood to her brain” still carefully pulling at threads. His hand was still holding yours. 

He nods impatiently, less talking, more action. “I’m AB-” he gulped. One of the rarest blood types in the world, “what type is she?” he began to roll up his sleeve even before Pomfrey was able to respond.

“Goodheavens! Thank Merlin. She’s AB- as well!” She sighs looking up at the ceiling for a split second, calling for a nurse to help set up the transfusion. He took a seat on your left, watching the nurse insert a needle into each of your arms. He didn’t flinch, but he gave her a threatening look when she inserted a needle into your arm, thinking she would bring more pain to you. 

Madame Pomfrey stood up, finished. “If it was with a straight razor and not a glass shard, I don’t think i would have been able to-” she let her voice die down after seeing how pale Mattheo began to look too, she shut her mouth as to not worry him more with what the other alternative was. He couldn’t hide his guilt. His eyes were alternating between your face and his blood that was slowly running into your body through a single tubing. He desperately needed it to go faster. 

“Is there a chance she would wake up with problems with her veins or her nerves?” He asked.

Pomfrey patted the boy's shoulders, “Let’s hope not, let’s hope they hold. With the basics in place, there’s nothing a little magic can’t help.” This eased him, “Ms. Y/L/N wont wake for a couple of hours. She needs to be watched to make sure she doesn’t rip my stitching job or we will go back to square one my boy. Can I trust you?”

“Is that really a necessary question?” He bit his tongue, “Sorry, yes I will watch over her. I need to be here when she wakes up.”

“Best she gets a psychiatrist too, but that's a later issue to address. We’ll focus on physical healing for now.” Pomfrey looked at Mattheo curiously, isn’t this one of the trouble-making slytherin boys? She shook her head and walked out to attend to another student.

“Y/N i’m here.” He studies your face, deep with regret and guilt. He holds your right hand tightly, he whispers softly, “it’s okay, you’re going to be alright..”

“Riddle.” Snape was still watching everything from the shadows of the room, “What happened to my best student, why is he in this condition?”

“It’s my fault, Professor…I was making a fool out of myself. I was treating her like hell… it went too far. She must have had a breakdown and she-” he couldn’t bear to describe your condition out loud.

Snape held a hand up to silence him from saying more, “rather than giving you detention for the rest of your time here at Hogwarts. I will need you to attend all the girl’s classes she will be missing in her recovery. She must not fall behind.”

“Yes sir, I understand. I’ll do it.” 

Snape turned to leave but came back toward the boy and yanked the cigarette box from his uniform pocket, “none of these for you either, especially as you are sharing blood with Y/N. She never liked you smoking.” and off he turned around to change his own robes from the blood.

“Anything for you.” he whispered towards you, “please wake up soon.”

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You began to stir, your eyes fluttering open. You looked around in a panic. You were incredibly sore, especially your left wrist. It stung badly. Mattheo had fallen asleep in the chair when he jolted awake to the sound of your movements, “Calm down, relax, you’re in the infirmary. You’re safe.” He couldn’t help but feel like he just lied about it being safe, if he was the cause of this.

“M…m..Mattheo” You began to cry again, “I’m so sorry.” You went to reach out and hug him but flinched. You followed the red transfusion line to him, “oh Mattheo.”

He sat up to lean towards you. He shushes you and wipes your tears with the back of his hand, ‘you need to calm down and take it easy, princess. You’ve lost a lot of blood and you're still weak. This is just to bring your levels up, you’ll start to feel better soon.”

You stared at his beautiful eyes, ones that had held so much hate but there seemed to be no trace of it now. You felt guilty, I acted like a coward. “Myrtle said it was going to be quick and painless. I’m so stupid I couldn’t even do it right.” You felt another wave of tears coming but  you tried to choke them down.

“No youre not, you’re not at fault.” He couldn’t help but chuckle cautiously as what he was about to say, “you might be a know-it-all but you just need to have more control with your thoughts. Don’t listen to Moaning Myrtle. Don’t be hard on yourself, you're not stupid. You did nothing wrong.”

“I thought I was doing you a favor.” you were so exhausted. But you needed to get this out before you lost consciousness again. With your good arm you help his hand tightly, looking him in the eyes again to emphasize the point you were going to make, “Mattheo, I really am idiotic. I Am. I did think you had a perfect life, it didn’t cross my mind that you had it any other way. You were always carefree and just let's be honest, acting like you're’ better than everyone else. It was wrong of me to have assumed that.”

He frowns. “Don’t apologize. There’s no way to tell what someone is going through ultimately. I..cope in my own way.” He softly strokes your cheek with this thumb.

If it wasn’t for the pain, you would have thought you were asleep. Dead. Or in purgatory. A realm between realms. No way the mattheo I’ve known my whole life is sitting beside me looking..lovingly at me? You felt horrible. Did I just manipulate him into caring about me? Just hours ago he was mocking and saying nasty things as usual. 

Mattheo could see the look of disbelief in your eyes from the way he was behaving, “Y/N. I’m caring for you. No you’re not dreaming or in some other realm. You’re here, with me, thank Merlin. You didn’t manipulate me, you woke me up.”

You sat up too quickly for your own good, your head feeling light “How are you doing that?” 

He shook his head, “Another time. I’m really sorry for how I treated you. You think I’m just some asshole, but I'm more than that really. I want to be more than that. No one else has gotten to see the real me.”

“Mattheo, I see you.” Despite your pain, you reach out to cup his face between your hands. For a second, you saw the boy you first laid your eyes on that first year at the train station. The same sad eyes, “I see you.”

He sighed into your touch, it was a soft and innocent gesture he was not used to. He chuckled softly, and gently placed his hands over yours, keeping them there. He didn’t want to lose the touch, “I know you do, and that’s exactly why I'm afraid.”

You couldn’t help but imagine - how different our lives could have been for the last 6 years, if he would have just introduced himself to me. Explained why he looked so pained when I was with my family. “My parents would have welcomed you as their own” you explained your thoughts to him. “I could have protected you. You could have visited me during the holiday breaks. I know saying it will not change the past and what has happened to you. But I see you Matty.”

“yeah..it’s too late to change the past, I should’ve but I didn’t think you’d understand. It doesn’t excuse the way I treated you all these years, Y/N.” His voice got shaky, his eyes starting to water. He was a mess.

“No, don't you start Mattheo please, baby.” You brought him into a hug, again ignoring your throbbing wrist. “Easy now.” you soothed the curls that were behind his neck. They felt so soft.

Mattheo rested his head on your shoulder and held you tightly, softly crying into you. He wrapped his arms around you and held onto your shirt like he was afraid to let go. He couldn’t remember the last time someone treated him like this, it felt so new and overwhelming.

You kissed the top of his head, inhaling - cigarettes. You hated that he smoked but at this moment the smalle was comforting. He let out a deep sigh. You broke the hug only because you scooted over on the bed, and tugged him to lay beside you. We watched you, he looked so tired. He nodded in agreement with a small smile, he carefully laid beside you, making sure to be careful of your condition.

You gave him a reassuring look that wasn’t hurting you. I’m okay. You looked at your arms touching side by side, still connected by the tubing. You couldn't help but laugh, “Matty isn’t it ironic? All this pure-blood and mudblood talk and look” you carefully lifted the tube, “we’re still one and the same foundation.” You smiled at him, helping wipe his tear stained cheeks now. “Thanks for your donation to me.”

He too couldn't help but grin back at you. He couldn’t believe you weren’t pushing him away for how he treated you, or for how vulnerable he was at the moment, “any time, but please actually don’t do that ever again. You made me worried to death..”

“No I won’t. Pinky promise.” You held out your pinky for him to take. 

He took it in his own nodding, “good, you’re stuck with me now.”

With our pinkies still woven, you  looked at the size difference. You turned toward his Bambi like eyes, “let's start this over on the right foot. Better late than never? Hi i’m Y/N, [insert some fun facts about yourself].”

Mattheo smiled more widely, blushing his pinky did make yours look kiddish. It was adorable. He gave you a playful look, smirking at you like he usually would, “Nice to meet you there, Y/N. I’m Mattheo, the sexiest guy you’ll meet in Hogwarts.”

There’s my Mattheo. “And you promise to…?” you coaxed him.

He gave your pinky another squeeze, “to try to be nice and kind to you, and avoid bullying you….as well as to not smoke in your presence…you happy?”

You kind of nodded, holding in your laugh, “aaaand…?”

He looked at you, trying to read what you wanted him to say. He gave your pinky another, slightly rougher, squeeze. “And I promise not to throw a wad of gum into your beautiful hair?”

“Bingo. Mr. Riddle, that’s what I was ultimately looking for.” You let go of his pinky, “but it is nice to know the other stuff too.” you waved your hand like it was nothing, but it was my everything. He gave you a sarcastic scoff, he liked that you were still acting like your old self too. 

You kissed his cheek and his face went redder than a cherry, you acted shocked “woah did I just make Mattheo, the sexiest guy in Hogwarts BLUSH?!” You slapped your hands against your cheeks in play disbelief, slightly regretting the pain it brought to your arms. He quickly shook his head and blushed even more than originally thought possible, he tried to hide his face away from you, “S-shut up! That’s a lie! I was not blushing, it’s just your imagination.”

You laughed at his reaction, taking his hand in mine once more comparing the hand sizes. You put my head against his shoulder, before dropping your jester attitude. Making him form another pinky promise with you. “Mattheo, I promise to be there for you. I want to protect you. You shouldn’t live in the shadow of your home life, especially not alone. Just as much as I’m stuck with you. You’re stuck with me. That’s my promise to you.”

His heart beat fast, it nearly melted his heart to hear your promise. He let out a deep, shaky breath. He couldn't stop the small tear that rolled down his cheek, he didn’t bother wiping it. He just leaned his head down to rest on your own, “deal…”

There was a pause, before you spoke up again.“I know we just started the year but please, come back home with me this Christmas holiday when it rolls around.” You blinked up at him. You started to feel really sleepy, that was to be your last request and plea for the moment, “I’ll show you how muggles get down to holiday business.”

Mattheo looked down at you and smiled softly, as your eyes were struggling to stay open, “yea sure, i’ll spend the holidays with you” he wasn’t sure how he would, but he would worry about that later.

Many promises were made this day, and you intended to keep each and every single one of them. In many ways, you knew this would still be the same Mattheo you had always known, but it would all be so different now. You managed to break through his extremely guarded shell, the hardest way possible. But it needed to desperately be broken.

You turned Mattheo’s head to look at you, he met your gaze. The corner of his lip curled up as he knew what you were about to do. He let you take the lead, closing his eyes. You kissed his lips slowly, cherishing how it felt. You wanted more of him, but your body was pleading for rest. You hugged his arm and surrendered.

He couldn’t help but touch his lips afterwards with his fingertips. He watched as you gave in to exhaustion, he followed your lead and let out a deep sigh before closing his eyes, “Goodnight princess.” Mattheo fell asleep to the sounds of you breathing and the sound of your heartbeat, they would surely become one of the most blissful lullabies to be heard by him. He intertwined his fingers with yours, he wouldn’t ever let go.

[hanglimi]

are we just friends? - chaewon

5 times y/n and chaewon were "just friends" and the one time they weren't.

TAGS - non-idol! chaewon x non-idol! reader, friends to lovers, fluff, f!reader

WORDCOUNT - 2000~

WARNINGS - like two swears or something

A/N - not proofread, ending kinda rushed

(1)

“isn’t that chaewon’s sweater?” yunjin mentioned in passing as she sat down your bed, looking around and observing the walls.

you threw a quick glance to where she was, noting the baby blue sweater draped on the back of your chair. you hummed absentmindedly in response and ushered your roommate off your bed, swiping at the sheets.

“can you please get out of my room and go clean up yours instead,” you muttered while continuing to fix every nook and cranny. you turned to look behind you, and groaned at yunjin’s slow pace, pushing her through the doorway of your room.

“chaewon’s coming over in like,” you checked the watch on your wrist and your eyes widened at the sight. “she’s coming over in 10 minutes!” you exclaimed shocked, rushing around your apartment trying to organise everything.

yunjin simply let out a chuckle as she inched towards her room, “you act like she doesn’t come over every day. i’m sure she won’t mind the sight of people actually living here.”

“fuck off!” you said in response and continued to wipe down the counters of your small kitchen.

-

“y/nnie!” chaewon exclaimed in joy as you opened the door for her, widening your arms for a hug. she slipped into your hold, fitting into place exactly like how she always did. your body untensed during the hug and you held her tight, smelling her hair.

you pulled away after a short time, noting the slight look of disappointment on your friend's face.

“i forgot to give it to you yesterday before you left, but I’ll wash the sweater you gave me and give it back to you as soon as possible.” you said, leading chaewon into the living room.

“don’t worry about it. you can keep it.”

“really? I thought it was your favourite one,” you raised your eyebrow in pleasant shock and sat down on the couch, chaewon following suite, grabbing the remote to the tv.

“it’s fine, really. i like how it looks on you anyways.” her smile grew as she leaned her head on your shoulder. your face felt warm at the comment and you quickly switched the topic, snatching the remote, and scrolling through movies to watch.

you swore you could hear yunjin cackling through the thin walls of your apartment.

(2)

“would you be interested in coming with me to sakura’s party?” chaewon said, preheating the oven as you whisked together the ingredients in the bowl in front of you. “she mentioned that I needed to bring a plus one, and you're obviously my go to,” she finished. you could feel her eyes on the back of your head as you continued moving your wrist.

“i’d love to, but isn’t a plus one supposed to be someone you're interested in?” you stopped whisking to turn to look chaewon in her eyes. “i think I’d feel weird if I came along.” at the sound of your subtle rejection, the glimmer in chaewon’s eyes dimmed and she faced the other way again, putting the ingredients away.

“it’s just,” chaewon started, gripping the edge of the counter, “we’ve been going to events together for such a long time– even things that were usually for couples. it’d be so weird if I were to suddenly stop bringing my closest friend because this time it's a little more serious.” she vaguely bent her fingers at the word serious, deepening her voice for the effect.

you nodded along to her words in silence, testing your response in your head before replying.

“i’ll go.” she cheered in response before you could finish, and jumped up and down, fully turning around again to grab onto your arms.

“but,” you drawled, rolling your eyes at her actions. “next time one of these things happens you’re bringing someone else. you gotta talk to other people these days, chaewon. i won’t be here forever.” you smiled slightly at your words, but quickly frowned at the sight of chaewon’s shoulders slumping down, even as she tried to fake her own laugh.

you quickly grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at her face, causing her to slap you on the arm.

“yah! what was that for!” she growled, ready to retaliate.

“you just looked like an angry puppy. whenever you have that face i can’t help but swoon.”

the pink of her neck rose to her cheeks and her ears, so she continued to hit your body, muttering random things.

you had always hated making chaewon sad.

(3)

you checked the time on your phone before glancing back up at your friends. the three of you had been eating for two hours, and the time felt right to leave and go home.

“i gotta go guys, but it’s been really fun catching up again!” you wrapped the conversation up, gathering your things.

“aww. is grown up y/n gonna go to her girlfriend now?” aeri imitated a child’s voice as minjeong giggled alongside her, hitting her shoulder urging her to stop.

you raised your brow in annoyance at her voice and confusion of the statement, “who’s my girlfriend?”

“chaewon, duh.” aeri stuck her tongue out at you, saying it as if it was common knowledge as she continued packing up her things.

“when have you guys ever even met her?” you were totally confused now, trying to recall a past date where the two friend groups had collided.

“never. but you talk about her enough that we could practically write a whole biography on her.” minjeong grinned at her words.

you pinched your nose at your two friends' antics. there was no way that you talked about chaewon enough for them to fabricate her being your girlfriend. it was obviously an over exaggeration on their part.

“you guys are literally liars. there’s no way you even know who she is.” you leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms. “you probably know her name because I’ve mentioned her before.”

“call us all the names you can construct in that little brain of yours, but we know her like the back of our hands.” aeri said, continuing to rile you up.

you soon left the restaurant with a throbbing headache because of aeri’s annoying self.

you’d need to ask your other friends if you really did talk about chaewon that often.

(4)

“why’d you bring me here again?” chaewon asked, grabbing onto your outstretched hand as you led her up the hill.

“can’t a girl just bring her best friend somewhere special?” you said lightly, continuing up and dragging chaewon along.

the both of you reached the peak of the hill, and you brought out a soft blanket from your backpack, laying it down on the grass.

“so this is what you prepare instead of studying for final exams.” chaewon stated, hands on her hips as she analysed the get up.

you chuckled and gestured down towards the blanket, “i took the time out of my studying to set this up. you can at least appreciate me and my efforts a little bit.”

“oh I definitely appreciate it. i think it’s cute.”

you laid down on the blanket, interlocking your fingers onto your stomach, gazing at the dark sky above as chaewon lowered herself down to the ground. her shoulders brushed against yours as she got comfortable, fidgeting with her feet.

the two of you stared up at the night, watching and searching for the stars. minutes passed, and chaewon’s breathing evened out, her body relaxing. the bright lights from the city drowned out the twinkling of the stars anyways, so you turned your whole body towards your friends, roving your eyes up and down her face. You propped up an elbow and laid upright onto your side, taking in chaewon’s features.

“why’re you looking at me like that,” a mumble fell from the girl’s lips, and she slowly opened her eyes, her words piercing the silence.

“no reason.” you fell back down onto your back, going back to staring upwards.

“y/n.”

“mmm.” you let out, trying to fuse into the blanket underneath you for warmth. chaewon noticed this and shifted closer, letting her arms wrap familiarly around your body.

“thanks for this.”

“of course chaewon. anything for you.”

you really would do anything to make chaewon happy.

(5)

“i wonder how it’d sound if it went like this.” your friend’s voice drifted from one side of the room to the other. you looked up from your schoolwork and directed your attention to the girl on the other side of the room. her brows were furrowed deep in concentration, and she tapped a pen to her lips, a pouty look to them

she continued to sing unknowingly, stopping to make tweaks, and continuing from where she left off. it was a ritual – you would bring the work you needed to catch up on to chaewon’s little studio room while she would practise her singing. something easy to fall into, somewhat of a tradition really. all your friends knew when it was “y/n and chaewon” time – or whatever they liked to call it, so they’d leave the both of you to your devices.

chaewon’s smooth voice brought you back to where you were, and you glanced back at the schoolwork you were doing not too long ago, to see scribbles and words relating to chaewon on your paper. a groan escaped your lips as you erased the illegible comments.

“you alright?” chaewon asked, pausing her melodies to push her glasses up her nose and glance in your direction.

“just fine.” you whispered back, throwing a thumbs up in her direction.

“we can leave early if you’d like-”

“no!” you shouted, covering your mouth in shock at your outburst. “no thank you, i like the quiet of this room.” in reality, you just wanted to stay with her alone a little longer.

she laughed a little and went back to her own work, fully in the zone again.

you dropped your pencil, and quietly turned in your chair to look at her. her hair seemed to be shining in the light of the room, and her whole body posture was loose, showcasing her love for what she was doing. it felt as though her aura was pulling you in. the thought of looking away from her– looking away from her when she was doing what she loved, looking so entranced, was not a thought that stayed in your mind. you’d rarely seen her this focused on what she was doing, and you selfishly wished for just a second, that all that attention was on you.

“are you sure you’re okay?” she looked back up to you, your eyes burning a hole into the side of her face.

“yep. just enjoying the view.”

she giggled and told you to shut up.

you are definitely going to watch her do this again.

(+1)

“y/n?” chaewon called to you as you held the door open for her, her music and notes in her hands. “i hope that wasn’t too boring for you. i wasn’t really talking to you that much this time.”

“oh no it’s alright! i quite enjoyed the peace and quiet.”

“are you trying to say i talk too much,” chaewon glared sarcastically, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“who knows what i’m trying to say.” you shrug, falling into step with chaewon as you walked her to her apartment.

the evening sun was setting, but you were still able to feel its warm rays hit your face and body as you stepped forward. the comfortable silence enveloped you two, and you didn’t think much of it.

halfway through the walk, chaewon stopped walking and turned to face you, “look over here.”

so you turned, and the girl in front of you seemed to be looking more ethereal than ever. the sun was framing her face perfectly, her eyes were glimmering, and her mouth was wide with a smile. she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and just stood there, looking at you.

the thought that this was your best friend – someone who you had known for years – didn’t cross your mind as you closed the gap between you two, your lips connecting. you shut your eyes and leaned into the kiss, letting her take the lead. her papers were pressed between you guys, the sound of the rustling entered your ears, but it didn’t stay long as chaewon slowly moved back, opening her eyes slowly.

and as you reached an arm out to pull her back in, you thought that maybe, just maybe, you were a little bit in love with her.

A/N - this is so jank im so so rusty, please forgive me. I hope you enjoyed it though!

[tatsumessy]

Bloody nose - { Rin, Sae, Nagi }

You get elbowed in the nose at their game.

rin itoshi

you were sitting in the VIP section scrolling through your phone during a break not noticing the the couple arguing right next to you. apparently the kiss cam showed up and focused on the wrong couple so they were now arguing and the guy next to you was waving his arms around being obnoxiously loud when his hand knocked your phone out of your hands. you bent down to pick it up seeing the cracks on the phone and as you were coming back up his elbow came back and hit you square in your nose.

you fell back onto the ground holding your nose in pain. the man didn’t even realize what he did because he was so busy arguing with his girlfriend. thankfully the man that was sitting behind you yelled at the guy for hitting you which ended up with them two fighting each other. it was a big mess and to make it worse your nose started to bleed. the blood was dripping onto your clothes along with unwanted tears and before you could figure out what to do a pair of hands were cupping your face forcing you to look up.

before being forced to look at the sky you caught a glimpse of Rin. he had ran across the field after seeing you fall onto the ground. the cameraman was so nosey that the whole incident was being filmed on the big screens. “are you okay? y/n? speak to me.” his hand stayed pressed against your cheek while he used his sleeve to clean up the blood from your nose. “I-I’m okay.”

he let out a low sigh then focused his attention towards the man who elbowed you. everyone at that point had gotten quiet and we’re watching the two of you interact. as the medical team finally arrived he covered your ears even though you could still hear and spoke threatening words towards the man, “you hit my girlfriend you prick. if I would’ve gotten here sooner you’d be gone already.” he removed his hands and grabbed your arms leading towards the tunnel so that the medical team could check you out.

“i will be fine. go finish the game, I will be right here when you get back.” he kissed your cheek and ran back into the field to finish his game.

sae itoshi

the moment sae saw you get elbowed in the face seemingly for something you didn’t do he calmly jogged over towards you and climbed up the railings to get to you. he stood infront of you gently gripping the bottom of your chin to get a better look at your nose.

he turned towards the man who was standing protectively infront of his wife, the one who elbowed you. “get your dog before I get her for you. lay a finger on my girlfriend again I’ll make sure you two personally will never step foot in a soccer stadium ever again-” “sae…” he turned hearing your voice watching as you held the back of your hand up to your nose.

the blood was flowing and it wasn’t stopping anytime soon, he held onto your elbows while calling for the medical team to come and check you out. his gaze lingered back to you and he just felt horrible for what happened. you rarely get the chance to come to his games and when you do you end up getting hurt.

when the medics finally arrived he kissed your forehead and shot the husband a nasty glare one last time before returning back to the field to finish his game. make no mistake though, the couple were banned from EVERY stadium in the country. he never told you because you’d be upset with him, he was just worried is all.

nagi seishiro

nagi had never moved to fast in his life and at a quick pace too. jumping over the railings he bent down onto his knees holding the tissue you had up to your nose watching your blood soak the napkin because of your injury. “where did they go?” looking up the two that were occupying the seats next to you were long gone and the only thing you were focused on was your painfully bleeding nose.

his hand rubbed along your back to calm you down while pressing soothing kisses on your head. he could feel your body shaking because of how scared you were. you suddenly got elbowed out of nowhere and because of your laid back non violent personality he knew you were on the verge of breaking down.

he was pissed, really pissed but he wasn’t going to show it because he knew you needed him right now. and this was your first time watching him play too.

nagi did not go back to his game, they still won without him but if anything you were more important. the two of you sat down in the seats as he had his arms wrapped around you and forced you to lean your head back so that no more blood would come out.

[ashtheketchum]

●Night swimm●

Daryl Dixon X fem.Reader

Era: Season 1

Summary: Daryl has a crush on you since he saw you. Merle kept teasing him that Daryl should finally talk to you, but the archer never had the courage. One day you were taking a bath at night and Daryl saw you.

Warnings: +18 CONTENT, FEM.Reader, unprotected sex, shy Daryl, Merle being a tease/asshole, in the water, one slap on the ass, Daryl being a lil perv, tits sucking

Words: 3.5k

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PoV Daryl:

Our small group had come together at some point and we all had tasks. There was me and my brother, Merle, we looked after the food for everyone, Shane the 'leader' who ran everything. Lori, Carol, Jacqui, Andrea and Amy took care of our laundry and the children were still learning things from school. And then there was (Y/N). She somehow took care of everything at the same time, she defended, caught us fish, taught the children new things and also helped with the laundry. She really was strong.

Unfortunately, sometimes I caught myself staring at her sometimes, and not in a harmless way. She always wore shorts and a top, with a lumberjack shirt. The shorts fit her ass perfectly and her top hugged her breasts perfectly too. Her loving yet stern smile turned me on again and again, so that I had to satisfy myself that same night. Inside, I felt incredibly embarrassed for staring at a woman so much that even my brother noticed and annoyed me about it.

Merle had tried to flirt with (Y/N) many times, but she always ignored him or turned him down. However, after he noticed the looks I kept giving him when he flirted with her, he actually stopped, but not because he was begrudging me and being a good brother. No, he did it to tease me. “Hey, her ass is hot, but don’t stare so obviously, little brother.” “Maybe we can share the little one? You get her every Monday and I get her the rest of the week, okay?” “Hey, slap her ass! Let’s see how she reacts.” He told me again and again, no matter when and no matter where. While hunting, while eating, and he even stands outside when I sat in my tent and masturbated. But one day he really went too far.

It was another one of those days where I stared at (Y/N) and today I would also talk to her about the food. I wanted to ask her if she wanted anything specific, whatever it was I would get it for her. So I slowly walked towards her, her back was turned to me and she was hanging up the laundry with Lori. (Y/N) had bent over slightly to pick up a basket, so I had a perfect view of her ass for a moment, but I had to pull myself together. I was standing just two meters away from her when I suddenly saw Merle. He walked between us as quietly as he could and slapped (Y/N) hard on the ass. Before she could turn around, however, he had disappeared again and (Y/N) was now staring at me.

Unknowingly, I stared after Merle for a moment before looking at her. Her look made me pause, all the color in my face disappeared and I only now checked what had just happened. Merle had slapped her ass and now it looked, to her, like I had slapped her ass. “Daryl?” She just said confused. I looked at her uncertainly, like a child who wanted to ask an adult something but didn't dare. She still looked at me confused, although I didn't see a trace of anger in her eyes. “You need something…?” When she asked me this, I shrugged together and realized why I wanted to go to her in the first place. And now my entire face turned bright red and I could now feel Lori's gaze on me. She looked at me confused, just as did (Y/N). “N-nah… s-sorry…” And with those words I walked away from her. In my head, I planned to stay in the forest for several days until this situation might calm down.

As I went to my tent to get my crossbow, I saw Merle staring at his hand. It was the hand he had used to spank (Y/N)'s ass. Merle had a satisfied grin on his lips before he looked at me. "And? Does she have a wish for the food?” His innocent question got on my last nerve, but I decided to just ignore him and disappear into the forest. Merle just laughed loudly before following me.

PoV (Y/N):

I looked after Daryl confused, I could still feel the stinging on my butt cheek. My eyebrows furrowed a little, but I slowly turned back around to pick up the basket to get the next load of laundry. “Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” I heard Lori ask. I jumped and looked at her with wide eyes, completely forgetting she was still here. So I gave her a quick little smile before nodding and then walking away.

However, nothing seemed to fit together in my head. Of course, I had noticed that Daryl stared at me sometimes and that he had trouble being alone with me, but I never expected him to slap my ass. A strange tingling sensation formed in my chest, but I ignored it and instead picked up the next load of laundry.

<Time Skip>

The sun was slowly setting and the temperature dropped a little, but still not enough. It was incredibly warm and sleeping naked or just in underwear these days was too dangerous. With the apocalypse, however, things changed and many things could no longer be done. And showering or bathing was one of those things. It wasn't that I really needed to wash, but I was longing for some grooming after a month of going without.

So I grabbed a few clean clothes, two towels and thick socks before I went to this huge pond. The water was pleasantly cool, clean and no walkers would come because I had searched this area twice today. The water shone in the moonlight and I was already smiling slightly.

I put my clean clothes on a stone before I started to take off my dirty clothes. It was risky because someone could see me at any time, but I hurried so that my body was quickly in the water. I also checked again to see if anyone in my small group was nearby. Since no one was there, the cool water greeted me very quickly and I sighed quietly. I briefly submerged myself completely so that my hair would get wet too. I gently massaged my scalp and body to rub away all the dirt.

PoV Daryl:

The world really wasn't on my side today. On a day when I wanted to stay in the forest for a long time, Merle and I found a deer and three rabbits. Merle had already brought the animals to camp and then gone to sleep, but I didn't want to lie down yet. I wandered around in the forest for a while, kicking some stones around and looking around. But suddenly I heard a loud splash, as if someone had gone into the water. I immediately raised my crossbow and I slowly moved towards the pond, which was right next to our camp.

I slowly walked through the trees until I suddenly tripped over something. I looked down in confusion before kneeling down and picking up the strange material. But as soon as I realized what material it was, I turned bright red and held my breath. It was a bra and not just any bra. No, it was (Y/N)´s bra, I sometimes saw the straps on her shoulders, through her top or when she bent over slightly. So I immediately looked around to see her, maybe something had happened to her, maybe she was kidnapped or someone forced her to take off her clothes. But when I looked into the pond, I turned even redder. She stood there, naked and wet. She was in the water up to her cleavage, but I could see the slight hint of her breasts. I saw her side perfectly, her fingers running through her wet hair.

Even if it was wrong, I hid a little more behind the tree, but only so that I still had a perfect view of her. It became incredibly tight in my pants and I had the uncomfortable need to touch myself again. She looked around briefly, which is why I hid completely behind the tree. I even held my breath. After a few seconds I looked back at her and my eyes widened more. (Y/N) had stood up and was now letting her hands slide over her perfect breasts. Her nipples had become a little hard from the cold water. My cock was throbbing incredibly hard, it was already painful.

Just as I was about to reach for the bulge in my pants, I stepped on a branch and it cracked far too loudly. I immediately squeezed my eyes shut, hoping (Y/N) hadn't heard. But I was wrong. "Hello?"

PoV (Y/N):

I heard a branch snap, which made me immediately go under the water again. I stayed quiet for a moment to hear any grumbling or growling noises, but I heard nothing. So it was a human. Fuck and right now I didn't have my knife in the water with me. "Hello?" I called out in the direction from which I heard the noise. There was a moment of silence before someone stepped out from behind the tree. It was Daryl and he raised his arms innocently, slowly lowering his crossbow to the ground. My cheeks immediately turn bright red, but my shoulders relaxed. I sighed quietly before standing up again, more unconsciously than consciously. “Daryl-?” Before I could say or ask anything else, the archer interrupted me. “I-I can explain tha’…” He murmured quietly, his face bright red.

It didn't fit together again. First he slapped my ass and then he watched me how I take a bath? Or were these all just coincidences? So I looked at him waiting, but I was too far away from him. We would have to talk too loudly and probably wake everyone up. So I crossed my arms over my chest so he could barely see them and I stepped more out of the water. I came out until the water only covered my waist and everything below. I could tell Daryl wanted to sink into the ground. "Yeah?… I'm waiting…" Although I didn't want to push him, I did want to get this all over with as quickly as possible. "I-I… I was… huntin' and then I saw ya… I'm sorry…" He didn't lie. Daryl wasn't the type of guy who liked lying, nor was he good at it. So I smiled slightly before relaxing a little more.

Daryl was attractive, I really had to say that. His arms, his blue, intense eyes and his physique in general always attracted me. Sometimes I felt really honored that he was staring after me. So I took a risk. “You wanna join?” My question immediately made him look up, but he immediately closed his eyes when he saw my naked body. I really had to hold back a chuckle, he was really cute. I slowly walked closer to him until I was completely in front of him. I gently grabbed his hand and I gently pulled him towards the water. “Come on… We can talk a little bit…” I then suggested. Daryl just grumbled under his breath before turning away and unbuckling his belt. I bit my bottom lip briefly before turning around and slowly walking into the water. I went low again until my breasts were now hidden again by the water before turning around and looking at Daryl.

He was now up to his stomach in the water, but he kept his top on. I looked at him briefly, confused but also amused, but I decided not to ask him. As he stood in front of me, his eyes wandered everywhere. To my eyes, to my shoulders, to my collarbone, to my lips, to my cleavage and then back to my eyes.

“Soo… why exactly did you slapped my ass?” I then asked teasingly. The tips of his ears now turned bright red and he cleared his throat quietly. His gaze shifted to the side and he took a few deep breaths. "Tha'… wasn't me tho… 'was ma brother…" He then admitted quietly. I tilted my head slightly to the side in amusement and I smiled softly at him. It was kind of clear to me that Daryl hadn't slap me on the ass, but I wanted to hear it from his mouth again. “And…why were you spying on me?” He shrugged again and looked down at the water.

I came a little closer to him so that my breasts were now pressed against his chest and he then looked deep into my eyes. His blue eyes lit up briefly and I could have sworn I felt his cock against my thigh. But I didn't mention it. Not yet. "I-I was… huntin'… just as I said…" Giggling, I placed my hand gently on his cheek and stood slightly on my tiptoes so that I was closer to him. With my other hand I grabbed his wrist and I put his hand on my hip. His other hand followed automatically and now he held my hips. “It’s okay… but next time just ask if you could join me, alright?” My suggestion made him gulp.

I looked briefly at his lips before looking back into his eyes. My hands went to his shoulders and I pulled myself up slightly until I could wrap my legs around his waist. Now his shaft was pressing against my pussy and I moaned softly before I came closer and closer to him. Daryl took a short, sharp breath before looking uncertainly into my eyes. “W-wha’ are ya doin’…?” He asked me uncertainly. He looked excited, almost afraid, but your grip on my waist pulled me a little closer to him. My eyes sparkled briefly with excitement. “I just want to spend some time with you… you don’t have to…” I whispered again quietly to confirm that he really wanted all of this. When the archer shook his head slightly and then nervously licked his bottom lip, I grinned wider and then pressed my lips gently against his.

The younger Dixon growled briefly before returning my kiss sloppily. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to grind my pussy against his shaft. A strangled groan escaped him and his grip around my hips tightened. “You’re so hard…” I giggled softly against his lips before placing my hand on his cheek. "'m sorry… 'm jus'…" Before he could say anything else, I kissed him gently again. “Don’t apologize… I like it…” I then purred softly against his lips. Swallowing hard, he nodded briefly before I reached down between us and gently grabbed his shaft. Daryl immediately gasped quietly and he also looked down. I bit my lower lip lightly, while I rubbed the head of his penis between my folds until it hit my entrance.

“You want that…?” I asked, just to be sure. The archer nodded again and he pushed me down slightly until his tip was inside me. I immediately inhaled sharply and pressed my face into his shoulder. I already knew that I had to stop myself from screaming. I lowered myself deeper and deeper onto him until he filled me completely. His pubic hair tickled my clit slightly, but as I pressed myself harder against him, I felt his abdomen against my sensitive skin. Without realizing it, I had bitten his top and narrowed my eyes. Even though I tensed incredibly hard, a loud whimper escaped me and I was breathing heavily.

“Ya okay…?” I heard Daryl ask quietly. I felt his rapid heartbeat against my bare chest and his breathing was incredibly fast. I wondered if this was Daryl's first time, but I immediately shook the question out of my head. “Y-yeah… It’s just… I haven’t fucked with anyone in a long time…” I then admitted quietly, which only made Daryl grumble. His one hand went to my ass and he massaged it gently. The touch immediately made me tremble and I felt him lift me up a little, only to immediately press me back against his pelvis. “Fuck, woman… ya’r so tight…~” He growled softly against my skin. Whimpering, I clutched at his top and quickly realized that it was bothering me. So I tugged on it gently, but right after I did, he bit my neck hard. Squeaking loudly, I tensed up. He lifted my pelvis faster and faster. "No…~" Was all he growled.

I understood what he meant, but I whimpered loudly. “Daryl, please…! Faster~…” My lips found his neck and I covered his skin with gentle but passionate kisses. He listened to my request and moved my pelvis against his faster and faster, the water around us sloshing around wildly. With my eyes closed, I enjoyed the feeling while placing thick hickeys on his neck. “God, ya feel so good~…” Daryl's deep voice made me tremble for a moment before I moaned softly into his ear. I kept whimpering or moaning his name, making him twitch. His cock twitched and throbbed more and more and the tip of it constantly brushed against my special spot. A tingling sensation spread through my stomach and I breathed faster and faster.

I leaned away from him so I could look Daryl in the eyes. His blue eyes looked deep into mine, his pupils were much wider so that you could barely see his blue irises. He bit his bottom lip hard and looked closely at my features. I had my eyebrows furrowed slightly and my mouth open in an 'O' shape, my eyes staring deep into his. “Fuck, why haven’t you ever spoken to me?” "'Was afraid… god, ya're just so pretty…" He lowered his head and moved me much faster now, my clit rubbing over his shaft again and again.

His sweet words sent a chill through me and I had great difficulty suppressing my voice. My inner walls hugged his shaft much tighter and they sucked him greedily, which only made the archer moan loudly. His gaze went to my bare breasts, which were bouncing up and down due to the movements. Water slowly ran down my breasts and my nipples became hard. Suddenly he pushed my upper body closer to him and he sucked greedily on my nipple. I immediately gasped loudly and grabbed his short, dark blonde hair tightly. “God, Daryl~…! Yes, just like that~!” My words made him growl and he twitched again inside me.

He flicked his tongue over my nipple and moved his pelvis slightly against mine. “Ya’re driving me crazy, woman~…” I had to grin, but another loud gasp escaped me as I felt myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. “I’m cumming~…!” I whimpered loudly. Daryl growled briefly before letting go of one breast and moving to the next. As his lips wrapped around my nipple, he sucked hard again and I arched my back. "Fuck, Daryl~!" With his name on my lips, I came around him and I gripped his top tightly.

Daryl immediately growled loudly and pulled out of me. In the same second he shot his sperm into the water and he moaned my name. I was still in his arms, my pussy still throbbing but calming down a bit before Daryl slowly carried me out of the water. Once we got out of the water, he put me on the ground to put his pants on himself. I could briefly see his cute ass and a grin crept onto my lips. “Cute butt…” “Shuddup…” He must have been embarrassed. Once the archer was properly dressed again, he helped me get dressed and then picked me up bridal style. I just wrapped my arms loosely around his neck. “Do you wanna sleep in my tent?” I then asked him quietly as his footsteps led us to my tent. Daryl seemed to think for a moment before looking at me. "If ya want…" “I wouldn’t ask you if I never wanted that…”

Daryl snorted briefly and a slight grin briefly appeared on his lips. He then let me down to the ground in front of my tent and opened the tent. I quickly climbed in and then looked back at Daryl. “'m gonna get some clothes… gonna be back again…” And with those words he disappeared briefly. Smiling, I closed the tent slightly before lying down in my tent bed. I looked patiently at the tent door until Daryl opened it again and walked in to me. He had new clothes on. “Ya tired?” "Yeah… a little… you fucked me good." I teased him.

The archer looked away briefly, a visible blush forming on his cheeks. "Tha´ was nothin´, hun..." Giggling, I then moved to the side a little to give him some space. He very hesitantly climbed into the tent bed and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Well… was tha’ now jus’ a one-night stand or…?” Before he could continue, I pressed my lips to his. "No… I love you, Daryl…" He snorted briefly in amusement before kissing my lips gently. Even though he didn't respond to my words, I saw in his eyes that he loved me too. And that's how we fell asleep. With the knowledge that we loved each other and cuddled together too.

[etherealxwitch]

Car Troubles

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ll do anything to get your neighbors attention. Even going as far as to break your car.

Warnings: Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI) slight dom!eddie, sexual tension, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, check in (spotlight), name calling: (slut, baby, pretty girl), face fucking, ball worship, spit, slapping, spanking, breath play, pet names, rimming, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, breeding kink, creampie

WC: 4.2K

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You couldn’t believe what you were actually doing right now. 

The hood to your car was up and you were bent over looking inside it as if you were trying to find the problem, but you know what it already was. The problem was that you took out something called a “spark plug” and tossed it behind your trailer, so far away in the trees that you knew it wouldn’t be found. 

Why were you doing this? Your hot neighbor has been working on his van for weeks and as much as you tried to get more of his attention, it never went to plan. So, now here you are with a “broken down” car and all the opportunity in the world at your fingertips.

Now, you’ve known Eddie since high school, but you two were in different friend groups and never had much interaction before. Except for the occasional partnering up for an in class assignment or seeing him step out into his trailer porch for a late night smoke (secretly hoping he would come over to your porch and offer you one). He would always wave over to you, causing you to get those school girl-like butterflies in your stomach. You had always had a crush on him as well.

How could you not? Eddie was always seen as this “no good boy who played a devilish game,” but you were into that. You were into the thought of him being the forbidden fruit that Eve couldn’t have. Just the mere thought sent chills down your spine. 

When you looked over at Eddie, your jaw nearly dropped. He had his hair in a low messy bun, some of the shorter hairs falling in his face, and his mechanic overalls tied lowly on his hips. To make matters worse, he was covered in oil and grease, it staining his skin the the white wife beater that he was wearing. Your bit at your bottom lip and gawked at him; as if he was some sex god and from what you’ve heard from some of the women in town, he was a sex god. 

Were you bending over your car and making a show of it? Definitely. You were in the shortest shorts you could find; your ass cheeks poking out of the bottom of the shorts and jiggling with each move you made. When you would turn around for a drink of water, you would make sure to let some drip down the valley of your breast, patting yourself on the back when you noticed that Eddie would watch the drip. 

Eddie had noticed you as soon as you walked out your door. He noticed the way your shorts hugged your ass perfectly and how your titties would bounce while you walked down the steps. His cock would twitch in his boxers and now he had the chance to talk to you, he wasn’t going to pass that up.

“You need help with something?” 

Oh shit, you were caught. When you looked up at his face, he was smirking and wiping his hands over his shirt. The sight of his eyes on you alone was making your face turn beet red and your head speed up. 

“U-uh, yeah actually.” Suddenly your mouth was very dry and you didn’t know how to form words. “My car, it won’t-it won’t start.” You nervously fiddled with your fingers as he walked over to you and your car, his hip lightly bumping into yours. 

Eddie leaned over your car, looking to see what was wrong with him. You got a whiff of his cologne and couldn’t help but clench your thighs. He smelled like Old Spice, cars, and a hint of weed. It made you want him even more. 

You were too lost in your thoughts to notice that Eddie had stood back up and faced you, his body close to yours. “Looks like your spark plug is missing. How does that happen?” 

“Missing? That doesn’t make any sense.” You tried to not give it away that you were the reason, so you looked to where the spark plug originally was, shock witten on your face. “Could it have come loose and fell out? Is this possible?”

Eddie flashed you a toothy grin before shutting the hood of your car. “It’s unheard of for something like that to happen, but I guess it could.” He leaned against your car, his hips pushing out a little and you swore you could see the outline of his cock through the bottom of the overalls. 

You subtly try to wipe the sweat from your forehead, hoping that he doesn’t see the effect he has over you. “So, what do I do now?”

“Well, I could give you a ride to an auto shop so you can buy the part you need or,” he took a step closer to you, his chest now centimeters from your own. “You can tell me why I saw you throw it behind your trailer earlier.” Eddie smirked at your face, you had been caught and you knew it. There was no going back now. 

“Fuck, you saw that?” Eddie nodded and your face turned even more red than it was before. “I just wanted an excuse to talk to you and I know you’ve been working on your van recently, so I thought my car not working would help.”

Eddie laughed and got closer to you so that you were now leaning against the front of your car. “You wanted my attention? Is that why you’re wearing this small outfit?” His fingers toyed at the hem of your shirt. “Why when you bent over, you shook your ass thinking I wouldn’t see it.” 

His hands wrapped around your waist and trailed down to cup your ass, causing you to let out a small gasp. “I craved your attention.” You backed into his touch, already wanted more of it. “I would’ve gone a lot further if you didn’t catch me.”

“Is that so? How far are we talking?” His face was close to yours, so close that you could feel his breath fan across your lips and cheeks. His voice was deep and raspy: lust practically rolled off his tongue and into your lungs, feeling you with need. 

You slid your hands down the front of his overalls and you could feel his cock harden at the warmth of your hands. “Maybe I would’ve left my curtains open and let you watch me strip, or let you watch me play with my pussy to the thought of you wrecking it? I’ve done it so many times,” you squeezed at the outline of his cock, his head falling so his forehead was now pressed against yours. “Came so many times to the thought of your cock ruining all my holes.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to come over here and have a quick fuck,” he pulled your hips to yours, his cock resting against you. “Always wanted to know what that pussy would feel like wrapped around my cock. Bet it feels like heaven.”

A sudden burst of confidence ran through your body as you reached a hand into his hair and gave it a tug. “Why don’t you stop being such a gentleman and find out.” 

Eddie took that opportunity and ran with it. He grabbed ahold of your hand and led you to his trailer, decided against yours since he didn’t even know where your room was. As soon as the two of you made it through his door, his lips were against yours. It was a fast and messy kiss; wet tongues sliding over each other and teeth clanking every once in a while. He bit at your bottom lip and trailed his kisses down your neck, making sure to bite and suck hard enough to leave a hickey. You whined out, grinding your hips against his. The need you had for each other is very evident. 

“Before we start,” he gently gripped your cheek to make you look at him, “you have to tell me when you don’t like something, okay? Red to stop, yellow to slow it down, and green to keep going.” 

You nodded your head, not trusting yourself to speak because you might just moan from how close his body was to you at this moment. 

“No, I need to hear you say that you understand.” 

“Yes, I understand.” You gripped his shirt, pulling him even closer to you. “Now, please, can we continue?” 

Eddie laughed at your eagerness and gave you the go ahead, your lips immediately finding his neck and nibbling on it. You were getting such a rise out of him, he was used to doing all the work.

“Don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Eddie.” Your hand reached for the rubber-band that held his hair in a bun and pulled on it, letting his curly hair flow around him. “Need it down so I can tug on it while you eat my pussy.” 

“Such a filthy mouth,” he led you further into the trailer, right into his room. “Think we need to give you something to occupy it.”

Immediately, you dropped to your knees in front of him. “Please? I’ve always wanted to choke on your cock.”

You reached your hands up and pulled down his overalls, his boxers falling with them. The second his cock sprung up in front of your face, your jaw dropped. His cock was thick: veins running across it, and a red mushroom tip that dripped with precum. You knew that it was going to split your holes open, but you didn’t have an ounce of regret. 

“Holy shit… i-it’s huge!” You didn’t have words, you were too struck by how perfect his cock was. 

“Don’t act so shy now.” Eddie carded a finger through your hair and pulled, angling your head perfect for him. He grabbed his cock and tapped the tip against your lips, smearing some of the precum over them. “Open that mouth up for me, yeah?” 

You opened your mouth, your tongue hanging out, just begging for attention. Eddie slid the tip of his cock over the warm muscle and groaned, the hand in your hair tightening. “Always knew you had such a nice mouth,” he thrusted his cock forward, making you gag and tears brimming your eyes. “Gonna throat train you, make my cock fit perfectly in your throat.”

As you whined around his cock, he brought another hand down and held your head still. “Yeah, stay just like that.” He moved his hips, his cock sliding further down your throat and his balls squishing against your chin. Spit began to form in the corners of your mouth, slowly dripping down your chin and sticking to his heavy balls. Each time you tighten your throat, he groans, his head falling forward to watch you swallow his cock. “Shit, never knew you’d be this cock hungry. You’re just so eager to please me, so eager to get my cock in your wet pussy.”

Eddie was wrong about your pussy being wet. It wasn’t just wet, but soaked. You could feel yourself begin to soak through your panties and into your shorts, ruining your clothes. Having him say such dirty things to you and using your throat as a fleshlight was such a turn on, you couldn’t help it. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes roll in the back of his head and his mouth hanging open, he looked so good from this angle. You moved your hips against the air, looking for some kind of friction. Your whole body ached for an orgasm like never before. 

“Look at you,” he pulled his cock from your throat, your saliva dripping from it. “You aching to be touched?” His hand caressed your cheek before smacking you, making you moan out. “You don’t get anything until I’m done with ruining your throat, got it?”

His cock slammed back into your throat, making tears flow down your cheek as you gag louder than before. “Hold it, you can take this. You wanted it bad, remember?” His fingers came down and plugged your nose. You struggled to breathe and he just smirked down at you. “Having some trouble?”

Your nails raked down his naked thighs, leaving red marks in his wake. Slowly, you could feel your lungs start to burn from the lack of air and just when you thought it was too much, he let your nose go. His cock still rested in your throat and you could feel it twitch and throb against your tongue. 

“Fuck, I’m glad I can finally ruin your throat.” Eddie pulled his cock again, but this time he stepped closer and smashed your mouth against his balls. “But don’t these deserve some attention too?”

Your spit dribbled over the heavy balls, soaking them and making them easier to roll your tongue around. Eddie didn’t know this, but you went weak in the knees for balls. You sucked them into your mouth, gargling around them and trying your best to smirk while he grabbed at your head.

“God damn, that’s a good girl.” He grinded his balls against your mouth, your tongue staying still so he could use you as he pleases.

His balls became sticky as they pressed all over your face, catching on your nose and chin, but you had not a care in the world. It was only making you more soaked being used this way. 

You felt as Eddie’s balls drew up and his cock twitched against his forehead, he was close and excited ran through your body. He pulled your face from his balls and forced your mouth open with his thumb, making sure it was wide enough. “You’re gonna catch every fucking drop.” 

His hand pumped his cock, squeezing at the tip. The muscles of his stomach tightened and his breath for more ragged as thick ropes of cum shot out: your tongue catching all that you could, some hitting your cheeks. “Oh god, yes.” The tip of his cock got more red as more cum shot out, dripping right into your mouth. “So good for me, so fucking good.”

Tightly, his eyes squeezed shut as he kept filming until his balls were almost empty. When he finally opened his eyes back up, he smirked down at you. You swallowed his cum and scooped up what you missed, sucking on your fingers and shoving them down your throat. You were putting on a show for him. 

“You’re a cum hungry slut.” Eddie kicked the clothes that pooled around his ankles to the side and tore off his shirt before helping you stand up. “It’s your turn to get ruined, pretty girl.” He pushed you back on the back, your head flopping into the pillows. 

Eddie didn’t even have time to strip you, you were already sliding your shorts and panties down your legs, your pussy glistening in the sunlight peeking through the windows. You were so soaked that you were dripping down onto the sheets below you, already making a mess. You looked at Eddie, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. He was looking at you like a starving man ready to devour his last meal.

You reached a hand down to play with your swollen clit, but Eddie slapped it away. “This is mine to play with.” He kneeled between your legs and spread your thighs further apart. His thumbs came down and spread your pussy lips apart, your slick stringing between them. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Can’t be the death of you now,” you bucked your hips up, silently begging to be touched. “Haven’t had you inside me yet.”

Soft kisses trailed up one of your thighs before you felt a cold breath fan over your pussy, you clenched around nothing. “O-oh,” you weren’t expecting just that breath to make you feel so good, but you whined out, needing more. 

“Look at you,” Eddie swiped his thumb over your clit, causing your legs to shake some. “So wet and just begging to be touched,” he applied pressure to your clit, making you moan out and flop your head into the pillows. “Begging to be licked.” 

“Please,” you reached down and tried your best to cup the back of his neck. You needed him closer, needed to feel his tongue on you. “I want you to taste me, make me cum.”

Eddie leaned his head down and swiped his tongue over your clit, humming to himself at the taste. “So sweet, knew it would be.” He licked again, this time with more pressure, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. “Want you to make a mess on my tongue, baby.”

Your legs locked around Eddie’s head as he practically dove into your pussy. His tongue swirled around every part of it, the sound of his spit and your wetness almost louder than your moans. 

“H-holy fuck.” Your hands gripped the sheets below you, your body becoming hot with pleasure. “You’re so good, Eddie.” 

Eddie’s moans reverberated through your body, your legs shaking around his hand now. The shaking only got worse when he suckled your swollen clit into your mouth, his teeth gently biting at it. 

Your back arched up, now resting on your elbows to look at him eating you up. The sight before you almost had you cumming in a second. His big brown eyes were looking right at you, they were dark and full of want. You could see his tongue poke out and lick over your clit before sucking it back in his mouth. His fingers were digging into your thighs, keeping them tight around his head to hold his head still.

“Yes! Right there, right there.” Your hips grinding against his mouth, the coil inside of you tightening each second.

For a second, Eddie pulled away from you, unlocking your legs from his head. You went to whine out at the loss of contact, but stopped when he pushed your legs towards your chest, your hips now almost completely off the bed. He leaned down and spit on your puckered hole and you swear you could see stars form behind your eyes. 

“Color?” His thumb swiped over the hole, spreading his spit around. 

“Green, very green.” You moaned loudly as soon as his tongue licked over your soaked hole before sliding the tip of it inside. “E-Eddie!” 

While his tongue was pumping in and out of your ass, two of his rough fingers slid into your welcoming pussy. The curled right up into the spongy spot inside you, pressing on it. Your moans became louder, the coil inside of you finally unraveling. 

Before you felt yourself cum, you heard it. Heard yourself gush over his fingers that were deep inside you and felt yourself clench around them. Your body thrashed around, the feeling of yourself cumming making the hairs on your body stand up. “Yes, yes! Please don’t stop, please.” 

Eddie pulled away from your ass, his fingers inside your pussy only pumping faster. “Yeah? Keep squirting for me. Make a mess.” 

And that you did, below you the sheets were soaked and Eddie’s chest and stomach were covered in it. When you felt his fingers slow down, you finally let out a breath. You’ve squirted before, but never that much. 

“O-oh, my god.” You placed a hand over your face, almost too embarrassed to face him after what you just did. 

You felt Eddie press small kisses up your stomach and between the valley of your chest before he moved your hand from your now very red chest. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He gave you a smirk, trailing the kisses up your cheek to your lips, taking your bottom lip in his before letting it go with a pop. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Are you sure? It was kind of.. a lot.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes, even after he said that it was incredible.

“I’m so sure.” Eddie grabbed your hand and put it right on his cock, it throbbing uncontrollably. “Got me hard again, painfully hard.”

You squeezed your hand and Eddie’s hand gripped your wrist as he bit his lip. “I need to be inside you.” He stripped off his dirty wife beater and threw it somewhere in the room, your shirt quickly following it. 

He flipped you over, your stomach now pressed against the mattress and your ass in the air. You looked over your shoulder and gave Eddie a wink before wiggling your ass, signaling just how ready you were for him and his cock. “Please fuck me, Eddie.”

Not having to be told twice, Eddie got behind you. He grabbed his cock and tapped it against your clit, chuckling behind you when you let out a small whine. Just as you went to open your mouth to beg again, Eddie slid in. Immediately, he bottomed up, his balls finding home right against your clit. The feeling caused your head to fall toward, your face now in the pillows. 

“No, no.” Eddie grabbed you by your hair, forcing your back against his sweaty chest. “Need to hear those pretty noises from your mouth,” his other hand reeled back before smacking your ass, a handprint sure to be visible in the morning. “Got it?”

“Y-yes, I got it.” You grind your hips against him, his cock nudging inside of you. “Feels so good.” 

“Yeah?” He pulls all the way out, his tip the only thing in your pussy before slamming back in, sending your body forward with how much force was behind your thrust. 

“Eddie!” Your throat burned with how loud you screamed his name, almost like you carved it inside your body. 

His hips rocked against yours, his balls squishing against your clit. Your body shook with pleasure, already so close to cumming and losing full control of yourself. 

“Such a good pussy, knew it would just be perfect for my cock.” Both of his hands grabbed at your hips and had you meet his thrusts halfway. “Gonna feel this pussy up, watch as my cum drips out of you.” Eddie leans forward to your ear, his teeth barely catching your earlobe. “Maybe even get you pregnant, can’t let all the cum go to waste.”

“Please, just use me.” At this point you didn’t care what he said, you wanted it all with him. “Want your cum inside me, want to be so full of it.” 

“That’s a good slut, just so eager to do what I want.” 

Each slide of his cock was sending chills up and down your spine, making your body shake. The moans were just spilling out of you now, getting louder each time. 

“This is my pussy now, yeah?” Eddie’s hand came down and spanked you again, your ass rippled under his touch. “I said,” he pulled out before slamming his cock back in, your thighs buckling under you. “Is this my pussy?” 

“Yes!” Your body was on fire, pleasure flooding your nerves endings, “it’s all yours.”

The faster Eddie’s thrust got, the closer you got to cumming. You could tell he was close to, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his hold on your hips becoming tighter. The two of you were moaning in sync, your pussy clenching around his cock and his cock hitting your g-spot. 

Your body slouched forward, the feeling of his cock wrecking you being too much to hold yourself up anymore. 

His arm snaked around your body and found your aching clit, rubbing hard and fast figure 8’s on it. And that’s when it happened, your vision began to blur and your whole body convulsed under his touch. You came around his cock; a silent scream leaving you as your knuckles turned white with the grip you had on the pillows in front of you. Your cum dripped down his cock, the squelching sound becoming louder. 

“Fuck, fuck- I’m cumming, baby.” Eddie’s body fell against your back, his hips now slamming into yours hard enough to leave bruises. Inside you, his cock twitched as he came, painting your insides white. “God damn!”

Your hips grinding against his again until you both stopped cumming, giving you both time to relax. He pulled out and you moaned at the feeling, his cum mixed with yours dripping out of you and down your thighs. 

You reached down and scooped it up before shoving it back inside you, making sure Eddie was watching you, “you said we couldn’t let it go to waste.” 

Behind you, Eddie was resting on his knees with a smirk plastered on his face. “You’re fucking amazing.” You flipped over to lay on your back and he joined you, pulling you close to him. “Always figured you’d be amazing though.”

“Me? Did you see how hard you made me squirt? That’s all you!” You laid your head on his chest and listened to his fast heartbeat, just glad to be this close to him. “What do we do now?” 

“Well, now,” his fingers ran over your back, drawing imaginary shapes, “we relax before going outside to try and find your spark plug that you threw.” 

“Yeah, sorry about that.” You laughed, “didn’t know it would be so easy to get your attention.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Eddie kissed your head, he was being sweet which is a good thing after he just wrecked you inside out. “After we find it, we can come back here for round two, three, four…” 

“Yeah? Sounds good to me.” Your pussy was in for it, but you didn’t care. You were happy to be getting some good dick, especially from Eddie.

tagging: @onehotgreasymechanic @thefreakofhawkins86 @wroteclassicaly @magnoliabutters

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Stable Birth (Co-written with @cassieoz)

One of my favorite birth fic writers around is @cassieoz and she had this delicious Stable Birth idea after reading my story, Farm Life. Here is what her brilliant mind came up with. Hope you guys enjoy this one! cassieoz is such an amazing writer who crafts empowering birth fics and always have incredible fresh new ideas.

Pairings: Original Male Character x Original Female Character

Summary: You've given birth many times before that by your last pregnancy, the baby just slipped out. But sometimes. no matter how many times you've done something in the past, exceptions are bound to happen.

Warnings: MDNI. 18+. Very graphic and sexual birth.

Divider credit @saradika-graphics ❤🙏🏻

I have been working all day avoiding the constant discomfort in my lower back. 

“Hooo…” I let out a breath after a contraction. It’s not gonna take too long now, but I moved on with my tasks anyway, albeit slower than I usually did. I went on to do my chores in the house and take care of my really young children. 

Once I’ve fed and bathed all the kids, I strapped on the youngest one on my back and stepped outside to tend to the animals before I went over to the stables. But as I bent down to scoop up the feeds, I was wracked with a contraction. It was harder and longer than the one before. When it passed, I slowly stood back up and felt another milder contraction creep up. 

I breathed through it. Having done this so many times before, this should be easy, I thought to myself. 

So I went into the stables to clean and feed the horses and that’s when I felt the head slowly descending into my birth canal. The pressure between my legs became almost too much, but I soldiered through and went on feeding the horses while fighting the urge to push, holding off on giving birth until my husband gets home. 

I have been in the stables in the past hour, just finishing up when I suddenly felt the most intense contraction and collapsed among the hay bales. I fought the urge to push, but my body is doing it for me.

–

I find you in the stall struggling to breathe, panting frantically and fighting the strong urge to push. You looked up at me and immediately you reached and clutched my hand tightly, "I think it's time!"

I took the kid off your back and I helped lay you down on the hay. You hiked your skirts up and started pushing until the top of the head peaked through your dripping and puffy folds.

Another contraction hit you and you pushed hard, but the head did not move. You cried out in pain and frustration.

“Why is it not budging?” You cried and the toddler in my arms began to squall so I called out for one of our older children to take the toddler inside.

"Hold my hand and push with all your might. You know that we always have huge babies!" I managed to joke and you let out a weak chuckle through the pain.

Finally, our eldest came running in the stable with one of the younger ones in tow. Our eldest was unfazed but the younger one was horrified by what’s happening. Seeing you in pain lying on the hay, with your big, overdue belly and wet puffy, leaky and barely crowning pussy on display. 

“This one seems to be the biggest yet!” You managed to whimper as you continued to push through the next contraction. 

"Go! Take your little brothers and call your aunt to help with dinner for the others, sweetie! Go now!" I urged our eldest as she picked up the toddler and ran with her youngest siblings back to the house. 

“You have to do something! Help me out!” You pleaded, as you tried lying on your side and holding up one of your legs to the side to give the head more room.

"Listen to me! Just pant so I can check you!"

“Oooh… hurry, it burns! It wants out! But it’s too big!”

You panted, huffed and puffed, fighting the urge to push so I could check on the baby’s head. I inserted a finger to trace around the head and you screamed in pain. So far, after many consecutive births you have not torn anything, but this might just take the cake. 

“The head is too big.” I laughed.

“Oh Christ!” You exclaimed, feeling the pressure mounting again as a contraction hits you. 

I rock you on your side and start to circle your clit vigorously.

“Oooh!” You squealed in surprise. “Mmmm… yeah, keep going.”

I rub faster and harder over your swelling spot and tell you to breathe with the pressure.

I could tell you’re near. You felt your oncoming orgasm climbing up while you continued to pant the head out. More fluids trickle from your puffy folds, both from arousal and from the amniotic sack.

"Good girl!” I cooed, placing a hand on the crest of your big belly, feeling it harden under my palm. “I think it's almost time to push down with the pressure.” I told you, and you nodded as you took a deep breath, preparing for a long and hard push. “Darling, this is the biggest we have so far, it will hurt A LOT. So, hold my free hand and bear down through the contraction, okay?"

You could only nod, already beginning to bear down, your face scrunching, beads of sweat rolling down your face. 

The head begins to slip out slowly, and you let out a long and loud scream. 

"Good girl! Big, huge push! Let it go! Let the head come out! Be as loud as you can!"

I keep rubbing faster and harder. The head is the biggest ever. I need to help you squeeze it out. It's so painful but you can do it! You have done it so many times before.

You are puffing wildly as the orgasmic pressure mixes with the stretching intensity of crowning. You push with it, howling with the burning and throbbing.

The head is stretching you wider and wider. You are slowly losing all control as your body explodes with your first huge orgasm. The head barrels forward but it's not fully crowning yet.

“I-it’s not working…” You trembled weakly, sounding pained. “I don’t think I could do it, you’d have to cut me.” 

"Listen to me! Just listen to my voice and just push with the pressure. Don't think! You will be alright! Just completely let go!"

I continued to rub and circle your clit and moved a hand to squeeze one of your big heavy tits, and stimulate one of your erect nipples with my free hand. 

“Ooooooooohhhhh…” You moaned and groaned, long and hard at the pressure and pleasure.

"Thats it! Scream as loud as you want! Just let the baby go! It's time to bring our next baby out of you! Big, big push!"

“I’m tearing! I’m tearing!” 

"You are not tearing! You are stretching so well. Come on now!"

You are losing all sense of time and reason. All you can feel is the gigantic shape of the head squeezing painfully forward with each massive effort. You can barely breathe but the urge to push is uncontrollable.

The unstoppable need to expel the baby is all you can focus on now. "Good girl! I love it when you reach this point! Birth it! Make it come!"

You feel the overwhelming pressure, pain and pleasure mixing into an almost insurmountable amount. You grabbed one of your leaking breasts, squeezing and rolling a hardened leaking nipple as you panted and pushed.

Sweat ran down your face as you squeezed and pushed, and with a loud moan of pleasure and pain the head finally popped out, fluids gushing as it did.

“Ooooh! Shit! That feels so good.” You breathily said with a smile despite the pain.

The contractions haven't stopped but the release of the head and fluids made it significantly less painful. You breathed deeply as the shoulders rotated and more of the huge baby came forward.

You pushed some more, "Hoooo... ooohhh pull it out already!" You gasped, as I chuckled at your mix of emotions and guided the body out.

"Just a little more," I assured you, "Come on, just one more big push."

"Hhhmmmm..." you moaned and started pushing again, feeling the baby’s really wide shoulders against its enormous body sink against your opening, inching forward a little more.

It was hitting a sweet spot inside you that made you start to moan and whimper louder again. Being already overstimulated, it didn't take long before you once again felt surges of pleasure mounting.

You huffed and puffed and gave one last big push and the baby came surging forward with more birth fluids.

Your entire body shook from such intense orgasm and the sheer exhaustion of trying to birth such a humongous baby that you fell back into the hay, trying to catch your breath. You gave a final, big push that finally frees the entire baby as well as the biggest release of your life.

You came every single time you gave birth, but this was different. This was the biggest baby you’ve birthed and the strongest and biggest orgasm you’ve had ever. 

I, for one thing, already love having lots of babies with you. I love seeing you swell all big and round full of my child, and I love it even more when I help you birth each one of them. You love the experience equally if not more, as you mentioned once that it makes you feel strong and empowered.

That's why you love having lots of babies as it is the marital essence of being a woman and the discovery of the ultimate power of being free!

[strniohoeee]

could you pls write one where matt picks up his girl best friend after she gets stood up on a date? he ends up getting hard from her stort dress when she bends over to pick up her phone that she dropped, she notices and then gives him car head before she rides him in the back. sub matt but gets mad cuz of the teasing and turns dom on her maybe?

Reserve

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N gets stood up on a date, she then calls Matt. He comes to the rescue, and some extra curricular activities take place 😏

Warnings⚠️: This is SMUT babes. Riding, car sex, road head, panties getting shoved in the mouth, sub matt and dom matt….but uhh other than that its sum light😙

Song for the imagine: Lovers Rock- TV Girl

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

I was currently getting ready for a date. I had been talking to this guy for about three weeks before he finally asked me on a date. I was super excited because I really liked the guy we texted everyday and spoke on the phone about every other day

He told me to get ready, and dress nicely because he was taking me to a fancy spot for dinner. This made me super giddy because I had never been on a date to a fancy restaurant. Most guys wanted to either sit in their car, go to their house or eat at a fast food restaurant. But this guy was giving it his all!

I had finished getting ready at about 8, and he asked me to meet him at 8:30 at the place. So I decided to call an Uber, and start heading over to the place

The Uber ride was exactly 30 minutes. Which was perfect I didn’t want to be waiting around like some desperate girl

I went into the restaurant, and didn’t see him, so I figured he was running a few minutes behind. I decided to get a table for us.

After I was seated I texted him.

-hey I’m over by the windows when you first enter. I got a table for us☺️

No response….weird but I figured he was driving still

The waiter came over asking if I wanted a drink, so I ordered something, and still waited for the guy

-hiii not trying to bother you, but we were supposed to meet 15 minutes ago. Are you at another restaurant??

I wondered if maybe we had gone to different places by accident

I had been sitting in the restaurant for 45 minutes. Waiting for this idiot while also looking like an idiot….god how embarrassing

I had told the waiter I wanted the check for my drink, and after getting it I paid, and sat at the table a little longer

-you know if you didn’t want to go on this date you could’ve just told me. Instead of making me come out here like an idiot

I hit send, and the chat bubble turned green….what a fucking dick he blocked me?!

I just rolled my eyes, and exhaled deeply. I was also planning on riding back to his house or mine after the date,so now I had to find a ride home again

I decided to call Matt before I had a mental breakdown. It rang three times before he picked up

“Hey” he said lowly

“Hey Matt” I said back

“Where are you?” He asked me

“I’m over at ‘Tony’s on the water’” I said back

“Oh for that date!” He said perking up

“Yeah….” I said sounding upset

“What’s going on?” He asked me

“Fucking asshole stood me up, and then blocked me after I’d been sitting here for 45 minutes” I said scoffing

“What a fucking dick. Send me your location I’ll pick you up” he said

“No you don’t have to. I can Uber home” I told him

“No don’t worry I’ll come get you” he said

We hung up and I sent him my address. I was sitting outside when I saw Matt pull up

“Pretty lady sitting alone. Come here” he said rolling down the windows

I rolled my eyes, and laughed at him. Getting up and going to walk to the car. Suddenly I heard a thump and looked behind me, I looked behind me, and saw I dropped my phone

I turned around and bent over mindlessly picking up my phone. Honestly forgetting I had a short dress on, and I’m pretty sure I just flashed Matt

Unbeknown to Y/N, she did indeed flash Matt, and he got a perfect view of her pussy covered in white lace underwear. His cock immediately started to stiffen. He tried to adjust himself as y/n walked to the car opening the passenger side door

“My knight in shining armor, thank you for saving me” I told him sitting in his car

“I told you! I’m always one call away. I got you whenever you need me” he said checking his blind spot before driving off

“Can’t believe that guy. To ask me on the date, and then ghost me, and then BLOCK me” I said disbelieved

“Honestly fuck him, he couldn’t handle all you anyways” he said giving me a once over

“What do you mean by that” I said laughing

“You radiate powerful energy, and you’re a bad fucking bitch. He could not handle all of that” Matt said winking at me

“Ohhh tell us how you really feel” I said back blushing slightly

“That dress looks really nice on you” Matt said, looking at me again, and slightly readjusting himself. My eyes followed his hands, and saw a bulge

“Do you have fucking boner” I said with my mouth falling slack

“I can’t help myself you looked so fucking hot bending over. Shit went straight to my dick” he said pulling his sweats down a bit

“I gave thee Matt Sturniolo a boner” I said acting fake shocked

“Yeah you fucking did” he said looking at me

“Want me to help you?” I asked batting my lashes

“You’d do that?” He asked looking at me with droopy eyes

“I’d do whatever you’d like” I said seductively

“Fuck….go right ahead then” he said leaning back and steering the car with his left hand only

I leaned over slightly palming his dick through his sweatpants. He moaned at this slightly turning his head a little bit

“Does Matty like that?” I asked looking up at him

“I do, but I’d like it better if you used that pretty mouth of yours” he said looking down at me

“Eyes on the road pretty boy, and I’ll do whatever you want” I said, his eyes snapped back to the road, and I slowly pulled his dick out

I started to kitten lick the tip, and blowing air on his dick

“Come on stop teasing” he said patting my head

“Shhh” I said before taking his whole dick into my mouth at once

“OH FUCK” he yelled out

I started to bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue on his dick, and coming back up to suck the tip

“Oh my god” he said breathing heavily

I removed my mouth and started to jerk him off

“What do I get” I said looking up at him through my lashes

“What do you want?” He asked

“I want to ride your dick in the back seat, and have you take it like a good boy” I said squeezing his tip causing him to shudder

“Fuck yes yes please” he said thrusting up into my hand

Matt had found a secluded parking lot. He went all the way to a dark corner, and threw the car in park

“To the back now” he said

We both got to the back seat. matt laying down and me on top of him

“Look at my good little boy, so ready and needy for me” I said caressing his face

“Always. I’m always ready for you” he said with puppy dog eyes

Matt pulled his pants down to knee length, and I lifted my dress up slipping my panties off

I slowly started to stroke his dick. At an agonizingly slow pace

“Please stop teasing” he said whimpering

“Stop acting like a bitch in heat” I told him

“Fuck I love when you talk to me like that” he said with his brows furrowed

I slowly got on top of him, letting my wet cunt glide across his dick

“Oh Matt, you feel so good. I might just do this and cum all over you” I said throwing my head back

“No I fucking need to fuck you” he said gripping my hips

“Mmm but these feels so much better” I said grinding a little harder

“Stop fucking teasing” he said smacking my ass

I slowly got off of him, and grabbed his dick lining it up with my entrance, and slowly going down on him

“I said stop fucking teasing” he said through gritted teeth

This only made me go down slower

“I can play this game with you” I said as I kept sinking down

“Come on PLEASE” he said

I finally sunk all the way down onto him. We both moaned at this feeling, and then I started to bounce on Matt’s dick

“Fuck Matt oh my god” I said bouncing on him hard and fast

“Fuck fuck fuck” he said tensing up

I slowly transitioned into grinding on him which allowed my pussy to clench down on him at different angles

“Fuck that feels so good” he said licking his lips

I immediately stopped, and started to rub my clit

“Oh this feels so much better. Rubbing my clit while you’re just in me” I said throwing my head back

“Stop it y/n” he warned

“Oh but Matt this feels so fucking good” I said rubbing faster

“You don’t learn do you” he said, and swiftly grabbed me and sat up

Matt lifted me a little bit as he pounded up into me

“FUCK FUCK” I screamed gripping onto his hair

“Now you’ll learn to not tease me” he said pounding up into me at an ungodly speed

“OH MY FUCKING GOD” I shrieked. His dick was hitting all the right places, and I was seeing stars

“Shut up” he said as he grabbed my white lace thong and shoved it into my mouth

I moaned at this allowed my head to fall towards him

“Fuck your pussy takes me so well” he said still pounding into me and smacking my ass

“MMMMM” I moaned, but it was muffled by my underwear being in my mouth

“You gonna cum” he asked in the most smug way possible

I nodded my head furiously. I’m not sure how Matt got us into this position but he did. He leaned me back so my back was digging into the back of the middle console, and then he was kind of lifted off the seat, and fucking into me in such a delicious way

He licked his thumb and brought it down to my clit rubbing hard

“MMMMMM” was all that could be heard as my head fell back and I gripped onto the car seats

“Take it! Take it bitch and cum on this cock” he said pounding into me relentlessly

He rubbed harder, and I immediately saw stars I clenched down onto Matt’s cock as I came. My upper bed came up and my whole body started to shake while my eyes rolled to the back of my head

Matt immediately pulled out, and came all over my stomach. He was whispering fucks as he looked into my eyes. Painting my body with his cum

We were both breathing heavy as we got back up and repositioned ourselves more comfortably

He wiped me clean with a shirt he had in the back seat, and pulled the underwear out of my mouth. Putting them in his pocket

“Excuse me” I said out of breath

“I need a souvenir” he said smirking

“Those were my favorite” I said pouting

“I’ll buy you more” he said kissing me

“Fine” I said kissing him back

“We can go tomorrow. I’ll take you out on a real date like a true gentleman” he said adjusting his sweatpants

“Sounds good to me” I said pulling my hair out of my face

“Good, now let’s get you home” he said helping me to the front

“Spend the night with me” I told him

“Let me check my schedule….maybe I can make it happen” he said rubbing his chin

“You’re such a dork” I said rolling my eyes at him

“But I’m your dork,” he said, putting the car in drive and taking off.

The End

Once again I hope you enjoyed, and for whoever requested this I hope you loved it 🥰🥰🥰

-J💅🏽

[mousy-nona]

Possible prompt: tails? Lucifer finds out Alastor has a tiny deer tail (as the fandom envisions) while Alastor finds out he likes playing with Lucifer's sharp tail (in his transformed state - not to mention, the black tail with the red heart is Alastor's colours lol)

“Gerroff,” Alastor growled. 

They’d been fighting. Again. It happened so often that the rest of the hotel had long given up doing anything about it, treating them like two overactive toddlers before nap time. Let them tire themselves out. They'll get bored eventually.

Except Lucifer and Alastor were decidedly not toddlers, and their brawls usually ended up in someone – or something – getting hurt. 

This time, Lucifer had accidentally launched himself at Alastor hard enough to send them both tumbling over the railing from the top floor. He’d transformed at the last second, his wings creating enough of a drag so they didn’t break the floor of the hotel. 

But the sudden movement caused them to flip over in midair, and Lucifer found himself cushioning Alastor’s fall with his own body. 

“Ouch!” 

His roar of pain was deafening. Alastor winced, his sensitive ears twitching. 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he scowled. 

“When you stop being such an asshole,” Lucifer hissed back, rubbing his sore bottom. 

Alastor rolled his eyes. “You didn’t make this much of a fuss when I blasted you into the Greed ring.” 

“Well, I landed on my tail this time,” Lucifer said crossly. “Don’t you know you never mess with a man’s tail? What kind of savage are you?” He sighed, shaking his head at him pityingly. “I guess I can’t expect too much out of someone who doesn’t have one.” 

Alastor snorted. “And what makes you think I don’t?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened. The slightest hint of a blush rose across his pale face. “You have a tail?” Is it fluffy?

“I’m a deer, my dear. Of course I have a tail.”

Lucifer gasped, then winced as his own tail perked up in excitement, accidentally tugging at the spot he’d landed on. Alastor’s gaze flicked to his ass. 

“It does look a little bent,” he admitted. One of his claws reached out and trailed gently across the pitch black line, starting from the sore spot and ending at the heart. Lucifer shivered, the hyper-sensitive skin sending sparks of something up and down his body. 

“Who told you you could touch it?” He asked, his voice pitched embarrassingly high. 

Alastor’s hand stilled. “My apologies. I thought you might want some help straightening it out.” 

“I didn’t mean – it’s fine.” A strange thought suddenly occurred to him, and before he knew it, his mouth was moving before his brain could catch up. “Since you touched mine, can I touch yours?”

Alastor cocked his head, considering this for a moment. Just as Lucifer was about to take it back and claim temporary insanity, he nodded and held out his hand. “An acceptable deal. Shall we shake on it?” 

Lucifer took his hand – and suddenly, the world blurred. He found himself unceremoniously thrown off of Alastor. He started protesting, but immediately cut himself off when the tall demon stood and started shedding his coat.

He gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. “What are you doing?”

Alastor looked at him strangely. “Showing you my tail. Surely you won’t be able to reach it with this old thing in the way?’

Two strong forearms, scarred and slim and strong, appeared from underneath the coat. As Alastor neatly folded it and placed it on the couch, the thin fabric of his shirt twisted and flexed, revealing the powerful, slender form hiding underneath. 

Then Alastor turned around, and Lucifer gasped.

“Oh my god it’s so fluffy!” He squealed, sounding exactly like his daughter. Alastor even glanced around nervously, checking to make sure Charlie hadn’t somehow snuck in while he’d been distracted. 

“There will be no tail-touching for you if you don’t calm down this instant,” he frowned. 

Lucifer forced himself to sit still. “I’m calm, I’m calm.”

Alastor cast a suspicious glance at him, but sighed and crooked his finger forward. “Well, come on then.” 

The first touch was heavenly. The little puffball stuck on Alastor’s behind was even softer than he’d imagined, like rabbit’s fur mixed with fresh-fallen snow. It was sensitive too, twitching with every soft stroke. He was so focused on patting it he didn’t even notice Alastor was getting near his tail until he’d pinched the end of it between his claws, hard. 

“Hey!” He yowled. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

He flashed his trademark grin. “That was the deal, my dear. I touch yours, you touch mine. And can you blame me? You have quite the fascinating specimen back here. I haven’t seen anything like it.”

The unexpected compliment brought an alarming amount of heat to his cheeks. “Yours isn’t so bad, either.” 

And Lucifer added two things to his list of things he knew about Alastor that day: Alastor’s tail was adorable enough to make a baby bunny rabbit jealous, and he made some very interesting sounds when it was touched.

It was, all things considered, a fine day.

[satangcrush]

break it down, mc!

✦ PAIRING: all brothers & reader ✦ SUMMARY: g!n reader, my rewrite on how Lesson 16 should have gone down (kinda angst) ✦ WC: 1.3k

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“MC-”

“I want to meet Belphegor.”

Diavolo opened his mouth to protest but met eyes with Barbatos who shook his head slightly in response. 

“...Alright.”

The haggard expression on MC’s face surprised Diavolo and he took notice of Barbatos’s blazer covering the front of MC’s body. He had an inkling that something major had happened, and he felt disturbed by that fact.

“Solomon, you stay here. This is a matter involving the brothers and me.”

Solomon quirked an eyebrow at MC’s expression which seemed like they had eaten a sour fruit, and their hands that seemed to be quivering. He finally landed on a response that seemed okay to say. 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright then. I’ll wait here for you.”

“Thank you.” MC muttered out in response and turned to walk. There was no sound of footsteps behind them.

“Is nobody going to lead the way?”

Satan could practically feel the green aura radiating off MC. He had never seen them this angry before. MC was always kind and mellow. Although they had gotten angry a couple of times, the wrath felt from them back then was incomparable to the MC in front of him. 

He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it. Even to the blind, the wrath radiating off MC was palpable, there was no need to mention it out loud. The question of what happened was on everyone’s mind.

The silence was deafening and nobody dared to speak what was on their mind. The walk to the cell felt excruciating and finally, the prison door came into view.

“Open the door.”

Barbatos paused in his movement and questioned.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t worry. If I wasn’t sure that Belphegor wasn’t a threat, I wouldn’t have made my way down here.”

Barbatos then turned to look at Diavolo for confirmation who nodded in response. The prison cell opened with a screeching noise.

Belphegor was still sleeping.

“Wake up.”

“Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor. Wake up now.”

He finally shook awake and met the stares of everyone.

MC bent down to eye level. For some reason, Belphegor could not utter a word to their face.

“I met Lilith.”

“What?”

“I met Lilith. She gave me her powers.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that-”

MC shrugged off the blazer which had been covering the front of their body.

“I was also the one who opened the attic door, with Lilith’s blessing.”

Belphegor’s eyes instantly zeroed on the wound on MC’s chest.

Blood…

“You did this.” There was only finality in their tone.

Without a hint of doubt, Belphegor had already came to that conclusion by himself. His eyes widened and his mouth started to open around an apology.

“I don’t blame you.”

“You… don’t blame me?” His voice was wavering and he stuttered, eyes darting to find any indication of lie in MC’s eyes. 

MC suddenly stood up and there was a gasp in the silence that followed.

“M-MC, y-your chest-”

Mammon said, already ready to dash over to MC to check on the wound.

“Stay.”

There was no power and no invocation behind the word, yet Mammon felt compiled to stay rooted to the spot.

“Your leader failed you.”

Diavolo's eyes widened in shock.

“Lucifer failed you too.”

Lucifer couldn’t say anything because he knew that MC was right.

“However, I still don’t forgive you. I recognise the circumstances that led to this. But… I can’t forgive you. Not for my sake.”

“Diavolo shouldn’t have just shut you down without hearing you out. This kind of management will only breed contempt and in the long run, who would trust a leader that does not listen to their people?”

“Lucifer should have talked to you, you trusted him to help you out. He shouldn’t have forced you to be locked up. In the end, the outcome turned out the same. You still ended up here for treason.”

After speaking so much, MC suddenly paused and a wave of exhaustion suddenly seemed to hit them.

I’m tired. Why do I have to constantly forgive and be okay with it?

“I’m tired. I’m tired of everything. I didn’t consent to being sent down to the Devildom. I hate being in survival mode. I hate that things were finally looking up for me and then I was sent here and it restarted everything. Every single one of you guys are assholes. I hate the fact that I could die at any moment at just the whim of anything. I hate being threatened for every small single thing I did. Goddamnit. I hate feeling like this and walking on eggshells every single minute. I didn’t even want to be part of this. I just wanted to mind my own fucking business and survive the year but I was practically forced to help. I didnt want to help anyone when I can’t even help myself.”

The brothers listened in complete silence and MC could practically feel the guilt radiating off them but you didn’t care. The brothers already knew that MC was dealing with so much of their family problems but none of them had stopped to think about the burden it had been to MC. The brothers began feeling even guilter as they noticed MC rubbing their eyes to stop the angry tears from leaking out.

MC continued to furiously rubbed their eyes before suddenly turning to address Diavolo.

“Are you going to kill me for treason too?”

“What? No!” 

“Okay, then release Belphegor.”

“He tried to kill you.”

“He tried to, in another timeline. Not this. So it doesn’t count. The only thing he did was to speak out in opposition to your orders in this reality. If I am not getting convicted of treason, neither should he. Besides, I found out who opened the door, which means to say I upheld our deal.”

“...Alright.”

“Let’s go back up. It’s depressing to stay here.” And with that, MC turned to leave.

No one stopped you but they took a second before trailing behind you.

MC took out their D.D.D.

[MC: Can I stay at Purgatory Hall for a while?]

The text bubble appeared and disappeared a couple of times before MC received a reply.

[Solomon: I’ll let Simeon and Luke know. Would you require anything special?]

[MC: Could you please let Simeon know that I require his healing power? Nothing major, just a surface-level wound but currently, I would feel better if Simeon healed me.]

The message was quickly read but no reply came after a few seconds so MC put the D.D.D back into their pocket.

On the walk back up, Barbatos quietly caught up to MC.

“We will provide medical attention for you once we are back up.” MC just shook their head slightly and continued walking without a single word.

Once up, Barbatos tried to gently direct MC away to provide medical attention but they stood rooted to the spot.

“I want to stay at Purgatory Hall.” It wasn’t much of a question but the daring look in MC’s eyes seemed to challenge anyone who would oppose to their request.

“Of course, we will prepare the amenities for your stay there.” Diavolo seemed like he was expecting this and he gestured for Barbatos to leave you alone.

“...Thank you.” You hadn’t expect them to reject your request but you still felt a sigh of relief when it was granted. It seemed like you really needed a break.

“I’ll leave first.” You turned to leave to find Solomon in the foyer but after a couple of steps, you hesitantly turned back.

“Lucifer. Please talk with Belphegor about Lilith and everything else. No more hiding things between brothers.”

“Lord Diavolo, I am sorry about speaking out of turn and I will send you a report detailing the experience of the other timeline as soon as I can.” Even in times like this, you were still ever so cool-headed and calm about everything.

With that said, you walked off quickly to the foyer to find Solomon.

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a/n▸ hello obey me fandom, this is my offering (aka word vomit that i wrote in an hr because i was so pissed at everyone in the game). for context, it happened a little differently from the OG game. in this particular piece, MC asked for more time to prepare before going into the alternate reality and asked solomon for help to borrow his magic powers and learnt how to cast a invisibility spell. as MC is a beginner in magic, solomon taught them a basic invisibility spell lasting only 15 minutes which unfortunately disappeared at the exact moment MC had to call belphie to get out of the room, which ended up in them still fighting but as MC managed to cast a invisibility spell, they only ended up with a surface-level wound, and this fic details the time after they came back from that timeline!!!! (why did no one give mc time to prepare lol, belphie wld still be in jail either way but mc cld hv been more prepared and had a better chance of standing up to belphie) (also this is not proofread at all as i rambled on this post and this is my first writing piece in like many years so lolz!) most probably will rewrite this in the future

[wecanbe-heroes]

Astarion x reader, gn!tav

Requested by a member of the bg3 discord I am in. Tav uses disguise self to show Astarion his reflection. 1.1k words. Short and teasingly sweet.

“Damn this blasted thing!” You hear glass shatter and lean up out of your bedroll, glancing in the direction of the sound. A pale figure stands outside his tent, a broken mirror at his feet. The other people in your camp side eye him before going back to their business, but you rise to your feet.

“What’s going on over here?” You ask gently as you approach, careful to avoid any glass on the ground.

Astarion whirls around to face you, a brief look of anger then shock. “Hello, darling.” His face is a mask of cool now, his lips poised in his signature smirk. “Silly me just dropped my mirror.” He bent to pick it up and a couple extra pieces of glass clatter to the dirt.

“I thought vampires couldn’t see their reflection?” You already know the answer, but ask anyway. This earns a sigh and Astarion looks at the mirror.

“Yes, this is true. A part of me keeps checking though.” He twirls it in his hands for a moment before placing it back on the stool by his tent. “If this wretched tadpole can make me walk in the sun again, I thought it might let me see myself again.” There is a yearning in his voice and you realize it has been over 200 years since the elf has seen his reflection.

“So you’ve never had a portrait made or anything?” You tilt your head slightly to the left.

“Ha! As if Cazador would allow that.” He scoffs and waves a hand. “No, I have no memory before being turned. All I know is what people have told me. White hair, vampire red eyes. Beauty to rival a god.” His smirk widens and he winks at you. You can’t help the faint flush that rises to your cheeks at his flirtations. While perhaps exaggerated, he is quite beautiful.

“I wish I could paint a portrait of you, Astarion. You deserve to see yourself truly.” You sigh. Artistic talent never found its way to you, your hands not built for the finer arts.

“That is quite alright my sweet.” His eyes soften for a moment. Unknownst to you, he is taken aback by your offer. No one has ever cared enough about his vanity, his desire to know how he appears to others, to offer to paint him. He jerks back as you suddenly gasp and clap your hands together.

“I can do something better than a portrait!” How could you forget? You run back to your bags, rummaging through them. You picked up a scroll a few days ago that might be just what you need. Finally, you find the scroll you are looking for. 

"What have you got there?" Astarion's voice holds a hint of wary, trust still hard for him. You give him a smirk and unfurl the scroll.

"It's been awhile since I've cast this spell so I'm studying it." You crack your knuckles and neck, studying the spell. It's not something you keep prepared and you're glad you picked this up in the abandoned house you went through earlier. Astarion steps back and you wave him forward. "Don't worry, it's not a spell for you. It's for me." You reassure him and stand to your full height. You study his features for awhile, long enough he begins to look uncomfortable under your scrutiny. You want to get this right, show him an as exact replica as you can.

"Alright here we go." You give yourself a shake and then begin casting. Magic sparks from your fingers as you wave them around your body. Tingles and light shocks spread across your skin as it changes. The spell is quick and basically painless, more of an itch as it adds an illusion over your body. Your camp clothes disappear, replaced by Astarion's leather pants and ruffled shirt. It's a bit weird, seeing the illusion take over but still feeling your normal look. Within a couple seconds, you are now standing eye to eye with the vampire. His eyes are wide, mouth slightly agape. You have never seen him flustered like this. "Well, what do you think?" You hold your arms out, pale skin gleaming the same as his. You don't feel the elongated canines in your mouth, but you know they are there when his eyes flicker to your mouth when you speak, giving him a smirk mirroring his own.

"My my, I am as handsome as I thought." His jokes armor against his own sensitivity. In truth, his hands are shaking and eyes keep jumping to different parts of you. You give him a slow turn to get the full view. Then you step forward, close enough your boots are nearly touching his. "Those eyes, my eyes. So red." He sneers at the sight. You wonder what color they were before he was turned. A shade of hazel or brown would be staggering, though he likely had a shade of blue as most high elves have. The red is piercing is he studies your face, his face. Drinking you in to burn forever in his memory. You reach up to his face, fingers ghosting the skin. Not touching him, but longing to. 

"I'm not sure if I got the laugh lines right." You say breathlessly, trying to ease the sudden tension. Astarion scoffs and rolls his eyes, you ignore the slight glisten in them to save his pride.

"I am an immortal being, I do not have laugh lines!" He moves away from you, smoothing the creases around his mouth. As you give a soft chuckle, the spell begins to fade. That itching tingle spreads across your body once more and then you are back to normal you.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you more. Maybe we can commision a portrait once we get to the city?" You suggest, though you're not sure if your team will make it to Baldur's Gate let alone have time for such a thing. 

"No apologies, darling. You have given me enough." He gets far off look on his face before he takes your hand in his, a rare display of affection. "Thank you." He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before he retreats back into his tent. You stand there for a moment in awe before picking up the broken mirror and the glass pieces. A quick mending cantrip and it looks brand new. You place it on the stool outside his tent before going back to your bedroll. The spot on your hand that he kissed phantomly burns as you fall to sleep, dreaming of soft red eyes. 

[nerissavenus]

Lilies by NerissaVenus

Toto has a heartfelt talk with his daughter about her mother and how much she loved her.

Never would he forget such a magnificent woman.

Enjoy,

Nerissa x

The sound of a clatter startled Toto from his sleep. He got up quickly, throwing on his housecoat and rushing out his bedroom into the dark hallway.

His heart raced as he thought of the possibility of an intruder in his house - his house that housed both him and his daughter.

Stopping just before he reached the kitchen, he grabbed the vase of fresh lilies off the table. Taking a deep breath he crept into the dimly lit kitchen, raising the vase only to stop suddenly at the sight of his daughter on the floor trying to quickly clean up the cereal that was everywhere.

Singing in relief, he placed the vase on the counter and bent down to help his daughter. “Lily,” he spoke, causing her to look up at him with familiar green eyes that never failed to drive a stake through his heart. “What are you doing, Kleine Blume?”

She quickly stood up, all the cereal back in the bowl. “Getting cereal, Papa.”

He rose from the floor, taking the bowl and placing it on the counter. “Yes, I can see that, but why?” He placed her on one of the stools, checking her over to make sure she had no injuries, “why didn’t you come to me and ask for me to get you something?”

Lily blushed and looked down, refusing to make eye contact.

“Come on, Kleine Blume, tell me, it’s okay. I promise.” Reassured Toto, raking his hands through her dark hair.

“I can’t tell you,” she whispered, playing with her fingers.

“You can. You can tell me anything. I want be mad.”

As soon as she looked up, meeting his eyes, her own filled with tears and she broke; a flood incoming. “I’m sorry, Papa. I’m horrible — so horrible.”

“No,no, Kleine Blume. You could never do anything wrong.” Said Toto, bringing her into his arms, pressing a kiss on the crown of her head.

“I just didn’t want to bother you,” Lily said, muffled from her place in his arms.

Toto moved backwards and cradled her head in his hands and spoke very seriously, “You, my darling girl, could never bother me.”

“But,” she started helplessly, “You already do so much — all on your own.”

Suddenly something within Toto clicked and he sighed sadly, gathering his daughter in his arms and moving to the lounge to sit comfortably on the couch together.

“Lily,” he said, staring at her - his little girl, the only thing he had left of you. “I don’t do anything on my own. Your Mama is here,” he placed one hand over her heart and the other on his, “We are never alone. She is always here and she would hate for you to think any differently.”

“Yeah, but it’s my fault.” Sobbed Lily, burying her face into her hands, years of unnecessary guilt coming out.

“No.” He said firmly, taking her hands in his and wiping her tears, “There’s was no way of knowing that there would be complications. Your mother brought you into this world fighting and you want to know what she said to me?” Lily nodded with curious eyes, “she said ‘Our daughter will be the most important treasure you’ll ever have, Torger. No matter what happens, let her know that I love her — love her more than anything in this world - this universe.’ She knew if it came down to you or her, she would choose you every time. And do you know why?” She shook her head in a daze at hearing about how much her mother loved her, “Because you are worth more than the stars in the sky. To us, Kleine Blume, you are priceless.”

He sat with her in his arms for a couple of minutes before making his decision. “One minute.”

He rummaged around his office for the familiar orange box and once he found it, he made his way back down stairs.

Sitting back down, he opened the box carefully and picked up a sealed letter in the green envelope.

“This,” he said, placing the envelope in Lily’s hands, “is a letter from your mother. She made thirty in case anything happens — that’s how much she loved you. She was so… afraid that you would never know her or worse: hate her.”

“Hate her?!” Yelled Lily in surprise, “I could never — she’s my Mama.”

Toto chuckled lightly, remembering his wife - you - fondly, and tucked a stray curl behind Lily’s ear, “Yes, your Mama was quite an over thinker.” He gave her a pointed look and she flushed at the idea of having something in common with the woman she loved but never met.

“You are so like her.” He said, pain lacing his tone, eyes full of love and heartbreak, “You have her eyes that shined and made everyone instantly fall in love with her. You also have her smile that could charm anyone. And not just that, you have her kindness; she could see the best in people, even when they themselves could not.” He stared at his daughter with a melancholy smile, reminiscing the memory of you, “You’re much more alike than you think.”

It was silent for a while until Lily had the courage to speak, “I wish I could have met her.”

“Me too, Kleine Blume, me too, she was… wonderful, brilliant, everything good wrapped up into one.” There weren’t enough words to describe you, you were something beyond comprehension — you were too bright for something as frivolous as words. “She picked your name, though it was a no brainer.”

Lily smiled brightly, “Yeah, you’ve said before. Her favourite flowers were lilies.” Some would say it’s cliche, but to Lily it meant the world to know that something her mother held close to her heart and loved was given to her — a token of her love.

“You’ll always have her with you, Lily. She’d want you to know how much you’re loved.” Choked Toto, the thoughts of his wife louder than ever, looking at her spitting image.

“Thanks Papa.” She said, leaning in to give him a big hug.

“Of course, my lily-flower.”

[nyx-umbrakinesis]

Imagine you are laying in bed with Vox and you know he is charging/asleep and you are trying to do your walk of shame/pride and you pull out your phone to call for an Uber/taxi and when you look at your screen it Vox going "Baby come back to bed"

This ended up nsfw lmao Vox x Reader, CW: vagina fingering, and p in V sex.

You slide out of bed, looking over your shoulder to make sure Vox's screen is still dimmed and his eyes shut.

Quickly gathering your clothes and heading out through the hauntingly quiet halls of VoxTek, footsteps echoing as you scramble to call your ride.

Fuck you knew it was a mistake to sleep with your boss, fuck fuck fuck, what were you going to do? What was he going to do? Fire you? Maybe you should quit.

Your mind whirrs as you get in your ride... Odd you hadn't called for a limousine but you checked the name with the driver and he said something about an upgrade so you shrugged assuming other drivers were too busy or something.

You get in and start doomscrolling your phone to try and calm your nerves, fidgeting slightly as you feel Vox's cum trickling from you, fuck you'd forgot your panties, adjusting your skirt uncomfortably, glad of the privacy screen you look back at your phone and yelp nearly dropping it and Vox's face appears on the screen.

Vox: "Babydoll what are you doing? You should come back to bed."

His voice is so assured you almost agree, he always had something about him that mad you want to agree to anything his said, despite your own self imposed rules about not getting attached to folk down here and only having one night stands.

You: "Sorry sir, this was a mistake, we shouldn't... Won't be doing this again... I understand I need to look for a new job tomorrow."

Vox's face frowns, and you sigh with relief thinking he's going to agree but you shriek when suddenly with a bolt and a zap to your hand he's suddenly sat beside you, having travelled through your phone.

You blush in mortification as he's still utterly bare.

You: "S-Sir... -"

Vox: "Oh no Doll, I've found something I like, and I don't give up my toys so easily, so I'm going to convince you to come back with me now, and you're going to be a good little Doll and TRUST me."

Blinking as you feel slightly dizzy, you whimper as you feel his hand sliding up your thigh, and your body is oddly limp as he spreads you open without resistance, hiking your skirt around your waist, his eyes glued to the sight of his cum dripping out of you.

Vox: "Fuck Babydoll, that's so hot. Just waiting for me really weren't you, left me a parting gift and everything."

You: "I-I never do more than one night stands."

Vox: "That's because you've always been mine, and those other idiots were too dumb to chase soothing so damn perfect."

You can't respond as his tongue eases inside your mouth and his fingers start sliding through your folds simultaneously. You hips buck and a needy whine escapes your lips.

Vox: "Now let's see how much convincing you need to come back and stay."

Your hips arch and your chest strains as he rubs teasing circles around your clit.

You: "Vox..."

Vox: "That's right Babydoll, thays exactly how you should be saying my name."

Vox keeps rubbing you, his mouth marking your shoulder as the shoulder on your shirt is ripped, but you can't think, can't mind it as he drives you closer and closer to your peak.

The squelch of his fingers sliding into you is embarrassingly loud and he chuckles against your neck, which is bent at such an odd but accommodating angle.

Your moans increase as his fingers fucks you more relentlessly now, your clit feeling puffy and swollen as his thumb doesn't stop tormenting it too.

You hand grabs his wrist for grounding and you feel the flex of his tendons and muscles at work as he drives his digits deep inside you.

You : "Oh fuck."

Vox: "Don't worry, Doll, we will, again."

Your other hand is grabbed and placed right on his hard cock, the rigid member throbbing in your grasp and you cry out as your fall apart all over Vox's fingers.

Twitching and spasming, you swear you hear him gasp as the grip of your hand on his cock matches that of your cunt on his fingers.

Vox: "Perfect little Doll, now you're coming home with me aren't you, and you're going to be a good Toy and not leave."

Absently you nod, and don't even notice as you end up within moments on a plush bed, clothing shredded, and crying out his name once more as his cock starts fucking his own cum even deeper inside you.

Vox: "Trust me, Babydoll, you're staying right here where you belong... Mine."

*The driver had been hired by Vox and was literally circling the streets, that's why they never arrived anywhere 😂

[laurentidal]

You Can Watch

Mr. Hampton was not a paranoid man. He was just watchful. He always had his eyes on everyone and everything. That way no one could get the better of him. However, as he got older, he couldn't keep watch over everything and still complete all the daily tasks he needed to complete around his house. He needed help.

Enter Emily. She was a maid with a service that had come highly recommended. And Mr. Hampton made sure of that. No one was going to swindle him, and so every person he did business with was thoroughly researched before hand. Finally, after a week of checking job review sites and calling old clients, he decided that Milly Maids was acceptable.

Emily's first shift was a Saturday afternoon. When she arrived, he let her in with a gruff hello. She sat on the couch opposite from his armchair as he explained the rules of her employment. She was to clean the house top to bottom each Saturday. That included laundry and dishes. She agreed happily, stating that many clients request similar services. He also told her that he was a cautious man and that he'd be checking up on her. It was nothing against her, but he needed to be absolutely sure no jobs were being missed and no property was being stolen.

She smiled. "Don't worry. I don't mind if you want to watch."

He grew flustered at her comment and cut his speech short. He waved her off to go start her work and she accepted her dismissal with grace. He glanced over as she began to wipe down the dining room table. Of course she started in the room with the good silverware! But as she leaned over the table, his mind turned to other things.

She had enormous breasts. Large and round and pendulous. And judging by the way they moved and the visible points of her nipples, they were braless. He immediately began to stiffen in his trousers. He couldn't keep his eyes off the motion of them as her arm wiped the wooden surface left and right and left and right and…

"Like what you see?"

He jumped in his seat and his eyes leapt back to hers. "Excuse me?" he asked as his entire face turned red.

"The table. Is it clean to your standards?"

His embarrassment abated slightly. "Oh yes. Yes. All in order."

"Good. I'm happy you're pleased."

Next she bent over the kitchen counter and began to scrub that. His eyes now focused on her full round ass. She wiggled is as she worked, humming a light tune to herself. He felt as if he were sinking into the chair as he watched her move. Graceful. Purposeful. Rhythmic. She must move her body just as well when she rode a hard cock.

His own was visibly tenting his pants, now. He didn't even think to hide it as she continued her work. In fact, as he stared, his hand absently began to rub at the bulge. Then she turned suddenly and looked back at him. She smiled warmly and nodded her approval.

"I told you that you can watch," she said, blowing him a kiss. His mind seemed sluggish and molten. He knew something wasn't quite right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He knew what he could put his fingers on, though. And her comment was all the permission he needed to unzip and take his hard shaft in his hand.

"Tits or ass, Mr. Hampton?" she asked.

"Tits," he replied as he began to stroke right there in front of her. She nodded and went back to cleaning facing toward him so he could see what he desired. They jiggled and swayed and he pumped and gyrated. And finally, she looked him in the eye and winked. Cum erupted from his cock, painting his own face and chest. He barely reacted to it. His hand fell limp to his side and his cock began to deflate. But he made to move to clean up his mess.

"That's my job, Mr. Hampton," he heard her say, sure that she'd said something before that he couldn't remember. She dropped to her knees and took his soft manhood in her mouth, sure to clean every drop off of it. She licked it off his belly and his chest. Then finally she licked his cum off his own face. Slowly. Seductively. Until he was rock hard again.

"This is one of my weekly tasks now," she commented, lowering herself onto him. "Isn't it?"

"Yes, Emily." She'd pulled her shirt up so that he could finally really see her tits. She bounced and they bounced and he came inside her very quickly. She lifted her right breast and offered her nipple to him. He took it in his mouth and suckled like a newborn.

"Now Mr. Hampton. I think it's time we discussed my payment contract."

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he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [02]

pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : sungchan spills coffeee + reader is freaking out a bit bc of feelings tm + minor swearing + use of caps wc : 1k !!!!!!!!!!!!! everyone cheer and clap for me !!!!!!!!!!!!!

'RING!!!'

you sit up at your desk with a start, head hitting the lamp that you had so thoughtfully adjusted to be right above earlier in the evening. as you check the alarm clock, it's.. 2.59 a.m. already?! shit.. the last you remembered it was barely 10.00 p.m. and you had just gotten ready for a "super intense cram session", to be able get at least a little ahead in preparations for your finals.

that totally worked out well huh?

as your still sluggish mind slowly catches up, you notice a shawl wrapped over your shoulders.. and that candle you'd lit had been blown out as well. hmm.

your suspicions are easily confirmed when you notice a little yellow piece of paper stuck to the wall with a simple "you got this ^^ ♡" on it.

before you're fully able to let yourself swoon at the thoughtfulness of your roommate - it would honestly not be an overstatement when you question how much of a saint you must've been in your past life to be graced with a roommate like him - you hear a concerning clatter from the kitchen which makes you immediately rush towards the source of the sound.

and there stands sungchan, scrambling around the drawers looking for something.. the puddle of steaming brown liquid, coffee probably, indicates that his search is most likely for a dishcloth.

you move up behind his now bent figure as he rummages through the lower drawers, as carefully as you can to pull out one and dangle it in front of him teasingly, "looking for something~?"

"i could've sworn that was not there before?? dude are you sure you're not some kind of sorceress in disguise looking to prey on pretty boys like me?" your close proximity doesn't seem to affect him in the slightest; you however very much are affected. which obviously means you'll yet again hide behind a safe fool proof technique : a teasing remark.

"pfft- is that the best you could come up with? rather basic, no? you need to up your game seriously - when i first moved in, didn't you accuse me of being an evil horticulturist because i got you flowers?"

"hey no you see that was totally valid and besides the jury is still considering that possibility"

"the jury?"

"mhm, the people who said they'll get back to me on r/horticulture."

you have to laugh at this but as you accept your defeat you flick sungchan's forehead slightly, and roll your eyes at his exaggerated whine.

the dishcloth in your hand suddenly brings you back to earth, you know, as compared to how rather over the moon you feel in his company, "wait catch me up on what happened here?"

"ah.. i was making you coffee. i don't support caffeine at uh 3 am usually but i know you really wanted to get done with some of those worksheets of yours so.."

there he goes being all thoughtful again. god sometimes you really don't even know how to form coherent replies when he shows his care for you so, so unabashedly.

"right yeah.. i appreciate that. but you really don't have to sungchan-"

he doesn’t have to. doesn’t have to make you coffee, doesn’t have to stay up for company when you’re pulling all-nighters, doesn’t have to cuddle with you during your pirated show binges, doesn’t have to hold your hand during late night grocery store runs, doesn’t have to share his mint-choco chip ice-cream, his favorite, with you when your spicy ramen starts getting a little too spicy, doesn’t have to comfort you when everything, everyone gets too overwhelming.

“i know. i’m not doing this because i have to - i want to do this for you… is there a problem with that?”

yes, you want to say, yes there is. he’s making you feel emotions you’ve only ever read about in webtoons and fanfictions, and you’re scared of that. you’re terrified of that. “feelings” never lead to a good outcome unless they’re overly romanticized in various media; and this is definitely not a romance novel; nor is this a kdrama. “feelings” lead to vulnerability, to rawness, to your heart being completely exposed, because it’s undeniable that the defenses you’ve worked to set up around it all your life will break down in a single instance, if he asked it of you. you know that.

“..no. of course not.”

sungchan’s face lights up with one of his trademark smiles then, as he directs you back to your room assuring you that he’ll be “right there with your coffee madam <3”

you’re unwilling to leave but you’re also unwilling to stay. you make your way to your desk, mind still a jumble of complicated thoughts, all revolving around him. it’s genuinely shocking how, despite having been in your life for such a short period of time, he’s somehow wedged himself completely and truly in your mind and heart.

-

“what’s on your mind hmm?” you find yourself in a similar position to merely 7 minutes ago in the kitchen, except this time it’s him with his arms moving around you to place your coffee mug on the table, diligent in taking care to avoid your laptop and notebooks.

“nothing much,” another safe, noncommittal response to hide behind, “feel kinda sleepy, still.”

“well, caffeine to the rescue!! but i would definitely suggest getting a few hours of rest.” he still hasn’t moved, his arms now resting on the wood, as he slightly tilts his head to look at you.

for once you decide to let yourself bask in the safety and comfort he exudes, overthinking and complications can, with all due respect, fuck themselves. “thank you, sungchan.” you’re unable to add in the ‘for everything’ so you can only hope he understands. you reach forward for the coffee, nose wrinkling slightly at noticing how hot it is.

and then. he leans in slightly till you can see your reflection in his warm, mocha-coloured eyes and inside you it’s as if 2 separate beings are desperately fighting for attention; one adamant on backing away as far as possible because it’s safe but the other yearning to pull him even closer. both beings are unfortunately unable to come to a conclusion, forcing you to rigidly stay fixed, not unlike a statue.

his voice is barely above a whisper when he goes, with all the devotion and affection you’d imagined in the gazes of every fictional crush you’ve ever had, “you drool when you sleep. it’s really cute.”

a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose and then he’s gone with some sort of a pleasantry but you’d be damned if you could remember even a word of it.

you blink. once, twice.

change of plans, then : instead of studying, you might need to pull out your softest, most sound absorbent pillow and scream into it, “jung sungchan. fuck. you.”

old notes : somewhat of a prequel to the other one? idk it's in the same univ u can fit in the pieces wherever u like also head empty worrying about exams also. sumchango love dive. ty for ur consideration . new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]