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#2 : SLUT CERTIFIED ! — eren yaeger

꒱ ➛ CHAPTER SYNOPSIS : the first taste of sluttry.

˚◞♡ who ?? : eren yaeger x black fem! reader

˚◞♡ word count : girl…don’t even ask i lost track </3

˚◞♡ chapter warnings : minors DO NOT interact, mentions of female anatomy, fem! reader using she/her pronouns, somewhat bimbo reader ??? mentions of major asshole connie, mentions of player! connie ꒱ i’m sorry ꒱ , use of profanity, oral penetration, body worship, loss of virginity, mentions of reader crying, pet names such as [ mama, baby, angel, love, pretty girl ] detailed, slow-paced smut, a little bit of a cliffhanger bc i LIVE for drama. ˚◞♡ author’s note : we back we back we backkkk !!! hello and welcome to the second chapter :) BUT FIRSTTT !!!! THANK YOU FOR THE POSITIVITY YOUVE GIVEN ME FOR THIS SERIES I LUV U ALL <33 i know i’ve been very absent and i know y’all have been WAITING. i am actually so sorry, but my mental health was calling my name :/ BUT WE ARE DOING BETTER !!! last but not least, excuse any errors, you guys r the best and i hope u enjoy 🤍 reblogs and interactions are always loved and earns u a smooch

eren stayed over that night. not out of fear of waking you, or to avoid alarming you with the sound of your door creaking open, but because he felt pitiful of himself. if he’d left, you’d know something was wrong. he’d rather be petty and silent than obvious and pissy. besides, if he would’ve left, he wouldn’t have been able to wake up to the smell of fresh eggs, grits, and french toast with a simple side of fruits to top it all off.

eren makes his way out of your guest bedroom, nose following the mouth watering scent of food that polluted the air in your home, “goodmorning, rennie,” he hears you announce, still stirring at a pot sitting on your kitchen stove. his eyes wander, looking at the two plates resting on the kitchen island, as well as the two seats that wait for you both to obtain them.

“morning.”

“someone’s grumpy,” you say, watching him untie the bun in his hair and shake it out as if he were a wet dog, “i made some breakfast…if you’re hungry. you don’t have to eat it..but, um..”

“do you have sugar?”

“what-“

“for the grits.”

you awkwardly laugh, a bit put off by his straightforward demeanor, but choosing not to look into it too much. after all, it was 6AM — a sunday too. you didn’t blame him for lacking a bit of a pep in his step.

“o-oh yeah. um, it’s in the pantry, at the top on the left.” eren’s mood was hard for you to abstruse. you couldn’t tell whether he was angry, sleepy, or just being plain old moody, but deep down you’d hoped it was anything other than the first.

“i thought you hated sugar on grits. last time i gave them to you, you said you would never eat my food again,” you jokingly refer, but he only shrugs like before.

“people change.”

you build the courage to start somewhat of a conversation. this was weird. it was like a stranger was just walking around your house. you could usually hear eren making noise before you in the mornings when he chose to stay the night ; showering early, blasting his playlist as loud as he can to wake you, having more of the zoomies than your hyper cat — but now, he just seemed so .. quiet. eerily quiet.

“so, what do you have planned for today?”

he shrugs, “don’t know.”

the answer was simple, but it seemed to have given you more of a worry than a relief, “well, it’s gonna’ be nice out today. i also saw a strawberry field i wanna’ see. ooh! okay so, we can get lunch, go pick the strawberries, and maybe get icecream afte –“

“i have some rules to add.”

rules? oh, rules. the rules you abruptly created out of fear after he’d made you cum with just the simple movement of his fingers, “okay, uh, great. what’d you wanna’ add?” you wait for him to answer, watching him practically inhale the food off of his plate that you’d just placed down only a few minutes ago.

“for starters, we aren’t a couple, so we aren’t doing couple shit,” he begins, and you immediately want him to retract that sentence. you didn’t know why hearing that gave you an intense pain in your heart, but you hated the feeling, “like holdin’ hands, goin’ on dates, etc.”

“but we – we always hold hands, ren.”

“yeah, but you’re with connie. i don’t think that’s appropriate now, do you?”

oh. using your own words against you. how mature of you, eren.

“no, no. you’re right. i um.. i guess i didn’t think about that one.” you couldn’t look at him. you were almost embarrassed to. not only had you been the reasoning for this tension, but you were the one who was behind the master plan. you were the one who asked him to do this. you were the one who blatantly said it was strictly educational.

you were the one who promised yourself you wouldn’t take it further than it needed to go.

eren was just playing the part.

“i’m gonna’ hold off on the nicknames outside of the bedroom too. don’t wanna’ make you uncomfortable so i should leave all that to your boyfriend, don’t you think?” your tongue runs across your lips, unsure exactly what to say. you had no reason to be upset, especially if you were trying to pursue a relationship with connie.

“heard me?” he asks, shoving the last bit of his food into his mouth.

“you’re being a dick.” his ears raise like a hound, a bit taken back by the authoritarian tone of your voice. eren sits and watches you begin to toss the used pots and pans in the sink, not bothering to wash them — which was nothing like you. you’re turned around, back facing him with your hands left to pick at your fingernails.

“how so?”

“you know, eren, i actually think you should get going. i have a lot of errands that i need to get done before our next session so..” eren clears his throat and doesn’t say much else. your words left a bad taste in your mouth and his — you feeling bad and him feeling worse. it wasn’t that you wanted him to leave. if anything, you wanted him to spend the whole day with you, but knowing that the simple physical tendencies were no longer present in your friendship would drive you crazy. you found comfort in one another — whether it was a touch of a hand or a pat on the back, there was nothing else in the world that could bring you the clarity your platonic love resinated.

but that was gone now.

“when you wanna’ start the next —“

“i’ll come over tonight after my last class. that way we can finish this and i’ll be out of your hair soon enough, like you want.” your demure smile said everything you needed to. eren could read you like a book. he’d obviously agitated you with his petty choice of words, but it didn’t make sense of why. you were the one who wanted rules to begin with, and as of right now, eren could already feel a lump beginning to swell in his throat, “alright then. just hit me when you need me,” he forces out, getting up to grab his things.

you don’t reply, you only watch him leave.

“love you.”

your silence was enough to make him head to the door quicker. he waits a moment by the exit, out of your sight, but sticking around to hear you say it back.

but you don’t.

in fact, you don’t say a single word, at least not until he leaves and is already inches away from your home, unable to hear the slight sorrow in your voice as you wipe away a small tear, “love you too, fuckin’ asshole ..”

after eren’s departure, the house was more silent than it was when he was here. yeah, you technically kicked him out, but if you knew the heartache you’d get from it, you easily would’ve chosen the silently petty route just like he did. you were left to contemplate bout what you could’ve said and done differently, what you could’ve accomplished if you’d just been more patient with him. but then again — eren was cold to you this morning. he seemed to have let his emotions get in the pathway, causing him too to make choices he wouldn’t usually make.

and that’s why you felt the need to see connie. the connie who was the root of of the argument that ruined your monring, the connie who you’d grown so fond of. he was also the same the connie who had showed up to your home rather later than expected though. when you texted him a few hours prior to your class ending, he’d said he could be at your doorstep in ten, but ten turned to twenty, and twenty turned into an hour.

and soon, that hour became three.

you assumed he’d probably gotten caught up at work again ; one of the main enemies in your relationship besides eren. his boss seemed to always be holding him back longer, regardless if his shift was scheduled to end hours prior. it made no sense, but like he always said, ‘more money i make, the more i get to treat you like the princess you are’ — but anyway, you couldn’t exactly hate him for it.

how else would he be able to buy you those cute little pandora charms and pretty mini skirts?

you’re drifted from your thoughts as a notification illuminates your screen and you happily skip toward the front entrance of your home without even having to check to see who it is. connie — standing tall at your doorstep with a pretty bouquet of roses resting in his arm. the diamonds in his studded earrings gleaming in your gaze. his hair was buzzed a bit lower than it was the last time you saw him — now dyed with hearted patterns all around.

he looked good, as always.

“hi, pretty girl,” he greets you cheerfully as if he hadn’t just showed up almost three and a half hours late. you sit there with your arms folded, giving him that same glare you always do when he did these things.

“i know i’m late, baby. i’m sorry! y’know how it is. i just got caught up —“

“at work.” he gives you a sad smile, pinching your cheek and puckering his lips for you to give him a kiss. of course you give in, allowing his lips to press against yours in a quick peck ; which eventually leads to him backing you into through your door and shutting it behind him. his lips felt different — swollen almost, like he’d been kissing someone prior.

“new lipgloss, huh? i like the taste.”

before it could get too heated, your manicured hands find their way to his chest, stopping him before he could move any further, “heyhey, not so fast mr. ‘m still kinda mad at you y��know,” you say, running a finger down his shirt all the way to the hem.

connie kisses his teeth, rolling his eyes a bit, “here the fuck we go again,” he walks away before you can even begin to voice the remainder of your frustration.

“don’t be like that. you’re the one who can’t seem to say no to your manager. you don’t have to work overtime every fucking time she asks, y’know.”

here we go again indeed. he’d only gotten here no less than ten minutes ago, and you both could already find yourselves wanting to be apart, “i have bills to pay. working overtime isn’t gonna’ kill anybody.”

“well it’s killing me! i barely see you anymore, con,” your lips form a frown, connie shaking his head in response.

“and what, that’s all my fault? you’re always at school, or studying, or playin’ footsies with eren every weekend. i should be the one doing all the scolding.”

your eyes widen, tears threatening to spill from them as you swallow deeply, “get out.”

damn, yn. second man you’ve kicked out today in a row. look at you doing god’s work.

“what?”

“i said get out. i don’t wanna’ see you.” you don’t even dare to look his way, too angered and confused to do so. connie doesn’t even try to put up a fight. he immediately starts to grab his keys, almost as if he were waiting for those words to leave your mouth.

“y’know what, cool. talk to me when you’re done with your little tantrum. i don’t have the patience for this shit today.” those last few words spit fire straight into your chest. his words hurt, but seeing him walk out of that door and slamming it behind him without a care in the world hurt worse. the only thing playing in your mind was the painful scene over and over again. the tears that you had managed to suppress earlier had begun to resurface, your vision becoming blurry and the lump in your throat swelling harder than it ever has.

connie had never spoken to you like that before — the lack of giving a fuck very present in his tone of voice. you felt horrible, and confused, and almost regretful about letting him into your home to begin with. this wasn’t the man who was treating to dinner on a rooftop after your hard day all those months ago, neither was this the man who gifted you not one, but two promise rings for your birthday, or the man who you couldn’t stop bragging to your mother about.

this was someone else.

there was a tear in your heart, and fighting this alone would only cut it further. it’s funny, it’s like even when you’re angry at eren you can’t help but to think of him. you can’t help but to vision how badly he would’ve beat connie’s tail if he heard the same words you did.

so, you decide to shamefully push your pride to the side, heading to eren’s earlier than expected — and of course, when you arrive at his doorstep with watery eyes and a puffy nose, his disgruntled expression softens within seconds. you didn’t have to say much, or anything at all really. the faint sounds of sniffles coming from you were explanatory enough. no matter what had happened this morning, or what might’ve been said and done — he was still your best friend. at the end of the day, seeing you smile was the only thing that really kept him going in this life. right or wrong, argument or not, he was there, and he always would be.

anytime, any place.

“you wanna’ tell me what, happened? hm,” his soft voice rumbles, a hand burying your face into the warmth of his chest as you let the tears fall and stain eren’s t-shirt, “it was him wasn’t it?”

the two of you hadn’t yet moved inside. you still stand in the middle of your doorway, rocking from side to side as you let eren ramble on with his theories, “hm? what’d he do to you?”

you cut him off, shaking your head from side to side as you wipe your face, “c-connie and i .. w-we had an argument .. “ you hiccup, incapable of even getting the words out. he knew that. that’s why he continues to comfort you, even with the rush of hearing the devil’s name leave your lips and the amount of anger surfacing to the shore in his mind, your waterworks are the most important right now.

but trust, if he could leave and beat connie’s ass to a pulp he would, but to abandon you in this state would be criminal.

“what’s been goin’ on?”

“it’s a long story.”

“i got all night, love.”

eren was right. he did in fact have all night, and you’d taken that opportunity to tell him everything — connie’s lack of attention, his inability to care, the amount of stupidity you’ve felt for the last few weeks ; he listens closely to every detail, only responding with minimal to no noise as connie clouds his consciousness. eren couldn’t fathom how someone as sweet, kind, and genuine as you could be put through such pain like this. all you’ve ever done is give and give and give, and knowing an insensitive bastard could fuck all of that up for you made his blood boil.

“i just don’t get it, y’know. i-i mean he was so sweet to me when i met him. always wanting to be around me, making the effort to see me — i just don’t know w-what changed,” you express, fingers swiping away the tears that stained your puffy cheeks and swollen doe eyes.

he expresses his concern with just a simple huff, chewing on his bottom lip as he waits for you to finish your sentence. eren knew the answer. it was as easy as two plus two, but explaining it to someone as attached to connie as you would be almost impossible to persuade you to believe the truth — which was that he was just no good for you. eren wished — no, he dreamt you didn’t see his constructive criticism as jealousy, but then again, it was easy to portray it that way.

“he’s always been this way, yn — inconsiderate. he’s just gotten better at keeping it hidden longer.”

eren was expecting some sort of defense to come out of your mouth, but you don’t give it to him. instead, you obtain the somber expression of gloom casting over your usual sunny skied face.

as much as he wanted to tell you the blatant truth, eren quickly remembered that the power of words were truly bigger than man, “look, y’know how i feel about the guy, but if you really truly want my advice — from a friend’s perspective, i say you start lookin’ out for you. i know you like him n’ all, but you gotta’ start caring about your well being more. he’s putting you through hell right now and he doesn’t even have the decency to check on you.”

you nod because, well, it was true. eren was completely in the right. it was always about connie and moving on his time, but in reality, a relationship can’t ever even begin to work when both parties aren’t putting forth the effort. like the famous truth, ‘if he wanted to, he would’ but that was the thing with connie. there was no sense of want in this relationship unless it was coming from you. it was a hard pill to swallow, but these past five months with him had been purely carried by your energy and your energy alone.

if anything, it was a miracle he’d been around this long.

“i just don’t understand what i did wrong ..”

his blood boils all over again, a sheer amount of red on his flushed ears as eren can already feel himself becoming angry for the second time tonight. wrong? what you did wrong? how dare he — how dare he make you think so poorly about yourself? was connie insane — seriously, eren had to genuinely think. a woman having to second guess herself in general was horrid, but you? the woman he’s carefully watched sprout into a vivid, forever blooming flower since the small age of 9? the same woman who deserved the world in the palm of her hands?

nah, no way.

“don’t piss me off. for real, don’t.”

“m’ not trying to .. just think maybe i —“

“you really wanna’ sit in front of me and speak ill on yourself like you aren’t one of the most beautiful women i’ve ever laid my eyes on? and m’ not even talkin’ just physically — fuck that. m’ talkin’ spiritually, mentally — you don’t even realize your worth, mama.”

you let out a mix of a laugh and a scoff, “you really think that about me?” eren dramatically throws his head back, and places his hand on his chest, causing you to smile for the first time in a few hours.

“think? you serious? i know what i’m saying. he’d be a fuckin’ imbecile to lose you.” you don’t dare to stop his tangent, especially after hearing what’s to come out of his mouth next, “you’re sweet, you’re intelligent, charismatic, and prettier than you’ll ever begin to know. you’re ...” he stops himself, picking at the black polish on his fingernails, “perfect.”

you both look at one another, both of your eyes meeting at the same point as your breathing patterns become unsteady, the thickness of the air starting to become rather suffocating. eren’s words were delivered with such ease, and it wasn’t even in his usual, corny smooth talking manner. you could tell how much he’d regretted letting that sentence exit his brain though. his head was held downward, a scene of his chest rising and falling as the regret began to evolve into worry.

“you’re so sweet to me. ‘like you have a crush on me or somethin’.” your joke flies right over your head, because well, you knew damn well that would be one of the craziest things reality could throw at you. eren on the other hand, only lets out a forced laugh, playfully shoving your arm.

“mmch. whatever, mutherfucker.”

once your laugh diles down, there’s a comfortable silence in the room before you clear your throat and address the elephant in the room — the elephant that's been sitting quietly in the corner but had been aggressively knocking at the door in your mind over and over again for the last ten hours.

“eren..”

he turns to you again, those pretty eyes finding their focus in yours, “hm?”

“i’m sorry about this morning .. i should’nt have y’know .. kicked you out.”

“nah, it’s nothin.’ i know we just gotta’ get used to this whole thing. i should’ve just respected your rul —“

“but i kissed you back last night,” you interject, “i just…reacted badly, and i- i didn’t know how to respond to that. we’ve never been ...”

“that close before.” you’re eyes meet his once he finishes your sentence for you. eren’s were low, but still pleading as if he was waiting for the next few words that were scheduled to leave your mouth any moment now. yours were reddened — probably from the enormous amount of tears you’d shed throughout the time of connie’s departure, but also from the fact that you hadn’t blinked in a few seconds, not wanting to miss a single second of the sight of him in front of you.

“i’m still curious, y’know … i haven’t been the best student, but i’m still willing to learn some more.”

“i’ll do whatever you want me to do. just say the word.” his mouth was held open long enough to catch flies, and his steady breaths were morphing into a soft hyperventilation. you don’t say a word. neither does he. you both just send each other that look — the same look that was shared when he was on his knees devouring you not too long ago.

you take usage in his words, “i … i want you to kiss me, eren.” you’re scared to move. not only because of the amount of anxiety running through your body right now, but from eren’s physical reaction. he looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“but last night you said –“

“i know what i said.”

he tilts his head, eyes not leaving your lips as the rush of kissing them begins to come back to him. he missed it. he missed it so much, and god, what he would give to feel them again, “lemme’ hear you again.”

“i-i want you to kiss me,” you repeat, and you take notice of the look on his face. his eyebrows were furrowed, nose almost as close to yours as it was the night before, “please kiss me, eren.”

“again,” he instructs, and you do. you keep repeating those words until his nose is brushing against yours, along with your foreheads pressed against one another’s — both too scared to find yourselves as desperate for each other as you were last night. eren hears your whispers, the sound of your sweet voice begging him to kiss you making his heart feel all the more swollen.

“can i?”

instead of answering his question with a sentence, you answer it with the thing you’d been wishing to do for the past twenty four hours — you kiss him, and you kiss him gently. your lips felt like dainty feathers tickling his own as your hands found their way to either side of his face. eren doesn’t question you, because he too was feeling the sparks flying over his head just like the first time. he still had his arms resting on the back of the couch, not yet touching you in fear of crossing the line — although, there were about to be many lines crossed tonight, that was only one many that he needed to be worrying about.

you want to feel him, you want him to feel you, and you start to whimper when you notice him pull away for a split second, but you go quiet when he pulls you into his lap by your waist. you fit so perfectly in his grasp, his hands firmly gripping your love handles while you try your best not to hunch your body against his.

but that was becoming impossible.

his cock was right underneath you, hard and clothed — his deep denim jeans poking at your ass as you sit. you hadn’t yet resumed kissing, but this was far more enjoyable. eren’s hands rest on your thighs and the moment he feels you drag your clothed cunt along his lap, he groans — loudly, too.

the shorts you had on were thin enough for eren to feel your folds rubbing on him, and your missing underwear underneath didn’t do him any justice. he was trying hard – so fucking hard not to completely forget that he needed to take his time with you. there was only one thing stopping eren from pulling his dick out and fucking up into you like his life depended on it, and that was the fact that you were new to all of this.

the same realizations from before boggle his mind again, “please tell me what you want from me, yn. you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy right now.” ashamed, eren shuts his eyes at the sound of his own desperation, yet you were equally as desperate as he was. both of you were fighting the urge from tearing one another apart – your reasoning being the fear of feeling those butterflies tumble around in your tummy again. it was wrong. you weren’t supposed to get those around him. he was just eren – your longtime, bittersweet, lovable bestfriend. you shouldn’t have wanted him in this way.

but you did, and you still do. and there was nothing in sight that could change that.

“i want you inside me..”

that’s when you felt a thump underneath you. you lightly gasp, surprised at the feeling but also aroused. something kicks inside of you, and you kiss him — yet again. eren almost immediately gives in this time, refusing to feed into his hesitation as previous. the kiss is messy and the motion is quick, but your hips – oh those hips, were moving slowly.

“you have no clue what you do to me.”

you nip at his lips again, “show me. what do i do, eren?” you keep winding your hips as you continue to taunt him with your lust filled eyes. your back arches and your globes poke out just a bit, the middle of your shorts pushing against your clit, “i can feel you. you’re so hard.. i-is all of that from me?”

that last line most definitely was your confidence talking, and although those jitters were still present, the power of your body taking over you.

“hold on to me.”

eren abruptly starts to rise up, and with you in his arms, he carries you down the corridor to his bedroom, which is on the right. as soon as you proceed in, you notice the distinct smell of his musk and a tiny candle burning in the corner of his bookshelf. your back touches his black, satin sheets as he lays you on the bed, making you shudder due to their chilly temperature.

eren continues to place small kisses all over your legs. you hadn’t yet seen his face since he laid you down, given how eager he was for his lips to be on your skin again, he was practically swimming in your aura, “you are so beautiful …” he mumbles, kissing your calf and up to your ankle. eren then gathers both of your legs, pulling you forward enough to where your ass was hanging halfway off of the mattress as your upper half lays prettily before him.

there he is, on his knees for you yet again.

“i can’t believe it get to touch you like this,” you close your eyes feeling his lips press against the pudge just above your pussy, too easily flustered to even dare look at him, “in all of your glory … bare just for me to see.” his lashes bat in a daze, a breathy laugh leaving his lips when he sees your hips squirm under his contact. you were so worked up, such an easy button to push — but time, time is what this would take.

“e-eren, you’re teasing …”

“am i? or are you too nervous to tell me what you want so much that you’re willin’ to sit there and let me frustrate you like this?” his pixelated eyes hold a menacing glare with yours, but you’re too busy trying to fix your gaze upon anything other than him. the way he was taunting you during your first time was sickening, stimulatingly sickening.

“i want you …”

“what was that?”

“ ‘want you eren, fuck! just do something already!”

eren releases a chuckle and pats your thigh twice, “that’s my girl.” after he says this he wastes no more time diving in. eren starts off with a wife tongue lick to your cunt, beginning at your ass, then slowly licking his way up to your clit before wrapping both lips around the swollen area. he had yet to tie his hair back, so to your advantage, your hands run through his coffee locks. you pull and scratch, making him grumble against you with pleasure.

you hate to admit that you missed the glee you got from feeling him lick you. but something so wrong felt so fucking right. it didn’t help that eren was practically a god when it came to eating pussy. he was treating you as if you weren’t still new to the feeling, but you loved it. you craved it. you needed it.

“t-that feels so fuckin’ g-good, ren- ohh!” your hips move in sync with his mouth, rubbing your cunt against his face as he follows your path, “waitwait – oh fuck!” you’re losing it, and you’re starting to lose your patience along with that sanity. he was slurping, kissing, licking and penetrating your pussy with his tongue and he had no remorse while doing so.

“awe, baby, you’re so wet … all that from me?” he mocks your previous words with a smirk, and that’s when eren slips a finger in without warning, and to be honest, there was no need to. if anything, you needed to be warning him for the messy orgasm you were tiptoeing around, “you get so tight when i use my hands, don’t you? so cute .. think you’re bout’ to cum for me already.”

“yesss! yes, i wan’ cum. i wanna’ cu-f-fuck,” his fingers tickle your gummy walls along with the impact from the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit — creating the perfect combination for nothing but pure bliss, “don’t make me beg for it, angel. just let go for me. give me all of it ..” his encouragement was doing its damn thing — the knot in your belly starting to untie itself on eren’s behalf. your body begins to convulse, jolting around and twisting all the which of ways he hoped it would.

“b-baby .. eren … i’m fucking c-cummingugh – oh!” eren quickly intertwined his hand in yours as you squeeze his knuckles for support through your life changing orgasm. you were too busy making the flesh on his hand turn pale from how hard you were holding on to notice the pet name that casually came out of you.

“yeah .. yeah, let it go just like that ...”

as he says this, you start to panic when you feel the certain pressure of your bladder being full. his finger is still working your hole, not pulling away for anything or anyone — not even you. eren sees your small hands trying to pry his own away, but he simply stops you by restraining the same hand pushing him, “r-ren, i don’t- i don’t know what’s — please, oh my ..” you babble.

“i know, baby. i know.” he holds eye contact with you, feeling your walls begin to tighten around his fingers yet again. that’s when he moves faster, jabbing his finger in and smoothly adding another to completely rupture you. his hand was cramping, but he could take that on any day if it meant he’d be able to see you fall apart, “you’re there. you’re right there, you feel that?”

eren’s question not only earns a loud whine from you, but it finishes you off completely. so much so that you couldn’t even pronounce a single word. the only thing you could begin to make out was his name, and even then, it was just hoarse whines and sappy gibberish. you don’t see it, but he does. he sees it all — the spurts of your cum covering his hand, the way your chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath, your eyes looking into the back of your skull with your lips parted softly — you were fucking breathtaking.

“good fuckin’ girl,” eren huffs, dragging his fingers from out of your walls. as soon as he does, he gently pets your pussy, soothing the sore area with his hand as he uses the weight of one elbow to lean over and place kisses onto your temple. your body is still coming down from its peak, and your vision was still foggy — but you still needed him. you still craved his touch like you had a sweet tooth.

“you okay? didn’t hurt you did i?”

“n-no. more, ren, i just wan’ more …” your pleading eyes search for his lips, and once you find them, you inch closer by default. eren seals it for you, pressing his plumped ones onto your own. you feel the same fingers that were inside you creep up to your chin, then lips — trails of your wet essence lingering on your skin, “are you sure, yn?”

you bite your lower lip and nod slowly, running your hand up and down his bare chest, “ ‘m sure .. please — i wanna’ feel you.” there’s one more peck shared before he gets up. rising to his 6’4 frame, hovering over your resting body as his hands scramble to remove his belt. one loop after another, your heart rate induces, seeing the v-line that threatened to spill from his pants as he finally reaches the buttons on those suffocating jeans and you’re forced to finally take in his physique while you wait.

you knew eren was built. he always had been, but ever since he’d taken on the job as a mechanic, you could see him gradually grow stronger over time. all of that heavy lifting and damn near bending over backwards to fix outdated and damaged vehicles good as new was a tough job, but he made it look so easy. it wasn’t until now that you could actually get a good look at him. he’d abandoned that coltish, leaned look back in highschool, now carrying the weight of broad shoulders and a barrel chested front. you couldn’t help but to stare, especially with him having abs sharp enough to be a blade.

“stop eye-fuckin’ me. you’re making me nervous,” eren shyly grins as he continues to strip off his clothes. what you weren't anticipating was the sizable cock that was about to emerge from his black hannes boxers in a matter of seconds. you watch as eren’s thumbs gently pull the cloth of the waistband over the broad girth that sits inside of his underwear. when he’s finally freed, you can hear him lightly hiss, and his dick practically springs out like a door hinge against a wall. it was thick, inches galore, and hard as fuck by the looks of it. your eyes follow the blueish greenish veins petruding from the base of him all the way up to the rosey, strained tip. it looked so soft at the touch, so pent up, so … edible.

you watch as he moves over to his nightstand, snagging one of the condoms from it and ripping it open with his teeth. as soon as you see him lower his hands to his cock, you stop him, “can- can i put it on?” he pauses his movements, a bit taken back by your question but not exactly opposed to it — the thought of your soft hands coming into contact with his dick was a vision he’d give anything to see.

“yes-yeah, go for it,” he nods, handing it off, stepping closer into your vicinity to make it easier for you, “do you know how to put it o – aw .. f-fuck waitwaitwait -“ eren didn’t need to finish his sentence, because once your cold fingers wrapped around his base he was in heaven. your grasp was so light, but the feeling of your hand on him felt so heavy. it was taking everything he had not to cum from the act of your touch alone.

you, on the other hand, were in awe, taking the rubber in one hand, holding his frustrated dick in the other while you ease the material around his shape. eren let’s go of a small groan, throwing his head back as his belly pokes forward and back in at the pace of his breathing.

you were amazed.

“oh my god ..”

so amazed that you didn’t mean to say that aloud, “what? what’s wrong?”

“nothing .. you’re just … big.”

he shyly, and nervously laughs, “what, don’t think it’ll fit?” if you were speaking by just the looks of it — no, it didn’t look like it’d fit. you were a virgin for crying out loud, that thing looked like a fucking weapon.

“hmm, m’ a brave girl i’ll be fine. i promise. i would tell you if i wasn’t,” you ease. eren nods, looking down at you as you blink your pretty falsies up at him with a smile on your face, “now hurry before i dry out.”

he shakes his head and laughs at your attempt at humoring the mood, but that laugh fades once you spread your legs for him again. eren looks down at you, looking at your sprawled out figure in awe. you still had your shirt on. no bra, so simple to see your hardened nipples through your baby pink tee. you looked so pretty, so needy, and so ready to take him like this wasn’t your first time around.

“i know you’re excited, but please, yn, tell me if i’m making you uncomfortable or if m’ hurtin you. i don’t care if it’s the smallest touch, please. tell. me.”

“mkay.”

“yn, for real. if you aren’t comfortable, punch me or pinch me or someth —“ ”

the amount of concern in his tone humors you, giggling a bit as you say, “i know, eren. i said okay,” he gives you his eyes once more before beginning to climb on top of you, your thigh being skimmed by the tip of his cock as he places both of his arms on either side of your head. he’s so close now. not on his knees, or beside you, or somewhere in front of you — no, he was right here. face to face so much so that his shaky breaths trickle your nose as he tries his best to keep his breathing steady.

eren balances back on his knees as he grabs ahold of his cock, tugging at it a little so that precum coats his tip and fingers as lubricant. you were already wet, but he needed to make this somewhat easy — he had to, for your sake and his. hurting you just wasn’t something he had on his agenda. so he takes the extra mile to make sure — a glob of saliva falling from his mouth and onto his condom covered base as he strokes it.

“f-fuck …” he moans, swallowing as his thumb runs over the pumping vein just before his tip, and once he’s done prepping himself, he sits his cock directly onto your belly — the tip of it stopping just at your shimmery-pierced bellybutton. he shakes his head from side to side, gassed at the knowledge of knowing how deep he’d be inside of you, “ima’ slide it in, okay?”

you nod at his words, and when you do, you wrap your arms around his neck, “deep breaths. take deep breaths for me.” you hear him, and you do what he tells you, inhaling and exhaling as you feel eren’s cock sit right at your folds, “i’ll give you just the tip for right now, okay ..” a whine gets caught in your throat as he rubs himself in between them, your wetness making a pretty sound that fills his ears with lust. he even taps it on the surface a little bit, a small ‘pat pat’ — testing the waters, seeing just how arroused you’d gotten from him and only him.

“m’ gonna take care of you, i promise.”

“you always do, ren.”

he kisses your temple, then your cheek and nose, “you ready?”

your chest rises and falls with one last deep breath, your head falling back onto the pillow behind you, “ready.”

eren hears your consent and it slowly begins — the first attempt at easing himself past that first barrier with as much care as he could. your body flinches and you whince, and almost immediately eren starts to remove himself from your entrance, but you stop him, “ ‘m okay, ren, ‘m okay. just feels so ..”

“different?”

“yeah .. d-different,” he looks at you for approval again and you give it to him, your eyes dropping down to look in between your legs as you see that you still have so much more to go. this was just the tip, and even then, it still wasn’t all the way in. how difficult would it be to take the full thing? no matter how soft his strokes were or how painless he could try and make the process be, eren was huge — and with a curve too. you’d be lucky if you got out of this without a limp tomorrow morning.

“we can take it slow, okay? don’t strain yourself, just take me slow … ” when his palm touches the side of your face, his thumb brushing your bottom lip, you almost immediately feel a tiny bit of relief. you nod and you sense him once more, his tip piercing your skin and leaving a sting in its wake. it was a painful stretch, no doubt about it. out of every account you've heard of losing your virginity, you can infer that after this point, everything really just depended on that individual person. you’d heard mixed opinions, and you’d always assumed the worst. but honestly, in this moment, you could only come to the conclusion that it all depended on the sensual nature of you and your partner’s relationship.

yes, you were in pain, but you were so drawn to eren that you wanted to push through it. “a-aah- oh my— fuck!” your eyes are shut so tightly that you start to see white spots in the inside of your eyelids. you feel eren’s hand reach down to your clit, trying to steer the uncomfortable stretch away from you by rubbing small, kind circles repeatedly as you huff and let out strangled whines.

“you okay? you wan’ me to stop?”

you shake your head, “nonono — just .. h-hurts ren.” he feels your nails clawing at his forearms. you, on the other hand, not even realizing your fingers were leaving deep crescent marks on his flesh. he didn’t mind it though, not at all. in fact —

“bite me. scratch me — do whatever you need to do, baby ..” eren’s forehead was already beginning to perspire as he spoke, and his hips were carefully advancing to slowly deliver you every inch — although, he was rather heartbroken to witness your reactions, “i just need you to feel good.” your pain was almost too much for him, almost enough to make him want to call this whole thing off, but on your word, he continues. he continues to watch your every move as your eyes sit on the verge of watering whilst his cock softly splits you in half. you heed his advise, lifting your neck a little for you to bite down on his shoulder and leave marks in your wake.

he continues to guide himself in while his palm rests on the back of your head, pulling you in closer into his neck as he whispers into your ear, “just a little more to go, my love. you’re almost – shit – there.”

“r-ren … nnn – f-fuck!”

“i know, sweet girl. i know.”

he kisses you to divert your attention away while the stray tears on your face fall to your lips, the tang of salt hitting both of your taste buds. you push through the pain and let him give you a little bit more. before you bottle up your next set of cries — he’s fully in, and when he is, you can see the small bulge in your belly from his cock when you look down. eren patiently allows himself to sit deeply in your warmth, letting your whimpers simmer down as you become more and more used to the full feeling in your tummy, “there you go. nice n’ slow, let it sink in just l-like that …” your mouth is held open, and the only sounds that can be heard from you were small gasps of relief from finally getting the hard part over with.

“well would you look at that? you did it, s-see?” he shudders, mainly speaking to you, but also patting himself on the back for not cumming within the first ten seconds of being inside you.

“i-i did, didn’t i?” your hand hovers over the spot on your stomach, rubbing the area where you feel him most. he watches you closely, he too, stunned from reality hitting him right in the chest like a wrecking ball, “s-shit, eren … ‘s so deep.”

eren jeager was inside you.

and eren jaeger was about to fuck the shit out of you.

“does everything feel okay? didn’t hurt you too much did i?” you shake your head, taking in a deep breath as you close your eyes, “you still with me, yn?”

“yesyes, ‘m here.” eren takes this as an opportunity to wipe your tears with his thumbs, sending a quick kiss to your lips while smiling. you’d gotten through the hard part, and now? now it was time for the highly anticipated fun, “y-you can start moving now …” eren hears your voice softly say. he gives you that look you knew rather well — that look of ‘are you sure’ knowing damn well you were more sure than you’ve ever been about anything before. you gladly give it to him, cheekily grinning a bit as you nod your head up and down.

eren gradually sits up on his knees, palming the backs of your thighs softly as he peers down at your figure under him, still snugged comfortably inside of you. he was plainly freaking out and, to put it mildly, astonished. when his eyes met yours, that’s when the air felt heavier than it already was, along with the same feeling of fluttering butterflies in his tummy dancing along to the beat of his racing heart.

he begins to move in the direction and pace you want, slowly pulling his cock in and out of you, scared of hurting you still even after hearing you repeat ‘im okay’ to him over and over again. you attentively observe his furrowed eyebrows and bitten lip, and the sight causes your walls to swell and pulse. the ache that had almost felt intolerable a few minutes ago had begun to eventually subside, leaving you simply with a tickling sensation now.

“god .. yn - fuck..” he pants, steadily swinging his pelvis straight into the back of your thighs as his balls slap lightly against your ass, “pussy’s s-so tight, mama ..” he wasn’t lying at all. in fact, you were squeezing him so tightly that he had to use enough force to pull himself out of you. he hisses, feeling the wind get knocked out of his chest by just looking at how well you were doing. he was so proud of you, filled with so much elation while being inside of you that it almost felt like a dream he would’ve never thought would come to life.

“ ‘ssss .. it feels — eren … please —”

“feels like what, hm? tell me all about it ..” the tone of eren’s voice is soft enough to soothe you some more, but deep enough to bring you to unintentionally clench around him. your warm walls smothering his cock, and your eyes watching him move in and out of you as your chest heaves.

“feel s’ full,” you babble and he hissed out a laugh. that’s when you spread your legs wider, feeling comfortable enough to get into the hang of it. although you were new to this, you found yourself suddenly wanting more.

“mhm, pussy’s eatin’ my fuckin’ dick up, isn’t she? you feel so goddamn good …” eren keeps his steady pace, delivering deep, slow, strokes to your cunt before sitting up to lightly massage your calves and feet. he keeps eye contact with you, and even though yours refuse to keep their focus on his, he doesn’t stop. he doesn’t stop losing himself in both you and your battered pussy, squeaking with every dirty line leaving his lips. your arms reach out to wrap themselves around his neck, and he easily picks up on your gesture — now hovering directly on top of you, balancing himself on one forearm while his opposite hand grips at the headboard above you — minimizing the weight of his body on yours.

“sh-shit — ouuu, eren!”

for a moment, there’s only silence in the room. besides your minimal breathing and eren’s small groans that he failed to suppress were the only sounds that could be heard through an echo. both of you bask in one another’s presence while you let the tranquility of the moment steer you of to sea. “h-harder, ren .. please, harder,” you lightly tap his shoulder with your fingers to gather his attention, eyes batting rapidly as you try to keep consciousness from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“harder? baby, you look like you can barely keep your eyes open,” he laughs attentively, looking down at the droplets of sweat beginning to fall down the sides of your face. yeah, he was right, you could barely open your eyes, but you had enough strength to flutter them and give him an annoyed, yet needy, glance.

a soft sigh escapes his lips and that’s when he seizes your request, pushing his cock further into you — as deep as it could go and then right back out again, a suckle being left behind. you whine — no, you scream, “oouh - fuck, eren, just like t-that,” almost loud enough to send a concerned expression to eren’s face, but when you claw at his biceps he soon realizes it was a scream of pure ecstasy.

“ah, shit. yeahyeahyeah, talk to me, baby. you’re takin’ it so fucking good ..” his tone is taunting and well past just casual dirty talk. he was digging deep, verbally and physically, saying shit just to bring a reaction out of you — curious of what he could say and do to make you squirm and sniffle around him, “greedy lil’ pussy. takin’ me in so easily on her first run — you’re bein’ so good to me, princess.”

“ren — oh my god … r-right there, right there, right there — shit, eren!” his words had gone right over your head. too lost in the the way he dips his hips deep into your core to even dare to speak anything more than a string of moans. your lips form a pout, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you suddenly feel eren’s tip poking right at your g-spot — which, he proudly didn’t take very long to discover. you didn’t know it yet, but the constant pressure against your womb would be building up soon — creating a rather diabolical sensation for both your mind and body all in one.

“where? right here?” the question is followed by a strong, but still conscious thrust. slow, yet powerful. steady, but mighty — eren now driving himself into you right where you wanted him, “awe, baby, did i find your spot? like when my dick kisses you right here, don’t you?” you can’t speak, nor can you begin to fathom why on earth eren was making you feel so lightheaded. disregarding the pleasure and the present circumstances, you felt alive. you felt like you couldn’t get this amount of euphoria from anything or anyone.

it wasn’t just the movement of his hips, or the nasty serenading words leaving his mouth, or even those angelic eyes that held an untold story — no no, it was the amount of emotion he brought you. the amount of love he’s shown you. the way he held you with such grace and tenderness like you were easy to shatter. it was all too surreal. the feeling, the gestures, the warmth — everything .. he was everything.

“faster! faster, please eren — nnnn y- you’re so deep ..” you clench around him, your pussy sucking him in more and more as he continues to drive you into shambles. your eyes travel down, focusing on the way he had to pull in and out of you with more force than needed simply because of how hard you were squeezing him. with each passing thrust, you could see his tip poking at your tummy over and over, forming a bulge right below your belly button.

“aah, shhhit, gonna’ make me fuckin’ cum, b-baby.” he nervously snickers, trying to hold on as much as a could, and god was it hard. eren could almost find himself becoming overwhelmed. there were too many things to focus on — between your expressions, lustrous eyes, and small grunts — he could cum right then as he spoke.

“o-oh, so close .. c-close, m’ so close rennie .. please let m-me cum with you ..”

you have a siren voice, one of command and alluring undertones like you were singing a symphony to pull anyone into a trance — and that’s exactly what you did. you words had much power, and eren suddenly feels a knot untying in his belly, the same knot as you. you both huff and puff, whispering small praises to one another like you’ve been in love for ages now.

your hands reach the sides of his face, carefully pulling him in closer for a kiss. you feel him meet you half way, closing the space between you both by kissing you like you were an an antidote he so desperately needed. he tugs on your bottom lip softly, closing his eyes and melting into you as he tries his hardest to bring you both to the finish line.

“c’mon, baby, c’mon. cum with me — cum all over this dick,” eren unconsciously fastens his hips, sending strong, and now sloppy, thrusts to you. you feel him deep, deep in your stomach. so much that you feel the urge to push against his toned tummy due to the overwhelming power he had over your body, “nah, don’t run. t-take it just how you were. i know you wanna’ let it go ..”

“eren .. i’m cumming, baby … i’m cumming — oh god …” your eyes slam shut and your swollen clit is caught by eren’s thumb as he rubs circles over the agitated flesh. the wet squelching sound of your cunt was almost loud enough to drown out your moans as you find yourself shakily wetting up eren’s dick, “renrenren, wai — unngh!” your legs stutter closed and he opens them right back up, only this time, grabbing onto your hips and fucking you at an angle to carry you all the way to the end.

you push your head back deep into the plushed pillow underneath your neck, bawling your fists as the commotion in your stomach is finally fulfilled. there are tears in your eyes, followed by desire and pleasure — not to mention the creamy noise of your pussy sucking in eren’s dick with no problem, “y-yyes .. yesyesyes — erennn!”

he’s quiet — or rather focused, concentrating on your trembling figure while feeling his own orgasm begin to pool over rapidly, “fuckin’ christ,” he groans hoarsely, his hips bucking as he’s cumming deep into the condom that would soon threaten to burst from the amount of essence he would let go. eren’s body nearly smothers your own as he loses his balance, hugging you close as he finishes. he buries his head in the crevice between your neck and shoulder, drool pooping from his mouth and onto your skin as he tries his best not to go limp.

his thrusts are slow to none, body shaking from the overstimulation. you press your chest against his, your nipples still stoned from earlier while you embrace him through his climax. you’re breathing hard, and so is he — lost in one another’s eyes as a million thoughts begin to crowd around you both. eren studies your ancy hips that still wiggled for more as he kisses your collarbone, down your chest and all around your stomach. he’s still inside of you, snugged deep along your walls with his tip puckering against your cervix. you felt sore, yet still so needy even after cumming all over both his dick, and his fresh sheets beneath you.

“jesus .. yn that was —“

“so fucking good.”

eren nods, his wet lips placing kisses on both of your cheeks while his calloused hands cradle your head, “yes, so fuckin’ good — you were .. so fuckin’ good,” he holds you close as he pulls himself out, grunting into your ear as your pussy still clenches down onto him without much effort. once he’s out, woe and behold, he slides off his messy condom and tosses it into the trash can near you both. before you knew it, eren was heading straight toward the bathroom, with you in his arms — bridal style. he carries you straight to the tub, ushering you to sit on the toilet and pee right before deciding to run a mixture of warm and semi cool temperatured water.

“i know how i can be .. was i too rough? y’know .. besides the beginning?” there’s a puppy dog look in his eyes when he asks this. your eyes trace the small tattoos on his fingers, those same fingers grazing the flesh on your inner thighs as eren wipes away the made you’d both made with a hot cloth first. he looked so sleepy — and how couldn’t he be given the amount of effort he’d put into making you feel the best that you possibly could. he cared so much, almost too much — so gentle and patient, light with every touch and phrase.

“don’t think too much, you were everything i could ever ask for ..”

scooping you up again, he places you in the bath that’d been calling your name since he made you finish the first time tonight. he shrugs and shakes his head as a smile creeps up on his lips, “psh, you’re just talkin’ ..”

“nono, seriously. thank you for being so sweet about .. all of this,” eren attentively pays close attention to your words, his hands now caressing your legs and french-tip painted toes as he sits next to the tub, watching your lips move to the speed of your words — slow and endearing. he studies the moister of them, wishing to take them into his mouth yet again, “you’ve been so kind to me — and patient, i feel like i-i can’t thank you enough with words.”

he sits for a moment, letting you get used the to the water, but obviously taken aback by your words. he was already trying to detach himself from the emotions he could feel bubbling in his chest the minute he pulled out, but you were just making it so fucking hard. you were in his house, in his bathtub, and would soon be wearing his clothes to sleep for the night — and all eren could think about was how he’d give up anything to make this a regular occurrence. he liked taking care of you. he liked being around you. he liked feeling you and letting you feel every inch of him — but most importantly, and probably most controversially, he liked you.

eren liked you, a lot.

but to say that sentence aloud would be a nightmare. professing his feelings in the heat of a moment like this could lead him right back to where you both were earlier this morning ; awkward, angry, confused — it was too much. if keeping silent meant keeping the peace, then that’s exactly what he’d do.

“hey hey, i don’t need ‘thank you’s’, yn. just doin’ you a favor remember? if anything i should be thankful you trusted me enough .. y’know, with all this. i know it might not have been your ideal first time but …”

it’s quiet now, but you smile, “it was perfect, eren. it was nothing less than perfect.”

the clock reads 1AM and you’ve fallen asleep in eren’s arms yet again for the second night in a row, snuggled into his chest as the sound of his beating heart soothes you like a soothing lullaby. he listens to the sound of your light snores while inhaling the mouth watering scent of the vanilla body wash he’d used on you, dozing off a bit as he grows excitedly anxious from the thought of you being the first person he would be seeing in the morning.

there you were ; laying on his bed, under his sheets, in his arms. you were freshly bathed, courtesy to eren splashing you with water and bubbles during the two hour long bath he’d given you — most of that time spent talking about any and everything with one another rather than cleaning you up, but he didn’t mind it one bit.

there was moment where he thought he could really get used to this — feeling your body fall into in his warmth so effortlessly while whispering sweet melodies into your ear. he felt like there was nothing on planet earth that could ruin this moment.

well, that was until his phone rattled against his nightstand, buzzing with three rounds of texts and two missed calls from no other than the villain himself — connie.

connie fucking springer.

the first text could be traced back to when you’d first arrived at eren’s doorstep.

bald man 9:52PM

yo i gotta talk to you about some shit.

the second, you were too busy moaning out in pleasure for eren to even think about reaching for his damn phone.

bald man 11:01PM

are u alive? i know i fucked up at poker but damn bro

bald man 1:15AM

i know ur awake fucker. come outside your place im already parked. hurry up before i have to walk my ass up there and drag you out my damn self.

eren’s eyes flicker to the time on his phone, at the text, then back at you again, the time reading 1:20AM.

bald man 1:20AM

i know she’s in there. i saw her car parked a few spots over open your fuckin door.

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celiastjamesoscar · 10 months

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Champagne Problems

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You were going to propose to Wanda, but a stupid argument and a fit of jealousy ruined your perfect plan. Is there still time for Wanda for fix the mistake she made, or is it too late?

Warnings: angst but turns fluffy, accusations of cheating, Tony being a douche, alcohol consumption, minor threats, light swearing

My Masterlist

AN: I rewrote the end in hopes that it makes more sense.

This was from a request a few days ago.

Word Count: 3.8K

It was all a misunderstanding from the start. You and Wanda were supposed to go to dinner with just the two of you to celebrate your one year anniversary, but you ran into Tony and Pepper at the same restaurant, and they joined in on your dinner. It was supposed to be a romantic evening for you and Wanda, and you were going to propose to her.

It might seem a little early to others, but the love you felt for Wanda was something you couldn’t describe; there were no words in the English language that could describe the love you felt for her.

The dinner started terrific; you and Wanda discussed your plans for the next few days and what you two wanted to do together. You shared laughs about the past year and how far you two had grown together. But your happy evening was ruined when a drunken Tony stumbled over to your table.

“How’s my favorite girl doing this evening?” Tony slurred as he climbed into the booth you were sitting in and slung his arm around your shoulders.

You immediately tensed up and gave Wanda an apologetic look. She knew you and Tony weren’t on the best terms because he brought up your past fling with Natasha whenever you were around the redhead. Your fling with Natasha was short and amazing, but you ultimately decided to call things off after you had met Wanda, and she agreed. The former assassin understood your reasoning for it, and she respected your decision. The only person who didn’t seem to understand it was Tony.

He had made several remarks throughout the day about you and Natasha, asking how you could let a woman like that go, but you just shrugged it off. You knew there was no arguing with you, but when he said it around Wanda this morning, it immediately put you in the dog house with the witch.

You two had not talked the rest of the day until it was time to leave for the restaurant. It was an awkward and tense drive, as neither of you said anything to the other. When you tried to talk to your girlfriend about it, she shrugged you off and said it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was.

Dinner was even more awkward as several kids approached you and asked for an autograph and if you were dating the Black Widow. You politely told them you were not, and they seemed disappointed but respected your answer. They then turned their attention to Wanda and asked for her autograph, and she accepted, but not before she frowned at the picture.

It was a picture of you, Wanda, and Natasha at a local bar, and she couldn’t help the jealousy that spread throughout her. She knew it was petty to be still upset over you and Natasha, but she couldn’t help it. So, she held her tongue and signed the picture, and glared at you once the kids had left.

“Wanda, I’m so sorry-” was all you said before Tony came over.

“Me and Wanda are fine, Tony. I would ask that you leave us to our meal, please,” you said politely, even though you were annoyed by the drunken man. You could smell the liquor on his breath and wondered where Pepper was now.

“Come on, now, Y/N. We’re buddies! You don’t want me to leave!” Tony exclaimed as he playfully hit your chest.

“Tony now is not the moment. Please leave us,” Wanda coldly stated as her eyes flashed a hint of red. You had a love-hate relationship when Wanda got mad. You loved the way her eyes turned red and how she became possessive, but you also hated the fact that she was upset with you.

Tony pushed himself off you and leaned his elbows on the table while staring at Wanda. “Come on, Wanda. You have to loosen up! We’re here for a good time, not a long time!” Tony exclaimed while reaching across the table to grab Wanda’s hand, but ended up knocking her drink into her lap.

You pushed Tony out of the booth and walked around to Wanda’s side and tried to help her clean it up, but she just shoved you off of her and stated, “I’m fine.”

When she had shoved you, you stumbled backward and came crashing into the waiter who was bringing you and Wanda two glasses of champagne, one with a ring in it.

You fell to the ground with the waiter as the glasses and bottle crashed loudly. You pulled yourself off the waiter and frantically tried to find the ring, but the only thing you came up with was your hands with tiny shards of glass stuck in them.

“I am so sorry, Y/N,” Wanda apologized and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off as you continued your search for the ring. When your hands began to ache too much from the glass, you finally stood up and noticed that every eye in the restaurant was on you. You apologized to the waiter before going back to your booth. To your demise, Tony was still there.

You sat down and wrapped your blooded hands in the cloth napkins and said nothing as you listened to Tony’s drunken slander. “I cannot believe that just happened! I mean, my god, I didn’t know you were one to cause a scene, Y/N, but from what I remember with you and Romanoff, you two were quite a team!” The man said with a slap on your back. You tensed up when you felt the sharp sting shoot throughout your back, but you said nothing as you saw a glow of red appear in Wanda’s hands.

“Tony, knock it off,” you warned through a clenched jaw.

“Come on, Y/N; we’re just shooting the shit! It’s all fun and games, just like your fling with Romanoff,” Tony laughed, clearly not reading the tension-filled room, “Say, how come you two broke up? You two were certainly the hottest couple on the team!”

“Tony, I think it’s best if you leave. Now,” Wanda said, and when you looked at her eyes, you could see the specks of red within them, along with anger. “Alright, alright! I’ll leave! No need to get upset with me,” Tony replied as she slid out of the booth, “But seriously, Y/N, Natasha is the peak female specimen.”

When Tony left, you could taste the tension in the air, and Wanda only looked at you angrily. Unable to handle it, you asked the waiter for the check and gave him a decent tip before leaving. When you got to your car, you fumbled with the keys to unlock the vehicle when you felt a small hand take them away. “I’ll drive home,” Wanda stated angrily, but you yanked the keys away from her and finally unlocked the car, “I’m fine, Wanda, just get in.”

Not wanting to fight with you, Wanda sighed before walking to the passenger side. Once she got in, you started the car and began the tense car ride home. Neither of you talked; you didn’t know what to say to the other. This was supposed to be the most romantic night of your lives, and it all had been ruined. You couldn’t tell what you were more pissed about, Tony ruining the night; you losing the expensive engagement ring, or Wanda being upset with you.

When you got home, you both went your separate ways. You went into your shared bedroom to change into different clothes while Wanda sat at the dinner table, waiting for the uncomfortable conversation she needed to have with you.

“Wanda, I do not want to talk right now,” you said as you entered the kitchen. “Okay, but I think we need to talk about what just happened,” your girlfriend replied.

You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before walking toward the dinner table. You sat the bottle on the table and the back of the chair across from Wanda. “Why do we need to talk?” You asked with an annoyed tone that Wanda scoffed at. “Because Y/N, we just got back from a dinner that Tony ruined, and he had been mentioning your relationship with Natasha all day!” Wanda exclaimed as she raised her voice.

“Why does it bother you so much what Tony says? You know how he is,” you defended while raising your voice to match Wanda. “Because I think you're with her again!” The Sokovian admitted with tears in her eyes.

A few beats of silence passed as you stared at your girlfriend. You couldn’t wrap your head around the accusation she just threw at you. “You seriously think I’m cheating on you?” You asked with a dry laugh while pointing at yourself.

“I don’t know what I think, Y/N. I know you got extremely uncomfortable when Tony mentioned Natasha at dinner tonight. He has been talking about you two nonstop lightly,” Wanda admitted with a sigh as she refused to meet your gaze. You scoffed at your girlfriend’s words and walked off toward your room. “Y/N, do not walk away from me!” Wanda shouted as she followed you.

She watched you grab your keys and pack a small bag with a change of clothes. “What are you doing?” Wanda questioned softer, afraid that she had pushed you too far. “I’m leaving,” you stated as you threw your bag over your shoulder and tried to leave the room, but Wanda stopped you.

“Let me through, Wanda,” you said as you tried to push past the woman, but she stopped you. “No, not until you talk to me!” She replied, and you could see the tears in her eyes, but you didn’t care. Not right now, not after she accused you of cheating on her based on a drunken man’s words.

You scoffed and threw down your bag, and sat on the edge of the bed while staring up at Wanda. “There’s nothing for me to say,” you mumbled. It killed you to hear the love of your life through outlandish accusations at you, and you needed your space from her. Not that you were angry with her; you were just upset with how she acted like she had personally seen you with Natasha.

“I love you more than anything, Wanda. I truly do, and this is not how I expected tonight to end. But I cannot sit around here and listen to you question my devotion to you. I worship the ground you walk on, and I would never cheat on you, but the way you talk about me makes it seem like you wish I would,” you admitted as you stood up from the bed and walked to the doorway, “will you please let me leave now?”

The redhead spent the next few moments thinking before finally speaking up, “You seriously think I want you to cheat on me?”

You let out a dry laugh as you picked up your bag again and pushed past Wanda, “Yes, Wanda. I think that because you finally need an excuse to get rid of me!” You yelled with tears in your eyes as you pointed at her, “I love you so much that it hurts, but I don’t even get an ounce of respect from you!”

Wanda said nothing as she watched you storm out of the door. She felt her heart rip apart as she watched you leave the driveway in your car, and when she could no longer see your car, she broke down and cried.

The Sokovian was never great with expressing her love for you, but she never thought it would be the driving factor in tearing you two apart. She sometimes wanted to tell you how much she loved you; she knew you needed to hear the words, but she could only express her love through actions.

She knew you needed space, so she waited around the house for you to return.

When the clock struck midnight, however, she began to get nervous, afraid that you had finally snapped and left her. She frantically tried calling you, but the phone automatically went to voicemail.

She needed you more than anything, and she had lost you. Wanda had lost her home and her brother, and she had survived. But losing you would kill her. So, she swallowed all the pride she had and went out on a mission to find you.

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Finding you was a much more complex challenge than Wanda initially anticipated. You had turned your phone on airplane mode, so any calls or texts Wanda tried were automatically declined. And she couldn’t even track you on Life360, which pissed her off more than it should have. She then called everyone on the team, even Natasha and Tony, but they hadn’t seen you.

“I’ll keep an eye out for her, Wanda. Don’t worry,” Natasha said into the phone. The Russian worried about you, for Wanda’s sake, even though she knew from experience you could be a pain in the ass.

“Thank you, Natasha, I appreciate it,” Wanda responded.

“No problem; let me know when you find her so I murder her for you.”

Wanda laughed at the other woman’s joke. Natasha always knew how to cheer people up, no matter the circumstances. “Trust me, I will,” a few seconds passed before Wanda asked, “Would you happen to have Maria’s number? She and Y/N are really good friends, so she might be with her.”

Hushed whispers could be heard on the other end of the phone, and it sounded like Natasha was arguing with someone. When Wanda was getting ready to ask what was happening, a different voice said. “Um, actually, Wanda, Y/N isn’t with me because I’m with Natasha right now,” Maria spoke into the phone, and Wanda could hear the embarrassment in the raven-haired woman’s voice.

“Oh, oh. I am sorry, you two; I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t know you two were a thing,” Wanda apologized when she finally realized what was happening between Natasha and Maria.

“It’s okay,” Natasha laughed into the phone once she stole it back from her girlfriend, “We’ll keep an eye out for Y/N and give you a call if we find her. Okay?”

“Okay, thank you, Natasha. I owe you one.”

“It’s not a problem. Stay safe, Wans; I love you,” Natasha said before hanging up the phone. Natasha cared for Wanda like a sister, and she hated knowing that the other woman was hurting.

With nothing left to do and no other options, Wanda began driving around the city, trying to find you, wherever that was.

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Wanda wasn’t even ten minutes into her hunt for you when she received a call from Natasha. When she answered the phone, she could hear the faint crying of someone, followed by slurred words.

“Shut the fuck up!” Natasha screamed at the crying person before turning her attention to the phone, “I’m sorry about that,” Natasha apologized in a much softer tone, “but I found Y/N.”

At the mention of your name, Wanda sprung up from the couch and grabbed her keys. “Oh my god, thank you so much, Natasha,” Wanda said as she flew out to her car.

Natasha scoffed at the other end of the line, “Don’t thank me yet; I’m seriously considering killing her if you don’t get here soon.”

“Why? What’s she doing?” Wanda asked once she got her phone hooked up to the Bluetooth system in her car and began driving toward Natasha’s apartment.

“Well, she’s currently talking about your relationship problems and is asking me how she can fix things between the two of you,” Natasha said before yelling in Russian at someone, presumably you.

Wanda quietly chuckled at Natasha’s words, “I’m on my way; just don’t kill her before I get there.”

“No promises,” Natasha replied with a slight huff and hung up the phone, praying that Wanda got there soon or else she would not be held responsible for your murder.

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As she approached the door to Natasha’s apartment, Wanda could hear the sounds of faint arguing followed by violent sobs.

“Stop being a baby!” The Sokovian heard Natasha yell on the other side of the door and then she listened to the crying continue. “I’m going to stab you in the neck with a knife if you don’t stop!” Wanda had to bite back a laugh at the Russian’s threat while she knocked.

She heard a quiet ‘thank god’ before the door was flung open. Natasha wore an annoyed expression while her eyes looked like they had seen Hell itself. She ushered the witch into the room, and Wanda sighed with relief.

You were sitting on the floor with your legs outstretched in front of you with a bottle of Seagrams in a bandaged hand, and Wanda could smell the alcohol on you as soon as she stepped into the room. Your eyes instantly shot up to Wanda as she walked toward you, but you made no effort to stand up; you were afraid she was here to break things off with you.

“Hi,” you said with bloodshot eyes and a sloppy smile as you tried your best to act somewhat sober. “Hi,” Wanda replied as she crouched before you, “are you ready to go?”

With a nod of your nod, your girlfriend helped you stand up, and you finished off the alcohol. “Here you go,” you slurred with a smile on your face as you handed the bottle to Maria, who gave you a quirt nod as she watched you leave with Wanda.

Wanda let you out to the car and opened the door for you, and helped buckle you once she saw you struggle with the seat belt. She gently kissed your forehead, closed the door, and entered the driver’s seat.

A quiet sniffling pulled the witch’s attention away from the road, and her heart broke when she saw that you were crying. Wanda reached over to you and gently grabbed your hand, and gave it a comforting squeeze before turning her eyes back to the road.

The rest of the drive home was silent, except for your occasional hiccup or sniffle. Wanda helped you stumbled into the house and quietly laughed when she saw you fall onto your shared bed.

You were left alone for a few minutes when Wanda left to get you a bottle of water and some pepto bismol that you will need in the morning.

When Wanda returned, you graciously accepted the water and chugged all of it within fifteen seconds before setting the empty bottle on your nightstand.

You felt the bed dip in, and you turned to see your beautiful girlfriend scoot toward you. You happily extended your arms, and she graciously accepted your embrace.

“I love you so much, Wans,” you muttered against Wanda’s chest as she placed a soft kiss on your head. “I love you too, Y/N,” she replied.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love you,” you slurred, and Wanda almost laughed at the cheesy quote, “I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

“Calm down, Darcy, I’m not going anywhere,” Wanda said with a small laugh as sleep slowly consumed the both of you.

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The early morning soon peeked through your curtains and instantly made your head pound. You let out a small groan and your stomach turned as you ran into the bathroom. You threw up your entire stomach in the toilet and flushed it down when you heard a dry chuckle come from behind you. With a turn of your head, you saw your alluring girlfriend leaning on the doorframe with a sly smirk on her lips.

“Feeling any better this morning?” Wanda asked as she pushed off the doorframe and approached you. You smiled when you felt a small hand fall onto your back and made back-and-forth motions. “Not at all,” you replied as you stood up and faced Wanda.

You moved to kiss her, but she placed her pointer finger on your lips and slightly pushed you backward. “Nuh uh, you just threw up and you have morning breath. Brush your teeth first,” the woman stated.

With a scoff, you began brushing your teeth while glaring at Wanda for denying your morning kisses. The witch watched as you brushed your teeth and climbed back into bed after tightly shutting the curtains.

Once you had finished brushing your teeth, you crawled into bed and cuddled up next to Wanda, who wrapped her arms around you tightly.

A few moments of silence passed before you broke it in a hushed whisper, “I’m sorry for the way I treated you last night.”

“It’s okay, Y/N, it wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I blew up on you when I shouldn’t have,” Wanda said as she felt her shirt become wet. She pulled your head off of her chest and instantly frowned when she saw that you had been crying, “What’s wrong?”

You sighed deeply as you looked into Wanda’s loving eyes, “It’s just… That’s not how I expected last night to go at all. I had this romantic dinner planned and I had everything set up.”

To say that Wanda was beyond confused would be an understatement. She could guess what you were talking about, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up if you weren’t actually planning on proposing to her. “What do you mean?” She asked with a weak tone.

“I was going to propose to you last night, Wanda. But when you pushed me off, I fell into the waiter and lost the ring that was in the champagne,” you admitted with a weak smile, and Wanda felt her heart drop at your words.

Last night was supposed to be the happiest night of your lives, and she ruined it by letting her stupid, petty jealousy get in the way. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I ruined it. I let my petty jealousy ruin our night, and I am so sorry about that. I promise I will do everything I can to make it up to you,” Wanda apologized.

“It’s alright Wanda; as long as I have you, I’m happy. I’m just a little bummed the ring was lost,” you admitted with a quiet laugh, “I guess you could say it was a champagne problem?” You finished with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk.

Wanda chuckled at your shitty joke as she playfully slapped your arm, “I have an idea on how I can make it up to you; if you’ll let me.”

“Anything, my love.”

“Let me propose to you in an apple orchard somewhere, to make it up to you.”

“Deal,” you stated with a smile as you sealed it with a kiss from your future wife.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #marvel

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multifandomslxt · 1 year

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How I think NCT127 would act if somebody was badmouthing their s/o

Taeil

Won’t say anything at first

Others would probably think he didn’t give a fuck

When really he’s waiting to get them alone

So he can scrap them😭

I guarantee you Mr. Moon gets shit done

Gonna have a mf trying to repent

“Say something like that again and I swear”

Would end up spending the night in a jail cell

Johnny

Fe fi foe fum you dumb bitch

If you think this mf is gonna let them get a way with that shit you hit your head somewhere

“What did you just say?”

Stands up and straightens his back

Will knock them tf out

They’re not gonna talk about the love of his life like that

Tf they think this is?

The Mickey mouse clubhouse?

Taeyong

Just no

Wouldn’t say shit

They just lose everything one day

Their job

Assests

Friends

It don’t matter trust and believe he don’t want them within a five mile radius of his s/o

“Clearly you have nothing to lose”

Probably -no- WILL turn his entire circle against them

Yuta

First of all

Who in their right mind would fuck with his s/o

He made sure to tell everyone to keep his s/o’s name out of their mouths

So when he hears them talking

Mr.Nakamoto is gonna catch a case

Without a doubt

100%

He’s going to JAIL😭😭😭

He warned y’all

“You must be one brave son of a bitch to be talking about my s/o like that”

Doyoung

They must not like themselves

They must crave having a low self esteem

Because that is exactly what Doyoung would give them

“And your Squidward Tentacles built ass is some how better than my s/o? Yeah…right”

Would disrespect the fuck out of them

Wouldn’t even need to lift a finger

“Move along you dog shit smelling ass bitch”

Jaehyun

Laughs at them

And I mean falls to the floor laugh

Goes home and tells his s/o

Because why would he keep the joke to himself

Come back the next day with his a/o and they both cuss them out

“Are you that desperate for attention?”

He Makes everyone else laugh at them

Jungwoo

He’s using his cigarette to burn tf outta their eyes

End of story 😭😭

One minute they’re bad mouthing the next they’re running to the ICU

“Keep your fucking mouth shut”

Did I mention he would be in the same cell as Yuta?

Mark

Will hate them from afar

Not confrontational

Seems harmless but he spreads rumours

Rumours that’ll fuck someone’s life up

So good luck to them

“You should’ve never said that maybe then no one would know your business”

Plays innocent when someone accuses him of spreading said rumours

“Dude what are you talking about”

Haechan

He’s a bully.

Period.

Would make their life a living hell

Calls other people to help him bully them

“Oh now you wanna say sorry?”

He would make sure they wouldn’t get away with it

Only he’s allowed to badmouth his s/o (teasingly)

#nct scenarios #nct smut #nct 127 #nct dream #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct yuta #nct taeyong #nct fluff #nct doyoung #nct taeil #nct johnny #nct jaehyun #nct #nct mark #nct haechan #nct jungwoo

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𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁 ➞ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗶𝗻

𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿; 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗼: 𝗛, 𝗜, 𝗼𝗿 𝗫 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗛 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗫 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗸𝘇 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲.

➞ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝘂𝗺, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝘁𝗼𝘆𝘀, 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆, 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼'𝘀, 𝗲𝘁𝗰.

➞ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱!! 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶 𝗱𝗼, 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 ≠ 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kindest man you will ever meet. He has a whole buffet, bath, and script prepared afterward. First, you feast. Then, you'll take a bath and get cleaned up. And before you fall asleep, he praises you after what happened and reassures you of a few things.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: Obviously, his muscles. He loves the way he can show off his strength in many different positions.

On you: Your tummy/torso. His favorite place to cum + finds it cute. Plus, it's a place where he lays his head when you cuddle.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

From the last one, his favorite place to cum is your tummy. It's his favorite because once he pulls out, his dick doesn't land on you since it is rather hard, and once he finishes ejaculating he rests it on your soft skin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

(Literally dirty) — He was telling stories about his past relationships and sex experiences, and he brought up that the last woman he slept with had a nasty pussy smell. He hated giving her head and she was a rude person so he broke it off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Somewhere in the middle. He's not too experienced but he's clearly not a virgin. He knows what he wants and he's willing to show it to you, not really giving a shit if you're inexperienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

For soft sex, he resorts to the casual lotus position, so when he leans you back a little bit it'll hit you just right. For rough sex, butterfly position, or downward dog if he's gonna talk more dirty to you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Cracks jokes here and there to lighten up the mood. Changbin NEVER makes jokes about your body or what you're doing. Most of the time it's a play on words or about himself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

Jacks off in the shower so no one will hear him. He did this before he met any of his partners and even when he was a virgin. Changbin isn't too proud of it, but it's definitely something to remember (even though he still does it).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise

Spanking

Sex toys

Using a blindfold

Anything to do with body worship

Mirror sex

Subtle breeding kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Specifically at home, but quickies in secluded bathrooms. (His quickies are only head so it won't take too long for him to cum or for you to orgasm from him being on your pussy.)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Anything you do to try to turn him on will undoubtedly turn him on. I'll say it again, you gotta work for it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Knife/Gun/Weapon play

Watersports...

Somnophilia

Costume sex

Age difference

"Stuck" sex

Pet play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

OMG THIS MAN WOULD DIE FOR YOU TO RIDE HIS FACE. If you're hesitant to ride his face he'll pull you down right on him. He would rather have it where his eyes are still visible to you so he can mumble the words "look at me" on your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Lovemaking and soft sex are slow while rough sex is fast. It doesn't matter his mood because he could be very mad but still wants to make love to you, and vice versa.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's willing only if he's eating you out or you're sucking him off. That's the only time it is acceptable.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He knows himself very well in bed, but he's willing to experiment and prefers to as well. Trying new things may result in more sex with him, etc. So if I were you I would experiment with new kinks, toys, etc.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His rounds are LONG. It's not that he won't cum it's just that you need to work for him to cum. Compared to you, he could cum once when you orgasmed twice already.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Owns a few dildos. They go from small to large, since they came in a set. When you get horny and he's not in the mood he suggests (or will) put one in you and use that instead of his own dick.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

For foreplay, a little bit. He teases verbally rather than physically since he does the exact opposite of what he says he'll do. He could say "oh yeah? you gonna cum? better not..." and the minute you do he's all over you in praise. It truly makes no sense.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lower grunts with higher moans is what it sounds like. You can't forget the curse words of course. He muffles them under his breath cause he knows he will get caught if he is too loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

Used to have an obsession with porn. It's better now, he doesn't watch it, but it was horrible beforehand. Every night he'd come home to it, and it would be all he could think about. Now it's you he gets to think about.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not high at all. You gotta make it high, to be honest. He's never point-blank horny, it's more of an awkward sensation he gets every so often, which is why sex can vary from a couple of days to many weeks apart with him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

From the aftercare part of this, most likely when you fall asleep. After the food, bath, and speech, his ass is tired. Changbin enjoys the feeling of having you in his arms while he drifts off to sleep.

𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁! 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 ♡

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just-jordie-things · 5 months

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hello hello!!!!! hope ur having a good day <33

I wanted tk know if i could ask some hcs about jjk charcters (preferably inumaki and yuuta but any you want/feel like will do too!!) with a dancer s/o?? or someone who just really likes dancing and dances often. Perhaps asks them to dance with them??

Feel free to ignore it if it's not to your taste!! tyvm 🥰🥰

this is so cute but also i'm not a dancer so bear with me for some of this ok? :) dance related brainrots comin right up!!!

gojo satoru hates slow dancing. he's got nothing against bopping around to a song that's been stuck in the head, or when the rest of the club is feeling it... but ballroom dancing? slow dancing? no way. for one, it's so cheesy he could die of embarrassment. for two- he doesn't have the time to slow down that much. but for some reason, when you're playing that pretty slow song you like while doing the dishes, you catch him passing by and holding out your hand, his feet are carrying him over to you without question. but you're smiling as you wrap your other hand around his neck and pull him close. his hand finds purchase on your hip just as naturally as he'd walked over to you, and before he knows it, you're slowly rocking around in a lazy circles in your kitchen. it's all against his will, of course. it's some spell you've put on him that brings him to pull you closer and spin you like you're his princess- which you are- and cradle your head lovingly against his chest. ___

okkotsu yuuta has never tried his hand at dancing before. but then he finds you one day in one of the training rooms and you're not wearing your usual workout attire, no, today you'd decided on a slimming black leotard and pale pink tights and as his eyes travel and see a pair of ballet flats on your feet he can't help but laugh a bit. you? ruthless, nunchuck weilding, you, do ballet? you scoff at his laughter, and tell him that it actually helps to keep you limber, and balanced- all in all a better sorcerer. after some back and forth on other methods to keep you flexible, you decide to put him to the test. as it turns out, yuuta can't back down from a dare, and just like that you're guiding him through the different positions. it doesn't take long for him to realize that ballet while elegant is not easy. you work him hard for the next few hours, but at least he gets to dance with you up close and personal while you teach him ballet. and hey, maybe he'll stick with the method. ___

inumaki toge loved watching you dance. you danced all the time, and everywhere. you're doing chores? you've got headphones on and you're bopping all over the place. cooking? you're shaking our hips and mixing up a delicious smelling pot with an extra flair to your stirring. he's watched you dance around while pushing a cart at the supermarket. he assumes there must always be a beat stuck in that pretty head of yours, something to make you want to boogie. it's cute! but it's even cuter when you make him dance with you. sometimes you ask him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and beckoning him over with your swinging hips. but even better is when you just grab him and make him join you. by his hand, by his belt loop, by the back of his neck, sometimes you just don't have the patience to wait for an answer, you need a dance partner now! no biggie, toge's never turned down a chance to swing you around in his arm or twirl and dip you dramatically... even if you are dancing to oldies in the laundromat. ___

kamo choso had never really danced before... at all. so when you find yourselves at a small event with other sorcerers, and people start to fill the open space to dance to the soft live music, you seize an oppurtunity. you can tell he's uncertain and a bit lost when he's watching people couple up to dance together, so you take his drink out of his hand, placing it aside with yours, before you take his hand again. "choso, do you want to dance?" it's so sweet he wouldn't dare refuse your offer- not when the idea of holding you close and having you hold him too makes his heart stutter in his chest. you're already starting to pull him with you to the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor when he mumbles "i don't- i've never really done this before" and you have to bite your cheek to stifle your laughter at the innocent statement. you don't have to say the words i'll show you how, he gets the gist when you place his hands at your hips. you're not doing much, just swaying side to side, moving in slow circles, and you both stay pretty far from the other dancers... but he loves it. he loves everything about it, from holding you, and getting to see how much you light up from the simple action. he hopes this event goes late into the evening, so he has every excuse to keep doing this with you.

#satoru brainrot #choso brainrot #toge brainrot #yuuta brainrot #gojo satoru x reader #kamo choso x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #inumaki toge x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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just chubby rader rape+degradation plsss ... barking and whining

tw/cw: rape/non-con, degrading, pet play, sensory overstimulation (?) tell me if i missed any. 🎀

you didn't specify which character, so i chose simon riley because i know he'd love to degrade his pup! (i hope you don't mind me adding pet play. if so, i can make another blurb w/o it!) :3

rapist!simon loves taking advantage of your poor, used body. he's filled you up so many times, that the bruises on your waist are almost permanent with new ones appearing when the others heal. bending you over the bed, toying with your puppy tail and tugging on it firmly to get a reaction out of you!

simon riley knows how much you hate having the tail on, and even worse, the dog ears. :( but humilating you gets him so, so hard that he can't help by abuse your feelings and make you uncomfortable by forcing them onto you -- just like he forces himself onto you.

your soft thighs spread wide open, with simon's large hands gripping your thighs tightly, slapping them and groaning out when they jiggle. it gets him all riled up, with his hard, stiff cock throbbing at the sight of your wet, glossy cunt. “jus’ relax f’me, pet. don’t make me slap ya’..” when he eases inside, watching you cry out, he can only chuckle at your misery! “dirty whore, so gross.”

the way he pins you down, his muscular body rubbing up against yours, pinning you down with his heavy weight -- you're irresistible, especially when your pussy throbs and clenches around him so tightly. he pounds into you, watching as each tear rolls down your soft cheeks before being slapped.

“don’t act like ya' don’t want this’. such a filthy toy, pretty girl’. can feel ya’ pulsin’ ‘round my cock, just like the dumb slag ya' are.” he spits, balls smacking against your ass with each thrust knocking the wind from your lungs.

covered in the smell of his gross sweat, strong musk, and thick, milky cum. :(

#tw: rape #tw: non con #tw: dubcon #tw: dark content #tw: pet play #tw: degradation #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #cod smut #call of duty #mw2 ghost #ghost mw2 #orla speaks #ghost call of duty #ghost headcanon #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley

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fontainesiblingsbiggestfan · 3 months

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Lyney & Lynette with GN S/O's pet

notes: mod dont quite know what exactly to write about but thats fine cause can just make it up as mod goes on.. would post more but dont wanna overflow the tags with mods stuff and drown out other wonderful writers n whatnot! this is probably way worse than the last one so sorry if it sucks :( [btw rq reminder that u can request stuff, so look into that if you want something made for one of/both of these two.)

Lyney is pretty good with animals of all types pretty much!! Besides fish though, fish hate him (and no even in a scared way, they bite him.) As soon as he realizes you have a pet he instantly wants to befriend it, asks you what they're like, do they like to eat this or that..

Probably gonna have to tell him to not give your pet too many treats, cause he might overdo it a tiny bit while trying to make him their favorite. Would probably start bringing a treat for everytime he went to your house then explains it as him having to pay an "entrance fee". If your pet is able to/likes to play he might bring them a toy like.. Every two or so weeks? Whenever he sees a cute toy for their species he'll just get one for your pet.

If it's a dog, he doesn't have much experience with them due to various reasons, but he doesn't dislike them or anything (even if he does prefer kitties..) You might not want a big one on his lap or anything though since he's not neccesarily the biggest guy, so be careful with that.

Asks you if it sheds before he even enters the house. He needs to know cause nine times out of ten he just finished a show and he does not want pet hair all over his show clothes. If it is then he'll probably end up going home to change to avoid any issues regarding that.

Cats love Lyney 99% of the time, can tame even the craziest of crazies into lapcats. Of course, this is 99%, not 100.. The 1% wants him dead. Birds also tend to like him since he's used to working with doves and whatnot, used to dealing with them. Asks you if he can have it on his finger/arm. Also good with rabbits due to him also working with them, might scare it like once with a magic trick though since he might forget yours isn't really used to that.?? Feels bad afterwards though and gives it food as an apology so I suppose it's alright.

Lyney is willing to petsit and is good at it. If your pet destroys anything you own while your gone he might just.. Replace it and hope you don't notice. Would be a bit scared that you might get angry at him also for letting it do that or something. In general would describe him as a pretty solid person to keep around your pet with points deducted due to the issue of him spoiling the thing too much, 8/10.

Lynette is liked by cats, and they tend to gravitate towards her. So, if you have a cat, hurray! If you have a dog, however...

Dogs don't really like her, with the range going from them barking at her constantly to just ignoring her, depending entirely on the dog's personality. Don't worry, though; it won't really offend her. She's quite used to it, and besides, she isn't a dog fan anyway. She would probably ask you to put the dog up if it won't leave her alone, though.

A lot like Lyney, she is also good with birds and rabbits. But do keep in mind, just because she's good with them, doesn't mean they're good with her. Birds, unless having been subject to Lynette for long enough, tend to fly away from her. Not all of them, just most of them.

Rodents and the like also run from her. And amphibians. And fish. Her cat-like features and smell seem to frighten any animals that would qualify as prey to a cat. But again, she doesn't really mind; she expected this sort of reaction anyway.

She doesn't try to make them like her or anything, wouldn't even mind if they hated her. Still, that doesn't mean she would turn the animal down if it does happen to enjoy her presence; she'd not-so-secretly like it if they did. Lynette might even come to your house just to chill out with the pet (you being a small side bonus to the trip).

Pretty good petsitter, kind of. Lynette has her own cats at home, so she's used to being climbed all over or serving food and whatnot. As long as the animal isn't scared of her, it will go fine. Just pray to God you have no machines that she'd have to use in her time there, and she'll be fine, 8/10 (points deducted for obvious reasons).

#lynette x reader #lyney x reader #genshin lynette #genshin lyney #lyney #lynette #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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Good Dog

author note: Part 1, part 2 here. First time ever writing for Simon. In the same universe as my The Beast Within series. Enjoy! :)

summary: His favourite words include; down boy, good dog, heel, fetch and his most favourite, get 'em. Well trained, and listens good. Loyal through and through. Always striving to be the absolute best. Ready to attack at all times, always on guard. Loves discipline, either giving or receiving. Working for a criminal mastermind, lurking in the shadows. You both trying not to be seen or noticed but after one unlucky night, all you both can see are the ghosts. He invades your life, if you both like it or not.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. Violence, blood, death. Gun and Knife. Mentions of sexual assault but not by Simon. Trauma for both Simon and Reader. A/b/o dynamics. Simon is an Alpha and reader is a Beta. Not proofread

You find yourself in a bit of a pickle, the classic wrong place and wrong time. Feeling the cold steel pressing into your neck, just under your jugular. You just wanted your cookies and juice, stopping off at a corner store on your way home. You hated the night shifts but put up with them. Not much people awake this late at night, the only reason you felt ok taking in the extra shifts - plus the overtime.

You didn't get to make it to the till before you felt the rough hands grabbing you for behind, the blade of a dirty rusty knife aginast your throat. A horrible smelling Alpha ringing in your ears. The poor cashier looking between you, the blade and your attacker.

"Empty it, all of it." he barked, shoving you further into his chest. His hand was shaking and breath smelled off. A mixutre of alcohol, cigarettes and something else. "Now, damn it!" the knife sinking into your neck a little, enough to draw a small amount of blood. The cashier, who was only a Beta, smashing the buttons on the register until it popped open. Grabbing fists full of cash and pushing it over the counter.

"You too hot stuff." his hot breath in your ear, making you cringe. You yourself only a Beta, trying to grab for your backpack which was slung over your shoulders, struggling as this idiot was blocking it. "It's in the bag, just take it." you told him while shimming the thing off of you. His grip loosened, yanking the bag down your arms and pushing you to the side. He ran to the counter, shoving the cash inside.

You didn't notice it at first, him pulling something out of his back pocket. You didn't notice until you heard the loud bang, leaving a ringing in your ears. And the feeling of the hot liquid on your face. You were still on the ground, where you landed after being shoved to the side.

"Pretty little thing aren't ya, I'm gonna have fun with ya." the attacker said while looking at you. He slung the backpack over his shoulders, and began stalking to you. You tried scrambling back, but you limbs were heavy and numb. Your mind screaming at you to do anything but sit in the same spot." Come 'ere won't ya." you felt his hands in your once again. The Alphas scent was rotted, like spoiled food left out in the sun. It made your ears burn and nose sting.

"Let 'er go mate." the voice was deep, too deep you thought. Your attacker stopping in his tracks, holding his gun out while he turned around to see what bloke decided to play hero. But he wasn't fast enough, the gun was knocked out of his hands. And he was thrown to the floor, a boot coming down on his chest.

And you, oh stupid you. Still sitting in that same spot, with the cashier's blood on your face. Eyes wide and lips dry, finally taking in a deep breath. Your lungs stinging, causing you to cough and finally let out a cry. "Oh my God, oh my God." you just kept on screaming. Frantically trying to get the bits of blood and who the hell knows what else off of you.

Scrambling to your knees, crawling away from both men and towards the back of the store. There had to be another exit, your knees ached as you crawled across the cold, hard tiles. Only making it to the storage room before you heard him. His footsteps not far behind you.

"Wait a minute." he spoke, trying to stop you. But it only made you panic more, "Oh God, please, please! Don't kill me! " you sobbed, your tears were flowing, obstructing your view from the man now crouching in front of you. "I ain't gonna hurt ya, ok." it was gentle, almost sympathetic the way he spoke to you. "Just tryna make sure ya alrite." his hands tilted your neck back, his eyes staring intentively at the small trickle of blood coming from the wound. "Looks like ya live." he turned your face again, giving you a full check out.

"Police been called." he stopped to clear his throat "Should be 'ere soon. They might wanna talk to ya." he removed his hands from you. Leaning back on his feet, tucking them into his pockets. "Ya think ya ok to stand?" he asked. But you kept staring, not making a sound or movement. "Ok, ya in shock." he didn't know what to do.

He got up from his spot, leaving you in the hallway against the storage door. Walking to the front of the store and picking up the bag of cookies and the bottle of apple juice. Making his way back to you, "ere, might be good." he handed you the items, but after you didn't bother grabbing them he set them down in front of you.

Fuck, he wasn't even supposed to be here. Deciding to go for a walk to clear his mind. That was until he heard the gun ring out, racing into the shitty corner store. Finding that asshole over you, his gun at his side. The fucker is now knocked out cold, but this won't look good. Not one bit.

He's gonna get dragged down to the station, along with you. But you would get treated better, at least he hoped. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have a good reputation. He literally just got out of the slammer last week.

His attention drifted from you to the sound of the front door opening, the little bell jingling. "Police! Identify yourselves." shit he thought, too late to ditch. "Look sweetheart, the police are 'ere now." he tried looking into your eyes but you were too far gone. "Back' ere!" he yelled. Standing up and back against the wall. Two officers came down the hallway, "Is 'at you Riley." one of them spoke. "What the hell ya get yaself into now." the taller officer stopped in front of him, eyeing him up and down. "She's in shock, the other is probably dead behind the counter." he spoke up, knowing fuy well the poor clerk was dead his brains splattered all over the wall.

"Can't keep yaself outta trouble now." the same officer said. "Wasn't me, the guy out on the floor is your man." he stood straight has a board, chin held high. He always did, habit he guessed. A mixutre of his Alpha and the years of training. "Right, like I should believe ya." the officers chuckled together.

You didn't know when or how you got here. In this fluorescently lit room, the cold metal desk under your forearms. Your neck bandaged and most of the blood gone from your face. You told the officers everything, about your horrible job, your juice and cookies, the horrible smelling man that attacked you and killed the clerk, and lastly the one that saved you. Blue, you thought, his eyes were blue. His eye lashes blonde, probably like the rest of him. His scent lingered on your skin, you could still feel the warmth of his touch.

The officers leaving you alone, it's been at least 10 minutes. What could they possibly be doing, you just wanted to be home, to take boiling hot shower and scrub yourseld clean. Trying to remember if you had any more scouring pads left and if that would even do the trick.

In the next room over, Simon just got done answering the same questions over and over again. Finally getting frustrated, "Don't ya have access to the damn security cameras." he asked, rolling his neck trying to relieve the stress that started to build up in him. At least they didn't cuff him, he thought. They finly left him alone, alone to his thoughts. Thoughts that kept going back to you. You.

His mind raced with scenarios, ones where he never went for that walk. And ones were he arrived to late. He couosnt stop thinking about your dead body, he's seen so many that they were all the same. The same lifeless corpse, their dead eyes staring up at him. Suddenly the door slammed open, "Well if it ain't ya lucky day, Riley." the first officer from before said. Holding it open for Simon to exit through. His skin was itching, the throbbing in his neck still adamant. He needed a cigarette, he needed it real bad.

You stood outside the station, far from your apartment. You didn't have your phone, keys or wallet on you. All being taken as evidence, not having a place to stay unless you were able to break into your own apartment.

The night was getting more chilly, you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself. Hugging then to your body, you didn't notice him walking up next to you. But you did notice the overwhelming scent, swirling around you and dancing with the his cigarette smoke. "You finally ok?" he asked, he knew it was a stupid question. You scoffed, what kind of question was that. "No. No I'm not and I don't think I ever will be." your mind kept flooding with thoughts, thoughts about what could have happened if he didn't show up. Would you be dead on the dirty floor of that corner shop. Or would you be dead in the alley next to it, clothes ripped and body violated. You kept thinking about his words and the way his eyes drank you in.

"Shit, I know. I'm sorry." Simon was silently bearing himself up. "It's ok." you told him back, but was it? Was it ok? "Got anywhere to be?" he asked. Noticing that you were still standing in front of the station, if he was you he'd be home by now. "Not really, do you know how to pick a lock?" turning to finally face him. You sucked back a breath, damn he was attractive you thought. A blush reaping up your cheeks, making you turn back to fscing forward. "It's just, they took my keys and shit. And I don't have another way to get into my building." you tried explaining. "I can try." Simon offered, knowing damn well he could, easily. "Need a ride?" he asked, also guessing they took your phone and wallet. Luckily he had both, and he knew exactly who to call at this hour. "That would be great, thank you." you said to him. Turning back around to watch him walk away, his phone pressed to his ears. It only took a few minutes before an unmarked car showed up. Simon opened the back door for you, getting in first and him after. You told the driver your address, the car pulling in front of your run down apartment building a few minutes after.

Simon got out behind you, saying a few hushed words to he driver before he sped off. "Good neighborhood." he joked, he only lived a block down. "It's not all that bad." you told him. "Hey what's your name, if you don't mind." it completely slipped your mind. "Simon." it was short, and slight uncomfortable. You felt it the moment you asked the question. Simon worked on getting the front door to the building open, taking longer than he needed to just to show that he wasn't an expert in this, even though he was. "Well, um, thank you." it came out distorted, coughing a bit to clear your throat. "Thank you Simon, really. I was just sitting there, I could do anything and... and." you stopped yourself from rambling. "Don't worry about." he wasn't good with these interactions. He motioned to the now opened door. "Right, sorry." you began the climb up to your floor and to your door. Simon got to work right away, taking no time in opening this one. Turning the knob a bit to make sure it was unlocked. "There ya go." he said. Stepping back and letting you push it open. "Again, thank you so much." you turned back around to find him half way down the hall.

He's odd you thought, but you didn't care. You were home and the shower was calling you name.

Simon had to leave, he needed to get out of there and away from you. He knew the way you were feeling, that guilt sitting in your stomach. The feeling of unsurness and doom. He felt it everyday. All this for a walk, taking another cigarette out and making his way home. No more night walks for him.

#cod mw2 #Cod mwii #Simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #Simon ghost riley x female reader #Ghost mwii #a/b/o dynamics #Alpha Simon #Alpha Simon riley #ghost x reader #Ghost x you #Ghost x female reader #Ghost mw2

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