#pls forgive me while i figure out voice!!!

[kentopedia]

nightly rituals

ft. dazai, chuuya, sigma, ranpo, fyodor

summary — little things you do together before going to sleep

contents — very sweet, domestic moments !! sfw.

notes — another subpar short piece from me while i finish up some wips. i wrote this kind of quickly so pls forgive any errors !! :(

₊˚⊹♡ DAZAI + reading

“osamu.” you glanced up at him from under his book, drawing his name out as you rested your head on his lap.

until that point, you’d been scrolling through your phone, hoping he'd be annoyed by the lack of your attention. instead, dazai picked up the book you'd been reading together, and started from where you left off.

your ridiculous ploy for his affection had turned on you, and now, you were the one that was desperate to hear his voice.

dazai looked down at you, his eyes playful as he smiled. “what?”

you stared back at him, disgruntled by the fact that he’d so quickly figured out your silly little game and made it his own. "nothing."

dazai twisted a piece of your hair on his finger, patient, and shrugged, returning to the novel, looking far too interested in the pages.

you groaned, poking him in the stomach. “you’re just going to read ahead without me?”

“you didn’t seem to mind when you were on your phone instead.” he frowned, though most of his disappointment was feigned, and amusement lingered at the edges of his expression.

“you were in the shower!" you scoffed.

dazai laughed, and shifted the book to his other hand, and leaned over to kiss you softly. “i'm not anymore.”

though you usually indulged him in his antics, you were tired, and just wanted to close out the night with another chapter of the story you'd been so invested in. it was much better when it came straight from his lips.

“i can see that.” you rolled your eyes, frowning. “are you going to read to me now, osamu?”

dazai brightened, proud of himself for finally getting you to admit what you wanted. "well, you could've asked a little nicer, but since i love you..."

he flipped to the previous page, the one you'd both been at the night before, and you realized he hadn't even been reading at all.

you huffed out a laugh, burying your head further into his thighs, but dazai didn't start reading. he remained staring at you with a pointed expression.

"what's the matter now?"

"you didn't say it back." dazai's lips drew down theatrically.

you sighed, and pulled at the collar of his shirt, stretching your waist to kiss him, lazily, missing his lips by a mile. "you already know i love you too, osamu. that's the only reason you get away with annoying me all the time."

dazai, finally satisfied, let you fall back against him, and began reading the next chapter to you.

though you'd wanted to stay awake for a while longer, the minute he began, you were already dozing off, so warm in his arms.

“your voice is so nice,” you said sleepily, closing your eyes as he read. “like a lullaby.”

dazai laughed quietly, but he softened, smiling as he read. he held the book in one hand, and massaged your scalp with the other, delicate fingers threading through your hair until you fell asleep.

₊˚⊹♡ CHUUYA + skincare

“let me do it this time, chuuya," you said, staring him down with the sweet eyes of yours that you knew he could never resist.

chuuya could have easily stolen the tub of moisturizer away from you, but he let you hold it far out of his reach, his smile soft. “but i like doing it.”

“yeah, well, you do it every night. i want a turn.”

chuuya said nothing for a moment, his gaze sharp. then, he relented and sighed. “fine.” he leaned against the counter, resting his weight on it. “think you can ask me for whatever you want, and i'll just give it you, huh?”

you laughed, smiling as you unscrewed the lid. “i think we both know the answer to that.”

though you were only teasing him, chuuya softened, kissing your forehead. he placed his hands on your hips, drawing you closer and closer.

“you’re right,” he said, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks as you slathered the moisturizer over his smooth skin. “i can’t say no to you, baby.”

you shook your head, amused, and massaged his cheeks lightly. chuuya relaxed into your touch, the tightness in his jaw alleviating.

"don't fall asleep," you teased, running your thumb over his full bottom lip.

"'m not," he said, letting out a small breath. but his eyes were glazed when he opened them again, far too tender for such a powerful man. "your hands just feel so soft."

"i can't carry you to bed," you warned. "you'll have to sleep on the cold counter."

"you wouldn't let me stay here all night long." he slid his hands over your hips, down your back, grinning. "you hate sleeping in that bed without me."

₊˚⊹♡ SIGMA + making tea

“do you want honey in it, love?”

you hummed a yes, squeezing your arms around his waist, hugging him tighter from behind. his hair was soft against your cheek as you rested your head on his back.

sigma poured the water, letting the tea steep.

you leaned your weight on him, yawning. “how was your day?”

he craned his neck to see you, but didn’t move otherwise, letting you get comfortable as you waited for the tea to finish. “it was alright.” he laced his free hand with yours, shifting. “a little stressful. better, now that i get to see you.”

you smiled, kissing a notch in his spine, too lazy to move any further. “why'd you leave before i could say goodbye this morning?”

though you didn't really mind, sigma seemed genuinely apologetic, and squeezed your hand. “sorry. i had to be in early today. did you see my note?”

you smiled, and nodded, listening to the rhythmic beat of his blood pumping, the very sign that he was just as human as the rest of you.

"i did. it was sweet." with a sigh, you straightened your back to look at him completely. for the first time since you’d gotten home, you realized how tired he was, how drained he’d been this entire week. you ran your fingers through his hair gently, your voice like a purr. “you need to get some rest. i've barely seen you this week.”

“i have work to do.” he frowned. “they need me there.”

“i know." you watched as sigma took out the tea bags, throwing them into the trash. “i need you too, though.”

sigma paused, momentarily, as he stirred the honey in, before shaking his thoughts and blinking back at you. “i didn’t realize—”

you stopped him before he could spiral into another apology, the tension in his brow obvious. "i'm not upset." when the small tangles had been brushed out, you began braiding a small section of his hair, the strands silky in your palm. “just promise me you’ll take care of yourself too.”

sigma stared from over his shoulder for a moment more before acquiescing. he handed a steaming mug to you, turning around to surprise you with a gentle kiss. "okay," he said against your lips, the touch so tender. "i promise."

₊˚⊹♡ RANPO + video games

“you’re so bad at this.” ranpo threw another handful of candy into his mouth, watching your avatar on the screen as you continued to fail.

frowning, you pressed another button vigorously, not quite sure if it was the right one to achieve your goal.

of course, nothing seemed to happen, and instead, you’re barraged by the enemy, your health going down to a level that seemed almost irrecoverable.

you leaned back into ranpo’s chest, pinching your eyebrows together. “i don’t play this as much as you do.” you said from where sat between his thighs, still trying to figure out how to win his favorite game. “cut me some slack.”

ranpo laughed, his breath tickling the lobe of your ear as he leaned forward. he slid your thumb to a different button, brushing your skin lightly. “try that, sweets.”

it seemed to be the obvious solution, and you made a face at him, momentarily distracted. "your genius never fails to amaze me."

though, when you glanced back at the screen, you’ were back to where you started, all your progress lost. “ranpo,” you said, his name coming out on the edge of a whine. “what happened?”

he took the controller from you, not even giving you a moment to try again. quickly, he moved towards the next checkpoint, knowing exactly where to go, a seasoned professional. “you got killed. too busy staring at me.”

you sighed, reaching for the controller, but he held it out of your reach, grinning at you mockingly.

“let me try again, ranpo!”

“i’ll get you to the next part. you’ve tried this three times already.”

it wasn’t as fun watching as it was playing, but you sighed, and let him take over. as he went through the remaining quests, you rested your head back onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

ranpo made it through the rest of that level in mere minutes.

“here, it should be easier now.” though when he went to hand the game over to you, you’d fallen asleep in his lap, your breathing even and light.

₊˚⊹♡ FYODOR + playing the cello

“you play so beautifully.”

fyodor opened his eyes, watching you from under dark lashes. though his hands didn’t stop moving, the beginnings of a smile formed on his lips.

“i wish i could play an instrument,” you continued mindlessly, stretched over the couch. your head rested on the throw pillows, side aching from how long you'd been laying there, listening to the cello.

fyodor was across the room, relaxed completely in the chair he always played in. beside him, he was surrounded by evidence of his hobby. sheet music, scribbled and messy, rested on the table, stained with coffee rings. candle light flickered through the room.

he hesitated, the bow softly coming to a stop across the strings. “i can teach you.” fyodor's pause was brief, and he began playing once more, slower this time, like a serenade. a piece of hair fell over his face, between his eyebrows, distracting you.

you shivered, mind filled with thoughts of him standing behind you, directing your hands towards the right movements, whispering instructions in your ears.

but you shook your head, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “maybe,” you said, your smile wistful. “but i won’t be as good as you. i’d rather listen.”

“alright.” he let out a short laugh, blinking his eyes shut again to return his attention to the piece. he came to the last few measures, approaching the conclusion. “is there any piece you’d like to hear?” fyodor said, his voice softer than usual, almost like he didn’t want to disturb his own playing.

you thought back on everything you’d heard him play before. he’d told you the names, but it was hard to remember. so many of them sounded the same, titled by numbers and words you didn't understand.

it didn't matter, though. you thought everything he played sounded beautiful. often, he was even better than any recordings you’d ever heard.

“something that makes you think of me,” you said in a hushed whisper, placing your chin on your arms to see him better. "if that's alright."

fyodor, then, smiled more fully, his eyes full of an affection that eclipsed his otherwise gloomy features. “there are many things that make me think of you,” he said, slowing once more to transition into a richer, smoother melody. one that would, inevitably, put you into a deep, peaceful sleep. “but, perhaps this one fits the moment best.”

i haven't written for fyodor, sigma or ranpo before, so i hope this is okay !! im trying to get over my fear of making sure every single action & dialogue is perfectly in character :,)

[wh1msic4alwasab1]

𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐧' 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 ︻デ═一

synopsis : gun play w/boothill ;)

tags: bounty hunter!reader, cowboy on the run boothill, lots of filth, gun play, mentions of alcohol, vulgar, dubcon(?)

wrd cnt: 1.3k+

a/n : read his lines in a country accent 🙏 ( i’m from the west coast pls forgive me if it doesn’t hit 😭)

As you rode into town, the sound of horseshoes clanking on the dusty road filled the air. Your mission was to track down a notorious criminal named Boothill, who had a hefty bounty on his head. You followed about a dozen loose leads and ended up in the western region. As the sky was soon to be painted orange and pink, you decided to take a break and rest for a while.

After tying your horse to the hitching post outside the local saloon, you walked in, eyes scanning the room for any sign of your criminal. The place was nearly empty, save for a few rough-looking gunslingers and the bartender.

As you sipped some booze, you couldn't help but feel a little restless. You had been traveling for days, tirelessly pursuing Boothill, and a part of you was desperate for a break.

But is it ever really that easy? Just as you were about to get going, a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Thats some damn good whiskey, have a nice evening lil’ lady.” 

You looked up to see a man behind you, he downed the rest of your drink before slamming it back down on the bar, walking away while tipping his hat and flashing a teethy smile.

“Hey- Wait!” You scramble out of your chair, grabbing your things, and run to the back of the saloon, slamming the wooden doors open as you look across the balcony to the desert sand.

Suddenly, you feel a large hand cover your mouth from behind you, and hear the doors swing shut.

“Shhhh Shh Shhh…don’t scream too loudly darlin’…not yet anyway.” Boothill whispers into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

His rough hand caresses your cheek before sliding down your neck and gripping your throat, “I reckon you’re the little bounty hunter looking for me, aren’t cha?” You nod slowly, trying to stay calm as his grip on your neck tightens. “Well, sweetheart, you can give me that gun of yours.”

With hesitation, you give it to him, understanding the severity of your situation.

You hear him chuckle, pushing you onto a nearby table and bending you over it.

“Now…What do I owe the honor of your relentless search for me? Are ya a fan? Got a crush on me?” He giggled,holding your wrists together tighter as he pinned you down.

“You’re quite the pretty thing, I gotta say. You can’t just be out for me over a few bucks?”

Anger flares in your chest at his arrogant statement, but you’re too defeated to muster a response.

Boothill takes notice of the fire in your eyes and smirks. With lightning quick movements, he reaches for your hair and tugs your head back, exposing your neck to him.

He trails kisses down your jawline, down your neck, leaving small marks along the way. You moan as his lips graze your skin, and you can feel him smirking against your neck. “I figure we have some fun I before I leave ya in the dust, darlin’,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. You can’t help but feel a hint of disappointment at his words, but the pleasure he’s giving you quickly dissipates that thought.

You feel his hands run up your back, and then suddenly, he slaps your ass hard, causing you to cry out in surprise. “So feisty…but I like it.” He grins, before spanking you again, sending pleasure shooting throughout your body. He continues to spank you, harder and harder, until you’re gasping and moaning, completely lost in the sensation.

He pulls away, smirking at your pleading expression.

“Turn around,” he commands, and you do as he says.

He grabs your face, jaw in his palm as he makes you look up at him. “Tsk- Can’t even look me honey? Hmph, quite disrespectful no?”

“Disrespectful? You don’t even know my name- Ah!”

With a heavy hand, he grabs your neck and pushes you down on the table, lips connected as well as lower halves.

You’re panting and flushed, your body aching for more of his touch. “You look so pretty like this, all helpless and wanting. I could have you right here, right now, but I want to take my time with you. You did go through all the trouble of finding me, no one’s got this close.”

He smirks, his other hand trailing down your chest and cupping your breast. Your breath hitches as he squeezes and massages your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

“Please…” you beg, voice strained under his hand and unable to contain your desire any longer. He chuckles,

“Oh, you want me already? Well, I guess I can’t disappoint a cute little thing like you.” He unbuttons your jeans and slides his hand down, his fingers teasing your clit through your panties, making you moan loudly. “You’re so wet already, darlin’. Are you this turned on just from my touch?” He smirks, before sliding your gun out of his holster.

Panic set into your entire being, was this how you die? Too distracted by being fucking horny. Shot by your own gun? You almost screamed.

Before you did, Boothill held a hand over your mouth.

He could see the fear in your eyes, soon resting them.

He trailed the gun down your cheek, feeling the cold tip run over your nipple and then your stomach, before you feel it through your panties; rubbing against your folds.

You exhale deeply from your nose, eyes closed shut as you feel him press the weapon to your clit, chuckling at your expressions.

“Look at you…your drippin’ sugar.”

He rips your panties off, watching you spread your legs farther, giving him such a better look at your messy, glistening folds; ready for whatever he gives you.

You feel the gun spread your lips apart, the muzzle engulfing your clit and flicking it so rough your legs started to shake, feeling boothill lean down to talk to you.

“This is the best bounty hunter out here? All I can see is a horny little bitch.” He says with amusement.

Without much warning, he trails the gun down to your hole, pushing it in so slowly as he watches the way your brows contort, your hole expanded wider than it had ever been, the girth of the gun beading through you.

Boothill’s smirk widened as he watched you take it, inch by inch. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “That’s it, darlin’. Show me how much you want it.” His words only fueled your desire, and you start to grind your pussy against it.

Boothill let go of his grip on you, wanting to hear your pleading voice again. He didn’t even restrain your hands anymore, knowing he had you wrapped around his finger, and this gun. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you beg him, “Please...please let me com- I…go, let me go.”

He chuckles, “Not yet, darlin'. I want to see you squirm a little more.” He starts to move the gun in and out of you, the cold metal adding an unknowingly amazing sensation, making you moan even louder.

The combination of the gun and Boothill’s skilled hands on your body brings you to the edge quickly, and you feel yourself clenching around the gun as you come undone. Boothill watches with a smirk as you ride out your orgasm, his finger teasing your clit.

Once you come down from your high, Boothill pulls out his gun, licking a stride up the side.

He removes himself off you, putting your weapon back in your weak hand..”You can have this back honey, and when you touch yourself- which I know you will, make sure to think of the things I did to you when you try to get off with your gun…Hope you find me again!” And with a wink, he disappears into the desert, leaving you with a thrill and memory that you'll never forget….and half naked on a back patio table.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: provocative dancing, slight Sam x Reader, jealous Dean

Chapter Word Count: 4211

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A/N: aaaaahhhhhhhh sorry this one took ages. I suddenly had a bunch of personal things going on so I struggled to find the time. Also this chapter is wild, I’m so sorry for the complete train wreck that it is. I just keep writing without questioning it too much. But yeah same as always pls let me know of any errors as I am the only one who proof reads this shit.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 8 - Part 1

Morning soon rolled around; my alarm waking me from my deep dreamless sleep, eyes wearily blinking open as I stared blankly at the old ceiling. Turning off the repetitive beeping, I flung back the covers and climbed out of bed, pacing to the bathroom to freshen up before heading down to breakfast. I was in desperate need of a laundry day as I was down to my last couple of clean items: a cropped black tank top that said ‘Singers Salvage Yard’ across the front in old cracked and over washed lettering, paired with a short denim skirt with frayed edges. It was an a-line fit a long time ago, but as I got older and my figure changed it just got tighter and shorter. I don’t even know why I still have the thing. Paired with my boots and some comfy socks poking over the top of them, I looked like I should be getting paid to wash cars. I grimaced, knowing full well that Dean was going to make a comment.

Dean.

My mind raced back to last night with his parted lips and black lustful eyes - I couldn’t tell if he wanted to push me against a wall or be at my mercy, it was hard to say. Both sounded spectacular.

I strode into the central study room where the boys did all their research, looking for my flannel when I noticed a figure out of the corner of my eye. Instinct took over and I grabbed the nearest item to me - a lamp from the middle of the table - and held it up like a bat, ready to swing. The man flinched but held up his hands, an apologetic expression on his ruggedly handsome face.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” his voice was monotone despite his peaceful words.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“CAS!” Suddenly Deans voice rang through the open room and we both spun to see him standing where I had just walked in, Sam following behind.

“Dean I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle her, I wasn’t expecting you to have visitors,” this Cas guy spoke, his tone forever unchanging.

“This is (Y/n), Bobby’s niece. She’s staying with us for a while to help with research,” he explained, before turning to me and giving me a stern look, holding his hand out.

“(Y/n) give me the lamp.”

I did as he asked, placing the cool metal into his palm as he returned it to the table. We shared a look for a second and I was unsure of the meaning behind it - was he mad about me almost bludgeoning his friend? Was it because I was going to use a lamp of all things? Or was it about last night, and the fact I left him hanging? Who knows, but I’m sure I’ll hear about it later. Dean was about to turn away when the monotone voice of Cas spoke up.

“I’m sorry (Y/n), please forgive me for startling you. Although…” he paused, looking me up and down and then almost knowingly between myself and Dean, “I have personally been caught off guard here as well - I was unaware that Dean was involved with someone.”

“Excuse me?” I blinked up at Cas, getting ready to snatch that lamp back. I saw Dean pinch the bridge of his nose and mutter an ‘oh boy’ under his breath.

“You’re sexual endeavours with Dean,” Cas looked at me like I was the one missing something here. Clearly I am. Cas continued, “you’ve been intimate, have you not? This means that you are a couple from what I’ve learned.” Suddenly his eyes went wide and he looked straight at Dean.

“Or is this a pizza man situation?”

“CAS STOP TALKING,” Dean bellowed, embarrassment creeping across his face. I’m assuming he’s not used to that emotion as he was getting very frustrated. I couldn’t help but stand there in disbelief.

“How the actual FUCK do you know about me and Dean after saying that you weren’t aware of me even being here before you arrived?”

“He can smell it,” Dean said quietly, arms now crossed over his chest.

“What?”

“He can smell… me… on you,” as the words left his lips, his eyes locked with mine for a split second sending a jolt down my spine and hair prickling on my skin. I tore my eyes away from him and looked back at Cas.

“So wait, this weirdo can smell that I slept in one of Deans T-shirts last night?”

“You slept in one of his shirts?” Sam asked, piping up for the first time since this conversation started. Dean grinned like the cat that got the cream, embarrassment dissipating for a second.

“Yeah, she did.”

“Hmmm,” Cas mumbled, “No it’s not just that… It’s stronger, like there is part of Dean in her somehow. Or at least there was; not so much anymore.”

My eyes went as wide as the moon and my cheeks felt like they’d been set on fire.

“OH MY GOD,” I hid my face in my hands, wanting the ground to swallow me up. Whilst I tried to hide my entire existence, Dean cackled, leaving Sam confused.

“I don’t get it, what’s going on?” He asked, looking between all three of us. I couldn’t say a word through the white hot embarrassment, which left Dean to explain. He turned and looked Sam dead in the eye.

“You know how much I love pie, Sam,” he paused to see if Sam was catching on, which he wasn’t so Dean continued. “All sorts of pie. Like, uh, apple pie, cherry pie… cream pie…” Sam’s eyes shot open as wide as they could and he almost went as red as me.

“Nope!” He declared, promptly spinning on his heel and leaving. Cas looked confused.

“I smell no pie here.”

“Never mind, Cas,” Dean patted him on the shoulder before urging him to catch up with Sam who I’m assuming is in the kitchen by now. When it was just Dean and I left I peered at him through my fingers, my face still burning up.

“Dean what the fuck just happened?!”

He tried to suppress his laughter, explaining that Cas was in fact ‘Castiel’ and an Angel of the Lord, which explained his rigid behaviour and a weirdly strong set of senses.

“Why didn’t you butt in and explain who he was before everything got so embarrassing!”

“To be honest it was all pretty hilarious.”

“No it wasn’t! That was NOT an enjoyable moment!”

“Ok I’m sorry,” Dean paused, looking down at me with softer eyes, a slight smile still on his lips. He stepped closer and I pushed on his chest.

“You better be! You owe me big time for that one Winchester.”

He grinned as the furious redness on my face simmered down, just leaving a pink glow on my cheeks.

“Ok ok! Look let's just go and get some breakfast and put this behind us,” he put his hand on the small of my back, urging me towards the kitchen. I hummed, walking with him. There were a few moments of silence as we made our way down before he suddenly spoke up again.

“Did you know that he once smelt a bladder infection on a dead guy?”

*

Breakfast was uneventful. I was unable to make eye contact with Castiel, and it seemed that Sam was unable to make eye contact with me. Dean however was completely unphased. Once we were all finished and I’d cleared everything away I made my way to my room, grabbed my dirty clothes and then headed to the laundry room - today was going to be a practical one as I officially had nothing else to wear. Upon arriving I couldn’t help but grimace; a mountain of mens clothes covered in mud, blood and black goop sat in the middle of the floor by the washers.

“Gross…” I winced, the smell of dirt and iron filling my nose as I got closer and poked the pile with a pipe I found off to the side. I half expected the mass of clothes to sprout legs and walk off. The boys could probably find lore on the thing with how long its been sitting here. I huffed, scooping my hair into a high ponytail before shoving a bunch of my washing in a machine and turning it on before returning for face the Winchesters laundry. I can’t leave it here, that goes against everything clean and hygienic that I stand for. I could burn it? They would definitely complain about having to replace all the plaid shirts. Should I sort it or just hope for the best? Do I check the pockets? Knowing all the crap they carry around, I should definitely check the pockets before a load of bullets or a hex bag goes through one of the machines. I set to work, sorting out colours, blacks and whites - unable to differentiate between lights and darks at times - and search every pocket as I go. The amount of women’s phone numbers I find on napkins and receipts is ridiculous. I can’t help but feel a little deflated, knowing I’m probably just a name on Deans list. I put them to the side in a pile, keeping them separate from the numbers from Sam’s pockets. I load up another machine and turn it on, picking up the stacks of numbers and leaving the room.

I find the boys sitting in their usual places at the tables, surrounded by piles of books and files. Castiel was nowhere to be seen. I walk up to them and slide the collection of phone numbers over to them.

“I thought you might want to keep these,” I said, not understanding the tone in my own voice. They both took a few seconds to realise what it was that I was handing them and they both responded in an abashed manner, shooting each other a knowing look before staring at the accumulation of digits, not once making eye contact with me. Sam nodded a quick ‘thank you’ before I turned to leave, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him crumple them up and throw them away in a carrier bag on the floor next to him. At the same time, I caught Dean shoving his collection into his jacket pocket, which was hung on the back of his chair. I hastened my actions and turned away quicker, not wanting to have the knowledge that he was keeping them. A pang of something shot through my chest, and I couldn’t tell if it was jealousy, sadness, rage or self pity. Whatever it was, I needed to get the fuck away from Dean.

*

A few hours passed and I was still sorting laundry. My clothes were officially clean and dry and away in my room, however the task at hand was now the clothes belonging to the Winchester boys. I was a few minutes away from the final load of washing being dry, and I’d managed to arrange the clothing into piles of ‘definitely Sam’ and ‘definitely Dean’, with a ‘really not sure’ pile in the middle. The jeans were easy enough to tell apart and due to Deans T-shirt I wore to bed last night, I now knew that he wore a slightly larger shirt size than his younger brother. I guess he had bigger shoulders, despite Sam being taller. My train of thought snapped as I suddenly heard a door slam upstairs and a female voice call out. I recognised the voice immediately. I stopped everything I was doing and headed upstairs, my feet carrying me with purpose as I reached the study room; Sam and Dean also emerging from another corridor.

“Charlie!” Dean beamed at her, going to give her a hug before I caught up to them and shoved him out the way.

“Don’t you EVER abandon me again like that,” I said, embracing her tight. “I’m fucking annoyed at you…. But I’m glad you’re here. These guys are like wild animals.” She patted my hair softly before I stepped back and she had an apologetic look on her face.

“I knooowwww I’m sorry! But you were in such a slump I really had to do something. Plus these guys really needed whipping into shape,” she spoke the second half of her sentence quieter and we both peered at the boys, fully aware that they could hear every word we were saying.

“Anyway!” She exclaimed, moving away and plopping her backpack onto the nearest table, “I think I have a case for you guys…” her voice was excited but the way her expression changed when she looked from the boys to me was slightly concerning. Sam seemed to pick up on this too.

“That’s great, but what’s the catch?” He asked. Charlie bit her lip and looked between the boys and me again.

“It’s in a strip club and we will need (Y/n) as bait.”

“What?!” Both me and Sam spoke up at the same time, and all that Dean could muster was a huge grin.

“I’m gonna need more details than that Charlie,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Right, yes, I probably should have started with the other details. Anyway, I’m pretty sure this club is run by a bunch of vamps, using girls as bait to lure in unsuspecting men to feed on in the private rooms.” The brothers nodded, like they’d seen this sort of thing before. “Anyway,” she continued, “I’ve had a hunch about this place for a while and did some digging, and it turns out that just last night they advertised a new position available and they want someone that looks just like (Y/n). This is a perfect way to take them down from the inside.” Charlie finished speaking and scanned our faces for any sort of response. I shrugged.

“Sure I’m in.”

“No way, we aren’t putting you in the line of fire like that,” Sam turned to me, a look of worry already smothering his features.

“I agree with Sam, this will be more dangerous than the last case. We’ll find another way to take them down,” Dean said, before he added in an almost snide tone “plus I bet you can’t even lap dance. How would you ever fit in?”

I scoffed.

“Fuck you, I can lap dance just fine.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

“I don’t need to prove shit to you.”

“Guys,” Sam held his hands up, “not right now.”

I turned back to Charlie.

“Look I’m in, can you make sure that no one else gets hired?” She grins, opening her backpack and pulling out her tablet.

“Absolutely!”

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Chapter 8 part 2

[sarahs-secrets2]

Surf's Up! ˋ♡ˊ

surfer!leon x fem reader! no use of y/n!

someone approaches you at the beach and offers you a surf lesson, do you say yes? 1k words!

a/n: i dont surf, i tried to make it as accurate as i could pls forgive me in advance

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Saying it was hot out was an understatement with the way the sun refused to let up, and it didn't help that there wasn't a single cloud in the sky on your beach day. Most people would love this kind of day but the stagnant heat was unbearable, especially with the addition of burning hot sand.

You propped yourself up on the palms of your hands onto the striped towel beneath you, allowing your gaze to drift toward the sea. It was peak surfing hour. The waves were strong today hence why you were avoiding the water while the surfers were the first to jump in. Bringing a hand up to your face to shield the stray beams of sunlight, you watched as the surfers attempted to catch a wave. Shifting on the towel, pulling your knees close to your chest becoming completely enthralled in the display in front of you. 

“You gonna get out there today?” a voice appeared behind you. Your head cocked to the side of you, neck craning to get a view of the stranger. 

“Me? Hell no,” you chuckled, looking up at the man who towered above you as you sat on the towel. It was hard to make out his face entirely as the sun that had been pestering you all day continued to do so, perching itself almost directly above the man's head resulting in a faint shadow draping over the man’s features. Pushing yourself up from the sand you stood facing the man now finally able to see his face.

“I think you should give it a try,” he smiled wide as he laughed, well aware you weren’t a surfer by any means. “Ah sorry, Leon,” his hand jutted out awkwardly for a handshake, “Where are my manners?”

“Nice to meet you, Leon,” it was almost impossible not to smile at how genuinely kind he seemed, a tad nervous but it was undeniably cute. Leon had blonde hair that seemed to be pulling more on the lighter side due to the constant sun you could tell he was getting. His eyes were just as blue as the ocean that was just a few meters away. You would be doing a disservice to yourself if you didn't admit how attractive he was. His wetsuit was draped around his waist, slightly tugging his swim trunks down showing a bit more than just his tan line. “You headed out?” your head motioned towards the crashing waves. 

“Soon, got distracted,” winking as shifted his feet in the sand, “I could teach you ya know, if you want to learn that is,” his fingers ran through his hair, pushing it back and out of his face. Your eyes flickered from him to the other surfers on the horizon. Although you quite literally just met him there was something about Leon that you knew you could trust. Leon was able to make out your indecision, his hand reached for your shoulder giving it a light squeeze, “C’mon, promise I’ll take good care of ya,”

“Fineee,” you dragged it out, trying to play it cool and hide your excitement, “When’s my lesson?”

“Tonight? Like 5 or 6-ish, I can bring an extra board and wetsuit for you,” his hand snaked around his head as he rubbed the back of his neck, nervous that you would change your mind.

“That sounds perfect,”

“Good, yeah great actually,” he laughed as he stumbled over his words. “Okay yeah, tonight,” he repeated, faintly mumbling as his nerves seemed to get the better of him. Leon hadn’t planned this far ahead, you actually saying yes. He had figured you would've written him off from the start. 

“I hope you’re a good teacher,” you teased, trying to ease his mind a bit. 

“Oh yeah I’m great,” Leon loosened up, leaning into your jokes. “You’ll be my first student so you’ll have to give me some pointers yeah?” his arms crossed in front of his chest as he sized you up. 

“Yeah I think I can manage that, I can be quite the teacher’s pet,” your comment was quick to catch Leon off guard, he cleared his throat with his eyes darting to the ground. 

“Uh,” his voice trailed as he tried to regain his train of thought, “Show me tonight,” he attempted to laugh it off, obviously flustered. He fiddled with his wetsuit for a minute before tugging it up and slipping his arms through the sleeves. Almost like he was doing it on purpose, he left the zipper wide opening, basically forcing you to look at how fit he was. “You gonna watch me out there? Keep an eye on me?”

“Of course, can’t lose my teacher before my lesson,” you winked, making sure to keep your eyes on his, not letting them drift any lower. 

“Good,” he chuckled, zipping up the wetsuit finally. “I’m counting on it, see you here tonight,” he winked back before jogging off to get his board. 

You smiled to yourself as you settled back down onto the beach towel. Your hand was back up to cover your eyes from the sun to offer a better view of the surfers. It was impossible to miss Leon’s bright blonde hair amidst the crowd as he paddled out to catch a wave. It wasn't long before he was able to pick one out and get up. Almost an hour had passed and Leon stayed out catching wave after wave.

After sitting at the beach the entirety of the day, you were in desperate need of a quick refresh at home before your lesson later. With that, you picked up your towel and bag and started making your way back to your car. 

“See you later,” a voice yelled out. Your head swiveled around to see Leon still in the ocean, sitting on his board, waving to you. Smiling, you waved back at him before continuing your walk and hoping you wouldn't make a complete fool out of yourself later.

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part 2!

massive shoutout and thank you to @navstuffs for being so so kind and helping me get back into this writing thing after my break! :)

[winter-sol]

no shame

*word count: 7k *pairing: afab! reader / leviathan *contents: ! NSFW minors pls dni. pegging. anal sex. demon form/monsterfucking. begging. submissive levi. degrading. praising. handjob. tail-fucking. leviathan has two dicks. reader has afab anatomy and it's described as such. porn with feelings. cheesy ending, i can't help it. (no beta, pls forgive any mistake) *summary: Leviathan gets his ass fucked with a strap-on in his demon form. You give him the right balance between degrading and loving him 🖤 *a/n: guess who's back (?) this fic had been hiding in my drafts for about 5 months while being like 95% completed. i figured it had the right to be finished and see the light. i enjoyed way too much writing it, so pls enjoy it with me uwu

also at ao3 here 🖤

“It’s okay, hey. It’s okay. Look at me”.

The soothing sound of your words resonates deeply within him, and like a fresh intake of air, you are able to calm his nerves if only slightly.

Certainly, he doesn’t remember the last time he was in that position, so… exposed and vulnerable. But his excitement is stronger and there’s no way he’s stopping this now that you two decided to give it a try.

“MC…” He says your name while he lifts a timid hand and touches your chest, fingers slowly running down you soft skin from your breasts to your belly in an electrifying sensation that tingles through your spine with the way he softly rubs in small circles, as much as he can reach, before continuing to travel lower.

He shyly looks up to you, directly meeting your gaze, and the tenderness that finds you in there would almost look out of place with such a delicate expression if it weren’t for the darkness that’s starting to engulf the color of his eyes. Then, his index and middle finger move to brush over the length of the soft, pastel pink dildo attached to your hips with a touch that seems so delicate but hides an enticing intention. You’re unable to look away.

In a captivating gesture, his finger gets to the tip, and he gives it a faint caress, circling the head in a movement so gentle and full of desire you barely forget to breathe from anticipation.

Shit.

You grab his hand and take it to the length of the toy, and placing your own above his, you guide it to embrace the thick girth and move it down in a firm but steady grip, letting him feel the texture and size of it.

“Mmm… Fuck…” He lets out in a breathy voice, closing his eyes and clearly enjoying what he’s touching. The big, imposing toy was chosen carefully between the two of you for this special occasion, with the sole purpose of meeting Leviathan’s strict demands. The length, girth and texture had to be perfect, for it to touch and stimulate his sensitive zones maximizing the pleasure. As the pervert he is, it could only be an extra-large sized dildo with a rugous texture on its borders.

Just by touching it with his fingers he can feel already excited to be fucked with it, by you precisely, in your room, within this intimate and comfortable space for the two of you.

You carefully observe how Levi gets turned on watching and touching the toy, and you feel the need to start to advance in the act. You reach out for the lube near the border of the bed and pour a generous amount on the tip. The transparent liquid is smeared into your palm and you pass it through the length of the dildo, covering it with the substance and easing the movement through it.

Your hands keep a steady pace, up and down, and even though you can’t feel a thing, the action is erotic enough to make your own body respond to it, your pussy moistening in expectation as you look at how Leviathan’s eyes are set on you, hypnotized. He’s laying on his back completely exposed in his demonic form, and the desire that runs strongly through you wants to have more of him, to feast on what he’s offering so generously.

“Baby… Now I want to touch you some more… Can I?" Your voice comes out low and sultry, impressing you a bit by its intensity. His eyes look for yours again, and after studying your expression, he gives you a shy smile, looking away with a red face.

“Y-Yeah… Please…”

You let go of his hand and proceed to accommodate yourself above him, brushing your fingers over his naked torso. Ah, it’s always a sight to behold, the strong muscles he always keeps hidden rising as his back arches when you touch him. You hear his heavy breathing and how he hums in delight.

Your hand goes down greedily until you get closer to his crotch, his untouched hard cocks demanding attention as they stand big and glistening under the lights. Bewitched by the sight, you don’t think twice and palm one of his erections, the upper one, making him gasp at the motion.

“A-Ah! MC!”

It’s cute how desperate he can get, how touch starved he is. Funnily, it’s not like you’re any different with how much you need him all the time but seeing him like this will always have a strong effect on you. Lust immediately takes over you, and you decide to please him as your touch gets stronger, grabbing his erection fully with a firm grip.

A high-pitched cry comes out of him as your already soaked hand feasts in his ecstasy. As always, you can’t help but notice how big your demon is, your hand seeming so small and delicate compared to the huge, monstrous cock it’s holding. Sensing your mouth watering a bit, you admire the deliciously perfect sight beneath you, his face already red and expressive as he longingly looks at what you’re doing.

You let him go for a moment, getting a discontent grunt in return. “Patience, love,” you say as you grab the lube once more and pour it messily on both of his dicks. The coldness must’ve been unpleasant since it makes him hiss, but as soon as your hand touches him again, he relaxes and lets himself go with the sensation.

You stroke your fingers over his lower one and you feel it twitch under the attention it’s finally receiving. Repeating the act, Leviathan nests his head on the pillow and his gaze sets to the ceiling, weakened by the weight of the pleasure he starts to feel, letting out an airy and silent groan. His neck is left exposed as inviting you, skin creamy and lightly shiny by the sweat it’s starting to appear in there.

At seeing how much he’s feeling it, you tease that one for a couple of seconds, pressing into its length and dragging it through it until you finally decide to indulge him some more and grab both on each hand.

“Ah, fuck! Ah…” The loud, clear whine echoes through the walls as his eyes now close tightly for a second and he bites his lower lip. He opens his heavy eyes once again and looks at you with a needy expression, whispering “M-More…”

You can’t help but smirk at his reaction, your own want growing and making you a bit more desperate too. Motivated by his petition, you start to move your hands slow but firmly in a tight grip, smooth by the lubricant. Light squelching sounds start to be noticeable with the wet and slippery movements of your hands on his hot dicks, Leviathan’s breathing turning faster and heavier as his eyes close and he unconsciously spreads even further his toned thighs, losing himself in the pleasant sensation.

The sight of his exquisite body completely naked beneath you, so submissive and given, is irresistible, driving your head to become dizzy from lust for him. The sensation of his two inhuman cocks in your hands is unholy as they move driven only by the purpose of filling the powerful demon with ecstasy, who can’t stop letting out soft and impure moans with every assault to his body, as in a completely deliriant state that’s out of his control while his long snake tail is swaying, wrinkling the sheets below.

A petty desire grows and burns intensely in your sex at the lewd display, but for now is ignored as this is for him, for his pleasure, for you to see how much you can ruin him and soothe him in the same night. You guess you’ll have your chance to find your own release later, so you choose to not worry for now and focus on him.

You notice how his beautiful lashes flutter and he opens his eyes slowly, unfocused gaze searching disoriented before setting his gaze on you for a few seconds, locking it on you. Then, he looks away distracted by something.

“What is it, love? Am I hurting you?”

“Ah… No, I…” He looks around some more. “Could you pass me the lube?”

So he was looking for that. Intrigued, you stop your ministrations for a moment as you follow his order, handing him the small bottle that he receives without meeting your eyes again. He opens the lid and pours some on his index and middle finger, rubbing them to warm the liquid, clearly letting you know his next movement.

He tosses the botte aside with blushed cheeks and… Wait, is he really avoiding your gaze? Does he have the audacity to feel ashamed right now? Whatever is happening inside his mind, he ends up anyways placing his fingers over his entrance, starting to tease it himself.

He closes his eyes, and his brow is somewhat furrowed while he concentrates on the motion, toying with his hole in slow, soft movements to begin the preparation for the intrusion that’s to come.

You notice he doesn’t take too long easing the muscle and he starts to push his fingers in his hole, his fired up body having responded already to this foreplay, lubricating and dilating where he needs it. 

“Everything ok? What do I do to help?” you say awkwardly. You’ve read stuff like this before but honestly, what do you even know about doing this to a man, or demon, in real life?

“I-I’m fine… I’ve done this before plenty of times. Just… don’t stop… what you were doing, please…” He finishes that sentence in a lower volume, almost whispering.

“Ok… Just tell me anything you need…” You answer as your hands resume its movements, though in a much lighter grip so he can concentrate while still receiving a tender tickle of pleasure.

He’s not much better than you, it seems. Even if he has played with himself before, used toys and all, he is as inept as you at doing with someone else like this. You let it go and keep touching his erections while he teases himself. Of course, you can’t help but look, curiosity and desire making it unable to look away as he enters two fingers while you keep attending him with your hands.

His fingering is careful and slow, taking his time in accommodating the action. You watch as he enters them deeper and makes circulating movements stretching it open, and after a moment, searching for a sensation he knows very well.  Levi covers his mouth with a hand as he fondles a sensitive spot inside, letting out a surprised moan and his body giving a small shiver.

The sound of his sweet and desperate sound makes you feel drunk from desire, and you can’t help getting closer to his warm body, the musky scent that emanates from him becoming increasingly more intoxicating while you position your face in front of his, and press a soft kiss on his lips that he receives with complete submission. You let go one of his erections in order to support your arm by the side of his head, cleaning your hand just enough with the sheet before bringing it closer to his wet bangs and moving them softly, brushing them back from his forehead and uncovering his mesmerizing face. He turns his gaze back to you and whispers close to your mouth, “W-What are you doing?”

Smiling, you answer while caressing his forehead and his temple. “Nothing, I just wanted to see your pretty face, hehe”. You press another wet kiss to his mouth, and then you start to cover his lips and the skin around them with soft pecks. “I love you so much… You’re going to give yourself to me, right?”

Levi enjoys each one of your kisses, without presenting any resistance. His body shivers from the satisfaction it's receiving from your attention and his own fingers working inside him. Between little moans, he says with a faint, thirsty voice, “Y-Yes… I’m yours right now… Don’t stop kissing me, please…”

With those words, you proceed to claim his mouth passionately, in a long, wet kiss, your tongue assaulting his and slowly licking it, the movement of your other hand on his cock now faster. He responds with the same intensity, melting in the heat and pleasure as his own movements gain more speed.

Frantically, he fucks himself with his long digits, thrusts sharp and deep, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. His sunset gaze is set on you as his body starts filling with pleasure until he can’t keep his eyes open anymore as he keeps nudging his sweet spot. A throaty grunt comes out while the merciless pace fills the room with filthy, wet sounds from the lube and his own fluids. “Fuck… Ah!”

And after a moment, you watch as he decides to slow down the action to restrain himself before he surrenders to his own enjoyment too soon.

“Ah… I think that’s enough,” he murmurs in between pants. “I… I can… take more…” His voice is low and slightly shy as he pronounces those words, clearly conveying what he wants next.

“O-Ok... Just in case, do you wanna start with a smaller one?” You ask carefully, wanting to make sure he’s ready for it.

“No, no, don’t worry... I can take it, I’m sure.” He says with more confidence in his tone, but still not directly looking at you. You smile at his impatience and decide to tease him. “Of course. My little baby has put who knows how many things in there, hasn’t he? Haha.”

He gives you a startled look “You- You have to do that now? I-Idiot, I’m gonna take revenge, you know?”

You laugh at his words, his tsundere demeanor never failing to be as ridiculous as endearing, and you kiss his cheek with a wet peck before softly telling him “I’ll be waiting for that then”.

You sit back to prepare for what’s coming next. Once you get a view from above, you can see the wrecked state he’s into. His silky hair is disheveled around his imponent black and blue horns, staring at you between narrowed eyes and blushed cheeks, and his velvety, moist lips slightly parted that seem to invite you to kiss them one more time. A thin layer of sweat covers his large body, rising and falling with his heavy breathing, his legs spread and his arms weakly lying at each side as his long and thick tail encircles his perfect frame above the bed, the tip swaying in delicate waves.

You suddenly feel small and pathetic above such a sight, how can you even fuck him? You, a mere human, who’s about two heads shorter than him. He has the strength to break you in a second, yet he’s offering himself to you right now with the most sinful and tempting sight you could’ve imagined. It must look so funny from the outside. How in the world could you be so lucky? You don’t understand.

Still, this is no time to overthink, and giving yourself some courage, you reach once again for the poor discarded bottle of lube. You spread more content on the pink dildo, smearing it through the length with one hand while, with the other, you reach for his thigh, caressing his soft skin to let him know you’re there with him, for what’s to come now. A lazy smile decorates his beautiful features as he pierces you with his intense eyes.

After you deem it’s ready, you position yourself above him, setting the toy near his entrance. You hear him sigh in anticipation while you place the tip, pressing lightly into him.

“Are you ok…?” you ask sheepishly.

“Y-Yeah… Are you?”

“…I think I am.” You pause, inhaling slowly to fill your lungs with air and get ready. “I… I’ll put it in.”

His voice is quiet and sweet, waiting patiently. “Ok…”

You enter the toy slowly into him, burying it deeper while you look at his expression for any sign of discomfort. It’s thick and long so you worry for a second, but he seems relaxed enough, his eyes closing softly while it happens, like he knew exactly what to anticipate. It seems like his body gives into it without much resistance, helping to calm your own nerves. You wish you could be… cooler right now. More dominant since that’s what Levi likes, what he’s really into. But you need to trust him, if he says he wants you, you’ll give it to him and hopefully get enough into it for both of your enjoyment.

As the toy is almost all the way in, you stop for him to accommodate to its thicker girth near the base. His breath is faster, but he opens his eyes and looks at you through a heavy gaze. You caress his thighs while you wait, and after some seconds, he speaks.

“I’m fine. You can move… please.” His tone is sweet and peaceful, enjoying from early on what’s happening. The small connection of this moment feels like an intimate secret only to share between the two of you. It soothes your nerves and impulses you to keep going, to give him what he’s asking.

With a fresh and warm determination, you obey his wish. “S-Sure. I’ll… move.”

You rock your hips back in control, not wanting to hurt him in any way, and once it’s almost all the way out, you push inside again up to the brim, feeling how he lets out a small, soft grunt in satisfaction at being filled like that.

Taking it as an invitation to continue, you establish a steady, slow pace, guiding yourself by his little initial reactions. As he's getting used to the movement of your hips, his brow furrows and he gasps softly, gradually starting to get consumed by the pleasing sensation that washes over him.

“Ah… Yeah, just like that…” Between small moans, Levi orders you to continue like this, his body muscles tensing a bit when you strike deep inside, but eventually he relaxes and surrenders to the sweet, thick sensation, his cheeks even redder and his luscious lips parted and his sounds escape from him. You concentrate on giving him a good time, studying his body language and noises as you keep rocking your hips at a steady pace, sinking into him over and over again. You can only trust in his words and hope you’re doing it well.

“Ah! MC… faster, go faster, please.”

For some reason, hearing him begging is doing many things to you. He’s so cute like this you want to wreck him, corrupt him even further, make him an even more sinful, wicked existence. Fuck his brains out until he’s crying your name.

You thrust harder this time, fastening the motion, hitting deep into him with each jolt of your hips. A throaty moan escapes from him as you hit his sensitive spot, singing your name in a sweet tone that hits directly into your own groin. You feel yourself getting more turned on and wet as you sense his reactions, wanting to drive rougher into him, to make that pretty blushed face corrupt in fervor.

If only you could feel him, feel his tight, hot walls squeezing the fake dick you’re penetrating him with, to feel the hotness that engulfs it. You can’t, you fucking can’t, but you’re so into it you simply need to set a frantic pace while you pound into him with all your strength to have that connection. To hell with it. Even if you can’t, you’ll make him feel it, you’ll force him to let you know how it feels. He’s yours right now, and no one else can ever give it to him.

“Ah! Ah, MC! Fuck, yes, just like that!” he whines loudly, his head thrown back and his torso arched as he falls more and more into rapture. You grab his thighs on each side, lifting them and grabbing them in a tight, violent grip while you plunge into him, nails burying into his creamy skin, glistening under the warm lights of the candles at the tree. You’ll never see a more ethereal, more immoral thing ever again. He’s absolutely perfect underneath you.

“You like that? Is that what you like? Hard and fast? Are you that dirty and indecent, Third Ruler of Hell?” Your voice is hoarse as you fall into rapture, suddenly not afraid anymore to talk to him like that.

“A-Aahhh, yes! MC! Please, give it to me!” He responds eagerly to your degradation, like the big fucking pervert he is. He desperately grabs the sheets as he surrenders to you, his face of pure ecstasy with heavy, rolled-back eyes and sweat glistening on his forehead and neck while you ram into him.

Provoked by his euphoric response to your brutality, you release one of his legs to bring your hand to his neck, pressing just below his jaw but without completely choking, not daring yet to do something like that. The moment you grab tightly to keep his neck in place, Levi lets out a choked and indecent sound of pleasure, enjoying immediately being subjected this way. “Aahhh… MC~”, he says with an exalted, shivering voice, the air from his ragged breathing is warm from his smiling mouth.

“Do you really enjoy me having you like that? Restrained and submitted while I’m fucking you hard? And you’re supposed to be an Admiral? How pathetic and disgusting you are, Leviathan…” You can’t help laughing at insulting him like that, especially when he only lets out another moan at your supposedly hurtful words.

“G-Grand Admiral, but yes… I am pathetic and disgusting, that’s what I am, right? A repulsive, creepy pervert, yet you still love me, right? Haaah, MC…” He says with a voice almost maddened from pleasure while he enjoys the grip of your hand and your hard movements inside him, hitting his most sensitive parts over and over again, filling him deep to the bottom.

Now a wicked smile decorates your face, losing yourself in the delicious spectacle your demon is offering you, his perversion and arousal filling you with desire for more. He really is a depraved otaku, but you can only feel a light heat in your chest when you hear how he wants to be reassured of your love even at a moment like this. “Yes… I love you… You, being a degenerate and all… You are mine, right?”

“Hmm!” Levi arches his back when a certain thrust hits right into his sweetest spot, and when you notice his reaction, you aim at it vigorously, hitting over and over again as he starts letting out a flow of high-pitched whines in a delicious staccato that resonates over the walls of your room. “Yes! I’m all yours, aah! Keep going, please, keep going right there, please!” He moans while you see his face contort with ecstasy, surrendering to you.

Answering his pleading, you give him what he asked with a few more pushes until you stop your actions and release his tense jaw, cutting him out of his pleasure in a cruel and sadistic act that makes him scream. “W-What are you doing?! N-No… D-Don’t stop,” he says with a begging gaze, quickly filling with tears of frustration at your lack of movement, “Please, n-no…”

His desperation is so adorable that you can only smile lovingly while you rub his sweaty forehead and his red cheeks. “Shh, shh, it’s ok, don’t cry, my love. I’m still here.” You whisper for him to ease his tension and relax a little bit, a small sob escaping his throat, but he decides to maintain his eyes on you while he tries to calm down and convince you. “I need you, please, please, keep going, don’t be mean… I love you, keep going, please.”

You give him a few sweet little kisses to his cheeks, one on the tip of his nose and another soft one on his lips. “I’ll keep going, Levi, I just need you to be good and listen to what I’ll say now, ok?” At the promise to continue, he can only nod desperately and beg a bit more, “Y-Yes, whatever you say, just do it, please…”

Sitting back and pulling away reluctantly from his warm and inviting body, you pull out the toy from inside him, which makes him let out a broken cry as if he was being deprived of the air he needs. “N-No…” he says now, releasing a couple of tears. The truth is, it’s not like you are necessarily a sadistic person, but the thing is it’s him who drives you to be this way right now, especially when he gets like this. But you know you wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t because he really enjoys It, he enjoys the desperation and the loss of control, and in this moment, you crave that control more than anything.

Smiling warmly at him, you instruct, “Turn around, my love, I want you on your knees and elbows right in front of me.” His eyes widen when he understands what you want, and with the little strength he can collect, he follows your orders and turns his back on you, exquisitely presenting you his ass and his broad back, a drop of sweat running down his neck. “L-Like this, right?”, he looks back at you expectantly and hopes to meet his lover’s expectations.

“Yeah, just like that. What a good boy you are… Hehe.” You tell him with a giggle while you position behind him, your hands running over the skin of his round butt and pulling out a shiver from his body. “Ahh…” he moans in approval while you start to rub circles through his cheeks and then squeeze them greedily with your hands. His tail undulates in a soft wave-like movement as he enjoys the attention you’re giving his ass, and you place one of your hands to the base of the appendage to give it a slow caress with two of your fingers, making him shudder and let out some small, choked moans.

“Y-You’re teasing… haha,” he says with a breathy, pained voice, arching his back to give you more access. “Hurry… up…”

At his attempt to order you around, you decide to punish him immediately with a slap to his cheek, the loud sound of your hand against his skin sounding through all the room along his whine of pain and pleasure that interrupts any word he was aiming to say. “Oh? You were saying something? Don’t be disrespectful, Leviathan.”

He bows his head and bites his lip at the demonstration of power, feeling a wicked desire for more humiliation. “Y-Yes…” he says before gulping, the movement of his torso showing how heavy his breathing is right now, “B-But… I can’t promise to behave… haha…” he dares to say with a soft, high voice before letting out a giggle sick from lust.

He really sounds delicious when you turn him desperate like that, and before you answer, you decide to claim him yours. With your other hand, you align the tip of the dildo with his ass again, making him choke in a whimper. “Ah, I see… You don’t want to keep your dignity at all… It’s ok, if that’s what you want so badly, you disgusting little fuck,” you pronounce before easily inserting the toy in his already open entrance, wet by his fluids and the lube, receiving it once again without any resistance.

“Ohhh, yes… Please, fill me, love,” he whispers, absolutely surrendered to the sensation, forgetting any other comeback he had in his mind a second ago. Once you put the dildo all the way in, it doesn't take long for you to start moving your hips, pulling it out and pushing it inside repeatedly while you grab his ass with your hands to steady yourself and hold him closer to your hips as you keep fucking him. You notice how he begins to lose himself in pleasure as he drops his weight on the bed, leaving only his back half in the air and burying his face in the pillow, drowning his loud, beautiful moans in it.

You focus your concentration on his pleasure, on how his body trembles and moves alongside yours in total synchronization, his hips and thighs slamming against yours over and over again, the sound of skin hitting skin loud and dirty. Just to enjoy his reaction, you decide to add another sound to the symphony by slapping his butt again, Levi letting out a scream as his cheek turns red from the violent action. "More! Give me more! “Nggh…!” he says desperately, asking you for more of the brutality that you don't hesitate for a second to give him again. “Yeah? Is that how much of a bitch you’re going to be with me?” You pronounce hotly before repeating the action two, three times, causing him to raise his head only to breathe easier between ecstatic grunts.

“Come here,” you whisper almost hatefully as you reach out to grab Leviathan by his hair and bring him towards you, lifting his body and supporting him with your other arm, circling it through his slim waist and positioning your hand on his abs. Your fingers in his damp hair grip the strands tightly, pulling it in an act of pure subjugation of the demon that he lets himself enjoy while his eyes narrow and roll back, his half-open mouth letting out small gasps.

You suddenly feel his tail start wrapping around your leg first, and then by your hips simply to touch you a little bit more, deliciously rubbing his scaly texture against your body that you didn't know needed attention so badly until now. The tip naughtily approaches your crotch, and you honestly have no idea how Levi bothers to do it while he seems to be delirious from the sensations he's receiving, but you greatly appreciate it when he touches your clit, making you tremble with pleasure, interrupting your movements. That does not go unnoticed by the demon who, unable to turn back to look at you from the grip on his hair, tells you softly and sweetly, “You like that, right? Keep going, love… I will take care of you...”

“...” You’re speechless for a second. This idiot has no right to make you feel so warm inside while you fuck him right in the ass, but he does. He does, and it makes your desire to finish him and ruin him even stronger. You resume your movements immediately, the pleasure beginning to fill you, motivating your hips even more as you thrust hard and deep, the tingling sensation of your own ecstasy making you join his chorus of moans and pants.

The hand that was holding his abdomen now goes down, and you take as much of his two huge penises as you can to give him the satisfaction he deserves for being so adorable, so him. Smiling maniacally and pulling his hair towards you, you begin to whisper close to his ear, encouraging him to find his satisfaction and finish. “Do it, my love, come. You are so beautiful and perfect, give it to me, come for me…”

"Mmm! Yes… Aah! MC! I'm close…!" The demon cries loudly as you penetrate him hard, his voice now raspy from whining so desperately. The contrast between the rough sex and your now sweet words make him lose his mind immensely. Your hips slam again and again, impaling him with the long, thick dildo that stimulates every part of his insides, the wet, slippery sounds only exciting you more to continue doing it, bringing your demon closer to his climax as he is being stimulated by both sides, your hand desperately pumping his erections wet by pre-come. You let go of his hair in order to caress his warm chest now, touching his nipples and squeezing them in an action done only to get the greatest amount of pleasure out of him, his sweet and desperate moans pointing out the fact that he is already on the verge of collapsing.

With the little consciousness left inside him, he makes sure his tail can give you a fair amount of the pleasure he’s receiving, and it slides forcefully between your folds, stimulating your clit over and over again before sliding the tip inside you, now fucking you while the wetness through all your cunt and nub makes your head dizzy with pleasure. Before you can come, you make sure it’s his turn first.

After a few more pounds, a loud and clear cry comes out of his throat, his body completely tense as he finally reaches his orgasm, deafened and dizzy from the intensity of it. A huge flow of liquid and almost transparent cum releases from both of his cocks that shamelessly stains the sheets of your bed and your hands, the slippery moisture serving as a great lubricant while you accompany him and pump him to finish his climax, the movement of your pounding in his ass now starting to calm down until you stop in order to not overstimulate the mess of a demon right now.

Leviathan’s body cannot support itself anymore, so you hold him up with your hand on his chest, the weight making the position difficult until you begin to let him slowly lower himself towards the bed, his mind completely blank and his body falling in his post-orgasmic state as only pants can be heard from him. You remove the dildo from his hole to let him lie down and rest weakly on the bed, as he also retires his tail from you. You miss the sensation immediately, but decide to wait for him to compose himself before you ask anything from him again.

As you take off the harness, you suddenly realize how tired you are, lying down next to him and wrapping your arm around his waist while you watch his heavy breathing begin to calm down. Smiling, you lean in to kiss his temple, and he turns to look at you softly, the unnaturally bright orange of his eyes resting on you. In one slow movement, you guide him to your chest, resting his head on it as you pet his hair and his horns, which makes him jump and laugh a little.

“I don't think I have any words,” he says in a husky voice before giving you a couple of pecks on your collarbone, and then adds “That was simply incredible… Holy shit, MC, haha…”

“I'm glad... Oh, and don't forget that you're not pathetic or disgusting, if you believe that shit I'll punch you.”

Leviathan chuckles softly as he wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles into you even more. “I know… I trust you and I love you.”

Being filled with bliss, you hug him back and kiss his sweaty forehead. A few minutes pass like this, but the heat of his body is simply so pleasant that you lose yourself in it a little, pressing him harder against your chest and nuzzling his hair sweetly, a hint of desire escaping and reminding you that you’re still missing your own climax.

The demon notices your craving immediately, your hot body and your need for more physical contact revealing that you are still aroused. Levi lets out a playful giggle and says in a whisper, “I think I still have to take care of you, right? It would be cruel to leave you like this…”

“Ah… I can't help it, sorry,” you say in a strangely embarrassed voice, which is too adorable for him. He subtly moves his face up to look at you and smiles, whispering deliciously, “Don't apologize for anything, MC… I'm yours and you're mine… Let me just… give it to you…”

The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, but more than anything it's the strong anticipation that fills you right now. You smile back and bring his face closer to yours to give him a warm kiss that quickly turns passionate and wet, your tongues intertwining irresistibly. His arms wrap around you while your hands caress his hair, massaging his scalp full of devotion.

“Levi… Anything… Give me anything you can,” you say in a voice almost pained with hunger and desire as your eyes slowly close overwhelmed, to avoid looking at him so closely now that you're giving him the control. "Yes my love. Don't worry, Levi will take care of you,” he responds with almost the same intensity, but also happy to give you back even a part of everything you just gave him.

With a silent and sinister movement, you feel his tail again enveloping your thigh and rubbing your entrance, making you jump a little and let out a soft whine. “L-Levi…!” He looks at you studying your reaction while the tip of the scaly appendage begins to delightfully rub against your wet folds once again, satisfied to get that response out of you so quickly. “You like my tail… No matter what you say, you are as perverted as me…”

“H-Hey, don't insult me like that- Ah! Mmm…” you are able to answer him not so eloquently before you begin to give in to the pleasure. “...It's because it's perfect... You are perfect...”

He can't help but feel tremendously praised and content to receive those words, almost blushing as he usually does at any open display of affection from your part, but right now, that warmth only encourages him more to satisfy you and bring you to your climax. His tail continues to move playfully between your legs, stimulating on the outside before entering again, using its flexibility in order to touch everywhere it can reach, eliciting a string of sweet breathy moans from you. Right now, it sounds irresistible to his ears.

The sensation is simply too delicious, the tickling under your skin and the sensuality of the movements quickly taking you to the peak of your pleasure as you can only cry his name, still caressing and gripping his hair lovingly and desperately. One of his hands stops embracing you as he takes it to your abdomen, touching and fondling your stomach in small circles before traveling up to your breasts. He touches them gently at first, brushing the palm of his hand gently over your erect nipples, then rubbing them with his fingers. You let out a soft groan as he pinches one of the nubs, and then shamelessly squeezes your tit with his palm while he places a moist kiss to your jaw. The mixture of pleasant sensations becomes quickly too much for you.

“Ah! Levi, I’m… I’m coming…” you warn him some seconds before the inevitable, his voice a whisper of sweet nothings right in your ear. “Do it, come for me. You are so beautiful, so perfect, I love you. Don’t ever leave me, you’re mine forever, I love you…”

His cheesy words would make you hide ashamed in another context, but right now they only bring you to your orgasm while his tail, devoid of any mercy, continues to move strongly in your pussy, abusing your clit and rubbing the sweetest places inside you. You can't help the loud sounds that escape your throat, a high-pitched cry that Levi would drown out if he only reached and claimed your lips with his, but he decides to let the sound envelop him and enjoy the exquisite voice of your pleasure. Suddenly, you can only see white as your eyes shut and you feel your consciousness escape while your climax takes over you, the only thing grounding you to this place is the demon holding you against him.

“Yeah, that's right, just like that… Look at you, you're so warm and beautiful, my love…” He whispers while you convulse, caressing your thigh as his tail finally leaves your crotch, freeing you from any over-stimulation and letting you catch your breath. Heavy pants come out of your mouth while you fall completely limp on the sheets, letting yourself be cuddled by Levi, who’s tenderly pecking your face with little kisses before placing his face between your shoulder and your neck, letting you rest. “Yeah… so perfect and adorable,” he keeps murmuring.

…

Slowly, your thoughts come back into coherent shape, and all you can think about is how talkative he gets, especially when he's this excited. This man just won't shut the fuck up. Ever. But it’s fine, his voice is comforting in these moments of intimacy. With a slight smile, you kiss his sweaty forehead, convinced that you're not in much better shape. Everything is so warm and comfortable as he said, his body against yours feels like a comforting dream.

“That was fun, don't you think? Although I must admit… it makes me cringe a little now remembering-” You pause as you’re filled with sudden embarrassment. “Aaahhh, I'm sorry for saying so many strange things,” you tell him, strangely nervous. But he turns to look at you with an expression... similar to yours, his big eyes seeming to finally become aware of everything that happened.

“N-No, I-I, ahhh!” he says embarrassed as well, his face turning impossibly redder. “N-No, b-but no matter what, I won’t regret it! It was amazing! All I ever wanted! You are amazing and aaaggghhh-!” He blurts out to you, trying to reassure both of you that there is no reason to be ashamed, although his exaggerated expression is even more embarrassing to look at. You stare at him and laugh lightly. Nothing like a good cringey moment from Levi to forget your own discomfort.

“Okay, okay, baby… Everything's okay, haha…” you say with a softer voice as you press in to hug him closer and bury your face in his chest, hiding. You feel him embrace you back with an awkward giggle, both of you ignoring for now the deplorable state you're in and the need for a shower.

A smile decorates your face as you remember all you got to see and hear from him today. You strongly believe there’s no way this will be the first and last time you do this. Not after you had so much fun, despite the cringe. 

There is still so much more you have to experience together. And you can’t wait for it.

[kisabesworld]

hellooo!

could you write ellie and reader? Ellie always had all the sorority girls hot on her heels until she met the reader, who was hot and interesting but tough and challenging and didn't seem to fall for Ellie's flirtations so easily and it frustrated her. imagine they were at a sorority party and the reader decides to indulge in ellie but first teases her a bit (with a short dress sitting on her lap talking close to ellie's lips but never letting ellie touch her and when ellie tried to kiss her the girl turns her face away) could this end with Ellie being a little mean as she fucks the reader in the backseat of the car?

thank you 😮‍💨

my heart skipped a beat reading this so yk i had to do it

cw: 18+ minors dni!, drugs, alcohol, mean ellie, strap-on usage

you’d heard around about ellie from your friends. about how she’s so hot, that they’d wish she’d ask them out. you’d never really seen the appeal. sure, she was attractive. but there wasn’t anything to absolutely fawn over. (pls forgive me for even typing that sentence..) they’d be all blushing cheeks and giggles, while you’d just sit on the couch, rolling your eyes in annoyance. how did they even have time for the mindless crushing when exams were coming up? you could barely think for yourself with all the information you were trying to shove in your brain. you just couldn’t understand.

ellie definitely noticed how you were. you didn’t act like the other girls in your sorority, and you didn’t even try to talk to her. she thought she had done something absentmindedly, maybe someone told you something about her? either way, she planned on figuring it out. though, her efforts weren’t recognized by you. she tried to get closer to you, strike up conversation, even joke with you. but every time you just gave her a bland answer and then left abruptly, leaving her cradling her pride while wondering why you didn’t have any interest in her. she definitely tried flirting, but you just brushed it off, acting like you didn’t understand that was what she was doing. even going as far as addressing the fact you were both friends, in a sickly sweet voice. she just rolled her eyes, giving up for the night.

after weeks of pining from ellie and still no results from you, your sorority had planned a party. what’s been happening with ellie had definitely wounded some of your relationships with your friends, passive aggressive jealousy being the result of how ellie had been acting. you thought maybe this could mend your relationships, but you thought wrong. of course, they invited the one person who’d started all the drama. ellie williams herself.

she’d been proud of herself managing to get an invitation for a party that was meant to be only sorority.. she felt special. and maybe a little bit like a douche. but mostly special. more than that, her heart fluttered in excitement at the thought you’d be there. maybe you’d give her a chance, finally? she swallowed her pride yet again as she got ready for the party, preparing to be rejected again. ellie didn’t usually wear makeup, or dress up in that matter, but tonight she wanted to impress you. even though her version of ‘dressing up’ was just a blue short sleeved button up and some jeans with her converse, she felt herself shudder at the thought she was making such an effort for someone. she put on some mascara, but just enough so you couldn’t tell. she honestly looked good. her lean arms were easily visible through the shirt, hair tied back in her signature half bun, the tattoo on her forearm only furthering how good she looked. she’d have to pat herself on the back later. grabbing her keys and shoving some chapstick into the front pocket of her jeans, she jogged outside to her car, excited for what was to come.

you, on the other hand, were much less excited than ellie. tension was high, you felt it suffocating you. you hoped things would ease as the drinks started flowing and everyone started smoking. but that was probably wishful thinking. you decided to push the thoughts to the corner of your brain, focusing on what to wear. you scoured your closet, brows furrowed in thought as you looked everything over. you ultimately decided on wearing a short black dress. shorter than you remembered. it was long sleeved and hugged all of your curves just right. you’d hoped you weren’t trying too hard. (if you wouldn’t wear a tight dress, just imagine it’s a short flowy one!!) checking your makeup in your vanity for a moment, you rubbed at a spot that needed fixing before stepping back. you thought you looked pretty good. the dress came down to your middle thigh, the neckline plummeting down to show a bit of your breasts. you slipped on some small black heels, ones that wouldn’t hurt your feet, and grabbed your bag. you stepped out, locking the door behind you. since the place was close, you decided to just walk there. though now you wished you’d brought a jacket. the cold wind stung your exposed legs, but you walked on, ready to be warm again at the party.

when you arrived, people were already drunk. and even though it was only supposed to be people of our sorority, some frat guys showed up and we’re making out with some of your friends on the couch. you gave them a questioning look before spotting ellie. she was on the couch, legs spread comfortably with a blunt in her hand. she clearly didn’t plan on driving home tonight. you sighed, walking your way over to her. maybe you should give her a chance? people around you were already upset anyways. you sat down next to her, her half lidded and bloodshot eyes sliding over to your form. she smiled wide, clearly happy to see you.

“hey, babe. thought you’d never show up.” she grinned, taking another drag from her blunt before offering it to you. you accepted, taking it between two of your fingers until the tip burned bright red and the smoke began to burn in the back of your throat. you handed it back to her, breathing out and fanning at the air in front of you.

“why are you here, ellie?” she handed the blunt to you again, letting you take a drag before taking it back from your hands.

“came to see you. duh.” she says, as if you should’ve known that already. you probably should’ve. you give her a grin, eyelids half closed already. you breathed in deep, leaning your head on her shoulder. she knew it was wrong, but when your dress rode up your thigh, showing just a little bit of the pretty panties you had put on, she couldn’t help but look. she then turned, cradling you cheek with her hand and leaning in to gently kiss your lips. “this alright?” she asks, locking eyes with you as she spoke. you nodded, doe eyes wide and bloodshot. she grinned, leaning in again and placing a hand at the top of your thigh, right where your dress ended. she gripped it, the plush fat giving way just a bit so her fingers made little indents in the flesh as she squeezed. she wanted to moan at the sight, pulling away from your lips. you both were breathing heavily. you had a confused look on your face, while she only looked cocky. she grabbed your hand, grabbing her keys off of the table next to the couch and slipping out of the house to her car.

“ellie! you can’t fucking drive high—“ you’re cut off by her lips smashing into yours, the kiss stealing your breath and tinting your cheeks red. when she pulled away you were panting, looking at her with an annoyed glare. she only smiled, leading you to her car which was parked in the farthest part of the parking lot. she was definitely planning this.

“we aren’t driving.” she simply says, unlocking her car with the clicker before opening the back door and ushering you inside. you get in with a huff, hands behind you trying to hold your dress down. she slides in next to you, a hand resting on your thigh as she uses her clicker to lock all the doors. you both look at each other for a moment before lust gets the better of you both. you’re suddenly on each other, lips on lips and hands running up each others bodies. you could already see the windows fogging up. ellie ran her hand in between your thighs, her cold fingers making you whimper into her kiss. she just rubbed your thigh gently before pressing two fingers to your panties. right above your puffy clit. she began to rub gently, your hips bucking up into her hand as you tried to hold back your moans. fuck, you couldn’t believe you were doing this. but you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. a lot. she pulled away suddenly, lips coming down to meet your neck. you sighed at the feeling, and she took this as a cue to begin sucking hickies onto your neck. you whimpered, hands coming up to grip her shoulders as you let her do as she pleases. once she was done she pulled away, looking at your puffy, spit covered lips and your red cheeks. god, she could get used to this.

“you ever take a strap before baby?” she asks abruptly, your eyes widening at the question. you blinked a few times before shaking your head, not able to find your words in the already fucked our state you were in. “cmon, pretty girl. use your words.” she says, waiting with her eyes locked on yours. you open your mouth once but nothing comes out, the second time you manage to form words. “n-no. i haven’t ever.” you looked to the side in shame at how you were acting. ellie only grinned, grabbing your cheeks in a way that made your lips smoosh together before kissing you.

“y’so fuckin’ cute. y’know that?” she breathes, face so close to yours you could feel her breath. she let go, pulling your legs up and over her shoulders. you yelped at the suddenness, grabbing onto the headrest of the front seat to steady yourself. she ripped away your panties, eager and impatient. you didn’t even mourn the loss of your panties, ready for some release already. she stared at your pussy for a moment and you started wondering if she’d ever start. that was before she began practically making out with your pussy, eating you out like a madwoman. you let out a broken moan, a hand shooting down to tangle in her hair.

“ellie! els— s’too much! so— feels s’good, fuck!” you ramble on, pleasure already taking hold of your brain. it just turned her on that much more you were already fucked out.

“you can take it, baby. i know my good girl can take it. breathe, baby. breathe.” she coos, hand coming up to massage the skin on your hip. you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. she waits a moment before starting again. a bit slower but still with the same vigor as before. you moaned, hips bucking to meet her face as her nose bumped your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. you opened your eyes to look down at her. her eyes rolled back into her skull, closing at the taste of you. her brows were furrowed in concentration, freckled cheeks now dusted pink. her hands were wrapped around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. you moaned, a knot beginning to form in your stomach.

“els, gonna cum. please, can i cum?” you beg, eyes welling up with tears at the pleasure. you looked down at her with pleading eyes, feeling your high quickly approaching.

“cum, i got you.” she reassures, her middle and ring finger easing into your hole and beginning two scissor you open, furthering your pleasure. you let out one last moan before white hot pleasure hits you like a freight train, causing your eyes to roll back and your body to go rigid. ellie just continues through your high, before you’re twitching and squirming away from the overstimulation. she pulls away, licking her lips before grabbing a backpack that was hidden on the floor. you breathe heavily, knowing what was coming next. she unzips her jeans and shoves them off, her underwear going with them as she then reaches into the bag, pulling out a harness which she clipped around her waist. then, she pulled out her strap. it was purple silicone, about 8 inches long. you shuddered, already needy again as you shifted in your seat. she clipped the silicone onto the harness, looking down at your fucked out state. “we’re not done yet. ass up.” she demands, tone harsh. you immediately obey, knees pressing into the seats to push your ass up. you even go as far as to pull your dress up to your belly, giving her full access to your cunt. she hums in approval, a hand coming down to cup your asscheek as she prods at your pussy with the tip of her strap.

“you ready baby? think you can take my strap?” you press your face to the seat, whimpering and wiggling your hips at her. she grinned, leaving a harsh slap on your ass. “just for that, i ain’t going easy on you.” she says, easing the tip into your pussy at a faster speed than you would’ve liked. but the pain added to the pleasure, having you clench around the silicone and whine like a bitch in heat. ellie only laughed cruelly, a hand coming down to press against the base of your neck. “what? can my needy bitch not take it? few seconds ago you were practically begging for it.” she says, groaning as she bottomed out inside of you. she leans down, mouth so close to your ear you could feel her breathing. “don’t care if you can’t take it, baby. i’ll make you.” she hisses, a cruel grin still plastered on her face as she abruptly leans back. she places two hands on your hips before pulling back, starting a fast and harsh pace thrusting into you. your mouth fell open, tears in your eyes as she repeatedly hit your g-spot. you wanted to scream with pleasure— it was just too much. you let out a loud moan, hearing her let out a broken one. the strap was rubbing her clit harshly at this pace, and she wasn’t about to slow down any time soon.

“els— els s’too much m’gonna cum—“ you try to warn, before your orgasm hits you so hard it has you seeing stars. your ears were ringing, eyes rolled back into your skull. the only thing that grounded you was ellie’s hand wrapping in your hair, somehow soothing despite the way she was fucking into you like a rabid animal. you’re pretty sure you even heard her growl as she fucked into you. the sound made your cunt clench harder than it already was, ellie clearly feeling it as she had to slow down.

“fuck— loosen up babe. can’t make you feel good like this.” she says, one of her rough hands resting on your ass, fingers circling as if to calm you down. you loosen up, and as soon as she feels less resistance, she’s fucking into you again at the same harsh speed she was before. “goddamn- tell me who’s pussy this is. go on, fucking tell me slut.” her harsh words made you moan, tears spilling down your cheeks as you began to speak.

“it’s yours, els. m’all yours.” she leans down to peck your tear stained cheek, taking pride in how fucked out she’d gotten you.

“that’s right, slut. you’re mine.” she says, before fucking into you without abandon. you swore you saw stars, the silicone tip hitting your g-spot in a way that made you feel like you were floating. you began to babble incoherently, your approaching high completely frying your brain.

“please ellie, need you so bad, m’yours please.” you whine, tears from the pleasure running down your face in big streams. she thrusts a few more times before you’re both thrown headfirst into your orgasms, the sound of moans and heavy breathing filling the car as she stilled inside of you, waiting for you both to come down from your highs. when you did, she quickly pulled her strap out, causing you to whine at how empty you felt. she only shushed you, unclipping the harness from her body and throwing both the strap and the harness in the floor. she quickly pulled you into her arms. your mascara had run down your face, lipstick smudged up your cheek. your nose was bright red from crying. she wiped away your tears with a sweet smile, pushing your face into her chest as she cradled your head with her hand. you wrapped your arms around her, nuzzling your face further into her chest. she didn’t even care your makeup was probably getting all over her shirt— you’d just given her the best fuck of her life.

“you did so good baby. so good for me.” she coos, a hand carding through your hair. “let’s go back to your house, yeah? i’ll make you breakfast.” she says, and you nod, face still buried in her chest. she only laughs, kissing the top of your head. “alright, get dressed then.”

authors note: i hope you all enjoyed!! also i hope ellie was mean enough in this..

[siyooungi]

Can u make like yunjin from le sserafim and fem reader having an argument like about how yunjin forgot about important stuff and the reader is giving her the silent treatment and then it turns into fluff

A/N: as i’m rereading your request, i just now realized you wanted an argument- i’m sorry, i only included the silent treatment part!! (pls forgive me.. i hope you still like it.)

Pairing: Yunjin x Fem!Reader

Idol: Huh Yunjin (Le Sserafim)

Warning(s): None!

Your relationship with Yunjin was filled with love and happiness, as most relationships should be. However, there was one recurring issue that had been nearly driving you insane—Yunjin's forgetfulness. Yunjin seemed to forget important things, like special dates and even plans that you had made together.

After another forgotten event, instead of you expressing your grievances, you simply chose to remain quiet. You didn’t even bother reminding her before she left your shared apartment. Though, your attire should’ve rang some bells in her head, it did not. While you weren’t dressed formally, you were dressed well enough for her to tell you intended on going somewhere. But no, she simply complimented you and gave you a kiss, not bothering to put two and two together.

See, as a date idea, you had made a reservation at a restaurant that Yunjin loved, but your girlfriend had completely forgotten about that and went to spend time with some friends instead. By the time she came back, you were sitting on the couch flipping through channels and changed into more comfortable clothes. She happily plopped down beside you, ready to tell you all about her day and how much fun she had.

Yunjin was completely oblivious to the fact that she was being subjected to the silent treatment. She continued to talk to you as if everything was normal, only to be met with your silence. Confusion flickered in her eyes as she realized that something was amiss. She was used to doing all the talking in the relationship and was overall more talkative than you, but you were oddly quieter than usual.

"Love?" Yunjin called out tentatively, her voice filled with concern. "Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" Still, you remained silent, refusing to acknowledge her, leaving her in the echoing void of your silence.

Like a puppy wanting attention, she scooted closer to you and brushed her fingers against yours, hoping for a response. To no surprise, you simply kept your gaze fixed forward. Though, you didn’t brush her off or move away, providing her a short relief since you weren’t preventing her from touching you.

“Baby..” She leaned closer, her breath tickling your ear, hoping that proximity would melt away the tension. It affected you, of course. She’s simply your weakness, but you were still upset with her. So, you suddenly stood up and made your way to your shared bedroom. Without skipping a beat, she was right on your tail from the moment you put a foot forward. She trailed behind you, not far but not too close either.

“Why are you ignoring me?” The taller woman asked as you opened the door, having her close it behind the two of you. As expected, you didn’t give her a response. You acted as if she wasn’t there and went into the bathroom, planning on getting ready to wine down for the night. She watched you through the mirror, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed.

She just couldn’t figure out what she did and was frustrated that she couldn’t rack her brain for a memory to pop up. Knowing you wouldn’t verbally tell her, she marched out of the bathroom with a mission in mind:

Recall what she forgot this time.

So, she decided to look around the bedroom. She looked for any possible notes, if she misplaced something, literally anything. Well, that was until she looked up at the calendar above your desk. Yunjin walked closer so she could read the writing—when she spotted it, she wanted to give herself a facepalm over and over again. In red pen with hearts and exclamation marks was the name of her favorite restaurant and “date” written beside it.

Just as she turned around, you were exiting the bathroom. All she could do was freeze because she didn’t expect you to be out so soon. Not that you were paying her any mind anyways, she thought. You completely walked past her to lay down on the bed, her eyes trailing you as you did so.

Yunjin's worry turned into desperation as she tried different approaches to break through your silence. She went to your side of the bed and kneeled next to you, holding onto your hand. She was once again shocked that you let her touch you, her eyes widening slightly before she composed herself. "Love, I'm so sorry." Yunjin whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Please, talk to me."

But you stayed resolute, your silence unyielding. Yunjin's heart sank, and she sighed in defeat, plopping down on the bed with a heavy thud. Her eyes, once filled with determination, were now filled with sadness and longing.

Time seemed to stretch on as Yunjin watched you, her gaze filled with an unspoken plea. She desperately wanted to fix things, to make you smile again, but she didn't know how. She contemplated her actions, realizing the impact her forgetfulness had on you, and regret washed over her.

Suddenly, Yunjin had an idea. Determined to break through your silence, she sat up and reached for her phone. Swiftly, she typed a message and sent it to your number:

"I know I've messed up, and I'm truly sorry. I promise to be more attentive and remember all the important things. But I need you, my love. I need your voice, your laughter, your love. Please, let me make it right."

Your phone lit up on the bedside table, causing you to glance at the heartfelt message. Your heart softened as the read the text on the screen. You turned to Yunjin and saw the sincerity in her eyes, causing you to crack. You couldn't ignore her any longer. With a small smile, you finally gave in to her cuteness, unable to resist her genuine efforts.

Opening your arms for her, she immediately embraced you. It was a hug so tight that one would assume she was afraid you’d leave. You would never do that, but she felt like she lost a part of you when you weren’t speaking. "Thank you.." Yunjin murmured into your shoulder, her voice filled with relief.

"I promise, I'll do better. I love you."

You melted into her embrace, feeling the warmth of her love surround you. The tension that had filled the room dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of connection and understanding. You both knew that despite the occasional arguments and moments of frustration, your love for each other would always bring you back together.

“I love you too.” You finally spoke, causing the brunette to squeal and roll over, bringing you with her. You couldn’t help but laugh at the action as it resulted in you being on top of her, still within her embrace.

Yunjin rested her head back onto the bed, looking up at you with a smile; another thing you could not resist. With the close proximity, she puckered her lips, causing you to smile at the gesture. You knew what she wanted, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to give in to it. She still had her arms around you so she shook you a little, basically pleading.

“Come on..”

You rolled your eyes playfully before placing a quick kiss on her lips. You were met with a look of disbelief, which made your smile widen. You knew that wasn’t enough to satisfy her, but you loved messing with her and it seemed fair to do so after what happened this evening.

You hummed, contemplating whether you should give in to your girlfriend’s wants, or what she would consider her needs. “Don’t think about it, just do it.” You heard her mutter beneath you, causing you to raise your eyebrows.

“Then work for it.” You spoke against her lips, earning a groan from the woman and evoking a chuckle out of you.

And work for it, she would.

[dearmura]

rainy nights

☆ cw. Mild Cursing, Baths together (non-sexually (rlly wholesome)), not beta read ( forgive my horrible grammar )

☆ pairings. bf!ni-ki × fem!reader

☆ synopsis. Just as you're about to sleep, an unexpected visitor knocks at your door

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

*ding* *ding*

Your eyes flutter open, jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing

You let out a prolonged sigh, grunting in mild annoyance as you reach for your phone

Rolling your eyes, you open up your messages only to be met with spamming texts from your boyfriend

N: Angel, I can't sleep:(((

N: Wanna hang out, babe?

N: Shit, are you sleeping? I'm sorry, love

You chuckle softly to yourself at his cuteness

As you're about to place your phone back on your nightstand, you hear another ding

Sighing once more, you unlock your phone, your messages with him already open

N: I'm at your door babe, pls open up

You scoff at that

Y/N: It's 2 in the morning babes, go home

A mere 2 seconds pass before your phone begins to ring

Amused now, you answer

"And what do I owe you for your gracing me with your presence at this hour?" You tease

"Open the door please, it's really cold and rainy out here" He whines, a clear pout evident in his voice

You giggle to yourself as you slip your feet into your slippers, shuffling to the front door

As soon as you open the door, your eyes meet his

You can't help but laugh at his sad puppyish look

He pouts at your amusement

"You're mean" He sulks, still standing in the doorway

"Well you're the one who decided t-" You were about to scold him for waking you up at this hour but were shut up by him pulling you by the waist and smashing his lips onto yours

As much as you would have loved this moment, you were now outside, in his arms in the pouring rain

You attempt to pull away but he draws you back in, holding your face, almost too scared to let go

It was almost as if the world stopped for a second when his lips met yours

You suddenly didn't even care for the rain washing away your nightly skincare, didn't care for your soaking wet pajamas, didn't care for the occasional cars passing by probably barfing at the young love

All you cared for was the boy in front of you, holding you like you were made of porcelain, gently tucking your wet hair behind your ear as his lips continued to kiss yours

After a few seconds, he pulls away, looking at you in awe, as if you were the most beautiful thing on Earth

"God, you look so pretty like this, Angel" he exhales as he speaks, forehead making contact with yours, hands never letting go of your cheeks

"What happened to being sorry for waking me up?" You teased

"Missed you too much" he pouts and pulls you into his embrace

You coo at his cuteness, ruffling his hair. Taking his hand, you drag him inside, shutting the door behind you

Seeing him shiver, you coo, caressing his cheek as he leans into your touch

"How about you go get washed up first, Ki. We wouldn't want you getting sick now would we, baby? Leave your clothes in the hamper, I'll have them all clean for you in the morning, does that sound alright, love?" You ask as you help his jacket off him

He encircles his arms around your waist, back hugging you while swaying you both ever so slightly

"How about we take a bath together? You're wet too, babe" He smirks, eyeing your face for a response

You blush at his suggestion, nodding shyly

You hiss at the hot water hitting your cold skin, relieved that you both had stop shivering now

As you adjust to the warmth, your eyes are caught by his drenched locks, an idea pops into mind

"How about I wash your hair, Ki? Is that alright with you?" You insist

He nods shyly at the idea, making you coo

Getting behind his figure, you cup your hands, retrieving some water to dampen his hair

Reaching for the shampoo he forgot last time he was there, you squeeze a good amount and rub it between your hands, before massaging it into his hair

You see his muscles visibly relax at the soothing touch

He leans back slowly so his upper half was against your chest and he sat between your legs

Massaging his scalp softly, he practically purrs, relishing in the attention

"Feels s-good, babe, thank you s-much" he slurs his words, finding it hard to think properly when your touch is so gentle

You coo at his words, placing a gentle kiss where his jawline meets his neck

-

Moments like these make you fall in love with the boy all over again

fin

[lepetitpiastri]

london's calling [op81]

summary: your relationship with oscar comes to an end

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

wc: 700+

warnings: breakup, sad reader and sad oscar,

notes: please give the song 'london's calling' by tyne-james organ a listen while you read!! i got inspired to write a lil song fic for oscar about it soo pls enjoy!

Baby, stop

And look at what you've done to me

Baby, stop

I feel you more when I can't sleep

It's burning a hole in the ground

It brings me down

You and Oscar were never meant to be. As hard as you both tried to make it work, the relationship had finally come to an end. 

It was a messy breakup. Not one that ended in anger and hate, but one where tears were shed from both sides. The kind that had your heart hurting, with a deep longing pain that made you clutch your chest as you lay awake at night. Your bed had never felt so empty, devoid of the warmth that Oscar always brought. You realized that you avoided his side where his scent still lingered, his cologne, race leathers and mint. You avoided the part where the mattress dips in, moulded to fit his body. It could never fit you the way you wished it would. You sobbed unconsciously and held yourself tighter as the tears fell again.

Baby, stop

You're heading home and it's not fair

Baby, stop

I couldn't tell you I still care

Oscar hovered over your name on his phone. He had thought about calling you countless times that day, but every single time he stopped himself. He knew it would just make things worse. But god he missed you. He missed your voice, your smile, your eyes. The way you comforted him when he doubted himself. He wanted to do the same for you. But now it's too late. He longed to see you, to reassure you that things would be alright. Hold you through the tears and pain, just as he promised you in the beginning. 

As he contemplated calling you for the final time that night he figured you must have been in Australia by now. He tried to justify his hesitation in calling by saying that there was a time difference and that you must have been asleep already. He knew he was only lying to himself by saying all these reasons for not calling but he knew better; he knew you would still have been wide awake just as he was, replaying the events of the previous days.

Maybe he was scared of the rejection. Scared to find out that you would decline his call knowing that it would have been the best decision for you. Scared that hearing your voice would cause him to regret everything. To regret his decision of ending things. He had broken your heart and he knew he didn't deserve you anymore.

Don't forget, don't forget

What we shared, we shared

Oscar pondered over his lockscreen getting lost in thought. It was a photo you took together sometime ago. You had sneaked in a picture while he was talking about some silly thing that happened at practice. He knew he must have been talking nonsense but you were listening intently to him that day, the way you always did. You had a smile that brightened up your face. The smile that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Baby, stop

You're leaving for a while, it seems

He wanted to say more, call out to you, take you in his arms and apologize for everything he said and did. Hope that you would forgive him and the both of you could put it in the past. Regret clawed at his heart as his words replayed again and again in his mind. Surely it didn't have to end this way?

No, you had known him better that he knew himself. He might have brought up the idea but you solidified the decision. You told him to focus on his racing career. To devote his energy and strength to this. He didn't realize it but that was what he really wanted. As always you knew better. He couldn't have it all. You had to make him see that in order to reach his dream he would have to give it everything he had. Which meant ultimately, that he had to let you go.

Baby, stop

You know this always was your dream

'I hope for nothing but the best for you.' you said, voice unwavering.

'You know I'll always love you,' the words catching in his throat as you walked away.

You turn, regarding him with a small smile. 'I know Oscar.'

notes: hoo boy, idk why i would write a breakup fic when i adore oscar so much lol

[writingbyshiloh]

En Français S.V.P.

AN: I’m Canadian so forgive me if this is more Quebec French than European French. My French isn’t that great (B level) so if something is wrong pls forgive me.

WC: 0.4k

You fiddle with the clasp of your necklace behind your back. The restaurant is new to you, but Vincent insisted that you would like it, due to the daring food pairings. 

But you were excited for a different reason. Slowly, you were learning French, wanting to communicate with your boyfriend in his mother tongue, but also the city around you. You just didn't tell the Marquis, wanting to keep it a surprise. If he knew what you were learning he would get you the best tutors, but also make your studies his newest obsession, guiding you on how he thinks you should learn, not how you best do. 

“Mon amour? Are you ready?” his voice became clearer as he pushed open the heavy door.

Mon amour was an easy one to translate, meaning my love. 

“Non. J’ai besoin du cinq minute additional." (No. I need five more minutes) your voice was clear, but some of the pronunciations were clunky in your mouth, home accent coming through, all while you tried to suppress a smile. 

Your suspicion was right. He pulled you from your chair into his arms, delighted with your surprise. At least that's what you assume he's saying but his French was too fast for you to understand except for the fondness seeping into his tone. 

“How long have you been studying?” He says. You envy how eloquently he can switch from one language to another. 

You shrug your shoulders, leaning into his arm wrapped around your waist. 

“I only know a bit. I can order in French though.” 

“What else can you say?” 

You pause for a second to construct a sentence in your head. It's not one of the ones you practiced but hopefully, it works. 

“Je suis excité, euh, pour le dîner ce soir.” (I’m excited, uh, for dinner tonight) you offer up.

His lips twitch slightly as if trying to tone down his smile.

“Le dîner? (the dinner)” he clarifies. 

“Oui?” you frown, trying to figure out if you used the wrong word for dinner. 

“Ou après?” (or after). 

You quietly repeat the words after him. His hand slowly dips below the small of your waist. 

“Je suis excité is I am excited.” he informs you. 

“I know.”

“Sexually excited.” His gaze is intense, almost predatory as he watches you understand your grammar mistake. 

That’s one French lesson you won’t forget soon. 

[spacexseven]

god reader telling fyodor that ranpo will beat his ass any day now i wanna make him sob and wail

quick drabble here non!!! pls excuse the poor editing im exhausted :<<

note: fyodor calls reader 'my lord'

"you have to stop pursuing the detective agency," you've practiced these words in your head, realizing the only way to gain control of your situation was by playing into the role you were assigned, taking the reins that fyodor had offered, "i will make sure that they won't stand in our way."

fyodor freezes, but not in the usual manner when you could tell it was because he was mesmerized by what he called your divine light—this was out of something akin to shock. you had never called out to him on your own accord, never spoken while he kneeled in his daily prayers, but it was fruitless to keep it that way any longer.

"if that is what you wish…" he pauses, an uneasy sensation filling the room, "forgive me, my lord, but may i know why?"

for a moment, anger flashes in you. you think of all you've lost because of his foolish beliefs and your rage boils—is this what he kept you here for, calling you a god—his god? was it only to use you as an excuse? if he truly believed in his own claims, why would you have to explain anything?

wasn't he the one who should be apologizing?

"i do not mean to question your judgement," he says, unsettled by your silence, "it's…you have never shown any interest in those who have been sacrificed for you, my lord. i was merely…curious."

for once, he sounds unsure of himself, and you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction in watching him squirm. deep down, you wonder if he's won already seeing how easily you've been taking to the role he thrust upon you.

"why should i have to explain myself to you?"

his eyes widen, though your voice was not any louder than it had been all along. maybe it was the unfamiliar tinge of anger in your tone, the way you uttered the words like it was the most obvious thing in the world—like he was the fool for daring to question you.

"forgive my foolishness," he whispers, "your humble servant is forever in need of your guidance and wisdom."

"you cannot compare to the detective," you finally say, hoping he'll finally accept your decision, "he will destroy all you've worked for if you pursue them any longer."

something akin to betrayal shines in fyodor's eyes, "…the one without an ability?"

"he does not need an ability to surpass you. all he needs is a reason," you glare at the crouched figure, "one you've already started to give with your reckless actions. leave him be. i will see to it that your actions will not hinder us any longer."

fyodor's head hangs low, lower than before, out of what you suspect is shame and distress.

"forgive me," he echoes softly, "forgive my insolence. you are all-knowing, and i only wished to be of use to you, to become someone worthy of your grace. my impertinent suggestions have burdened you. i only pray that you will show me mercy, and continue to guide your foolish servant."

he again lowers himself in whispered prayer, and you tell yourself to look away. to know that he was undeserving of even the slightest acknowledgment would serve as the greatest punishment.

[jebewonmorelike]

We're Making The Bear

wc: 3.3k (haha help) pronouns: none used; n/a (reader calls jiwoong 'oppa' but it's only because that's what his baby sister calls him!) warnings: oh wow this is so fluffy... tiniest bit of angst bc jiwoong doesn't see his sister as much as he would like bc of his work schedule summary: a reluctant jiwoong and his baby sister make a teddy bear with the help of the cute bear's life employee!reader. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this one will destroy your teeth and your dentist will hate you from all the fluff i'm serious. this was so fulfilling to write, i really, really love how it turned out! i think you're gonna like it :) when i post, i'm always like "MY MASTERPIECE" so pls forgive me if i overhype things but i'm so happy with them once i finish them lmaooo. this was a request so thank you to @hursheys for this idea, sorry it took me a little while but I hope you like it <3 &lt;3 <3

Placing your little bear ears back on your head after your lunch break, you fluff some of the ready-to-purchase bears on the shelves to the right side of the store. You're completely absorbed in your busywork when you feel a gentle tug on your pastel apron.

Looking down to your left, you're met with the sight of a tiny girl; her eyes big and round staring up at you happily. You figure she can't be more than five, if that.

"Hi!" You greet with a smile, watching as the little girl blinks back at you innocently. "And who do we have here?"

"Ji-Ah!" She announces happily, a grin spreading across her face.

You giggle, but a bit of concern for the lone child is brewing in your chest. "It's lovely to meet you, Ji-Ah-sshi! Are your parents here with you today?"

Ji-Ah shakes her head. "Jiwoong Oppa!"

"Ji-Ahya!" You hear a male voice call suddenly as the door to your shop flies open.

"Oh good, here's your--," you start to say, but your voice trails off when you're suddenly face-to-face with the most strikingly gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life. Your lips part slightly in shock, wide-eyed as you stare back at him. "... Oppa."

As the incredibly handsome man approaches, you can see the worry in his eyes. He picks up Ji-Ah quickly and throws her over his hip. "What did I tell you about leaving my side, huh? You could get lost or hurt, Ji-Ah. Then what would I do?"

Turning his head finally, his eyes meet yours and you're embarrassed to admit that you're a bit breathless. Mentally scolding yourself, you ground your feet back in reality. "Hi, how are you?"

He nods, grimacing awkwardly at you. "I'm sorry if she bothered you. She can be kind of slippery."

"Not at all," you reply, shaking your head. "My name is (Y/N). What brings you both to Bear's Life today?"

"Oh, last week it was little Ji-Ah's birthday," the man explains as his sister smiles at you. "Unfortunately, I was working. I'm actually working today, too, but I was lucky enough to get some time off to spend with my baby sister."

You smile as Ji-Ah bites her thumb shyly; her face as perfect as a doll's as her brother sets her back down on the floor. "Well, I'm glad you could make it! So, we'll be opting in for the full experience?"

The man named Jiwoong's lips part as he prepares to protest, but Ji-Ah cuts him off before he can get a word out.

"Yes, yes, yes! Can I?" She begs, jumping up and down excitedly.

Jiwoong sighs, smiling to cover up his opposition. "Ji-Ah, I don't have that much time. We were just going to pick out a bear that's already been made. I thought you wanted to get ice cream, too?"

Ji-Ah shakes her head rapidly. "No, I want to make my bear with (Y/N)-sshi!"

"Don't worry, Ji-Ah-sshi," you say with a smile. "I know the perfect method that your brother could never say no to!"

"You do?" Jiwoong asks nervously.

"Repeat after me, okay?" You prompt as Ji-Ah nods enthusiastically. Slipping into the cutest voice you can muster, you clasp your hands together below your chin and look up at Jiwoong with puppy-dog eyes. "Can I please make my bear today?"

Jiwoong stares back at you with his eyebrows raised-- mouth slightly ajar in shock.

Ji-Ah mimics your actions, clasping her hands together and begging, "Can I please make my bear today?"

"Pretty, pretty please," you demonstrate again, putting your chin in your hands so your cheeks squish up.

"Pretty, pretty please," Ji-Ah follows, squishing her little round cheeks up in her palms. You watch as a reluctant smile begins to form on her older brother's face.

You tap one finger to your cheek cutely as you add your next line. "With a cherry on top!"

"With a cherry on top!" Ji-Ah says, touching her tiny index finger to her cheek and sticking out her lips in her own improvised pout. Jiwoong laughs, shaking his head in amazement.

"Please, Oppa?" You finish your pleading, smiling up at Jiwoong sweetly. He swallows nervously, a quick flash of panic in his eyes as you look away quickly out of embarrassment.

"Please, Oppa?" Ji-Ah repeats, her smile lethally infectious as Jiwoong places a hand over his heart. He holds up his other hand in surrender.

"Okay, fine!" He relents, sighing in defeat while grinning. "I'm too weak; I can't take any more! You've got me: we're making the bear."

~

"Now that our new bear friend is stuffed full of fluff... we need to stuff him full of love, too!" You say, holding the cream-colored teddy bear that Ji-Ah had picked out and helped to fill with cotton. You reach into the large heart-shaped box next to the stuffing machine and pull out an assortment of small, plushy fabric hearts. Each has a different design, color and texture so that the customer can choose the one they like most for their bear friend.

“(Y/N)-sshi? I want Jiwoong Oppa to pick the heart!” Ji-Ah demands cutely, looking up at her brother expectantly.

He blinks at you hesitantly before nodding in agreement. "Okay, I guess I can do that."

You hold out the fabric hearts to the young man which are splayed delicately across your palms for him to choose. He looks at them for a second before looking back up at you, entirely overwhelmed by the task he’s been given as his eyes silently scream ‘help me’.

A small smile creeping onto your face, you use your thumb to indicate which heart Ji-Ah would like most. As you tap the heart quickly, Jiwoong exhales in relief and picks up the little plush heart between his thumb and index finger.

"Let's see which one he picked!" You say, prompting Jiwoong to reveal the fabric heart in his palm.

Ji-Ah squeals happily. "That's the one I wanted! How did you know, Oppa!?"

Her brother smiles at you gratefully. "I just did!"

"Our heart will bring our bear friend to life, but we have to say our magic phrase for it to work," you explain. "Can you both hold our bear's heart and repeat the magic words?"

Jiwoong squats down so that he's on his sister's level, holding out the fabric heart for her to grab onto.

"I wish, I wish..." You begin, nodding at them encouragingly as they echo each phrase of the poem after you.

~I wish, I wish... on this true heart... that one bear's life... with this, will start!~

"And now we'll place our heart inside our bear friend," you instruct, holding out the teddy bear for Jiwoong and Ji-Ah to place the heart inside the zippered opening. As you close the zipper, you press a button to the side of the stuffing machine secretively which triggers hundreds of fairly lights to light up throughout the store.

Ji-Ah's jaw drops in awe as she spins around and around to look at the magical display. Her brother smiles at you appreciatively.

"That was incredible you guys! Your spell was the best I've ever seen," you praise, handing the teddy bear to a very happy Ji-Ah. "Do you come from a magical family?"

Jiwoong laughs. "Something like that."

Stepping over slightly to your counter, you pull out a blank Bear Birth Certificate and uncap your fancy fine-tip pen. "Now, what is our new bear friend's name?"

"Gomdori Oppa," Ji-Ah announces with a smile, hugging the bear tighter to her chest. "Then I can play with Jiwoong Oppa whenever I want and he won’t have to go away!"

Your breath hitches at the little girl's words as you glance up cautiously at her older brother. His eyes are wide as they meet yours; the handsome man's expression suddenly filled with shame. It's none of your business, but you can't help but wonder how important this man's work is that he's never around for his baby sister.

"That's--..." You fumble before quickly forcing a big grin for the little girl in front of you, writing the name down on the certificate. “That’s a wonderful idea! Then you can always have your big brother close to you.”

Ji-Ah smiles, bouncing on her toes happily. You glance up at her brother again to find him attempting to blink back tears. Whatever his reason for not being around more often, you can tell that it deeply pains him and that’s enough for you to want to try to make this a great memory for both of them to cherish.

“Well now that Gomdori Oppa is born,” you transition, giving the little bear a pat on the head, “he needs a bath before he’s ready to go out into the world! Do you want to go put our little bundle of joy in the bath for me?"

Ji-Ah nods, skipping over in utter bliss to the Bear Salon in the corner. You turn to her brother, who is still in the midst of composing himself.

"She really adores you, doesn't she?" You comfort, smiling at the man gently. "I think you bring her a lot of joy."

He nods, smiling sadly. "I'm just away so much. I wonder if that joy's enough, you know?"

"I can see how much you care about her," you reply, meeting his gaze now. "That's what they remember. Not the details... Just the love."

His smile fades, eyebrows raising as if the sentiment surprises him. He studies you for a moment before his eyebrows furrow with genuine appreciation. "Thank you."

"Oppaaaaa!" Ji-Ah whines from the Salon. "Gomdori Oppa needs his bath!"

"Okay, okay!" He concedes as you both laugh. As you turn to walk over to the Salon, Jiwoong stops in his tracks. You look back at him curiously to see he's staring at a shelf to his right. "What are those?"

You step back towards him, following the direction of his gaze. Your eyes light up when you recognize what he's looking at. "Oh! Those are voice boxes. You can record your own message and put it inside the bear."

"I know you said she'll only remember the love," Jiwoong grins at you, shrugging resignedly. "But it can't hurt, right?"

You're compelled to grin back, his entirely charming smile nearly knocking you off your feet. You breathe deeply as you will yourself to get a grip. "I guess it can't."

"That's what I thought," he replies, picking up one of the voice boxes and walking toward the opposite end of the store. "I'll be over there until you need me."

"(Y/N)-sshiiiiii!" Ji-Ah whines again, ripping you from your silly little daydream.

You run over to the little girl; your signature magical smile back on your face. "I'm here! Time to give Gomdori Oppa his first ever bubble bath."

Ji-Ah giggles, mesmerized as the bathtub fills with fake bubbles. You glance over at her brother, your heart warming as you catch him grinning into the voice recorder.

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“Gomdori Oppa is all fresh and clean for his first day as a baby bear!” You announce, turning the bear around in his salon chair as Jiwoong rejoins you. He slips you the voice box behind your back to keep the surprise for Ji-Ah and you tuck it into your pocket nonchalantly.

“But… he’s missing something, isn’t he?” You ask, eyebrows raising in concern as you pretend to examine the bear you've picked up.

Ji-Ah blinks back at you wide-eyed, anticipation absolutely brimming over.

“Oh no!” You gasp, placing a hand over the bear’s front playfully. “He’s missing his clothes!”

Ji-Ah throws her head back, giggling furiously at your humorous performance. “Gomdori Oppa is naked!”

Jiwoong laughs too as he places a large hand over his sister’s eyes. “Don’t look! He’s shy.”

Another giggle fit ensues as Ji-Ah wraps her tiny hand around her brother’s— attempting to pry it off her to no avail.

“We need to pick out Gomdori Oppa’s first outfit,” you say, hopping over to the Shopping Mall as Ji-Ah grabs her brother’s sleeve and drags him behind you. “Since our baby bear is modeled after Jiwoong Oppa, should we pick something for him that your brother would wear?”

You squat down to the little girl’s level as both you and Ji-Ah look up at Jiwoong to assess his sense of style. You turn to each other, eyes narrowing with judgment as you look back at her older brother.

“What?” Jiwoong asks with a frown. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

You pout as you consider how to answer. “It’s a bit…”

“Boring!” Ji-Ah interjects suddenly.

Jiwoong’s eyebrows raise in offense.

“I was going to say ‘classic’,” you add.

Jiwoong sighs. “That’s just the polite way to say boring. Well if you dislike the source inspiration so much, why don't you just skip the clothes?"

“The clothes are the best part, Oppa,” Ji-Ah says, shooting him a sassy glare. “Duh.”

Jiwoong meets your gaze, shaking his head playfully in disbelief at his baby sister.

“Duh, Oppa,” you echo Ji-Ah, earning an unamused look from Jiwoong that endearingly resembles his sister’s to a tee. “The clothes are the best part.”

The little girl points up to a garment on the wall and you follow her line of site to a voluminous princess gown. "That's perfect!"

“Ji-Ahya!” Jiwoong scolds. “Didn’t you say this bear is supposed to be like me?”

Ji-Ah looks at her brother for a moment before grinning. “He is like you!”

Jiwoong glances at you, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. “I don’t wear princess dresses, Ji-Ah.”

“Mm,” Ji-Ah considers for a moment. “I guess he’s more like a cooler version of you.”

“Would I really be cooler if I wore princess dresses?” Jiwoong asks doubtfully as you fill out more of the bear's birth certificate.

“To a five-year-old, yes,” you answer his rhetorical question, not thinking as you follow it with, "You're so handsome though, I wouldn't be surprised if you could pull it off.”

He smiles at you amusedly as your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Oh yeah? I'll tell my stylist to sprinkle in some more ballgowns then, if the cute Bear's Life employee thinks I can pull it off."

You suddenly bite your lip to keep your jaw from falling open. "Cute?"

"Oh, uh," Jiwoong stammers, clearly unaware that he'd let the word slip. He laughs awkwardly as he walks back over to the wall of the Shopping Mall and picks Ji-Ah up, situating her on his hip so she can look at the clothes better. "You're sure about the princess gown for Gomdori Oppa? What about these little overalls, huh? Or this Hawaiian shirt?"

You watch as Ji-Ah shakes her head firmly at every option her brother poses, a smile forming on your lips. You had to admit he was incredibly cute with her. Then, something dawns on you: Jiwoong said he had a stylist. Of course, he had been joking around, but was that part a joke too? Could he be someone famous? He certainly has the face to be an actor or an idol. More importantly:

Was this the reason he didn't visit home much?

"Gomdori Oppa wants a princess dress," Ji-Ah says and her tone indicates that the decision is final.

Jiwoong sighs. "Alright, alright. Gomdori Oppa will be the most beautiful princess in all the land... per the Queen's orders."

"Well now that Princess Gomdori Oppa has decided he wants to wear the most beautiful gown that he can get his hands on... there's only one question left!" You make your way up to them, Ji-Ah giggling at the regal voice that her brother just put on. "Is that dress pink or blue?"

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"Here is Gomdori Oppa's birth certificate," you say, handing the thick piece of paper over to Jiwoong. "These are his official records, so hold onto them tightly or he won't be allowed to vote in the Bear Elections or collect his Bear Pension!"

Jiwoong snorts, looking up at the ceiling and whistling when you narrow your eyes at him; though the grin that he keeps having to suppress makes it hard for him to produce any sound.

"And here is Gomdori Oppa," you present, handing the fluffy brown bear adorned in a pink ballgown and tiara to Ji-Ah. "Maybe you can give him a big squeeze?"

Ji-Ah smiles, squeezing the bear tightly to her. Her eyes light up as a voice sounds from the bear:

Ji-Ahya! Are you being a good girl for Eomma? Are you going to bed early and eating well? Jiwoong Oppa will be home before you know it. And in the mean time... Gomdori Oppa loves you very much, Ji-Ah.

"Oppaaa!" Ji-Ah cries, a little pout on her lips as her eyes water. "I love you!"

You would be lying if you said a little lump doesn't form in your throat as Jiwoong places one large hand on the top of his sister's head and ruffles up her hair affectionately.

"I'm so glad you came into Bear's Life today," you say, grinning at Ji-Ah as she sniffs back her tears almost as soon as they arrived. "I had a blast with you guys! Did you have fun, too?"

The little girl bounces up and down, handing her bear to her brother for a moment so she can wrap her arms around your waist in a hug. You giggle at the adorable little girl, patting her back gently before she pulls away.

Running behind your little counter area, you pull up the total on your cash register. "Okay, that'll be 145,000 won."

"Oh," Jiwoong remarks, eyebrows raise in surprise. "That's... that's quite an expensive bear we put together, Ji-Ah."

"Well, you're also paying for the experience... and your time with the worker..." You explain, smirking at the incredibly handsome man in front of you. "Did you enjoy your time with the worker?"

"Yes," Jiwoong answers a little too seductively before coughing to cover it up when he suddenly remembers where he is. After clearing his throat several times, he replies sheepishly, "Yes, I did-- we did, I mean."

"That's what I thought," you reply with a smug smile, taking the credit card he immediately holds out to you. Swiping it through your machine and handing it back to him, he places his card in his wallet and holds out his hand for Ji-Ah to take.

"Thank you, Oppa!" She squeals happily before turning and bowing to you. "Thank you, (Y/N)-sshi! I'll miss you!"

Your heart melts at the pout on Ji-Ah's face as she looks between you and her brother.

"Oh, uh," Jiwoong stutters as he tries to think of a solution. "Well, we'll come back again soon! How does that sound, Ji-Ah?"

"REALLY!?" Ji-Ah screams excitedly, eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes. We can come and get more... accessories," Jiwoong nods, smiling in resign. "... for the bear."

"Accessories... for the bear?" You repeat with a smirk.

"Yeah! I mean, you both agreed: the clothes are the best part," Jiwoong attempts to explain. "So Gomdori Oppa will want another outfit eventually."

"YAAAAAAAY!" Ji-Ah exclaims, clapping her hands together. "And then you can see (Y/N)-sshi!"

Jiwoong's eyebrows raise immediately. "So then I can see (Y/N)-sshi? Ji-Ah..."

"And then you can fall in looooove," Ji-Ah sing-songs teasingly. Impressed, you smile. Kids always know whats going on... even when we think they don't.

"Ji-Ahya, please--," Jiwoong starts, but you cut him off.

"Well, whenever Gomdori Oppa is ready for his new accessories," you say, meeting Jiwoong's gaze. "Let him know he's welcome any time."

Ji-Ah giggles as her brother swallows nervously, a blush tinting his cheeks as he smiles bashfully. Bear in one hand and Jiwoong's palm in the other, your tiny customer Ji-Ah pulls her brother towards the door.

Jiwoong's still stealing glances at you from over his shoulder, grinning at the way you're now biting your lip to keep from laughing. Ji-Ah turns around one more time, taking Gomdori Oppa's hand in her own and letting the little bear wave goodbye to you.

You wave back as they walk out of the doors hand-in-hand, smiling as you know you achieved your goal of making this visit a special memory for Ji-Ah and her brother.

You'd never have guessed that their visit would end up being a very special memory for you, too.

[laviudanegra99]

Craving attention

lewis hamilton x rapper!reader✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮

Author's note♡: I finally got myself together to write for the first time, so I'm happy I guess?? Idk what I'm doing so pls forgive me if I mess up this whole thing

(Also English isn't my first language, but I've been learning it since I'm really young, so I think that won't be a problem)

Trigger warning: cheating, angst, use of Y/N, swear words, description of bodies, slight sexual themes +heavily implied religious Latina reader

You are driving home from the studio. You call Lewis, like you always do when he happens to be home. It's winter break in F1, so he has more free time than usually, but you can't take advantage of that, because you're working on your upcoming studio album. To your surprise Lewis doesn't pick the phone up. "He might be asleep" -you say to yourself. You never know what he's up to when you're away from home, but it doesn't bother you: you trust him. You finally pull up in the driveway and smile to yourself as you get out of the car, happy you're home early. You mostly arrive home late night, around 10-11 pm or even at midnight, but today Metro Boomin, the producer you're working on your new album with, told you to go home early. He knows how little time you get to spend with your boo.

You walk up to the door and walk in, greeting your boyfriend: "Lew, baby, I'm home!" He doesn't answer. You figure he's indeed asleep. Your bedroom is upstairs, in the other side of the house, so he can't hear your arrival. You tip-toe your way towards your bedroom, careful not to wake him, but the closer you get the more you hear the sounds of two people. You would think he's watching a movie, but you could tell his voice out of a million other ones. To your surprise the other voice belong to a female. The door was slightly open so you peeked in -just a little. Enough to see a skinny, blonde girl -your complete opposite- putting her clothes back on as Lewis is watching her. Tears well up in your eyes as you keep watching their interaction, slowly pushing the door open, while looking daggers at Lewis. If looks could kill, he would be dead. You slam the door behind you as you ask "why?"

Lewis immediately tries to explain it to you (if you can even explain anything in this situation), but you disrupt him: "Just shut the fuck up! Now tell me the truth..." He can't find the words, his eyes become watery.

"It's just- I'm sorry, I- I just missed your attention, love, please"

"I don't need your apology. This is just... asqueroso. Did he at least tell you he has a girl?" You look questioningly at the blonde. She just shakes her head no, while giving you a sympathizing look.

"¡serpiente!" You tell him through your teeth. "Get outta here! Not you though" You make the girl stay.

You try to be as kind to her as possible as she didn't know he had a girlfriend. As Lewis quickly skitters out of your house you sit the girl down on the sofa. "You need a drink?"

She whispers. "Yes please" She seems nervous, but you try to treat her the best you can. You hand her your water bottle, that you bought on your way home, letting her know it isn't open yet.

"When did this start?" My tears are still falling, but now that you don't see Lewis, you're starting to calm down a bit.

"A couple months ago, in a party. I thought he was single" She says, visibly upset.

"Didn't you recognise who he was though?" Lewis is pretty famous, not only as an athlete, but also as your boyfriend.

"He never told me he was famous. He's that racing driver? I love your songs, but I don't really watch F1 and I'm not into celebrities' lives like that."

"Thanks for telling me. May the Lord bless your soul."

"No problem. I'm sorry you had to walk in on that." She looks down, clearly embarrassed, while taking a sip of her water.

"How did you get here by the way?"

She looks down on the ground. "Lewis gave me a ride."

"Lemme call you an Uber." You sit down on the couch next to her, while yours tears start falling again.

"Thank you." She puts an arm around you after you throw your phone on the bed from the couch. "Are you okay? That guy's a dick, isn't he?" You just nod as you hug each other. She smells like vanilla and coconut shampoo.

"It's just... you're the complete opposite of me" I cry on her shoulder.

"Looks wise?" You nod. "You're beautiful!"

I smile through my tears. "Just like you"

"Thanks. Let's just agree we're both pretty, and have amazing personalities and he's just a prick." She smiles as you giggle.

"Doja was right. N✭ggas ain't shit." You both just giggle.

"Oh, the Uber's here. You'll find your way out?" She nods. Before she leaves you exchange numbers and hug each others goodbye.

After she left you put your hype song on: Drop the World by Lil Wayne ft. Eminem. You take Lewis' clothes, put them in his bags and throw them out the window, on the street. You decide to take care of his stuff (aka keep them). He has enough money to buy new stuff, right? You look in the mirror and run your hands through your curves while wiping your tears away -your better off this way. You decide to hit the stu and continue your work with Metro -maybe you'll bond will go deeper with him, now that you're both single?

Sorry if this was bad, I tried my best. Pls reblog if you liked it and if there's something I messed up pls tell me, I'm really tryna get better🤍🤍🤍

Here's a c.ai link if you'd like your own ending ↪ https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=R3uGZM2fgWVbGjwgyVlvZxujjUL0Xba9slJOKDv8Mwc

[flwersgarden]

୨ jekyll. ୧

pairings : yandere!austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : if you would tell your younger self that what you wanted was wrong, she would've call you a liar.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, use of power status as a form of manipulation, abusive behavior towards other women), angst, there's not a lot of elvis but more of reader fights with herself.

author's note : sorry for not updating as quick as before:( but! i think i might do alternative endings to this series since i have so many ideas! but again, as always, im grateful for all of your lovely comments and interactions <3

part one. part two. part three. part four.

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

well, he must've known.

you did meant what you said at the restaurant.

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you went with the whole schedule, participating in the final wedding touches. rewarding yourself with a trip to some cities you always wanted to visit (now that chance lost knowing that your life was going to be bound to that psycho's life), gifting a fake smile to each elvis' bootlicker who wanted to have a good reputation with his soon-to-be wife.

while you were away, you got a weird phone call at night.

you picked it up, stretching your legs as you asked “ hello? ”

“ call the police! please don't hang up! call the—. ”

the line went dead.

you frowned, glancing at the phone who was just buzzing, after a few seconds you just shrugged, leaving the phone in his place, getting ready to sleep again.

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your dreams weren't dreams anymore, sometimes you would just sleep with a black screen or just glimpses of your life back then when elvis didn't knew who you were.

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as you were getting ready to go back to Graceland, another phone call interrupted you.

“ what?! ” you asked, clearly tired of all the phone calls at 3 am.

“ woah, that's no way to say hi to your hubby, darling. ”

you sighed.

“ thought we agreed in no phone calls. ”

“ i know, i jus' missed your voice. that's all. ”

“ hm. ”

since the restaurant incident, elvis has been calm, he hasn't poke fun of your frown whenever he tried to show affection neither has he tried to talk about it.

he has also come back late from his meetings. weird, right?

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“ when are you coming back home? ”

“ i'll be at your house in.. ” you glanced at the watch elvis bought in one of his many ways to apologize to you for being an asshole. “ three hours maximum. ”

“ okay. ” he whispered. you frowned.

“ okay? ” you asked. but before you got an answer or something he hung up.

what was going on?

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you parked outside your house. and by your house you mean your house. not Graceland. that will never be yours.

you just stared at the big red words: SOLD.

your mother didn't even let you explain, no phone calls were answered, no letters were read, no interaction from them for almost a year by now.

you could feel the tears building up in your eyes, making you glance down.

you will never forgive yourself for being so submissive for so long. you could've escaped a bunch of times. you could've jumped out of the car. you could've punched elvis everytime he kissed you. you could've tell your parents everything at the restaurant. you could've talked to jerry and tell him you didn't love elvis. not anymore, at least.

the grass is vibrant green, you noticed, with a bright blue sky above it. a sad smile decorated your face. at least something is good.

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you walked inside Graceland, noticing how quiet it was; sighing as your mind drifted to the kitchen, you were starving. but as you were about to do just that, you saw a trembling figure up the stairs.

you just stood there, frozen, your keys still in your right hand while the other held your expensive coat.

“ uh- may i help you? ”

at the sound of your voice she sobbed, running down to you; making you take a step back while glaring at her.

she dropped to her knees, hugging your waist just as elvis did every time you threatened to leave.

she was half naked, her bra seemed to be almost ripped off, her underwear was out of place, her hair seemed like a bad styled wig, her makeup was running off her face.

“ help me, please help me ” she looked up and at the sight of your confused face, she backed up as if you were a ghost. “ a-are you- are you y/n? ” she shakily pointed her finger to you.

“ what are you doing in this house? ” was the only thing you managed to say, you were pretty scared.

the girl just shook her head, sobbing again, grabbing your hands; looking as if she was praying to you.

“ escape him. run away- god how could you marry him? ” she said, with the trembling of her voice.

you just looked up, hoping elvis wasn't awake while all of this happened.

“ i'll tell ya' what, meet me at the dinner besides the second turn to this street, we'll talk. ” you quickly said, helping her stand up.

your fight and fly instinct activated in this moment, you didn't want elvis to see... whatever the fuck this was. because you will see the consequences and you were tired to have the ugly end of the lollipop.

she just nodded frantically, suddenly aware that elvis lives here so she just grabbed her heels and left like the house was on fire.

you just stood there, still trying to process what just happened, gripping your coat as if it was your life.

what did he do?

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“ he- ” she gulped.

you were now sitting across her in the dinner you agreed to meet.

she was now looking better, beautiful makeup, hair and outfit. she pretended to be fine by spending time in herself, she said as you looked at what she was wearing.

“ he made me dress up like y-you and- talk like you-... and if i didn't talk..." she shuddered at the memory, closing her eyes, her fists tightening.

you just went silent.

“ i must say, i'm sorry i tried to sleep with him knowing that he was going to marry you... but i-. ” she busted into tears, the people around you watching the both of you with judgmental stares.

you were relieved at your clever thought of wearing some scarf around your head and glasses so no one could recognize you.

“ i understand. ” you didn't, actually.

you grabbed her hand while her other one was cleaning her tears with some cheap napkin.

“ how could you love someone like that? ” she asked while holding her tears back so she didn't make a scene.

now that was a good question you haven't asked yourself.

how could you? how could you keep pretending you were fine with everything when this is what he wanted? how could you make him win so easily?

“ i don't know... ” you shakily answered, feeling your hand starting to get cold. you removed your hand from her hold, clearing your throat. “ do you mind... not telling anyone about this? ”

she scoffed.

“ no one would believe me. i'm shocked you did. after all, you're his wife. ”

“ girlfriend. ” you corrected.

“ well, soon-to-be wife, then. ”

now it was your turn to scoff.

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entering Graceland for the tenth time felt like the first time. in a bad way.

the house was not something you liked, yeah it was beautiful and big. but you didn't like to live that kind of life.

the kind of life where fans camp outside your house' garden and cheers everytime they see a glimpse of you.

what kind of life is that? it fits to a god.

“ where were you? ” that voice that haunted you even in your sleep asked from behind you, the kitchen making a perfect place for a discussion.

“ around. ”

“ don't fuck with me. ”

you turned around, leaving a knife on the cutting board with a few vegetables on it.

“ i'm not. i just don't know why is that matter of importance. it's dumb and i'm here now so who cares-? ”

“ I DO! ”

you flinched, closing your eyes as you backed your body with the kitchen counter.

“ 'm sorry. ” yeah, he was always sorry.

you couldn't roll your eyes but if you could.

this was the married life you were gonna have? the one that you deserve? why you and not someone else?

yes, that's selfish. wishing this nightmare to someone else but could you blame yourself? after everything that you went through...

“ it's okay. ” you whispered, turning back as tou opened your eyes around to the vegetables chopping them with more strength.

you could hear footsteps behind you.

all of a sudden you felt a pointy tip in your stomach, making your breath hitch.

“ sorry. jus' wanna help you with dinner today. ”

you slightly turned your head, your gaze set on some knife in his hand.

“ th-thank yo-u... ” you took the knife as fast as you could, watching elvis go back to his hideout after gifting you one of those smiles.

you knew he wasn't just trying to give you the knife, he was making a point.

a point that he could kill you in any minute he pleases, in any way.

would he do that?

the bubbling sound of water woke you up from those dreary thoughts.

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the next day after that, you told elvis you were going to some cheap dinner. he nodded just saying that you should come back quick before he makes something stupid.

you didn't knew if that "something stupid" means doing what he did to the girl you met a day back to another poor girl.

so, out of fear, you agreed.

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you entered a dinner who didn't had that many people in, leaving your glasses on the table as you sat on one of the many seats around.

looking up you saw that friend.

the friend who started this nightmare. the friend who, basically, introduced you to him.

but you couldn't bring yourself to be angry.

instead, you were sad and the tears were a good point.

you remembered how happy you were with her, how she made you smile with all the adventures she had.

adventures that younger you thought were funny and scandalous.

“ miss, are you okay? ”

you quickly turned around, your eyes widened as you saw her.

“ y/n? ” she asked, just as surprised as you were.

“ oh, my girl! ” you exclaimed, standing up and hugging her.

she quickly reciprocated the hug.

“ y/n! oh, you're alive, you're here, you remember me! ”

you frantically nodded, your body shaking with sobs while you thanked the god above that she remembered you in good terms.

“ please, sit. ” she softly said as you both broke the hug, you obeying her and she sitting across from you. “ i can sit wherever i please, by they way. ” she chuckled. “ i own this dinner. ”

you smiled at that, wiping your tears with a napkin.

“ 'm glad- oh, do you need some money? for anything? perhaps i could help you with-. ”

she softly shook her head, grabbing your hand with that softness that characterized her.

“ please, no. i make good money here and i don't want to be a charity act. it makes me feel bad. ”

you nodded.

“ well, then, let me help you serving them. ”

she laughed, loudly, making the (few) other customers turn around for a few seconds.

“ okay. just because i know you're stubborn and won't let me say no... and because they're just like five people. ”

you softly chuckled, standing up with her as she explained how you could serve them. explaining you more how to get tips.

you put on your glasses and walked to some man sitting alone with the menu.

“ hello, this is friendly dinner, what could i do for you? ”

the man glanced at you but suddenly stopped, looking up and down.

oh, so he is that kind of man.

“ well doll... if you want to do something for me-. ”

“ here is the menu, i'll be back in a moment. ”

you slammed the menu on the table, clearly not interest in playing his game.

“ aw, come on. ” he grabbed your hand before you could walk out. “ be fun. ”

you took your arm off his grasp, your hand caressing the red mark he left as you walked away with a frown. he laughed while you did that.

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after he told you his order, he kept pestering you. whistling whenever he wanted a water refill, chuckling while you walked away in anger, grabbing your arm whenever you tried to tell him off.

but the last thing you could hold was this.

you walked to his table to clean it, he was counting some bills as you grabbed the empty milkshake glass you served him.

and as you turned around, he said.

“ thank you, doll. ”

he slapped your ass, making a harsh sound coming out of the impact. your eyes widening from the audacity he had.

and, as if you weren't in control of yourself, you suddenly turned around with the glass of liquor in your hand impacting his face.

everything seemed to move in slow motion, some blood coming out from his mouth and nose while people looked at you surprised.

when you noticed the damage you've done, you just looked down to your hand. it was shaking, pieces of glass stuck in your palm, blood decorating almost all of it.

and the worst part is... you weren't upset or sorry. you just softly chuckled.

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you were now sitting in a police station, your friend next to you as she held your (not-injured) hand.

your other hand was wrapped in bandages.

while staring at the floor you were stuck with your thoughs.

younger you would've felt sorry for that man, you would've apologized as if you weren't being harassed by him for multiple times. probably would've paid his hospital bills.

but, you, right now, felt powerful.

because you stuck up for yourself.

you were tired of men coming into your life and do whatever the fuck they wanted to do.

your first boyfriend kissed you without your consent, making you cry in your bed for weeks as you screamed in your pillow how he stole your first kiss.

your other boyfriend grabbed your ass whenever he pleased and when he did it in front of your father... well, let's just say it wasn't pretty and funny as he thought it would be. he came off unscathed as your mother pinned everything on you.

elvis presley trapped you in a cage, with no consequences as it was made of gold, manipulated his way into your life and made you stuck with him.

and now that man at dinner, that finally got what he deserved.

what all of the men that did you wrong deserved.

“ well, considering it was self-defense we won't press any charges but ms. presley, next time, just call us. ”

you internally scoffed.

as if they would do shit.

“ thank you. ” you meekly said, holding your friend's hand and walking out the station.

she sighed, shaking her head with amusement.

“ god, y/n, i can't believe you did that. ” she said while giggling.

you were walking down the streets at memphis, she was enjoying her time without the burden of the dinner and you were enjoying your time without the burden of elvis.

“ you really have changed, huh. ”

the sad tone of his voice made you look at her as you, sad yourself, nodded.

“ yeah... for good or for worse. ” you whispered the last part.

“ oh, i missed you either way. ” she shook her head, holding her tears. “ when your folks couldn't find you, i felt so guilty because i dragged you to it. ” she sighed again, some smoke leaving her mouth at the cold night air.

“ but then it was announced you're going to marry him and, i don't know, i felt glad someone was taking care of you. ”

you took her hand off of yours as if she burned you with something, stopping your walking as you stared at her with shock.

“ y/n? ”

“ wait, y-you think he takes care of me? what-... what do you mean by that? ”

she just shrugged her shoulders.

“ i mean, he looks like a fine husband. ”

“ he isn't. ”

silence.

“ y/n, what are you talking about? ”

“ elvis is nowhere near a fine husband. ”

“ he give you everything you said you wanted. ”

“ and what?! that doesn't mean i love him! ”

silence again.

she stood there with a shocked face and you stood there with an angry look in yours.

“ you are so ungrateful... ” she muttered, her hands in her hair, messing it up.

“ excuse me?- ”

“ no, y/n! you don't get it! ” she suddenly screamed at you, making you take a step backwards.

“ you have everything! you have a big house, a gorgeous husband, beautiful expensive clothes, maids to help you with whatever you need... ” she shook her head, now in desbelieve. “ i have to work 24/7 just so i have a meal that day! and you're saying with your whole chest that you don't love him despite the fact that he gives you everything you could ask! ” he pointed at you as if you were some kind of evil witch.

you couldn't believe that even her was in his side.

“ fuck you. ” you shakily said, no longer wanting to cry for someone.

“ ha, yeah. ” she turned around, walking away from you, the sound of her heels leaving you with your thoughts.

you lost someone else.

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you did a walk of shame to Graceland, entering the big house that was just lighted up by the chimney, the soft voice of Elvis practicing new songs.

“ ah, there you are. ” he softly said, leaving his guitar in the couch next to him, waiting for you to say something.

but you just couldn't.

you felt like you were going to throw up, you felt so... empty.

your best friend just abandoned you without letting you say your side, your mother abandoned you without hearing you first, your father chose your mother before you.

and as you turned to watch him with tears in your eyes, you realized while he stood up from his chair.

he has been with you. he hears you first. he chooses you. he chose you over his fans. he chose you over the colonel. he chose you over priscilla. he would never abandon you.

so you did what you never thought you did.

“ woah, woah, darling. ” he said while he held you back, your body trembling as you sobbed, his hand rubbed your back as if he was comforting a child. “ what happened? ”

“ i hate everyone. ” you said, looking up at him as you took a step back, still grabbing his robe with your hands as if he was the only one who could save you from madness. “ everyone just leaves and... spits on me. ” you shook your head, now holding his face with your hands.

“ but you don't. ”

you started sobbing again, this time so loud you could feel your ears blocking the noise.

“ and i will never do that. not to you. not to my baby. ”

you sniffed, falling to the ground with him. he took you in his lap and kissed your head as you grabbed him so he doesn't disappears.

you can not lose someone else.

[sarahs-secrets2]

Show Me How ˋ♡ˊ

request for @ghostunderground76 !!

loosely based on Show Me How by Men I Trust

fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: read at your own discretion pls, kidnapped!reader (no descriptions of harm), mentions of a kn!fe, pregnancy, HAPPY ENDING

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“If you’re not gonna tell me what’s goin’ on with you,” Phillip sighed throwing his hands up in defeat, “then I'm leavin’, I’ll be back after work but I just don't get it,” he rubbed his temple, despair coating his face. Unable to answer you, let him walk out the door, unsure of what was next. Your hand drifted to your stomach trying to think of how you were going to tell Phillip the news. 

The Shadows were quick to notice the Commander’s shitty mood as they made sure to avoid him as he stomped into his office. Throwing himself down in his chair Graves sighed, frustrated at the circumstance. He wasn't mad at you, just upset that you felt you couldn't trust him enough to tell him what was weighing on your mind. He wanted to make sure you felt safe and comfortable with him all the time and right now it felt the complete opposite. 

Philip felt uneasy the rest of the day, his stomach turned at how things were left and immediately headed home early. Stopping at the local grocery store to get you flowers hoping you would forgive him. Pulling in the driveway he immediately felt something was off. Approaching the front door he noticed it was cracked open, the lock had been busted. The flowers dropped onto the front doorstep as he ran through the house. Broken glass and furniture were tossed everywhere. Graves felt sick as he saw the state of the house, calling out your name hoping you were home and safe. To his dismay you were nowhere to be found, knowing he had to act quickly he immediately headed back to the base to get a team of Shadows ready. 

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Your head spun as you tried to get your bearings, your hands tied behind your back. The blindfold over your eyes was thin enough that you could tell you were not home, but an empty warehouse. The sound of faint voices echoed through the room, noticing you were awake. The shadows of two figures approached you, peeling off your blindfold. 

“Make sure you smile big,” one of them whispers a bit too close to your ear, a chill of disgust runs up your spine. Bright lights flash on causing you to wince, and a little red dot flashing in front of you. The camera propped up and recording. One of the men stood behind you, another to your right as they spoke to the camera. Your mind had blocked them out, still trying to assess the situation and how it happened. All of a sudden, the feeling of a cold metal blade shocked you back to reality.

“Tell him what you are hiding,” the man motioned with the knife toward the camera. You froze, unable to move or even think about what he could be talking about. The men were impatient as the one on your right nudged your elbow. 

“Your stomach,”

“My stomach?” you knew what they were referring to but you didn't want to tell them to hopefully protect the both of you. 

“Your wife is pregnant Commander Graves,” the man behind you spoke up, “Deliver us the money, and she and the baby will go unharmed,”

“Be quick Commander,” the red light blinked and eventually turned off as the recording ended. Tears streamed down your face, your head dropping as you hoped none of this was real and just a bad dream.

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Phillip, busy back at base, was assembling a team. He scrambled trying to be as quick as possible afraid he was wasting daylight and precious time to find you. While he was in his office getting clearance his computer beeps with a message. His eyebrows furrowed, hesitantly he clicked the URGENT email that had popped up. 

The video rolled showing you with the two men, and immediately his heart sank. Graves fell back into his chair, unable to believe what he was seeing. His ears rang with anger as they spoke about their stupid demands. Suddenly his ears perked up at the words “pregnant,” his eyes widened as he grabbed the phone off his desk, dialing the number as quickly as possible.

“This is bigger than my wife and I, she’s pregnant,” 

Graves' team quickly gathered in his office, a team of experts analyzing the video to figure out the location where you were being held. Once they had narrowed down the area, Phillip and his men geared up and called local law enforcement to get you back. 

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Arriving at the warehouse, Phillip and the Shadows devised a plan to get you out as quickly and safely as possible. Entering on the count of 3, a designated group of Shadows secured the men while Phillip was able to save you. 

After the room was cleared Phillip ran over to you, untying you as you fell into his arms. Pulling you closer he hugged you tightly, afraid to let you go again. 

“I'm so sorry doll,” he was out of breath and couldn't even find the words. Graves was in complete shock at the events of the day. His hand moved to your stomach before looking up at you, “I know this isn't how you wanted me to find out but I can’t wait,” he kissed your head lightly. 

Tears streamed down your face, “I don't even know if the baby will make it Phillip,”

“That’s not goin’ happen darlin’, don't you worry. I’ll take good care of you,” he squeezed your hand, “We’ll get you the best doctors,” he smiled before helping you up and to the ambulance that waited outside to check up on you.

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if there's a typo pls lmk im half asleep finishing this kdfjsdfs

[idontplaytrack]

My Girl

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language, making out turned smut.

In which AJ makes a move and officially asks reader to be her girlfriend.

Requested? Yes / No

[Part 2 to Wait For You ]

Spacing is horrid, pls forgive me lol😭 it’s also lengthy bc I didn’t want to split it into another part🫠

Your eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the surroundings. Hit with the initial confusion of not being in your own bedroom, you were quickly snapped out of it when you felt a pair of arms wrapped around you.

“Good morning.” AJ spoke, the sleep still evident in her voice. Pressing a kiss onto your shoulder, she snuggles closer and rested her chin there. You still couldn’t believe you were here with AJ…even after a month of dating later. A smile creeps onto your face as you replied, “Morning.” Even then, the both of you fell back asleep. And when you woke up again, you had your arms around her and were laying on her chest. AJ was combing her fingers through your hair as she had her phone in her hand. You looked up at her, eyes barely open. She realised you were awake, “Hi, sleepyhead.” AJ put her phone down, and smiled at you. “What time is it?”

“A little after nine-thirty.” She answers, her hand now trailing down to your back.

“Oh.”

“Mhm.” AJ confirmed with a small nod, leaning down to kiss you on the head, “Are you okay?”

“Mm, yeah why?”

“You just seem awfully sleepy.” She chuckled.

“It’s Saturday after all.” You responded.

“You would so sleep all day if no one was there to wake you up.” She shifted herself and she was now face to face with you, capturing your lips into her own.

“That is correct.” You giggled, kissing her back, your nearly-nude body softly pressing up against hers. AJ happily carried on kissing you for awhile, cupping your cheek. “Wouldn’t want to start something we can’t finish, would we?” You joked.

“Hey.” She broke away, looking at you in feigned offence, “What was last night then? Need I remind you, we both…finished?”

You snorted a laugh, pulling her back in, “That we did. Thank you, baby.”

AJ’s cheeks began to form a light pink hue, blushing, “And what are we doing now?”

“You? You’re blushing.” You teased, breaking away from the contact briefly. AJ eagerly kisses you again, letting you know all you needed to know.

She’d never done anything like that before last night. And you too, so you were both just taking the time to explore. Teaching each other what to do and what felt good. Especially with no one else home, you and AJ were all the more, relaxed. You were currently on top, straddling her as you held her face in both your hands and kissed her over and over. She reciprocated with the same energy, her hands lazily clung onto your back. But they roamed after awhile, down to your ass and she rests a hand there which she eventually used to massage the muscle. Your lips ventured down along her jaw next and then her neck, now knowing that she had a sensitive spot there that would rile her up a little. A quiet moan falls from her mouth which you’d anticipated so you kept at it for a little bit.

“I want to kiss you, honey.” AJ says while her head involuntarily tilted back as a result of your actions. Her ring-clad fingers brushed through your hair as you continued to kiss and suck at her neck, just enough to elicit those little sounds you’ve quickly grown to love hearing. “Baby, please.” She requests, her voice even softer this time around. You could never say no to this girl. Biting back a grin, you moved yourself back up so she could kiss you like she’d asked. With one of her hands now comfortably in your hair to keep your face from moving away, the other was still trailing up and down between your back and ass- the feeling of her fingertips over the fabric makes you squirm because it tickles. And AJ seems to have figured that out and smoothly slid her hand under the fabric, gently squeezing your ass cheek. You laughed softly into the kiss, but she intermittently kept repeating her actions and resulted in a whine to come out from your mouth. Her teeth grazes your lip and her tongue attempted to slide itself into your mouth like a silent invitation. Which you’d accepted, and then started to do the same. Hearing each other start moaning turned you on as much as it does her.

AJ’s hand on your ass slid to your front, and her other hand that was initially in your hair was now on your upper back. She pulls away from the kiss to search your eyes for approval to do what she was about to do next. A strained incoherent sound and a nod swiftly came from you as you attacked her lips, needing the attention back. And so, her hand dips into your underwear and her fingers began to rub your clit in a slow, steady motion. She carefully bent a knee so you had another form of stimulation available. You instinctively shifted yourself over to that leg of hers and started grinding against it, going along with her actions. Her hand falls to your hip, “You’re so beautiful, honey.” She says, a sweet smile on her face and her eyes filled with so much warmth and love, it made you feel a crazy swarm of butterflies in your chest. Her leg straightens again, worried that you might fall off. You whined, frustrated. AJ remains calm and laid you on your back then joined you, laying down beside you.

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As your hand clung to her back, you fiddled with the clip on her bra while you asked if you could remove it. She was doing most of the work now and you felt bad about it so…here goes. Holding her peaked pink nipple between your fingers, you gave it a little pinch. She chuckles into the kiss and gave you a nod of approval. You kept at it, alternating between massaging her breast and pinching her nipple. AJ’s fingers on your clit started going harder, with the sole purpose of building up your pleasure. And it worked, you were soon feeling the need to plead for more. But of course, AJ being AJ, she loved giving you whatever you pleased and you didn’t have to even actually ask. AJ just went for it to let you feel good.

Last night’s bit of awkwardness was quickly forgotten as the two of you got more familiar with everything little thing about the other person, until she asks you a completely unexpected question, “Baby…” You broke away from the kiss completely to look at her, “Yeah?”

“Can I…taste you?”

You shot her a look of bewilderment and gulped, chuckling, “Oh- you wanna-”

“Only if you’re okay with it, alright?” She laughs softly, licking her lips, “I don’t want you to say yes just because you feel like you should-”

“It’s fine.” You answered, “We can give that a try.”

“Are you sure?” AJ asks, caressing your cheek as she spoke, her gaze worried.

“Yeah.” You nodded decisively, “I’m sure.”

“Okay.” She smooches you on the lips before making her way down to the juncture between your thighs and slowly pushed your legs open. And my god did you feel vulnerable as hell with her face looking right at your cunt for the first time. You looked down at her at she almost seemed intrigued- she was eager to find out more about what makes you feel good. AJ’s left hand was on your inner thigh and the right was holding her own hair to keep it out of the way as she got closer and closer to the area.

Her tongue flicked your clit gently and you gasped, realising that you liked that. AJ proceeded to do that for a good couple of minutes before trying to lick a stripe up from your entrance to your sensitive nub. You whined, watching her. And when she heard you, she looked up- making eye contact with you. “Does that feel good?” She asks for confirmation. “Yeah, yeah it does.” You told her. So AJ kept going- licking, kiss and even sucking your sensitive area, getting to hear more and more sweet sounds of pleasure from you as the minutes went on. Her hand got back to massaging your ass which she already knew you liked, so it drove you even closer to the edge. Eventually, your hips bucked against your will so she held you down, continuing to lap up your juices as you were practically fighting for your life not to sound like a needy little girl under her touch. “Hey, hey…” She detaches herself from you, “It’s alright, honey. Make all the noise you want.”

Oh, God. Those eyes, the warmth of her touch and her tongue. You were getting giddy, and dangerously close to the peak.

Suddenly, you feel her fingers ghosting the mound, “Yes, please. AJ, do it.” You wanted to try that, so she added her finger to the mix with no resistance. AJ thought that it must’ve been wrong…having her face buried in your heat and her fingers so deep inside you, right?Feeling the coldness from her ring, you seethed right as she poked you in the sensitive area inside. It snaps her out of that thought that was quickly abandoned. You whined, and loudly, “Fuck. God, AJ that feels so damn good- keep going.” Getting a little cocky now, she went a whole lot faster hoping you let you have your release soon. With her sucking and finger-fucking you while her hand groped your breast, the combination made you clench- your pleasure was near the brink of unraveling. Of course, she could feel it all being actually inside of you. She may not very experience, but she was a quick learner. “Come on, baby.” She cooed, “Give me one. Let go.” And you did, as if on her command while your back arched off the mattress. You’d creamed her two fingers completely with your slick as your body trembled from the intensity of your high. She pulls them out, clambering back up to kiss you. “I love you, y/n.”

You smiled giddily, “I love you, too.” Brushing the hair out of her face, you ask, “You wanna have a go?”

She laughs, “Mm, sure.” Kissing you again, you were now laid on your side before she slid yourself down slightly to hold her nipple in your mouth for a beat. You licked and sucked it, while fondling with the other. She moans, biting down on her lip. “Don’t hold back, AJ.” You coaxed, “If it feels good let me hear it, okay?”

When she was under your touch, she was the one who got shy. Just like she did yesterday, but it seemed a little better today now that she was obviously more familiar with you and absolutely comfortable and needy. “Okay.” She agrees, and moans quickly chased her response, “Ah, ah- shit. Shit.”

Smugly, you start to tease her folds with a finger and she almost instantly whined. You pulled your finger away while moving yourself back up to meet her face just so you could witness the change in her expression. Gosh, she needed you to touch her so bad. But you wanted her to tell you. “What do you want, sweetie?” Your fingers danced along the side of her body as you gazed into her eyes expecting a specific answer.

“Baby, I need you to touch me.” AJ spat out hurriedly, hiding her face behind her hand. You pushed it aside, “I want to see your face, pretty girl, hmm? You need me to touch you, babe?” “Yes. Please.” She nodded, licking her lips.

“Okay.” Your finger returned to its position, sliding downwards just slightly then you start to rub her clit to see and hear what she thought of that. “You like that, babe?” You weren’t expecting a verbal response, but she tells you yes anyway. So you picked up your pace as a reward for her as she clung onto you for dear life, her leg now rested on your hip for extra support. Unlike you, the rougher you went, the more she wanted. AJ seems to like it a little more aggressive. And so be it, she let you feel good and it was now her turn.

Pretty soon, you slipped two fingers inside her easily, curling them so you could locate and hit her g-spot. AJ grew increasingly vulgar as you continued to ram your fingers into her, your actions and her noises matched up- one for one. It also wasn’t long before you felt her walls tightening around your fingers, you decidedly got ahold of her nipple again and twisted it in between your fingers will your other hand continued with the push-and-pull in her cunt. “Oh, fuck!” She cried out with a pant, and she came, just as you were hoping she would. Satisfied, both your hands detached from her. “Fucking hell, that was something else. Holy shit.”

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A little later, you and AJ found yourselves in the kitchen to fix up some lunch. You were wearing one of her t-shirts that she’d picked out for you to change into after your shower, AJ was in a cute little camisole top and shorts. “Do you want the same one so I can just dump it in the same pot?” She asks you, referring to the two packets of instant ramen in her hands.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” You shrugged.

AJ squinted at you, “Are you okay? Please don’t tell me I hurt you.”

“Oh, you definitely didn’t.” You assured, “Don’t worry. I was just- spacing out a little.”

“Alright.” She smiled, relieved as she opened up the packets of noodles then dumped them into the pot on the stove. You hugged her from behind, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade. She chuckles, “Yes, honey?”

“Nothin’.” You said back, “Just wanted to hug you.”

“Cute.” She commented, “Hey, what do you say we go out for a drive tonight? Maybe get some takeout on the way and head to Broadway to see a show?”

“Sounds great.” You agreed, “I kinda wanna go to Times Square.”

“You do?” She knew you typically would stay away from a ‘touristy area’ since you didn’t like crowds that much.

“Yeah, but I kinda miss it. Just wanna do a little walk through. Then maybe we can stop by an observation deck for sunset first.”

“Sure, honey.” AJ answers while stirring the food in the pot and turning down the heat. You unwrapped your arms, loosening your grip around her and just stood by her as she portioned the noodles into two bowls. After lunch, you and AJ lazed on the couch watching reruns of old sitcoms on TV for a couple hours before going out for a walk.

On your walk, you bought tickets for AJ and yourself to The Edge in Hudson Yards- it was the cheapest option. Once the both of you got back home, you got dressed and ready for the evening. It was a two-hour drive into the city, but AJ thought you two should leave a little earlier just to be safe. She drove, you sit in front with her. Before you knew it, the familiar hustle and bustle of the city filled your senses. “We’re gonna go to the deck, dinner, show, Times Square then drive home.” AJ listed.

“Yep.”

“Alright, let’s park this car and get upstairs.” AJ grins, glancing at you.

Being 100-storeys up, you got a breathtaking view of pretty much the whole of Manhattan. You haven’t been to the city in ages and this had you in awe. AJ took you by the hand and led you to sit down with her at the steps after taking a few laps around the deck to look at the view and take some pictures. AJ tilted your face to face her own, “Are you sleepy already, honey?” She plants a kiss on your forehead and you rest your head on her shoulder, basking in her company and the gorgeous view in front of your eyes as the setting sun painted the sky golden hue. “I’m not.” You chuckled, “This view is gorgeous.”

“Just like you.” She mumbles, laughing to herself as she held your hand. Her free hand took her phone out to get pictures of you — which you didn’t realise, and the sunset.

“Hm?” You sat back up, looking at her now.

“Nothing.” AJ avoided eye contact. “AJ, no- please talk to me. It’s okay.”

You took in a deep breath, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, anything.” You nodded and smiled, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“We’ve been dating for about a month and I’ve been thinking…I want you to be my girlfriend. You know, like- officially? So I um-” She began, reaching into her purse. You watched her, concerned, honestly. Purely because she seemed so nervous. “I made you- this. Here.” She hands you a small package wrapped in what seemed like paper from a sketchbook. You untied the bow, carefully unfolding the paper. There was a bracelet in there, but the drawing on the paper caught your eye first- it was a Hello name sticker that said ‘I love you’ in the blank.

“Oh, my God. AJ. I love this.” You slid the bracelet onto your wrist and took a closer look at the little drawing she did, “I am totally framing this.”

She smiles, squeezing your hand even tighter.

You freed your hand from her grip and grabbed her face with both hands, crashing your lips onto hers, “Fuck, I love you so much, my girl.”

AJ chuckles and smiled into the kiss, “I love you.”