#so it's a little ridiculous of me to be like. wrenching words out of my gut and throwing them on the bitter mercy of the internet. you know.

[pedrito-friskito]

hello my dear!! 🫶🏼

🌸🌸🌸

eddie with smut prompts 10 & 1 pls 🥵

hello my love!!!!

I apologize in advance for this (well, kinda but not really…)

patience (or a lack thereof) - eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: the horny really jumped out on this one. drug use, cockwarming, unprotected p-in-v, fingering, dirty talk, soft dom!eddie vibes (I think)

The problem here, is that weed makes you horny.

Like…really horny.

Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. Friday nights at Eddie’s place have a pretty repetitive flavour, and it’s one you now crave. You’ve been seeing each other nearly six months now, and your friends have all given you shit for it, but you don’t care. Fridays are for Eddie.

More specifically, Fridays are for getting stoned in Eddie’s bedroom and cumming so many times you lose count. 

By now, you’d usually be between his sheets already, two or three rounds down, a quick breather in between. But tonight, something’s thrown a wrench in your usual plans. Really, it’s your own fault — you’d shown up unannounced at Eddie’s place Wednesday night, the night he usually reserved for D&D planning. Wayne had taken an extra overnight shift, leaving the place to the two of you, and well, you made the most of it.

But with Wednesday night planning out the window, Eddie has a Saturday session and nothing prepared, which you know is not a good thing.

But weed makes you horny.

You’re sprawled out on his bed, your pants long discarded, wearing only one of Eddie’s Hellfire shirts, flipping through one of his music magazines. You’ve tried reading the book you keep in your bag, tried distracting yourself by changing the records on the player, you even tried taking a quick cat nap. Nothing has worked. The ache between your legs is ridiculous.

He’s been at it a couple hours now, and you know he takes his time when it comes to D&D. He’s meticulous with his planning, thinking out every possible outcome and coming up with a contingency for each, even having a few throwaway plans just in case his players come up with something completely outrageous. You don’t mind it at all; it’s quite the opposite actually. His passion is…sexy, in a nerdy kind of way. It just adds to his charm.

And right now, it’s not helping matters. He’s perched in his desk chair, flipping through the Dungeon Master’s Guide, a pencil between his teeth. He’s wearing an old Hawkins High Phys Ed t-shirt, sweat shorts, and his hair's a mess. Unable to stop yourself, you roll off the mattress and onto your feet, crossing the room and standing behind his chair. He makes a little noise as you gather his hair in your hand, sweeping it over his shoulder so you can fit your face in the curve of his neck.

“Eds.”

“I know, baby,” he replies, the words muffled by the pencil between his teeth. “I’m almost done, I swear. Gimme like five minutes, and then I’m all yours, yeah?”

You whine, closing your lips around his pulse. You left a nice hickey there the other night, and your cloudy mind yells at you to make it bloom against his pale skin even brighter this time. Your arms hang over his shoulders, pressing your palms against his stomach, humming into his neck.

“Eddie, please?”

Your hands move lower, one glancing across the crotch of his shorts. The pencil falls out of his mouth. “Sweetheart,” he sing-songs, a halfhearted warning. But you do it again, fixated on the way his cock twitches to attention, even with just the lightest of touches. You let your teeth graze his throat, nipping at the same spot until the bruise starts to reform. Eddie tilts his head back, a low rumble moving through his chest, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When they open again, his pupils are blown, and he lifts his hand, burying his fingers in your hair. “Someone’s needy tonight.”

“You know that weed makes me ho—”

“Weed makes your horny, I know, baby,” he finishes, dragging his nail lightly against your scalp. “I’m almost finished, I promise. Come here.”

He turns in the chair, swinging around until you’re standing between his legs. Eddie drags his hands up your thighs, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. He’s fully hard now, shorts tented, and he hooks one thumb in the waist of your underwear, pulling it down slightly. It makes you throb.

“You can sit on my lap till I’m finished,” he says, squeezing your hips. “That make you feel better?”

Your eyes widen slightly, feeling yourself melt into his touch. “You mean…?”

“Come here,” he says again, his tone more assertive this time. He pulls your underwear down further, lifting the hem of your shirt at the same time, and swoops in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your hip. Your underwear drops to the floor and you kick the fabric away. Everything in you goes tight as he hooks his fingers in the waist of his shorts, pulling them off and settling back in his chair. The sight of his cock curving towards his belly makes your mouth fill with saliva. “You need something else first?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. “Need me to open you up a bit, pretty girl?”

He pulls you closer, one hand back on your hip, and the other slides between your knees, moving up to the inside of your thighs. He moans when he feels out wet you are, dragging his fingers through it, pushing them past his lips a second later as he pulls your body even closer. You move quickly, lifting your legs and planting your knees on the seat either side of his hips.

Eddie grins as you lower yourself slowly, reaching around to take himself in hand, guiding his cock into your nearly dripping pussy. The feeling is overwhelming, to say the least, and you bury your face in his neck again as you sink down, your breathing coming faster as he fills you up. 

Fully seated, your first instinct is to move, rolling your hips into his, but Eddie grips your waist tightly, clucks his tongue at you. “Ah, ah, ah, not yet, sweetheart. Let me finish first, and then I’ll take care of you, alright?”

When you don’t answer right away, he lifts his hips slightly, the tip of his cock nudging at that delicious nerve inside you. “Shit.”

“Gimme five minutes, baby,” he says again. He takes your hands, draping your arms around his neck. A soft kiss is pressed to your mouth, and you have to stop yourself from chasing it, taking what he gives. “Just five minutes.”

It’s fucking torture. Five minutes feels like five hours. Every tiny movement makes the pleasure spark, but it’s just shy of not enough, leaving you wanting more and more and more. If it’s driving Eddie just as crazy, he doesn’t let it show, giving you a broad grin when you settle deeper into his lap, resting your forehead against the dip of his shoulder. 

Finally — fucking finally — he flips his notebook closed, tosses his pen aside, and puts his hands on you. He grabs your hips again, guiding you along him, and the sudden movement sets your whole body alight. You toss your head back, your mouth dropping open as he lifts you up, pulls you back down. He fills you so perfectly, leaning in to suck a mark at your collar.

“There she is,” he murmurs, dragging the tip of his nose along the underside of your jaw. “C’mon, my needy girl, tell me how bad you want it.”

Eddie slides his hands under the hem of your shirt, fingers tapping along your rib cage. Your fingers chase his, reaching for the edge of the fabric, pulling it up and over your head. You toss it away, and Eddie groans, instantly lowering his head, scraping his teeth along your tits, your nipples pebbling at his attention. Your hips roll, dragging yourself along his cock, the pleasure making your eyes roll back.

“Look at you,” he moans, sucking a bruise beside your nipple, his other hand coming up to toy with the other. “You just need to be fucked so bad, don’t you?”

“Eds, please,” you manage to mumble out, a whine trapped high in your throat. You can feel how wet you are, the slick glide of your thighs against his. He grins, pulling his face from your chest, tilting his head back so his nose pokes yours.

“Almost there,” he says, his voice goading. “Use your words. Tell me.”

“Eddie—”

“Tell me specifically,” he mutters, pinching your chin in one hand, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, “how bad you want it.”

You start babbling. His request opens the floodgates. Your words are in time to the movement of your hips, and Eddie is grinning like the devil he is. Please, Eddie, I want it so bad, I want you so bad, fuck me please, I want it hard, want it fast, wanna feel you tomorrow. Please, please, please, please, please.

He gives you what you want.

You squeal when he scoops his hands under your thighs, lifting you as he moves out of the chair, keeping himself buried inside you. He aims for the bed, you think, but gets thrown off course, and instead you end up sprawled on the floor of his room. He hikes your legs over his hips, grabs your waist and pulls you down onto him with every thrust.

Back arching against the floor, you’re climbing higher and higher, and the weed buzzing in your veins only makes it that much more thrilling. You’re probably going to have carpet burn on your ass, but you don’t fucking care.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Eddie coos, and when your thigh starts to shake, he drops a hand between your legs, tracing his fingers over where he’s disappearing inside you before drawing a perfect circle around your clit. “Give it to me.”

You nearly shout his name as you cum, and Eddie rides you through it, his own orgasm not far behind. He pulls out at the last second, cums hot against your stomach, and flops down on the floor beside you. His hand lingers, tracing the curve of your tits, making them peak harder just for him. You curl your hand around the back of his neck, keeping him close while you catch your breath.

“You alright, baby?” he asks, dropping his jaw to kiss your shoulder, still petting his hand across your chest. “You want a pillow or something?”

You shake your head no. “Just…don’t move yet.”

Eddie chuckles, teeth nipping at your skin. “Okay, baby.”

Your body is caught between begging for more and tapping out for the night, but you think you know where the scales are about to tip. Especially if he keeps touching you like that. Your mind whirls, eyes fluttering open so you can look at him.

“Can I ask you something?” you murmur.

Eddie hums the affirmative, sitting up slightly to pull his shirt over his head. He uses it to clean his cum from your stomach and leans over you slightly, mouthing at your tits again. “Anything, baby.”

“Why didn’t you ever make a move on me before,” you ask, “when we were in high school?”

He tilts his head, lifting one brow with his lips still latched to your skin. “Why do you ask?”

“Just realizing how much mind-blowing sex I missed out on,” you reply.

Eddie chuckles. “I wanted to make a move. I really wanted to, trust me. But you had a thing for jocks back then, if I remember correctly.” He bites at you again, softly, dropping his chin to your chest. You can feel his hand roaming lower, glancing over your knees and thighs. Your legs part slightly, letting him in again, your blood spiking when his fingers trace the inside of your thigh. “It sucked, honestly. You have no idea how much I hated seeing someone else touch you, when I wanted it to be me.”

The tips of his fingers prod at you, curling just slightly. “But now you can,” you tell him, your voice turning breathy again, back arching as he pushes his fingers deeper, scrapes his teeth against your nipple.

“Now I can,” he agrees, “and I’m never gonna stop.”

[woso-dreamzzz]

Power II

Katie McCabe x Reader

Summary: You put Katie in her place

Katie was really toeing the line now.

A win against Chelsea under her belt and suddenly she was drunk off the feeling of victory.

That always made her act out a bit and you looked up at her from under your lashes as you sat in her cubby.

The whole locker room was celebrating.

Usually, you wouldn't venture in here but she had been insistent, dragging you inside in a way that really puffed her up to her friends.

You could forgive that though.

You always gave her a bit of leeway when she was celebrating. Not too much though and she was really getting closer to you snapping at her.

"Y/n!" Kyra crowed from across the room," My zipper's stuck!"

You sighed fondly at the girl, getting to your feet to fix her coat for her.

A half-eaten slice of pizza hung from her mouth as she struggled, trying to force her zipper down and you tutted.

"Give me a moment, Kyra," You told her," I don't know how you got it this stuck."

Kyra was sat in her cubby and you had to lean over to wrench the extra fabric out from her zipper.

You'd just got it free when you felt a slap to your ass.

You shrieked a little bit at the shock of it before whirling around.

Katie was grinning, looking back at her friends to check if they saw but her smile dimmed when she saw the pointed look you were giving her.

You stepped closer, enough for the team to not hear your words as you spoke them directly into her ear.

"That's strike one," You said," Keep pushing me and I will put you back in your place, Katie."

"Babe," She stuttered out," It was just a joke."

"And that's why it's only your first warning."

Strike two came when you were on the bus. Usually, you would drive yourself to Katie's games but she had insisted on having you on the team bus with her, sat in her lap.

She was still talking to Leah and Lessi and you knew the moment Leah mentioned partaking in certain celebrations when you got home that Katie would feel emboldened again.

Her hands roamed and you let them.

They were mostly under the table where the other girls couldn't see.

A squeeze of the thigh.

A teasing drag of her leg against yours.

Then her hands got higher and higher until she was squeezing one of your breasts in one hand.

Your shifted a little bit, tilting your head to once again speak into her ear.

"Second warning. One more Katie and I swear to god I will put you in your place in front of all of your little friends."

Katie's hand dropped.

There wasn't another incident until you all got back to London.

You were walking off the bus when Katie, having been teased somewhat by Leah, pulled you into a downright filthy kiss in public.

There was cheering behind her and you decided in that moment that Arsenal was just frat house masquerading as a football club.

You also decided that Katie had run out of warnings so, as she slipped her tongue into your mouth, your hand shot out to grab her neck.

She faltered.

"What?" You said," Is something wrong? You love when I squeeze your neck when we kiss."

"B-Babe," She said, chest heaving, torn halfway between being ridiculously turned on and embarrassed beyond belief.

"What? I thought you wanted to kiss me in front of all of your little friends."

"I'm sorry."

"Uh-huh. You will be." You pulled away but kept a tight grip on Katie's neck, raising your voice so everyone could hear. "Now, go and say goodbye to your friends. Nicely, Katie, and then we'll go home."

"Er...yes..."

You released her and off she went to say goodbye, face burning red as everyone stared with open mouths at how obedient she had become.

You couldn't resist though.

"If you hurry up then I'll break out that big strap you like and we can work on you taking it all."

Her face burned brighter.

[nisuna]

This is a very old request I wrote, but it has probably been deleted, so I had to write it again. This is honestly just pure angst and manipulation. Quite horrible and heart-wrenching, so:

⚠️ Heavy Trigger Warning on this one -forced s*x and other mature themes- proceed at your own risk⚠️

Sukuna x protective!big sister!reader

TW: forced s*x, mating press, name calling, manipulation, big sister!reader protecting Yuji, mature

<3masterlist<3

-------------------Strictly 18+ MDNI------------------

"Let's make a binding vow."

"What?", you must've misheard. "Why in the hell should I?", you scoffed at the curse currently using your little brother's body.

"Chill out, sweetheart, that's not a good look on you. You should smile more.", he dared to grin at you.

"Just spit it out already."

"Alright, alright, geez. You always talk about wanting to help the brat. I'm giving you an opportunity of a lifetime."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Let me have some fun with you."

"What the hell? Definitely not. How would that even help my brother?!"

"Let me finish. Let me have my way with you and in exchange, I'll leave the brat alone whenever you're around."

You felt insane that you were even considering such a ridiculous offer, but you were getting desperate. This has been going on for way too long.

"Why do you even want that? And why should I trust you?"

"Because I'm dying of boredom sitting in that brat's head all day every day. And as I said, it's a binding vow, I'm just as fucked fucked as you will be if I dare break it.", he put his hands up in the air.

"Okay, let's say I trust you. What if he wakes up in the middle of it? You always watch everything that happens. I do not want him to see me like that."

"I will wipe his memory, no problem."

Shit, he always has an answer for everything.

"Just say the word and we can start, doll.", he pressed on when he saw you chewing on your bottom lip, deep in thought.

"Fuck off", you really didn't want to do this, but it was for your brother. If there was a way for you to linder his pain, no matter how humiliating, you were willing to do it. So you swallowed your pride and started to lift your shirt over your head. "Don't just stand there, let's get this over with."

"Atta girl.", he grinned and rid himself of your brother's clothes. You felt sick to your stomach.

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He's been pounding away at you for what felt like forever and you cursed yourself that it was starting to feel good. He had your legs swung over his broad shoulders and you were folded in half in a tight mating press. You were trying to keep it down, but all of your pent-up feelings were begging to be released.

"Best pussy I've had in centuries, curses don't compare to real humans. Goddamn if you keep squeezing me like that I will bust in no time."

"Oho, the mighty King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna-sama brought to his knees by a mortal pussy how laughable, ah-" your meager attempt at mocking him only earned you a harsh slap to your thigh.

"Shut it or I'll wake the brat up."

"You said you wouldn't! You can't!!", you tried to resist only to have your knees pressed tighter to your chest.

"I said I would wipe his memory after, if anything happened. I can wake him up right now and let him experience the whole thing if you don't shut up. Just look pretty and take it like the whore you are."

Once again, you swallowed your pride and gave him a nod. You're doing this for him. It's going to be worth it in the end. He's suffered far worse than you.

"Good girl."

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With the last ounce of mercy he actually had left in his body, he made you cum as well before filling you up.

As soon as he was done he got up and was decent enough to get Yuji dressed while you were trying your best to neaten up your dishevelled self. It was revolting feeling the sticky substance trickle down your legs as you pulled up your pants.

"You definitely made it worth my while. Alright, see you never, sweetheart.", he snarled the nickname before finally leaving your brother's body.

What you weren't prepared for was having to catch Yuji before he fell down face first on the floor.

"Fucking asshole", you mumbled while wiping your nose and trying to gently wake your brother up. You ever subconsciously holding your breath until you saw his eyelids flutter open. He looked so confused, but he wasn't in any pain as he looked up at your soft smile. His calm state didn't last long as soon as he saw your dishevelled hair and crooked clothes.

"Oh my god he was out wasn't he goddamn it! Are you okay?? What did he do to you? I swear I'm going to kill him, I'm going to fucking kill him if he hurt you-"

"Shh, it's alright he didn't do anything. We.. we just talked. Nee-chan talked to him and he will leave you alone from now on whenever I'm around. Isn't this great? We can always be together now. Nee-chan will never leave you alone ever again. It's going to be alright, everything will be alright now, Yuji! So please don't ask any more questions, I handled everything. Don't you worry your pretty little head, I got this.", you smiled and pulled his stiff body in a tight embrace, strategically hiding your face.

"Okay, I trust you, Nee-chan. You would never lie to me, right?", he finally relaxed in your hold and hugged you back just as tightly.

"Right. Never.", you felt your heart sink in your chest as you choked up the words and your eyes stung with tears that were threatening to spill. So you just hugged him tighter and prayed he wouldn't notice anything else.

You are a good older sister and you love your younger brother Yuji more than anything. And that is exactly why you will be taking this secret to the grave.

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I apologise 🥲

[wileys-russo]

can we pls get ready x leah and/or lessi on the beach in portugal?? maybe sneaking off to have alone time while the teams all there etc. etc.

portugal sunsets II l.williamson

you watched with a shake of your head at the sight of kyra grappling around on the ground with katie, the irishwoman threatening to make your national teammate eat sand as kyra desperately struggled to get away and make a run for it.

"help me!" kyra reached out for your hand as you kicked it away making her gasp and katie grin wolfishly, shoving kyras head into the sand.

"no loyalty!" the midfielder yelled at you with a grunt, elbowing katie and trying to break away as the girl grabbed her ankle and sent her flying back down into the sand.

"do we step in and stop them?" steph appeared beside you with an amused smile as you firmly shook your head. "no way. i hope ky eats sand she tied all my shoes together last night and she's been trying to cheat this entire game." you shrugged as steph hummed in agreement.

"she's really taking this annoying little sister title in her stride isn't she?" you sighed as kyra broke free, sprinting away to tackle an unsuspecting caitlin to the floor as katie dove to dog pile on top of the both of them, kyra tossing handfuls of sand at both girls as if it was snow.

"well she's only taken the title from you hasn't she?" steph cooed pinching at your cheeks condescendingly making you roll your eyes. "i am twenty four year olds steffy i am not the baby anymore!" you huffed wrenching her hands off and shoving her playfully.

"you'll always be a tillies baby. because never will we forget the nervous little kid in a training shirt two sizes too big and her socks on inside out showing up for her first senior call up!" steph teased as you groaned at the memory, the two of you walking down the beach and away from the game which had now resumed.

"i was really nervous okay!" you defended with a pout, body slumping into stephs making her stumble a little as you hugged yourself into her side. the brunette called away by jen you waved off their invitations to join in and wandered back toward your girlfriend.

you chuckled and shook your head at the sight of her laid down on a towel in the sun, bundled up in a ridiculous amount of layers for the only slightly cool air with a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes, hands tucked behind her head.

"you know babe the whole paint of tanning is to actually expose your skin to the sun so it tans." you teased, leahs head turning as your body flopped down beside her, nudging her to move over a little.

"get your own towel." leah mumbled, finger tips pressing to your forehead and pushing you away as you tried to tuck into her. "leah!" you huffed in offence, sitting up and glaring down at her as her lips curled into a smug smile and she opened her arms.

"only jokin gorgeous." she patted your cheek a few times as your head rested on her chest. "why are you wearing so many layers? its a lovely sunny day." you laughed as your girlfriend shrugged.

"dunno i'm comfy." she murmured and you rolled your eyes at the use of her favorite word. "my love you're the first one to complain about english weather and here we are abroad in the sunshine and you're dressed for a rainy day at colney!" you laughed at her thick puffer which was shrugged on over a hoodie and track pants, all the arsenal training gear of course.

"then the loafer slides...didn't realise i was dating a dirty old man." you teased earning yourself a sharp pinch to your exposed thigh. unlike your english girlfriend you were embracing the weather in shorts and a training top, your hoodie loaned to laura who forgot hers back at the hotel.

"you're so mean to me." your girlfriend sighed, eyes still closed and covered by her sunglasses. "maybe, you kinda like it though." you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and hovered over her, the corner of the blondes mouth curling into a smile confirming your words.

"and you give as good as you get, don't pretend like you're nice and sweet and chivalrous all the time williamson." you clicked your tongue at her as her smile grew.

"stop!" leah whined as you continued to poke at her, smacking your hands away. "oo jackpot! thank you." you found and fished a chocolate bar out of the pocket of her pants, laying back down on the towel. "oi you little thief thats mine!" the blonde protested as you sat peeled it open, taking a bite with a grin and sitting up trying to wriggle away from her grabby hands.

"well darling whats yours is mine and whats mine is ours." you explained moving it out of reach as she tried to reach for it. "you better at least share!" leah grunted, grabbing at you and dragging you back to the ground.

"you're gonna get it all sandy you idiot!" leah groaned, eventually plucking it from your fingers. "such a pest." leah pinched your cheek as your head settled in her lap and she finished off the last couple bites, tucking the rubbish into her pocket and resting back on her arms.

"oh go ahead, didn't want those anyway." leah scoffed as your own arm reached up to snatch her sunglasses, placing them down over your own eyes as you blew her a kiss.

"think i deserve a proper one for all this sharing and caring." leah tutted, dipping her head so her lips just ghosted over yours.

"mm i guess you've been pretty well behaved today." you teased with a hum, stroking your chin thoughtfully. "yeah thats cause i'm a good girl." leah smirked with her infuriatingly attractive accent though right before she could close the minuscule gap which was left between the two of you there was a shout.

"leah heads!" your girlfriend looked up right at the wrong time as the aussie rules ball kyra had insisted on bringing everywhere with her this trip sailed through the air, smacking her right in the side of the head.

"leah i am so so sorry!" steph apologized profusely with wide eyes, hurrying over with beth in tow who was too busy laughing at your girlfriends misfortune as she grabbed the ball back off the sand.

"just a little tip when someone says heads leah it doesnt mean to look up it means to duck!" beth patted the girls shoulder sarcastically as the defender glared at her and you squeezed her leg sympathetically.

"yeah cheers mate!" leah grumbled with a frown, steph apologizing again as leah mumbled it was fine and you sent the brunette a smile and mouthed it was okay as she left the two of you be.

"come on then cranky lets go for a walk." you patted her thigh and hauled yourself up to your feet, holding out your hand for her. "up you get!" you wiggled your fingers impatiently as leah groaned.

"i'm concussed i can't go for a walk." her arms fell to cover her face as she lay back down. "you are not concussed! honestly you're the most dramatic woman i've ever met you could get a papercut and tell the doctor your finger needs amputating." you smiled as she moved her arms slightly and shot you a glare.

"come onnn, up you get! go leah! go leah!" you clapped and cooed at her, encouraging as if you might a toddler or a puppy as her look of distaste continued to grow. "im so tired." leah sighed, arms flopping to her sides.

"leah you are not being very romantic, acting like asking you to spend time with me is apparently a grave inconvenience." you frowned, folding your arms across your chest.

"baby no thats not-" "well hello lovebirds, not quarreling are we?" lia arrived with an amused look as you smiled knowing this would work to your advantage.

"wally she's being a bad girlfriend." you accused with a point as leah sat up and scoffed. "i am not! she's just being annoying." leah retaliated as you gasped sarcastically and clutched at your chest.

"you see the way she speaks about me? all i wanted to do was go for a lovely little sunset stroll together hand in hand down the beach and she won't get up!" you pushed your foot into leahs side making her whine.

"well then i will go for a lovely sunset walk with you instead. come on schönes mädchen!" lia offered you her hand as you interlocked your fingers and started to walk away with her. "i give it thirty seconds." the swiss mumbled to you knowingly with your backs turned to your girlfriend.

"i give it ten." you shot her a grin as sure enough within seconds leah was scrambling to her feet and sprinting after the two of you. you squealed as her arms wrapped around your waist, her hand smacking lia's away from yours as she lifted you into the air and carried you away.

"you are welcome, enjoy your romantic sunset walk my lovers!" lia called after the two of you with a grin as you waved to her over leahs shoulder before she placed you back down on your feet, her fingers interlocking with yours tightly.

"you're so easy to get to bite." you teased, the girl bringing your interlocked fingers up to her mouth and placing a few soft kisses to the back of your hand. "and you're a wind up." leah rebutted before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence and you swung your hands back and forth.

the chatter, laughs and yelling of your teammates and friends faded into the background the further the two of you walked, eventually reaching the end of the beach and the rocky cliff face loomed in front.

"view would be better from the top!" you grinned suggestively, leah sighing dramatically before agreeing, but not before of course her competitive nature kicked in and she deemed it a race.

"oi! cheat." leah laughed as you took off running, shoving her aside and racing up the small hill that lead to the top, grateful you'd chosen to wear trainers today and not slides.

"loser, loser, loser!" you chanted as you reached the top first, watching as leah struggled up after you. "oh yeah sorry dunno if you realised i done my acl!" leah huffed, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the loss as she finally reached the top.

"that excuse has an expiry date you know baby and its coming up fast." you teased as leah grabbed your hand again, the sun had already started to set, bathing you both in the warm burnt orange of the golden hour glow.

you dropped the blondes hand and wandered closer toward the edge, leah warning you to be careful as you snapped a few photos. you missed the way your girlfriend watched like a lovesick puppy at the soft smile which graced your face, forever in love with sunrises and sunsets.

whenever you and leah were apart that was always something you knew drew you together, the two of you sending photos of the sunset to one another for every day you were apart, which was more often than either of you liked given you were born and raised on opposite sides of the world.

"c'mere and give us a cuddle sweets." leah was quick to pull your body into hers once you were within reach again, your back tucking into her front as her arms hugged you tightly and your hands rested on top of hers.

a few beats of silence passed as the two of you just watched the dying sun and the way the sky changed colour, wrapped up tightly in a shared embrace, leahs chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

"don't think i'll ever get over how pretty the sky can be." you sighed happily. "don't think i'll ever get over how pretty you can be." leah sang out with a smile, nose tucking into your neck as her lips peppered warm kisses along the skin of your shoulder.

"charmer." you smiled, more sweet words mumbled into your ear as she continued to trail kisses across every inch of your skin her lips could find.

"see baby girl? i can be very romantic." leah murmured, one hand coming to grab your chin and gently tilt your head back, rewarding you with a soft and tender kiss.

"it was my idea to come up here! all you did was walk with me and even that wasn't without complaint, few cute words doesn't change your moaning about it." you teased, pecking her lips a few times.

"yeah but here we are havin a cuddle, havin a kiss, watchin the sunset, thinking of everything i want to do with my pretty girl once we get back to the hotel." leah smirked, kissing you again though this time a little less sweet as she slipped her tongue in, licking the roof of your mouth as your breath hitched.

"laura do not leave me behind! you are being a bad friend!" you recognised the dutch accent as you broke apart at that, leah sighing as vic, laura, teyah and kyra appeared a few metres away.

"aw sorry did we interrupt your smooch sesh?" kyra cooed making kissy faces as teyah joined in and both you and leah rolled your eyes. "well romance is dead now." the blonde mumbled with a huff as you kissed away the fast forming pout.

"maybe, but whatever you were thinking about doing in that hotel room is still very on the table when we get back baby."

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i’d take the bomb in your head and disarm it by @henrysfox (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Alex and Henry are students at NYU who randomly become dorm roommates. After a few short weeks of mutual dislike their friendship starts to grow - and could it actually be more ...?! At the end of the story, I was baffled that the two of them could be so completely clueless the whole time?! Then again, who am I to judge when someone settles for half-baked assumptions instead of just mustering up the courage and trying to have an honest conversation?! 😇 The story is so gentle, so angsty and Alex is just so vulnerable and soft - just beautiful and moving!

you are my mountain (you are my sea) by @alasse9 (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Five moments between Alex and Henry, starting with the visit to Alex's childhood home in Texas after Ellen's election victory, a vulnerable moment in the Brownstone, a vacation in Mexico City... This story isn't even close to 10,000 words, but it's so unbelievably powerful - I am still blown away! The author manages to hit on so many interpersonal aspects and delicate vibrations, to formulate soft, tender feelings and thoughts and describes Alex and Henry both so damn considerate and soulful - the author nailed it (imho), it's almost impossible to grasp!

Shatter Me by @historicallysam (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Henry and Alex are still Prince and First Son, some is canon, a lot slightly modified, but: Alex is out, Henry is not. He isn't even sure if he's gay or if he ever wants to acknowledge it - until he meets Alex and falls head over heels. The catch, on top of the homophobic Queen: Henry is engaged, his fiancée lovely, amazing even, and the wedding date is about to be set. How the author weaves together the familiar events and plotlines and their own ideas is brilliant! Not gonna lie: It was (to me) oppressive at times, really angsty - but also highly gripping!

The Consequences (of our Actions) (series) by @anchoredarchangel (book-verse)

@celeritas2997: Alex is just a Regular Guy who just happened to put Prince Henry on his 'No Consequences Sex List' and proceeds to tell him about this when they meet. Lots of sex (like, ridiculously hot sex) and feelings (SO MANY FEELINGS) ensue. I am convinced that Anchor is magic and will continue shouting about this series from the rooftops until the end of days; it is clever, sexy, funny, beautifully written and so, so, so heartfelt. ❤️

@heybuddy-drabbles: I started this when it first started and thought it was just some fun little pwp canon divergence. When I picked it up again, it was a hell of a series. I loved every last bit of it. It goes way into the whole "If cake gate didn't happen, Alex would have made himself a problem for Henry anyway" and he does in the most glorious way. I can't talk enough about HENRY in this though. It's mostly on Alex POV except the extra chapter but I'm OBSESSED WITH HENRY. How he's older. How he does things for himself like running the shelters with Pez even before he meets Alex. Anyway I could talk about Henry in this series for days but that's not why we are here for. Just, do yourself a favor and just read this.

5 Times Henry Hated New Year's + 1 Time He Didn't by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This fic is such an emotional rollercoaster, but it's worth every gut-wrenching twist! It delves into each of the six parts so well that you feel like you're experiencing each of Henry's life experiences with him.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you by @gayrootvegetable (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This is the cutest combination of a high school AU and soulmate AU! This fic is short but so very sweet!

if you have a garden and a library... by @glasshouses-and-stones (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This fic is so cute! It's not technically a Cinderella AU, but it has those vibes, and the author does a great job with the setting. Another fic that's short but so sweet!

It takes a lot to know a man by dazedandconfused (book/movie-verse)

@inexplicablymine: when I tell you to mind the trigger warnings that is true, but I can also say my GOD is this fic fantastic the writing is superb and the pacing is right on and the plot is so intricately woven I am elated to recommend it everywhere I can. Talk about an in depth suspense thriller mixed with that sex club dom/sub trope mixed with a law case ~ truly there are no words to describe how much this work gripped me as I read through it

@dot524: The subject matter is heavy at times and so are the smut scenes, but also I was fascinated with the story. I didn’t expect it to end up in the intense culminating scene that it did.

Something borrowed, Something blue by @anincompletelist (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: Yes, I know I recommended this during our Wip Wednesdays but now I'm going to recommend it here for the peeps who only read complete works. Read this. I beg of you. It's so excellent. Henry's relationship with June is something so special to me in this. June and her little family, her daughter means the world to me as well. Alex and his complicated feelings for Henry, their "enemies" to lovers road is just. God I loved it so much. Henry. HENRY IN THIS. Just. Please read this.

hold on (get ready for the ride) by wilmonflicker (book-verse)

@wilmonsfolklore: a professional soccer/football AU that I binged and completely fell in love with. Alex transfers to the team where Henry is the star player, and they get together. it's beautifully written, smutty at times and perfect for sport lovers and non-sport lovers alike

check out our past Monthly Faves here ❤️

[waldau]

crescendo — chwe hansol | 1,042 words | fluff

boinon! chwe! hansol! back on my marriage agenda because it's ME. song taken from vernon's playlist from weverse magazine. also i'm a firm believer that vernon is the kind of guy who looks at two of anything and just goes "us." please enjoy me simping for him.

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

you notice vernon's not sleeping anymore.

he's looking up at you from where his head is resting on your chest. he always does this thing where his gaze is focused on you till you acknowledge it, whether it's by asking him what's up, or blushing at how intense it is.

this time, though, you don't do anything to shake the moment. so it's just you looking down into his eyes that are looking back at you, and it's not the first time you've paused to admire his eyes.

before vernon, you didn't really understand how you could be lost in someone's eyes. but his eyes? hazel brown, shining when they catch the light just right, a hundred thoughts running through them. streaks of light you wish you could decode.

there's a soft love song playing in your ears while your hands rest on his chest, tracing the shapes of the stars on his shirt. he manages to look good even when he's upside down, somehow.

soft. vernon would shake his head if you said that to him out loud, but he wouldn't deny it. not anymore. he likes when you call him nicknames. he likes when you call him, even. content to listen to your self-professed rambling about whatever's on your mind.

just like you're content to listen to him ask you ridiculous questions out of the blue. ridiculous to anyone who doesn't know him.

"do you believe we're made of the same stuff stars are made of?"

you'd blinked out of the show you'd been watching. "i...yeah? technically? hydrogen and all."

"does that mean we found each other all those years ago? and not just now?"

vernon has a way with words, really. he doesn't downplay it, but that's because you don't let him know how much it affects you in the first place. you could be talking about two seeds in a segment of tangerine and he'd say it was the both of you. two moths flying around a lamp? you.

and then there's times you think his humour couldn't get any worse.

"hey, you dropped something."

you'd looked around to find nothing out of place. "what?"

"my jaw."

suffice to say, vernon didn't get a single kiss from you for the next few hours.

(of course, you'd had to make it up to him with a ton of kisses and cuddles later on.)

right now, he's still looking at you, and the song has changed. you don't know the name of it, having picked it from the playlist vernon made for you, that he keeps adding to.

i hope you like this, he'd said shyly, when he'd sent you the link to it.

it's not surprising that you've liked almost every song you've heard so far. of course, there's a few that don't match your vibe, but when you close your eyes and think of vernon enjoying the song, lost in his own world, it makes you like them a little more.

back to the present. your fingers are tapping along to the rhythm of the song, something about love and self-doubt, upbeat yet heart-wrenching with a guitar riff that's so painfully vernon that you have to lean down and kiss his head.

vernon grabs your fingers where they're dancing on his chest and presses a kiss to your thumb. then your index finger. then the rest of your fingers. and then your palm.

you stop the song, amused at how affectionate he's being.

"what's up?" you ask, taking off your earphones.

he shakes his head. you push at his shoulder lightly.

"keep listening to your song."

you frown. "am i ignoring you?"

vernon sighs. "not at all. it's just...you'll stop doing it if i point it out."

"stop doing what?"

he takes your hand and places it on his chest, trapping it in place with his own. "you do this...thing. you tap out a song on me when we're not listening to it together. and then i try to guess what you're listening to. and i almost always get it wrong. it's...silly."

your heart feels too big for your chest. "vern? have i ever told you how much i love you?"

he shuts his eyes, a smile on his face. "yeah. 'course you have. love you, too."

squeezing his hand that's holding yours, you resume playing the song. he lets go of your hand so you can continue tapping out the beats.

"can you guess what it was?" you ask, once the song ends.

"hm. kinda fast paced, and there's only a few of those on there. breaking the law?"

"nope."

"rock with you?"

you shake your head. "did you really add one of your own songs on there?"

"hey, we make good music, too."

"never denied that."

vernon shrugs. "i don't know."

"marry me."

vernon freezes noticeably under your hand, before pushing it away and sitting up, staring at you.

it's just you and him and the silence in the room. his eyes have you trapped in place, unable to look elsewhere.

"by ellegarden!" you blurt out, suddenly realizing how your words could be misconstrued. "it's..." you scroll through the playlist. "the first song you ever put in there."

"oh," is all he says, but he's blushing. he's blushing. you made your famously stoic boyfriend blush.

"vernon? did you think i..."

"...maybe?"

you let out a small laugh at that. "do you really think...have you ever thought about getting...y'know?

"married?" he asks, smirking. "you shouldn't ask me about it if you're so shy."

"i didn't—!" it's a losing battle. of course you've thought about it, and of course you're shy about it. spending the rest of your life with the person who means the most to you sounds like a dream, and you're living in it right now. halfway there.

"if it's any consolation," vernon says, slotting his fingers with yours, "i've thought about it."

"and?"

"i like it."

it's nearing six in the evening. vernon has his head on your chest again, listening to a song with you this time. you're going to have to listen to it again, the way your brain is clouded by thoughts of him and you.

it can't get better than this.

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[pinguwrites]

Stay ⸻ Robert Oppenheimer

pairing | cillian!robert oppenheimer x reader

summary | You’ve always known that Robert was the love of your life. How will you cope when he moves to Germany?

word count | 1.7k

Warnings: I dunno why all my oppie fics have a sad touch to them, breeding kink, baby trap, p in v sex, sub!robert, kinda dark!reader, insecure!reader

Robert Oppenheimer was a man burdened by fate, of dreams and visions of a future he couldn’t yet understand. He would wake up in the middle of the night, desperate eyes glazing across the room, only to land on his bedroom window, watching as the rain pattered against the glass. Who was there to comfort him but you? the only one who truly knew him, the only one who would hold him for hours, whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he finally fell asleep, blessed with your gentle touch and soothing words.

You had always thought that Robert was different from the others. He was gentle and kind, not as masculine, but not short of the handsome features and gentlemanly behavior men were expected to possess. He was breathtaking. Every time you were around him you felt like you were witnessing a true beauty, a genius, a bird with wings that would soon fly away, up into the air and out of your reach, destined for a future you weren't a part of.

Your concerns had only reached their peak when he voiced to you his desire of traveling abroad, to Germany. You knew he was never good with practical things, so it was no wonder he didn't enjoy experimental physics. You just didn't expect him to want to move away to seek his passion. Was he planning on bringing you with him?

"Niehls Bohr suggested I go to Göttingen," Robert had said one day during dinner, "study there under Max Born. I think I'll go. I'm useless in the lab."

You stayed quiet, nodding. Had he thought of what you were going to do? The horrible thought entered your mind that maybe Robert wasn't as committed to this relationship as you were. After all, most couples would have gotten married by this point. Dating culture had only just now become a thing, and that too it was for younger folks. While marriage was where you expected to head, maybe Robert had different ideas. He'd always been a difficult one to grasp onto.

"Is something wrong?" Robert asked, eyebrows creasing a little. "Did — did I do something?"

You shook your head and lied. "No. And no."

Robert became quiet as well. It wasn't until you both finished with your food did he finally speak up, "You don't have to come. I think it would be better if you stay."

There was a little tug on your heart, like a string was wrenching it, causing it to curl up on itself the way a child does when crying. So, he didn't want you to come with him.

"Why?" you asked quietly.

Robert paused. "Well, you have your family here. It would be ridiculous for me to ask you to move. You'd have to learn a new language, leave your life behind . . . "

He was being reasonable. Like always.

You put away the dishes after dinner. Robert went to bed, and you followed soon after with a tired sigh. Sometimes you hated the way things were. It hurt. He would never know, never understand how much you loved him. If you were in his place, you wouldn't have made such a big decision on your own. Or at least, you would have begged him to come with you. You felt like crying. What were you supposed to do now?

After an hour of trying to fall asleep, listening to Robert's uneven breathing, you felt something poking your thighs. It took you a moment to register what it was, but when you finally did, you were annoyed, a simmering anger starting to burn within you.

"Seriously, Robert?" you said, turning around to face him. This wasn't something you had expected, definitely not after what was a tense conversation.

"S-sorry," Robert stuttered out, pulling himself away. You could hear his breathing becoming more shallow and his voice more lustful. "You do something to me."

You were about to make some witty comment about how desperate he was, leave him all horny and bothered while you went to sleep, but the situation presented an opportunity. You felt a twinge of guilt knowing that you were taking advantage of the man you loved, but how else were you supposed to ease your insecurities? Besides, this was bound to happen sooner than later. If anything, Robert would be grateful. It would solve everything.

You flipped yourself over and sat on top of Robert, right about his throbbing cock. He arched his back a little, trying to get some friction, but after a few moments of attempting to do so, he gave up and rested his head back on the pillow.

"I do something to you?" you repeated, trailing your fingers across his jawline. You loved every part of Robert, especially his face. He was so goddamn beautiful, and needy, and pathetic. He was just made for you. "Of course I do."

Robert placed his hands on your hips, feeling the fabric of your nightgown. "Please," he begged, tugging on it like a child.

"Please what?" you asked, pinching his nose.

"Mmm. Ride me," he choked out, his voice hoarse. "Ride me like I belong to you."

You huffed. "Oh, but you do Robert. You do belong to me."

Reaching your hand back, you rubbed his cock through his pants. He let out a soft sigh, the fabric crumpling. Outside, it had begun to drizzle, the clouds a bright white, lighting up the room even though it was night.

"But sometimes you need to be reminded," you added, watching as the pleased expression on his face turned into one of confusion.

"I don't need to be reminded."

"Oh, really? Why is it that you sprung all this news upon me all of a sudden? Moving to Germany," you scoffed. "Without telling your woman? What, you thought you could just decide to leave one day? Decide to leave me behind?"

You squeezed his cock, hard.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Hurts."

You tightened your grip. "I just want to understand. Have you found someone else? Is that why you don't want me to come?"

"No," he protested, frowning. He squirmed a little. "I was thinking about you. I thought you didn't . . . I thought you wouldn't want to come." Maybe he thought that would do the trick, but when you still didn't let go of his cock, he continued, "I was going to write you letters! S-send you flowers — and — and, please. Be nice to me."

Robert started crying. Silent tears poured out of his eyes, and you knew he felt humiliated, but judging by the way his cock was twitching in your hands, he was still turned on. That was the thing with Robert and men like him — they needed some firmness and a woman to tell them what to do.

You finally let go. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his peace only lasted a few moments, before you lifted up your dress and sunk down onto his length, taking only seconds to get used to his size.

"Yes," he moaned, hands on your hip as he guided you. It was a slow, steady pace, the sound of skin slaps and wet, squishy noises filling the room. "Keep doing that."

You thought that maybe you should give him a little slap, but for the time being, you let yourself enjoy his body. The way you two moved in sync, mind hazy and hands wandering, made you feel like you were in heaven on earth. It was perfect, down to the little chest hairs that brushed against your skin and the whimpers Robert made during a deep thrust. You didn't want to change anything. You wanted Robert to still be your little bird, even though that meant his wings had to be clipped.

He spread his legs wider. "Come with me," he murmured, leaving lazy, sloppy kisses along your neck. "We'll move together."

You shook your head. "I don't want to move to Germany. And I don't want you to move either."

Robert laid back down and threw his head against the pillow. "What? I don't . . . oh, don't be so rough."

You continued massaging his balls. "I'll be as rough as I want. Now, are you going to keep complaining or take what I give you?"

"Okay.”

Robert’s expression was contorted into one of pain and pleasure, an expression so natural to him. You ran your hand across his forehead and hair, tugging on it slightly. Within just a few moments, you could feel his cock twitch, and a specific breathing pattern overcome him.

“That’s it,” you said softly. “Come for me.”

Robert lifted his head up, but then it fell back down, his eyes shut. He did this kind of thing often. His hands were snaking up your waist, holding it gently as you rocked back and forth. He seemed to be lost in the moment, not sure of what was going on — only his selfish pleasure, but then his eyes fluttered open, and he realized with a start that he was about to come in you. 

“Wait,” he croaked out. “I need’a — you need to get off.”

“Why?” you hummed, acting clueless. “It feels good.”

“Y-yeah.” He started squirming, pulling his legs up to his knees. But the thing with Robert was that he was so indulgent, so consumed in the moment, you doubted he would be able to push you off, or if he even wanted to. “But I’m gonna cum — I can’t, please.”

“Why not? Don’t want me to be a mommy?” you moaned. “I’d make a good mother.”

“I know you would,” he whined. “But — I can’t, we’re not married — I —” 

He groaned loudly, white spurts of his hot cum spurting out into your pussy. It lasted a few moments, his nose scrunched and his toes curled. When he finally calmed down, he looked up at you, hair disheveled, lips parted, and sweet eyelashes wet with tears.

“Stay,” you said softly, stopping your movements. “Stay here. With me.”

Robert licked his lips, pausing. He didn’t say anything for a while, and for a moment you were afraid that even though he had just impregnated you, he would leave anyway. But then, “Yes,” he breathed out. “I’ll stay.”

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[krirebr]

Hello, my dear Kris! So after reading the newest fic from the Trapped AU… I just can’t stop thinking about those two. And you know me… I’m all about making my heart hurt with a little angst…

Can we get a snippet or drabble or your thoughts on an angsty moment -and Andy’s surprisingly soft reaction- that takes reader by surprise by the end of it…

Maybe she’s not feeling well and missing all the comforts of her old life- the things she would do when not feeling well prior to this life with Andy

Or maybe, after accidentally seeing a calendar while cleaning in Andy’s office, reader realized a special day has passed or is approaching.

Or maybe she feels a twinge of jealousy when she sees another beautiful women flirting with Andy and she’s so thrown- never once thinking she could ever feel that way with about him

Any little bit of angst where Andy uncharacteristically (at least for now) comforts her in the softest way possible- and maybe this is her kryptonite (and maybe it even turns her on a little) Would Andy use this new knowledge to his advantage? Of course he would 😈

I just want him to be soft and not so terrifying 🥺😭🫠

My heart is so torn 😭🫠

I love them and even him- you evil mastermind!

(Kris 👆while writing this lovely verse)

(Also- I LOVE trash pandas, so I hope you are not offended that I depicted you as one in your evil genius mode 😅)

Carly! I love this prompt! I had to think really hard about the inciting incident, but once I thought of it, I knew exactly what to do. This Andy can absolutely get soft. That's part of what he wants in his perfect life! It'll just always be on his terms. 😈

And no offense at all at the trash panda! That's exactly what I look like when coming up with ideas for this verse. 😏

Pairing: Andy Barber x f!reader - from Trapped AU

Warnings: Just general kidnapping/basement wife/toxic relationship warnings that come with this AU. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

It started with a mug.

Andy presented it to you about a week after you moved upstairs. It was your favorite color (your real actual favorite, not something he’d decided you liked) and had a pretty vine pattern etched into it. It was your mug. You drank your tea out of it every day. And you tried to tell yourself that it was bad because everything that came from him was bad. But it was yours. No one else drank out of it. Only you. It felt like the only thing in the world that you actually owned. 

And so, as you looked at the shattered pieces on the floor, as you told yourself that this was fine, that it was just another thing in this house full of things, all you felt was immense, gut-wrenching loss. You sank down next to the pile of shards on the ground. Maybe you could piece it back together, or, or– You didn’t know what to do. And you knew you were being ridiculous but you started crying. Sobbing. You’d already lost so much. And now the last thing on earth that belonged to you was gone too, and you were the one who destroyed it.

You heard Andy’s footsteps come into the kitchen, but you couldn’t see him from where you were crouched behind the island. “What was that crash?” he asked, harshly. The sob you let out brought him around to where you were. He looked down at you, his hands on his hips. “What happened here?”

You looked up at him through your teary eyes. He was going to be so upset with you. “I’m sorry,” you gasped. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened. It fell, and, and– it’s gone now.” You tried to wipe your face clean, but you couldn’t stem the stream of tears.

“You didn’t throw it?” Andy asked.

“No! No, I would never!” You hoped he could see how sincere you were. 

He sighed and crouched down in front of you. “Explain to me why you’re so upset.”

You struggled for a moment, no idea how to put everything you were feeling into words. And you were so scared of saying the wrong thing. Finally, all you could come up with was, “You gave it to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed as his face completely softened, no hint of anger or a coming reprimand remaining on it. He gently grasped your elbows, “Here, let’s get you up. I don’t want you to hurt yourself on any of the shards.” 

He raised you up slowly, then guided you into one of the stools at the counter. Then he went to the little kitchen closet and grabbed the broom and dustpan. As he started to clean up, you rushed to stand. Andy hardly ever cleaned anything. That was your job. “Oh no,” you tried to stop him. “That’s ok, I can do it!”

He just hushed you, as he quickly made a pile of the shards and scooped them into the pan, and then into the trash. “See?” he said, “all done. It’s fine.” He ushered you into the living room and pulled you down into his lap on the couch, wrapping you tight in his arms. “I’ll get you a new one,” he said softly. “Even prettier than the last one.”

Without even thinking about it, you laid your head on his shoulder, as he ran his hand up and down your back. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered. “I’m so glad you’re here. You make me so happy.” You knew you should hate that. You knew that it should make you angry. But you were just so relieved that he wasn’t upset with you, you couldn’t help but sink into him. 

After a few moments of just cuddling, he spoke again, his low voice right next to your ear. “I think you need a break, huh? How about we just spend the day together? Your chores can wait til tomorrow. We’ll even order dinner in tonight. How’s that sound?”

You were so worn out, from your sobbing, yes, but also, from everything, so all you could do was nod into his shoulder.

“Ok, then that’s what we’ll do. Just me and my good girl,” he said, his voice maybe the gentlest you’d ever heard.

“Thank you, Andy,” you sighed.

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[thirstyforcharacters]

“I’ll Cut You a Deal” (Joel Miller x Reader)

Summary: You keep stealing Joel and Tess’ clients. Joel decides to do something about it.

warnings: smut!! 18+ only!!!! dom! joel miller, semi-public sex, allusions to exhibitionism, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex, use of she/her pronouns (Joel calling the reader “girl”), mentions of drugs, cursing

wc: 1500

notes: Hey hey hey!! It’s time for me to do the thing where I actually post on this account! I just finished binging The Last of Us, and like everyone else, am in my Pedro Pascal era, so of course I had to write some Joel Miller smut.

Business in the QZ was booming. People flocked to you to get their fix because your prices were cheaper than most. You knew that even if you got less ration cards per translation, if you got more customers, the numbers would even out. And they did. Soon, you were one of the most popular smugglers in Boston. It got you a lot of unwanted attention. Other smugglers were pissed at you for stealing their business.

Two of them were Tess and Joel Miller.

You weren’t scared of most of the others. You could take them down with a swift slice to the throat easily enough. But those two, they scared you. You used to be friendly with them, often paired with them on the odd jobs that FEDRA made their citizens do. You managed to make small talk with Tess, and she seemed to like you. Joel barely acknowledged your presence, only responding to your small talk with one word answers or non-committal grunts, but you still found yourself wanting to work with him. Probably because there wasn’t much in the QZ that was nice to look at, other than him.

But as soon as you became their competition, they wouldn’t work by your side anymore. It made you a little sad: Tess was sort of your friend, and you would have to settle for starting at Joel from afar. Their reputation was deadly, and you took care to not run into either of them. Sure, you’d seen them around, but they couldn’t stab or shoot you in broad daylight. So you figured you were safe.

Until today.

You were in an alleyway, starting to walk back to your apartment after slipping some pills to a FEDRA agent in exchange for some ration cards. As you wound your way through the side streets, an arm reached out and tugged you into the shadows. You shrieked, but a strong hand quickly clamped over your mouth.

“Shut up.”

You froze. You’d know that Texan accent anywhere.

You wrenched his hand off of you, standing in front of him with your knife outstretched, “What the fuck are you doing, Miller?”

“You keep stealing my clients,” he growled.

You smirked, quirking up an eyebrow, “Maybe you should offer better prices then.”

He grit his teeth, eyebrows furrowing in malice as he grabbed his own knife, “You’re a fucking problem.”

“I think this is the most words you’ve ever spoken to me,” you teased, enjoying the way his jaw clenched, “I’m honored.”

“Shut. Up.” he repeated.

You were locked in a stalemate, wondering who would make the first move.

It was him. He lunged toward you, and instinctively you slashed your knife at him, thinking he was going to attack you. But instead, he grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. He was ridiculously strong, and it was making you weak in the knees, though you tried not to show it.

“Let me go,” you hissed, trying to use your free hand to peel him off of you.

But Joel was stronger, grabbing your other wrist and holding both of them in one of his meaty hands. The other hand dropped his knife, pushing you until your back hit the wall of an apartment building. He towered over you, pinning your body to the brick as he used his free hand to wrestle your knife out of your grip.

“I said, let me go.”

But your voice was weaker, wavering with the wave of arousal that washed over you with Joel’s strong body pinning yours.

“I don’t think you really mean that, girl,” he mutters before smashing his lips against yours.

You squeaked in surprise before responding in kind, kissing him like you wanted to steal the breath from his very lungs. The hand gripping your wrists moved them upwards, pinning them above your head as Joel continued to kiss you harshly. Your mind was already spinning, and he was just kissing you.

Joel pulled away from you and released your wrists, “Turn around.”

Even though you wanted to submit to Joel, you didn’t want him to know that. You were one of the strongest smugglers in the business, and despite wanting to get on your knees for him the first time you saw him, you refused to look weak. So, you shook your head stubbornly, standing your ground.

He glared at you, “Not gonna ask again. Turn. Around.”

“Make me.”

He clenched his jaw again, grabbing you roughly and spinning you around, pressing your front against the cold brick. You gasped softly at his show of strength, feeling warmth growing between your thighs.

“Such a fuckin brat,” Joel muttered, and you heard his belt buckle clink, “gonna have to fuck that out of you.”

You whimpered softly, the stubbornness suddenly fading away as your arousal grew. You needed Joel to take you.

“Take off your pants.”

This time, you listened, unbuttoning your jeans and dragging down the zipper. Joel groaned audibly when you shoved them down your ankles along with your panties, exposing your ass to him.

“Such a sexy fuckin ass,” he slapped each of your cheeks harshly, making you squeal.

“J-joel, please,” you gasped as he ran his fingers teasingly through your wet folds.

You could feel him smirk behind you, “So fuckin wet. Who’s it for?”

“Y-you, Joel. For you.”

“Damn right it is,” he growled before stuffing his length into your pussy.

You cried out in pain and pleasure. You had always imagined he was big, and even though you hadn’t seen his cock, you could certainly feel that you were correct. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, setting a punishing pace right from the get-go. You moaned his name again, and he slapped his hand over your mouth.

“I told you to shut up. Someone’s gonna catch us if you keep bein so damned loud.”

You couldn’t cover up the way you whimpered into his hand at the thought.

He chuckled darkly, “Oh, so you’d like that? Fuckin slut.”

His other hand grabbed your hip, keeping you as steady as possible underneath his powerful thrusts. Your mind was fuzzy, moaning Joel’s name into his hand. Even though it was muffled, he could hear you clearly.

“Love hearin you moan my name, girl,” he groaned, “thought about this for so long. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve come with your name on my lips.”

You sobbed at that, your own nights spent rubbing your clit with Joel’s face swimming in your mind coming to your memory.

“You though of me like that before, girl?”

You nodded and you felt him smirk behind you, “Yeah? Wanted this old man to pound your perfect pussy?”

You nodded again, whining a muffled “please” into his hand.

“What you beggin for, slut? Need to come for me?”

You couldn’t answer. His cock pistoning in and out of you took every word out of your mouth.

Joel chuckled again, “It’s okay. I know what you need. Pussy’s squeezin me so fuckin tight, know you need to come. Need you to hold your hand over your mouth now.”

You did as he said, clamping your hand over your mouth as soon as his left it. His thick fingers approached your cunt, and Joel rubbed your clit with a single stroke. That was all it took to have you sobbing, your orgasm crashing over you in waves that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

He pulled out of you, “Get on your knees, girl. Can’t cum in that cunt so I will in that pretty little mouth.”

You listened, your knees scratching the hard ground as you opened your mouth for him. Now you got your first look at his cock, and your mouth watered. It was fucking huge. Joel gave his cock a few teasing strokes, relishing in your desperation.

“Please, Joel,” you begged, “need your cock.”

He smirked, “Then take it.”

He stuffed his cock between your lips, and you whined, eyes falling shut as his length filled your throat and you tasted yourself on him.

Joel reached down and harshly gripped your chin, “Open your eyes while I cum in your pretty mouth.”

You wrenched your eyes open, tears pricking your vision as he roughly used your mouth for his pleasure.

“Shit, baby, gonna cum.”

That was all the warning you got before he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, moaning at the salty taste hitting your tongue. You opened your mouth for him when he pulled out, showing that you swallowed every drop. Joel pulled you to your feet and kissed you once more, this one a bit less animalistic, but still not what you’d call sweet.

He pulled away and said, “I’ll cut you a deal. You join up with me and Tess instead of stealing our clients, and I’ll fuck you like that as often as you’d like.”

You didn’t need any time to think about that one, “Deal.”

[thepenultimateword]

Hard fingers crushed Bryony's arms, yanking, dragging, bruising, and finally shoving her downwards. Her knees hit the floor so hard they throbbed. Why were there marble floors in a study? Who had the right to be this ridiculously wealthy? She fixed her eyes on the veins of grey cutting through the white, half because she doubted the guards would let her look at the master of house so casually, and half because she didn't dare to. The stupidity of her actions was already sinking in with a heavy helping of embarrassed dread.

"My lord Baron," one of the guards said, tightening his fist around Bryony's arm. "We found this thing lurking around the grounds.

"A woman from the village?" came a rich, honied voice. The words seemed to glide with an almost uncanny smoothness. She fought a shudder.

The other guard grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched back her head, hooking his gloved index finger under her top lip to expose two clearly elongated fangs. "We think she's from one of the clans in the wood."

Bryony blinked up at the figure in front of her, half-shadowed by the sun streaming through the window at his back. Even leaned back on his desk as he was his stature was tall, tall, tall. Lycan were always busting out of their clothes, but this was impressive, maybe more so because his clothes were so perfectly tailored to his massive size. Ac couple button winked braggingly from his waistcoat, snug but not tight across his great broad chest. Her eyes traveled from the fitted sleeves with their gracefully buttoned cuffs to the trouser ends tailored right at... Bryony blinked harder. The baron's shoes were weird. More of a wrap than an actual shoe. As she scrutinized the dark cloth and leather, trying to understand the strange shape, something swished along the floor. She leaped a little in the guards' grip and perhaps misinterpreting the movement as a tug for escape, one of them gave her gruff shake. Her eyes jostled in their sockets, but as her head stilled again, her gaze immediately went back to the spot on the floor behind the baron's feet. The bushiest, sleekest, longest-haired tail she'd ever seen brushed the marble.

"You may release her."

"My Lord Baron," a guard protested. "To release such a creature would be a risk to your safety. Especially if it is at its full power.”

Bryony slowly raised her gaze from the tail to the baron’s shadowed face. Her breath caught in her throat. Baron Pell Wulfhelm. Maybe she should have taken that surname more literally. His fur fluffed over his cravat but was sleeked back along his head and face, obviously just as maintained as the tail. The snout was shorter than what she’s seen on wolves in the wood, but there wasn’t much other disparity except the eyes, a warm, human cognac brown rather than the typical yellow, orange, or amber.

Maybe she made a face because Wulfhelm grinned down at her, in doing so baring all his pearly fangs.

"She doesn’t look particularly well-fed to me. Release her.”

The guards broke under the second order; the hold abruptly lifted, and Bryony fell forward onto her hands.

“What is a vampire doing trespassing on Wulfhelm property? My guards think you’re here for me.” He fluffed the fur on one cheek. “I wouldn’t blame you. However, the unconventional manner of your break-in raises some doubts.”

“What break-in?” Bryony said, a little more snarly than intended. “I came up the walk like any other civilized person.”

“My point exactly. No self-respecting vampire would let themselves be caught if they didn't want to be. Especially not without putting up a fight. Not to mention you arrived in broad daylight, putting you at a serious disadvantage.”

“I was going for submissive. Like you said, you would have been suspicious otherwise.”

Wulfhelm circled around his desk and plopped down his chair. “Fair enough. So. Why are you here?"

Bryony slowly rose to her feet, watching the guards out of the corner of eye. They tensed, but as Wulfhelm remained relaxed, they made no move to grab her "I'm looking for a job. People say you're not picky about employees.”

One of the guards scoffed. “What sort of job would Baron Wulfhelm have for a parasite like you?”

Wulfhelm waved him off. "Why?"

Bryony frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You come from one of the clans, don't you? That's not me making assumptions, it's just facts. Your society revolves around hunting the humans; their lives revolve around hunting you in return. There is no foreseeable reason why you would leave the wood and the safety of your clan--something I assume you've done more than once if you've been talking to 'people'--to come here. I cannot benefit you in any way as I’m not willing to open my or anyone else’s veins for you.”

Bryony took a defiant step forward, fangs flashing as she snarled, “I never expected you to! And I don’t need ‘safety’! I don't know if you've ever seen a clan up close, but it's hell! So if it doesn't make any difference to you, I'd like a job!"

A pair of hands clamped on her left arm, and she had to fight the urge to whirl around and bite the guard responsible. "We'll remove her immediately, my lord baron," he said, an air of barely veiled disgust in his voice.

Don't. Don't. Don't.

His pulse beat loud and rapid behind her, excited on power and devotion. She sank her fangs into the inside of her cheeks instead. Why was this happening now? Just because she was emotional? She'd thought she'd gotten the hang of control, but she'd have to try a lot harder if she wanted to remain outside the wood.

Wulfhelm's gaze seemed to burn into her as the second guard grabbed her right arm. Did he see? Did he know?

“I am in need of a new attendant," he said suddenly, causing both guards to freeze mid-step.

Bryony blinked. "Attendant?"

Wulfhelm examined his nails. "Taking care of my clothes, my hair, my food, and other personal duties.”

Bryony blinked again, slowly registering the position. The guards must have processed it at about the same speed because it took them a couple seconds to explode in protest.

"My Lord Baron!"

"Please, for your own safety--"

“Isn’t that the sort of job for another man?” Bryony said.

Wulfhelm shrugged, long tail swishing up into his lap where he brushed through it nonchalantly with his fingers. “Man, woman, I don’t really care. No one can take their eyes off me anyway."

He shot her a knowing look, though Bryony figured it was hard to keep your eyes off any man covered from head to toe in fur not to mention graced with a wolf's head.

She jerked out of the guards' grip with an ease that, for a split second, made them shy back, and stepped right up to Wulfhelm's desk. "You must have other options."

Let's see..." Wulfhelm tapped his chin with one clawed finger. "I don’t trust you around the livestock, you are unable to taste the cooking, I doubt you have any skill in accounting, you're aversion to sunlight makes you unfit for gardening, and my library is already well-attended. My guards would be sorely displeased with me if I put a strange vampire among their ranks, and frankly, I don't trust this not to be a trap, so I'd rather not give you access to my security. I suppose I could offer you a maid position but it involves polishing quite a bit of silver.”

Bryony's mind raced for some other position. Nightwatch? No, he said he didn't want her as security. Ratcatcher? Was that a job here? She didn't know what work looked like in a mansion. In the clan, it was just whatever needed doing, and even then it depended on one's position in the hierarchy. Things must be different here if Wulfhelm allowed so many people from the village to be his employees. Though it was strange he would offer such a personal position to a stranger, one he didn't trust at that.

Suddenly it struck her. This was a rejection. Wulfhelm didn't actually want her as an attendant; he expected her to refuse. That way he could get rid of her without any conflict. Well, if he thought getting rid of her was that easy, he had another thing coming.

“I’ll take the attendant position.” No sooner was it out of her mouth than a heavy pit lodged in her gut, half regret, half anticipation. She didn't know anything about attending a baron. She hadn't ever been allowed near her people's gentry and even if she had, it was nothing like this. But still, this might be her way out.

She looked to Wulfhelm for his reaction, but rather than looking surprised or upset, he seemed...completely unbothered. Like he couldn't have cared less either way.

"Good." He swished his tail back to the floor and rose to his feet. "Because you are my special employee, I'll give you your first day tour, but after that you'll have to get along on your own."

“My lord,” one of the guards protested as Wulfhelm strode past him. “I don’t think it’s safe to have such a creature so close to you at all times.”

"If you are concerned, Sarian, it's your job to see me protected. Take more precautions if you must. But I assure you, I'll be quite safe. Come along, Miss..."

Bryony hurried after him, just a little bit dazed. "Bryony. Just Bryony."

The guards moved to follow as well, but Wulfhelm held up a clawed hand to stop them. "You may return to your posts."

"But the vampire--"

"I don't think I need a guard to protect me from my own personal attendant. Do I, Bryony?"

She shivered at the attentiveness in his gaze, along with the sudden use of her name. He probably didn't know how uncommon that was amongst her kind. "No."

"You see?" With that, Wulfhem was gone, and Bryony, head ducked down, exited the study several steps behind. The baron didn't look back to see if she was still following, but he talked at the air ahead of him like she was. "We'll only cover the main rooms you'll be frequenting. No need to see every bedroom and parlor in this old place. And you may explore the gardens more fully at night when you've finished your evening duties with me. I'll be sure to tell the guards to leave you alone. I'll ask Ronan, my steward, to instruct you on your duties, and tomorrow we'll get your clothes sorted. You're tailoring appointment and the first two sets of clothes are out of the household account, but after that, any personal clothing choices or uniform replacements will come out of your pocket. Oh, you'll receive a stipend of 2 silver pieces per month. This is the main sitting room."

He waved through an open door at a large, pale-yellow room with plush white carpet a fireplace, and several chairs and sofas. "Mainly for attending guests." He continued on down the hall. "Anyway, I'll give you the rest of the day to settle in, but I do expect you to start immediately. My last attendant quit on me quite suddenly and it's been rather a pain finding another. That's the library." This time Wulfhelm only gestured to a large polished door. "You probably won't need to tend to me much while I'm in there, but you are welcome to read any of the books in your off-time."

"You're trusting me to just wander around?" Bryony interjected before he could start on another long rant.

"Until that trust is broken, yes."

"But it thought you didn't..." She frowned at him. "Why? This all seems too easy."

He stopped his speedy step, long enough to turn toward her. "It's a blend of things. I'm desperate for a new attendant. I don't feel like you're here to hurt anyone. I think your presence could be advantageous."

She cocked her head. "Advantageous?"

"Never mind that. I'll show you the kitchens next. I'm sure we can arrange something with the cooks to keep you fed. You can drink from other sources besides humans, correct?"

Bryony bristled. "Of course I can!"

Wulfhelm clearly knew nothing of the clans. If he did, he'd know that a vampire of her station was forbidden from partaking of the "superior source."

"Very good. I'd hate to lose any of my employees or fall prey myself."

Again, so nonchalant. This wasn't some giant trick, was it? A way to move her willingly to a prison cell?

Baron Wulfhelm didn't seem particularly conniving, and his reputation in the villages was good. But that was for humans. Mortals. Bryony was of the very spawn that his family had banished centuries ago. She would probably do well to keep her guard up while she was here. But that didn't change that she had little choice but to trust the baron was being honest. She couldn't afford to return to the clans.

"With focus, Miss Bryony, you're going to walk this route on your own tomorrow."

Bryony jolted back to attention, quickly blinking in the massive kitchen in front of her, full of bronzy ovens, long tables, and bustling chefs. Upon noticing the baron they bowed their head briefly before continuing on with their work.

"You will come here first thing in the morning to collect my breakfast, then bring it to my quarters. That's where we'll be going next. The most important part of the tour: my rooms."

No, Wulfhelm certainly did not act like a man luring her into a trap. From his steady heartbeat to his confident voice, she detected no deception. Perhaps he really was just as kind as the villagers said. Maybe from now on...things could be different.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Less Misery, More Company

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Warnings/Notes: fluff, implied smut, slight angst, implied past masturbation, mentions of alcohol, cursing, flirty Jake, spelling mistakes i’m sure.

So my life kind of fell apart over the last month and I have written very little. I finally got back to it but I’m still trying to get back into my writer’s flow. This is not my best work, at least from my point of view, but I did my best under the circumstances, so I hope some of you like it anyway. I’m actually very nervous to post this. Like heart-pounding nervous. 

To those who made requests, I finally have a bit of time to start tackling them again so thank you for being patient.

Words: 3706

Requested: Yes

“You really want me to be miserable, don’t you, sweetheart?”

That not-so-simple question threw a hefty wrench in your so-far very peaceful day.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be one hundred percent pissed off about it. There was something irritatingly melodic about the way Jake Seresin spoke. His voice was neither too hard nor too soft; pitch neither too high nor too low. His words strung together in such a seamless way that you couldn’t help but be drawn in. His voice was a call to beckon you closer, with defining notes you could pick up on if in relatively the same space as you. But that didn’t mean you found him any less annoying than he consistently proved himself to be, and his question, which threw the pebble that cracked your expert concentration, only solidified that.

You didn’t look up from the tenth lime you were cutting into wedges from behind the bar as he waited patiently for your response. You only sighed, accepting that your last few moments of peace before the bar’s doors opened were going to be snatched up by the blond pilot.  

“Hangma—”

“No, no, I get it,” he leaned forward, bracing his forearms on the bar top directly in front of you, “everyone loves when a hot guy suffers; puts us in our place and reminds the world we’re just like everybody else.”

Your eyes rolled before you could hold back the reaction, but you could see his smile in your peripherals, it bright and unnaturally mesmerizing. Which was exactly why you didn’t glance up. That smile had been a problem from the very second he first flashed it your way. Your knees had nearly buckled that night, heartbeat sputtering uncomfortably behind the wall of your chest. But that feeling immediately defused when he flashed it again at the next nearest woman.

“You don’t have to keep turning me down to make a point, gorgeous.”

Blowing out a deep breath, you grabbed another lime and began slicing. “Wow.”

As if he couldn’t pick up on your obvious distaste for the conversation, he continued. “So, what was it, huh? What brought about this general hostility towards ridiculously attractive men? Did the buff, popular boy ignore the awkward, little wallflower in high school?” His eyes narrowed. “Are you using me as a stand-in to get back at him in sort of twisted, subconscious way?”

You looked up, and you could instantly see his satisfaction at getting you to finally pay him an ounce of attention. “That’s not even remotely close to accurate.”

“Then why not just go out with me? If you do, I’ll make sure to broadcast that you made me work for it and had me on my knees before you agreed. So, you know,” he smirked and lightly slapped the top of bar as he straightened his spine, “everybody wins.”

That forced you to put your knife down, knowing very well that not doing so would have likely placed you in a prison cell for a good long while. “How exactly does everybody win?”

He gave you a look that said nothing short of I’m so glad you asked before he said, “Well, I get to be with you and you get to tell people I’m a beggar and not nearly as charming as I think I am, even though we both know that’s not true.”

“Those are not equal in value. Why would I willingly go out with you, which heavily requires my emotional investment, when I don’t even have feelings for you?”

“That’s a small detail.”

“Oh, is it?”

“It is when it’s a lie, beautiful,” he said with a smile, “One I’m sure you continuously repeat before you tuck yourself into bed at night as well as when you pour your morning coffee, so that when I walk in here, you don’t slip up from the uncontrollable desire to attack my mouth with yours or rip my clothes off.” Pearly whites continued to shine through curved parted lips. “Either of those I would find acceptable, by the way.”

An irritating shock of panic licked up your spine, traveling throughout your limbs before it settled. His words were too perfect, too correct. Within them contained a daydream you’d given up on long ago. But you knew how he was. You weren’t stupid, and having Jake Seresin’s attention on you didn’t turn you so.

Why that attention was on you, why he bothered to look a little harder at the girl behind the bar after the drinks were already in his hands, was beyond you. Out of anyone else, you seemed to be the person he felt the need to annoy. You knew Jake only wanted one thing from you, and you also knew if you allowed him in, you’d get attached. So you learned to keep him at arms-length, trying not to let his teasing get to you.

You were growing tired of it, really, the shameless flirting. Had it been genuine perhaps you would feel different, but this was not that, and day after day he played this game. However, it didn’t go over your head that you could be as sly as he was if you decided to exercise that skill. You could play the teasing game too, so why not?

Filling your hands with the lime wedges, you turned to place them in their clear plastic container. “You know what, Hangman,” you said, securing the lid tight, “you’re right.”

You smiled to yourself and walked around the bar towards him, only stopping when barely a foot stood between you. That unshakable smirk was still perfectly in place, but his eyes held a little less of that confidence. As they scanned over your face you could tell he was quickly trying to understand your next move before you made it.

You brushed your fingers against his in a feather-light touch making each of his long digits twitch in response. Like magnets, when you moved your hand a millimeter away, his followed, chasing. But it was the moment when he attempted to intertwine your fingers that damned him. He wanted more, and you knew you had him wrapped around your pinky.

A sweet sigh passed your lips as you leaned into him, chests matching from the rise and fall of inhales and exhales, body heats forming a warm haze around you both. Other than your playful fingertips, no other part of your skin connected with his, despite his clear desire to have it be otherwise.

“I am so…desperate for you,” you spoke slowly. His fiery gaze snapped to your lips as you licked them then gently nibbled on the bottom one before releasing it. “You couldn’t even begin to understand what I go through to keep myself in control.”

You dared to run an index finger up the length of his bare forearm, tracing the pulsing vein. Your heartbeat mimicked the rapid thumping under his skin.

His adam's apple bobbed harshly in his throat. “Y/N—”

“Don’t.” You shook your head. “Just listen.”

That finger moved to fiddle with one of the buttons of his shirt, then continued up the line of his neck, along the curve of his jaw, until you reached his mouth. You slowly swiped the pad of your finger over his lips. The heat of his hand echoed at your waist, not quite making it through the fabric of your blouse from him not quite touching you.

“I’ve wanted to tell you how I feel,” you continued, “but I didn’t know if I could. I didn’t think you would take me seriously.” You turned your head away in false shyness before letting the confidence overtake you. “Now though…now I know I can tell you what I want.”

You took your hand away and inched your body to his until the space that lived between you suffocated into nonexistence. Your chin lifted as his face tilted down towards yours.

“Jake, I want…” you swallowed.

“Tell me,” he whispered.

Your lips were so close to his. So close you couldn’t tell how much you would need to move to actually connect them. You could forget your plan now, kiss him if wanted to. He’d never have to know your original intentions.

“I want you to…to…” Your eyelashes fluttered.

His lips parted, ready to accept yours as you planted your hands on his chest, fingers splaying across the span of muscle. One of his palms landed on top of yours.

“…to go fuck yourself,” you said, shoving him hard enough that he stumbled back a bit.

Your laugh bounced around the empty space. You were nearly doubled over, so much in a fit of giggles that you didn’t notice the fallen expression on his face.

“That’s not funny, Y/N.”

“Oh, come on, Hangman. You’re always messing with me.”

“Yea,” he said, rubbing at the back of his neck, “sure.”

His voice coated you in discomfort. You’d never heard that tone from him. Cockiness, arrogance, pure sex—that often spilled from his mouth like some creamy, velvety dream, despite whatever irritating words he actually spoke. But pain was what was before you now, unmistakable as it slipped through the narrow space between his downturned lips. It completely froze you through and through, and you couldn’t move to be able to stop him from walking out the front door of the bar.

 -----

“And she finally joins!”

You half-heartedly chuckled at Rooster’s shouting as he raised his glass in the air, amber-colored alcohol sloshing over the rim onto Coyote’s lap, who angrily shoved his tipsy teammate in the shoulder.

Your shift at the bar felt agonizingly long, longer knowing how Jake had reacted to your teasing only hours before. You hoped he would’ve gotten over it by the time you were off and come into the bar with everyone else as always, but as you quickly scanned the area for the blond, you couldn’t deny the disappointment that sank into your gut at his absence.

“Where’s Hangman?” you asked, awkwardly shoving your hands into the back pockets of your jeans.

“Probably trying to glue the pieces of his heart back together.”

Your head shot to Fanboy in time to see Phoenix elbow him hard in the side and mutter some curses that had the man shrinking slightly in his seat.

“What!” You snapped.

Payback took a sip of his beer then said, “You did a real number on him, sweetheart. We don’t know what you said, but whatever it was, it hit him where it hurt.”

Your jaw slackened and you felt your knees go weak. Your ass would have hit the floor had Coyote not pulled out a chair for you to plop down into. Arms overlapping on the table in front of you, you dropped your head to rest on the backs of your stacked wrists, and a groan pushed up your throat and out of your mouth.

“Hon, it’s ok,” Phoenix cooed as she rubbed back and forth across the width of your back. “Hard as it may be for him to accept, you can’t control how you feel.”

Your head rose, eyebrows scrunched in pure confusion. “I don’t get it. I mean…since…when? How long has he felt like this?”

“Well, it’s been a while,” Rooster began, “I mean, I don’t remember the exact night he got hammered and spilled his undying love for you in a drunken slur, but it certainly wasn’t yesterday.”

“Oh, my God.”

“Yea. You’re lovely, kid; Smart, funny, beautiful—all that good stuff, but you’re as dense as an overbaked cake.”

Phoenix sighed. “Rooster.”

“I say it with love.”

“You really had no idea?” Coyote asked.

“No!” You let out a huff as you slouched back in your chair. “He hasn’t acted the slightest bit different from the day we met. How was I supposed to know he was serious?”

Even with that justification, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any better about what had happened between you and Jake earlier. Something about the way he looked before walking out the door only served to reassure you that, despite not knowing how he felt, you were in the wrong here. Even had he only wanted to get you into bed, did that mean your attempt at such a joke was actually humorous in any way? Did you really expect him to shrug it off without an emotional response? Or worse, did you think he would laugh along with you?

Not a single one of those questions had a realistic answer that would satisfy you and curb your guilt.

Your hand ran down your face. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

Bob shrugged his shoulders. “You could talk to him,” he returned, lips around the straw sticking out from his glass soda bottle.

“There’s no way he wants to see me.”

“Of course, he does,” Rooster said, leaning forward. “I mean, he may not admit it to anyone, because, you know, pride and all. But he wants to see you every second of every day. This won’t change that.”

“That can’t be true.”

Coyote snorted and threw an arm around your shoulders. “Honey, we live with him. He says your name eighteen times a day—”

“Minimum,” Phoenix mumbled.

“—And,” Coyote continued, shooting Phoenix a look at the interruption, which she chuckled off, “Not only is he saying your name, but if you’re unlucky enough to walk by his room at night he’s moaning it, too.”

The rest of the team groaned in unison as Coyote smirked at you.

“God, that I am getting sick of,” Payback added, shaking his head.

Fanboy slammed his empty glass down on the table. “Oh, you’re getting sick of it? I’m the one who shares a wall with him!”

Rooster tilted his head side to side in consideration. “That’s fair.”

“True,” Phoenix answered.

Bob snickered. “I forgot about that.”

“Because you’re all the way down the hall, Bobby,” Fanboy snapped.

“Hey, I share his wall, too,” Coyote said, “Although I don’t really hear him anymore. I’ve learned to block it out.” He looked to you and patted your shoulder. “No offense to you of course, sweetheart. I love you as much as the rest of us—well, excluding Hangman. He’s got us all beat there."

 -----

“Which door?”

“That one.” Rooster pointed at one of the gray slabs in the center of the wall on your left. “Now listen here, young lady, you tell anyone—”

“I know, I know,” you held up your hands in mock surrender. “If anyone asks, I’ve never been here before in my life. I got lost somehow. I’m drunk and I stumbled upon this base.”

“Good girl.”

You smiled at the praise and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you, Roose.”

“No problem, kid.”

Then he was gone. Likely back to the bar with the rest of them, as he should be. Your friends’ jobs were no joke, and they needed the break after work. The opportunity to unwind was well owed.

Stepping forward, you took a deep breath. Your fingers anxiously pulled at the hem of your t-shirt, then they curled into a fist and you rose your hand to knock. And knock. And knock again without answer.

“Jake,” you whispered through the barrier keeping you from him. But nothing.

You sighed, leaning your forehead against the door. A piece of you—a sliver, really—wondered what the hell you were doing, why you were bothering when without a doubt in your mind Jake would turn you away, if he spoke a word to you at all. But the rest of you knew exactly why you were here, waiting for any hint or whisper of a sound on the other side of that door.

Suddenly, your weight fell forward, nothing but the dry, thin air to hold you up. Or so you thought, until your body was smacking into a wall of muscle. You cursed as strong arms wrapped around your form.

“What the hell?”

“Jake!”

He stood you up straight. Rough palms cupping your cheeks forced your eyes to meet. He blinked hard a few times, shook his head a little, and blinked again. His index finger and thumb cautiously grabbed a small section of your hair and rubbed it between the pads before brushing those loose strands behind your ear.

“Ok,” he said, a bit of curiosity in his tone, “you’re really here.”

Nodding, you replied, “I’m here.”

Jake stared with suspicion. You couldn’t blame him. Had he shown up at your door an hour before what started the next day you’d have been just as confused, likely a little pissed.

“Can I come in?”

Without response or hesitation, he moved to the side, allowing you to brush against tanned, bare skin before taking in your surroundings. There wasn’t much to the room. Plain furniture, dull lighting, a few books on the nightstand. It was simply there to serve one purpose. But the pale color of the walls and the dark, laminate flooring birthed a chill that a dozen blankets couldn’t shield you from. Jake deserved more. He deserved warmth and a body in his bed to wrap his arms around, and something to call home, which, according to your friends, Jake had sworn he found in you.

You turned and faced him. “Jake, I—”

“How did you get in here?”

Your airway seized at the dryness of his tone. “Um…Rooster,” you squeezed out. A dead beat passed, but receiving no reaction, you continued. “Jake, I’m sorry.”

Large arms crossed in front of a larger chest, a slight pout forming on those lips; a petulant child in the form of the man you were so desperate to have forgive you. “I don’t care.”

“I care.”

“You’re only sorry because you think you hurt me, and your conscience can’t take it. You’re not sorry because you didn’t mean it.”

That deflated any optimism left in your body and you resisted the will of your shoulders slumping. If he truly believed you didn’t care then maybe you were fucked. Maybe you missed your opportunity to not just apologize but to have him as your own the way you knew he had wanted you.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Again, he didn’t respond. He didn’t react anywhere except in the eyes which shown in a quick flash of protest, but it was gone within the half-second, concealed by a practiced expression of military sternness. He clearly wasn’t begging you to stay, but neither was he shoving you out the door. Ok, baby steps.

“I never thought you were serious,” you said, debating whether to take a step toward him, but the fear of him backing further away from you squashed the impulse. “I thought you only wanted to sleep with me.”

“Who says that isn’t the case?”

“Rooster, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote, Phoe—”

He groaned, running his hand down his face. His other hand rested on his hip. “I’m surrounded by fucking traitors. I swear, if I wasn’t forced to work with them—”

You kissed him then, lips meeting in a soft press, because Fuck baby steps.

“Do you love me?” you asked the moment you pulled away for a breath.

His irritation dissipated and he almost looked…shy, though you could hardly believe it. His head turned as if to avoid your stare, then he swallowed hard and nodded.

“Then show me,” you whispered, leaning forward to press your lips to his jawline. You continued those kisses slowly, gently down to his neck. “Show me, Jake.” You licked the words into his skin.

You sensed the slightest hesitation. Brief, but there. Then you sucked a little at sensitive skin and a strangled moan tumbled forth. Vice-like fingers firmly grasped your waist, twisted you in place, and pushed you onto the bed.

 -----

“What do you want from this?” he asked as he ran his fingers through your hair.

Your head rested on his chest, but you rose to look at him, lifting your body with a hand pushing down on his pec. The fingers in your hair moved to your spine in a barely tamed motion, keeping your form against his as if you might be rising to leave his bed. But unless he kicked you out of it, not a chance would you untangle yourself from his sheets.

Y/E/C eyes met his green, both sets of eyebrows scrunching a bit at the center. He had no idea what you would say and you could see it plastered across his face. You hadn’t proven to be trustworthy, and clearly your actions and thoughts didn’t aid in showing how you felt, so with conviction you said, “You.”

He shook his head, brushing his hair back with his free hand. “I meant after tonight.”

“Still you, Jake.”

“How?”

“Huh?”

“In what way?”

Rapid-fire questions. Not everyone’s favorite type of interrogation, or no, not interrogation you realized, drilling. He was drilling you like a sergeant with a softer voice, but you supposed it was fair enough.

Leaning down, you kissed him, your hand resting on his cheek, his holding onto the back of your head. Jake had told you he loved you, five times by your count while he had been inside of you, perhaps more, but every thrust—sharp, deep, shallow, or soft—fuzzed your brain far too much to remember accurately. From that, you knew the truth. Despite the twisted game you played, which, for other men that might have been enough to drop all intentions of a future together, Jake still wanted you, and you were willing to give that man everything.

He chuckled deeply at the little nip you gave his bottom lip, and when you separated he pressed a long kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not going to break your heart, Jake,” you swore. “You’re mine now.”

He reached over and grabbed the back of your thigh to pull over his waist. Your body followed until you were straddling him, your breasts smushed against his chest. As he had when you first stepped into his room, Jake tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear. “I’ve always been yours, honey,” he said.

“And now I’m yours, Jake.”

 tags: @marvel-ousnesss​ @thespeeder​ @nobody7102​ @marrianena​ @fangirlingoverfangirls​ @blue-aconite​ @my-soulmate-is-mycroft​ @dempy​ @chaoticassidy​ @alana4610​ @hotch-meeeeeuppppp​ @dracosluvbot​ @smoothdogsgirl​ @smit41​

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𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢!𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗;

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚜. ❞

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: eren x f!reader, slight jean x f!reader

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: mdni!! smut!!

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: tiny bit of angst (a breakup), eren is possessive just how i like him, light dom/sub dynamics, dirty talking, kinda rough sex?, ass play (f receiving), doggy style, aftercare, lil bit of fluff <3

𝚠𝚌: 2.5k

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: this is part two for gross! <3 check that out first for more context in this fic. i hope you enjoy my lovelies <3

𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜!

"you fucking didn't."

the words cut over eren's music, leaking into the room from the door that swung itself right open. eren hummed and peeked up from his place on the floor, caught in a half curled sit-up position.

pissed was an understatement. jean was livid. eren could practically spy steam pouring out of his roommates ears -- his brow furrowed, jaw clenched, fingers tight across the door. eren bit back the slyest grin, instead choosing to feign confusion. "what?"

jean wrenched the door open further, letting himself right in. he swung a decisive kick and caught eren's leg, enough to throw him off from his little workout but not enough for actual damage.

"hey! dude, what's your pro--"

"you're a fucking scumbag."

caught staring up at him, eren's face screwed up into a look of hurt. he swiped some hair away from his face and clamored to his feet. "scumbag? dude, what are you talking about? why are you so pissed off?" eren paused the music, dipping them into relative silence until jean grumbled again, his eyes like daggers over his shirtless roommate. "like you don't know what the fuck i'm talking about." jean hissed.

eren knew. of course he did; it was the highlight of his month, his new favorite memory to replay before bed; what he didn't know, however, was how jean knew. did you tell him? what exactly did you say?

eren's choked silence gave way to a wry smile, followed by a shrug of the shoulders as he adjusted the gym shorts hanging loosely on his hips. words bubbled on his tongue, scathing, almost as heated as the glare that bored through him.

"you were on a break."

"you really said that?" it was hard to decipher your tone -- caught somewhere between astonished and maybe a little amused. you dabbed some antiseptic over a thin cut that stretched over eren's cheekbone. he chuckled, watching his own fingers fiddle with a small washcloth you told him to hold for you. "no wonder he beat the shit out of you."

"he didn't," the brunette piped in quickly, "we both got a few licks in before connie came hauling ass from the living room. didn't know he was there."

you rolled your eyes and tossed the cotton round into your bathroom trash bin. eren leaned back against the counter, looking down at you with a scuffed but generally pleased face. "men are ridiculous," you sighed, "too much testosterone for your own good." to which eren scoffed.

"as if women are any better."

shooting him a surprised look over your shoulder, you padded down the hall and into your kitchen. eren trailed along behind you lazily. "you don't see me beating up your sister, do you?"

and he blew a raspberry under his breath.

right, mikasa.

it wasn't even her fault, really, you knew that just as well as eren did. she couldn't be to blame for your ex-boyfriend's flippant feelings, some deep rooted emotions he'd apparently put off dealing with for far too long. it all came out to you in a waterfall, with jean spilling and splitting apart at the seams in an epic bout of word-vomit, clinging to your hands and laying his forehead over your lap as he kneeled before you. from your position on the edge of the bed, he seemed so small, so tattered by his own feelings that he poured out to you -- but no matter how many times he apologized, it hurt all the same.

which, admittedly, confused you. it confused eren, too, when you explained all this bullshit while nursing his busted lip and scraped cheek.

had you not just rode him into the goddamn sunset just a week ago? and you were upset by jean having feelings for someone else?

but, in all honesty, he could deal with the confusion, the muddled reasonings and maybes and what-ifs. he knew what it was like to feel some type of way and know you probably shouldn't.

"so, if you're here, where's jean?" you pried, looking a little forlorn as you propped yourself against the kitchen island. eren shrugged and drug a hand through his chocolate locks. his knuckles burned, little scrapes stinging across the pronounced bones. "probably somewhere with connie, i dunno. he was pretty pissed." and he flicked his cool gaze over your form.

maybe some would consider him a bad friend, doing what he did. but eren was familiar with yet another rather fitting saying: play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

jean fucked around with your feelings like an idiot, and before the first punch was even thrown, he won the worst prize of them all -- the knowledge that eren jaeger came in his girlfriend. it was a fact the brunette couldn't help but throw out in the heat of the moment, the nail in the proverbial coffin that all but guided jean's fist into his jaw. he didn't mention that little tidbit in his retelling to you, though. that little gem was just for him and his own smug satisfaction.

was it worth it? and was he really a piece of shit for it?

yes, and, most likely, yes again.

but it didn't matter. eren honestly couldn't care less how jean felt about it all. he did, against his better judgement, eye you curiously. how did you feel about everything? he found himself gliding closer, saddling up at your side and stroking your hair with nimble fingers. you laid your forehead onto the cool granite, allowing him to pamper you for just a moment.

"he asked to get back together, y'know." you mumbled, barely audible from the pile of emotional exhaustion you crumpled into. eren continued to pet you, surprisingly gentle, almost like he would a cat -- but he didn't say anything. it wasn't like him not to run his mouth, so you continued, "that's when i told him. it just kind of... slipped out. i was mad, i... it was fucked up." and you picked your head up, looking so pitiful as he gazed down at you. "i fucked up."

but eren bristled. "no, you didn't."

"i did. i shouldn't have--"

"he shouldn't have led you on. 'take a break,' who the fuck says that? why? to keep you on some leash just in case he changed his mind?" his tone grew harsh, solid. a certain bitterness seeped from his words, not toward you, but you felt it regardless. "i don't even do that shit, and i'm-- i'm a scumbag."

his shoulders were so tense, you could see the taut muscles peeking out from his tank top. eren stared a hole straight through your fridge. it was obvious there was a lot running through his mind, more than he'd probably be willing to admit, so you sniffed, composing yourself enough to lay a steadier hand over his forearm.

you didn't need to say much. he could feel it through your fingertips.

and eren, despite the anger radiating from his form, scooped you into his arms, crushing you against his torso. your cheek smushed into his chest, your arms didn't know where to land initially, but he didn't care. he buried his nose in your hair, taking a deep breath and squeezing his eyes shut.

the next time you saw jean kirstein, there was a fading shadow of some murky yellow color bordering his right eye. the bruise greeted you before he did, his mouth falling open but words failing to catch up. he kept his gaze firmly on your face. you were still beaded in water from the shower. it felt like an eternity, just staring at each other in a very thick bout of silence. when he finally spoke, though, standing slumped in your apartment building hallway, he surprised you.

"i don't need to come in," he breathed, "i just wanted to tell you something."

and you blinked. leaned against the doorframe, rested your head against it as if you were already weary. "what is it?"

jean swallowed. he looked so tired, bags heavy under his eyes like cinderblocks. it made your heart hurt, and you hated that.

"i wasn't fair to you. i wasn't good to you, at the end. but he won't be good to you, either." jean let his gaze roll over your face, then dip back to glance into your living room behind you, an almost nostalgic look in his eye. cataloguing, filing it away. "i just think you could do better than guys like us." his hand found its way against your cheek, swiping away a drop of water with his thumb. so gentle, like always, even after smashing your heart into a million pieces.

and his arm fell, slapping back to his side. he dipped his head.

you didn't say anything. you only watched him leave, staring at his jacket-clad back until he descended the stairs down the hall, bobbing out of sight.

a tense breath pushed out of your chest. your body moved mechanically as you went to shut the door. how odd.

"jeez, how dramatic," rang from your bathroom, floating into the air much like the steam that started to leak out. eren emerged from the haze, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. water dripped from his hair, dribbled down his torso and faded into the fabric. you hated how much you loved it. "'i just think you could do better than guys like us,'" he mocked, scrunching his nose in a look of disgust.

your initial reaction was to roll your eyes. "shut up. at least he admitted he fucked up."

and eren matched your energy, looking so bratty as he all but pouted at you. "yeah, real stand up guy. anyways," he closed the distance between you with ease, putting those long legs to use, "what was i saying?" he grinned, "oh, right." and so effortlessly, his large hand gripped into your hair, tight right at the base of your skull. he tilted your head back to stare right up at him -- your breath caught, your heart hammered, your pupils blew open -- and eren hummed, sounding so pleased with himself. the other hand found your ass over your tightly clutched towel, pulling you into his personal space and stealing yours all at once. "i can be real good to you, if you're good for me."

there's no room to think when eren has his cock stuffed into you. there's no space for heartbreak, nowhere for any anxiety to settle. all you can do is pant and whine and beg, cheek shoved into the mattress with that giant hand of his pressing down on you further and further with every stroke. "y'like it, hm? y'like being wide open for me," he leaned in impossibly further, absolutely closing any space between you; his thrusts stilled, and instead, he gyrated his hips against your ass, dragging his cockhead up and down deep inside your cunt.

and your legs tried to spread wider, your body searched for more, more, more, back arched at an angle you once thought impossible. he was already buried to the hilt, flush against you. your twitching, desperate, silky walls sucked him in, eager for everything he could give. "that's it, baby. so cockhungry. your poor little pussy can't get enough of me." eren pulled his hands back, one gripping your ass and the other laying flat across your lower tummy. he was still rutting against you, a strong pressure pushing against your cervix, but it only amplified when he pressed up with that hand splayed below your belly button. the sensation all but yanked a whine straight out of you, coming out high pitched and almost delirious.

eren straightened a bit behind you. he rocked his hips, working you up and down his shaft like some kind of fleshlight, gaze hungry as he watched himself slide in and out with such ease. your needy cunt stretched around him; you fit like a fucking glove. he couldn't get enough.

"fuck, this pussy's all mine, you hear me?" eren growled, pausing to pull your cheeks apart and spit, making a mess that dribbled from your puckered hole down to his meat. he swirled his thumb around your entrance, eliciting the most fucked out whimpers he'd ever heard. god, he loved all these sounds you couldn't hold back. "say it, who's pussy is this? who's dick are you taking?" he huffed.

your stomach grew so tight you felt like you might snap in half. "yours, yours -- ah!-- all y-yours, 'ren," you couldn't breathe, let alone speak in anything more than squeaks. eren's fucking was overwhelming, a full on assault to the senses, something that made your heart fucking race like no other.

"s'right, you gonna take my cum, pretty girl?" he pressed against your ass, threatening to push inside, making you squeal again, "m'perfect little slut. letting me use you however i want."

whatever this arrangement was with eren, it made you feel filthy. dirty. in the heat of the moment, all you could do was submit, pussy drooling over the thought of him doing what he did best: whatever the hell he felt like.

but in the aftermath, in the post-orgasm haze with your heartbeat slowing and your veins thumping with fleeting adrenaline, you saw parts of eren you weren't sure ever existed before. he worked his strong hands over aching muscles, massaged against your scalp, laid a kiss into your hairline that melted like a popsicle. with every dip of the hormones and chemicals that previously raged in your body, you felt yourself relax into him, submitting not only when a fire lapped between your thighs but also after he had extinguished it for you.

"you alright, babygirl?" eren reentered your bedroom with a glass of water. he looked so good after sex -- in a way you could only describe as casually godlike -- walking around your apartment in nothing but a pair of loose gym shorts.

you offered a lazy smile with half-lidded eyes as he waded over to the edge of the bed. "exhausted." you replied. eren held a wolfish grin. "drink up, then." he tipped your head back with long fingers under your chin and cradled the glass against your lips. if anyone else were around, you'd probably find it embarrassing how easily you listened to the command, how you blinked up at him with doe-eyes and how he stared right back, his gaze clouded with something you didn't quite recognize at the time. eren pulled the glass away after a moment, "better?" and you nodded, melting into his touch. fingers smoothed up your jawline and behind your ear, weaving into your hair firmly. almost wryly, eren grinned down at you, his body slotted between your open legs at the edge of the mattress.

"you're my good girl." he said, voice low but sharp, "my good fucking girl, you understand? i can't fucking stomach the thought of you with another loser like kirstein."

he wasn't much of a prize himself, either, he knew. still, some selfish, perhaps boyish part of him would rather you all to himself.

eren bent, mumbled something incomprehensible into your hair, and kissed your forehead, holding you against him for a moment. some part of you yearned for this, these moments of eren-tinted sweetness sprinkled between otherwise fox-like mannerisms. so you let him hold you, knowing he'd likely be gone by the end of the night, leaving you with muddled thoughts and an empty bed that smelled like two different types of cologne no matter how many times you washed the sheets.

[fallingrealms16]

Sterek Fic Recs PART7 <333

i cannot believe i have read enough sterek fic to be able to make a part 7?!?! It's been over a year and between work and my social life all i do is read, read, read! (special fic recs for @singer7777 at the bottom) well here it is, sterek fic recs part 7, LETS GO

(ps. this is a long post so buckle in)

1. This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam

38K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 190K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.

2. But Then What... by Stoney

24K Words // Chapters: 3/3 // Hits: 182K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him. Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

3. When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope

39K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 156K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year. “We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

4. What To Expect When You're Expecting (A Litter of Sourwolf Puppies) by Brego_Mellon_Nin

17K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 176K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

The Sheriff sighs and plops down in a chair opposite his son. “Stiles, I’m going crazy here. We need to get you to a doctor. You sleep like you’re trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and your eating habits are bizarre! You vomit around the clock and for some reason only the tea your mother used when she was pregnant will get your stomach to settle down for any length of time. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Can werewolves get guys pregnant? I’ve noticed how you look at that Hale kid-” Stiles meeps and flails, sloshing tea down his front. Luckily it’s not scalding anymore, but still hot, so he jumps up and wrenches his shirt off. “God, dad, no! Guys can’t get pregnant, that’s ridiculous, it’s like...” “Like werewolves being real?” his dad questions, deadpan.

5. More Than Biology by DiscontentedWinter

45K Words // Chapters: 13/13 // Hits: 60K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Stiles is a teenaged, unmated omega whose sixteenth birthday is fast approaching. Derek is the beta who loves him, and promises to claim him. And then it all goes to hell.

SPECIAL FIC RECS:

1. The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

163K Words // Chapters: 9/9 // Hits: 74K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!” Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’ “Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind. “Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

2. Whisper Through the Din by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)

38K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 11K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

He wasn’t good at knowing the best thing to say, knowing how to comfort someone. He never had been. That had always been his mom or Laura. He thought of them then, of his mom’s warm eyes and Laura’s thoughtful expression. He remembered that night she’d tucked him into the Camaro, smoke still clinging to their hair and clothes, remembered what she’d said and he thought those words would stick with him until the day he died. He watched Stiles for a long heartbeat; his own head slightly cocked as he listened to Stiles’s heart simmer back from the enraged crescendo it’d worked itself into. When it settled back to something sad and steady, like the vibration on a string instrument, Derek offered an uncertain echo of Laura’s words. “We’ll work this out, Stiles.”

3. This isn’t the OK!Cupid I thought I was signing up for by changez

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//MATURE//

Stiles and Scott are enjoying their relatively quiet life on the East Coast, but everything is turned upside down by the appearance of a very familiar black wolf stalking the nearby woods. A lone hunter forces Derek to make a last second decision to give Stiles the bite to save his life, but the circumstances bring a seemingly fairytale legend to reality. Derek feels remorse for what he’s done to Stiles, but before he can make amends, he’s captured. Stiles will have to come to terms with more than just the bite before it’s too late.

[comfortless]

Call me Jesus, cause it took me almost three days to come back from the dead after you've killed me with that quote. The fact that it was in German too??? I got the book and I was looking through it before I'll start reading it in earnest, and I noticed how Kafka was signing his letters. He started nicely with his full name, and than it became shorter and shorter, just Franz or F, till he straight up switched it to Yours or YOUR F??!?! And then he was the audacity to write "now I'm even losing my name it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours." I can't do this anymore.

Imagining Konig doing something like this. He wouldn't disclose his name straight away but he would encourage you to just call him Konig, even explaining what it means and how he came up with it. You might roll your eyes cause calling himself Konig is a bit cocky and you'll be damned if you call any man king. He just laughs it off and tells you to just call him yours if you don't like his 'name'. (He's the rizzler guys.)

And then it got me thinking about Konig reading to his darling like? That's such a nice way to spend time with someone (+++ that scrumptious little bit that you wrote the other day about him relaxing after coming home.) Imagine making his man read something remotely romantic to you, especially in German. Must you do this to him? Don't you know saying things in your native language feels so much more intimate? >:( He would do it just because you batted your eyelashes and said his voice sounds so much nicer than any audio book available.

I knew I heard that song before but I didn't know where until I went into the comments and someone said it was in AHS!! The atmosphere that song creates🙏 Please accept my humble and slightly inaccurate Konig playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6zF7E91ynXnSIz8y4TQ2XG?si=cSk41EmNRriLsBQeG8Gqtg&pi=e-MIL8IEG8RpWL

To finish things nicely, I have a quote for you from Romanian poet Nichita Stănescu: "Spune-mi, dacă te-aș prinde-ntr-o zi și ți-aș săruta talpa piciorului, nu-i așa că ai șchiopăta puțin, după aceea, de teamă să nu-mi strivești sărutul?" Meaning: "Tell me, if I were to catch you one day And kiss your foot's sole, Isn't it so that you would limp slightly afterwards Out of fear of crushing my kiss?"

Yours 🕷️

that is my favorite part of the book! him giving away himself in the most subtle way: a name… aghh i could go on eternally about how special that is to me. how very König-coded it could be too, he doesn’t have a(n official) name, anyhow! Letters to Melina au where König is simply someone’s lovesick penpal or whatever…?!

of course when you agreed to correspond with this man, you never had any intention of more than bittersweet conversations. you never had any intent to meet, but each letter he sends becomes more heartfelt and heart-wrenching than the last… he regularly adds small words that hold weight: “I miss you”s and “I want to see you” between details of his work, his lonely life.

he’ll even tell you that there’s no one else has ever understood him the way that you seem to… he tells you of the small conversations he’s had with his peers, how they’ve only left him feeling empty. how he pines for you, even sends a sizable check with the hope that you might send a polaroid with your next letter. never mind the fact that when you do there’s a very apparent stain on his response.

he’s ridiculous, possibly even compares himself to Severin in Venus in Furs the way that he just worships you: his Venus. /:

and you have killed me with the thought of him curling up in bed with his love, begrudgingly reading to her in German. it’s not that you even want a translation for the words he speaks, it’s just the sound of his voice, the soft rasp as he drones out the words and the comfort of being tucked so closely to him. his hand lazily pets at your hair, glancing at you with a little grin each time he noticed the way your gaze grows shimmery and adoring… he’s stopped reading the book a long time ago, taking to only tell you in his mother tongue just how special you are to him, how he would kill and die for you. it’s not like you would know any better, anyway!

that playlist though?! Massive Attack, The Cure, Deftones, Type O, Haunt Me, etc…?! are you trying to kill me?! sooo many good songs here!! i actually have a lot of them on my own! <3 humbly offering you this and this!

also that poem?! the way you ended this message?! i am going to sob! little 🕷️, i adore you!

[spicycinnabun]

Leggyman

WC: 625 | Rated: T | on Ao3

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Mickey was on his hands and knees under the sink between the open cupboard doors, only his bottom half visible. 

Fiona had called them that morning and enlisted the help of a handyman. Her kitchen sink was leaking. And, since Mickey was an honorary Gallagher now, he had to fix it for free. He fit the bill perfectly with his dirty wife-beater, tool belt, and brown steel-toed boots.

There was just one problem. 

“Uh… Mick,” Ian said, rubbing his forehead.

Mickey’s right hand briefly appeared and wiggled impatiently in Ian’s direction. “What? Hand me the fuckin’ pipe wrench.” 

Ian grabbed the wrench, leaning down to drop it into Mickey’s waiting palm. “I think we gotta go shopping for some shorts.”

“The hell are you talkin’ about?” Mickey grumbled.

There was some wrenching, then some clanking, some banging, and a few curses. Ian watched Mickey’s ass jiggle with his boisterous movements before he decided to reply.

“How do I put this delicately? I can see—”

A sharp, catcalling whistle cut Ian off as Fiona breezed into the kitchen. 

Mickey jolted, bumping his head on the underside of the sink. “Fuck!”

“Nice buns,” she commented, grinning as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and twisted open the cap. 

Ian crossed his arms and tried to keep a straight face as Mickey scrambled out and stood up. He was unsuccessful. “Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out to rub Mickey’s head.

Mickey was having none of it, though, ducking away from Ian’s hand with a scowl and his eyebrows so high they looked like two boomerangs. 

Fiona gave him a teasing once over. “Did you cut your jeans into jorts?” 

Mickey had, in fact, used Ian’s gardening shears to cut a very tattered pair of jeans so he could still wear them, and he had gone too far. Way, way too far.

“Fuck you both,” he said, neck and ears turning red as he flipped them off. “See if I finish fixin’ this now.”

Fiona laughed. “I’m sorry, Mickey. I do want the sink fixed. But please change first so this doesn’t turn into a porno.” She gave Ian a knowing look. “No fuckin’ in my kitchen, got it?” 

Then she was off, and it was just the two of them again. Mickey was so red at this point his head looked like a tomato.

Ian took pity on his husband and didn’t laugh, grabbing his gym bag that was on the stool and pulling out his basketball shorts. “Here,” he offered. 

Mickey snatched them from him without a word and went to the bathroom, slamming the door. 

Ian approached it, leaning against the doorframe as he listened to Mickey change. “For the record, I think you looked great in your jorts. You know I love those legs.” He smirked. He was teasing Mickey now, but he also wasn’t lying. “You don’t have to throw them away. Can wear them just for me…”

“You’re a dead man, you know that?” Mickey threatened, but when he opened the door, he didn’t look mad anymore. He also looked ridiculously adorable in Ian’s shorts. Now, with the opposite problem, they were way too long, hitting just below his kneecaps.

Ian tugged him forward by the white drawstring, and Mickey let him, gaze gentling the way it always did when Ian pulled him close. Ian leaned down, framing his face with big hands, and Mickey rose slightly onto the balls of his feet to accept the kiss.

After they separated simultaneously, Mickey slapped the jorts against Ian’s chest, and Ian’s fingers wrapped around rough denim. He gave Ian a flirty little eyebrow wiggle and a grin that showed off his bunny teeth, then quickly ducked back under the sink.

[not-everything-is-so-primitive]

time off-c.s.

choi san×AFAB reader

genre: smut(basically pwp), slightly fluffy

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i swear i never meant for a san pwp one shot to be my first work on my blog, but the brainrot is far too real, and i need distracting from my upcoming exams. anyway, here it is *chucks fic at you and casually runs away*.

warnings: marking, orgasm denial(kinda), the tiniest bit of a breeding kink, slight degradation but nothing super mean, mentions of oc's parents in a kinky situation (i swear i blacked out while writing this bit, your honour I'm innocent-), mentions of slight exhibitionism but nothing concrete, unprotected sex(the way i would NEVER do this irl, please wrap it up), mentions of that that san(yes it's a warning, we should have all been warned beforehand), san is slightly dominant, the mildest choking you could imagine, past kink negotiation/ exploration(very hot)

maybe it had been a while.

or maybe it was the shaky words san whispered in your ear as you reached your first peak on his fingers.

"you can leave all the marks you want today, baby." he whispered, while you arched off the bed, eyes shut tight.

san started to think you might not have heard him from the way you kept your eyes closed for a few moments longer, heaving as you came down from your high.

no such doubt was left when he saw the look in your eyes- both dazed and so focused at the same time.

san didn't need to look, to tell where your gaze was locked, as you darted with enough force to shove him away slightly, straight for your favourite spot.

the moment your lips connected with the junction between san's neck and shoulder, is when he let out his first proper moan of the night. that moan of course, serving only to egg you on further as you practically made out with his neck.

it was really such a pity. san had the prettiest neck, and let out the most sinful noises when you sucked on it. you had learned this during one of the first few times the two of you had spent the night -and the morning after- together. 

another thing you found out was that san bruised far so easily.

the morning after you had left kisses all over his neck and shoulders, the two of you stared at the multiple purple-pink bruises in horror(and a little bit of arousal).

needless to say, san had gotten into quite a lot of trouble when the bruises remained, almost mockingly obvious, even after 2 days.while the stylists had only lectured san, both you and your boyfriend were sat down in hongjoong and seonghwa's room to endure 45 minutes of pure torture. all while the both of you could hear yunho and wooyoung's obvious giggles from just outside the room.

that had been enough to stop at least one of you each time things got heated. the one time both of you had lost your heads, you had thankfully been interrupted by yunho barging in, preventing the mark from getting too severe. so the both of you had controlled yourselves. for so long.

no more.

with the latest comeback having drawn to a close and the members having the next week and a half off from any official schedules, it was time.

san started whimpering as you moved your lips to the spot right below the angle of his jaw.

that godforsaken jaw. the number of times you had wanted to mark it up, was ridiculous.

as you drew back a little and noticed the first site already darkening.

"oh baby, look at you" you moaned, making san squirm at the teasing tone of your voice. "i've barely even done anything, and yet you've been so deprived that the marks are already showing up?"

san took in a sharp breath."well it's you who needs it the most, isn't it my love? or do you think i don't noticed everytime you wrench yourself away from my neck, whenever you get carried away?" he teased.

"i bet you've been waiting for this day, haven't you? the day where you could mark me up like this, so everyone would know whom I belong to?" san continued, switching places with you so you sat on top of him.

"go ahead baby, you can shout it to the world, that i'm all yours- and always will be"

you melt at the last part-almost wanting to skip to taking him immediately- but quickly get back to the task at hand, while subtly grinding your bare cunt on the bulge that was straining against san's underwear.

god that fucking pair of underwear- you remember how badly you had been affected by that stupid logo peaking out while san performed his ass off to that that of all songs.

you turn your attention to his left shoulder, not wanting to leave it out, kissing and biting a few marks all over it.

san groaned even louder as he felt the tell tale cold trail of your saliva, dripping down his shoulder.

"my messy baby can't stop drooling over her boyfriend, can she" san teased, tightening his grip on your ass to press you even more flush against him.

you hummed in agreement, as you dipped even lower, to his left collarbone. san had the most delicate collarbones. you joked that they were the most babygirl aspect of him- practically begging to be bitten raw.

with san's neck, shoulders, and collarbones covered in your claim, you then turned your attention lower, kissing over his national treasure, as wooyoung would put it. slowly reaching the elastic band with that infernal logo on it, you looked up at your boyfriend of 2 years, pulling it away slightly with your teeth. san hissed once you let go of it- the band hitting him hard enough to sting slightly.

"come on baby, don't you have anything more to say?" you whispered, lips ghosting over his clothed crotch. "you couldn't keep your mouth shut just a few seconds ago, could you?" you question, giving san the most innocent eyes you could muster- while wearing nothing but a smile.

thinking you had gotten the last word, you reach for san's underwear with your hands, only to be met with resistance. 

san clutches your hands in his left hand, while gripping your jaw in his right. "oh baby, it looks like you might have misunderstood how things were going to go today." san and you didn't have the strictest roles in bed, and typically he'd let you set the pace, but it seemed he had something different in mind tonight. "now you can suck me off like you did with all these marks, and if you do a really good job, maybe i'll leave a few of my own on you."

oh he was cruel.

san knew that your only replacement for marking him up, was him marking you. you loved the feeling of walking around with your boyfriend's hickeys all over pretty much any exposed part of your body (and on a few unexposed parts too). nothing quite beat having a casual breakfast with san's members, while pretending to not notice how mingi's eyes would keep catching on your neck, just to quickly look away. the both of you would try to suppress your giggles as hongjoong would stutter through wishing you good morning- the leader not having any valid criticism of the purpling bruises on you neck. yunho had all but choked on his drink the time you had all been invited to a pool party, and he got an eyeful of just where san loved to mark you up when he goes down on you.

san looked you in the eyes with a question in his expression, as if to ask if you were okay with the shift in dynamics. you quickly nodded, pulling his boxers down and off of him, positioning yourself in between his legs. 

while it may be cheesy, you really did love being between san's legs.

you moved closer to his dick, and while not quite touching it, you looked down at it, with your best attempt at confusion. while you were far from innocent, you loved playing the naive girl whenever san took charge.

san, getting impatient, lightly tapped your cheek with it- the sensation immediately making you light headed- and your mouth opened, almost without your control. 

you delicately suckled on his tip while continuing to maintain eye contact with san. he had always liked to joke that no one could look as adorable as you, while giving a blow job.

you were in love.

san's breath grew heavier, as he carded though your hair lightly, almost apologizing for the way he'd be yanking on your scalp soon. "three taps, if you need to stop baby." he whispered, tipping his head back, as you traced your tongue against the underside of his cock.

you slowly started your journey to his pelvic bone, taking more and more of him, while making sure to control your breathing. you remember how you had barely been able to take san halfway, the first time you had tried this.

that wasn't the case anymore.

your boyfriend had moulded you to take him.

and he knew it too, of course. san took a firmer hold of your hair, while returning to look at you with an expression that was almost too tender for the situation.

"there you go, my love. you take me so well, like such a good girl." and you lost any and all thoughts that had been in your head.

as your eyes rolled back, san started rocking into your mouth, slowly inching deeper and deeper into you. your head progressively got lighter and cloudier, partly because of the lack of oxygen, and partly because of the situation, making you slip into a quietude mentally. as much as you loved having sex, san was the first person to introduce you to the pleasure in giving blowjobs.

the grip in your hair tightened to pull you off san, as you whined, looking up at him with a frown. "i want it." you whimper, trying to chase his cock, while he quickly pulled you away again, san's hands trembling slightly.

"you did such a good job baby, and you have absolutely no idea how even just looking at you so wrecked right now, is practically destroying any semblance of self control i thought i possessed." san replied with a small smile, wiping away some drool that had escaped the margin of your mouth.

"well-" you started, climbing onto san before he could stop you. "lose that self control quick, because i think you can already feel how ready i am." you said, as you slowly ground down on his thigh.

san mumbled something you couldn't quite hear, and pulled you onto his bed on all fours. he immediately dove for your cunt, leaving small kitten licks from your clit to your hole. 

you immediately lost all strength in your arms as san gripped your things and started sucking on your inner thigh, a mark that no one would see- at least until the next time the two of you decided to torture one of his members a little. your mouth once again dropped open to let out a sharp breath as your love lightly bit your clit, while pushing apart your legs a little more.

"do you need to cum like this, or can you wait for my cock baby?" san asked, practically smirking into your pussy.

"need you in me, sannie." you whined, sinking down onto the bed.

"well how could I ever say no to anything you ask me for?" san replied, the dominant persona slipping off for the night. "come here baby" he said, as he pulled you slowly onto his cock, groaning as he entered you.

"you were really made for me, weren't you darling? going to have to thank your parents for making the most perfect girl, for this cock." san said right into your ear, feeling the shiver that ran through you, and the tightening he felt  at his words. 

san had already met your parents and had even managed to impress your stern career soldier of a father. the idea of him saying something so filthy to your parents who had practically taken him as their son-in-law was…concerning.

san moved a hand to your lower belly, pushing you against him further. "thats my dirty little baby- such a good girl for the world, but an even better girl, only for me"

"only for you sannie." you echoed, reaching behind you to hold his free hand. you felt the steady climb in your core, signaling what was to come.

"i know baby, now cum for me sweetheart. be my perfect little baby and cum."

his words were all you needed as you tipped over the edge, the knot in your belly snapping as you repeated clenched around san. 

your orgasm was prolonged when you felt san bite your shoulder lightly, as he moved his free hand to press lightly against your throat.

it wasn't even hard enough to make you light headed- san and you had vigorously tested both your limits with choking a while ago, when you had both admitted to wanting to try it out. this wasn't anywhere near the level needed to actually choke you, but the mere feeling of san's hand wrapped around your throat like he owned you, was enough to make you go slightly loopy.

behind you, san lost his control, feeling you practically milk him. as he pushed into you one last time, cumming into your wet heat, he garbled out mess of barely coherent words "-good girl-such a good fucking girl-letting me mark you up inside and out-all mine-only my good girl-"

you whimpered as san slowly pulled out of you, him flipping you onto your back, whispering reassurances against your temple. he grabbed a wet wipe off yunho's side table and gently started wiping you clean, while simultaneously pushing pushing his dripping cum back into you with his pinky.

"i hope you're prepared for your members to get absolutely sick of of us for the next few days" your say, smiling into sans shoulder.

"oh, I'm counting on it. just imagine all the fake grocery store runs and studio visits they're going to have to come up with and leave us all alone in the dorm" san muses, already thinking of more obnoxious behaviour to get his roommates to leave the both of you alone.

"do you think you could fuck me over the kitchen counter again?" you ask.

"THAT'S WHERE OUR FOOD IS MADE, YOU DISGUSTING HEATHENS" you hear wooyoung yell from outside the room. "CAN I WATCH?"