#and pulled this up from memory 🫡

[emotionoitme]

riding virgin!carmy bc he's overwhelmed by how good it feels 🤤🤤

time to give the people what they want 🫡

enjoyyyy <3 you dirty whores

shit

he wasn’t at all expecting their third date to go so well or so far—in fact the opposite—not once fathoming that he would have the bravery to invite her back to his place, and not expecting her to accept. he tries to unlock his door as quickly as possible while the girl kisses his neck, touching his chest, pressing her body against his. the tips of his nerves tingle, heart hammering against his ribcage at the prospect of what was to come once they were inside. he shoves the door open, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in. once they’re securely shut in, she grabs his face, smashing her lips against his, feeling a firm poke against her thigh as she presses closer to the man.

“let’s, uh,” he mutters between kisses, “go to my room?” the suggestion hardly registering in the girl’s ears, just following his lips as the two of them stumble into his bedroom. she pushes him to sit on the bed, standing in front of him and peeling her shirt off, watching as his face flushes a bit in surprise. he slowly mirrors her actions, pulling his own fabric over his head as she continues to strip, unbuttoning her jeans and shimmying them down her legs. he feels his mouth go dry at the sight of her standing before him in her underwear, eyes graciously raking over her body. she comes to straddle his lap, thighs on either side of him as she encircles his neck with her arms and leans in to capture his lips once more. he’s unsure what to do with his hands, awkwardly resting them to his sides. she lets out a soft giggle, pulling from his lips, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“you can touch me, y’know,” she teases, giving a small rock of her hips, clothed heat brushing against his bulge. he allows a humored exhale to part his lips before nervously bringing his hands to her hips, fingers splaying out over her skin. she’s incredibly soft, he thinks, flesh buttery beneath the pads of his fingertips. he feels emboldened to slide his hands a bit lower, feeling the curve of her ass, softly squeezing. she lets out an elongated breath, continuing to rock her hips against him, trailing to his jaw, neck, peppering kisses wherever she can reach. he clears his throat, trying to focus his mind on how he would break the news, deeply inhaling.

“i’ve never, um,” he hesitates, gaze darting away, “i’ve never done this before,” voice low, fingers pressing into her skin. she pauses for a moment to discern his tone, eyes roaming over his features.

“done what?” she asks, fingers coming to card through the hair growing from the nape of his neck. he finds it hard to keep eye contact, neck tight and hot at the weight of his confession. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was a bit of an insecurity for the young man—assuming most women would want someone much more experienced than he was. he doesn’t want to spell it out for her, instead giving her a poignant look. the girl catches on to his insinuation, brows raising a bit in surprise.

“you’ve never had sex?” she gently asks, genuinely shocked at the admission. he burns under her gaze, mentally chastising himself for not bringing it up sooner. he slowly nods his head, jaw tightly shifting, expecting her to get off his lap and put her clothes back on.

to carmen’s surprise, the girl lets out a small giggle and pulls him back into her lips, kiss now deeper, hungrier. it added up in her head once she thought about it—the way he would tense very slightly under her touch as if it was electrifying. him being a virgin didn’t bother her in the slightest, either. she smiles into the kiss, wondering if he’ll be sensitive, wondering if she’ll be able to watch his composure crumble beneath her, watch his handsome face contort into bliss. the implication of forever imprinting her memory into his head leaves the girl pooling into the fabric of her panties.

carmen strains against his boxers, twitching against the plushness of her clothed mound, feeling entirely too worked up from just kissing. he chases her lips slightly as she pulls away, eyes opening to find a smile growing over her features.

she stands, walking backwards a few inches away from him, and unclasps her bra. his eyes widen a bit, watching closely as the straps slide down her shoulders, garment falling to the floor to expose her bare chest. he’s unable to help the groan that tumbles from his lips, nearly cumming in his pants from the sight, trailing closely over the sight of her perked nipples. the girl then hooks her fingers into the straps of her underwear and slides them down her legs, standing in front of him in her starkness. he fumbles with the button of his jeans, shoving them around his ankles and standing to rid of them completely as the girl takes her position on the bed, head resting against his pillows. he’s nervous but eager, coming to cage her head in between his arms, kissing her sweetly, sharply inhaling when he feels her reach down to grab his cock. she pumps it a few times, then presses it against the wetness of her entrance, looking up to make eye contact with the man. his pupils are blown, face flushed as he slowly eases his length into her.

the hot tightness of her core immediately overtakes carmen as he lets out a strangled groan and dips his head into the crevice of her neck. his body feels overwhelmed with the pleasure, marveling at the new sensation, allowing his hips to sink forward. he remains completely submerged in the girl for a few moments, still, trying to gain his composure. she grows impatient at his lack of movement, rocking her hips slightly, the head of his cock rubbing against her walls. his breath stutters, eyes screwed shut, trying to connect his mind to his body to move.

“ffuuck,” he exhales, giving a small pump of his hips in an attempt to meet her rocking motion, body overcome with a white heat. it feels almost impossible to thrust—as if he’s going to lose it all too soon. the girl desperately bucks her hips again, eager to feel him pound into her, trying to pull him in deeper.

“shit,” carmy curses, “i, uh,” he feels his chest and neck grow tighter, “i feel like i can’t fuckin’ move,” he admits, exhaling a soft laugh. he feels himself visibly relax at the sweet smile that grows on her face, a small pang in his heart.

“lay down then,” she suggests, pushing herself up onto her forearms. his eyes widen a bit, pulling out of her slowly, breath straining at the loss of sensation. he uncages her from his arms, turning to lay flat on the bed as she hoists her leg over him, coming to sit on his lower stomach. she leans forward to kiss him and he groans, the slick of her arousal hot on his bare skin. their lips ferociously intertwine, tongues swirling, teeth bumping; the two surrender completely into the sensation.

the girl teaches down to grab the head of his cock, rubbing him through her slick folds then pressing him against her entrance. she pulls away from the kiss, hand coming to his firm chest to help her sit up, slowly sinking back onto the shaft she holds. her eyes remain locked with carmen’s as she watches his mouth fall open and facial expression become tense. she doesn’t stop taking him in until her hips are flush with his, the thickness of his cock soothing the dull ache in her core.

carmen feels like he’s going to pass out at the sight of the girl on top of him, erection completely engulfed in her warmth. his eyes fall over her bare stomach, the curve of her waist, intently watching as she slowly rolls her hips against him. the sheets beneath him are tightly gripped beneath his fingers, taking deep, strained breaths to try and recenter. he almost feels like he has his body under control until she plants both hands on his chests and begins riding, increasingly desperate to satisfy her own needs. his hand flies up to grab her hips, trying to slow the motion.

“fuck, baby,” he sharply exudes, “slow down a bit,” plead tumbling breathily from his lips, fingertips pressing into her with a bruising force. she rocks her hips mercilessly against his attempts to hold her in place, chasing the pleasure, gushing onto him. carmy unleashes a throaty moan, her relentlessness forcing him to approach his climax, fixated on the way her breasts bounce as she rides him. he daringly reaches up and cups the soft mounds, gently squeezing, luxuriating in the feeling of her skin.

she just moans in response as her head falls back, hand flying down to her clit, fingers circling the bundle of nerves. its a marvelous view for the former virgin, synapses firing in his brain, coming nearer and nearer to spilling into her. he arches upwards, angling his hips to better meet her rocking motion, sliding his hands down her body to grab her ass.

“yes,” she cries, grabbing at the man, “you feel amazing,” her praise genuine, igniting carmen’s shortening fuse. he grips her tightly and pulls her closer, quickly spilling his hot cum inside of her with a long, deep groan. it was unlike any orgasm he had ever given himself, legs beginning to tremble as the girl continues her rocking thrusts, a breath escaping his lips in the form of a whimper as the overstimulating sensation engulfs his body.

he watches closely as her thrusts falter and mouth falls open to release a cry, bringing herself to orgasm atop him, declaring himself religious at the holy sight. her walls clench around him as she reaches her release, falling over him and nuzzling her head into his neck as she rides out the shocks.

carmen really wasn’t expecting their date to go so well, but he holds her closely and smiles into her hair knowing it did.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #the bear imagine #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto headcannon

[liliacamethyst]

We are all reunited today , for one amazing cost. And that is. The web of secrets. We are starved children. We need to be feed. That is all I have say🫡

~🌊

Thank you so much for your comment little wavey 🌊 Here's a small lil' taste of part II Webs of Fate for you guys. Let me know what you think. ❤️🕷️

In the dim light of the room, the world seems to fade away as you lie there with Miguel on top of you. You are under him, breathless, your fingers running through his hair. His body pins you down in a tender, electrifying way, and you can feel the rhythm of his heart beating against yours.

His fangs graze the curve of your neck lightly, eliciting a shiver that runs through you. In response, he nuzzles into you, his breath warm against your skin.

"Ever think about what we're doing?" he asks in a whisper that vibrates against your neck.

"Constantly," you respond, your fingers tracing the curve of his broad shoulders, "but I don’t regret it, not a moment.”

He lifts his head, his red orbs searching yours. “Neither do I,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hand reaches up to trace the contour of your face.

"You know," you whisper, your hands continuing caressing his back, "I always wondered what it was like in your universe, in your time."

He shifts a little, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks down at you. His eyes, usually as unreadable, now seem to crack open; emotions swirl within them like stars.

"It was great, you know," his voice is gentle, each word enveloping you. "No, more than that – it was perfect," he corrects himself. His eyes never leave yours as he continues, "I had my Gabriella. Ah, you would have adored her." His voice softens to a mere whisper as if speaking her name too loudly might shatter the memory. "She was this incredible burst of life just like you. My own little sunshine. I didn’t know my heart could hold so much until she came into my life."

"The way she would throw her head back and laugh, it was like music. Her tiny hands – so soft and gentle. I remember how one of them always found mine, and the world felt... right." He continued, "I was never alone, never empty." He swallows hard, as if trying to keep the flood of emotions from washing over him.

You cup his cheek gently, smiling up at him. "You don't have to be alone, you know?"

He lets out a dry chuckle. “Sometimes it feels like there's no other option. It’s my fate."

“What scares you the most, Miguel?” you suddenly ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitates. “To lose myself… to forget what it means to care for someone,” he finally confesses.

“You won’t,” you assure him, your thumb stroking his cheek. “Not if you don’t let yourself.”

“¿y tú?” His voice is husky. “What’s your biggest fear?”

“To be forgotten,” you whisper.

He lowers himself and presses his forehead against yours. “Imposible,” he breathes. “You’re the sun. No one forgets the sun.”  He pulls you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer until the world outside disappears.

Suddenly, his wrist console beeps, yanking him back to the present. "O’Hara, are you okay?" Lyla's voice echoes in the room, breaking the silence.

He blinks, his gaze focusing on the holographic screen displaying the mission details in front of him. "Yeah, Lyla," he responds, his voice a bit hoarse. "Just remembered  something," he murmurs, and refocuses on the screen before him.

#miguel x you #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #spider man #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #oscar isaac #spiderman fanfiction #sneak peak

[bcyhoods]

could I please request steve and shy!reader and her first time staying the night at his place? lots of timid cuddling and just overall sweetness? I loved your first steeb drabble!

ohemgee yay i’m so glad you liked it!! thank u for for such a cute req, i hope i did it justice🫡 | 1k fluff, gn!reader

You were going crazy, without a doubt. You’ve already finished showering, but you’ve been locked away in his bathroom for 15 minutes. The pep talk you’re giving yourself in the foggy mirror does nothing to calm flutter in your stomach.

“Everything okay, honey?” You hear Steve call from down the corridor.

“Yes—Yeah, I’m okay!” The words are rushed and clumsy as the nickname runs through your head on repeat. And while you’re about to sleep in his room for the first time, it’s too domestic for your racing heart. You hope he doesn’t notice.

Giving yourself one final nod of scarce confidence, you pull open the door and softly let it close behind you. You’re practically walking on the balls of your feet so as not to make any noise.

When you peek into his room, you see the plain of Steve’s back facing toward you. You let your gaze shamelessly trace through the freckles and moles that grace his skin, then to the muscles that tense in his biceps as he fluffs one of his pillows. He’s mumbling to himself as he punches and pulls at the cushion.

Once you push past the door, he turns like he’s a child caught stealing the last cookie from the jar. He’s doe eyed with flushed cheeks and messy hair.

“Hey, there you are,” he sings with a gentle smile.

“Hi.” You timidly wave with a smile just as sweet.

“I was getting worried,” he starts as he meets you by the door, “Started to think you fell in or something.” Steve laughs it off, but there’s a small twitch in his eyebrows that threatens to expose his nerves.

Because while you were in the bathroom, Steve had been giving himself his own encouraging speech. One which also fell quite short, but he was better at concealing it. At least he thinks he is.

Your clammy hand reaches for his, a reassuring effort to soothe both your worries. “No search party necessary. I’m still standing,” you reply softly. He releases a hefty exhale — a mixture of a shaky laugh and a sigh of relief — and gives your hand a small squeeze.

“I’ll be right back. You can sleep on either side, I don’t mind.”

He’s quick to jog out, leaving you to roam every inch of his bedroom.

You’ve been in Steve’s room countless times before, you probably have every trinket and frame committed to memory. But every detail has somehow become more intimate since the last time you’ve visited. Every knick knack is a window into Steve Harrington’s being and by tomorrow morning, you’d become even more familiar. The thought only further warms your chest once your eyes land on an old love note you’d given him, preserved in a framed picture of you right on his bedside table.

By the time he returns, you’re already under the covers with a cheesy smile and patting the empty space next to you.

He uses some sort of excuse so that he can keep a dim nightlight on: Just so you can see everything in case you need to get up in the middle of the night. And Steve Harrington doesn’t have a secret aversion to the dark.

No, Steve Harrington is a romantic, and he just really wants to see your pretty face.

“Are you okay?” He whispers as he settles beside you. He moves to bring the blanket up to your chin and traces the underside of your jaw with his knuckle.

“Yes, I’m okay, Stevie.” You giggle at his concerned expression and reach up to smooth out the wrinkle in his brow before you convince yourself not to.

“Good. Good…just checking.”

And though you’re both laying face to face, sharing the same sheets, he’s entirely too far away for your liking. All you would have to do is extend your arms just a few inches until they reach his shoulders. But really, it’s a few inches too much.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks again lowly, noting the pensive expression on your face.

Your stomach flips and your hand flies to pick at the skin of your lips. Now, you would just need to ask. But it’s so difficult when he’s staring right at you, practically oozing adoration. Now there’s a knot in your mouth where your tongue should be.

“Steve?”

He hums. The knot tightens.

“You don’t have to, but…can you, um—would you want to…” you trail off as the rest of your question dissipates.

“Do you…do you want me to hold you?” He finishes for you. He’s already moving to sit up before you can say ‘please,’ eager to wrap you up in his embrace.

You sit up the slightest bit so that he’s able to slither his arm underneath your head. He’s laying on his back while you’re curled into his side. You rest on his bicep, legs tangled with his own and an arm around his middle as you play with the fingers of his other hand.

“Is this okay? Am I hurting you?” You turn slightly so that you’re peering up at his face, chin resting on his shoulder. It’s an awkward angle and you know it’s going to result in a dull ache in your neck, but you can’t be bothered to care with his lips so close.

“No, no,” he’s quick to rush out, “This feels nice. I like this.”

It’s not until you see his wide smile that you notice the ache in your cheeks thanks to your matching expression. Without giving it a second thought, you push yourself up to kiss him, eliciting a sigh from the boy. It’s lazy, and it doesn’t last for more than a few seconds before you’re drawing back to hide your burning face in his chest.

He pauses to gather his bearings and gives you a kiss to the top of your head. “If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”

“Shut up, please.”

#officially jumped on the ‘steve calls you honey’ train #god i need a steve harrington shaped bf #ᝰ cece’s scribbles #✿ convos with cece #steve harrington #steve harrington thots! #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #joe keery

[haetrack]

i read no clue before i went to bed last night so ur responsible for the dream i woke up to about mark and now i have to share 🫡

mark’s never been more grateful for the giant vanity table in ur bedroom. the large mirror showing him a perfect view of ur face, scrunched up in pleasure as he’s buried in u from behind. the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, layered over the sounds of ur moans. the table shakes with every thrust, his hands grabbing onto ur hips hard enough, ur sure it’ll leave bruises.

he burrows his face in ur neck, kissing and sucking up to ur jawline. he watches ur reflection as one of his hands leave ur hips to move to grope ur chest, squeezing ur hardened nipples. the whine it draws out of u, makes his cock twitch inside of u. “mark, please. u make me feel so good,” u whisper.

“yeah?” he mutters under a heavy breath. his hand slides down to press against ur clit, rubbing circles with the amount of pressure he’s perfected over all these times with u. his name slips out of u in a loud moan at the sudden stimulation of ur clit. he revels in the sheer mix of desperation and pleasure forming on ur face.

he presses a light kiss on ur cheek before pulling his chest away from ur back. he can tell u were so close, how could he not help his girl finish?

he pushes ur body further down onto the table, making sure to still be able to see ur face in the mirror. his hand pressing down on the hollow of ur back to keep u in place. he pulls himself out of u almost all the way, before slamming his hips into u harshly. a curse leaves ur lips, as he repeats the motion, each time getting faster and faster. ur fucked out expression encouraging him to go harder. he knows ur orgasm is near when u start clenching around him with every single thrust, sucking him in so well. angling himself to go even deeper inside of u, his cock fucking u so good that u come with his name leaving ur lips like a mantra.

the feeling of ur warm orgasm surrounding him makes him pick up his pace even more, desperate to chase his own high. it didnt take long for him to follow suit, one more look at ur pretty face, combined with the whines emanating due to the overstimulation of him still fucking into u causes his hips to stutter, shooting his cum inside u. the feeling of u being so full of him, and both of ur orgasms engulfing him.

pulling ur body back up off the table, he leans forward to exchange soft, slow kisses while u both tried to catch ur breathes. u break up the kiss, and whine in annoyance, “dude, ur gonna have to clean this up because i’m not doing it” gesturing to the mess of ur table, a few of ur collectible figurines had fallen to their side along with some makeup products that were now on the floor. mark laughs and rolls his eyes playfully before grabbing ur face to his again.

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ANYWAY NO CLUE WAS SO GOOD LIKE WHY WAS I GETTING SHY AND GIGGLY FOR HIM LMAO. girl ur gonna make me through it with all these mark posts im catching up on. like im so sorry haechan i swear i still love u but atm i love mark more

- 🌱

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME... I WONT BE ABLE TO HIDE MY FEELINGS FOR MARK ANYMORE... he needs me so bad... haechan go wait in the corner for a bit

just imagining him standing behind you one day watching you get ready for the little date you both are about to have. he's smiling at you, liking how calm it is as you get ready, how pretty your concentrated face looks. then there's all the little collectibles on your table, all these memories from your life, and newly framed pictures of you and mark together. he's happy to be a part of your life, smiling at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror.

he doesn't know how, but his mind wanders a bit. he wonders if he could just put his hand on your back, bend you down a little, put his hips flush to your ass, grinding into you. he bites his lip, squirming a bit as he watches you. he realizes he'd be able to see everything, how your face looks as he fucks you, how your body reacts to him. his hands are itching to reach over to you, but you call out his name, smiling as you see his pink cheeks.

and you know him so well, which would eventually lead to fucking on your vanity :)

#asks #🌱 anon #vals hard hours #mark lee hard hours #mark lee smut #nct smut #I AM NOT WELL #theres tears in my eyes #u have done it again #raised the bar for us all

[ellecdc]

single mom lily x fem!reader?

reader works in an ice cream shop and cute little harry (im imagining hes like 4/5???) absolutely adores the place so lily brings him in for ice cream all the time and falls for reader bc she is just so good with harry

ok here's my attempt 😮‍💨 thought this idea was so cute though!

single mum!Lily Evans x fem!reader meet cute

Lily was very lucky and very grateful that Harry had been a generally easy child. He was so much like his father that, whilst it didn't translate into the romantic relationship most parents wished to enjoy, led to a wonderful son and the best co-parent a woman could ask for.

And because Harry was such an easy-going child, she was trying very hard to stay patient with him as she frantically texted with James.

L: James Potter, where in the buggering fuck is this ice cream place that has ‘spiderman’ ice cream!? J: LOL oh god sorry. It’s on the boardwalk near the ferry. L: Thank you 😮‍💨 J: He making a fuss? L: I think we may have been moments away from a stage five meltdown. J: Thoughts and prayers 🫡

One meltdown avoided later and they were finally walking into the quaint, family owned ice cream shop on the boardwalk by the ferry, just as James described.

“Oh no!” Harry cried dramatically, holding his little hands to his face.

“What is it, Haz?” Lily asked, looking around to see what could have possibly caused such worry in a five and a half year old. 

“The man!” He explained.

Which explained nothing at all to Lily, still looking around the shop in confusion.

“What man?”

“The man with the spiderman ice cream! He’s not here!” Harry cried, turning to his mum with tears magnified by his glasses as they began pooling in his eyes.

She was racking her brain for something to say to the boy when a bubbly voice trilled from behind the glass ice cream displays.

“Hello there! What can I get for you two?” You greeted the pair with a beaming smile. If Lily wasn’t so caught up with Harry, she would have likely taken a moment to admire your radiance.

“The man!”

Lily watched as your smile fell only slightly and you tilted your head in confusion. “Which man, sweets?”

“The man with the special ice cream! He made it after my favourite superhero!” Harry cried with a stomp on his foot.

Lily pulled Harry towards her as she offered you an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry, he came here with his father last week and I-”

But like a beautiful ethereal angel sent from Lily’s own personal heaven, you waved her off with an easy smile. “Not to worry at all, love. My dad is the better ice cream server, so I understand your disappointment, little man.” You empathised. “But!”

Harry perked up at that, standing a little taller as he looked at you expectantly. “He did tell me that a certain hero may be coming in to look for some special spidey ice cream; could that be you?” You stage whispered the end of your sentence to Harry, causing him to squeal in delight.

“Yes!”

“Oh thank goodness.” You said with a dramatic sigh. “I thought I was going to have to erase your memory for giving away trade secrets!”

Harry squealed in excitement again and shoved his face up against the glass casing to watch you start expertly scooping ice cream, completely unawares of his fingerprints and foggy breaths creating more work for his newfound hero.

“How many scoops, my man?”

“Five!”

“Uhm,” Lily interrupted, placing a conciliatory hand on her son's shoulder. “Maybe just two.”

“Mum!” Harry whined, but you just laughed.

“Sorry kid, mum’s the boss.”

Harry acquiesced with one more groan, but grinned when he saw the size of the scoops you were serving him.

“What about you, mama?” You asked after handing Harry his cone, watching as the boy made his way to sit at a table with his red and blue ice cream.

“Is it really spiderman ice cream?” Lily blurted instead of answering your very normal, professional, and polite question.

You barked a laugh, but Lily was pleased that your laughter was because you found Lily funny rather than at her expense. 

“Between you and me,” you whispered conspiratorially, resting your arms on the glass counter and your chin on your hands. “It’s just moonmist ice cream, but this batch used too much food dye, so instead of the normal light blue, pale purple, and pastel yellow, it turned out a little more…super.”

Lily looked back to her son, happy as can be with his super ice cream as he watched boats sail by in the harbour. 

“Brilliant.” Lily whispered as she turned back to face you, only to find you smiling softly at her already.

“Yes.” You agreed, though Lily wasn’t quite sure what you found brilliant. “So, what can I get you?”

“Oh.” Lily responded dumbly, looking hastily through the options before opting for two scoops of rocky road. 

“Fine choice, m’lady.” You said before scooping, once again expertly, the frozen treat onto a cone.

“Is that what you usually get?” Lily asked suddenly. You seemed surprised at her question as your eyebrows migrated to your hairline and you looked up to consider her.

Lily hoped to all hell that her blush wasn’t as furious as it felt.

You smirked before your eyes flit back up to hers. “I’m more of a strawberry girl, myself.” You replied quietly, shooting Lily a wink.

If her blush hadn’t been furious before, she was certain it was now. 

Lily paid and Harry shot you a “thanks ice cream lady!” as they headed towards the exit with their ice creams in tow.

“You’re welcome, little man! Stay super!” You said with a wave.

“I will!” 

“Hope to see you and your mum here again soon.” You said quieter this time, sending Lily a kind albeit shy smile. Lily was certain you’d be seeing the two of them here again.

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #lily evans #lily evans x reader #lily evans x you #lily evans x fem!reader #fem!reader #wlw #baby harry #baby harry potter #ellecdc fics

[onlyseokmins]

needy • j.w.w.

Pairing: jeon wonwoo x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au

Warnings: swearing, teasing, dirty talk, unrealistic amt of orgasms heh, male masturbation, mentions of car sex, fingering (fem. receiving), phone sex but not like you think, messy oral (fem. receiving), safe sex 🫡, wonu's a bit of a perv tbh and reader loves puts up w/ it, mentions of children but not like really lmao, mentions of (cock)roaches, wonu in glasses and needy = double kill imho, ft. some of the boys being intrusive tbh haha, POSSESSION, and a good amt of noisy sex hahah lmk if i missed anything!

WC: 4.9k

A/N: well it's finally my first wonu fic :3 after hoarding so many in the drafts bc I always feel like I can't write him too well, I had to take the plunge since it's a dear request from my lovely @wonuhour ❤️ I really hope you enjoy this 🤞🏼 no taglist as this is a request so I hope y'all read this but sending some love to my fav wonwoorideul @wonwussy bc she said I could tag her mwah. I think I held my head 5 times while editing this haha...

It's late when you step out into the night's cool air, a sigh of relief at finally being freed from the corporate building where you work. Pulling out your phone from the bag slung across your shoulder, your face lights up just like the screen when you focus on two distinct notifications on it.

1 missed call — hubby ♡

1 new voicemail — hubby ♡

"Hey, baby. You're probably dealing with those idiots right now but by the time you're listening to this, you should be on your way back home to me."

Wonwoo's deep voice is always so soothing, filling your body with inexplicably warm, fuzzy feelings that trail from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The knowledge that he pays attention to even the minute details you think he might not care about in trivial, daily conversations or complaints makes your heart flutter with joy. 

Your husband has always had that effect on you. He's aware you aren't able to pick up and it's not like he expects you to do so. Wonwoo simply leaves a voice message, knowing it will provide you comfort on your walk to the car and subsequent drive home until you can seek real solace in his embrace.

And maybe — just maybe — he calls to simply hear your pretty voice that plays on the answering machine because he misses you during your long shift. The embarrassed giggle when you mess up and stumble across your words during the recording. Never bothering to go back to change or fix it because it makes the corners of Wonwoo's mouth perk up, breaking his usual stoic expression. At least according to what Mingyu's let slip.

Which is hilarious in and of itself because your husband is anything but poker face when in your presence. His friends tease, saying he's become a different man because of you — following you around and acting like a lovesick puppy rather than his normal, self-acclaimed dignified cat persona. But you deny it. He's always been the same person with you and maybe that's just because you're meant to be.

"Be safe on your way home. Remember to lock the doors when you're inside, although I know you will 'cause how many times have you accidentally locked me out when you've beat me back to the car first?" He lets out a strangely breathy laugh, one that you mimic in fondness at the past memory and simply of him, doing exactly as he says as you shut the driver seat's door. "Miss you so, so much today. Even more than usual, baby. 'specially that sweet pussy of yours."

Nothing — not even Mingyu's weird trait of being privy and somehow knowing or aware of way too much in your relationship — could have prepared you for those words. You're extremely grateful you're inside your car right now. Not fearing other people overhearing but because you would've collapsed right on the sidewalk in public. Victim to your husband's seductive desperation.

"Can't stop thinking 'bout it. How pretty it looks, how good you taste, how perfect you always feel wrapped around me."

Your head falls back against the headrest, the hand holding your phone drops onto your thigh, and your mouth and eyes widen together in awe. The wireless buds fit snugly inside your ears allow you to pick up on the underlying slick sounds as he speaks. Your mouth waters, a sweep of electrifying energy causing the hairs on your arms to raise.

Fuck. He's stroking that gorgeous thick cock of his. Because he yearns so much for you.

"'round my fingers, my dick, my tongue… so soft and wet and tight… mhm, oh god — what a messy little thing. And your lips too, wanna kiss you so bad. For hours, non-stop."

People like to make assumptions about your relationship. Things like how Wonwoo must be the calm and collected one, the domineering and composed person within your dynamics. It's annoying but you can't really blame them — it's human nature after all. While they aren't entirely wrong, it's not like they're right either.

On the occasions when your husband's lust for you outweighs his level-headedness, he loses all reason. Not above begging, whining, or babbling nonsense, his neediness becomes next level. You're so caught up in thinking about the exact man you're supposed to be listening to, you realize you've nearly missed most of the words he's spouting in his gravelly voice. You rewind the playback.

"… to stop thinkin' 'bout it or I'll want you even more. Wanna ruin you. Destroy you. Worship you. Ah… you're in your car, aren't you love? Please tell me you are, 'member when I slipped a finger inside last week on our way home from the mall? Then two. Then three. Had to make sure my pretty baby's pussy was stuffed nice and full. It's what you deserve, after all." 

His lazy drawl and filthy words make your thighs clench. He knows it too. "Bet you're squeezing those luscious legs of yours together… ah, what I wouldn't give to have them around me instead…" A laugh again, almost a wheeze, like the air's being sucked out of his lungs at the thought. Many thoughts. "Made such a mess that day… hngh, almost wrecked the car over how wrecked you were, baby."

You glance at the empty passenger seat out of the corner of your eye. Almost shamefully, like a curious nun side-eyes a sinner sitting in church. Wonwoo's skillful and long, bony fingers buried inside your cunt — to no surprise — had you a writhing mess, an insane orgasm ripped from your body. You were afraid the upholstery was ruined because of it, the car still smelling like sex and preventing you from offering your sulky neighbor Seungcheol a lift this week.

"Bastard," you mutter affectionately and roll your eyes at your next statement, pretending as if he can hear you. "Like you weren't just as wrecked that I had to suck you off as soon as we parked and then rushed inside since you didn't wanna cum in my mouth."

"Ahhhhh, shoot…!"

As if he can hear your words, a particularly loud moan followed by a string of curses falls out of your husband's mouth. You are just able to hear the sped up sounds of him rutting more urgently against his palm. The visual of his large hands looking much smaller when wrapped around his huge cock floods your mind, wondering if he's tightened his grasp to better resemble it to drilling deep inside of your warmth instead of his hand. Eyebrows creasing together, biting down on his bottom lip before his mouth opens again in another moan that fills your ears at the right time.

The familiar creak of his home office chair causes a devious smirk to grace your face. He hasn't realized in his lust-driven state that he'd given away how desperate he really was to be fucking into his fist between freelance projects. More than likely frustrated when something wasn't encoding right after hours of staring at the screen but it was most probable that Wonwoo was simply down bad. 

Achingly missing his partner when you weren't around to rub his shoulders, bring him some tea, lighten up the mood with a bad joke, or even try and help point out a possible error with a fresh set of eyes. Even nicer, sit on his lap all pretty to keep his cock all warm and coated in wetness or get on your knees beneath his desk and try to keep quiet while you take him down your throat.

You were always a bit on the noisy side. Even now, you can't help but let out a whimper at how uncomfortable your nipples feel poking against your bra. Dampening your panties, poor clit already puffy and throbbing unstimulated.

The Wonwoo in your imagination has his head thrown back, throat presented prettily that you wish you could actually mark up. In-tune with what he sounds like when he's about to come undone, you listen intently to your husband's stifled groans and harsh pants in anticipation. Holding your breath, hoping he's so lost in bliss that he won't leave you hanging.

Like a lifeline, a muttered "fuck, baby," as if he's really right there with you in the car as his deep moan fills your ears just like it does in-person. Imaginary Wonwoo drops his head back down and the hungry look in his dark brown eyes causes your hips to involuntarily twitch, thighs trembling. Shockingly, you don't orgasm from that alone but you sure as hell were on the brink of doing so.

For a finale, your husband stays on the line while he catches his breath and your dirty mind wanders once more. Hard not to when you hear the wet sounds of his hand still rubbing his cock. A whimper of "hm, just like that," and a hiss because he's sensitive makes your head spin, cunt clenching sadly around nothing. A sob practically leaves your chest at the absolute want to milk him dry just as he wishes at that moment.

"Miss you so much. Need to eat out my precious baby. Mhm, I just know that sopping cunt is begging for me to lick it up…"

The scratch of tissues being pulled out of their holder is enough of an attempt to tug you out of the foggy cloud of lust. You lick your lips.

"… so come and hurry home safely, love."

You do — so close to cumming untouched — but you stave off the feeling, speeding home somehow without crashing. For all your car has put up with, you're honestly surprised it hasn't given out on you in revenge. But that's neither here nor there at the moment, stumbling out of the vehicle once you arrive home and scrambling faster than a marathon-runner to get inside.

It would be a lie to say you weren't disappointed with how quiet and dark it is. Quietly setting your bag down, you stand with your back pressed against the front door. Almost expecting your husband to appear out of the shadows and pounce on you.

It's happened before. You can proudly declare with your whole chest that you've fucked on every surface of this lovely little house purchased in the third year of your marriage.

Instead, something brushes against your leg and you bend down to pick up your daughter. She hangs pliantly as you gently wiggle her and whisper, "Where's your daddy?"

The cat replies with a plaintive meow. You smile when she twitches her tail, stalking off towards the direction of the living room. Wonwoo likes to teasingly say she takes after you with a distinct cat-titude despite the fact that he naturally happens to be the more dedicated caretaker between the two of you. Mingyu was always needlessly curious which one of you another cat would take after — or worse, if you had actual children.

That wouldn't happen for quite a bit, trailing behind the true ruler of the household and watching as she climbs up onto her expensive cat-tree to sulk. Wonwoo must not have given her enough attention today. Demonstrated by the angry way she squints toward the open doorway of the study illuminated by the blue glow of your husband's computer.

"Daddy's in rare form today," you try and explain, rubbing in between her ears and she purrs in response. "Don't worry, Mommy will go and fix him so he ultra dotes on you like the little princess he thinks you are." 

You make a kissy face in her direction because she is a precious royalty. Then you're approaching the study where deep grunts and muttered curses can be heard among a furious clacking of keyboard keys.

"On your left — no, Mingyu… your other left!"

Crossing your arms, you pout. You'd be lying if gamer Wonwoo wasn't unfairly attractive — jawline clenched as he barks out orders into his headset, the computer screen graphics reflecting off his glasses. A stark contrast to the ratty hoodie and old man slippers he's wearing, angrily slapping his feet on the ground when Seokmin accidentally pressed the wrong button and self-destructs.

You're glad he's blowing off some steam and stress with the boys. Though you had once asked why he didn't bother watching porn on his expensive and impressive set-up. Flattered when he admitted that having you as the real deal beat anything he could ever try to search for.

Now you're not as sure, though. He seems rather content and preoccupied after working you all up with that damn voicemail of his. With a flounce, you turn to head to the shower as your husband rages over Chan mistakenly shooting at the wrong team. Meeting a feline gaze on the way to the bathroom that shares your same sentiment of disdain.

Sticky, ruined panties cause a glare and another pout to adorn your face once the water is turned on to heat up. One Wonwoo might find cute. If he could see it. You nearly jump out of your skin when there's a knock on the door, so soft it almost sounds like a bump.

A certain kitty often bangs against doors just to startle her owners but she's also good at opening them too. When it remains shut and you hear a low call of your name rather than spooky silence, a pleading meow, or it flying open, you let out a breath of relief. Trying not to appear too eager, you crack the door open just enough to narrow one eye at your husband.

"Hi, baby."

"Hey."

Long gone is his cozy hoodie, though his black sweatpants remain on. Displaying lean, upper body muscles to ogle and pert nipples that could poke you in the eyeball with how near he is. Pushing up his glasses, he raises his eyebrows when you don't make an effort to move.

"You don't normally knock."

"I wasn't sure if it was you or our little mischief maker in here." 

"Uh-huh, and who says I'm not mischievous as well?" You turn around but leave the door ajar and he takes that as an invitation to come in.

"No one's ever said you weren't," Wonwoo reassures but frowns, "no welcome home kiss?"

"You know, little miss mischief maker seemed pretty miffed, did daddy not pay enough attention to her today? That's unlike you."

"Mhm, was busier than I thought today. Had a lot on my mind… work and all that. Absolutely drowning in it."

"Is that so? She seems pretty upset so be sure you make it up to her." 

It's like a cat-and-mouse game, though who's who is really the question. Maybe you're both cats in a stand-off. You know Wonwoo would never not truly attend to your beloved pet. You fight back a smirk, able to feel his heated gaze trail down your back and focus on your ass that you jut out on purpose to check the water temperature. A rush of fresh arousal surges through your system.

"Yeah?" Your husband's hand shoots out past yours to turn the shower off, ignoring your protest. "I think I upset another kitten too." Spinning you around so his damp thumb can pull at your bottom lip as you flutter your eyelashes at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not a cat. And I'm most certainly not upset."

He pecks at your lips almost condescendingly. "Sure, baby. You shouldn't be, you know, with the nice present I left for your pleasure after work."

You let out an elated sigh as he holds your face still and peppers kisses all over, trailing down to focus on your neck so you can speak. "If that's your idea of a nice gift, I'd hate to see what a bad one is."

"You didn't like it?" Somehow Wonwoo's eyes manage to sparkle when he looks up at you with a whine, pausing his kisses down the valley between your breasts. His other hand sneakily reaches in between your legs and he smiles against your skin. "Or did you like it too much? Don't think I've ever gotten you a bad gift, baby."

Slender fingers play with your messy wetness, sliding back and forth languidly without rush. You struggle to clear your mind to ask with sarcasm, "Wh-what about that st-stupid cockroach plushie?"

"It was cute. Just like you."

"That's it, I'm getting a shower."

"I don't think so." Wonwoo's free hand flies to splay out on your back, preventing you from moving and pressing your body even closer to his.

You purse your lips, brown eyes locking in on them immediately. "You think I'm on the same level as cockroaches."

"Only like the super cute, not-real ones." 

"…We're filing for divorce right after I clean up."

"Mhm, but I'm not done with you yet so it'd be a waste of water. Besides, you hate showering together."

You can't help but grind down against his stationary palm, wishing he'd just slip a finger inside. "Because… no one's getting clean… if you're in there with me."

"Exactly," he's entranced by how much of your arousal continues to coat his hand. Cock twitching with the ache to be where his fingers are instead. "You know the drill, baby. Besides, I'm aware of how much you like it when I'm wearing my glasses."

"Wonwoo…"

He hushes your moan with a smirk and another kiss to your irresistible lips. "Yeah, lovely. It's okay, I'll give you what you want. And what I want too."

Surely, you would've bashed your head open on the tile floors had it not been for the support of the countertop you'd braced your palm on. Legs as shaky as a newborn fawn with how long you've been buzzing with desire. Especially when your husband backs away to withdraw his hand, ravenously slurping up your essence with a blissed out face. An appreciative, low grunt as he licked his fingers clean, dark gaze not straying away from your naked body before him.

"Shouldn't have done the laundry, silly baby. How else am I supposed to control myself without any sort of relief to get me through the day?"

Your jaw drops. "Pervert!"

"Know you like it." He ignores the light slap to his shoulder that bears no malice, finding zero resistance when he tugs you by the hand to drag you into the bedroom. "You love when I'm this desperate for you. Can't get anything done, can't think of anything else… all you, you, and you. And this greedy pussy."

Your back's resting on the mattress before you can blink. Wonwoo sits and parts your legs, taking in the delectable sight of your puffy cunt that spreads open to seep more arousal. Asking to be taken care of and filled.

"Just look at it, how could I not desire it every moment of the day?" A kiss is pressed against your left ankle. "When it's just as perfect as you?" Another to the side of your knee cap. "And so fuckin' addictive." He switches to the right to suck the skin on your thigh. "Absoluting begging to be filled up so prettily whenever I want." 

It's a mix between a scream and groan of frustration that leaves your throat when your husband lightly smooches right above your hip crease before licking the salt off your skin. He's so close to where you want him and he grins at your patient façade slowly slipping. His tongue pokes out, just grazing the left side of your pussy. 

"Wonwoo…!" 

He is rarely this talkative, either he truly missed you or this is a new form of torture.

A pointer finger taps your pubic bone and drags downward, lifting away before it hits your clit. "And all mine," he growls out before devouring your cunt like you want.

Your husband eats you out like a starved man. Ravenous in all the best ways. Your hips can't help but jerk in time with the movements of his tongue lapping at your inner walls and cleaning up the gracious amounts of slick you've created. Whines leaving your mouth at how good it feels, fingers anxiously threading through his curls and making them even messier. Your legs wrap around his neck as you somehow bring his head even closer to drown inside your scent, your taste, and your wet heat.

Wonwoo revels in it.

Normally, he would have more control. More strictness, more fortitude. But he's so far gone, appreciative growls that could rival the best-selling vibrator on the market shake you to your very core. The frames of his glasses dig into your thighs but you don't even feel them with the intense amount of pleasure from Wonwoo's thumb playing with your clit. His nose occasionally adds to the mind-dumbing feeling by nuzzling against it when he shakes his head with vigor.

You have no choice but to hurdle towards a fast orgasm like a dam breaking. Unintentionally locking his neck in a position that might've snapped it if his face wasn't pressed so close and into your spasming hole. Screaming his name as you tear at hair strands a bit too viciously. Wonwoo takes it all in stride, too obsessed with prolonging that delightful peak of yours to care.

Only when your legs loosen up does he back away, pride filling his chest as he takes in your shaking form. Pushing up foggy lenses, he licks his lips slowly. The damp spot shining on his chin and nose is enough of a damning visual — one that's real and touchable, not of your imagination this time — for a tiny tremor to run through your thighs again. 

Wonwoo's sore jaw drops. "Baby, did you… did you just cum again?" The cool air away from your cunt clears his vision so he can marvel at the soiled wet patch on your shared blankets. A mumbled curse leaves his mouth. 

You're a vision. Strewn across the bed, skin shining with sweat while your disheveled husband is the epitome of sex. He cracks his neck, stretching his jaw.

Thinking. 

Contemplating.

"Just from that? Hah, what am I going to do with you?" 

"Fuck me," you moan and bring your legs that feel like Jello up to your chest. Squeezing your breasts between your thighs, you pout at him and flutter your lashes. A perfect look for a vixen, pleading yet sultry. "Please."

"Shit… can't tell if you're being bad or good. Augh, the things you do to me."

"'m good, s'good for you. Want you s'bad." 

Blabbering, you watch through bleary eyes at the rapid speed he tears off his sweatpants and manage to spread your legs even farther with how numb they feel when he climbs over top of you. Lenses flash in the light at the same time as a foil wrapper before he rips it, hissing in sensitivity to slide the condom on. You're thrilled when the heavy tip of his cock slaps against your prepped pussy, ready for him to lose all rationale. You're sorely disappointed to find out your husband has a pending question for you.

"Then why didn't you greet me when you came home? Hm? Pretty baby sulking in the bathroom 'cause I was gaming with the boys?"

"Ahhh…" you shake your head urgently, nails lightly scratching his biceps, and hips lifting off the bed in a sly effort to slip his dick inside. "No…"

Wonwoo clicks his tongue, halting your movements. "No? I need complete answers, love."

You need him to lose control. Fighting back a sob, you try to shake off your fucked-out state and reply to him properly. "Wanted to shower 'nd then come in no panties, sit… on your lap." 

"Yeah? Pretty baby was gonna keep me nice and warm in that snug pussy? Like we always do?"

"Mhm," tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, "maybe… maybe suck you off."

"Oh, wanted to choke on my cock so all those losers could hear those greedy gags of yours?"

All you can do is nod deliriously because his thick length is hot and hard. Laying outside your lower stomach exactly like it would if it was buried within you. 

Wonwoo snarls. "I think the fuck not. Absolutely not. Only I'm allowed to hear your pretty noises. Only me." He huffs, easing the tip inside finally, grunting at how you're already clamping around him like a vice. "You're made for me. All mine. No one else."

The last three syllables are punctuated by experimental, shallow thrusts to open you up for him. Your tongues tangle together as he continues to rock his hips forward, splitting you open until your pelvises kiss.

"That's it, baby. That's the sweet cunt I've been waiting for all day, dreaming of. There it is, shit! Whose pussy does this belong to?"

"Yours… hgnh, all yours… yours, yours yours…!"

"That's right, that's fuckin' right."

His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose but are pushed up by your own nose when you pull him by the neck to shut him up. Barely kissing anymore, it's an open-mouthed entanglement of debauchery. Neither of your moans get any quieter, especially when he rasps in your ear to make as much noise as possible because no one's around to listen.

Wonwoo's thrusts are sharp when he does pull out a little bit. But he doesn't want to leave your warmth for even one moment, mainly grinding as deep as he can into your fluttering hole and stimulating your clit. His hands tug at your nipples, alternating between squishing and squeezing at your tender breasts. Your legs splay compliantly out at the side, letting your husband use you to his content because that's what both of your goals tonight were.

You're shamelessly screaming when his tip touches that bundle of nerves and you're afraid you might actually black out when he continues to hit it with scary precision. 

"Gonna… be the death… of me."

Peering at you over his glasses, he smirks at your weak complaint. "Says the one… that's gonna snap off my dick… shit, lovey, stop tightening up so much!"

"Can't help it, feels so good."

"I know, baby," he pants out and kisses your cheek, "I know so just bare with me a bit more." Relief floods him momentarily when your gummy walls loosen their iron grip around his cock. "That's it."

Pulling out of your squelching pussy before you can clamp around him again with only the head wrapped around so prettily by your puffy lips, he has to pause to admire it. Then he slams inside so deep that you can't help but hit that intense climax while he's still stuffing the rest of his length back in.

He coos in his low voice, coaxing you through it with an almost cruel swivel of his hips. "You can give me one more, right? I know you can, you're so good for me."

You really don't know if you could but the minute you lock eyes with him, the feral need and want in them that takes your breath away is enough. It's tinier than all the ones prior but it pleases a fucked out Wonwoo. In seconds, he's spilling his seed into the condom, still nestled within your spasming walls.

"There it is, cream on my cock, love. Yeah, there we go… fuck, baby..." he pants, a telltale sign, "that's it... so perfect."

To say you're exhausted would be an understatement. You might've actually passed out because when you come to, your husband has already wiped you down and pulled the blankets over your naked body. You weren't cold at all before but now that the tidal wave of lust has ebbed away, a chill is settling in. Your cat has snuck into the bedroom too, curled up and purring at the end of the bed on top of the stuffed cockroach plushie.

"Wonwoo?"

"Right here, love." He's laying on top of the covers and wearing his sweats again. His glasses are on the nightstand, head propped up on one hand to stare affectionately at you. "Feel okay?"

"Yeah but I'm glad I'm off for the rest of the week. You fucked the life out of me."

A smug grin graces his face. "Yeah I know. Which is why I don't understand why you just didn't wait to do laundry tomorrow or something."

"Not this again. How old are you?"

"Old enough to know what will prevent me from blowing out your back all the time." He's ready to continue with a good defense but pauses at the smile you're trying to hide. "Wait… did you do that on purpose?" When you don't reply, he groans your name. "You did, didn't you?"

"We all have our little tricks," a finger traces down his exposed pecs, "although I didn't expect such a needy voicemail on my way home, it turned out just as planned."

He halts your wrist when you start journeying down his abs. "Not in front of the child, please."

"I'm too tired to do anything scandalous," you laugh and flip your aching body over to the other side. "Wake me up in a half hour so I can shower. Alone."

"I can't believe I was set up." Disbelief drips from his tone as he sets a timer on his phone but he reaches over you to turn off the light, pressing a kiss to your ear. "Well-played though. You have a lot of free time to make up for your misbehavior, don't you baby?"

"Mhm-hm."

Wonwoo can't see the second victorious smile hidden in the darkness. Really. You're just too smart, knowing your husband so well to get what you want. 

Mingyu would be proud. And grossed out.

onlyseokmins: February 2023 ©

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[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Yours, Always and With Love

Warnings: (implied) MCD, angst

For @longdaytogo 🫡🥲

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Dear "Mycroft",

I think I've finally figured out who you are. And I think it is bloody bollocking funny that I ended up with you as my pen pal. Are you really in the States? Merlin, I want to know what they think of you over there.

And you're wrong. There are people who miss you where you used to live.

You fucked up my nose,

HP

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I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not that person. You're not always right. You're can't be all good. People like you don't survive for long. I'm nothing like you and even I barely made it. You think you're special but you're just another fool like me. Find a new life like I did. Your government does not deserve your loyalty.

You deserved it for spying on me,

D. Mycroft

~

Malfoy.

I don't do what I do out of a sense of loyalty. I do it because I want to be of some use. I'm definitely not all good and am most certainly a fool, you're right.

People keep writing about my bravery. They don't know I fake it. They don't know how afraid I am all the time. If I were less afraid, I'd find that new life.

HP

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Dear Potter,

I think I might enjoy tales of your masked cowardice. Write some down and send them along with your next letter.

You do what you do because you were brainwashed into thinking that it is your purpose in life. It is decidedly not, I assure you.

Fake it one more time and find that new life. You'll thank me for it. And maybe you'll stop whinging about your crooked nose.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy.

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Dear Malfoy,

Is my nose actually crooked because Hermione insists it's not, and Ron always starts talking about Ludo Bagman's nose? Needless to say, they're not very convincing. I now know why my dates never owl me back.

Speaking of which, I've had help throughout all of my many celebrated adventures. Perhaps if I had help (read: company) I might actually go start that new life. Find a new name too, maybe, while retaining my real initials of course. I'd hate to have to change my signature.

What do you think fits well with "HP"?

Best,

Harry

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Dear Hideous Pumpkin,

I think your dates might owl you back if you shaved that scraggly beard off and found new glasses. You look like an expensively dressed homeless person in all your press photos.

We have a way of finding what we seek, I think. Three weeks ago, all I really wanted was to make a connection. Now I'm writing this one prat every other day and it feels quite fulfilling, rather.

You do have company. Look closer.

Best,

Draco M

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Malfoy,

Sorry about the late reply. Work-related rubbish that you're probably not interested in.

I actually have been considering new frames. Do you think I should get bedazzled ones? I think they're in vogue now. They might help bring out my eyes or something.

It's a funny thing: connection. Kind of unpredictable where one might find 'em, right? I think I'm glad the pen pal agency connected me to you. It's definitely a fulfilling connection.

I'm writing this at 3am right before I run into work and get assigned a new mission. I'll be undercover and incognito so receiving/sending mail won't be possible, so I'll respond next when I'm back home. To make up for it, I've written down some of my earliest memories of my life in the cupboard and how I once locked my cousin in there. Go nuts and I hope you pull something as you laugh at me, you prat.

I'll be thinking of you.

Harry

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Dear Potter,

I enjoyed your little collection of memories. You really were always an idiot, I've learnt. I don't know what on earth possessed you to believe that any of it would make me laugh, though. You rightfully blame me for a crooked nose but you don't think to unapologetically ruin the people who stomped on you like a bug when you were a baby and then proceeded to keep you under their boot until you were eleven?

I'm flying to England on the 24th. I'll be staying at the Ritz, London. If you're back from your mission and you're well, ring me at the hotel and ask for D. Mycroft. We'll have dinner or something. My treat.

I truly despise your job. I don't like the idea of you cut off from me the world like that.

I hope to see you soon.

Draco

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Potter, I'm writing only because it would be incredibly rude of me to leave without telling you. I don't know what you think of me after last night. I might have asked you, if you'd been here when I woke up.

I'm sorry.

Malfoy

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Draco, you absolute fucking idiot.

You write to me instead of ringing me on the number I gave you? And then I stroll into the fucking Ritz clutching sausage rolls and shitty coffee and the receptionist has to politely insist that I bugger off because "Mr. Mycroft has checked out already"?!

TEXT ME with your phone number and address. I'll book the next available flight to you.

You fucking idiot oh my god.

Harry

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Dear Hideous Pumpkin Head,

You left three of your socks here and none match. Also, I know we only just hung up but I still wanted to write because somehow it's harder to insult you when I'm in front of you or listening to your voice.

My sheets stink of you. I'm never leaving this bed, I think.

Draco

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Draco. Can't call. Destroy your phone and SIM. Stay within wards. Don't lose sight of your wand.

I will contact you as soon as possible. I am so fucking sorry. My god please be safe I am so sorry.

I love you.

Harry

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Harry,

Did I really need to get a new owl? I'm perfectly safe and I am not afraid. Not anymore. Not when I have you.

I'm hoping that when you write me back, it will be to tell me that you've handed in your notice. The new flat here is enormous and it feels empty without you. Tell me when you'll be shipping your stuff and I'll make arrangements to have them brought here.

I can't wait.

Love,

Draco

~

Harry, why won't you answer your stupid phone? Honestly, I'm tempted to write to the Ministry right now, if only I hadn't spent the last fifteen years wiping away all traces of my existence. How's the notice period going? Have you started packing yet? It's very, very quiet here and it's unsettling. I may end up getting a talking bird and it'll be your fault.

Please call me.

Love,

Draco

~

Harry your phone is turned off and I can't think why and I am writing separately to Granger as well. If I don't hear from either of you in three days, I'm coming back there and I don't care about fucking dark wizards. I'M a dark wizard, as I was reminded often. We'll fight them off together.

Please I can't bear this respond.

Draco

~

Granger says you went missing eleven days ago. I don't care if you're undercover. My owl won't come back without finding you first.

~

Dear Harry,

Today I woke up and looked out the window and it was snowing. Almost Christmas already! That night at the Ritz you talked about your horrifying Christmas experiences as a child and I vowed to rectify that as soon as I'm able.

I've hung up twenty-two stockings, my darling, and they all have your name on it. I have a list of things I think you'd have loved and I'm going to find them all and stuff those stockings until they're bursting.

I'm getting our tree today. You said you'd always wanted a real one. I wish you were here so we could decorate it together. I hate ladders.

I keep thinking about I can't believe it's been six months alre I want you here I can't pretend anymore Please come take me away with you

I miss you. Every second of every minute, I miss you. I love you more with each passing day. I want you to come back Harry plea

Yours, always and with love,

Draco

~

#i did it i lost my mcd virginity #I feel so exposed don't look at me #longy made me do it #everyone blame longy #my writing #drarry microfic #cw: mcd

[milogreer]

so uhh this is gonna be scatterbrained. but i'm gonna ramble about milo and (what little info we have on) colm. sorry in advance if it doesn’t make sense i just had to exorcise this demon 🫡

i believe "camping with your alpha boyfriend (2021)" is the earliest mention of colm in an audio. obviously we don't actually know milo's side of things because it's told from david's POV, but we still get the mental image of little thirteen year old milo sitting shotgun in his dad's pickup as they drive to their camping spot. gabe's goofing around in the truck bed to make david and asher laugh, and colm joins in the fun by swerving the truck to mess with gabe. very basic dad thing to do, my dad's done the exact same thing to me and my siblings. it feels familiar and silly, and david frames it as a good memory, so it feels like a good memory. which is important to the point of this post

in "celebrating the new house (2022)," we get a little more colm lore:

My dad was forever blowing any cash he made on fucking bets and gambling and shit, chasing some fucking high. My mom was the only reason we didn’t end up out on the fucking street. He didn’t pull his head out of his ass and get some help until after I’d already moved out. So I never got to have that feeling of being in a house that was actually ours, ya know?

already this is a stark contrast to what we've previously heard of colm (i don't think there's any real mention of him between sept 2021 and dec 2022?) and it kinda makes me look at that old memory in a different light, especially with regards to david saying marie was "nagging [colm's] ear off about being irresponsible and a bad example." like. ykwim? like i'm just thinking about that interaction and wondering how far along those problems were at the time, if they were present at all. was this a normal, fun family outing? or would milo have rather been in the truck bed with david, asher, and gabe?

(and the fact that it wasn't until after milo moved out that colm tried getting any help?? i could make a whole other post speculating about milo struggling with wanting to move out of that environment ASAP vs not wanting to leave marie on her own to deal with colm)

so then i'm re-listening to "your werewolf boyfriend is worried about you" and having a visceral reaction to (re-)learning that colm was also an alcoholic:

But what he chose to do with that frustration and that feeling of powerlessness was not his job’s fault, those were his choices. He’s the one who decided to lose himself in booze and gambling and never being home. Never being there for the people he said he loved but apparently couldn’t stand to be around.

the last sentence especially is just an absolute heartbreaker because milo's, what, thirty now? and he's been dealing with this since he was a kid. clearly he's not on great terms with colm. the only times he ever talks about him is when he's shit talking the department. that is a crazy weight for someone to carry their whole life. i don't have experience with the gambling side but i do have an alcoholic family member who i used to be really close to as a kid but grew up to intensely resent as a result of his actions, so it hits a little close to home to see that reflected in milo

but i digress. umm. i bring up the camping story to highlight the most recent mention of colm from milo and how there were good times and sometimes maybe it hurts to remember them when the person involved devastated you as you grew up because they weren't what you thought they were. and how these things follow you through life and impact how you approach certain things. milo has to live with the fact that the same system that royally fucked colm is potentially going to do the same thing to the love of his life; i never drink more than one shot or half a beer, if i drink at all, and i don't like being around drunk people. even though we don't hear about colm very often, his influence is still there whenever milo has to deal with the department in any way

anyway i guess TLDR; imagine living the majority of your thirty years of life feeling like your dad couldn't stand to be around you because he was too busy drinking himself stupid and gambling away every penny he had as a way to deal with the strain that his job put on him. imagine having to witness your mom struggle constantly to keep you cared for. imagine the few good childhood memories you have with your dad being overshadowed by thinking he didn't love you or your mom enough to change. imagine watching the department run your soulmate into the dirt physically and mentally the same way it did your father and wanting to be supportive of them but also being so worried for them. it's a really interesting situation for him to be in and i enjoy it but it hurts me. the end

#one thing about me is that i will gravitate towards characters with alcoholic family members whether i know it or not #redacted audio #redacted asmr #milo greer #sweetheart.txt #milo #colm

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Hi👋. Can you write a oneshot of kappa meeting a very subby and shy reader, flirting with them, realizing that they get flustered very easily. The flirting gets more intense as they go on (he calls them petnames like puppy and kitten) reader gets sooo flustered every time cuz of the pet names and everything he says. Smut ensues.

Pretty please🤭🙏

Hello my dear nonnie! 🖤 I know, this took like forever, but I hope you still like and are okay with the changes I put to it 🫶🏻 It got a bit out of hand and a bit dark 👀

Sugar

Summary: Is it love? Is it lust? Is it grooming? And does it even really matter?

Pairing: cultleader!Kappa x virgin!fem!Reader

Word Count: -1.8k

Content Warnings: Cult Flavoured Smut 18+!, Fingering, Loss Of Virginity, Unprotected P In V, Very Intentional Breeding, Age Gap (Reader is in her early 20s and Kappa somewhere in his late 40s), Strong Hints Towards Grooming, Praising, Kappa Being A Manipulative Piece Of Shit, From Consensual To Non-Con, A Forced Orgasm

A/N: The demonic ovulation hornyness is at it again, folks 🫡

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @lifelessvessel @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess @shady-the-simp  

And I know this doesn't make a lot of sense

But do you really wanna think about yourself now?

All I'm asking for's a little bit of faith

You know it's easy to believe

- Mantra By Bring Me The Horizon

Not even the first, just somewhat coherent thought had worked itself through your sleep-drunk synapses as you felt your body buzzing, a certain sense of warmth tingling through every muscle leading you to instinctively press your thighs together to ease the growing pulse between your legs. The sun wasn’t even up yet, a scarce handful of early morning birds were chirping outside in the twilight zone of it not being pitch black outside but also not really daytime already. 

Shuffling a little under your comfortably warm blanket, you arched your back, very offensively pressing your ass into the crotch of the softly snoozing man behind you. To you, he wasn’t just anyone, no, he was the man you’d been looking up to for nearly as long as you could think, from the very moment your mother had joined the commune you’d been infatuated with the sharp-witted man with the curly black hair and intensely blue eyes. At first, it had been a childish, innocent kind of fascination, of course, but over the years and over the inevitable course of you growing into a proper woman, you’d started to feel different, less pure sensations pulling you towards him, sentiments like the one that was holding you in a very tight grip for the past few days now and you couldn’t really piece together just how you’d managed to turn his attention towards you, but somehow it had ended up with him showing up at your little corner of the hideout night after night, presumably stricken with the same need to fulfill his bodily desires. 

Simply thinking about it caused you to bite down on your bottom lip, pushing back a needy whine wanting to emerge from the depths of your ribcage. Vibrant memories of how he’s been touching you night and night again flooded your drowsy train of thought, sending even hotter, more urgent jolts of need amidst your thighs. This man had made you feel things you could hardly put into proper words, all you knew for sure was you couldn’t have made yourself experience any of those sensual hights all on your own. No arousal-covered fingertips of yours, greedily rubbing over your clit, and no pillow, oh so desperately pressed between your legs, had been able to so far.

“G’morning, sugar.”, A hot exhale getting lost in your neck led your head to loll back against his shoulder, “Oh, babe…need me again already, huh? Such a perfectly needy, little thing.”

You nodded vigorously, the tell-tale heat of embarrassment creeping up into your cheeks in no time upon your nonverbal confession.

“ ‘M sorry, Kappa. didn’t mean to wake you.” You muttered, not having yourself in control enough to refrain from rubbing your behind in his lap.

“Issokay, sunshine, everything for you.”, Kappa cooed into your temple, his voice still a little raspy and raw, which sent a wash of goosebumps down your body, “Been such a good girl for me, no? Might just be time to give you all of me, hm? What do you think about that?” 

His words of praise murmured right into your ear like this had your face burning in a mix of hammering embarrassment and aching need for him to finally take you fully, devour you whole, and have his way with you.

“Please…” You mewled out, the heavy pulse between your legs fogging up your mind, intoxicating you with an unbridled desire to eventually feel him inside of you, filling you out as no man before him had.

“There, there…”, The older man behind you hummed, his tone laced with satisfaction as his left hand snaked along the curve of your waist, fingertips stroking across your hips before dipping down following the round your thighs, “Oh, so wet and warm already. Don’t you worry, I’ll help you with that and make you feel so, so good, you just trust me.”

You wanted to answer with just something, but every word got stuck in your throat as you felt his lean, nimble fingers pushing between your fold, gathering your arousal to not rub you sore as they started flicking over your swollen clit, instead, a wanton groan got lost in the dark of the room. Wanting, needing more of him, you tilted your hips a little to the side, sliding your left leg over his to give his hand more room and to simply show Kappa just how much you wanted him right now.

“What an eager girl you are, no?”, His lips brushed over the side of your forehead leaving soft, little pecks, “Always knew you’re the special one in the herd and with that, you get some special treatment, of course.” 

Kappa’s saccharine-sweet endorsements went straight to your head, rendering you plain dumb with his and between your legs, his fingers causing one wash of pleasure after the other to ripple through you. Simply by the sheer amount of unreleased hornyness and pent-up desire for finally being touched, you knew that you wouldn't last long at all if he kept on toying with your clit like that, seemingly knowing the ins and outs of your body already.

“C’mon, breathe for me, sugar. Calm down a little, don’t wanna get you all spent just now. Would much rather wanna feel you cumming all around my cock this time.” Under mewls and whines of your protest, he halted in his movements to adjust himself behind you, making you gasp out as you felt the tip of his pulsing, stiff hard-on prodding against your cunt from behind.

“Please, I want you so bad…don’t care if it hurts, I-” Kappa cut you off right there and then by allowing his hips to snap forward, his full girth spearheading into you, stretching you out unlike anything before.

“Shit…fuck, oh fuck…” It shot out of your mouth in a somewhat pained whimper that got chased by a breathy moan caused by Kappa’s fingertips stroking over your clit again.

With his cock buried deep inside of you, you didn’t really know what you felt. It was too much all at the same time but not necessarily in a bad way, no. Although your senses were reeling, physical sensations burning you from the inside out, you’d never felt more present and in the moment than right now. Pain turned into pleasure with every nudge of his fingers against your aching clit as your walls pulsed and throbbed around him, pulling him in deeper whilst a very distant part of you wanted to get him out to make the intense sensation of getting stretched out to accommodate him stop. It felt good and yet so, so wrong to a degree that had you lost in all kinds of conflicting sensations.

“Shit, good god, you’re such a perfect human, sugar, taking me so well, fuck. Can’t fucking wait to knock you up…” Kappa’s voice turned sinister, almost menacing all of a sudden, praise clashing with the carnal instinct to just rut into you, to fuck you into the mattress underneath until you were nothing but a whimpering, filled up little vessel for his deranged ideology.

“Knock me up?!” It sputtered out of your mouth, feeling how his free hand cupped your hip in a tight, nearly bruising grasp before you could only so much as try to get away from him.

“Oh, of course, sunshine. Why do you think I’ve waited about a week after your period stopped to finally fuck you, claim you, hm? That’s not all just for you, honey, and you better be thinking about the service you are doing for all of us right now.” His words started an avalanche of worry and panic to ignite in your chest, spreading into your breathless lungs whilst he started thrusting into you at a heavy, painful pace.

“No, stop, please…I don’t want to…” You tried scooting away from him but his hold on your waist was too tight.

“What did I just tell you?”, Kappa shushed you with a sharp sneer as he drilled himself inside of you again and again, pain, confusion and build-up arousal thrashing through your system, “Don’t just think about yourself now! It’s not just about you!” 

“It’s gon’ be, I promise.”, He went on, planting a deep kiss to your heated cheek, “Allow yourself to enjoy it, we both know it does, no?” 

With every rut of his hips against your rear, your body betrayed you more and more, your walls tightening around him and what you knew were the first, now unstoppable contractions of an oncoming orgasm he ripped from you.

“There you go, good girl, c’mon, cum for me.” Kappa’s tone rendered a little sore upon feeling your violated cunt clenching down around him, muscles erupting into heavy spasms as you tried to choke back each and every moan that wanted to gush right out of you.

With his fingers still pleasuring your clit, his cock balls deep inside of you, you helplessly fell apart. Your eyes fluttered shut and every nerve ending felt to be in overdrive as he tore the most intense orgasm you’d ever felt right out of you. You wanted to cry out, weasel and squeeze your naked body from his bruising grasp but at the same time, you saw stars flickering up on the black of your eyelids whilst your legs grew numb as the release washed through you. 

“Fuck…pulling me in like a desperate, little slut.” He laughed out, shoving himself into you as deep as he possibly could before spilling his load all the way inside.

You took note of this new sensation, a sticky warmth flooding your insides, filling you up that extra bit which drew a new, softer wave of contractions from your cunt, your body making sure to keep it all in, practically sucking it up.

“See?”, Kappa cooed against your temple, “You did so well, sugar, ‘n I’m gonna breed you again and again until I see your belly swelling up with my child.” 

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #kappa x reader #kappa smut #kappa #kappa black mirror #kappa x fem!reader #black mirror 6 #black mirror #black mirror: beyond the sea

[metallicaislife]

What’s Your Fantasy?

A/N: I made a reference to one of my first fics. I saw the opportunity and took it lmao 🫡

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut minors dni

Word Count: 685

Warnings: Threesome, m x f x m pairing, oral(f and m receiving), taking pics during sex, drug use

I was hanging out with Cliff and James. Two of my best friends. We were sharing some of Cliff’s magic green and having a good time. I’m not sure what brought us to the topic, but we found ourselves talking about sex. 

“Okay, but seriously, what is one of your fantasies?” James asked me curiously. 

“I can answer and you aren’t going to judge me?” I followed up with a question. James rolled his eyes. 

“Duh. Are you going to judge her, Cliff?” James turned to Cliff who was sitting next to me. 

“Nope.” He responded, then took a hit off the joint. 

“Fine, okay. This stays here in this circle and dies in your memory tonight.” I started, “I have a fantasy where you two fuck me at the same time.” I said. I immediately regretted it. I should have said something else, anything else. I could have easily lied, but that weed was like a goddamn truth serum. They shared a look and I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. “Well I’m gonna go.” I said standing up. 

“Sit down.” Cliff said in a commanding voice. I did as he said. I held my breath. 

“Funny, I’ve fantasized about having sex with her, but never sharing. Sounds fun though.” James said. 

“Very.” Cliff added. 

Before I knew what was happening, we were in James' room on his bed. I laid between Cliff’s legs with my head resting on his chest as he played with my breasts. 

James head between my thighs as he lapped at my cunt. 

“Oh fuck.” I moaned and fisted James' hair. 

I could feel Cliff’s erection poking my back. He shifted every once in a while rubbing his cock along my back. 

James slipped two fingers in me alternating between curling and scissoring them. I came moaning loudly. 

James looked up, he looked so hot with my slick all over his chin. He got up and went to the dresser, he put a condom on. He grabbed a camera and came back over. He knelt in front of me, lifted my hips with one hand and entered me. 

“So fucking hot.” He muttered and snapped a picture. 

“Lars wishes this is what was in his spank bank.” Cliff said and nibbled my shoulder. I giggled but it turned into a moan as James hit my g-spot. He pulled out.

“On your stomach.” James commanded me. “Cliff, hand me a pillow.” He said. I flipped around and Cliff handed him a pillow. James grabbed my shoulder pulling me up. He placed the pillow where he wanted and let me lay back down. The pillow under my hips so he had the perfect angle to fuck me. I took Cliff’s cock in my hand. I rubbed the precum that had leaked out rubbing it down his shaft. I licked the tip then took him in my mouth. I heard the camera click a couple more pictures before it was discarded. James gripped my hips as he snapped his hips into me unrelentingly. He reached around to rub my clit and I found it hard to focus on giving Cliff the head he deserved. Cliff’s fingers tangled in my hair as he helped guide me on his cock. 

“So cock drunk. Getting fucked and sucking. Such a pretty slut.” Cliff said. My glossy eyes met his as he smirked at me. Tears streamed down my face as I came. Cliff shoved my head down as far as I could go, coming down my throat. I could feel the condom expand inside me as James hips stilled. Cliff pulled my head up letting his cock fall from my mouth, he gingerly laid my head on his lap petting my hair as he lit a cigarette.  

“Fuck, you did so well.” James said as he rubbed my ass. “When you’re done, are you ready to swap?” I lifted my head as he spoke to Cliff. Cliff looked down. 

“Think you can give us two more orgasms sweetheart?” He asked. I nodded, knowing it would be so overwhelmingly great. 

“Good girl.”

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #cliff burton #cliff burton x reader #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #metallica smut #cliff burton smut #james hetfield smut

[mysticficti0n]

goodbye... for awhile

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warnings- swearing, fluffy, emotional, 16years old

words- 1.8k

a/n-I had this idea last night while watching something on insta so here's my go at it! just pretend thats you and Tom 🫡 and for when they preform in class for the lesson I know 'all I wanted' is a song by Paramore (love them sm) but lets say for the sake of this Y/n, Bill and Tom created it okay?

(editing B here may I say I cried while writing this... and editing this so if you ever need to cry, this has you covered)

I woke up and my mood dropped immediately, it was Friday which most people would be excited obviously- the weekend was on it's way, but the thought of today created a pit in my stomach, my last day with the Kaulitz twins, they were my best friends since we began at the school, Bill and I would meet up after lessons everyday and walk home together sometimes even staying at his for dinner, then Tom began hanging with us and 5 years later we've been all best friends and me and Tom started dating we were 14 and now we're 16 and only me, him, our parents, Bill and his other bandmates know about us- but after today....what was us going to become.

I got ready wearing some jeans, a top which tucked neatly to my sides and some shoes I got for my birthday, I decided to go simple with make up, I already was crying so I didn't need mascara dripping down my cheeks. I looked to the mirror and smiled taking a breath "honey?" my moms voice appeared around the corner and then her face with a small smile "oh sweetheart" she cooed walking in a wrapping her arms around me rubbing my back "I know you're gonna miss them, but I promise you'll see them when they're back- it's okay" I sighed to her shoulder letting my tears go down my face before we pulled away

"I'm just scared to be on my own mom and I'll miss them both so much and... I don't want them to leave but I know they have to" I breathed shakily trying to stop the cries before my mom spoke the bell rang making my heart sink instantly

"we'll talk after okay, lets go to them" I nodded grabbing my bag and walking down the stairs as she opened the door "oh boys" she sighed pulling the two for a hug "I'm so proud of you both but gosh we're going to miss you sweets, but you'll be amazing" she spoke pressing a kiss to both their cheeks, letting them out her arms and I finally looked to their faces which looked sadder and I just looked down and covered my face "talk to her boys" my mom said patting their shoulders and soon I felt hands wrap around me

"I'm gonna miss you two so much" I managed to say between my sobs "but I'm so excited for you, I just don't know what I'm gonna do without you guys" we all pulled away and I saw tears slipping from the brown eyed twins "I'm sorry" a small laughed left my lips

"making us cry Y/n" Bill grinned wiping his eyes "I just... I wish we could bring you along with us" he said while looking to Tom who was looking to me, I turned to him and saw tears streaming down his skin

"oh Tom-" I stood taking him into my arms letting his face go to the crook of my neck "its okay- you're okay"

"I-i'm gonna miss you so much" he whimpered to me his hands clinging to me "I don't wanna leave you Y/n" he whispered

"I know" I breathed pressing a kiss to his cheek "I'm going to watch all your interviews though, and anything I find of your band and I'll try come to a few shows I promise" Bill came over and hugged me along with his brother and my arms curled around the two as we all really excepted it was happening

"darlings- lets get a last photo together, for memories" my mom's smooth voice broke us apart and I stood between the two still crying with a painful hiccup every few seconds but smiling non the less "okay 1...2...3" the camera flashed a few times before she started to well up "beautiful, you... you three need to go to school no...now" her voice broke "Y/n I'll see you after and... oh boys" she sighed as the two came to her arms again "love you two so much"

"love you Y/M/N" they answered coming away and taking a breath "ready?" Tom looked to me giving his hand which I took and I said goodbye to my mom and walked out the house for the last time with them.

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1-3rd period flew by and three o'clock was near approaching, our last class together was music which is were we all first met, Tom was already sat at the table when me and Bill walked in from our last lesson and we pulled out chairs out from the desk "last hour" Bill spoke looking to his brother who nodded "I think we get to finish our pieces today- I need the paper" Bill rose and went to the teachers desk leaving me and Tom

"you okay?" I spoke shuffling my chair closer to him and he just shook his head "same, b..but we need to just enjoy this okay- I love you so much" I whispered hitting his leg with my foot

"love you too" a smile appeared to his lips as he playfully kicked me back laughing as I missed my shot "idiot" he spat seeing me huff in annoyance

"got the papers!" Bill cheered coming back and placing the sheet music in front of us, our song 'all I wanted', I was singing along with Bill who was playing the piano and Tom was doing acoustic guitar for the background "okay so we need to practise the end bit and Y/n you can do the 'you' bit okay the really long one" I nodded listening to him speak over what we both had to do, through his speech I felt Toms hand search under the table for mine so quickly when I realised I grabbed his palm and held it under the table giving him the 3 squeeze 'I...Love...you'

Time flew by and it got to our time to perform, we stood in from of our class and teacher who was smiling "before we begin, this is Tom and Bills last day with us before they leave to go on tour! congratulations boys so this people is like a free concert, along with Y/n of course" hearing another person say it was their last day hit my heart in a way I didn't know it could be hit and my eyes teared up "ready?" we all nodded and started our song , throughout the song I could feel a pair of eyes on my side, Tom who sat with a proud smile as I actually hit the note with a tear falling from my eye and then hearing gasps from the class

"all I wanted was you!" we ended and the crowd before us applauded, our teacher clapping too, we all hugged before going to our seats, me and Bill highfived as we sat down and I quickly rubbed the tears from my eyes Tom through me a wink and then the bell sounded meaning time for last lesson where I'm with neither of the boys "I'll see you outside" I turned to the two who nodded and Bill was pulled into a conversation with our teacher and Tom turned to me

"we'll be picked up by this bus thing and Georg and Gustav will be in there so if you wanna say goodbye to them too you can" he smiled wrapping his one arm over my shoulders

"great more crying" I giggled leaning to his arm "I don't want you to go Tom" my voice was calm but inside I was falling apart already

"I don't wanna either... mhh- want me and Bill to walk you to your lesson for the last time? like the old times" he spoke changing the subject before we both started to cry again

"yeah...yes please"

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"have a good weekend everyone!" my teacher announced meaning it was our time to leave, I hurriedly grabbed my things and rushed out the room and sprinted down the corridor to the outside where I could see a mass of people and camera's pointed to two people and a tall man, fuck

"move! please move!" I shouted shoving the crowd as I realised it was Tom and Bill being escorted to the bus that was taking them away "BILL! WAIT BILL PLEASE WAIT" I screamed before finally getting out of the sea of bodies seeing him turn around to me and I rushed into his arms "I'm gonna miss you Bill- fuck I don't want you to leave me here, but do us all proud okay?"

I felt another pair of hands try to pry me away "excuse me ma'am" it was their bodyguard which Bill quickly brushed away before bringing me close again

"we will call- every day, I'll miss you so much- do us proud here too! you'll be amazing okay? come to our shows to see us, scream us I'll know its you okay?" I nodded as tears fell down our cheeks "bye Y/n/n" I sobbed hearing him say it

"bye Billy" I spoke before he let go and I saw Tom rush toward me and I just jumped to his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and crying into his skin "I love you so much Tom- I love you so so much, you'll do amazing out there, and call me okay- please call me my love and...and don't forget about me " I cried to him and I felt his chest stutter

"I will baby I promise I'll call every night, I'm so sorry we need to go, I love you so much my sweet girl, I promise I will visit when I can and I'm telling you now I wont forget you- how could I?" we pulled apart but still in each others arms "I love you so fucking much baby- so much"

"I love you Tom" we forgot about the crowd and our lips pressed together, it was a kiss I never wanted to leave because I knew leaving it meant I had to let go of him, my boy- I could taste our tears mixing on our lips as we breathed unsteadily before the horn of the car honked "you'll be so good out there... I love you Tom- I love you so much"

"fuck I love you so much Y/n"

we hugged once more before he climbed into the van, I quickly waved to Georg and Gustav who sat patting Tom's back as I watched him sob into his hands, Bill held a heart up as the engine purred awake "DO YOURSELF AND US PROUD AND I PROMISE I'LL COME SEE YOU GUYS- LOVE YOU SO MUCH" I yelled as the began to drive, Tom blew me a kiss before they began to speed up down the road and then they were gone and I just the tears slide down my face until mom showed up coming out the car and wrapping me in a hug "they're gone- they're gone mom" I welped

"I know darling- I know" she held me so tight and brushed the tears from my face "you'll see them again- all of them, and they'll make us all so happy- trust me"

#tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz #00s #georg listing #tokio hotel #gustav schäfer #germany #bill kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz x reader #humanoid #2000s #2000s music #romance #young love #saying goodbye

[txtistheloml]

pls make more kai smuts

hi anonie !! you didnt specify so i hope this is okie <3

sweet treats - huening kai

word count: 961..!! (this is pure brainrot effects 🫡🫡)

warnings: implied afab!reader, pure fluff at the start tbh, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap guys!), oral (fem rec.), nth much tbh, lmk if i missed anyth !!

as we all know, kai loves loves loves egg tarts! so on a day while he was at practice, you pulled out some recipes and youtube videos to try and recreate it for him since he had been working so hard on the new comeback these days!

dribbles of raw egg were here and there on the countertop, flour practically everywhere - even on your face to say the least, packs of sugar, cartons of milk, cans of custard laying on every part of the counter as you finally push the tray or egg tarts onto the oven rack for baking.

sighing at the mess you made, you cleaned it up hastily knowing kai was going to be back soon and you definitely did NOT want him to see the utter mess you went through just to bake him his precious egg tarts.

as the oven goes ding!, signalling the egg tarts were ready, you took them out for them to cool as you looked at your creation, the look of proudness clear in your eyes.

just as you are fanning the tray of egg tarts with your mittens, you could hear the door unlocking, kai coming through the door immediately running to you in tiny, giving you a back hug and a kiss on your jaw.

“woah, y/nie you made these? they look so good!” kai exclaimed as you only giggle and nod, saying, “of course i did! who else would be so nice to you other than mee <3 oh but you can’t eat them yet though they have to cool first!” and luckily you said it just on time as kai was already reaching out for it, sending a playful smile your way.

“hmm, how should we pass time now while waiting baby?” kai mumbles as he starts trailing kisses in the span of your neck, clearly having plans laid out in his mind already, but he wasn’t to blame! you were in one of his big shirts and only your cute underwear baking his egg tarts for him, who could resist that sight?

turning around in his embrace to face him, you press a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away swiftly, leaving kai to whine but his whines were cut short as you connect your lips again, in a more sensual way this time. kai instinctively starts bucking his hips foward seeking for much needed friction. pushing you backwards onto the counter, he starts grinding your already drenched cunt, causing you to let out a soft moan as he glides past your clit. he takes this chance to slide his tongue into your mouth, merely taking dominance as you follow his leading, tongues dancing together as he gives you delicious friction by grinding into your cunt.

you pull away abrubtly, needing to fuel air into your lungs after that kiss, whining need more hyuka.. as you claw on his sturdy chest. “my princess deserves a reward for being so good for me no? fuck i’ve been thinking about you and your sweet cunt throughout practice today.” he says as he drops to his knees, practically ripping your underwear off impatiently. he doesn’t wait for a reply as he gives a hard suck to your clit, the sensation too sudden as you let out a loud moan. kai continues lapping at your cunt, switching between using his tongue to circle your clit and sucking it. as soon as a hurried m’close hyuka! tumbles from your lips, he’s pushing two fingers into you and pumping them in and out so quickly, hitting your sweet spot immediately from memory.

shameless whines and moans were tumbling out of your mouth as waves of your orgasm washes over you, kai helping you to ride through it, slowly slowing down to a complete stop. kai stands up maintaining eye contact with you as he laps the cum of his fingers, chuckling when he sees you taking in shaky breathes, still recovering from your high.

pulling down his sweats as he gives his dick a few pumps, he’s walking even closer to you, gliding his tip up and down your folds before placing his thumb at your clit and rubbing it steadily as he sinks into your cute lil hole slowly. everytime you and hyuka had sex it always felt new, the slight burn every time he splits you apart with his long and girthy dick is something you would never get used to.

as he waits for you to get used to his size, he’s fondling with your breasts, rolling the nipple between his fingers, the thumb on your clit never stopping. when you give him the go-ahead, boy is completely gone. thrusting into you sloppily but roughly as he mutters something about have been waiting for this all day love.. with moans in between every few words. this was enough to drive you insane, his delicious dick going in and out of you, hand working on your clit has you on the verge of tears, babbling something kai can’t seem to understand along with cries of pleasure. with the both of you chasing your high relentlessly, it doesn’t take long before you’re cumming together, moans so loud you’re sure your neighbours have heard you. kai is still not letting up, fucking into you with as much energy as before, wanting to fuck his pretty girl dumb as a thank you.

when he’s finally done with you though, he would be so so sweet, helping you run a shower before settling down before the tv, turning on the current show you were watching and feeding you egg tarts as if he wasn’t rearranging your guts just a second ago. cuddles and kisses are definitely a must from the aftercare king <33

feedback would be appreciated along w likes nd rbs hehe~

#hueningkai drabble #huening kai smut #hueningkai fic #txt drabbles #txt smut #txt fics #evelyn answers #evelyn’s works ⭐️

[spicybylerpolls]

people sleeping on the fact that mike and will hadn't seen each other in their time apart, which is when their sexualities were coming into bloom. so any sexual attraction and burgeoning sexuality is not about objectivism or lewdness, but rather fantasy, sensation memory, imagination...

the duffers made this absence a choice in the story, and its a clever device. think how different stranger things would be if will and el hadn't left, and mike's attraction to men was coming into bloom with will and el still around in hawkins!

so seeing as it's fantasy, its not like byler's attraction could even be dirty - it was just about them thinking of being close to each other, their dreams etc were probs so vague and emotional instead. and then when they saw each other again, it reiterates the awkwardness of said fantasy, because their memories probably distorted how each other looked somewhat and so encountering the real thing is jarring.

i also think that will is just as aware of sexuality as mike, but also a little closer to accepting his identity (alan turing poster). his discomfort is a huge part of the story, his IH, his dad, his shame, but just because will doesn't have posters of guys on his wall doesn't mean he isn't thinking physically of sex: he checks out mike at the airport, when theyre walking out of the airport, at the breakfast table, etc.

at this point, again, a lot of it is curiosity: i haven't seen you for half a year, oh, this is what you look like now... AND oh, i'm attracted to you and now I can see what your body looks like, i hadn't paid much attention to that before ...

and ofc we have mike doing the same (in the bedroom scene) and then there's all the phallic imagery which is a wink and a nod, but also i think has double meaning for other things in the story, like the split/rod through the brain changing the personality thing from s2

and lastly, let's not forget that will is an artist. we don't know if he has been doing life drawing classes (not sure how the US system works with this stuff in schools) but he HAS been drawing figures for much of his life. when he did that painting of the party, a lot of attention to detail was paid. not to say it's a sexual painting, but if you look at mike's stance compared to the other party members, the way he's standing, you have to acknowledge that will had no problem painting mike's anatomy, his legs, crotch, his body. the stance calls for it, but will could also have picked another stance. he could have had the shield lower (it's barely covering mike actually - is it symbolic of something else?!?!), mike's left leg could have been forwards... anything. as an artist, when i was younger specifically, i would have been blushing as I was painting a friend i was in love with, if i had to paint their body in this way.

we know will expresses himself through his art and stories, and painting someone is a very intimate act. i think will expresses not only his love but his sexuality this way.

++ am i saying that when theyre a bit older, mike is going to pull a rose dewitt bukater and ask to be drawn? jury's still out. but for now, that painting, for will, was probably an extended part of the fantasy of mike in his absence.

Delicious points, nonny!

"Then when they saw each other again, it reiterates the awkwardness of said fantasy, because their memories probably distorted how each other looked somewhat and so encountering the real thing is jarring."

YES! 🫡 Of course, that's a huge part of the deliriousness, awkward fever dream of the airport reunion and the fruity ass roller rink. And I'd never thought of this aspect of it, but I LOVE the idea that Will's painting and the level of anatomical detail given to Mike inherent to it is a huge way of Will expressing and exploring his sexuality.

No wonder El picked up on Will liking someone. He was glowing with desire and passion. He was overflowing with love for Mike Wheeler. Art is the one place Will can be gay as hell, the one place where Will's fantasies have a natural (and plausible deniable, if needed) outlet.

And I can't imagine that as a teen boy, his mind didn't wander to other places lmao, especially while drawing Mike in this way and thinking about what might be underneath Mike's armor 😋.

And if just the idea of Mike being the heart and being the leader and being the hero is enough to get Will giggling and twirling his bowl cut and kicking his feet? RIP Will in Season 5. Especially with the muscles Mike has started to show in these recent Finn pics? ❗❓

#byler #spicy byler #will byers #mike wheeler #no poll

[alwaysonthemend]

Good Girl | SFK

Author’s Note: Request from the lovely @bizzielisteningtogreta for some dom Sammy. Ask and you shall receive, my friend 🫡 This is unbeta’d so sorry for any mistakes. (I wrote this in one sitting so there’s probably a lot lmao)

Summary: After a night of relentless teasing, Sammy shows you who’s really in charge. 

Content Warnings: Cussing, talk of being drunk, edging, fingering (f. receiving), oral (m. and f. receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, dom Sam. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3590

Preview: 

“Since you decided to act like a little brat all night, I’m going to treat you like one. And if you’re a good little girl for me, I’ll let you cum. Understood?” 

You nod quickly, excitement and adrenaline coursing through your body. 

“Words.” He says darkly, eyes filled with lust. 

“Yes sir.” You say meekly. 

“Good. Now go up to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me.” 

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The thing is, you’d been asking for it all night. Sam was always so sweet to everyone, and he rarely got angry or upset – even when his brothers were being particularly annoying. Even in the bedroom, Sam is usually pretty soft – preferring to take his time and treat you “like the princess that you are,” as he often says. But there’s a darker streak in Sammy, brewing under the surface, waiting to be unleashed. And sometimes, you just can’t help but to provoke him in the hopes of getting to him. And tonight you needed it. 

You’d started off pretty simple. The two of you were headed to a dinner party – an important one, where lots of influential executives would be present. It was a fancy event, and so you’d chosen to slip into a little dress that you know always drives Sam crazy. It’s the dress that you had worn on your first date with him, and it definitely carried with it some… pleasant memories of your first night together. You stood in front of your floor length mirror, admiring the way the dress accentuated your curves. You felt beautiful. And Sam was quick to agree with you. 

“You look divine, y/n.” He’d said, slinking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You know I love this dress.” 

You turned your head and nuzzled into his cheek. 

“I know.” You said simply, before pulling away from him to grab your shoes. You made sure your back was to him as you leaned over, giving him a nice view of your ass. He hummed in approval before leaving to go and grab his keys. 

Your next opportunity arose during dinner. He was sitting next to you, his attention on some manager you didn’t know as the guy was sharing a very boring story about something or other. You reached your hand stealthily towards Sam, thankful that the tablecloth could cover what you were about to do, and placed your hand innocently on his thigh and squeezed. He turned to stare at you sharply, but you turned your head away – pretending not to notice as you asked Josh how his day had been. You couldn’t see Sam, but you could easily imagine the way his eyes were probably narrowing at you. 

Eventually, he looked away and you took the opportunity to slide your hand farther upwards, brushing your fingertips over his clothed dick. You felt him twitch in his pants and he slammed his knee into the underside of the table. You whipped your hand away as everyone turned to stare at him. 

“Sorry, guys.” He muttered, cheeks flaming.

You kept your eyes deliberately pointed away from him the rest of dinner, but you could practically feel the holes his eyes were burning into the side of your head. 

It didn’t take long for yet another chance to tease Sam arose. Danny had suggested that the band head out to a little bar down the road to spend some more relaxed quality time with each other. Life tended to get a little crazy for the boys, and they were often looking forward to getting to spend time with each other in places where things were a little more laid back. 

“Do you want to come with us?” He’d asked as you all rose from the table. 

“Only if you and the guys don’t mind. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” 

Sam smiled, the tension from earlier momentarily forgotten. 

“We’d love for you to come.” He grinned. 

He placed his large hands on your shoulders, sliding behind you to exit the cramped dining area. As he moved, you shifted your hips back into his, sliding your ass against his crotch. 

“Oh sorry, babe!” You said as he jerked back. “I didn’t realize you were trying to get around.” 

You turned from him quickly and began walking towards the door, glancing back for a moment to see him standing there, rooted in place with his jaw hanging open at you. 

“Coming?” You called. 

He shook his head and followed. 

The bar was a smaller place, far more intimate than the snooty restaurant where you’d eaten. It had a lounge area off to the side of the bar equipped with several tables and chairs and pool tables. Danny and Jake were quick to challenge each other to a round, and Josh declared he would play the winner. 

“Wanna play, y/n?” Sam asked, placing his drink down on the table. An idea – a terrible, wonderful idea began to take shape in your head. You slammed back the last of your drink before rising from your seat. 

“Sure! But I haven’t ever really learned how to play.” 

Sam grinned at you. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

The two of you walked over to the other pool table and Sam pulled the triangle off its hook, placing it on the table and gathering up all the balls. You grabbed two sticks off their wrack on the wall and handed one to him. 

“First things first, someone has to break.” He said, rounding the corner of the table and settling into position. He struck the cue ball, sending all of the others rolling in different directions. A striped one sunk into the far right pocket. “And since I got a striped one in, I’ll be aiming for the striped ones for the rest of the game and you’ll be aiming for the solid ones.” 

He walked around the edge and lined his stick up again.

“If you make one in the pocket, you get to keep going until you miss.” 

You nodded, fighting to keep your face straight. 

“What about the black one?” You asked, cocking your head to the side and giving him your best innocent eyes. “Do you win if you get it in one of the pockets?” 

He hit the que again but none went in. 

“Not quite. You only try to sink the black one if you’ve gotten all of the others into a pocket. If you hit it in before that, you automatically lose.” He walked over to stand beside you. 

“Your turn.” 

You lowered yourself, purposefully getting too low and lifting the back end of the pool stick up high. 

“Like this?” 

“Not quite.” He laughed, coming up behind you and pushing the end of the stick down. “You wanna try and keep this as level as possible, otherwise you’ll hit too low on the ball and it won’t go straight.”

You nod and purposefully miss the que. 

“Fuck!” You exclaimed. “Sam, I don’t like this game at all!” You said, turning to face him with a laugh. 

“You’re just mad because you’re not automatically good at it.” He gave you a rueful smile. “Try again.” 

You got into position, again making sure to get too low towards the table. You drew back to try again but Sam stopped you with a hand on your elbow. 

“Wait. Try and straighten your posture a bit. That might help.” 

You shuffled your feet even closer to the table. 

“Like this?” 

“Like this” Sam said and he grabbed your waist and shifted you back slightly. You allowed him to maneuver your body into the proper position. He didn’t move away once you were settled and you took the opportunity to again shove your ass into his crotch, purposefully adding some force to it. Sam let out a choked groan as you struck the que, sinking one of the solids into the pocket. 

“Y/n…” Sam whispered dangerously in your ear, lips just barely grazing your skin. 

“I did it!” You cried, turning to face him in excitement, doing your best to act as though you had no idea what you had just done. Sam’s eyes met yours, ablaze with thinly concealed anger. You walked away from him, lining up to shoot again. You sunk two more balls in a row before missing the third. 

“You already knew how to play pool, didn’t you?” Sam asked, voice strained with frustration and annoyance. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said as you breezed past him to grab a sip of your drink. 

The game continued on, and everytime it was your turn you made sure to stick your ass out, allowing your dress to ride up on your thighs. You won easily, completely outclassing your distraught boyfriend. 

The night drew to a close with Jake completely drunk off his ass and Josh quickly catching up to him. 

“I guess I should take these two home.” Danny said, coming up to sit beside you as you watched the twins playing a drunken game of pool where neither of them had any chance of actually hitting the cue. Sam was sitting to your left, cooly sipping his drink with his free hand clenched in his lap. 

“Need some help? Josh and Jake are a handful when they’re not totally hammered.”

“Nah, I got ‘em. You and Sam go enjoy a night off.”

“Thanks, Dan.” You say as you rise to give him a hug. “Call if they get too hard to handle.”

“I will.” He laughed before turning to Sam to say goodbye. 

“Hey! Thing 1 and Thing 2!” You call, walking over to the pool table. “Me and Sammy are headed out!” 

Josh and Jake both turn to you, both voicing their disappointment at your departure. 

“Lame. The both of you.” Jake says, capturing you in a side hug. “You guys be good.” 

“Or be good at it.” Josh says, wrapping you in a goodbye hug of his own. He’s always a touchy drunk, and you allow the hug to go on longer than is usually deemed normal. You give him one last squeeze before extracting yourself from his grip. You turn away, only to be met with the angry face of Sam Kiszka. He strides over to you, eyes blazing, and grabs your wrist tightly. 

“Let’s go.” You comply, allowing him to drag you out the door. 

The car ride home is completely silent. Sam stares resolutely ahead, jaw clenched and his grip on the wheel tight. You stare at him a moment, admiring the way his hair frames his face. The moonlight accentuates his jaw, highlighting its sharpness. You look away, clenching your thighs together in anticipation of what’s to come. 

Sam pulls the car into the driveway of the house, and you exit the vehicle quickly. You unlock the door and step inside. As soon as the door closes behind you, Sam slams your back into the wall. You drop the keys and they make a loud clatter that seems deafening in the silence. 

“What in the fuck is wrong with you?” Sam asks through clenched teeth, leaning in close. You can feel his breath on you, he’s so close. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, the tremble in your voice betraying how excited you are.  

“You know exactly what I mean, y/n.” He says, reaching a hand up to rest on your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat is there if you misbehave even more.  

“First, you wear this damn dress,” he says, eyes raking up your body. “Then, you purposely embarrass me at dinner by pulling that little stunt under the table cloth. A dinner, I might add, that had a lot of very important people.” You whimper as he leans down, pressing his lips to your ear. “And then, you grind your ass into me not once, but twice!” He bites your earlobe lightly, the sting making even more wetness flood between your thighs. “Then,” he says, barely above a whisper, “you and I both know that you lied about not knowing how to play pool. Just so you could tease me even more.” 

“Sammy…” You whimper, your cunt throbbing with need. 

“Don’t “Sammy” me.” He growls, twisting you around and pressing you face first into the wall. “You don’t get to say anything – especially since you decided to top all this off by getting all touchy feely with my brother.” 

You whimper, pushing your hips back into him. You can feel his cock, hard and straining, through the fabric of his pants. 

“Nope.” He says, pulling away from you completely. “Since you decided to act like a little brat all night, I’m going to treat you like one. Then, if – and only if, you’re a good little girl for me, will I let you cum. Understood?” 

You nodded quickly, excitement and adrenaline coursing through your body. 

“Words.” He says darkly, eyes filled with lust. 

“Yes sir.” You say meekly. 

“Good. Now go up to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me.” 

You hastily clammer away from him, taking the stairs quickly up to your shared bedroom. You rip your clothes off before taking a seat on the bed. You wait. You can’t hear anything from downstairs and you wonder what he’s doing. You reposition, lying back against the headboard. Still, he doesn’t come up. You reach your hand between your thighs, seeking to soothe your aching pussy. You circle your clit a few times, eyes closing at the relief. 

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” 

Your eyes snap open and you rip your hand away from yourself. 

“No.” 

He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“No, sir.” 

He walks to the middle of the room and stops. He’s not taken any of his clothes off yet, and you can’t help but wish you could see more of him. He watches you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you all wet and needy. 

“Come here.” 

You rise, and pad over to him softly. 

“On your knees.” 

You do so, chest heaving with anticipation. You look up at him expectantly, but he says nothing. There’s a challenge in his eyes – a look that you rarely get to see on him. He’s waiting to see if you’ll take the bait. You have half a mind to say nothing. But you need him too badly to mess around anymore. 

“Need it, sir.” You say quietly, eyes begging. “Need you to fuck my mouth.” 

Sam smiles wickedly. 

“Well, do it then.” 

You nod and reach your hands up to his zipper slowly. You pull it down and unbutton his pants, sliding them down to his thighs. His cock is tenting his underwear, and you palm it, relishing the heat radiating off him. You slide his underwear down as well, just enough so that his cock springs free. He’s hard as a rock. You wrap your lips around him, sinking down on him as far you can go. Tears spring to your eyes but you don’t pull back. You use your hand to wrap around the base and begin bobbing your head. He groans, throwing his head back in pleasure. Sam reaches down and tangles his hand in your hair – the sting a welcome sensation. He starts off slow, little thrusts of his hips into your mouth. You groan, and the vibrations make him moan loudly. 

“So needy for it, aren’t you?” He asks. “So needy for my cock.” 

He begins to fuck into your mouth fully and your jaw aches with the effort. You flatten your tongue, allowing him to nudge the back of your throat. You swallow around him and he moans your name. 

“Oh fuck.” He says lowly, before pulling his cock from your mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connected his tip to your lips. 

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me, baby.” He says, pulling his pants and underwear back up. You comply, laying on your back and allowing your knees to fall open. He climbs onto the foot of the bed and sits on his knees between yours. You feel so exposed like this, completely naked while he still has all of his clothes on. But, you would be lying if you said that there wasn’t a part of you that enjoyed feeling so vulnerable. 

“You don’t get to cum unless I say so, y/n.” 

“Yes, Sam.” 

He dives between your thighs, licking a stripe up your pussy, just barely grazing your clit, He presses a heavy arm over your belly, keeping you pinned to the bed. He suckles on your clit, the pleasure so intense it almost hurts. You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moan that wants to rip itself from your throat.

“Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear all those filthy little noises fall from your mouth.” 

He swirls his tongue expertly around your swollen clit, before plunging it into you. You moan loudly, toes curling in pleasure. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching and you’re tempted to not say a word. But his warning from earlier plays through your mind so you reach down and thread your fingers through his hair. 

“Sammy, stop. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, throwing your head back in agony as he pulls his mouth from you. 

“Good girl.” He says, wiping his mouth. “Deciding to not be a brat for the first time tonight.” He chuckles before swiping his fingers through your folds. 

“You’re so wet, y/n. And all for me.” He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it, savoring your sweet taste. 

“Only for you.” You say breathlessly, looking at him nestled between your thighs. 

Without warning, Sam sinks his middle finger into you, the burn quickly turning to pleasure as he pumps in and out of you. Before long, his index finger joins and he brushes your inner walls, finding that sweet spot that always drives you mad. Mewls and whines fall from your lips like prayers. Normally, you might be embarrassed by how desperate you sound, but your need to cum overrides any other thoughts you might have. He brings you to the edge once again, this time sensing it on his own and pulling back. Over and over again, he edges you – bringing you so close before pulling away completely. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you want to sob. You lose count of how many times he brings you to the precipice of falling apart. Tears run down your cheeks and your pussy is throbbing with the need to cum. 

“You’re doing so good for me, y/n. So good. Do you think you deserve to cum yet?” 

“Yes! Please, Sammy. Please.” You moan, hands clenching the sheets at your sides. 

“Ask nicely.” He tells you, his voice thick with his own desire. 

“Please, Sammy. Sir. Please let me cum.” 

“As you wish.” He says, and you could sob with relief. “But you’re gonna cum on my cock. And only after I do.” 

You nod vigorously as he undresses, tossing his clothes onto the floor. His dick is red and pearly drops of precum fall from the head. He slides the blunt tip of his cock through your folds, gathering the wetness there before plunging deep into you. You both moan as he bottoms out. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Feels so good around my cock.” 

“Move, Sammy.” You groan, “Please.”

Sam pulls almost completely from you before slamming his hips back into you. He sets a brutal pace, the power of his thrusts pushing you upwards each time. You wrap your legs around him, digging your heels into his back to pull him even closer. His face is flushed and  little breathy moans fall from his lips. You’re completely gone, cock drunk and desperate. Sam’s thrusts grow erratic and sloppy as he pounds into you. Your mind is empty of thoughts other than Sam’s name and desperate little pleas fall from your mouth with every thrust. His brows are clenched together in concentration, cock sliding in and out of you at a relentless pace and you need to cum so bad you want to scream. Sam’s eyes move from your face contorted in pleasure to your sopping cunt. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you coupled with the desperate whines falling from your lips brings him to the edge. He moans as he finally cums, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. 

“Fuck. Shit.” He whines and your own orgasm tears through you. You let out a pornographic wail of his name as the pleasure courses through you. You clench around him, causing him to whimper as you milk him for every drop. 

The both of you just lie there for a moment, catching your breath. You’re both sticky with sweat and your releases. 

“You okay, baby?” He asks, slipping out of your abused cunt. “You did so good.” He brings your lips together in a sweet kiss. 

“Holy fuck, yeah.” You say breathlessly.

“Let me go get a towel to clean you up.” He says, rising from the bed. “Can I bring you anything? Food? Water?” 

“Nah, Just come cuddle.” 

He laughs and nods his head before heading into the master bathroom. He emerges a moment later with a damp washcloth and carefully cleans you up. 

“Are you sure I didn’t go too hard?” He says with concern, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. 

You grab his shoulders and pull him towards you, giving him another kiss. 

“I’m sure. Besides, I asked for it.” 

“You could’ve just told me that you wanted it like that, you know. Instead of messing with me all night.” He says, settling into bed beside you. 

“I could’ve.” You said, rolling on your side to face him. You tucked some of his sweaty hair behind his ear. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Sam laughs and shakes his head. 

“You’re a mess, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know. But you love it.”

He smiles softly. 

“Yeah. I do.” 

#sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka fanfic #sam kiszka fanfiction #sam kiszka smut #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fanfiction #sam kiszka #sam gvf

[the-roo-too]

hi! idk if youre taking requests or not but if you are can i get a fluff alphabet with danielle from new jeans? thank you in advance if youre able to <3

i’m always taking requests pls feed me i’m starved

the bae fic is in the works i promise

candy -> mo jihye ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- danielle is a little ray of sunshine, she doesn’t adore something particular about you, she adores you <33

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- is hair a body part? she loves to play with your hair! <3 like making braids etc. if you have shorter hair she just likes to brush her hand through it 🫶 (don’t go all ‘what if i don’t have hair’ on me pls i’m failing chemistry)

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- she is taller than you because god said so. therefore, danielle will fight (throw a pillow at you) if you don’t let her be the big spoon. conclusions? she’s the big spoon

dates (what’s her ideal date)- okay but take dani to a park and just sit on a bench while watching the birds and clouds <33 she’s deffo big on taking you out and naming the shapes of the clouds 🫶

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- i actually don’t know how to explain this one, you just feel her all i guess? like, danielle is very open and i wanna say she has big emotions but i don’t know if y’all know what i mean 😭

family (does she want one)- 100% yes. dani wants a family but she wants to have one after newjeans and whatever you’re doing. she thinks if you’re both taking the responsibility of creating a family, you should be able to give it all of yourself :((

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- omg yes 🤭🤭 and she likes walking around and swinging your hands too!!! dani likes if you go on short walks with her in her free moments and you just talk and hold hands :((

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- she would cry 💔 my girl would freeze for a second before having a breakdown, what she’d supposed to do? it fortunately would only take her like two minutes before she’d actually help you

jokes (does she like to joke around)- a little humour is healthy for the both of you 😚 but danielle would never pull any of those ‘break-up’ pranks on you >:(( she wouldn’t want to hurt her bby </3 so the members are legally allowed to kick ur butt if you do a prank like that on her 👹

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- very gentle 🤭🤭 she deffo wants to hold hands when you kiss :(( omg kissing in the rain with dani 🥹🥹

love (what’s her love language)- dani the typa girl to make you lunches 🫶 you work with her? girlie has two lunchboxes always packed so you can eat together :(( you don’t work with her? you get a kiss when she leaves in the morning and she puts your personalised lunchbox on the table with a little cute note 🤭

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- it’s kinda cliché, but remembering how the two of you first met makes danielle go all soft :(( it’s funny because you mostly remember how in awe she was (you didn’t even knew you were the cause!) and she just remembers how cute you looked that day <33

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- okay, hear me out ☝️ you’re laying face to face on your sides, you have your arms wrapped around danielle while she lets you lean your head on her arm, draping the other one over you 🤭

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- i genuinely believe she listens to everything you say and takes it seriously. remember that one time during your third date when you suddenly mentioned you really like frogs? well, guess who just got you a froggie terrarium

pet names (what does she like to call you)- sunshine! that’s deffo your contact name tbh. ‘my sunshine ☀️’ 🤭🤭🤭

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- ima be honest, she just like to cuddle. put on a cool movie and cuddle with dani 🫡 w a t c h l i t t l e m e r m a i d w i t h h e r 👹

rush (does she rush into things)- no, absolutely not. well, most of the time. dani really does thing things though but… when it comes to you, she can get impulsive 🫡

secrets (how open is she with you)- being open is very important in a relationship, her words not mine. she does keep a couple secrets but it’s mostly surprises or work related stuff, really

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- three dates, danielle initially thought she’d hold on longer but you were just too cute for her to resist! she was in love the moment you stepped into her life

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she asks who dimmed her sunshine 😭 she probably offers some cuddles to help, or ice cream! while i don’t think she’d really fight someone (but i can see some exceptions), her members definitely would protect you too

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- of course. she’s more afraid of the people she’ll meet rather than the ones online :(( maybe because it would show how little ‘fans’ are real

warrior (how often do you fight)- fight? with danielle? unless it’s her throwing a pillow at you because say you wanna be the big spoon this time, there is no fighting. it’s just not allowed legally

x-ray (is she able to read you)- duh, of course! she knows your needs better than you yourself do. she’s like a mom in that sense <33

yes (how would she propose to you)- a huge romantic! she’d get her members to help her distract you and get everything ready. i feel like danielle would propose somewhere sappy, like where the two of you first met

zen (what makes her feel calm)- doing domestic thing with you is just what dani needs to make her day better 😭 that and cute lil walks through the park (while holding hands ofc)! doing things so close to earth is just so precious to her :((

part of [the fluff series]

#danielle marsh x reader #danielle x reader #danielle #daniele marsh #mo jihye #mo jihye x reader #newjeans #danielle new jeans #newjeans x reader #nwjns x reader #nwjns #hyein #haerin #hanni #minji

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Rehab

Paring:toxic!Eren x black!reader

Warnings: toxic relationships, miscarriages, usage of the n-word like once ,mmm that’s about it

An// this is a reupload! 🫡 I have to find links for the collab again 😭

Glass littered over the ground along with lamps and furniture like a robber ran amuck through the tiny apartment. Only the culprit still there cradling her belly while in the fetal position. Eyes sore and swollen nearly shut from tears.

Soft but powerful knocks litter on the door even though it was left wide open, "y/n? Sweetheart, are u okay? I heard some yelling and loud noises earlier and just wanted to check on ya' baby." the feeble voice of the granny living next door calls out. You could hear her carefully walk through the dirtied room and let out a worried gasp upon seeing your figure, "dear god child. Get up,get up! That's dangerous to be lying on the ground when it's like this. You Could cut yourself." putting a hand on your back and slowly making you sit up right before you let out a voice of crying pain and falling again onto the ground.

The older woman looks in worried at your hunched form before feeling a substance on her hand," y/n hats wrong,honey? Do you have something on you?" she shuffles over to the light switch flipping it on seeing red on her hand making her jump back as it painted her skin before letting put a shrill scream as you're bloodied. Not wasting a second she helps you up making you put most of your weight onto her.

"I got you,hon. I'm old but I be hitting the gym 5 times a week so relax." she walks you all the way down to the car. Assisting you in the passenger side and buckling before rushing to start the car, " do you need me to call your boyfriend? Uh what's his name? Ethan? Evan?" she snaps her fingers," even, right?" 

You shake your head with the little focus you had left and your raspy voice speaks the first words spoken from you," no." she huffs and gives a quick nod of understanding before pulling out of the lot. The drive is silent only the radio tuning in and out of songs. Your ears catch the smooth voice of Rihanna start to play. Putting your head to glass and let her words speak to you allowing memories to flow through of the events that have and still are occurring.

"When we first met, I never felt something so strong."

Carry all those books in a crowded area.you were just asking to be knocked down by the ongoing human traffic. Arm's aching from the weight of 3 textbooks and your mind loading up with foul language towards the teachers and at your back for being so tiny.

Sucking your teeth in annoyance and the wall of people in your away completely ignoring your loud ,"excuse me"s. Arms almost giving up you made the decision to push your way through the crowd only to get pushed forward. Books getting scattered on the floor and as you cling to the back of a ransom's shirt as to not meet he same fate. 

"Hey ,man. The fuck you think you're doing?" The man's voice was full of hostility and you can't blame him as you would be too had the situations been reverse.

Letting go of the stranger's clothes you quickly try to find some excuse, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that. But it was my only life saver to not fall flat on my face." 

You hear the stranger let out a small 'tch' before turning around and ready to give you a piece of his mind but words fell short when his jade eyes met yours. Time seemed to have slowed around the two of you as you didn't say a word. Being the first to shake out of the trance you begin to collect the pricey books off the floor.

"Again I'm so sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude but people just wouldn't move and I somehow ended up getting pushed."

"Hey, it's all good! No need to worry. I know how crowded in here it can get," he picks up the last one of your books off the ground

"Eren! Hurry your ass up or you're getting left!" You see the man ,who you guess was the 'eren' in question , frown at the group of people calling out to him ," they can't wait 5 fucking minutes? God damn. He rolls his eyes before turning back to you," but uh I'm eren.sorry for me being brash back there."

You let out a small bit of laughter before accepting the book from his grasp, " I'm y/n, a junior."

"Same here. What's your maj-"

"Yeager! We don't have time for you to try and get your dick wet! Hurry the fuck up."

Your Brow raised at the man of the hour and his face turns red, "I swear I would never- No i mean..I would with you just not right now?" he coughs regaining his cool," what I mean is would you like to go hang out sometime? Coffee or at the movies?"

"Nice save, Casanova." You chuckle, "I would love to. Maybe one weekend since I'm going to be swamped out the ass with assignments during the week."

"How about this weekend? Coffee on me at Paradis around noon?"

"mmm i would have to check my schedule but let me get back to you." you take the book from his hold, " but I can tell you're friends are about to leave you." You let out a small cackle at him whiping his head around at his friends who are starting to leave the hall.

"Fuck," he turns to you, " see you around?" Given a quick reassurance to him before he rushes off pushing people out the way to get to his group.

"Cute." Smiling to yourself while walking the other direction not really expecting anything other than a few HIs and hellos in the hallways

"You were like my lover and my best friend. All wrapped up into one with a ribbon it"

Even though no numbers or contact information, eren made a way to find you again like he had said. It took about two weeks to get to the coffee he promised and it went off without a hitch. Almost getting kicked out because he made you laugh your iced coffee out your nose. It was one outing you thought would only happen once since Eren was a well known player but date that led to two and then to three and so forth until he asked you to be official on your sixth date.

He made your heart flutter when he took your hands in his and stared at you with those jade eyes of his.

"You're the only one for me,y/n. My true love." He said it with such sincerity leading you in and sealing your fate with his sweeten words.

"And all of a sudden,you went and left. I didn't know how to follow."

The fairytale relationship you were living in slowly became your nightmare with his jealousy and overthinking.

"I don't see why you even need to go help him study. All he's trying to do is get in your pants." Eren is laying upside down on your bed while watching you put on your last earring and putting your box braids into two pigtails, " and why are you even getting dressed up? You're trying to look good for him now?"

You suck your teeth at him before turning around, "eren,I'm getting tired of you accusing me of shit. You're starting to push my buttons. This is like the fifth time you tried to hint at something going on and I'm fucking tired," putting on the finishing touching you cap your lipgloss back, "with all these accusations maybe you're the one cheating on me."

You could see him get up and sit on your bed the air turning serious and tense, "and what's that supposed to mean? You think I'm cheating?"

You fold your arms and silence falls upon the both of you almost like two cowboys getting ready for showdown, "so what if I am,huh? You can accuse me but the moment I do it to you I'm the problem?" His phone vibrates and you both glance at it. You squint your eyes on the contact name making out of " frani", a girl that eren told you that he had cut off after you two started dating.

"It's not what you think, y/n-"

"So you are cheating on me. With the same bitch you told me who used to be your sex friend. What happened to you cut her off? 'I'll never need another woman, you're my one and only?' You're such a fucking hypocrite." Mocking his voice  watching him get angry at reciting his heartfelt words with such spite.

"Oh,I'm a hypocrite? You're the one getting all dressed up like a whore to go meet some guy who wants to get in your pants. I told you I cut her off and I did so don't come at me sideways."

"I could say the same to you! So you can talk to me like this but I can't when it comes to when you can't keep your dick in your pants?"

now I'm eachother faces and the argument getting heated.

"You know what? Fuck this. I don't gotta deal with this bullshit, he grabs his jacket from the floor where he had dropped it storming his way to the front, " you go enjoy your study session and I'll go have one of my own." He slammed your front door leaving you with tears of frustration as you push your face deep into a pillow and scream. The only thing bringing you out of it was the rumbling of the floor making you discover he dropped his phone and seeing the same name four times in a row made you curious on how much she had to say to him. You had known the passcode to his phone since you both had exchanged it two months back and after reading through the messages you wish you guys hadn't. Screenshotting and sending them to you for evidence.

Frani😈❤️

x/x/x

Bby~ are you really going to

leave me alone?

Eren

Leave me alone. I told you were done

I'm seeing y/n

Frani 😈❤️

That slut? I'm bet I'm so much better

I know how to please you bby

So why don't you come over

and have fun🥺

Eren

Hope u know my phone is going on silence cause a dumb bitch keeps txting me while I'm with my bby🤭

😍 go hump a couch cushion.😚

x/x/x

Frani😈❤️

This your girl?

*photo attachment*

It was a photo of you waiting outside the college gates.

Eren

And? She told me she was going to study .

🤨 you a stalker now?

Frani😈❤️

It doesn't look like studying to me

More like a date tbh 😗But that's just me 😋

*photo attachment*

Eren

Is that a dude?

Frani😈❤️

Mhmm😗

And I heard some pretty interesting things about these two😋

Eren

Like what?

Frani😈❤️

Nu uh you have to come here!

You know the address handsome 😘

Eren

...See you in 5

X/x/x

Frani😈❤️

I knew you missed me bby

We should do it again 🤭

Eren

I'm pretty sure y/n is having another study on Thursday

Same time?

Frani😈❤️

Ofc bby I'll wear the pretty panties u like

The picture shows you and a boy from your lab class walking to the Starbucks near campus. He was your partner since the beginning of the year so you both had made plans to go study together for the test the next week. You had texted eren earlier that you were going out and wouldn't meet him til late but he had cancel last minute.

You don't know when it started but tears dropped down to the screen making the light blurry before you had to close it. You wiped your eyes as anger takes over only seeing red.

Gathering all his stuff before throwing it out your apartment door.

"it's like a shock spun me around and my heart left. I feel so empty and hollow."

He banged on the door when he came back telling you to open it. You ignored him putting in your AirPods to drown him out before he begins spam text you.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

Baby... Are you really not opening the door?

All over a stupid argument ?

Don't I mean more to you?

You

Stop fuking texting me b4 I block u

Its eren I will push you off that ledge right now

So out of respect give me my space and go back to your whore.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

What whore?

You

*4 photo attachment*

U forgot already? Or did the find out a new std that gives u memory loss?

It's been 20 minutes since u sent those the text bubbles come and go.You hear a loud fuck outside the door before your phone started to ring. It went to voicemail at least 3 times before  you finally picked it up.

"Are you really not going to open the door?" His voice sounded defeated.

"Why'd you do it eren? Do you know how much I want to wring your neck right now?" Your confidence wavering at the sound of his voice, "was I not enough,huh? SAY SOMETHING!" You yell over the mic.

"You are enough,y/n. You're all I need, I promise baby." He reassured you making you more pissed off .

"Then what you can trust some whore over me? You don't trust me enough when I say I'm not cheating? Have I done it before? Flirted,kiss, or even lead someone on?"

"No,princess.it's not you I don't trust. It's the guys I don't trust. You're so pretty and nice willing to help anyone you can and I'm a shitty douchebag who only ruins the one good thing happening to him. I shouldn't have believed he words. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry." You could hear him get quiet over the phone. He didn't know you where stalking closer to the door and could hear him crying.

You open the door and threw your arms around him, " don't cry,eren.I forgive you,baby." He drops his head on your shoulder giving it small kisses.

"I promise I won't ever hurt you again ok baby? " his words comforted you and you believed them to be true.

"You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me,do you? It's gonna take a miracle bring me back."

You dated on and off for two years. It was like you were stuck in a loop while you were dating until the day he got on one knee and asked you to be his wife. Even though you were basking in your love for another your instincts were telling you your honeymoon phase would end soon because that's just how the cycle went. You were coming home from your job at the hospital. You had moved with eren a year back to a bigger apartment that could accommodate to the two of you. It was in a pretty nice neighborhood and neighbors not to nosy and more so on the friendly side.

"Hi, (y/n). I thought you had the day off today?" It was mrs.Johnson an old lady who lived beside you who gave you food from time to time. She gossips to you about all the latest news between the residents as she knows everything because she owns the buildings and you're grateful for the closeness in case you're short on rent one month.

"No ma'am I've been at work since 6 am this morning. I just want to go shower and heat up that food you brought yesterday." you fished for your keys before putting in the door knob.

"oh I thought heard you and eren earlier. Hah to be young and in love. Maybe I should get back into the dating scene." She gushes put seats at the idea making you leave.

Over the chuckles you look at her confused, "Mrs.Johnson...what do you mean you heard me and him earlier?"

"And you're the one to blame and now I feel like"

Kicking your off the shoes at the front door and slowly shutting the front door. Eyes scanning through the poorly dim living room catching clothes and shoes that belong to eren and some heels and a dress that surely wasn't yours. It said everything you needed to know as you stalk to your bedroom after hearing some laughter making sure your footsteps were light like you were on air.

The bedroom door was already wide open so you could gaze upon eren in his nakedness and girl you didn't even know the name of in your bed while pressing her breast against wren's chest.

"You cheating nigga." You're body got hot as the girl screamed and covered herself in the covers you and eren had picked out when you went looking for furniture.

"Who the fuck are you?" The girl had the audacity to ask like you were the one who interrupted and barged into their home.

"No, who the fuck are you? Last time I checked your name isn't on the fucking lease mine is? You nasty slut."

"Y/n, come on it isn't-" you interrupted eren not cutting eye contact with the girl putting your pointer finger to silence him

"You don't even fucking talk to me you cheating fucking liar," you look at him and start swinging your purse,"So all those times you cheated on me before weren't enough, huh?Why even ask me to marry you, you fucking dick!" You don't stop hitting him while the some of the content of your purse slosh out the sides, "I.hate.you. So. Fucking much. I hate you. I hate you. I loathe you." You don't stop until his chest is red.

Letting him be the object to take all your pain and anger on before you got pushed to side by the mystery woman of the hour.

"You can't just go around hitting him." she's covering her nude body with the sheets.

"Historia, what the fuck. Don't push her, are you fucking crazy?" Eren helps you up holding you back before you could bounce her and get your lick back, "just leave , fuck."

"Are you serious,eren? I thought we were having something special?"historia said baffled before you throw a pillow at her pushing her back.

"Dead serious now leave my fucking house,bitch." You told her before he even could.

Watching her stomp and grab her clothing aggressively off the ground before storming out and slamming the door as hard as she could.

It indicated that it was time to turn back to the person who was the main culprit pushing him away from you, " don't fucking touch me, eren! I want your ass out . Get your shit and leave!"

"Y/n, hold on to that, your foot is looking swollen and we should take you to the hospital to check that out, baby." He tries to hold you again but you move out the way of it.

"Don't call me baby, don't fucking touch me," you get up and try to stand on two feet but a shock of pain shoots up your left leg making you crumble in a small howl, "god dammit," you started crying not sure from the pain or the situation maybe even possibly both.

Eren finally comes over and starts to cradle you in his arms giving you reassuring hushes, " I told you, y/n. It looks like it could be broken but I'm not sure." He picks you up and holds onto you the best he could not letting you out pressure on it.

"I hate you eren. I hate you so much." You repeatedly say to him crying.

"I know baby just stay with me."

"Oh you're the reason why I'm thinkin', I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more."

You're laying in bed with a cast on your leg for the next month and half because you landed wrong on your foot when you were pushed. As if you needed anymore reminders of Eren's infidelity. It mocks you everytime you look at it as you rage inside. There's a knock on your bedroom door.

"Baby, I brought you some food." It was eren. He insisted that he stay and take care of you because it was his fault. The doctor suggested you not be alone during this period so you could stay off of it. You agreed nonetheless the only condition that you stated was that he sleep on the couch and your door remain shut.

"Don't call me that eren." You turn the channel to something more interesting, "you can just leave the food on the bed. I'll eat it later." Not giving him a glance. Waiting to hear the door shut.

"Come on y/n it's been 4 weeks. When are you going to talk to me." He stands in front of the tv and you scoff.

"Maybe when you can turn back time and not sticking your dick in some rando and me having to walk in on it or better yet when you erase my memories of all the times you betrayed my trust and I went against all my instincts to give my heart to you again. But wait we can't do that now can we?," pointing to the cast on your foot in a dramatic way, " but here I am stuck with this fucking cast on my foot reminding me of the day over and over again of your fucking mistress pushing me after catching you to fucking in OUR bed. So when you can do all that, super man. I'll talk, k?" You huff out a breathe before turning your show louder to not hear him talk.

"Y/-"

"LA LA LA, I CANT HEAR YOU."

"Can you please stop being so chil-"

You turn it to the highest volume to drown him out before he grunts in anger and unplugs the tv.

"Hey! I was watching that. It's the only thing out of the two of you that won't cheat one me."

"Y/n! Just listen, please. I'm begging." He sits on the corner of the bed where his side used to be before putting his face in his hands sighing. You want to say more but you decide against it.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry. She was a drunken mistake at first back when you first started working late at the hospital and we weren't really talking...I let it get out of hand." He said not facing you anymore feeling you stare his back down as you calculated it.

"So three fucking months after we got married? You couldn't stand being tied down for that long in the some cooch so you had to go find someone else? Why eren? Why? Am I boring? Am I ugly? Why am I not enough for you!? You asked me to marry you. I didn't force you. Not in this relationship. Not to be with me. Never. So what's fucking wrong with me that you seek the warmth of other woman." You pound on him with a pillow you could grab

"I don't know. I honestly don't. I-...I just get scared that what we have is to good. I want to mess it up to give you an excuse to leave me before you just leave out of nowhere." He drawls out a longer sigh than the first before he starts to wipe his face with his shirt.

"I wouldn't just up and leave you, eren. I love you with so much of my being and that's why every time I take you back and you do this shit again. I'm the big dummy! Not you everytime."

"I know, I know and I'm sorry I won't do this again, I promise baby. Just give me one last chance." He faces you with redden eyes from rubbing them with the rough fabric of his shirt.

"..,"you inhale some air and breathe out taking a few minutes to gather your words and clear your consciousness ,"I'm going to regret his Give me sometime eren, deal?"

"Ok baby." He gives you a singular kiss on the forehead before plugging back in your tv.

"Damn,ain't crazy when you're love swept? You'd do anything for the one you love."

It's been 3 weeks since the cast came off and to lsay eren was less than perfect was an understatement. Even after you were able to walk around he didn't let you lift a finger taking over all the chores and cooking.

You had just came home while seeing him whisper on the phone once he heard the door but you could see the vein on his forward throb.

You sneak up behind him and snake your arms around his waist while giving him a small kiss on his back, "hey babe."

"Don't call her again, I said you got the wrong number." He hung up the house phone before turning around to give you a kiss, "how was work?"

"It was pretty good just boring stuff today! Nothing to dish." You bend over the counter letting the new chain he got you in his name for your anniversary while he opens up take-out food containers," who was that on the phone anyway,E?"

"Nobody important. Just a telemarketer trying to sell us a new condo." He holds up one of the food," you want some of this?" He ask before putting it on your plate and you shake your head in disgust making him laugh.

"I'm glad we could work this out eren, I love you." You cuddle him on the couch as he swallows his bite of food before putting his arm around your shoulders, "I love you too."

"Cause anytime that you needed me I'd be there It's like you were my favorite drug,The only problem is that you was using me.In a different way than I was using you,but now that I know it's not meant to be I gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you"

It was late at night while you couldn't go to sleep feeling sick for the past three weeks and when you heard the phone ringing off the hook .after the first time you got any sleep you were seething after the seventh time of it ringing, you got out the bed and snatch the phone up whispering harshly into it, "hello, who is this?" You were accompanied by nothing but static making you irritated before repeating yourself again.

"Eren...I-I'm two months pregnant,please.I cant do this without you, baby." It was Historia crying over the phone and talking but you couldn't hear any of it drooping the phone after the words pregnant left her mouth.

You stalked your way to the bedroom and woke eren up.

"Y/n? What's up baby?" He said groggily rubbing the sleep and his brown hair away His eyes.

"You lied to me again... you knew that she was pregnant! She was on the phone that day." You rip the covers from his body, " get out ,eren."

He perks up with swiftness, " let's talk about this."

"No.get the fuck out, we're done. GO meet your baby mama." You walk away forcing your anger on the objects around you. Throwing a lamp at the wall and screaming out with rage. Stripping the new sheets and covers from

The bed throwing them at him so push him towards the door, " get out now! You push him out the bedroom door by throwing things, " you lie and lie and lie. And I believe you every fucking time. I should have listened to my mother. Get the fuck out of my apartment, leave!"

Throwing the couch cushions at him to push him near the door ignoring his protests.

"This is why I didn't tell you. You would go fucking crazy like this , y/n! You never wanna talk to me about anything. It's always my fault." 

"Because it fucking is eren! I'm at fault for taking your stupid ass fake tears as something meaningful like you meant your words."

"SEE, I knew you wouldn't drop the old shit. I knew you still held that shut against me. Have I not proved enough by taking care of you all this time and not going out. Not hanging with my friends just being there for you?"

"DO YOU  NOT HEAR YOURSELF! you sound like a total jack ass right now. I never asked you to stop hanging out with your friends. When we got married we promised to take care of each other so you doing these petty ass chores and cooking for a month after I did it for you more than you did it for me! "

"God fucking dammit," he pounds his fist against the wall, " I'm done. I'll be back later." He slams the door open not bothering to shut it .

"NO, WE'RE DONE EREN. D-O-N-E." You yell from your spot. Gripping at your hair like your going crazy and screaming,yelling, and crying at different points in between tearing pictures off the wall and smashing them on the floor.flipping over chairs before falling on your knees crying hysterically into the ground.

There's a sharp pain in your stomach when you go down making your rub your stomach to try and soothe it thinking you got a tiny scrap or something and not caring to check at the moment to swamped in your thoughts. Soon blacking out from blood lost.

“Next time you wanna go on and leave,I should just let you go on and do it 'Cause now I'm using like I bleed”

You wake up with Mrs. Johnson rubbing your hand , " are you up now, honey?" Giving you a reassuring smile, "I'll go get the doctor." She pats your hand again twice.

It doesn't take long before they come into the room with your chart. Checking your eyes and mouth while asking questions of do you know where you are and how'd you get there.

"Well mrs. Y/n, I have some good news and I have some bad news." He checks the chart one last time and his smiling turning down for a smidge second, "congratulations are in order on your pregnancy," you stare at him like he was alien, " I take you didn't know?"

"I mean I just thought it was a stomach bug from some bad take out." You said rubbing your belly.

"You seem to be about 4 weeks,however" he pauses and Mrs.Johnson's grips your hand, " you had miscarriage, mrs.Johnson old us when she found you you were passed out so it was probably for a while. Although we tried to saved all 3 only 2 were we able to detect a heartbeat." You looked over at mrs.Johnson as your mouth went dry .

"I'm sorry for your loss ma'am.

"It's like I checked into rehab And baby, you're my disease"

"Baby? Y/n?" You could hear his voice but you don't respond to his call . Crying in silence not wanting him near you.

"There you are! I've been calling your name up and down the hospital. Did you not hear?" He was carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers."

"I lost one of my babies eren." You're trying not to breakdown while your voice sounds but your voice sounds so defeated.

"What are you talking about? You were never pregnant...right?"

"I gotta check into rehab'Cause baby you're my disease"

You two are cuddling in your hospital bed. Your head is on his chest and your rubbing circles on your belly feeling butterflies flutter.

"I'm going to change baby. I promise. No more secrets." He says grip tightly on shoulder.

"Eren"

"Yeah?"

"I want a divorce."

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