#gotta say we’re starting off with a sweet boy

[strawmaguchi]

PJO but it’s almost every time they say ‘boy’ in Monster Factory (aka my internal monologue during the show)

#gotta say we’re starting off with a sweet boy #pjo tv show #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #my edit #mbmbam #percy jackson and the olympians #monster factory #pjo series #just some certified boy moments #pjo memes #the audience for this video might just be me but editing it brought me joy

[shawtuzi]

i’m still deciding whether i want to write for ellie or abby in my next tlou fic but until then pls enjoy these construction worker!eren hc’s bc i am sooo thirsty for him

cw include: black fem!reader, lots of fluff, lots of smut, eren being the cutest thing ever

sfw

construction worker!eren whose only dream in this life is to have a pretty wife with a litter of kids and a big ass house to go with it. he’s already slipped a gorgeous fat rock on your finger and talks of getting pregnant with your first child were slowly but surely happening which meant he was getting closer and closer to what he truly wanted most.

construction worker!eren who is a total mommas boy!! his mom is so very dear to him and to know she adores you just as much as him makes him so so happy.

construction worker!eren who looks so cute in his everyday work outfit. whenever he’s got his hard hat on around you you can’t help but knock on it a few times but it’s okay he thinks it’s super cute.

construction worker!eren who starts his day a six-thirty every morning and is always home by five o’clock on the dot. his morning routine consists of giving your forehead and lips a sweet good morning kiss as soon as his eyes open, a quick fifteen minute shower with music softly playing in the back (usually the trapsoul album by bryson tiller), making a big ass pot of coffee bc lord knows he’ll need it with the airheads he works with, quadruple checking to make sure there’s food in the fridge and pantry for you, another sweet kiss to your lips before he heads out, and then spending five minutes trying to pry you off of him while you beg him to take the day off. “m’sorry sugarplum i cant take off today, gotta save up for that big house we want you know how it is,” he’d always say before shushing your whines with a kiss full of tongue n passion.

construction worker!eren who is so tired and sore when he gets off work but is never too sore to accept one of your bone crushing hugs as soon as he walks through the door to your shared apartment. he’s always extra careful to make sure his hands that are usually covered in residue don’t touch your clothes even though you could literally care less.

construction worker!eren who facetimes you everyday around the same time to enjoy your company while he’s on his lunch break. usually the conversations consists of you telling him to make sure he’s applying a lot of sunscreen (bc this heat was nothing to play about), your plans for what you were making for dinner, and if anyone happened to piss him off that day you’ll surely hear about it.

“how’s your lunch?” you asked giving eren a loving smile as you watched him practically devour the leftover lasagna from last nights dinner. he wiped his mouth with a napkin before speaking, a content smile on his lips. “food is perfect honey tastes just as good as it did last night,” you smiled at his words but it faltered just the slightest bit when you saw how reddish pink his cheeks were. “baby have you put on any sunscreen yet? weather app says it’s supposed to be almost a hundred out today,” you pouted wishing so desperately that he was there so you could give his little sunburns kisses. eren observed his face in the tiny box on the corner of his phone, letting out a small hum. “don’t worry about me sugar i’ll put some on before we get off the phone,” he gave you a comforting smile which you returned. you folded your freshly manicured hands together before speaking, “so…for dinner i was thinking steak kabobs?” “now we’re fuckin’ talking”

construction worker!eren whose nicknames for you are sugar, sugarplum, honey, angel, and my honeysuckle (which is a type of flower heje)

construction worker!eren whose stomach is almost as big as his heart lol this man loves him a good home cooked meal!!! he doesn’t know what he did to deserve a wife who feeds him as good as you do but you best believe he thanks his lucky stars everyday for it. and yes he’s fs the kind of man to completely devour his food in record time meanwhile you’ve barely made a dent in yours, this usually leads to you splitting the rest of yours with him bc this man always has room to eat more food.

you had decided to make steaks for dinner and like usual eren had devoured his plate in less than ten minutes. “was it good my love?” you giggled taking a bite of the roasted potatoes you made as side. bc he had a full mouth all eren was able to get out was a satisfied sounding ‘mhm!’ eren had washed his dishes and put them away before making his way back to the table to keep you company while you continued to eat your food, love and adoration swarming in those jade irises of his. without a word you swiftly got out of your chair and got comfy on his lap. eren didn’t say a word but by the way he was looking at your plate you could tell he was dying for another bite. you cut off a piece of steak and held the fork up to his lips with a smile, “go ahead take a bite i know you wanna.” without a second thought eren took a bite and for the rest of dinner you took turns feeding him and yourself.

construction worker!eren who becomes even more attentive and loving than he already is once you’re finally pregnant!!! you have morning sickness?? he’s right behind you rubbing your back and even offers to brush your teeth for you after you’ve finished. you need your feet rubbed?? prop them up and he’ll get straight to work. he even takes more days off work than usual bc he misses your touch just as much as you miss his. ever since he found out there was a little him growing in you he frequently started talking to your belly.

construction worker!eren is a girl dad no ifs, ands, or buts!!!!! crazy story but he had the strongest feeling you were having a girl and low and behold on the day of your gender reveal you found out you were having a girl!! yes he cried like a baby himself and yes connie has it on video.

construction worker!eren who treats your daughter like she’s the finest china when she’s finally born :( the first time he did skin to skin contact with her he swore his heart was gonna explode with how much love his had for the tiny human in his arms. and once she was sound asleep in her lil bed he was quick to leave the hospital to buy you whatever foods you were craving—you deserved the best princess treatment for bringing his lil princess into the world.

construction worker!eren who keeps a polaroid pic of you, him, and your newborn daughter in his worn out wallet, showing it to everyone at his job…and a couple strangers….he rlly can’t help it you two are his pride and joy <333

“hey reiner did i ever show you this picture?” eren beamed holding up the polaroid in reiner’s face for the third time that day. reiner chuckled a bit before nodding, “yes eren you showed me, she’s a cute one you and y/n are lucky,” he smiled and eren nodded in agreement, still staring down at the picture. “yeah…m’the luckiest guy in the world aren’t i?”

nsfw

construction worker!eren who is six foot six and pure muscle. it’s a wonder how he eats so good and manages to look even better but hey! you weren’t complaining. he certainly was lacking down there either baby he’s the full package. his dicks eight and a half inches with two prominent veins on the underside that rubbed against your sensitive walls in the most delicious way possible.

construction worker!eren who has a raging breeding kink but is that really a surprise? whenever you two fuck and he’s able to rlly take his time with you i kid you not he has to cum inside you at least three times or he will not be satisfied. sometimes whenever he pulls out he’ll push down on your lower belly and watch his cum spill out with dark, predatory eyes. majority of the time he’ll use that as an excuse to fill you up for the umpteenth time bc he just cannot let any of his precious cum go to waste.

“so pretty,” eren had a lazy smile on his face as he watched three orgasms worth of cum ooze out of your puffy, spent pussy. just when you thought he had his fill and was ready for a much needed good nights rest you felt his one softening dick begin to harden up against your still trembling thighs. “eren…” you whimpered, but he just shushed you with a kiss mumbling a quick ‘jus one more’ before slipping back inside you with ease. he was extremely low on energy so he wasn’t quite able to fuck into you like a madman like he was before so he just settled for grinding into you. “o-oh honey! f-fuck!” you squealed wrapping your legs around his waist. between his swollen tip continuously bumping into your stomach, and the coarse hairs on his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive clit you were slowly but surely going dumb. “yeah jus’ like that, f-fuck yeah let daddy fuck a baby into you baby c’mon make me cum.”

construction worker!eren who is nawt a fan of quickies at all!! he’s a man that likes to savor the moment when it comes to sex and if he’s able to admire the faces and sounds you make then what’s the point?? when he’s got you all to himself expect to be occupied for the next couple of hours bc like i stated before he’s not satisfied until he’s cum in you at least three times and made you cum twice as much!!

construction worker!eren who is a certified MUNCH!!!! this man loves having his mouth on your pussy and yes if ur wondering he definitely eats it through your panties. he’s so sloppy and loud with it you’d almost be embarrassed if he didn’t completely turn you dumb whenever he tongue fucked your weeping pussy :(

“mm renny,” your brows scrunched together in pleasure as eren sloppily ran his tongue up and down your soaked folds. his hair was still damp from his shower and was slowly soaking the couch from the droplets falling from his locs but neither of you seemed to care. “couldn’t stop thinking about you today…i mean i already think of you all day but i kept thinking about you in that way and fuck it was so hard to focus. reiner almost ripped my head off from how distracted i was,” as he was talking he was pressing sloppy, wet kisses all over your cunt and the inside of your thighs. he inserted two fingers easily into your dripping center and couldn’t help the groan that rumbled in his chest when he saw how tight you were squeezing his fingers. “you got the prettiest pussy honey, you know that right?” he gave you a small smile before spitting directly on your clit making you jolt. you whined in embarrassment ofc and covered your face with a near throw pillow, whimpering out a pathetic ‘stop ren s’embarrasing.’ eren just hummed and attached his mouth back to your pussy, wrapping his slightly swollen lips around your throbbing clit, “m’never gonna fuckin stop my pretty little honeysuckle never ever.”

construction worker!eren who is a biggg fan of the 69 position. sometimes you suck him so good he tends to lose focus but you don’t mind in the slightest. your big strong man never stops working whether he’s on or off the clock so if he gets a little consumed in his own pleasure who are you to snap him out of it?? if you’re putting some serious work in he’ll moan n groan so loud into your pussy you could cum alone just from that!!

construction worker!eren who had the prettiest moans *sighs dreamily* he’s never shy to let you know you’re making him feel good and it’s so fucking hot hearing his breathy whines and moans especially when he accidentally overstimulates himself which he happens to do a lot heh. you’ve definitely had a couple complaints from neighbors bc of the noise but he don’t even give a fuck!! he knows it turns you on more than anything to hear him be so vocal so why on earth would he ever stop??

construction worker!eren who was soo nervous when you suggested having sex while you were pregnant. it was no problem for him at first but once you started showing that’s when the panic started to settle in—he was so afraid he’d accidentally hurt you or the baby that he kinda went on an sex hiatus much to your dismay, but after some convincing be finally gave in.

you were on your side and he was spooning you from behind, giving your shoulder or neck a kiss of encouragement every once in a while. “jus’ let me know if it hurts at all or you’re uncomfortable okay? cant believe you talked me into this…” eren mumbled into your shoulder. you replied with a soft ‘mhm’ your patience wearing thinner by the second. it had been a good couple of weeks since you and eren last had sex and you were almost sure you were beginning to lose your mind. you’d finally had enough when he came home from his morning jog looking like an absolute dream with his chest heaving and brown baby hairs sticking to his forehead. that’s how he ended up here: one hand securely holding onto your small bump while his other was slowly pushing his dick inside your awaiting entrance. “oh wow…” your eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss, toes curling once he bottomed out. “f-fuck that feel okay hun?” it felt more than okay. you brought your hand to your clit and began rubbing quick circles to dull out the stinging stretch. eren peeped this and replaced yours with his own, the rough pads of his fingers on your clit had your lips trembling. “y-you need to stop this—hah! sex strike and fuck me more please i—i miss this,” eren heard your plea and nodded feverishly. god was he a fool for ever depriving yourselves of each other, he will never be doing this again.

#eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff

[gh0stlyfixation]

5 reasons you’ve cried while pregnant

Johnny “Soap” McTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley addition here

John Price addition here

Tagging: @birthofvcnus

1. Poor johnny got the shot end of the stick when you became pregnant, you were mean. Pickles were something you craved and sheathed you liked them before or not, you sure as hell did now. But to make Johnny's life a little harder, it had to be the McDonald’s pickles.

“I just need a lot of pickles, like a lot.” Johnny says to the women at the register.

“Sir, I can’t give just pickles.” She tells him.

Johnny takes a deep breath, “I cannot and will not go home without the pickles, my wife is pregnant and mean. Please, I need the pickles I'll pay for a whole meal, please.” Johnny says, begging the poor woman. She walks away for a few trying to see what she should do.

She comes back, a very large jar of pickles, “on the house. Good luck.” She tells him.

You nearly cry at the sight of pickles and to the generous lady at McDonald’s. Full on sobbing

2. It’s month 5 and you’ve been on a silent hunt for a puppy. Simon's wife had put her mind on adopting a puppy after she adopted a cat. It’s all you wanted now but to no avail, you couldn’t find the right one.

You sit on the couch sobbing. Wet tears drip onto your laptop that laid on your lap. Johnny comes in rushing to your side asking what was wrong.

“I can’t find the perfect puppy. All of them are perfect!” You cry. He’s confused, he never talked about adopting a dog.

“Since when we’re we getting a dog?” He asked, nope, wrong thing to say.

You sob even harder, “I knew you wouldn’t say yes so I wasn’t gonna say anything! Now I can’t even get a puppy.” You wail loudly.

Johnny is confused about what to do or say, he remembers Simon telling him about his wife’s random outbursts but he never understood until now, just gotta agree and deal with it, and be nice! Simon told him one day.

3. This sandwich you ate was stellar, everything about it was perfect, but as it got smaller and smaller your face frowned more. Johnny notices your face scrunching up. “What’s wrong lass?” He asks you.

Tears form in your eyes, “it’s just so good, I don’t want it to end.” You sniffle. At least you weren’t having a break down.

“I can make you another one?” Johnny asked softly rubbing your lower back.

“Just like this one? The same amount of meat, cheese and pickles, do not forget the pickles!” You exclaim, pointing a finger at him as Johnny gets up. As long as you weren’t incolsable, he’d make twenty more.

4. You were angrier this last term. You were miserable carrying the weight of your already 10-pound baby, “fucking hell.” You yell as the baby kicks.

“I swear to fucking god Johnny, I’m going to hit you if you ever put a baby in me again!” You randomly snap at him on the couch.

By now he’s used to it, he just nods and lays a hand on your thigh. He hears the familiar sniffle from next to him and he sees you have tears running down your cheeks, “Sorry Johnny.” You whisper now feeling guilty for snapping at him.

“It’s okay sweets, I know you don’t mean anything.” He says pulling you to his side, placing a hand on your belly and rubbing soothing circles.

5. Johnny sits in a debriefing meeting with Simon and Price when his phone starts to vibrate, the screen facing down. By the second vibrating sound going off Johnny turns his phone over and sees your pretty face light up the screen, “hold on, sorry.” He says Walking outside the door.

“Hi baby,” he cheerfully says.

“Well, I’m glad you having a grand time while I’m fucking not.” You yell through the phone, obviously crying. Johnny pulls the phone away from his ears and the boys laugh after hearing you scream.

“What’s wrong honey?” He asked, being very careful on how he sounds.

“I’m hitting every single red light on this 20-mile road and I’m so upset.” You sob into the phone, “like why can’t I just get a green light so I can get home quicker!” You whine with a broken sob.

“Honey, sometimes we can’t control the lights. Why don’t we do the breathing exercises together to calm you down, yeah lass?” He asked.

After finally calming you down and getting you through three more red lights, you were almost home. He walks back into the meeting when price speaks, “Our wives, they are crazy.”

“Yeah, mine is pregnant again, so we have a hamster now.” Simon scoffs, “mine is worse.” He finishes.

#johnny mctavish #john mctavish #soap mw2 #soap mctavish #soap x reader #soap x you #johnny mctavish x reader #mw2 x reader

[princessslutt]

My sweet little crybaby

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you turn over in the bed, the boys try to wake you up because they woke up late and you need to get ready. you whine as you wake up. “remmy I don’t wanna get up,” you say, pulling the blankets over you, burying yourself and muffling your soft cries. “What’s wrong angel?,” this time, you don’t say anything, but James knows what’s wrong.

“doll, do you feel sick?,” They can’t see you, but they can see the blankets moving, you nod. Sirius pulls the blankets down and looks down at you. He puts the back of his hand on your forehead. “She’s burning up. James, we have a test today in potions, you and Remus will have to go without me,”

he says, picking you up. You cling to him like a tired toddler. “I got you angel. We’re gonna get you a warm bath. James, go get her some breakfast then come back before potions start.” James doesn’t say anything back but simply just nods and walks out of the door. While Sirius is running you a warm bath, Remus is picking out some comfy clothes for you and throwing a towel inside of the dryer. Sirius picks you back up off the counter.

“There we go, easy, easy,” he says, putting you inside the bath water. He sits on the edge of the bathtub, scooping the warm water into the palm of his hand and pouring it onto your hairline “Atta girl, princess,” Remus walks in to the bathroom, staring at you in awe. “hi remmy,” he smiles walking over to you and squatting down to rub your forehead. “hi doll, I’ve gotta go to potions, Sirius is gonna stay with you. and James is getting you breakfast okay?,” you nod, while remus gets up and walks to the dryer, getting your now warm towel and handing it to Sirius.

“alright dollface, I’ll be back later, I love you,” you smile, he kisses your forehead “I love you too moony,” watching him walk away and out the bathroom door. Sirius wraps you up in the towel, carrying you to the bed and setting you down, finding the clothes on the bed already laid out for you. “I got your clothes right here honey, I’m gonna put them on you now okay?,”

you nod and James comes back with breakfast. Sirius is helping you into your clothes and putting the towel you used into the dirty clothes. You yawn, James gives you the breakfast he got you, and Sirius makes you some tea and setting it on the nightstand for you “thank you Siri,” you grab the breakfast James put on the nightstand. “bye doll, I’ve gotta go to potions now,” you smile as he kisses your forehead. He walks out of the dorm and you turn to look at Sirius.

“Siri I think I’m gonna throw up,” you say quickly as you scramble off the bed while Sirius follows you, you squat down to the toilet, Sirius is holding your hair for you as you softly cry and throw up. “It’s okay angel. You’re alright, I got you,” you wipe your mouth with a tissue, hugging your

boyfriend tightly. “c’mon sweetheart, let’s get you back to bed,” he helps you back into bed, kissing your forehead and climbing onto the bed. rubbing your temple with his pointer finger, showering you with kisses, as your sniffles slowly fade, eyes closing. “My sweet little cry baby,”

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˚˖𓍢ִ🩰✧˚.🐰୨୧ ⋅˚₊

#marauders #james potter #sirius black #Remus lupin #marauders fluff #Sirius black x reader #Remus lupin x reader #James potter x reader #sick reader #the marauders era #marauders era #padfoot #moony #prongs

[littlebluespoon]

Folie A Dix ~ Une

AO3 Link

For @auspicioustidings <3 Thank you for the idea, I am now consumed by it.

TW: 18+ MDNI, AFAB reader, Poly Stuff, Kinda Dub-Con as the exact circumstances aren't negotiated, Spanking, Oral sex, Explicit Language

~~~~~

You can remember exactly when this odd arrangement started. John had called to say he’d be working late again and that he couldn’t make date night but that you weren’t to worry, he’d sorted something out and you wouldn’t be missing your reservation and you should wear that pretty green dress he bought you. Safe to say, when Simon Riley showed up that night and escorted you to dinner you were confused, even more so when you got home and John picked up the conversation exactly where Simon had left off at the door. Simon hadn’t even said good night, just opened the door for you. There was no room to question it so you wrote if off as a one off, John not wanting you to miss out on something you’d been looking forward to. And then it happened again.

John had unexpectedly been called to base to deal with an incident while you were out shopping. You’d told him that you’d be fine with a taxi but he insisted he’d sort it. So twenty minutes later when Johnny showed up and started picking up things off your list and saying things like “Oh, we’re nearly out of this.” and “Why don’t you get it? It looks perfect on you!” when you tried on a dress. And once again, John acted like he’d never left your side. So it became routine, if John wasn’t there then one of his colleagues was. Simon, Kyle, Johnny, Keegan, Nikolai, Alex and even Farah and Kate on occasion. It just became part of your life and as you were getting used to it, it took another turn.

You’d felt pent up all day. Restless and full of energy that not even deep cleaning the kitchen helped with it so you had baked. And baked and baked. You had several trays of brownies and blondies and no intention of eating them all. So you packed them up and headed to base knowing full well that John would have several and the rest would be gone in minutes. Except you still felt restless.

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You found John swamped with paperwork in his office with both of his sergeants. They all looked like they could do with a break and you had plans for John.

“Hey boys, I made some baked treats if you want to go hand them out?” Taking the cue you’d given them Gaz and Soap gave their thanks with kisses to your cheeks and rushing out with brownies in their mouths while John looked on with a fond smile. 

“Love, why don’t you take a break? Have a sweet treat?” winking at him, you set a small tub of blondies off to the side while climbing onto his desk before reaching forward for a slow, wet kiss.

He let you have your fill for several minutes, kissing your way down his neck while pulling at his uniform shirt in an attempt to get it off. It was with a groan that he pulled away from you and captured your wandering hands,

“Hang on Love, I gotta get these forms done before three.” It was all he could do to not melt at your pout. He stood up and moved back when you reached forward again,

“Go lie on the couch Love. Skirt up, panties off. I just gotta get something.” He was out the door before you could reply, moving hastily he slammed the door behind him.

You and John had a relationship that was full of pre-discussed rules and boundaries. You knew what he expected of you when he gave an order and what would happen if you didn’t comply. The couch in his office had bourn witness to quite a few of the order he’d given you and this one was a familiar one. It was routine. It had been discussed, practiced, perfected. So as you lay down, cunt bared to the world, the last thing you expected was for Simon to walk through the door and John in behind him.

Scrambling to cover yourself you froze at the harsh bark from John,

“Doll. Is that what you were instructed?” He raised an eyebrow at you and watched as you shook your head and returned to your previous position. He made his way back to his desk while Simon position himself between your legs,

“You treat my people well Doll. You treat them almost as good as you do me, it’s time they returned the favour. My people, my people who follow my orders, who do my bidding. My people, who treat my wife for me, under my orders. My people, my orders, my hands.” There an odd look on his face, one you don’t recognise.

As your eyes never leave his, you stare as he settles back behind his desk. He picks up a pen and a blondie and starts to fill in the forms he’d been interrupted from. So caught up in what John was doing, you missed what Simon was doing. His hands had worked their way around your thighs and settled on your hips. The hips he had pulled towards himself and now had his head between. You could feel his warm breaths on your lips but even they could never have prepared you for his tongue. In one action his tongue had licked its way from your asshole, up the length of your cunt and around your clit before making its way between your folds and feasted like a starved lion.

“Si- Simon! W-Wh-“ Your mouth couldn’t vocalise what you were thinking as you tried to question him but it wasn’t Simon who answered,

“That’s not the name you scream Doll. After all it’s not Simon’s mouth who’s on you is it?” He wasn’t even looking at you, too distracted by those damn forms, “My people, my mouth, my hands Doll. Me. It’ll only ever be me that touches you.” His tongue darted out to lick up the remnants of blondie around his mouth at the same time as Simon swirled his around your clit again.

“John! Captain!” Were the only words that left your mouth from then on. As Simon licked, sucked and even softly bit your pussy, barely stopping for breath as he did. Going and going until you’d cum twice all over his face, until he was so drenched in your wetness that it would be all he smelled for the rest of the day. Until your taste had engrained itself on his tongue. He had done everything just the way you liked, exactly as John would have done right down to the nibbles on your clit as you came. It was like he’d been given a manual and had driven you perfectly and then gone again just to make sure.

Simon even took care of you after in the same manner as John would. Cleaned you up with gentle wipes, and made sure you recovered by drinking water and even fed you a brownie. Mumbling in your ear the whole time,

“Good Doll, such a pretty Doll, did so well for me Doll. Your Captains proud.”

He helped you sort yourself out and gave you a small kiss, chaste in comparison to what had just happened. He walked you back to your car, John not saying another word while you were in the office but Simon, Simon talked the whole walk. About the baked goods, about the options for dinner that night, upcoming events you and John were invited too, he was all clued up on your life.

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The journey home left no time to contemplate what had happened. The demanding country roads needing all your attention no matter how many times you had driven them and by the time you were home John had text you,

Your lasagne for dinner sounds good Love. Be home by 6 xx

Simon had obviously told him what the two of you talked about. But with dinner to cook it left you very little time to think about the afternoon you’d had. By the time the door was opening you had just plated dinner and were in the middle of pulling the garlic bread out the oven. John made his way to you and without saying anything finished the kiss you had started that afternoon that now felt like a lifetime ago. 

“That was a wonderful visit this afternoon Love and I fully plan to indulge in your cunt again after dinner,” He interrupts his sentence to kiss you again, giving you a preview of what he plans to do to your other set of lips, “So you go freshen up and I’ll get the rest of dinner out. And don’t bother with panties, I’ll just steal them again.” He moves and holds up his hand, dangling from his fingers is your underwear from this afternoon. You can feel the heat in your cheeks as you scurry upstairs to the bathroom to splash water on your face.

Dinner continues as usual, conversation about your lives and gossip about friends and co-workers. The only sign of what happened being when John says something about a topic you know you’ve only mention to Simon. Yet John talks about it as if you’d directly said it to him. But John never brings it up so you forget about it, write it off as a one-time fantasy or a reward for Simon and a way to take care of you in a time where John just couldn’t. Life goes on.

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Well life did go on. And John was away for a month on a mission. Making your usual preparations such as making sure all his uniforms and gear were washed, double checking he’d packed everything and the little things you did to make him comfortable while away, you’d gotten to the last item on your list; cancel your date night reservations. You always made them in advance at John’s request so he could treat them like meetings for work and make sure he was available for as many as possible. Of course last minute changes happened but when it came to long call outs for missions you always cancelled your plans. Usually.

“Don’t cancel that one Love, or that one.” He mumbled into your shoulder where he’d plastered himself for the last hour or so against your back, leaving marks deep and dark enough that hopefully they’d last the month.

“John, you won’t be here and I’m not going out to dinner by myself.” You roll your eyes, thinking he was trying to get you to treat yourself while he was gone,

“I’m telling you not to cancel them. And you won’t be going by yourself, I’ll work it out.” He told you, moving so that he was in front of you and waiting for your reaction. Except you couldn’t react, not when he covered your mouth with his, the second you opened it to reply.

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Thoroughly distracted by John and his talents in the bedroom you never did get to ask him about the date night plans before he had to leave and all too soon date night arrived. It was the first one since he’d been gone and one of the ones he’d said not to cancel. The original plans were dinner and mini golf but you had fully expected to be watching romcoms on the couch with a takeaway John had ordered in advance for you. Something he had surprised you with in the past. So when your door opened and a voice called out to you, you jumped.

“Doll, you ready? I know you don’t want to be late to dinner.” Grabbing the hockey stick John leaves by the stairs for you when you’re home alone, you carefully make your way towards the door, “Doll? You here? Did you forget we had date night? Cause that’s not like you.” You could see the man now, it was Nikolai. 

“There you are, you ready?” he holds his hand out towards you and reaches for yours. He takes hold of your hand and pulls you towards the door, you’re halfway there before you react,

“Nikolai? What the fuck?” pulling against him you try to stop his advances towards the door.

“Now, you know that’s not what you call me Doll,” He levels you with a look that’s straight from John, the one he uses when you’ve disobeyed an order, “Come on, we’re going to be late.” He manages to pull you out the door and push you into his car. Opening the door and buckling your seat belt, exactly like John does, with a quick kiss to your lips.

He takes you to your dinner reservations, you have the conversations you would have with John but every time you call him Nikolai he stops and gives you that look again. After dinner was mini golf. John’s choice for date night this time because you suck at mini golf and it means he would have gotten to hold you. Hold you just the way Nikolai does every time you get frustrated during the game, his arms caging you in while he murmurs instructions and praise in your ear as his hands guide yours into making shots. And then you’re home. You’re home and all the tension that had been built was gone. The car ride quiet with just the radio on, conversation exhausted over dinner. You’d expected to be dropped off at the door, like Simon had done all that time ago.

Nikolai walked you to the door which is when you realised you didn’t have your keys. He’d pulled you out the door before you could grab your things but the door was open. Nikolai had a key. Nikolai was picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you in. Nikolai was saying something?

“You really pushed it Doll. Eight times during dinner you called me the wrong name and then another five while we were at golf. Thirteen rule breaks, I think that means thirteen spanks. But seeing as this isn’t your first offense I think we’ll round up. Twenty should do, make sure it sinks in.” His voice was light but there was a sense of finality to it, no room for negotiating, as he makes his way up the stairs to you and Johns bedroom.

“You know the procedure. Strip, over my knee.” He says setting you down on your feet in front of the mirror, like John does because he says he wants you to see how beautiful you look while following his orders.

Nikolai settles on the chair, John’s chair, that’s always used when John wants to spank you with his hand. And that’s when it all clicks in your head. John. John’s people. John’s orders. John’s hands. John. John. John wasn’t here. But Nikolai was. But it was John’s orders. It’s John’s instructions. It’s exactly how John would do it.

“Lost Doll?” Nikolai’s voice jolts you back to current events, no. John’s voice. This was John.

“No Captain. Just realising.” You smile, brightly, softly, lovingly. Your husband was here. John was here.

~~~~~

Ask box and requests open <3

#bluespoonswriting #call of duty fanfic #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #nikolai x reader #call of duty x reader #cod fanfic #cod x reader

[alwritey-aphrodite]

day at the pool with our boy James Tartt <3

Anything for you, my beautiful and smart-as-hell wife <3

2023 Summer Blurbs

Fuck Jamie Tartt and fuck his slutty little shorts.

This was a family event, with Keeley and Roy and sweet little Phoebe, and Jamie’s running around showing off his perfect fucking thighs. Damn everyone who decided men should start wearing 5 inch inseams on their shorts.

And it wasn’t that he looked bad, or ridiculous the way he did when he wore his hair all slicked back, he looks infuriatingly good. And there was nothing you could do or say about it.

“Oi!” A voice from behind you shouts, paired with hands squeezing your waist, making you squeal and quickly turn your head from where Roy and Jamie are attempting to push each other into the pool as Phoebe watches on and giggles to see Keeley with a giant grin on her face.

“Jesus, Keeley, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you respond with a hand over your rapidly beating heart to prove your point, but she just laughs at you.

“You’re allowed to talk to him, y’know,” she tells you with a sly smile as Jamie and Roy go splashing into the pool and Phoebe falls into a fit of laughter.

“I have no idea what you mean.” You try to slip away and make your way to your sunchair, but Keeley just sits down next to you, that knowing smile of hers never leaving her face.

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird there are so many adults at Phoebe’s party?” You ask, trying to change the subject while trying not to watch as Jamie hoists himself out of the water.

“Well, she’s gotta invite Roy, and Jamie’s Roy’s best friend, and she has to invite me because she loves me, and she has to invite you because we’re besties.” Keeley explains it all very clearly, and you can’t help but to laugh.

Phoebe, despite being a child, is one of your favorite people in the world, and you’re really just thankful she likes you enough to invite you to this pool party of hers.

And not just because it means you get to stare at Jamie, soaking wet in his swim shorts.

You and Keeley carry on talking, Phoebe coming over to join you when her mom runs back inside to grab more drinks, and you’re so carried away with your girl talk, getting all the drama from Phoebe about her classmates, that you barely notice when a dripping-wet shadow blocks the sun.

Suddenly, a pair of hands are grabbing and tugging you up from your spot on the sunchair, your protests and attempts to grab at Keeley for help practically useless as you get dragged closer and closer to the edge of the pool. You’re so disoriented that it’s not until you catch a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of your eye that you realize Jamie is the one terrorizing you.

Before you can tell him to stop, the two of you go tumbling into the water, his hands a firm grip on your waist. Sputtering, you break through the surface to see Phoebe laughing at you, and it’s practically impossible to keep a smile off your face when you hear that sound. Jamie has a proud look on his face, and you just roll your eyes when he leads forward to kiss you.

So much for keeping your relationship a secret for now.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt fluff #ted lasso fanfiction #2023 summer blurbs #james tartt and trent crime

[love-me-satoru]

thinking about eren giving a harsh ass punishment.

you thought flirting with his best friend Armin. you’ve always had a soft spot for the blonde haired boy but wouldn’t never actually doing anything because eren had your heart but you also knew armin had a thing for youz

softly giggling from something armin said playing around with his hand messing with him with your sweet smile

eren did not like that

but he stayed back to see if you would do anything but what he didn’t expect was the small kiss on his cheek. after that Eren lost it.

he pulled you away from armin to yalls bathroom.

“eren what are you doing!?” you nearly screamed at him.

“what am i doing?? What are you doing” he said back nearly red in the face. “i saw what you were doing with MY best friend”

you stared at him wided eyed. “don’t play dumb sweetheart. but i’ll play with you Brat.”

he cups your cunt under your skirt and looks at you. noticing you’re soaked staring back at him.

“i fucking knew you’d like this”

Ripping your panties clear off as he shoves two fingers inside of you while you whines and tried to push him away. he wraps his free hand around your throat making you look at him.

“don’t you dare. you better take your punishment before i call armin in here so he could watch. Do you want that princess”

you clenched around his fingers. “You would love that huh.” you stayed silent looking at him. he lets go of your throat and slaps you. “I asked you a fucking question. i deserve a response.”

“Yes daddy”

Eren smirks. “you want me to call him in”

“No daddy please!” you scream begging him not to.

“god you’re so fucking wet”

Eren starts roughly pumping his fingers inside you hearing your pussy gush with arosual moaning loudly. you’re kinda surprised you nobody can hear you.

he pulls the fingers that we’re inside you and shoves them in your mouth. and letting you go he pulls his semi hard cock out pumping it a few times so it’s stands at full attention. and shoves it roughly inside you. moaning against his fingers hoping he’ll give you more.

sometimes you forget how big he is. feeling his cock stretch you out. you clench around him hard.

“God you love this.” he pulls his fingers out of your mouth.

“Yes daddy! i love it so much!” you moan through it “Plesse fuck me harder!”

“Not a brat thinking she can get what she wants”

but he does it anyways. he’s railing into you so hard you started losing your mind. drooling all over him and yourself. panting heavily damn near screaming.

“can i cum daddy please!”

“No hold it”

he fucks you even harder damn near recklessly wrapping his hand around your throat again squeezing hard enough to leave a mark.

“gotta cum daddy please..” you say with a forced moan.

“cum brat”

and you do. even better you squirt all over his cock as he fills you with his cum. he pulls you toward him and pulls you into a heated kiss.

“you’re mine don’t ever forget that”

“yes sir”

slowly pulling out Eren helps you clean up as much as he can and y’all walk back out toward Armin. he’s still there super red faced as you and eren come back.

“Sorry guys i gotta go take care of something”

#brat tamer! eren #dividers by benkeibear #eren smut #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren aot #eren jeager x reader #eren x y/n #armin arlert #armin aot

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Imagine being a new first year who’s super anxious and cute

You watched from behind a street sign, legs shaking and tears already forming. How were you supposed to introduce yourself when you were this nervous!?!

The tallest one which you assumed was your teacher stood arms crossed and casually leaning on a pole while the three students in uniform were eagerly looking around. Well two of them were, the dark haired boy looked bored actually.

“Geez I hate it when people are late, so annoying” the girl complained.

Ah crap, you’re already making bad impressions and you haven’t even met them!!

Ok ok come one, don’t be scared. You’re here for a reason. Ok deep breath.

With shaky steps you finally emerged, crossed the street and waved shyly towards the group.

You finally caught their attention and they all turned towards you.

“H-hi, s-sorry I’m late! My names y/n l/n! It’s n-nice to m-meet e-everyone!” You bowed deeply, cheeks on fire.

Meanwhile Yuji and Nobara froze.

Oh crap did you say something weird?

Hesitantly you raised your head.

“Omg she’s like a pudding cup!!”

“She is she is!”

“Um..” You blushed even harder and hid a little under your scarf.

“Just ignore them, they’re always like this… names Megumi Fushiguro”

“Ah, nice to meet you…”

“And I’m your teacher, satoru gojo! Welcome to Jujutsu high!”

You relaxed a bit at his welcoming demeanor.

“Thank you, I look forward to working with everyone.”

“Ahhh too cute too cute!!!” The girl started hugging you.

“Ah p-please stop!”

“Sorry but I just can’t help it! Wait… your the new first year??”

You were nervous all over again, “um y-yes” ugh were they already disappointed?

“But you’re….” Too sweet looking to hurt a fly let alone a curse… is what they wanted to say.

“I wouldn’t underestimate her just quite yet” Gojo smirked.

“She is a special grade sorcerer after all…”

“What!?!?”

“No way!?!?”

“Seriously…”

“I-I’m really not a-all that g-great” you were practically a tomato now.

“Prove it!” The girl pointed a finger at you.

“Huh?”

“Prove it! Show us what you can do.”

“U-Um, but we’re in public…”

“Oh leave that to me” suddenly your world shifted and you were somewhere else entirely. Somewhere dark and filled with negative energy, within a millisecond you sensed a curse above you.

The three others gasped and were getting into position to do something when your instinct already kicked in. You reached up and let out a large crackling blast of energy that enveloped the curse completely while also disintegrating it.

You mentally scanned for any other curses in the area and snapped your neck to the side zeroing in on a bush and then up in a tree. You lifted your finger like a gun and shot two tinier blasts but with extreme precision. You heard a shriek and muffled groan then felt the presences disappear.

Another scan confirmed that all the curses were taken care of.

Wait… did you just-

“Ah crap I did it again!!! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to show off or anything I just felt the curses and got carried away!!” You were bowing and apologizing profusely to the group that was frozen in awe. Gojo just smirked with his arms crossed.

“Well class, still think she can’t handle it?”

“No fair! I wanna have a finger gun!”

“What about that spirit bomb thing you just did, you gotta teach me that!!”

“Guys calm down…”

“U-um um um!!” Ahhhhhh too much attention!!!

You bolted in the other direction.

“H-hey come back!”

“Sorry we didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!”

“See what you idiots did” megumi frowned.

“Don’t worry she’ll be back” Gojo smiled in amusement. This school year was sure going to be interesting…

-what everyone saw-

Hope you enjoyed!

#fluff #funny #satoru gojo #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #gojo x reader #yuji x reader #nobara x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen x reader #new student #jjk imagine #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #anxiety #gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x student #teen reader #yuji itadori x reader #gojo imagine #yuji imagine #jujutsu kaisen megumi

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 09 - High Heels & Cunnilingus]

Pairing: service sub!Yoongi x soft domme!Reader

Kinks: high heel kink, foot & leg worship, cunnilingus on the couch, gentle hair pulling, overstimulation (f.receiving) because he can’t stop eating her out, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), kneeling, subby boy tears, praise, sweet aftercare

Wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: making this header hurt me on so many levels. It’s the fact that yoongi either kneels or is tied up in every second thing he appears in that does it for me. enjoy besties, we are all suffering here 💚

Yoongi is glued to you, arms around your waist and face nuzzled into your chest. With your high heels on, you manage to tower over him just enough that he can comfortably tilt his head to bury his face in your chest. Which he currently very successfully does. In the middle of the elevator where every second, another person could walk in. 

“What are you doing?” you ask him in a chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. 

"You're so tall", he mumbles into your boobs.

"It's the shoes", you say, shifting on the floor a little. 

Yoongi follows you, tugging you close.

"Don't go please", he whines, "you smell so good."

"Gosh baby, what's gotten into you? We're in public", you say in a laugh, ruffling his long hair at the back. 

He merely whines and buries his face deeper into your boobs, hands running up and down your butt and lower back. 

It is rare to have your boyfriend be so publicly needy for you. Yoongi is a very shy and private man and he wouldn’t dare to embarrass you (and himself) by acting clingy in places where other people could see it. He is way too shy for that. So to have him basically smother himself with your boobs while his hands are groping your butt is new yet exciting. 

"Are you drunk, baby?" you ask him.

"No", Yoongi shakes his head, using the opportunity to bury himself even deeper, "so soft. You’re so soft", he mumbles, squeezing your butt at the same time as he kisses your boobs.

"Jesus, baby", you laugh, trying and failing to flee him, "calm down, gosh baby what are you doing?"

Yoongi whines your name, chasing you, "please don’t go."

The elevator dings and opens, revealing your floor to you.

"Well, we gotta. That’s our stop", you say, patting his butt, "get your clingy booty moving."

Yoongi follows with a pout, hugging your arm and resting his cheek against it. You sneak a glance at him, realising that he is gazing up at you. 

"What?" you ask him fondly.

"You're so tall", he says and rubs his cheek against you like a cuddly cat, even going so far as to close his eyes. 

"You're so cute", you say, leading the way with your clingy boyfriend by your side and your high heels clicking on the floor. 

You and Yoongi were on a date tonight. Dinner in one of your city's finest restaurants and later dance in a private jazz club owned by your shared friend Taehyung. There was no extraordinary reason for your date night, you simply loved going out together. In your seven years and five months together not one monthly date night has been missed out on and they were always so much fun. 

You decided to dress especially nice tonight. Yoongi went with a suit and bowtie combination while you chose a dress and your prettiest high heels. Quite frankly, if you hadn't had ten detailed text messages by Taehyung telling you just how much he worked his butt off to get you and Yoongi on the guestlist, you probably would have had ripped that suit off of him before the date night could have even started. He looks so good in it and he smells heavenly too, wearing his most expensive perfume just for you. 

You fumble with your keycard, looking at Yoongi who is trying to grind into you. He seems to like your outfit too, judging by how needy he is acting ever since you arrived at your apartment complex.

"Baby, let me work. I can't open the door when you’re like this", you tell him.

"Hurry up please", he begs, caressing your tummy with desperate hands. 

"I seriously don’t know what’s gotten into you. You weren’t that touchy during our dance", you mumble to which Yoongi merely huffs out air and then hugs your arm to begin kissing your skin. You are covered in goosebumps instantly, feeling shivers run down your spine. 

Beep.

The door finally opens. You push it open, stumbling into the apartment now that Yoongi is holding onto you so tightly. 

"Baby please", you laugh, "give me space."

Yoongi whines and chases you, taking your hands into his. He nudges the door close and falls in synch with it locking automatically. His knees hit the ground in a low thud, his lips are kissing your knuckles instantly.

"What are you doing?" you gasp, gawking down at him with widened eyes and slightly weak knees. 

"I can't take it anymore", he rasps, gazing up at you. His hands are shaking as he is holding your own, fingers feeling just slightly damp. 

"What can't you take anymore?"

"All of it. Everything. You", he answers you, "I'm a fucking mess. I, I can’t think straight. I wanna serve you so bad."

"Damn", you get out and gulp, shifting on the floor just to press your legs together once. 

"Please", he begs, squeezing your hands as he rests his forehead against them with squeezed shut eyes, "please can I serve you tonight, my goddess?" 

If you weren’t so goddamn into how he acts right now, you probably would have swooned in utter excitement. He is so hot like this, you can barely even breathe.

You straighten your back, lift your head proudly.

"Yes. You can serve me tonight", you allow him, forcing a shuddering laugh through him.

"Thank you, god thank you", he croaks, kissing your knuckles before falling into a deep bow before your feet, "thank you so much. I'm in your debt, my goddess."

"You're so hot", you whisper to yourself, gazing down at him with a fluttering heart. You place one foot out in front of his head, "show your gratitude." 

Yoongi follows happily, placing his hands on your ankle softly as he lowers his lips to your shoe to kiss it. 

"Thank you", he says in a terribly raspy voice, kissing your shoe a second time, "thank you so much." 

"That's hot", you mumble, feeling yourself heating up in arousal. Yoongi never kissed your feet, let alone shoes, before. He kissed your knuckles before and kneeled every now and then, but never before did you have the privilege of watching him kiss your shoes. You feel so adored and desirable, stomach tingling in excitement.

Yoongi moves on to your other foot without you even having to tell him. He caresses your ankle and kisses the tip of your high heel. 

"Thank you", he presses out, exhaling shakily, "I'm so goddamn grateful", he croaks, kissing a path up from your shoe until he has your instep under his lips. 

He whimpers softly, visibly squeezing his thighs together as his lips continue to kiss your instep. 

"I'm serious, this is so hot", you tell him, feeling the need to rub your own thighs together.

Yoongi lifts his head just enough that he can look up at you. His eyes are glassy, his cheeks rosy and the tip of his button nose blushed. His lips look so rosy too, pouty and parted as they so often are when he gazes at you. 

He looks so tiny now that he is kneeling in front of you. Tiny, but also so confidently happy to be here. 

"You're so beautiful, my goddess", he whispers, "so goddamn beautiful", he sighs, lowering himself to your other foot just to kiss his way up from your high heel to your instep. 

"So hot", you whisper, "I didn’t even know you like my shoes so much."

"I love them", he says and whimpers, "I'm so into them. They’re my fave."

"They are? You are?" you gasp.

Yoongi lifts himself, now sitting on the floor on his knees but with his booty stuck out and his hands propped up in perfect posture. 

"I, I have a kink for them", he confesses confidently even if his cheeks are burning up.

"You-" you swallow what you wanted to say, squatting down in front of him just to squish his cheeks and pull him into a kiss. 

Yoongi moans softly, butt lifting off his heels just slightly as he is chasing you. His hands ache to reach up and hold you, but he doesn’t dare to move out of the position, using his head to kiss you back so good. 

He would have kissed you for hours if you didn’t break the kiss to trace his lips.

"Seven years with you and you never told me", you say.

"It's a new thing. I think. I can’t stop thinking about it. You in heels I mean. You’re taller than me and your legs look so sexy. It’s, it’s so hot."

"You're seriously so hot", you say, getting lost in his pretty eyes.

“You…you’re not weird out, are you?” he asks quietly, “I, I didn’t wanna tell you at first because I know it’s really wei-“

“Sssh”, you silence him, pressing your finger against his lips.

Yoongi parts them, gazing at you with his eyes slightly widened in awe.

“You are the hottest man ever. This is not weird, this is so hot”, you assure him, making Yoongi widen his eyes even more, but this time in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yes, really”, you say, giving his soft cheek a kiss, before standing up again, "follow me, the entrance hall is so cold. It’s no place to be kinky”, you say, offering him your hand to stand up.

Yoongi takes it gladly, allowing you to pull him to his feet and into your body. He squeaks, looking so out of it from the sheer fact that you are taller than him and used so much strength on him.

“You’re right”, you say, looking down at him, “it is hot that you’re smaller than me.”

“Fuck, darling”, he presses out, hiding away in your chest, “I’m a mess, such a mess.”

“Heh”, you kiss the crown of his head, “follow me, let’s go somewhere comfy.”

Yoongi follows gladly, letting you drag him to your living room as he is trying his hardest not to stop nuzzling your boobs. Normally you take off your shoes in your apartment, but for tonight you decide against it. Yoongi is so into them and quite frankly you are into how into it he is. He falls back onto his knees the moment you sit down on the couch, hands landing on his lap and eyes gazing up at you.

"That's better", you sigh, looking down at him, "keep going”, you order, presenting your legs to him by pulling up your dress.

Yoongi moans gratefully, lowering his lips back to your feet. He kisses the shoe first, letting out the neediest sounds now that his little secret is finally out in the open. It feels so good to know that he can be so openly horny for your shoes now. You seriously mess with his mind. All night long he watched you have fun and look so beautiful in your clothes, all night long you towered over him and he had to get on his tiptoes for a kiss and Yoongi has had enough. All he wants to do – needs to do – is serve you. This is all he can think about.  Worship you and serve you just like your deserve.

“So beautiful, you’re so beautiful”, he whispers, running his hands up and down your calves to memorise every inch of them for later.

“Mhhm that’s so nice”, you praise.

Yoongi lifts his head with a soft mewl, gazing up at you with waiting eyes.

“Can..can I kiss your legs too?” he asks quietly.

“Of course you can. Gosh, look at you, always so polite”, you say with a fond smile.

Yoongi flusters, lowering his eyes shyly, “thank you so much, my goddess”, he says, lifting your right foot just to guide it to his lips. He kisses your ankle, running his thumb over your skin in a loving caress. You have the softest skin. He loves the feeling of it so much.

Yoongi trails his kisses up along the inner side of your calf, guiding his lips with his fingers. He stops when he reaches your knee, lifting his gaze to check on you.

You are watching him with a fond, little smile, eyes half-lidded and sparkling in arousal. He giggles quietly in both happiness and giddiness, closing his eyes to get lost in the feeling of you.

Kissing your inner thighs is so hard for him. Not because he doesn’t like it, but because he loves it so much that his slacks become so terribly tight around his cock. He needs you so much. You are all that’s running in his mind.

“So warm”, he murmurs shakily, “so goddamn beautiful.”

Your breathing has sped up by now, your tummy is tingling. Yoongi’s lips are so soft on your skin, leaving kisses and the occasional gentle suck, messing with your mind because of it. Oh how you want him just a little further up your body. One little change of position and you could have him buried between your legs and lips soaked in your pleasure. The thought is stealing your breath and scrambling your brain.

Yoongi trails his kisses further up your thigh, his raised body heat swirls over your clothed pussy. You chase it with a roll of your hips, making Yoongi look up at you again.

“Am I doing good?” he asks.

“So good”, you say, reaching down to twist his hair carefully.

Yoongi moans softly, closing his eyes in bliss. It feels so good when you play with his hair.

“You’re such a good boy, I’m so wet because of you”, you rasp, forcing Yoongi’s eyes to flutter open again.

“Goddess”, he moans, gripping your hips. His touch is strong and desperate. He whines, lowering his head just to bury it in your tummy right above your pussy. Like this, his lips are ghosting over your soaked panties.

You chase him, rolling your hips up. His lips brush against you, leaving you aching for more. The touch was so gentle, oh you want more.

“I want to taste you so bad”, Yoongi confesses, inhaling shakily, “you smell so good. So warm.”

“Fuck, don’t tease”, you rasp, chasing him again, “take off my panties, go on.”

Yoongi nods his head and hooks his fingers in them. He pulls them down with your help, going slow and with his eyes locked on your face. You stepping out them makes him shift his gaze down however, brows furrowing in desperation. They are pooling right by your feet, getting stepped on by your high heels.

“Holy shit, oh god I’m so turned on”, Yoongi presses out, lowering his head to your left foot to kiss it almost sloppily, "I'm so needy, so ah."

He truly is so sloppy, trailing wet and needy kisses up your calf with the most desperate sounds vibrating in his chest.

“I’m dizzy”, he says, “you drive me insane”, he adds, moaning needily just as he swirls his tongue along your inner thigh, ending it with a soft suck to your skin.

You are writhing, parting your legs as far as possible.

“You too”, you get out, “fuck baby hurry up, my pussy’s so wet.”

“So wet”, Yoongi repeats, looking at her with blown-out pupils, “you’re so wet. Oh goddess, I wanna drown in you”, he rasps, burying himself between your legs with his eager tongue sticking out.

“Ah”, you moan, throwing your head back instantly, “yes baby, yes.”

Yoongi growls and moans, using his head to grind his tongue over your pussy. His voice vibrates against your clit, his tongue feels so wet and warm.

“Shit, ah”, you gasp, chasing him in needy rolls of your hips, “you r-really wanted this, didn’t you?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi talks against your pussy, voice muffled by it, “wanted it so bad. You taste so goddamn good”, he says and buries himself back in your pussy, taking your clit between his lips just to suck on her. Electricity shoots through your veins. He is so rough with it, so goddamn into you.

“Fuck seriously”, you whisper, dropping your head against the backrest of the couch, “keep going, keep fucking going.”

Yoongi growls into you, releasing your clit to instead lick your pussy sloppily. It makes the wettest sounds, filling the living room with it. Your moans and Yoongi’s hungry growls join them too and together they drown out the annoying blabbering of your neighbour’s television. He is an older gentleman already, so naturally he watched telly louder, but goddamn sometimes he is way too loud. Tonight you don’t mind. Having a loud television blasting above you means you don’t have to hold back and you fucking love that shit. Yoongi’s so goddamn good at what he does and being able to moan as loudly as you want to really gives you that extra kick of pleasure.

Yoongi loves it too, soaking up your loud moans like an addict while his tongue laps at your entrance for more of your taste. You become especially yummy after a night out. Something about you having fun and gradually becoming needier for him gives you that distinct addictive taste and Yoongi fucking loves it. He ends up eating your oussy on most date nights because of how much he loves it.

He runs his hands down your legs until he has the faint hint of your high heels under his fingertips. He squeezes your feet, sobbing into your pussy from how good he feels.

“Okay wow”, you get out, “woah, woah, okay s-stay there”, you order and moan deliciously, having your hips tilted just slightly to present yourself to him.

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, keeping his head still to continue swirling his tongue along the upper part of your clit.

“That spot feels so nice tonight”, you sigh, writhing in bliss.

Yoongi whimpers, furrowing his brows. He loves this so much. Being of service to you is what he lives for. Sometimes he jokes that his perfect life would be as your personal servant and sometimes, just sometimes, he actually means it. Being your servant is so nice. It makes him feel so useful and loved and good. When he can devote all of his attention to you, Yoongi feels so soft and warm in his chest. Tonight he feels incredibly needy on top of that. Not only because your pussy tastes like heaven but because he can caress your feet while he is tasting you.

You have the prettiest feet. Yoongi dances his fingers down your insteps, tracing the edge of the high heel. Sturdy leather but the edge was refined to be soft against the skin.

“It’s so fucking good”, he rasps breathily, gasping for air just once before devoting himself to your clit again. Quick flicks, soft sucks and fast swirls. Yoongi knows what you like from all the countless times he found himself between your legs. Seven years and five months and Yoongi swears he loves it more and more each day. Maybe you’re like fine wine, getting better with age.

He chuckles at his stupid thought.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“Nothing”, he says, “I had a dumb thought.”

“Wanna share it with me?”

“It’s just…you’re like fine wine, you get better with age.”

“Pfff, Yoongi come on”, you whine and cackle, “that’s so stupid, why are you even thinking that now?”

“I don’t know. I’m so dumb sometimes”, he says, resting his cheek on your thigh to gaze up at you.

You share silence where you simply gaze at each other. You trace his pretty features and he caresses your feet. Being together is truly so wonderful.

“I’m really happy”, he is the one to break the silence, talking with his cheek squished against your thigh, “thank you for, you know, accepting my weird kink.”

“Hush, stop calling it weird. It’s hot”, you say, nudging his cheek, “now keep going before you talk even more untrue stuff.”

He chuckles, “message received”, he says and moves his head back between your legs. He wastes no time, finding your favourite spot instantly.

“Yes, god that’s better. Such a good boy for me, such a good boy”, you praise, running your fingers through his soft hair.

Yoongi falls back into his favourite headspace instantly, closing his eyes in bliss. He is your good boy. There is nothing better in the world than being your good boy. He is glowing in happiness, pouring his all into his licks.

You react with an arch of your back and your fingers tugging at his hair softly. Not enough to hurt him, but still enough to make his scalp tingle and his brain scramble. He has such a sensitive scalp, always had, and he loves it so much when you play with his hair.

“Yoongi wait, the angle’s a little weird”, you stop him.

“What can I do?” he asks, waiting for you instructions.

“Does your shoulder hurt tonight?”

“No”, he rolls it, “why?”

“Because…” you lift your legs to place them over his shoulders, shimmying down the sofa to get more comfortable, “…I wanna do that”, you say, closing your eyes in preparation of what was to come.

Yoongi swears that he spills a tear or two this moment.

“I fucking love you”, he croaks, hiding away between your legs, “thank you, thank you so much”, he chants between his sloppy licks.

“Mhhhm so much better”, you keen above him, feeling your senses scramble. Yoongi can reach your pussy so well in this position. You are so open and exposed that his tongue has so many more spots to explore and worship.

And Yoongi does it with expertise, running his strong hands up and down your legs and moaning into you in total bliss.

“Fuck that’s so good”, you moan, “is it good for you too? Shoulder okay?”

“So fucking good”, he assures you, “put your weight on it, it’s fine.”

You relax your legs, “just…say…when, ah, it gets too..much”, speaking is hard when Yoongi is sucking on your clit with such vigour.

He purrs, nodding his head. It forces your clit to slip free, but that doesn’t stop him from worshipping it with his tongue instead, giving your legs a needy massage. It is in moments like tonight when Yoongi shows you that his normally so gentle hands are secretly filled with strength. You fucking love that shit, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten the more those seconds stretch into minutes.

Every touch of his hands, every swirl of his tongue, every vibration of his moans. All of it together is just so incredible. Pair it with Yoongi looking like a complete snack and acting like the sweetest cutie the entire night and you know that your high isn’t far away anymore.

“You’re gonna make me cum”, you let him know, tugging at his hair softly, “hear me?”

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding his head. He concentrates his licks to your clit, letting his eyes flit up to gaze at you. You look so beautiful with your face glowing in pleasure and your lips parted. Yoongi loves that view so much, squeezing your thighs between his long fingers. He growls softly and swirls his tongue over your clit.

“Ah!” you gasp, tensing up, “ah, okay n-now.”

Your high starts in your clit before spreading to your pussy and taking the rest of your body by storm. Hot and deep, it runs through you, making your legs feel like jelly on his shoulders.

Yoongi moans right with you, licking you through your shakes and fucking the air in search for any kind of friction.

“W-wait what, what are you doing?” you stutter, gawking down at him when he doesn’t stop, “baby what..ah what are you  d-doing?”

Yoongi mewls, nuzzling into you aggressively. He places the flat of his tongue on your pussy, using his head to grind it against you quickly.

“Fuuck what are you- ah”, you gasp and pull a grimace of agony, “Yoongi sensitive.”

He purrs deeply, gripping your hips to hold them still. His tongue flicks over your clit, having an easy time reaching it now that it is so swollen from your high. It pulsates under his tongue, feeling so sensitive that you actually have to twist Yoongi’s hair for any kind of support.

“You fucking- hah”, you laugh panickedly, throwing your head back, “I’m gonna f-fight you, fuck.”

You have already figured out what exactly his little charade should be. Yoongi wants to make you cum a second time, ignoring the fact that he is overstimulating the fuck out of you. He knows that he can get you there. There is this small window of opportunity where he can get you to cum again just seconds after your first high. And because Yoongi knows your body better than his own, he knew exactly what he was doing when he kept grinding his tongue against you right after your high.

“Sensitive, I’m so sensitive”, you croak, bucking your hips up and smothering him in the process.

Yoongi doesn’t care, holding your hips safely while keeping his tongue against your clit tightly. Not long now, your legs are shaking so much. He can feel your heels against his back, tearing up because of it. He is so happy.

“Yoongi urgh”, you groan, squeezing out tears yourself, “you fuck- now, ah!”

Yoongi welcomes your high with deep moans, swallowing everything you give him with utter gratefulness. Fuck, you taste so good.

“Holy fuck, oh baby”, you squeak out, convulsing on his tongue if you wanted to or not. You know that you are currently squirting all over his face, but that’s what he gets if he forces you to another orgasm. Greedy boys get wet showers, that’s the deal and you both signed that fucking contract happily and in capital letters.

Yoongi finally stops with his madness once you stop twitching and screaming for him. He whimpers, kissing your pussy with trembling lips and his red cheeks wet in both his tears and your high. His hands begin caressing your legs again, trembling so incredibly much.

“Damn”, you manage to get out then you feel way too weak to speak, slacking to the side with your head heavy.

Yoongi lifts his head, licking his lips before wiping it with his hand.

“Did I”, he sniffles, “did I do a good job?” he asks.

“Come up here”, you order him.

Yoongi obeys, placing your legs on the couch so you can rest on your side comfortably. Then he climbs on top of the sofa, claiming the emptiness between your arms as his’. You squeeze him against your chest for one big hug, nuzzling your face into the mess of his hair.

“You were the best boy ever”, you praise him.

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out, turning oh so limp and soft in relief. He snuggles into your boobs, draping his arm around your waist to be even closer to you.

“But also really greedy”, you say and giggle, “you really wanted that second orgasm, didn’t you? Like goddamn, I was fighting for my life there, young man.”

“Sorry, it felt so good. Love making you cum”, he murmurs, sneaking a glance up at you as best as possible, “are you angry at me now?”

“No of course not”, you assure him, caressing his forehead, “you’re my bestest boy, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah”, he whispers, cheeks glowing rosy. He lowers his eyes and hides back in your boobs, finding comfort that way.

You sigh happily, resting your cheek against his head and closing your eyes. You are so dizzy and droopy and happy. 

"Thank you so much, I love worshipping you", Yoongi whispers.

"I have to thank you. You always make me feel so good", you say to which he mewls happily and grinds into you like a happy cat.

"Aww is your cock hard?" you coo, now that he is poking your leg with it.

"Yeah. It’s so hard", he says with a pout in his voice. 

"Do you want me to take care of it?"

"Maybe?" he whispers, making you laugh fondly.

"Oh come here you. I'll treat you so well", you say, attacking him with tickling kisses. 

Yoongi laughs, holding you close as you smother him with your love.

Truly, being with each other is the best thing in your lives.

#yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi scenario #yoongi oneshot #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #sub!yoongi #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x reader #bts x you #sub!bts #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan scenario #bangtan oneshot #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #sub!bangtan #fanfic: kinktober22

[lovelymel]

❛ 𝓝ext 𝓓oor ❜

joe “coop” cooper x fem!reader x doug remer

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a/n :: I LOVE BASEKETBALL i literally have watched it so many times + im a coop girl 🤭

warnings :: swearing, coop n remer being coop n remer

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ever since you moved into a cheap little neighborhood in milwaukee, you’ve found yourself concerned with your next door neighbors. just two twenty-something year olds with nothing to do apparently, as signaled by the fact that all they appeared to do was shoot hoops in their driveway and cause a racket with their pets.

although they admittedly dressed like bums, you had a thing for them. how could you not? there was something about them.

despite their good looks, you could not stand the noise they made. their dog growled whenever you walked past their house, the cat hissed and mewled throughout the day, and you could even hear crude jokes from the thin walls of the cheaply built houses.

on one particular summer evening, you decided you had enough of their ruckus as you heard non-stop blowtorch noises.

what are they doing?! you frowned, slipping on your shoes and stomping over to the house next door.

ding dong.

you stood at their door, tapping your foot and crossing your arms. whoever was in there took their sweet time coming to the door. it felt like you had waited there for hours.

finally, a blond opened the door, sporting goggles covering his eyes and a blowtorch in his hand, “oh, hey, we’ve never actually talked before, miss…?”

“y/n l/n. i just wanted to know what you’re doing.”

“joe cooper, “coop”, and uh, just some building.” he says, quickly taking off the goggles and tossing the torch to the side.

you just nod, “ehm, well could you please keep it down? i have work to do.”

“oh, yeah, sure,” coop said, “i never really see you that often. what do you do?”

“i’m looking for a job still…” you sheepishly reply.

coop gives you a tiny smile, “i’m sure you’ll find a job! it can’t be that hard.”

“well, what do you do?”

“i don’t actually have a job either…”

steps from another person were starting to get louder. you could hear another man yapping at coop, who was obviously very embarrassed. his face was dusted with a light pink.

“coop, man! you gotta start cleaning the hairs off the soap bar! and what happened to the la-z-boy? what happened to my baby???”

coop closed the door a bit, “would you excuse me for a sec?”

despite him closing the door, you could hear both guys shouting.

“shut the hell up!”

“you’re the one who decked the la-z-boy!”

“there’s a chick outside!”

a few seconds later, a man with curly hair and a set of glasses opened the door, “hi miss l/n, we’re really sorry for the disturbance. if there’s anything i could do—”

“—we could do.” coop butted in.

you looked down, tapping your foot on their porch, before glancing back up. god, they were attractive. “it would just be great if you guys could keep it down.”

you were turned, facing your house. before you stepped past their driveway, coop called after you.

“hey! you said you needed a job right?”

“uh, yeah… why?”

remer piped up, “we’re making this new sport, and if you want we could pay you to be a cheerleader to promote it. you’d be great.”

“y-yeah. you’d be perfect.” coop chirped.

you grinned at them, noticing how rosy their cheeks were. you told them you would sleep on it before making your way back to your house. it honestly didn’t seem like such a terrible idea…

#joe cooper #trey parker #matt stone #x reader #doug remer #baseketball #baseketball x reader #baseketball imagines #fem reader

[hotdilfs11]

☆゜・。。Do You Love Me? 。。・゜☆

✩pairings: Newt x reader, Gally x reader, Minho x reader(friendship)

✩ summary- Y/n is the only girl in the glade and she's gotten close to the boys there to the point of having feelings. She loves Gally and Newt very much but who would she chose? And who would she hurt? Y/n is spiraling and scared about losing two of her closest friends.

warnings: none

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The Glade. It’s home, peaceful, and full of life, love, and adventure. I’m the only girl in the glade as of now. I came out of the little crate thingy about a month ago, and I’ve made many friends since then. Even though we're all trapped here, I’ve never felt this at home before. It’s a warm and comforting feeling that I’ll never forget. The people that made it feel like home are the people I trust with my fucking life, my ride-or-die, and my day-to-day. Minho, Newt, and Gally

 Minho. I run with him, and yes, I said it; I’m a runner. It seems crazy, but the first day I got here, I wanted to be a runner, and I begged Minho to make me a runner, and he did. Now we're closer than ever. He's like a big brother to me; he protects me, and we fight sometimes, but we get along well. Anyway, I ran the maze with him. We trust each other, trust each other's opinions, and trust each other's judgment. We’re best friends, and I love him so much.

Gally. He’s very protective of me. You can say he’s overprotective at times. I get pushed around, someone argues with me, or someone messes with me. Gally is always there to back me up. On the first day of my being in the Glade, Gally challenged me in the wrestling sand circle. He told me the rules, and we fought. I didn’t win; I fought like hell too. I tricked him once he busted his ass, but in the end, I won everyone’s respect. I earned Gally's respect. Now we fight and tease each other. I love him too; he’s my other best friend.

Finally Newt. He’s such a sweetheart. I can admit I had some trouble fitting in here. I’ve started fights and finished them. I was angry at the world for sending me here, and the only one who told me it was okay was Newt. That's why I love him so much. When I was in the box, he was the first one to jump down and say “It’s a girl” in a heavy British accent. He was the first one to give me a tour. He cared for me, comforted me, fed me; he just took care of me. I hung out with him every day, having deep, long conversations almost every day and sharing everything we could remember about each other. I feel at home with him. I feel warmth and comfort. He always has my back, even when I’m in the wrong.

“LETS GO, Y/N” Minho shouted as sweat poured down his face. His scream bounced off the rusty concrete walls as we sprinted through the maze. Our shoes slammed hard on the ground as we reached the end of the maze, but I couldn’t run anymore. My legs and arms were on fire, with sweat dripping down my face. I licked my lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of my sweat still running and fighting through the pain I’m enduring. We make a sharp turn, seeing the Glade dead ahead of us, but my legs feel like they’re about to go out. I couldn’t breathe anymore. My clothes were sticking to my clothes as the scorching sun punched my face. It felt like my head was going to explode. But I didn’t give up, though I fought like hell to get out of the maze. As everything came to a blur, I fell to the ground, feeling the soft green grass hug my face. The smell made me relax as I sunk into it, making every ounce of my problems fly out the window. 

"Minho, go on without me... I gotta, I gotta lay down for a second,” I say as I try to catch my breath.

Running around me Minho yells, "Okay, I’ll bring you some water!”

“Uh huh,” I murmured, covering my face with my left arm and blocking the sun from my eyes. I sat there for about ten minutes until I felt a strong presence creep towards me. A large shadow stood over me, and it took me a while to say something because of how sore my muscles were.

The Glade. It’s home, peaceful, and full of life, love, and adventure. I’m the only girl in the glade as of now. I came out of the little crate thingy about a month ago, and I’ve made many friends since then. Even though we're all trapped here, I’ve never felt this at home before. It’s a warm and comforting feeling that I’ll never forget. The people that made it feel like home are the people I trust with my fucking life, my ride-or-die, and my day-to-day. Minho, Newt, and Gally

 Minho. I ran with him, and yes, I said it; I’m a runner. It seems crazy, but the first day I got here, I wanted to be a runner, and I begged Minho to make me a runner, and he did. Now we're closer than ever. He's like a big brother to me; he protects me, and we fight sometimes, but we get along well. Anyway, I ran the maze with him. We trust each other, trust each other's opinions, and trust each other's judgment. We’re best friends, and I love him so much.

Gally. He’s very protective of me. You can say he’s overprotective at times. I get pushed around, someone argues with me, or someone messes with me. Gally is always there to back me up. On the first day of my being in the Glade, Gally challenged me in the wrestling sand circle. He told me the rules, and we fought. I didn’t win; I fought like hell too. I tricked him once he busted his ass, but in the end, I won everyone’s respect. I earned Gally's respect. Now we fight and tease each other. I love him too; he’s my other best friend.

Finally Newt. He’s such a sweetheart. I can admit I had some trouble fitting in here. I’ve started fights and finished them. I was angry at the world for sending me here, and the only one who told me it was okay was Newt. That's why I love him so much. When I was in the box, he was the first one to jump down and say “It’s a girl” in a heavy British accent. He was the first one to give me a tour. He cared for me, comforted me, fed me; he just took care of me. I hung out with him every day, having deep, long conversations almost every day and sharing everything we could remember about each other. I feel at home with him. I feel warmth and comfort. He always has my back, even when I’m in the wrong.

“LETS GO, Y/N” Minho shouted as sweat poured down his face. His scream bounced off the rusty concrete walls as we sprinted through the maze. Our shoes slammed hard on the ground as we reached the end of the maze, but I couldn’t run anymore. My legs and arms were on fire, with sweat dripping down my face. I licked my lips, tasting the sweet saltiness of my sweat still running and fighting through the pain I’m enduring. We make a sharp turn, seeing the Glade dead ahead of us, but my legs feel like they’re about to go out. I couldn’t breathe anymore. My clothes were sticking to my clothes as the scorching sun punched my face. It felt like my head was going to explode. But I didn’t give up, though I fought like hell to get out of the maze. As everything came to a blur, I fell to the ground, feeling the soft green grass hug my face. The smell made me relax as I sunk into it, making every ounce of my problems fly out the window. 

"Minho, go on without me... I gotta, I gotta lay down for a second,” I say as I try to catch my breath.

Running around me Minho yells, "Okay, I’ll bring you some water!”

“Uh huh,” I murmured, covering my face with my left arm and blocking the sun from my eyes. I sat there for about ten minutes until I felt a strong presence creep towards me. A large shadow stood over me, and it took me a while to say something because of how sore my muscles were.

“What the hell are you doing on the floor? ''Gally said with a cute smirk on his face. "Uh, huh,” I mumbled, waving him off.

“Y/N?”

I groaned,"Yes, Gally, what?”

“What are you doing on the floor?” He says it in a concerning tone.

I look up at him with my elbows propping me up. “I’m tired, man,” I sigh. “Give me a piggyback ride, would you?"I need to lay down.” I say it lazily, covering my face with my hand to get a better look at him.

He rolls his eyes with another cute smirk on his face. It kind of gave me butterflies. "Ok, fine, come on." He squats down, waiting for me to jump on his back. I lift myself up off the soft grass,jumping on his muscular and hard back. I felt his warmth radiate off his body and off mine as I wrapped my tender arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Gally's arms flexed when his strong arms started to find their place around my legs, and the strength of his rough hands supported me on his back. I rested my head on his shoulders, taking in his harsh evergreen scent, which sent a chill through my whole body.

"Aww, you're such a sweetheart, Gally.” I tease him, smiling through my words. Gally scoffed, “Shut up,” with a soft chuckle leaving his mouth. I know he was being sarcastic, but I saw a smile appear on his face as a red hue started to slowly form on his face, giving me butterflies in my stomach. I leaned closer into him, smelling his husky, earthy scent as he continued to walk me closer to my destination. I never wanted to get off of him. I felt so close and in touch with him.

"Where are you going again?” he questioned 

“Umm…you can take me to Minho," I whispered softly in his ear, trying to relax into him. I inched into the crook of his neck, savoring the amazing scent bouncing off his skin. As I’m relaxing on Gally's back, I hear footsteps approaching me from behind.

 "Hey, love," someone said to me in a hefty and attractive British accent. I turn around to see Newt running up beside me, and Gally looks handsome as ever with his dirty blond hair and his lavish smile. With butterflies swarming in my stomach, I turn my neck around to look at him. "Hey, Newt,” I smile. I started to appreciate his soft, chiseled facial features as I gazed into his deep brown eyes.

"Where are you going? and why are you on Gally's back?”

"I was in the maze today and got tired, and I'm just trying to find Minho on my new ride here.” I patted Gally's back as I softly chuckled at him.

 "Shut up.” Gally glared at me.

 Newt chuckled. "Well, when you’re done, love, maybe we can go hang out if you want.” Newt asked anxiously, waiting for an answer.

Resting my head on Gally's back, I look into his eyes once again, and being coy, I say, "Maybe,” with a soft smile forming on my face. He grins lavishly, breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ll see you then, y/n/n.” He runs the other way, and I watch him go. Gally took a deep breath and sighed. "Oh, look, there's Minho," he said in a nonchalant tone".

I waved my arm at him, trying to catch his attention. “Minho!” I yelled. He didn’t see me, so I jumped off Gally's back. My boots hit the ground hard, and my legs were still sore, but I was okay to walk. “Minho!” I yell one more time as I and Gally are walking towards him.

"Yeah, I was supposed to bring you whatever happened. He says he is walking towards me with his arms in the air.

I put my hand on my forehead, shielding my eyes from the radiant sunlight. "Uh, well, Gally here gave me a piggyback ride, so you didn’t have to run back."

"Hey Gally!" Minho yelled, walking towards us. Gally made a slight wave at Minho with a friendly smile.

Minho picked up the water he got and came up to me, handing it to me. “I didn’t mind running back over there." Minho gets cut off by this relentless, loud buzzing sound pierced through the air. It sounded like a loud hum of a thousand bees that nerved all of us but also scared us. It was another greenie. The machines grinded together, creating a loud pitch that fanned through the air, refusing to be ignored. We all turned our heads sharply, guiding our attention to the sound. We looked at each other with concern, making sure we heard it right. However, it wasn't the end of the loud, suffocating sound. As another buzz started to dash through the air, we all started sprinting to the elevator like a machine. I was still sore and hurting, but we all had to see what they brought up. My heart was beating out of my chest, and sweat beads started to farm on my forehead as everyone in the glade sprinted towards the crate.

 Out of breath, Minho and I stopped at the door's opening. Gally was hovering over the two futuristic metal doors. Newt came behind me, trying to push through the crowd of boys. As he was passing me, he put his soft, warm hand on the small of my back, sending a chill throughout my body. Anyway, Newt stood beside Gally as they investigated the door opening. The doors open, showing a boy. He’s about sixteen and scared; he looks like every average boy in the glade. Gally jumps in the crate with force, furiously saying, "Day one, greenie," taking him by the shirt and getting him out of the crate. It’s like this with every kid that comes here. They get scared; they don’t know who they are; they try to run, blah blah blah. It’s a cycle at this point, but it’s pretty amusing. I don’t know if that’s messed up, but if you haven’t noticed, there’s not that much entertainment in the glade.

໒( ” •̀ ᗜ •́ ” )७ sorry if I have some mispelling and stuff I didn't look over it yet ๑ ︵︵ ๑

#fanifc #x y/n #x reader #newt x reader #newt x y/n #newt x you #tmr newt #tmr minho #tmr gally #gally x reader #gally x y/n #tmr x reader #tmr #the maze runner #the maze runner newt #the maze runner minho #gally maze runner #maze runner #fem reader #wattpad #creative writing #i want his babies #x male smut #fan fiction #fan fic writing #black fanfiction #y/n

[brokenjere]

bad in the bones (ch.10) (c.f)

a/n:

“We have to get back,” Conrad says. My dress is still soaking wet, dripping onto the cement underneath me. Conrad’s hair drips water onto my forehead and I wipe it away with the back of my head. 

“Do we?” He gives me a lazy smile and extends his hand to me. “They’re going to kill us.” 

“And who’s fault is that?” He tilts his head to the side and I push my wet hair out of face. His hand finds my cheek and he presses his lips against mine softly. “I’m sure there are spare clothes somewhere around here,” he says. He leads me inside of the country club and instead of going down the hall, we take the stairs up to the second floor. “I think there’s a closet somewhere in here.” He pokes around the rooms, opening and shutting door when he doesn’t find what he wants. 

“We’re leaving a trail,” I laugh, looking behind us at the water drenching the carpet. 

“Hold your dress up higher,” he remarks. I do what I’m told but huff at him which makes him chuckle. “Here.” He opens the door to a dressing room. In the corner there are clothes hanging up on a rack with a row of vanities in the middle. “I think this is where the girls all got ready,” he tells me. I walk toward the row of dresses hanging up. They’re not all white, but most of them are which feels tacky to wear. Like wearing white at a wedding. “What are you going to wear?” I ask as he opens a wardrobe on the other side of the room. 

“The boys dressing room is a few doors down. I’ll go find something.” He pulls out a purple dress from the wardrobe and holds it out as if he’s trying to picture me in it. “Put this on. I’ll be right back.” He drapes the dress over one of the vanity chairs and then disappears out of the room. I strip out of my wet dress, leaving it in a pile on the floor and slip on the purple one. It’s silky and hugs my curves exactly where they need to be hugged. It’s a perfect fit. I brush out my hair with my fingers and fix my makeup with whatever I can find on the vanity but nothing I do is going to make me look like I didn’t just jump in the pool, but it’s better than nothing. 

I wander down the hallway until I find the only door that’s cracked open. I peek inside, trying not to make a noise. Conrad is standing in front of a wardrobe similar to the one he pulled my dress out of trying to untie his tie from around his neck. “Need some help?” I ask quietly. He smiles when he sees me and nods his head. He’s still wearing his wet suit, the fabric damp under my fingertips as I undo the knot. 

“That dress looks beautiful on you,” he whispers. I drop the tie to our feet and work the jacket off of his shoulders. 

“Thank you,” I whisper back without looking up at him. The jacket drops to the ground and I start undoing the buttons of his shirt. “We gotta get you out of these wet clothes, huh?” I can feel his heart beating faster under my hands and he nods slowly. He dips his head so our noses touch and then we’re kissing again. My fingers stop working out the buttons and instead they’re gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to me. His hands grip my hips and we stumble backward until we hit one of the vanities, the edge of it ramming into my lower back but I don’t feel it. 

Conrad lifts me up and sets me down on the vanity, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I open my mouth and let him in, his tongue taking over my own. His hands slid up my thigh and under my dress, his fingertips pressing into my skin. I don’t bother trying to undo the buttons of his shirt anymore, I just rip it open and off his body, desperate to feel his skin on mine. 

Conrad pulls away from me, leaving me cold and empty. A moan escapes my lips at his absence and she smiles, tracing his thumb along my swollen bottom lip. “I don’t have anything,” he says. “I’m sorry.” 

I shake my head. “We should get back anyway, huh?” I ask. I think he can feel the disappointment in my voice because he kisses me once again, this time soft and sweet, and nods. “Then let’s get you changed.” 

Our table is empty when we return. I stop just clear of the door and when it slams shut behind us, I feel the entire room looking at us. But they’re not really. They’re looking at our people - Belly, Jeremiah, Susannah, and Laurel. They’re all huddled in a group. Jeremiah and Belly’s backs are to us. Susannah looks like she’s crying. While my feet stay put, Conrad’s move him as fast as possible to his mom. 

I can’t hear anything over the music but I can tell they’re all angry. Or sad. Conrad’s face is all scrunched up and he’s holding his hands out to his brother as if he needs to steady him but Jeremiah’s shoulders are tense. Belly’s shoulders slouch and Jeremiah yells, “you knew! You knew and you didn’t tell me!” 

“Jeremiah,” Conrad says more like a warning than anything. Jeremiah’s hands are on Conrad before Conrad finishes speaking and they’re tumbling around, a mess of flailing limps. Susannah is crying and begging her boys to stop and I snap back. I was hoping I was imagining it all but the cries are real and the fists hitting faces are real. 

“What is going on?” I ask Belly when I reach her side. I raise my voice above Laurel crying for the boys to stop. Jeremiah is on the ground with Conrad on top of him, trying to pin him down. Belly doesn’t speak. Her lower lip quivers and she looks like she’s going to cry but can’t do anything to stop it. I’m about to put my arm around her but then Jeremiah gets a punch in and now Conrad is on the ground and instead of my arms going to Belly, they’re reaching for Conrad.

Susannah grabs Jeremiah by his shoulders and he softens at her touch but when I grab Conrad, he jerks away from me. Our eyes meet and I can see him soften, just a little bit, but then his face goes stoic. “My mom is sick,” he says. “Her cancer is back and I knew this whole time.” I open my mouth to speak but he doesn’t let me. “Jeremiah just found out. While we were out there, in the pool making out, he found out.” He shoves a finger toward in the direction of the pool. 

“I didn’t know,” I mumble, shaking my head. I reach for him instictively and he takes a step back, shaking his head at me. 

“Of course you didn’t know. No one knew and he shouldn’t have had to find out like this. I should have never left with you. This was a mistake from the beginning, you even said it yourself.” I think my heart bursts inside of my chest. Cracks, actually. My heart explodes. Disintergrates. Completely combusts. 

“You don’t mean that,” I whisper. I’m suddenly very, very aware of all the eyes on us. Belly’s eyes on us. 

“I do.” He gives me a curt nod and then turns around and walks away. 

I feel like the walls are moving further and further away from me and I’m left, all alone, in the middle of the dance floor. I feel like I did when we were in the boat, paddling through the water except I’m paddling alone and going in circles. 

“You and Conrad?” It’s Belly that speaks to me first. At least, she’s the only voice I can hear. “You and fucking Conrad?” She repeats harder this time, spitting at me as she speak. I don’t want to look at her, but I do. I look at the tears in her eyes, the red flush on her cheeks, and her shaking hands.  

“Belly,” I breathe. “Belly let me explain.” I start to beg her. I’m practically going to my knees but she throws her hands up and storms away. 

I sat outside of Belly’s door all night. At first, I was knocking and begging for her to open it and let me talk. I begged her to listen to me. I could hear her shuffling for hours but eventually, it all went quiet and I was sure she fell asleep, but I kept whispering to her. Hoping that she would open the door. Eventually, she did. She opened the door so fast I fell backward, barely catching myself with my hands. “You’re still out here?” 

“I didn’t think you’d open the door,” I told her honestly. She shrugged and opened the door further, silently inviting me in. I scrambled to my feet and went into her room and she shut the door behind me. “Thank you.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked before I could finish my sentence. She crossed her arms over her chest, closing herself off to me almost completely. 

“How could I?”

“You’re my cousin. My best friend,” she pleaded, dropping her arms at her side. 

I stepped toward her but she stepped away so I stopped. “You could have told me.”

“You would have been upset. I didn’t want to upset you. I know how you feel about him.” I tried to quiet my voice to a whisper but Belly didn’t want to be quiet. Her voice was harsh and stern. 

“I’m upset anyway. Were you ever going to tell me? Or just be with him behind my back until we went home? And then what? You’re my family but so is he.” I knew what she was insinuating. That I would leave him after summer was over and never tell her. “You should have told me.”

“You’re right.” I threw up my hands. “You’re right, I should have told you but I fell in love with him, okay? And I panicked. If I had told you and you told me not to be with him, I wouldn’t be with him and that thought alone scared me more than anything.” Belly’s face softened for a moment and I felt the breath I was holding in release itself. “I’m sorry.” 

“You would have stopped if I asked you to?” She asked and I nodded. She sighed and walked over to me, plopping herself down on the bed next to me. I hesitated, but sat down too. 

“Belly, you’re my family. I can’t help that we fell in love but I should have told you.” She nodded and then put her arm around me and it was over. Just like that. No yelling, no screaming. She was just my Belly again. 

“I would never have told you to stop seeing him,” she whispered. 

“Well, I’m pretty sure we’re over anyway,” I told her. I just kept picturing his face in my mind. The way he glared at me before leaving me all alone. “I doubt he wants anything to do with me. Besides, that’s the least of his worries right now. Me and him.” 

I could see the way her face fell. I put my head on her shoulder and she put her head on mine and we sat there in silence for a long time before eventually, we fell asleep in her bed. 

The sunrise woke me up the next morning. Belly was still fast asleep next to me so I slid out of her room quietly and walked down to the beach. The path to the beach is quiet and it’s not yet scorching hot out. When I reach the sand, I take my shoes off and that’s when I see him. He’s sitting in the sand leaning back on his hands and watching the waves crash. I almost turn around. I think I should turn around. But I don’t. 

“Fancy meeting you out here,” I tease quietly, hoping not to startle him. He barely flinches. I stand behind him and wait for him to acknowledge me before inviting myself to join him. He waits so long to say anything I almost leave. 

“You stalking me or something?” I think I feel a weight leave my shoulders when he talks. His voice no longer screams in my head in anger. “You can sit down.” 

“I wasn’t sure.” I hesitate still but sit down next to him. “I don’t know what to say,” I admit. I want to put my hand on his shoulder. I want to look him in the eyes and see the same thing that I saw just yesterday at the pool but all I can do is sit as still as a statue and watch the water. 

“I should apologize.”

Conrad stays quiet. I feel him breathing next to me. I know he’s thinking about what to say because his eyebrows are knitted together and he’s chewing the inside of his mouth. “I’m sorry I distracted you this weekend. I’m sorry that this was your last summer here with your family and I ruined it.” I rush out all my words before I can regret them. “I hope that you don’t regret us but we can forget this ever happened.” I stand up, shake the sand off my clothes and start to turn away. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His words shoot through me like knives. “Forget this ever happened? I love you. I can’t forget that.” I don’t turn around because I can’t look at him. I think I might break if I do. He loves me. “You didn’t ruin this summer. You made it bearable. It’s not your fault I didn’t tell Jeremiah. Please look at me,” he begs. 

“I can’t look at you because if I look at you then I’m never going to leave and I have to leave,” I tell him. Laying in Belly’s bed, I made the choice to go home. It’s already set in stone in my mind and I know that if I look at him, I’m going to change my mind. “We shouldn’t be together, Con.” 

“Stay as my friend,” he rushes out.  “I need you.” 

“I can’t just be your friend.” His hand wraps around my wrist and he spins me

around so I have to look at him. I swear there are tears in his eyes that he’s blinking away. “I can’t be your friend,” I repeat. His eyes dance from my eyes to my lips and I know he doesn’t want to be just friends. 

“Why can’t we be together?” 

“The same reasons that we should never have gotten together in the first place. Belly and your mom and all this shit you’re dealing with that you’re not focused on because of me.” Conrad rolls his eyes and cups my face with his hands and I can’t help but lean into him, at least just a little bit. 

“I need you,” he tells me again. “Please don’t go.” 

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Tea for two - Chapter 8

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Fem!Reader

Tags and warnings: Canon world, post-war, injured Levi, scarred Levi, romance, falling in love, fluff, angst, emotional pain, emotional Levi, mentions of pregnancy, marriage talk, baby talk, suggestive talk, smut.

In this chapter: Levi prepares himself to meet your parents and then finally does. Wedding day is here and all have been invited. You and Levi share a sweet moment before rushing away to a private room made for you both and getting intimate.

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Part 9

Levi was on cloud nine as you straddled his lap on the sofa. His fingers were slightly digging into your thighs as he clenched them hard. His heart was racing in his chest as you doted on him with kisses. He gasped a little when your teeth tugged playfully on his bottom lip before you pushed your tongue into his mouth.

He sighed through his nose as his body relaxed. The two of you had spent all morning and afternoon being passionate with each other. Since talking through your pregnancy together, you have been more intense with your love for each other. Levi couldn’t keep his hands off you and you were just as hungry for him.

Levi grunted when you started to pull at his trousers. He grabbed your hands and brought them to his lips. “Darling, I would love to fuck you into oblivion, but your parents are arriving today.”

You let out a long sigh. “You’re right. I need to keep it in my panties.”

Levi chuckled. “I’m worse.”

You nuzzled your nose against Levi’s. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You played with the hair on the back of Levi’s head and hummed. “How are you feeling?”

Levi massaged your hands. “Nervous. I mean, your parents are coming to help us plan the wedding and we’re going to break the news to them about the baby.” He tapped his forehead against your chest. “It’s the first time I’m meeting them and I’m basically saying, hey I’m Levi Ackerman! You know, the famous Titan killer? I’m marrying your daughter, oh and she’s also pregnant!” He whined a little as he thought about how mad your parents might be. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed. “I want them to like me.”

You played with his hair. “They love you in the letters you write with me.”

Levi pulled his head back and sighed. “Tch, that’s the best version of me. In letters, I can get everything across I want to. However, in person I fucking suck.”

You cupped Levi’s face and began kissing every inch of his handsome face. Between each kiss, you spoke. “You are kind, sweet, handsome, loving, generous, thoughtful and wonderful.” You patted your hands against his pecs. “My parents will love you and if you do struggle with your words, then that’s okay. I will be right here with you.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

You kissed the end of his nose. “Good boy. It’ll be okay.”

“Yeah.”

You hummed in thought. “You wanna make out for a bit?”

Levi shook his head. “It’ll just make me horny.”

You giggled. “How about a cup of tea?”

He nodded. “I’d love one.”

You slipped off his lap and walked to the kitchen. “Could you add more logs to the fire?”

Levi pushed himself up from the sofa. “Sure thing, my love.” He limped to the fireplace and chuckled at Bo lying in front of it passed out in a deep sleep. “Bo? I gotta move you.”

Bo jolted out of sleep and whined a little. He noticed Levi moving closer. A thumping got louder from Bo’s happy tail wagging against the wooden floor.

Levi petted Bo’s head. “Good boy. Mind shifting for me?”

Bo huffed a bit before getting up. Joints clicked a little as he rose to his paws. He bowed as he stretched. His mouth opened wide in a big yawn before he shook and moved for Levi.

“Thank you.” Levi grabbed the shelf above the fireplace with cute candles on put by you. A deep groan came from Levi as he lowered down to one knee. He huffed when he got down finally. He gave Bo a little smile. “I need to get better at that for the baby.”

Bo licked Levi’s cheek making Levi chuckle. Levi just petted him back. Flames flicked and danced as Levi stoked the fire. The wood clonked when another log was chucked on. Heat began to increase from the fire and spread through the room. Even though you had heating systems, there was nothing nicer than a fire.

You moved over to the coffee table and placed the tray down. “Need help?”

Levi shook his head and got up. “I need to work harder. I need to protect you a lot more now you’re pregnant. I know there are no Titans, but I have found humans to be far more dangerous. I know we’ve met most people who think I’m this hero, but some people think I’m this evil monster. If the people who hate me find out I’m marrying someone and having a baby…”

You held your lover’s hands tightly when you noticed the worry and fear inside him. “Grumpy.”

He looked over at you. “I was running away with my imagination again, wasn’t I?”

“It’s okay you were. You’re being realistic.” You wrapped your arms around Levi and held him. “I can’t imagine the things you’ve been through and I don’t think I’ll ever understand.” You pulled back and gazed at him. “But I am always here to listen and shower you with my love.” You placed Levi’s hands on your hips. “Our baby is going to be safe and happy. They love you with everything they have because you’re an incredible man.”

Levi teared up. “Thank you.”

You linked your arms around his neck. “I know you’ll keep us both very safe.” You kissed him and smiled. “Those bad people have another thing coming if they attack me. They have Bo, the deadly pup after them. There is Humanity’s strongest soldier as Papa Bear. We have a whole gang of scouts on our side.” You shrugged. “Plus, I get pretty crazy when I’m angry. I could kick someone’s ass.”

Levi chuckled. “You’re right. We have a deadly group.”

“We do! Plus, I think if my dad found out I was hurt by a guy that didn’t like you. My dad would murder him and know exactly where to put the body so he isn’t caught. My mum too.”

Levi stared at you for a while. “You serious?”

“Yup.”

He frowned a moment and thought about what he’d be like as a father. “You know what? I’ll be the same when I become a dad.”

You giggled. “I know you will. I also know you and my dad will get on so well. I mean, you two write so many letters about tea and gardening. You’re like two peas in a pod.”

He chuckled. “We get on well.”

“I know it’s a stupid thing to say and I can’t guarantee it, but I’ll say it.” You smiled as you gazed at Levi. “Everything is going to be okay.”

He nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. “Mm.” He tilted his head. “Give me a kiss. I want it.”

You squeaked as he yanked you close. “Being dominating, I love it.”

Levi tangled his fingers in your hair and kissed you roughly. “Good girl.”

You gasped as your heart raced. “Those are flirting words, Mr.”

“My intention.”

You hummed a laugh and pulled from him. “Tea, I made it and we need to drink before it gets cold.”

Levi eyed your behind and gave you a firm spank making you squeal. “A-Ah, s-sorry, I just…I read in the books…and I heard…was that okay?”

You blushed hard. “I liked it.” You hummed a laugh. “Spank me whenever you want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You snuggled together on the sofa and enjoyed a nice cup of tea. A soft blanket covered the two of you as you relaxed in each other’s arms. It was hard not to fall asleep next to each other. Being so close to someone who was your world was perfect. Hands sweetly entwined under the blanket. The two of you could sit like this and rest for hours on end.

Bo perked up and hurried to the front door when he heard movement. He bounced around and ran over to you and huffed to let you know someone had arrived.

You slipped off the sofa and smiled softly at your pup. “That your grandma and grandpa at the door? Huh? Shall we say hello?”

Levi shot up to his feet. “They’re here?”

“Yes.”

Levi whined. “Okay…okay…calm, breathe…”

You rubbed his back. “They’ll love you.” You handed him his favourite cane that you bought him. “Here.”

“Thank you.”

You held Levi’s hand and walked with him to the front door just as your parents knocked. You opened it up and were hit by the bite of the winter cold air. You grinned at your parents and their two pups with them, Larry and Lulu. All four were wrapped up in winter things to beat the cold and the snow. You shifted aside and welcomed them in. Your father pulled in the bags before hugs were exchanged and the dogs released so they could play with Bo.

Even though Levi was riddled with nerves, he welcomed both your parents into his home and was a little surprised at the big hugs they gave him. You helped them out of their winter things and escorted them to the living room. Levi was left with them while you were making tea and some snacks.

Levi gulped hard as he gazed at your big and tough-looking father. However, your sweet bubbly mother next to him added a soothing effect. “Was the journey okay?”

Your father nodded. “Was okay. We drove it here in a car. Was interesting as the roads for them are fairly new. I must admit, I’m impressed with the invention and introduction of them.”

“They’re very useful. Though, I do like horses.”

“You used them for so long, so I’m not surprised.” Your father smiled a little. “You have a lovely garden by the way.”

Levi blushed a little. “Well, it’s all thanks to you and your letters. You helped me improve the garden.”

Your mother giggled. “He does love gardening so much. Levi, I must say your cottage is adorable. It’s so spacious too.”

You put the tray down and sat. “Levi decorated this place. It’s all him.”

“You have wonderful cute taste!

Levi blushed a little. “Thank you.”

“Can we see the ring?”

You offered your hand. “It’s so pretty, right?” You smiled at Levi as your mother looked. “Levi knows me so well.”

Levi leaned over and kissed you. “I do.”

You hummed a laugh. “My wonderful man.”

Your mother smiled. “You’re perfect together. So, a winter wedding, huh?”

You took Levi’s hand. “Levi doesn’t like his birthday too much, but we’ve made it better.”

Levi nodded. “Thanks to you.” He kissed the back of your hand. “We’re going to make this time of year full of happiness. So, we thought a wedding would be perfect.”

Your father grinned. “It’s a perfect idea. We already have some ideas to help you both.” He frowned when he saw you had lemonade and not tea. “You not having any tea?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ve reached my tea limit for the day.”

“Limit?”

Your mother gasped in delight. “Are you?”

You hugged Levi’s arm and grinned. “Yes. I’m pregnant.” You laughed as your parents cheered and jumped around the room. You gazed at Levi when he released a long sigh of relief. “Told you it’d be okay.”

He smiled softly at you. “Yeah, you were right.”

“You wanna tell the scouts next?”

“Tch, I’m gonna have to tell those idiots.”

You clutched your bouquet as you sat a little nervous in your changing room. You shifted a little as your heart raced in your chest. You turned your head and smiled when your mother approached you with a warm cloak for you. “Thank you.”

She put it around you and clipped it with a pretty brooch. “You look like a princess.”

“Really? I hope Levi likes it.”

“He’ll love it.” She pulled you to your feet. “I bet he’ll get all emotional.”

You giggled. “Likely.”

“You got any sickness today?”

You rubbed your belly. “No, no I’m okay.” You released a long sigh. “I didn’t expect so many people to turn up.” You lifted your flowers and hid you’re your blush. “Even the queen is here.”

“Levi knows a lot of important people.”

“He does.” You looked out the window at the snow-covered land. “I feel for Levi. There are people he would want here, but they’re not…”

Your mother hugged you. “You’re probably right, but I think his main concern is you. He wants you to turn up to the wedding.”

You turned to face her. “You’re right. I should go get married then, huh?”

“Yes. We have to meet your father and he’ll give you away.”

You walked down the hall to see your father was fixing his suit. “Dad?”

He flinched and looked over at you. “Hey, sweetpea. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“You ready?”

You nodded and saw tears in your dad’s eyes. “Are you?”

He whimpered. “No.”

You hugged his arm tightly. “You’re so sweet.”

He smiled softly as he walked with you outside and moved through the snow to the next building. He pushed open the doors to a small wooden hall with a large fire keeping it cosy. Flowers and fabric decorated the walls and tables. It was cosy, welcoming and loving. The place was beautiful and harmonious as if it perfectly represented you and Levi. It was full of friends from both sides.

At the front of the group stood Levi in his perfect suit waiting for you to come running into his arms. To his side was Onyankopon wearing a nice suit. Bo sat nicely next to Levi with a little bow on. The three of them look great, but Levi was the best.

“Levi.”

Levi turned and gazed at you. A cute pink blush consumed Levi’s face as he took you in. He walked away from Onyankopon and Bo. He moved closer to you as if you had this hold on him. He softly said your name with love in his heart. “You look…incredible.”

You handed your flowers to your father. “Thank you. You look so handsome.” You looked around. “Where is your cane?”

Levi pulled you closer. “I don’t need it anymore.”

“You don’t?”

He shook his head. “I have been training for a while now. Before you get up in the mornings, I go for a jog. I pushed myself and when your dad came over two months ago, he helped me push further.”

Your eyes widened. “You did all that?”

Levi stopped in front of Historia. “Yes. I did it so I could stand proudly with you and dance with you.”

You welled up. “Oh…oh Levi…”

He wiped your tears away. “I love you so much.” He welled up too. “Shit, we’re both a mess.”

You sniffed. “Yeah.”

Levi looked over at Historia. “We’re ready, Your Majesty.”

Historia smiled softly. “Let us begin.”

Levi held your hands and gazed at you as Historia talked. He undid the brooch and removed your cloak to show off your beautiful wedding dress. You exchanged rings before holding hands and watching Onyankopon work with Historia to bind your wrists and link you together. You bowed your heads as flower crowns were placed on your head. You accepted a drink and passed it to Levi.

Historia clasped her hands together. “You are unified together. You may seal the union with a kiss.”

Levi yanked you close and kissed you passionately. “Mine.”

You giggled. “Yours.”

He held your hand tightly and walked with you towards the door and out into the snow. You moved together to the other building where you both had gotten dressed. Both of your hearts were racing as you moved to the marital room. The room itself had more flowers in it, gifts everywhere, drinks, food and a nice place to relax. It was always set up for couples to go to a room like this so they could relax and enjoy each other’s company before they had to socialise again.

You looked at your hand holding Levi’s. “I’ll take this ribbon off.”

Levi whined. “No, it binds us.”

You giggled. “Levi, our love binds us.”

“You’re right.” He watched you pull it apart. “This room is nice. How long are we supposed to be in here?”

“As long as we want, but tradition says a few hours. Everyone else will be drinking and eating.”

“So, I have you all to myself for a while?”

You picked up a glass of juice and sat down. “You do.”

Levi pulled his blazer off and tossed it to the side. He released a sigh and undid his cravat. “Darling?”

You looked over at Levi. “Mm?”

“I uh…I would…I want…”

You flicked your gaze to the bulge in his trousers. You reached over and started undoing his belt. “You want to make love to your wife?”

He nodded. “Y-Yes.”

You whipped his belt off and dropped it to the floor with a loud thud. You dragged the zip down slowly and released Levi’s hard erection. You lightly touched the weighty thick cock and purred in delight. You admired the vein wrapped around his pale member and the pretty pink tip leaking precum. You moved the skin on his penis and enjoyed how hot he felt.

A moan escaped Levi when you tapped his tip against your pouted lips. His breath hitched when he watched himself slowly sink into your mouth. This would have embarrassed and flustered him many months ago, but now it was enchanting to see. He gently caressed your cheek with the back of his right hand. Before he would have stared at his missing fingers, but you were so enchanting.

You pulled back with a pop and panted. “Levi.” You turned your head and kissed his hand over and over. “I love you.”

Those words set him off. He lifted you from the floor and tossed you onto the bed made for the two of you. Passion filled the room and bodies tingled when Levi entangled his fingers around your panties and ripped them off you. He panted as his arousal and passion for you consumed him. He wanted to eat you up.

You gripped the bottom and dragged it up your body. “Levi.”

Levi panted and growled at you. “Forgive me for not giving you oral or touching you, but I am overwhelmed with the desire to fuck you into this mattress.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck. “Do it. Ruin me.”

The tip of Levi’s cock pressed into your opening before all of his cock was slammed deep into you. The warm soft pelvis of Levi was pressed against you. His weighty balls full of strong sperm tapped against you. Levi gripped the sheets and began bucking into you as if he was possessed. He panted as he looked down at you. Pupils blown wide and pleasure in overdrive, Levi ravaged you in the way that he knew you needed and wanted.

You clawed and tugged at Levi’s shirt as pleasure consumed you. The pretty shoes you had worn for your wedding were struggling to remain on your feet. Each shoe plopped off your foot one after another due to the passionate thrusting of your husband. You were glad to be rid of your shoes because now you could wrap yourself around your man and pull him closer. With legs locked in place, you yanked Levi closer to you.

Levi crashed his lips against yours and took your breath away. Your body melted against the bed as he moved so passionately against you. It was as if you were going to vanish any moment beneath him. Levi’s heart was squeezing so tightly in his chest. Love was all he felt for you and pure joy that he could make love to the woman of his dreams. That he had a sweet baby on the way. That all this fighting in his past was worth it if it meant he could be here with you.

A rush of emotions coursed through Levi. No matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t possible to hold back. Hot tears leaked from his eyes as he had a moment of clarity. He had so much loss and yet he had gained something so precious. He longed for his friends to see him in his moment of happiness. He had hoped they had watched over him when he got married. There was something magical about you. Whenever you touched him or spoke to him, it was like you could touch the deepest parts of him and pull it all out. You were cutting the bindings within his heart.

You pulled from Levi’s lips as his hips slowed down and you felt something wet on your face. “Levi?”

Levi shook above you. “Forgive me, but my emotions got the better of me.”

You cupped his face and gazed at your handsome man. “Don’t be sorry for having a heart.”

He sniffed a little. “You are too sweet to me.”

“I love you so much, you are everything to me.” You showered his face in kisses. “I know today is very emotional for you.” You placed your hand on his chest. “They are here with you, always. They will never leave you.”

He nodded and smiled. “Yes, you’re right.”

You hummed a laugh. “I bet they’d be shocked that their dear friend is married, but also so happy.”

“Yes.”

You nuzzled your nose against his. “You have such a beautiful heart, Levi Ackerman, it is one of the reasons why I am so proud to be your wife.”

Levi blushed hard. “Wife…”

You hummed a little laugh. “That’s right, my love. I am your wife and you are my husband.”

Levi leaned on his forearms and pressed his body against yours. “Wife.” He rolled his hips against yours. “You are my wife. Mine, all mine.”

You held your husband tightly. “Yes, yes I am. I am all yours. Forever.”

The soft silken walls of your wet pussy massaged and pulsed around Levi’s thick, hard twitching cock. The pink tip of his penis lightly kissed your cervix adding a tiny pulse of euphoria within you. With every drag and push of his hips, he moved so passionately against all your pleasure spots. Both of you panted together as you gazed deep into each other’s eyes. Loving smiles spread over your lips as you felt deeply connected to each other.

You leaned your head back and began moaning loudly as your coil tightened within you. The shirt on Levi’s back became strained when you pulled hard on it. A grunt escaped Levi when your thighs slightly clenched him. Your legs shook as you felt like you were on the cusp of bliss. Thankfully, Levi knew exactly what you needed. He pushed a hand down between your two bodies and began massaging your clit with the tips of his fingers.

You felt the body shaking snap hit you. You cried out in delight as your orgasm rushed through you and heated your body. You smiled as you felt your body was on fire with euphoria. “Yes! Levi!” You moaned in delight. “Fuck!”

Levi dragged his tongue up your neck before he bit down a little. “I love you.” He moaned your name. “I love you.” He pulled back and panted as he admired the orgasmic glow on your body. “My dear wife.”

You giggled and rolled over onto Levi. You sat up and hummed in delight. “How about this dear wife of yours show you how much she adores you?”

Levi pushed his hands under your dress and massaged your thighs. “I am all yours, my darling.”

You rolled your hips and felt every inch of Levi’s cock press against your pussy walls. You mewled in delight as you felt all of Levi’s divine penis. You clenched the skirt part of your dress as you panted at pleasure consuming you once again. You were lost in the moment and just let your passion and love for the man below you take control of you. Encouraged by Levi’s loving squeezes of your thighs, you kept moving your hips as the both of you moaned in delight.

You slipped forward and slapped your hands on Levi’s abs to steady yourself. The beautiful steel eyes of your husband locked onto you causing a blush to consume you. It was such a passionate and intense gaze that Levi had for you that it made your heart race and lose your composure a little. You lowered your head to avoid his eyes and began focusing on how his cock slipped in and out of you at a loving pace. However, it was hard to keep the focus going when Levi was calling your name so sweetly.

Levi reached up and caressed your cheek. “Look at me.”

You whimpered. “Levi.”

“Don’t be shy.” He lifted your head just a little so you could look deep into each other’s eyes. “You are so beautiful.”

You mewled in delight at his words of affection. “My handsome husband.”

Levi parted his legs below you and firmly gripped your hips. “Allow me to help.”

Your nails dug slightly into Levi as he began thrusting up into you. “L-Levi.”

“Keep looking at me. Don’t take your eyes off of me.”

You moaned in delight. “Yes, Levi.”

He smiled at you. “Good girl.”

The perfectly thick cock of Levi pumped in and out of you at the pace you both craved. Every inch of him was buried deep within you. Both of you could really feel each other, adding to the deep connection and love you had for the other. A tingle began in Levi as you ran your hands up his body and lay against him. For a moment he glanced down only to see your breasts pressed against his chest causing a plump cleavage to be his view. Everywhere he looked, you were stunning. He was blessed.

Levi whined. “Darling, I’m gonna cum.”

You pushed your fingers into his hair. “Me too. Cum deep inside me, my love.”

He gripped your hips tightly. “I will. Now, be a good girl and touch yourself.”

You flopped against Levi before reaching down and rubbing your clit. “Mm.”

Levi shifted his legs once again and began pumping his cock deep into you. He panted and shivered as he lost his rhythm as he fought his orgasm. He gritted his teeth as your walls fluttered around him. He panted and looked deep into your eyes to see they had the adorable glaze of pleasure. “Good girl.” He smiled when you mewled at him. “Good girl. Cum for me.”

You bit Levi’s pec when you felt the snap. You shuddered and tensed up as your pussy walls massaged Levi’s cock just right. You felt yourself drooling when he panted and moaned below you, his chest causing a vibration to go through you. You purred when you felt his cum enter the deepest parts of you. You lay against Levi and enjoyed the feeling of his hot seed pumping into you.

Levi’s body relaxed as the last of his cum left him. With tired arms, he reached up and began playing with your hair. “Are you okay?”

You raised your head and smiled down at your husband. “Better than ever.”

Levi chuckled at your sweet words. “I love you so much.”

“I love you always.” You leaned closer and kissed him. “Am I right in thinking you’ll be ready to go again soon?”

“You know me.”

You giggled and slipped off his lap. “How about a little snack and drink break?”

Levi shifted his body and sat up. “Sounds like a great idea, but allow me to get everything.” He leaned over and kissed you. “I did take the lead and ravaged you roughly.”

You hummed a laugh as he got up and stumbled a little to the food and drink. “You’re a sweetheart.”

He flopped down next to you and helped you drink before he fed you different snacks. He placed a loving kiss on your lips and gently smiled. “You are so beautiful.”

You blushed a little. “You’re incredibly handsome.”

“Thank you.” He pulled you against him and held you. “My wife.” He rubbed your belly. “Our baby.”

You leaned against Levi and hummed a laugh. “We have a rather wonderful life, don’t we?”

“We do.”

You looked over at Levi. “You’re not frowning.”

“Am I supposed to?”

You smiled. “It makes me happy you’re not. Months ago you would have questioned if you deserved this, or assumed something bad would happen.”

He played with your hand. “I am trying to stay positive, my love.”

“It’s wonderful. I’m proud of you.”

Levi leaned over and kissed your neck. “Thank you.”

You caressed Levi’s cheek. “Tomorrow we should go to the graveyard.”

Levi smiled a little knowing what you meant. “I think we should too. We have a lot to tell my friends.”

“We do! We should take the young scouts and my parents.”

Levi squeezed you. “We should.” He flopped down on the bed with you. “For now, though, we need to snuggle and kiss.”

You nuzzled your nose against Levi’s. “It’s my favourite thing to do with you.”

“Mine too.” He played with your hair and sighed. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

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[clanofjones]

MERRY (late) CHRISTMAS!

I started this on Chrismas Eve and I just finished it five minutes ago, but I think it's pretty good nonetheless! Quality got scrambled tho, so click for better quality LOL

L to R: (I am sorry for the tag if you don't celebrate or didn't want to be in this, I will do my best to change it if that it the case)

@fanatess, @theosb0rnway, @3mutantsinatrenchcoat, @paytato435, @karonkar, me, @delicatechildwitch, @allyheart707, @friskebits, @zeawesomeness, @tinker-the-dragon, @yelenapines, @justletmereadmycomics

There are so many others I wanted to include, but my canvas is not that big! I love you all regardless!

For those pictured, I am feeling sentimental, so have a nice sentiment under the cut ^^

Fanatess: You are always super sweet to me, and you let me rant about silly tropes and fic ideas! Thank you so much. (Fun fact, I own the tree hat in the art, and it gives me 'you' vibes)

Oz: Oh my god, literally where to start. You are absolutely amazing, and I have to thank you so, so much for letting me rant about random crap, even if it makes no sense. You’re like. The best person I could have made an AU with.

Three: Gotta say, I don't really know you all that well, but what I do know is that you are so kind and awesome. Your asks always brighten my day, and it's always awesome to talk to you!

Payto: They say great minds think alike. Regarding Casey Junior, I think we might be thinking exactly the same. LOL. Thanks for letting me bounce ideas off of you regarding the best boy. We've taken over the "au-rant" channel and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Kar: You are like. SO COOL. I stand by that statement. You are one of the coolest people I’ve met online, and my brain straight-up short-circuits when I remember 'yes, we are friends with this guy, and this guy knows we exist. Holy shit.' Weird world, ammarite?

Me: SELF LOVE, you guys! If this many awesome people care about me, then I'm probably pretty awesome too, right? YAY! Friends!!

Ally: If our server had a yearbook, you’d win “kindest person” or whatever the actual title is. You get the point! You are always so kind and inspiring to me, and thank you for the extra encouragement to actually finish this!!

Del: You are so sweet and kind and creative it's unreal! It's been so fun so far getting to interact with you and I look forward to more of it in the New Year!

Frisk: Thanks for somehow always being there. Whenever I shove some janky art or concept into a server, you’re almost always the first one there with encouragement, a compliment, or something to add. Thanks for the extra encouragement on this thing's completion as well!!

Ze: I haven’t interacted with you much, but when I have, you have been nothing but nice and welcoming! If we’re being honest, I was pretty nervous but you’ve been super cool to me, and it means a lot!

Tinker: It’s always crazy when you share fandoms with the gang outside of The Main, Soul Encompassing One, and I find it so fun to have someone else to discuss them with! Hatchetfield and TMNT enjoyers unite! *high-fives you* You've also got such good takes!

Yelena: If not for you, I wouldn't be on Tumblr at all in the first place! For that, you've earned a place in my hall of fame. I know we don't talk often anymore, but it's always so exciting when I see you on my dash!

justletmereadmycomics: (slightly embarrassing, but I don't know a name to call you by ._.) You are one of my closest beloved mutuals! I have loved getting to know you, it always warms my heart whenever I see you in my activity! You are so funny and smart, keep just being you!

You're all so smart and creative, it bewilders me how we met in the first place! Either way, I'm so grateful for it, and I wish you all nothing but the best in the New Year!!

#my art #merry christmas #mutuals #well #like half of you #i love you guys #i love my friends #I hope I got y'all's sonas right- #I love you all so much with my entire heart #discord server #sonas #others sonas #my sona #happy holidays

[coleszzzworld]

Yandere College jock! x reader (she/her pronouns)

Authors note-(hey besties 🫶🏼tbh i don’t know if this will post but I was reading yan jock stories and I wanted too make one lol🧍🏽‍♀️anyways lmk if y’all like this I’ll definitely make a part 2 if y’all do!)

Y/n (your name )

Kai Martinez -(jock)

Football games are supposed too be fun.

That’s what everyone says . But here I am sitting in the front row outside watching our school team lose. I was dragged here by my friends with promises of a good time . Instead our school team is losing by a few points. “Yeah we’re gonna lose “ I say sitting down on the cold metal seats , as my friends cheer our team on , “cmon y/nnn at least show a little school pride ! “ my friend says as she chirps with joy , “nah I’m good .” I say responding nonchalantly, “cmonnn you don’t even have too scream or anything ,at least stand cause nobody else is sitting! “ she says still clapping for our team, I agree and stand up . The golden boy , the superstar of the team … Kai martinez he makes eye contact with me for a good 4 seconds , I stare at him with a confused look on my face , that look when someone’s staring at you and you don’t know why .

We are still down on our luck. We are 3 points away from winning. Eventually both sides take a break . And my friends ask that I get snacks for the final game I agree . I walk down from the stand, making my way too the concession not paying attention too where I was going. I eventually make contact with a hard chest , eventually knocking me on my butt . “I’m sorry I wasn’t looking!!” I said looking at the floor then up . My eyes meets beautiful gray eyes . “Oh! I- I apologize I wasn’t looking where I was going either!” Wait a minute I know that voice anywhere , i break eye contact. Kai Martinez. Like I said the superstar. Everyone knows him .we have chemistry together but I don’t really talk to him and when I did it was only questions about whatever thing we were doing in class. He holds out his hand I eventually take it getting up , “oh! Y/n I apologize! “ , “it’s fine don’t worry about it Kai “ I say as I wipe my hands on my pants cause their was a little dirt on them , “well I never expected you too be here y/n , I’m surprised you came ! “ he says with a slight smile . If he was a dog he would be a golden retriever for real. “Your saying that like I came here for you .” I say looking at him . “I- I didn’t mean it like that ! I apologize!” He says his cheeks getting red a little, “I’m just fucking with you Martinez! “ I say joking with him ,”well I gotta go Martinez , you better win! Do it for the school, or do it for me what ever you like !” I say still joking with him , I walk away not even thinking about what I started.

Eventually the game starts back up , and Martinez starts too body the other team which inspire the rest of the team. Eventually we win . Everyone starts too scream and celebrate the game . that victory was sweet . Maybe football games were fun .

After all the celebrating, me and my friends start too leave . Them already walking in front of me then stopping to chat too other people and amongst themselves . And once again I bump into Kai “y/n! Did you see me win? Did ya!?” He says getting all excited, “I did Martinez! , congratulations! Im guessing my little motivation helped?” I say looking up at him smiling, “it did ! Thank you y/n I really appreciate it ! “ he says picking me into a hug , very werid but he’s happy so I’ll let it slide , eventually he puts me down waiting for me too respond “well you are very happy” I say chuckling a little bit “we’ll see ya later Martinez ,and once again congratulations!“ I say as I walk away catching up with my friends. I didn’t even realize the sad look on his face .

“I wish you didn’t have too leave y/n your the reason I won . I did it for you “ he whispers .

#yandere jock #yandere #yandere x reader #Spotify

[twisted-turtels]

Crossed Paths (Pt.2)

Farleigh Start x black!fem!oc

Author’s note: I’m on a role tonight. This is gonna be a friends-to-lover kind of story. I guess Farleigh's personality is kind of a head cannon, but we know he is a dick head and he still is, but not to Jordan. Just cute, playful banter. I can't wait to keep writing more. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Crossed Paths

Does the fit give rich, posh English major whose school is paid for by daddy’s money? Jordan thinks to herself as she’s admiring herself in the mirror. She woke up extra early today to make sure everything looked good. Jordan took the time to do her makeup and even set out an outfit the night before. The weather will be pretty chilly, but “A hoe never gets cold,” as her mother would say, so Jordan decided to wear a skirt today. She looks down at her watch. Only 8:30. I still have time to grab something quick to eat and drink. She grabs her school bag and keys and exits the door.

Jordan comes across a quaint cafe and decides to go inside. She notices there’s a line, so she decides to wait. As she takes a look at the menu, she feels a presence standing behind her. She turns around to see Farleigh standing in line as well.

“Look who’s trying to fit into the Oxford aesthetic,” Farleigh remarks with a sly grin. 

Jordan looks down at her outfit, “I- Well,” Farleigh laughs, “I’m just messing with you. Your outfit is cute,” he turns to look at the menu, “What are you getting?”

Jordan laughs, “I think it’s only customary to try the tea that the British lose their minds over. And a scone as well.”

The line continues to move until she and Farleigh are at the counter. 

“Hi, can I get-” Jordan starts, “Can we get two teas with milk and a vanilla scone?” Farleigh continues. Jordan stares at Fareligh in disbelief, “So you’re paying?” She asks. “Of course, it’s the gentlemanly thing to do,” he responds.

Oh, so he got money?

“I suppose so.” Jordan smiles.

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Farleigh and Jordan walk out of the cafe towards campus. 

“How does it taste, Jordy?”

“Oh, so it’s Jordy now,” Jordan laughs softly, “and it tastes fine, nothing like sweet tea, though, which is ten times better. The scone is delicious, though.”

“I never asked, but what are you studying?” Farleigh asks. “I’m actually studying English,” Jordan responds. “No way! Me too. What's your first class today?” Farleigh persists. “I’m gonna be honest. I only know the professor and room number. It’s Professor Ware, if I’m not mistaken-” 

“I have Professor Ware, too,” Farleigh continues

“In room 220?” Jordan questions.

“Yeah,” Farleigh confirms. “Oh, thank god. I thought I was gonna be alone,” Jordan says. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “You’re never gonna be alone. You got me, Felix, and Venetia,” Farleigh checks his watch, “Oh shit, we’re gonna be late. We gotta walk faster.” He teasingly walks ahead of Jordan. 

“Wait for me. I got short legs!” Jordan rushes after him, laughing. As they pick up the pace, the laughter continues. Maybe Oxford won’t be so bad. 

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They finally make it to the room. Is this the professor’s office? Before Jordan even had a chance to question it, Farleigh grabbed her wrist and rushed them into the room. Jordan hurriedly sits in one of the chairs while Farleigh throws himself on an armchair. 

“I’m so sorry. Sorry, I’m late. Sorry, I’m late. We got completely lost.” Farleigh hurriedly explains.

“Yes, so sorry, Professor.” Jordan apologies as well. 

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Fareligh says to the other boy in the room. I did not notice him at all. Farleigh turns back to Professor Ware, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re Farleigh Start and Jordan Williams, I take it?” The professor asks, “Nice of you to join us, finally.” The professor focuses on Farleigh, “You’re not a relation of Frederica Start by any chance?”

Farleigh nods, “Yeah, she’s my mother.” The professor breaks out into a grin, almost like he’s reminiscing. 

“I knew her when I was your age. We were both here! When she was still Frederica Catton. Before she went to America. Farleigh, in a mocking tone, exclaims, “No way! Oh, my god. I’ll tell her. She’s going to be thrilled I’m being tutored by one of her friends!”

Ware shrinks down, “Oh no, Not really friends. More of an admirer…from afar. We didn’t even speak. No need to mention me.”

Jordan snorts and quickly tries to hide it. Farleigh smiles charmingly and looks at the professor, “Shall we start?”

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Jordan is staring absently out the window as the boy she now knows is Oliver is reading his essay. He said  ‘thus’ like 8 times already. 

“And thus the shape of the verse can be said, like Browing’s ‘Last Duchess,’ to look as it were alive.” 

Finally, he’s done.

There’s an uncomfortable silence as they wait for the professor to respond. Ware finally shifts his gaze to the group, “ Okay, yeah. That was very good. A lot of food for thought there. Intriguing.” 

Farleigh chuckles, “Thus.” Jordan quickly glances at him. So he noticed it, too.

Oliver sharply asks, “Hmm?”

“Sorry, just ‘thus’. It’s just a funny word.” The air feels thicker in the room.

“Why,” Oliver asks.

“I don't know. I don't think we really use it that much in real life, do we? It’s kind of verbose,” Farleigh looks Oliver in the eyes mischievously, “don't you think?”

“No. Not really,” Oliver quips

Jordan interrupts bluntly, “You used it eight times.”

Oliver visibly reddens, “No, I didn’t.”

Farleigh and Oliver continue to debate while Jordan’s mind continues to wander. In the next session, I’ll have to bring my own essay. She finally comes to when she hears Oliver sarcastically remark, “Look forward to hearing your essay!”

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“I didn’t know that we had to bring our own essay. This is so embarrassing,” Jordan complains as she and Farleigh walk back to her apartment. “It’s not a big deal; the professor said it was fine anyway, seeing as you’re an exchange student. Just bring it next time.” Farleig explains calmly.

“I guess you’re right,” Jordan pauses, “That Oliver guy is kind of odd, yeah?”

“Yeah, and annoying as shit,” Farleigh confirms while rolling his eyes. “Anyways, are you doing anything later, at like 5 o’clock?” Farleigh asks.

“No, I’m not actually. Why, you just can’t get enough of me?” Jordan quips.

Farleigh raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly, “Um, don't get ahead of yourself, but Felix and Venetia wanted to know if you wanted to join us at the bar.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t like me, and yes, I do want to join y’all at the bar. Come get me at 5, okay?” Jordan replies as they stop in front of her door, “Thanks for walking back with me, I’ll see you in three hours?” Jordan walks in and turns around to wave at Farleigh. He waits until he can’t see her anymore before walking away, letting out an audible groan. She’s got me. 

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