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christinarowie332 · 6 months

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“parasite” chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: lots of swearing, gruesome imagery??idfk . suggestive ?

toxic situation ship between reader and chris ….

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parasite .

your phone lights up for the seventeenth time in the last 5 minutes .

"just fuck off man" you whisper to nobody as your phone is flipped over with an exasperated sigh.

exactly 7 minutes ago you got an instagram tag from some random kids account . ignoring the name of the account your eyes flicker over the first few lines in the caption , you pick up on "chris sturniolo" and "girlfriend" along with "public kiss" . your eyebrows furrow and make a home over your now searching eyes and parted lips . your heart drops once again once you click on the actual post with shaking hands .

It's him . your chris . your chris with a girl who looks nothing like you , the exact opposite . She's beautiful . Her jawline is almost drawn in , a sharp angle which blends perfectly into his , as one of his hands holds the side of her waist the other placed on her throat . He's kissing her . your fucking chris . you leave absolutely no time to grieve . as fast as the tears pooled in your eyes you blinked them away . you tilted your head upwards and took a deep breath , exhaling a fast quick one, laughing in disbelief . you shook your head to yourself and straightened your back before sending the post to Chris himself .

"cute thing to find out over instagram chris" you added with the post .

realistically , he isnt your chris . yes you have been seeing each other for months , but you have never once said your together . he says "i'm just not ready baby" "cmon y/n , you know it's not like that , your the only one i want , i'm just not ready yet"

fucking dick

That takes us to now . you sit with your knees to your chest, your deep breaths forcing your breasts to be slightly squashed under the pressure as your lungs rise and fall . The blanket holding you is the only comfort you feel staring at the floor .Holding your vape weaving it between your fingers and flipping it around in your hand . you blink out of your trance at the sound of your phone vibrating next to you . you tightly close your eyes , feeling a slight vibration in your forehead at the hard tension . you open your eyes again and grab your phone which is displaying a call . "dickhead <3" .chris . I went to answer the call before hesitating for a second to take a deep breath .

"i dont wanna hear shit from you chris" you say before even getting phone to your ear

"y/n thats not me bro , i swear to god" he whines out slightly , desperation in his voice clear .

you let out a dry chuckle and roll your eyes , " fucking liar bro , I SAW THE FUCKING PHOTO CHRIS." you exhale a shaky breath and wait for his response .

your left with only silence , hearing him breathe and the distant faint bass in the background .

"not ready my fucking ass , seven months chris . seven months i have wasted , i can't believe you . seven fucking months i have waited for you . seven months i have spent falling in love with you , while you were fucking-" you cut your self off , realising you have absolutley no idea what he has been doing . your bottom lip quivers slightly before you purse them together , biting down hard enough to draw blood .

"im sorry" after a few seconds of silence he finally replies . his voice slightly gruff and hourse .

"fuck you" you say before ending the call and trowing in to the other side of the sofa . it slides under a pillow slightly .

the moment your phone isn't in view . the knot in your chest finally snaps , you feel your heart finally snap and the remaining hope for him go with it .Your chest shakes in the same motion as you sob . fingers that were harshly digging through layers of sweaty skin in your palm make their way to your hair , pulling so hard it could snap . The nausea comes back , turning your stomach like the seasons over a too familiar seven months .

it's only when you hear the front door open do you get up from your pit in the sofa curled up into yourself . you turn your body still sat, feeling confusion and fear in equal parts . your heart rapidly starts beating, enough to snap a rib . you try and take a breath as you stare at the door frame , expecting the worse , said breath gets caught as you hear soft steps approaching you , your eyes widen as you search around your now messy living room . searching for a weapon, or your phone , your eyes scan the room rapidly , grabbing a candle that was sitting on a coffee stained table .

"y/n?" you hear his voice before you see him . His hair is wet , along with his shoulders and upper arms , turning his light grey sweatshirt into a messily patterned sight . his eyes soften as he sees you . searching your expression . Then his eyes flicker to the candle raised in the air , furrowing his wet eyebrows , tilting his head in confusion before curling his lips into a shy smirk.

"a candle ? really?" he says, widening his smirk and taking a step towards you .

he stops in his tracks as you take a step back from him , lowering the candle and throwing it softly on the couch .

"i need you to hear me out , y/n i-"

"Why are u here" you say blankly . " i'm pretty sure i was clear that i was done with you"

his eyebrows twitch at your words , hurt and sadness very evident on his face . his shoulders relax and head tilts slightly .

"I told you it wasnt me . I meant it . I meant everything I said . everything i have done and said . I meant it ."

your eyes search for a lie in his eyes . you find none. What you do find is guilt .

"meant what chris ? what have I meant to you . a fuck buddy? a friend? a fan? please tell me because i dont fucking understand !" your voice which was once cautious and small slowly grows louder , stepping closer to him yelling . "please fucking tell me what it means . who the fuck am i to you !"

his face which was once soft and understanding turned and twisted into a gruesome one . His soft kind features turning sharp like his jawline , which flashes as he turns away from you .

The warm lighting in the room grows colder . The cold aching in your fingertips soothes the burning in your cheeks as you run your hands over your face in exhaustion . as your face is covered by your hands you miss as he swings his body towards you and steps just inches away from you . grabbing your face in his hands and forcing you to look up at him . your eyes scan his eyes franticly , looking between his unreadable one . it's there u see him soften and his eye twitch before taking a deep breath , anxiety poisons the air between you as he moves the hair from your face with his hands.

"look, y/n , you are what i want , i know that , i've always knew that .im just scared ."

it feels as if with just his words , he plunged his hand into your chest. through your cracked and broken rib cage , destroyed by months of deep breaths , your lungs abusing their cage. it was like he managed to find the exact places he broke just hours ago, and with a few words and found his way back home . all he had to do was throw a few words in your face and he stitched up the body of the girl he managed to destroy .

his hands trailed down your arms until they held your wrists . soft manacles seem to click around the space he holds.

"i want you chris , nobody else,, I want you to want me." you say looking him in his eyes , your voice soft and quiet

he trails one finger up your arm , looking at the goosebumps that trail his touch like a shadow until he rests his hand softly around the side of your neck . with this he puts a hand on the crook of your back and inches closer.

his wet hair drips on you forehead as he kisses you . his hands slowly moving up and down your body soothing your aches before they settle on your face , holding you as he deepens the intimacy . your hands ghost over his hands and rest on top of them .

calling him a parasite would be wrong, especially when the host welcomes the symbiosis .

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HEHEHEHHEHEEHE

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yandere-daze · 1 year

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Congrats on reaching 2k! You absolutley deserve it :D

Could I request a Shu and Mika headcanon on how they would try and make the reader forgive them in the imposter self aware au?

Thank you! I assume you probably just made a typo and put 2 instead of 3 there jfsn

And yes, I´m always happy to write for Valkyire, you know me too well ☺️

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, mention of bad previous treatment of the reader, mention of murder, self-deprecation ( Mika), self-dollification ( Mika), mention of verbal abuse, unhealthy mindsets ( both), overworking ( Shu)

How would Mika try to make the player forgive him in the imposter self-aware AU?

With how far Mika is willing to go for the people he loves, he was probably pretty nasty to you when you first were transported into the game and everyone thought that you were responsible for the disappearance of their beloved player.

Mika gets attached so easily to the point that it´s kind of scary so that obviously means he´s also super obsessed with the player, who spends so much time taking care of him and looking out for him. He´s so starved for love that he soaked up every little bit of attention he was getting from the player, even if he didn´t feel worthy of it

But then one day, the player simply left him and you appeared instead? Mika wouldn´t call himself the smartest person out there but he can figure out just fine that you must be responsible and it´s an understatement when I say that he isn´t very pleased

Honestly? Good for you for even surviving because there´s no doubt in my mind that Mika would resort to killing you out of anger and desperation because you´re the “reason” the player left him

Other than that very extreme scenario he also isn´t all that nice to you, which is kind of rare to see from him. But how can he be nice to someone like you that took away the most important person in his life? How dare you?!

Which is exactly why he´s shell-shocked when he finally finds out that you actually are the player and he´s been so cruel to you all this time. Immediately gets on his knees and bows his head while breaking out into sobs, apologizing profusely for treating you so cruelly and saying all of these mean things as he clings to your legs

He truly is so sorry! How can he ever make up for this grave mistake?

Honestly almost throws in the towel at first as he doesn´t think that there is any way to make up for what he did. From the very beginning, he already believed that he wasn´t worthy of being in your presence, of receiving your kindness and warmth. He was dirty and would only taint your saintly body

But now? Oh, it´s simply hopeless! How dare someone like him, who is completely beneath you, treat you like this? He truly has done something completely unacceptable and he´s unsure of what to do, he just knows that he has to atone for his sins somehow

Mika is so scared that you´re going to abandon him now, throwing him away like the piece of trash he is. And he understands why you would, he really does, which is why he´s all the more desperate now. He feels that he has to prove to you that he still has his uses, that he´s your pliable doll completely devoted to you and willing to do anything you ask of him

So his way of making it up to you is basically becoming your servant, willing to complete whatever task you ask of him because he thinks that if he proves to be useful, you might find it in your heart to at least tolerate his presence, even if you can´t forgive him.

And as long as he gets to stay by your side, Mika is more than happy to let you control him as you please, all while obsessively thanking you for granting him mercy

How would Shu try to make the player forgive him in the imposter self-aware AU?

While not physically violent or downright murderous like Mika, Shu definitely wasn´t kind to you either, to say the least. He´s already pretty rude and snappish to the other idols he holds no grudge for so just imagine the amount of verbal abuse you must have suffered at his hands when he saw you as the reason why his muse left him behind

At first, Shu might have assumed that the reason you left was that his efforts weren´t enough to impress you, which led to him throwing himself back into work to try and make something new that would please you, but the more time passes, the more he thinks that it´s strangely convenient timing for you to appear right around the time the player disappeared

While he was gruff to you before, now he outright takes some sort of pleasure in talking you down as it only seems fitting for what you have caused. And he just gets worse the more you try to be friendly to him, asking you how you dare show your face in front of him. How he finds you reprehensible

Naturally, there´s a nagging feeling of guilt hidden deep within him when the truth finally comes to light and he realizes that he´s done you a great disservice. All this time, you were his muse, the light of his life, and yet he chased you away when you had greeted him with open arms of your own volition. Oh, how he wished to slap his past self now!

You were the most divine creature walking this earth, blessed by the heavens itself, and yet he said all these horrible things to you

He wants to make it up to you to get back in your good graces but he doesn´t really know how to proceed. Shu has a lot of difficulties with being honest and conveying his true feelings to someone because deep down he is still scarred by his childhood and the rejection he felt due to his family never supporting him in his passions. He has long since closed off his heart and so only with a great deal of effort from both sides is he able to open up

But now that you most likely despise you for treating you so horribly, Shu is all the more reluctant to approach you, fearing that you might flinch away as soon as he extends a hand towards you.

He has many discussions with Mademoiselle where he spills all of his worries to her and she tries her best to comfort him all while giving him some advice. She had always been there for him and that´s also true now.

Mademoiselle tells Shu that she´s more than happy to talk to you on his behalf if he doesn´t feel ready to do so just yet. She reasons that it might help break down the barriers that he had created between you. She´s also just very excited to have a proper chat with you!

Meanwhile, Shu goes back to what he knows best to try and make you forgive him: creating wonderful and awe-inspiring outfits.

Though he´s horrible with words, Shu hopes that his feelings will get through to you with this outfit he´s making just for you. He spends days upon days working on the outfit until the late night hours when it´s already gotten dark outside. He´s barely even taking care of himself, instead tirelessly working as if his life depended on it

And well, to him it did. Having his darling forgive him is the only thing he wants. He truly doesn´t know what he would do if you would still reject him after all of this

Maybe this is why he´s even more of a perfectionist than he usually is, nearly ripping out his own hair when he sees even the slightest imperfection that no one else aside from him would even notice. No, this has to be absolutely perfect for you and he won´t rest until it is!

It´s like he´s possessed, never even giving himself a break until he is finally satisfied with the final outcome

Of course, the outfit fits you absolutely perfectly in the end and you can´t help but wonder wherever Shu got your exact measurements from

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xxstorywriterxx · 9 months

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Your local barista / Part 4

Larissa Weems x fem reader fanfiction

You´re a barista working at Weathervane. A tall blonde, beautiful woman comes in from time to time to get a coffee and talk to you. She seems nice at first but after a while you find yourself wondering if you could become more than friends?

Thank you so much for your support! I´ll try to post updates every week!

This chapter is quite sad, sorry everyone haha. Look out for future parts ;)

Link to the following chapter is at the bottom.

Warnings: fluff, drama, sadness, lack of self-worth

You placed the last fork on the table. Then you looked around the roof terrace to check if everything was set. It was a nice, warm evening. To your left was a small table with the dishes on it. To your right was a large and cozy lounge sofa with a coffee-table in front of it. Your roof terrace wasn´t huge but it had the perfect size to sit around with a few friends and enjoy nice silent nights, just like the one today. You had placed fairylights all over the place, which caused everything to be lit in a warm and cozy light. Some Jazz music was playing in the backround. The pillows and blankets on the sofa waited desperately for someone to finally lay back into them. Maybe tonight you wouldn´t be alone while doing so. Everything seemed perfect so you went back through the door into your kitchen. It smelled amazing in there. The Lasagne was ready to be served and you had already placed the side salad outside. Now you just had to wait for Larissa to arrive. You went to the bathroom to check your fit for the 6th time today. Isaac helped you picking out the perfect outfit yesterday. It was mainly black with some red detail hidden in it, like a few buttons. He wanted it to resemble Larissa´s red lipstick a little bit. You fixed a few hairs poking out when the doorbell rang. "Ok, here I go." You mumbled to yourself. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of Larissa´s dress. It was tight and black and reached just above her knees. She wore an elegant silver necklace and, of course, she had her red liptick on. Her hair was looking as gorgeous as everyday but this time she had a few sparkly pins in them, that looked like little diamonds when light fell on them. A slight breeze caused you to breathe in her smell. You felt numb. She was the definition of perfection.

"Hello, Darling. You look great! I really love your outfit!" She checked out your outfit for a few seconds with a crooked, sexy grin. "A- And so do you. I mean- Wow! I feel horribly underdressed in my own home!" You still tried to focus and not loose your mind. But the look she gave you combined with her wonderful smell really didn´t make it easy for you. "Thank you y/n. I love hearing that from you." "Trust me, I will never be able to say anything else about your looks." Larissa blushed a little. "Shall we go inside? I´ll give you a house tour." "Oh, yes. I would love that. I was wondering what your home would look like." Larissa stepped inside and you closed the door. "Well, here we go then!" You showed Larissa every room, told her a few stories about yourself when looking at certain photos, and stopped in the kitchen. "Wow, y/n. The food smells amazing! I can´t wait to taste it." She winked at you at the last sentence. "No worries. We will get to eat any minute. But you haven´t seen the highlight of my home yet." You then opened the door that led from the kitchen to your roof terrace. Larissa stepped out and looked around. Her mouth was slightly open and she seemed to love every detail she saw. "Wow." She said, stunned. "This is beautiful. Absolutley beautiful." She walked towards the railing and stroke over it. She seemed to be deep in her thoughts while still admiring her surrounding. You smiled while looking at this perfect picture. Nothing could ever capture the beauty of her. Nothing. You slowly turned back and grabbed the Lasagne from the kitchen counter. You placed it on the table outside and watched Larissa for a few seconds. Then you got up to her, placed a hand on her back while she was watching the sky and said "Common. Let´s eat something." Larissa smiled down at you, full of love. She nodded and the two of you headed back to sit down at the table.

Your dinner was amazing. The food was great, you were really happy with yourself, and the wine Larissa brought was very delicious. You talked about all sorts of things: your families, your childhood, places you would like to travel and work. Larissa told you more about being a shapeshifter and promised you to show you one day. Talking to her was so easy. You could tell both of you got more comfortable around each other and you felt like you could talk about anything. She told you more about Nevermore, her time as a student and what to expect as a teacher, in case you wanted to work there some day. Larissa even told you a bit more about her experience with Normies and other students, when she was younger. How she feared rejection. How she felt like she was never good enough. And how she thought for a long time no-one would like her for who she was, but rather for her abilities. You on the other hand talked about your fears and struggles you went through in your hometown. It was amazing how you could talk for ages without getting bored. Larissa was truly breath-taking. When you were fnished with dessert you both decided to move to the sofa. At first you just sat next to each other, a bit stiff even. But after a while you both relaxed and moved closer to each other. You now sat next to each other, faces just a few centimeters apart and holding hands. You both laughed about a story you´ve told from work. You haven´t felt this happy and relaxed for years and you were enjoying every bit of it. But there was something on your mind you just couldn´t let go. "Larissa?" you asked after a minute of silence. "Hm?" she looked at you with a dreamy smile. Your heart began to race. "Do you remember our car ride?" Larissa took a sip from her redwine. "Of course I do, my Dear." She took another sip and placed the glass on the coffee table. You took a deep breath. "Right. Well, I was wondering... you know, before I got out of the car we talked. And I- I said I liked you." You felt your head getting hot and your palms were getting sweaty. You were very nervous and scared to upset Larissa. She nodded and looked at you with a serious expression on her face. She was waiting for you to continue talking. You swallowed. "You know, after I said it, you said it back and-" "What did I say back?" Larissa looked at you, curious this time. She stroke your hand with her thumb while holding it. "You said you liked me too. And- God, why is this so hard?" You threw your head back and took a few deep breaths. Here goes nothing, you thought to yourself. "Larissa," you looked her deep in the eyes. "Tonight has been wonderful. I love spending time with you. I love seeing you everyday at work. And I really want us to hang out more. I wanted to spent time with you for quite a while actually but I was too scared to ask. You know, since I´m only the barista who serves you coffee every morning. But the last couple of weeks things felt... different. And on the car ride home I couldn´t help but telling you, that I- I- I liked you. And then you even said it back and..." You paused and took another deep breath. "Larissa, what did you mean when you said you would like me?" Larissa stared at you, suprised. "Pardon?" "I just wanted to know what it meant when you said it. How... do you like me? In which way? I kinda... need to know because I really... I just need to know what we are." You breathed heavily. It felt like you just ran a marathon. Larissa said nothing. She had turned her head away from you and watched the sky, which was filled with pink and purple clouds. "Oh," was the only thing that left her mouth. "Well, I guess..." Larissa shifted on her side of the couch. She seemed very nervous. Then she let go of your hand. "I mean, you´re a great person y/n. I love spending time with you. You know, I like you. I see you- You´re-" She didn´t look at you. She looked everywhere but at you. While she did, she played with the necklace around her neck. Her face had turned red. "You´re a great friend. And a great person. You know. That´s why- That´s why I like you."

Up until then you had felt your heart racing. Now it felt like it completely stopped moving at all. The warmth you have felt in your chest the entire evening, no, actually the entire week, was gone. Instead you felt cold. Empty. Numb, but in a different way than usual, when you were around Larissa. Larissa, who was still looking away from you and playing with her necklace. "Oh." It was you who said it this time. Your throat was dry. Your eyes were burning, you could feel them getting wet. "I see." You tried to control your breathing. You felt like crying but you stayed strong. You wouldn´t cry in front of her. You didn´t want to show your weakness. You didn´t want her to know, that she was your weakness, not this time.

You both remained silent. You had moved away from each other. Larissa finished her glass of wine and continued looking into the sky. Her mind seemed to be somewhere else. "I had a great night y/n. But- you know- it´s quite late. I should probably go now." You didn´t look at her. "Sure." You could tell that Larissa looked at you, but you couldn´t meet her eyes. It would be too painful. Then she got up from the sofa and took her glass into the kitchen. You didn´t move. "I already called an Uber," you heard her say. You swallowed. "Good. Yeah, it´s important you get home safe." You swallowed again, closed your eyes, took a deep breath and got up. Be strong, you told yourself. Just for a few minutes. You went into the kitchen and saw Larissa checking her bag in case she forgot anything. You looked at her and forced yourself to smile. She smiled back. A sad and nervous smile, unlike anything you had ever seen from her. You could see her hands shaking as she closed her bag. "My Uber is downstairs." You both just stared at each other. Sad, empty. "Ok." You nodded. "Ok," she said back. Then you both walked out of the kitchen and to the front door. "Be careful," you said to her. Larissa looked at you. She seemed to be hurt. Why on earth would she be hurt?, you asked yourself. "I will," she said. You looked up at her and smiled. But she didn´t turn around. She looked like she wanted to say something but just didn´t know how. Then she reached out her arm. Slowly she moved her right hand towards your left shoulder. The one she touched yesterday when everything was fine. You smelled her scent. You heard her breathe. She was just about to touch your arm when a car honked outside. Larissa pulled back her arm, opened the front door and looked at you one last time. "Thank you," she whispered. You thought you heard her say "Love" under her breath but for sure you just imagined it. You just stood there. You couldn´t move. You heard Larissa getting into the car and then she was gone. The sky was dark. The pink and purple clouds were nowhere to be seen. The wind was cold and you started to shake. What happened? How could something so wonderful turn into something so dark and hurtful? You were sure Larissa liked you back. You felt like a fool. Why? Why would she like you? You knew she could have anyone. Why should she want you? You fooled yourself. Saw signs that didn´t exist. Told yourself into thinking the moments you had were special. In the end she was just nice to her local barista. That´s who you are. A barista, a friend. You weren´t her lover and especially not her love-interest. How could you ever believe that?

You didn´t know how long you stood in your doorway but at some point you just turned around and got to bed. You didn´t bother to brush your teeth or to do the dishes first. Nothing mattered right now. You got out of your clothes and slipped under the blanket. You took a deep breath. And then it hit you. The pain. The embarrasement. The hope. The love. Your tears were hot, your head started to hurt and your eyes burned.

Sure. You weren´t a couple. You didn´t even officially date each other. But you dreamed about it for so long. And then you finally let your feelings get to you. You accepted them, started to flirt with Larissa. You allowed yourself to try to get closer to her, eventhough you were scared about getting rejected. You were so focused on her that you made yourself believe she would not see you as 'just a friend'. But she did.

The night was horrible. You had trouble falling asleep and when you finally did, you woke up after just a couple of hours. At some point you decided to just stay awake, but you didn´t leave the bed. The day was foggy and rainy. The trees outside your bedroom window seemed dark and sad. Just like you. You just layed in your bed and had no motivation to get out. At least you didn´t feel like crying anymore. At this point you felt embarrassed and were scared to meet Larissa on Monday morning. God. Maybe she didn´t recognize how hurt you were? Oh, forget it. You were never good at hiding your feelings. She definelty knows about your feelings, if she didn´t already guess. "I´m so embarrasing, oh my god," you said to yourself, hiding your face in your hands. You decided to check the time. You picked up your phone but the battery was dead. So, you took a look at the clock hanging over the bedroom door. It was 8:20am. You groaned and turned around in your bed. Then you heard the doorbell ring. Screw it, I won´t get up, you thought. Probably just the mail-man anyways. But then the doorbell rang again. And again. And again. This time it rang longer. "God damn it! Who rings a doorbell this often on a Saturday morning? Just leave the stupid parcel at my door!" You got out of the bed, took a quick look into the mirror, put on a black hoodie and opened the front door. It was raining heavily outside and the air was cold. You wanted to say sorry to the mail-man for letting him wait for so long. But it wasn´t the mail-man standing in front of you.

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 1 year

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Lil thot thought: Reader wants to try new things in the bedroom but is still too shy to ask The Corinthian directly so she bakes her thoughts of the activities that she wants to do into the sweets she makes for him.

Ok, so this absolutley ended me at the time, like I actually gasped after reading it because this is reader to a T. So Thank you sooo much for your thot and I hope you enjoy ✨

Also this is set in the week before the last chapter that was released! So everything’s still hunkydory by this point 👀

A brief interlude: Chocolate Dipped Strawberries

Series Masterlist

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You were a mess. You’d been a mess for a few days in fact. After that first night with The Corinthian your mind had been brimming with desire and it felt like no matter how much you drank from that cup it would only get fuller with each passing day.

Thinking of roaming hands.

Soft blonde hair.

That sharp jawline.

You would fill your spare time trying to remain composed for Casey as you tried to be more present for her again, and then you would go to Corinthian’s place and have your mind melted to mush. And so - as you found yourself in an endless place of daydream, so too came new fantasies and desires that, despite knowing how good Corinthian was to you, you couldn’t find the courage to ask for.

It’d started when you’d found yourself watching videos and reading things in books to try and find out ways you could please your far more experienced lover. You’d wanted to know how to reciprocate the things he did for you, the way he made you feel when he took you crashing over the edge countless times. And you - being ever the diligent dream - managed to get some inspiration.

Though that wasn’t all. No. You’d found yourself haunted with needs you didn’t even know you’d have been capable of having before.

You’d found your mind stuck on a passage you’d read from some story online. You could practically feel your eyes blowing out every time you recalled it, that bit where the guy would softly tell the girl he was with to get on her knees and crawl to him. He’d run his hands through her hair and call her a good girl, kiss her passionately and touch her like a revered jewel before turning her eyes to mascara waterfalls as she swallowed his cock with his loving instruction.

There was something about that that you loved. The dominance. It reminded you of the way Corinthian was with you. He never had to raise his voice or chain you up or wear some special outfit to take control of you. He only had to hold your gaze and tell you what he wanted and you’d do it.

Oh, how you wanted him to take control like that more often. Just like that first time.

“Don’t nod. Use your words. I need to know that I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m gonna show you what to do ok? All you have to do is listen to me.”

Ugh, remembering the things he said to you was always a sure fire way to get yourself worked up. And you were feeling more and more worked up as time went on…

Which is how you ended up coming across a video one day of a gorgeous couple, one had tied the other up with a scarf, fastening them to the bed railing so that they could do nothing but writhe and say ‘more sir’ as they got their pussy licked. It was so passionate, so tender but so controlling. Apparently this was becoming an overarching theme in your fantasies. This soft dominance.

And so, after a few days of torturing yourself with reading and watching videos, you decided that enough was enough. You were going to tell Corinthian exactly what you wanted him to do to you!

Yes! You were sure of yourself, you would march right into his living room and tell him exactly what he was going to do. Or rather, he would tell you exactly what you were going to do once you were done explaining your fantasies to him.

However, as the day wore on and it crept closer and closer toward the evening, when you were supposed to meet him, your resolve started crumbling. You were nervous, so nervous that you were shaking and your mind was racing. You wondered if he’d really like your ideas or if he’d think it was silly. Were you demanding too much? Would you even be able to get it across to him right?

So far when you’d thought about telling him, you’d figured you’d show him the things you’d read and the videos you’d watched, but now you were feeling more and more like a pervert. Afterall, who on earth marches into someone’s house and just starts showing someone all this porn that they’d been consuming? Perverts that’s who.

Oh gods! You were so nervous, but you knew how much he enjoyed it when you shared your desires. And so you knew you wanted to tell him, but you couldn’t figure out how to anymore.

That is - until you remembered back to that first night with the brownies. He’d eaten the confection and basically taken you into his bed in minutes after he knew how you truly felt about him. So you figured, why mess with a perfect recipe?

You could bake him a little something to show him how you felt again.

Soon enough you were barrelling into the kitchen and looking around the cupboards, going through recipes in your head like a mad woman as you pulled doors open like someone looking for an antidote to a poison.

There were so many ingredients, but you didn’t have enough time. You were supposed to be there in little over an hour! That wasn’t really enough time to bake anything.

Though, after years and years of experimenting with your gift, you knew that you didn’t necessarily have to add something into the oven to imbue it with your powers. As long as there was some preparation involved you’d be able to weave your magic.

So, when you finally wound up in front of the fridge - that’s when the idea hit you. The light from the appliance shone on your face as your eureka moment flashed over your mind and you picked up the low hanging fruit that was staring you straight in the face.

-🍰-

Your nerves were still shot when you’d gotten out the taxi and headed up to Corinthian’s door. Your heart was racing as you made your ascent up through his building, and when Corinthian answered the door and beckoned you in, you’d squeaked out your greeting like a timid mouse.

“Everything ok there, sugar?” He’d asked with a frown.

His hand settled on your lower back and he led you toward the couch, taking the Tupperware you’d brought along from your trembling hands and settling it onto the table. Your eyes had stuck onto it before being directed to his dark shades when he lightly tilted your chin toward him, delicately stroking your cheek with the back of his other hand.

There was officially no getting out of it. You had to tell him. Especially when he found himself having to ask again.

“Sugar, you’re worrying me here. You look like you got spooked by somethin bad. Did something happen in the ride over?”

“No! No i promise it’s nothing bad I’ve just um…I’ve been a bit anxious today is all,” you soothed, moving his hands away from you and burying your head into his chest in a tight hug.

“Oh really? How come?” He asked, reciprocating your embrace.

He adjusted himself on the couch and settled his hand against your head and wrapped the other arm around you so that he could stroke your back. He must’ve felt the way your heart was stampeding when you were pressed so firmly into him, but you couldn’t think about that in the moment. You were just feeling so shy at the prospect of asking for something so…sexy.

“I um…I wanted to share something with you,” you mumbled, feeling your lips brush against the hard fabric of his pressed white shirt.

You breathed in his perfumed scent and relaxed into him more as the motions of his hand on your back soothed you. He was lulling you into a more settled state and now, rather than feeling like you were going to faint, you could feel your chest rise and fall in a natural rhythm and your head quietened for a moment. For a brief second everything was ok again and you didn’t feel like you were going to horribly embarrass yourself.

“What did you want to share with me that’s got you so worked up, hm?” He asked in a low hushed tone, brushing his lips against the spot behind your ear.

Your body tensed, and for a second you considered chickening out of telling him, but when you pulled back from him and looked him in the eyes again you found yourself in a burst of bravery. Just looking at his face was enough to have you second guessing your second guess. He was so handsome, he could have anyone feeling like they were in a movie just being in front of him. And in that moment, that feeling was all you needed to be able to share your desires with him.

“Well…I’ve been doing some reading and some…watching the past few days and I guess I got- uh intrigued,” you said in a small voice, looking away from him for a moment.

“Oh? What kind of reading and watching?” He asked, trailing his fingers over your hips, already figuring out the direction that this was going.

You sighed. You didn’t want to have to say it out loud. It was so embarrassing! Though Corinthian being himself, he wasn’t going to let you assume he knew what you were getting at.

“P-porn,” you said finally, feeling like your body wasn’t going to melt into a puddle of nerves.

“How naughty,” he chuckled, wandering his touches ever closer to your thighs and toward your core. “And what did you find that's got you so flustered?”

“Well um…I actually- I made those for you,” you said, gesturing toward the abandoned Tupperware on the table. “So I could sh-show you.”

His hands paused their roaming and he tilted his head, looking over toward the box. You bit your lip and took it in both hands, opening the lid and offering the dessert to him. His mouth curved into an easy smirk and he shook his head as he moved back from you a little and took one of the chocolate covered strawberries.

He observed it for a second, turning it in his hands to view the messily dipped edges and layered white chocolate that you’d hastily added on top. You’d figured a double coating would ensure that your powers would definitely work on the sweet.

“So I’m gonna assume you want to skip straight to dessert then?” He asked, still wearing his signature grin.

“Yes!” You affirmed, dying for him to take a bite so that you could stop feeling like your veins were going to burst. “I just want you to know though, that I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to do though- like you can just take a bite and if you hate what you see just say and I’ll never bring it up again and-“

“Sweet dream,” Corinthian interrupted, putting a finger against your lips. “I know. And I find it so incredibly hot that you made something like this just for me. Now, let me have a taste and I’ll tell you what I think. Ok?”

You nodded and watched as he turned his body to face you on the sofa and leaned against it, intent on you seeing his reaction. He raised the chocolate dipped fruit to his mouth and after a few moments of letting you watch in agony, he bit into it, sending the juices trailing down onto his hand as he was swallowed in by your vision.

You looked intently at him for the first few seconds, but as soon as he started breathing deeper you lost your nerve and buried your face in your hands. You could feel the warmth in your cheeks pooling underneath your fingertips. This was a mistake, you’d thought, this was such a silly idea, you were so embarrassed, you-

“Holy shit.”

You looked up only when Corinthian had left the couch, feeling his body weight lift from the seat and jostle you. He paced backwards for a couple steps then stroked his jaw, rubbing down toward his chin, gaping a little at what he’d just witnessed.

Ok. That wasn’t quite the reaction you were expecting.

“Sugar…” he trailed, taking a second to catch his breath. “That was pretty intense. You really been thinkin’ all those filthy things about me?”

“Maybe…” you whimpered, not quite sure if his reaction was a good one yet.

“Well I’ll be,” he murmured to himself, finally straightening up after a few seconds.

Your heart dropped in your chest and for a second you swore that the ground was going to swallow you up. He hated it! He thought that it was silly! You were silly, and your ideas were silly and you shouldn’t have bothered and-

“You sure you want all that?” He asked softly, coming to stand closer to you once again.

What?

You’d thought you were done for and you’d ruined the night, but apparently that wasn’t true. If it were, he wouldn’t be leaning down and holding your hands like they were baby birds.

You blinked slowly and after taking in a few breaths through your gaping mouth, you sealed your lips shut tight and nodded. You did want all those things indeed. And you hoped he did too.

“Mmm,” he hummed, pausing for a second to consider something. “Well, I like where your mind’s at, but I’m thinking that might be a bit much all at once. We can work up to it though, ok, sweets?”

He flashed you one of his signature smiles and it had your body lighting up like a firework, you were fizzling to get going. Suddenly all your nerves vanished and you nodded again, too caught up in your euphoria to be able to answer.

He wasn’t disgusted with you and now you were going to get to do all those dirty things you’d been dreaming about. This was the best outcome you could’ve hoped for!

“If you’re really serious about this then you’ll need to use your words, little dream,” he warned, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“Y-yes, I’m happy to work up to it,” you replied, biting your lip.

“That’s my good dream,” he praised, making your heart skip a beat. “You want to keep being good for me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding along enthusiastically.

“Then come give me a kiss,” he said, standing up straight and crooking his finger.

While your mind jumped at the idea, your feet were slower on the uptake. You slowly stood to meet him with your teeth scraping against your lip ever so slightly. It felt like your stomach was filled with a storm of butterflies and your heartbeat was composed of their unsteady flutters.

Suddenly getting everything you wanted was so daunting.

“You nervous, little dream?”

“A little,” you giggled, not knowing what to say under his intense gaze. “I don’t know why though…I guess I’m not entirely sure what to expect.”

“Aw, sugar…that’s entirely the point,” he said slowly, reaching out and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Your job isn't to anticipate, it’s to do what I say.”

You gulped harshly as you registered what he’d said, his voice taking on a hard edge as he finished his sentence. It was barely there, but yet you’d noticed the command that lingered underneath his steady honey-smooth voice. And so you shakily got to your feet, obeying what he’d asked of you.

You met him where he stood and gingerly tilted your head, connecting with his lips slowly and kissing him softly. His velvety skin brushed against yours and for a second you forgot you were exploring new territory as you leaned into the gentle kiss.

Corinthian’s hands crept onto your sides and up along your back, making you breathe in deeply as you processed the sensations from his wandering digits and skillful tongue as he deepened the kiss. You let out a moan when his right hand laced itself through your hair and paused when he ever so gently tugged your hair back, making you look into his dark lenses. You felt like you were two feet nothing under the burn of his intense gaze.

“Are you going to use your words for me tonight?” he asked, stroking your hip languidly with his other hand. “I want you to communicate properly, do you understand?”

“Yes,” you murmured, soft and dazedly.

“Mmm, yes what? What was it you called me in your little fantasy, sweet dream?” he coaxed, tilting his head as you wilted under his stare.

“Yes…Sir,” you squeaked, dropping your head to look down at the floor.

Corinthian groaned low in his throat and moved his hand around from the back of your head, instead tilting your chin up so that you would look back at him with your widened eyes. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt too good to be true. It felt like Corinthian would take it all back any minute and tell you how ridiculous it was to call him sir - That telling you what to do as if he was your master was ludicrous. It felt scandalous and delicious all at once.

And Corinthian felt much the same. He looked down at your needy gaze and felt his body was about to crumble. The way you looked at him as if he was everything was enough to knock the wind from him. He’d had plenty of people look at him like he was a god before, but somehow when you did it, it really meant something. Probably because you weren’t just in physical awe of him, you really well and truly cared what he thought. That was why you were hiding away with those shying looks and batting lashes.

“Why are you so shy, sugar? Isn’t this everything that you wanted?” he asked.

You started to nod, earning yourself a quirked brow and a tightened grip on your hip. And with that came an eruption of goosebumps all over your thrumming body. You knew immediately that that wasn’t the response that he wanted.

“I- it is everything I want,” you clarified, biting your lip. “It’s just new is all.”

“But it’s exciting though?” he pressed, stroking your jawline with his thumb.

It felt like your body was coursing with a thousand volts of electricity.

“Yes, sir,” you smirked, feeling yourself fall into the rhythm he was setting.

Corinthian grinned at your admission and kissed you again, just a quick kiss before he parted from your lips and brought his mouth to your ear, nuzzling closely against your cheek.

“Then take your clothes off for me sweet dream,” he ordered breathily. “Get ready for me.”

“H-here?” you frowned, giving a sideways glance toward the bedroom.

“Yes, here,” he grinned, giving your cheek a quick peck before he parted from you.

You gulped again and watched as he took his place back on the sofa, sinking into it and draping his arms over the back. He never took his eyes off of you once. It felt like the room had turned into a stage, as if there was a spotlight on you and you were playing to a crowd rather than undressing in Corinthian’s quiet lounge. You’d always gone to the bedroom before.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he ordered softly.

Your breathing hitched for a second before you were able to get yourself into gear. It was as if he’d flicked a switch in you and suddenly you were able to move again. You started by slowly tugging your top over your head, then took off the rest, trying desperately not to appear as over excited as you felt.

And soon you were standing there completely naked, shifting your weight in anticipation of your next command. Though, he didn’t give one right away. He paused to admire you, tilting his head and letting you wait in the fuzzy silence that filled the room, feeling your heartbeat creep into your ears.

“Very good, sweet dream,” he raspily praised. “Now I want you to get on your knees. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

You didn’t hesitate this time. His instruction was clear enough and now you were too deep into the fantasy to feel as if it were all going to be ripped away. This was actually happening and it was time to let Corinthian take full control. You didn’t need to worry anymore, he was going to take very good care of you.

“You're such a good girl,” he grinned, watching as you quickly took to the floor. “Now crawl to me.”

You licked your lips and fell forward to the floor, feeling the soft threads of the rug under your fingers and on your knees, padding you from the cool wood that lurked underneath. You gently extended your arm and then your knee, crawling toward Corinthian like a stalking jaguar until you eventually came to a stop in front of him, kneeling up with a straightened back and a trembling jaw. You could barely prevent the energy that zipped through your body.

“There you are,” he purred, leaning forward and stroking your hair once again.

He guided your head to lay against his tan dress trousers and you soaked up the attention like a greedy lap cat. The tingles that erupted through you with his gentle affections were unmatched to anything you’d felt before. Now that you’d put him in charge everything felt so much more intense, as if you’d dialled up the experience by a hundred times.

“You look so pretty like this,” he mused, guiding you to look up at his gaze once again. “So cute when you’re all submissive.”

You felt your cheeks heat at his compliment and tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you this time. He kept your chin held firmly in his grasp and breathed deeper as he took in your shy fluttering eyelashes and the soft rise and fall of your chest. He was entranced by you, his mouth opening slightly into a pout as he beheld his sweet submissive dream.

“How long have you been reading those dirty books and watching filthy videos wishing that someone would do this for you, hm? How long have you waited for someone to tell you what to do?”

You bit your lip and took a second to answer, feeling embarrassed as you recalled your first frantic search for something to relieve the tingling that you’d felt racing through your body one night.

“Truthfully...I only started looking at those things after I met you,” you murmured.

He groaned and tipped his head back. He was seemingly overtaken by the fact that his presence had pushed you to go seeking thrills that were so unscrupulous for an innocent dream such as yourself.

He chuckled to himself for a second, his sharp toothed grin growing wider as he thought about how precious you looked as you mulled on all those dirty thoughts. His lovely little dream had been driven mad by lust and, what’s more, it was all his fault.

“My my, it seems I’ve corrupted you, haven’t I? Not such a sweet innocent dream after all…” he said softly, holding your stare. “What do you say to letting me corrupt you some more?”

“I’d say that I like what you’ve done so far,” you said breathily, growing nervous as you wondered at his plans.

Corinthian laughed again and shook his head, almost unbelieving that he’d turned you into the sinful creature before him. He’d turned you against Morpheus’ pure vision and moulded you into something else- something of his own. He’d moaned as he thought about it more, feeling his cock straining harder to be free of his constricting trousers.

Corinthian knew exactly what he wanted you to do first.

He drew his hands to his dark leather belt and made quick work of unbuckling it, deftly undoing his button and fly, revealing his cock to you once again. You swallowed as you locked your eyes onto the rippling flesh, feeling as if it were somehow bigger than it had been before. It stood in all its glory, waiting for you to reach out and grab it.

“I think it's high time to teach you how to suck a cock properly,” he said with a lazy smile, sitting forward on the couch so that you had better access.

Your eyes widened like saucers and you barely contained a shy smile, feeling excited to please him. You’d always been the one to writhe under him, and now you could finally return the favour.

In your haste, you started to reach out to touch him, but he caught your wrist in his hand and gave you a heavy frown.

‘Did I ask you to do anything yet?”

“N-no...sir,” you stuttered, quickly adding on a title. “You didn’t.”

“Exactly. Only do as I say, do you understand,” he asked, stare falling heavily onto you like an oppressive fog.

“I will!” you squeaked.

“Good. I want to remind you that If you want to stop at anypoint then that’s ok.” he said, voice softening as he took you in. “If you’re uncomfortable with something then just let me know and we can switch things up. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do, understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” you sighed, feeling yourself swoon as you looked up at him.

There was something so sweet about the way he always made sure you were happy with what he asked of you. He was so attentive and caring. It was unlike anything you’d ever known with anyone else, no one had ever looked after you like this, no one had ever made sure to make you feel so comfortable before. It tugged on your heartstrings and made your body constrict.

“Good girl. Now you can touch me,” he smiled, stroking a hand over your head one last time. “Take my dick in your hand and lick the tip to start.”

Well that was a complete change in tone!

Though, you realised you didn’t dislike it.

You quickly followed his instructions and took his throbbing length in your hand, bringing your mouth to the weeping tip. You took a second before you poked out your tongue and teased his warm head, tasting the salty precum that coated it. You took a shaking breath and flicked it all the way around, tasting him like a lollypop until he let out a satisfied groan and brought a cushion to his back, propping himself so that he could lay against the couch and relax fully.

“Very good,” he groaned out with a strained voice. “Ok, I want you to lick underneath now, where the vein is. Yeah- fuck just like that…”

You continued to do what he said, feeling your mind melt as you let his instructions take over your train of thought, letting yourself ease into the new dynamic between you both. You felt so sexy being able to make him moan like he was, felt like you had so much power even though he was in charge. It was you making him groan like a defensive bear afterall.

“That tongue feels amazing,” he rasped, appreciating your roaming mouth. “I could lie here and let you do that all day…”

And you’d gladly do it as well.

“Ok, I want you to put it in your mouth now. Slowly. And I want you to look at me when you do it…”

Corinthian’s jaw was tensing hard with the effort it took to get that out. His brow was creased and he was breathing deeply, he was so worked up already. You couldn’t wait to see what he looked like in even a few minutes' time.

You did as he asked, getting a few more licks in before opening your mouth and taking a few inches - staring at him intently. His cock stretched your mouth and had you breathing shallowly through your nose, clinging to what air you could. It was almost enough to make you want to close your eyes, but there was an unknown force in your body keeping them open. The overwhelming need to please him.

“Gods, you look so sexy right now, you know that?” he moaned, breath hitching like mad. “You’re so hot with my cock filling you up, you always look so pretty for me…”

You moaned out at his praise and in turn got him seething as he felt the vibrations roll through him. It was exactly what you needed to spur you on and get you moving.

It was slightly awkward at first as you found your threshold, but after a minute you were working your way up and down like a natural. His groans drew out longer and he settled fully back, panting and running a hand through his hair, slicking it back with his unsteady hands. He was looking up to the ceiling now, probably preying to whoever was out there that you’d never stop.

You smiled around him and felt a new surge of energy, changing your pace as you sucked and worked out what he liked. He’d moaned particularly loudly as you’d begun flicking your tongue a little, so you’d made sure to mix that in. Your technique was developing, building over time with every little positive sign he gave, it made you feel on a whole new level of sexy.

“Mmm, you’re doin’ so good, sugar. You’re a natural at this,” he murmured.

You lit up with the admission and increased your speed, feeling him get easier to take as your spit gathered around him. He was slipping further and further back and you were meeting your hand more and more, relaxing around him. Taking him deeper and deeper.

“You wanna take me in your throat, sweet thing? Hm? Wanna take me all the way? Ah- I want you to try for me ok?” he rasped.

You grunted around him and made no move to get away as he positioned himself upright again and put his hand on the back of your head, cupping you gently. You paused your movements and looked at him a second before he slowly put pressure on you to move forward. Making you take him down to the hilt.

As you took him deeper, you could feel yourself start to gag. Though, despite the intrusion you still managed to take him for all of a glorious few seconds. It was enough to have him almost keening as you steeled yourself, but you could only stay for so long before you sputtered back off him and gasped for precious lungfuls of air.

His throaty laugh filled your ears and he breathed deeply too, watching as you straightened back up again and locked eyes. You could feel your cheeks heating up.

“Such a good dream doing what I ask…You’re making me feel so good, you know that? You look so pretty too. Your eyes look so cute when they’re all watery like that,” he growled.

You gasped at his admission and felt yourself get stupider with every ounce of praise he offered. All you could think was yes, sir, more please. You were becoming more and more like a character from all that porn you’d consumed.

“You know, you look so good, think I’m gonna join you down there pretty girl,” he grinned.

You tilted your head now, curiously wondering what he was getting up to as he stood from his spot and unbuttoned his shirt. His chiselled form filled your vision and you took advantage of it, admiring him like a great work of art until he joined you, sucking you into a deep kiss.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sugar?” he asked, parting from your lips.

“Mmm, so much,” you moaned, sounding higher pitched than normal.

“Aw, sounds like you’ve got a new kink, hmm? You like sucking my dick and being my little cock whore?” he teased.

“I’m not a whore!” you gasped, narrowing your eyes at him.

Corinthian barked out a laugh and shook his head, turning away from you before turning back again with a sweet smile and a reconciliatory thumb smoothing over your cheek.

“You’re right, you’re my sweet little dream,” he corrected with a sly smile. “How could I forget?”

“Only if you keep saying the right things,” you said, eyes still dark and focused.

“Of course, sugar. Can’t disrespect a fine thing like you,” he teased, bringing his lips to your neck.

He laid down a trail of feather light kisses and even grew so bold as to lick you on your most sensitve spot, his featherlight tongue drawing out a low groan from your throat. Suddenly your annoyance with him dispersed and you were being sucked into a brainless fugue once more as he grew bolder and trailed his hands up to your pebbling nipples.

“So sweet, little dream. Gotta mark you and show everyone that you’re all mine,” he purred, growing bolder as his teeth grazed at your flesh. “Would you like that? You wanna be all mine, sugar?”

“Mmm, yeah wanna be all yours,” you moaned, feeling your head glaze over with fuzz.

“Ugh, such a good girl…”

You felt your breath catch in your throat as his kisses and teething grew harsher and soon he was desperately hauling you in his lap. His hard wet cock was beneath you, and he had a hand on the back of your neck while the other trailed down from your breasts and below your belly, getting you ready to take him.

His kiss had morphed into something else and you could feel your flesh burning, but you didn’t have the mind to care. He would surely leave a big obvious mark on you, just as he’d said, but the only thing you could really focus on was the hand that drew tight circles on your clit and had your pussy dripping for him.

“There, that’s much better,” he hummed, eventually breaking away from your skin. “All mine…”

“Yes, all yours!” you groaned, willing his fingers to dip lower and sink into you.

“Yeah? Say it louder, tell me again. Who do you belong to?” he growled, staring at you through those impossibly dark lenses.

“You! I belong to you- ah!”

You cried out as he finally sank his fingers into you, one then two at a time, alternating between fingering you and teasing your clit, spitting on his fingers every now and then. He was making a mess of you now, making you more than his, he was ruining you.

Though, you didn’t get to enjoy being ruined for long. No, he had other ideas. After he knew you were ready, could feel your pussy clinging to him and practically begging for more with every clench, he lowered you back onto the carpet and turned you around, forcing you onto your hands and knees.

You moaned out at the loss of his thick digits, missing the feeling of him scissoring through you and claiming you. Your breaths were heavy and your thighs were shaking, you weren’t sure how you were staying up for him, you were all worked up and desperate to cum. Hell - maybe you were his whore, maybe-

Fuck!

“Ugh, you’re so perfect!” Corinthain sighed, sinking his hard cock into you. “So tight!”

He’d buried himself to the hilt. You were gasping and clinging onto whatever threads you could as you fought to keep yourself up. Corinthian wasn’t being his usual self, he wasn’t being slow and sensual anymore, he wasn’t taking his time and unwrapping you like a confection. He was ripping you apart like an animal.

His pace was punishingly fast and his hands were tight on you. He was gripping your hips like you might try to run, digging his nails into you and growling out. The room was filling with your symphonies, his rabid grunts and your high pitched cries as you rutted against each other, feeling you were the only two beings in the world.

Your heart was pounding like a hammer against titanium, filling your body with delicious drum beats as your stomach tightened and your throat constricted. You were going to cum. You were going to cum hard, you could feel it being torn from you as he continued to thrust into you and grabbed at you like a wild thing, groping your sides, your breasts, your shoulders, anything.

“Such. A. Good. Girl,” he groaned, gritting his teeth through every word. “You feel fucking divine.”

And just like that the band within you snapped.

You came hard around him and screamed out, feeling lightning coursing through your veins. You dug your nails into the carpet and held on for dear life, soaring to a high and cresting back down.

Though, Corinthian didn’t stop. If anything, the feeling of you clenching around him only spurred him on more and it drove him wild. Had him quickening his pace and driving his hips into you deeper, chasing his own release as you built up to another one. He could feel it, he could feel every muscle tensing in your body and he could hear it in the tiny whimpery moans you were letting out. Gods, you were perfect.

Soon enough you were both crashing down together, both literally and figuratively, as you rolled down into the carpet. Corinthian wrapped his arm around you and took you both tumbling back, leaving him with his back to the carpet and you on top of him, writhing like a possessed woman. Both panting like wolves and fighting to breathe in the cloying warmth of the newly christened living room.

“What in the gods’ names was that?” You asked, laughing as you finally found your breath and slowly woke to your senses.

It felt like your mind had emerged from a dark cave. The low lights felt impossibly bright and your eyes were practically vibrating as you lay against your lover and came back to yourself.

That was the most intense he’d ever been. Not that you were complaining of course - but you hadn’t expected anything like that would happen. You didn’t know he was capable of such a demonic rhythm.

“What d’ya mean?” Corinthian breathed, sounding like he was still a million miles away.

You gave him another few moments to recover, lying back and enjoying the feeling of his warm hard chest as you considered your answer. His heartbeat softened and you smiled as you felt it jump down from a racing jackhammer and down into its usual hypnotic thud, lulling you into a calmed state.

“That was something else is all,” you finally said, sighing as you turned and faced him, “I didn’t even know you were capable of all that…”

“Oh no?” he smiled, lazily regarding you with raised brows. “Why’s that?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, tracing a finger down his dewy chest. “You’re normally mister sensual, slow lover is all.”

“Oh am I?” he teased.

“Mhmm…I liked it though. I liked it a lot,” you giggled.

“Oh, yeah? That’s funny, I could hardly tell.”

You pursed your lips and thought back to the wild cries you were letting out, feeling your cheeks heat up by several more degrees. He could definitely tell alright. And, judging by the look he was giving you he enjoyed your performance equally.

“Seems like dessert was a success then,” you murmured, settling back against his soft skin.

“It gets first prize from me,” he groaned, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “In the future though, I’d find it way hotter if you told me your fantasies. No cheating.”

“But why,” you mewled, feeling your heart race again at the idea of asking him all those things you’d shown him.

“Because I love the way you look all cute and shy while you ask me for filthy things, little dream. And now you have to do it - you know why?” He asked, tracing his thumb over your collarbone.

“Why?” you repeated, staring into his lenses intently.

“Because you’re mine, and you have to do what I say,” he grinned, stroking the mark he’d left before he fucked your senses out of you.

You gasped as his finger pressed against the tender flesh and after a second of glaring at him, you sat bolt upright and gasped. Only then did it really register to you what he’d done and you found your mind jumping to Casey, knowing right away what she’d say about it. You were in for a world of teasing when you got home.

And it was as if you’d had the realization at the same time. Because as your look of horror grew, Corinthian grinned then laughed deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through the whole room and through your trembling body.

“Oh my gods!” you squealed, rushing on shaking legs to find a mirror. “I’m never going to hear the end of this!”

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chezborger · 3 years

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A/n: rlly took forever but better late than never lol

Warnings and type: Smut, nothing crazy just good ol smut.

"They went this way!." Faint voices are heard along with footsteps that echo againts the city pavement.

Rushing through the busy streets to alleyways they were able to get away just in the nick of time."Quickly in here...!" Lupin motions for the girl to follow, making sure the coast was clear in the process.

"Right behind you." She whispered hiding behind the machinery that adorned the warehouse. Her hands moving againts the cool metal while trying to find her way. she held her breath as lupin stood his ground ready to spring into action as the henchman were just around the corner.

Nobodys here... let clear out!" While the rest followed and it became silent they look at eachother, laughing and sighing with relief.

"They're gone now but where are we?" she looked around trying to piece together how long they were trying to get away. Lupin only smirks and the girl already knows somethings up. "I know that look..."

"You know it well, darling. Always such the wiser." Lupin laughs cheekily. "I knew this warehouse was going to be our safe haven. We just had to lose them on the way here." He nods. "Jigen and Goemon should be making their way to us but it'll take til the morning so we just gotta wait out the night."

The lantern sat dull in the middle between them. It would've been fine to sleep if it werent so cold. But the fear of a sniper outside of the warehouse was enough to stay inside.

"I can hear your teeth chattering as much as mine just come here." Lupin mutters into the quiet air.

"Fine, but no funny business, lupin!" He shuffles over to her but after awhile she started to feel the heat in her face. Never had they been so close with her laying on him she could feel his chin just above her head. She pressed her palms to his chest feeling the fabric underneath her tips and swearing his heart was thumping just as much as hers. His cologne was always a favorite of hers and it smelled extra strong with her nose against his collar. Suddenly his arms move from her shoulders to her waist and she swallows.

"Is this okay for you. or is it too funny for ya?" He laughs probably sensing something was up from her stiffness. Her blush paints her cheeks and her fist close, bawling up against his chest.

"N-No its fine, but only because I'm cold." Her expression was annoyed but mainly embarrassed but her body language said different. Her hands go under his shirt, gliding her cold finger tips againts his torso sending chills up his spine and getting a yelp also in return.

"What happened to no funny business, hmm?" He said almost offended but amused

"What? I'm just trying to get warm is all." She smiled and he chuckled seeing this as an invitation

His hands find there way up to her ribcage. Her skin was a soft contrast to his calloused hands. Instantly goosebumps radiates across her skin and she gasps.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked while his thumbs linger under her breasts sinking into the soft skin.

"Warming me up? Absolutley." She whispered seductively followed along with a small giggle of anticipation.

Lupin wasted no time feeling and fondling the supple skin that filled her chest. soft sounds and heavy breathing were enough to know what felt good for her. Soon enough the knee that was nestled between her legs started to feel pretty good too as her hips moved on there own. While her arms make thier way around his neck to find some balance she pulls him into a kiss that he melted into but his tent was happy to interrupt.

"You've already got a hard on for me?" She breathes

"What can I say you raise other things than my feelings."

They make their way out of clothes blocking from making the magic happen. The cold air no longer cold or maybe no longer bothered them was heated. Labored breaths echoed along the machinery. He slipped in and out just nicely as she moved her hips along. The eye contact made the feeling even sweeter. Both of there eyes glazed with pleasure. Her soft sounds and his turned louder along with the sounds of sex.

"L-Lupin...!" She moaned with every drag that made her eyes roll back. His hands barely left her body as they felt up every inch.

"(Y/n,) You sing such a beautiful symphony." He managed to squeeze in laugh before her nails dug into his shoulder earning a moan to bubble up from his throat. Her legs started to burn from moving faster but she didnt seem to mind. the feeling finally snapping as it washing over the both of them like a wave of pleasure. Even after as he slips out she catches herself biting her lip.

"I'm all warmed up now, Lupin." She breathes. Lupin smiles basking in the glow of post sex but its interrupted as lips kiss againts his neck. "We've still got a few hours til morning how about you warm me up some more?"

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free-pancakes · 3 years

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A modern AU where levi and hanji went for a trip n hanji somehow involved in a gangster group n they kidnap her cz she got some secret info of the gangster group.. Later levi went to rescue her but they killed hanji in front of his eyes..after some mnths levi find hanji in his doorstep alive n kicking.. The gangster was Ackerman gang and levi doesn't know about this gang because her mother ran away with levi n give him better life.. Also hanji reform Ackerman gang and made them have a better life that's why they give hanji to utterly depressed levi.

(I'm shitty in writing and English is not my first language 😑)

It had been months since... the incident. Levi looked down at his phone, the red bubble over his text message notifications glared at him—hundreds of unread messages. He didn’t have the heart to open them. All of his friends asking if he was okay, but he just needed time to cope. He wasn’t sure how long that would be, but 6 months was nowhere near enough. His tea finished brewing and he stepped over to the kitchen, pouring two cups. It was routine, he didn’t care. It didn’t matter that Hange wasn’t there anymore, he still set out the cup anyway.

They had been on vacation. He had finally convinced Hange to take a break from work. Finally. And they somehow got entangled in the infamous Ackerman gang’s plans, Hange accidentally coming across sensitive information and was almost immediately taken right from him. He had called Erwin, head of the city’s police precinct and they fought to save her, but she was killed right in front of them. He shuddered, and tried to wipe the scene from his memory everyday, but the images danced in his eyes more often than not.

Six months felt like an eternity to Levi, and he continued to go through the motions, passive day after passive day, routine again and again--it felt like living hell as his heart swirled with guilt and regret. He felt like a mindless robot. Erwin would stop by often, worried about him. He would simply and nonchalantly talk to Levi about work since Levi almost refused to talk, but just sit and listen. He mentioned that the Ackerman gang activity was slowly dwindling, and nearly ceased, but Levi didn’t care. If only they just stopped activity before they came across it that day. It was too late.

“This is worthless information, Erwin,” he muttered. Erwin looked sadly at his friend. “Nanaba and Mike are hosting dinner tonight if you want to come later. Take care, Levi.” He let himself out and looked back—it was hard to see Levi like this.

The sun lowered, shining warm, orange beams of light directly through his window spilling onto the floor. The day before they left for vacation, the apartment looked just like this—the comforting glow of sunset filling every room with light, and illuminating Hange as he watched her pack her clothes into her suitcase on the floor. The light reflected off the gold frame of her glasses and her brown eyes, making them glisten like pools of honey, and he was absolutley mesmerized. She looked up to find him staring at her from the couch, and gave him a big toothy grin and laughed, her actions making him just want to hug the hell out of her.

He stared at the floor, now empty, the apartment painstakingly silent without her laughter. He looked at the clock, and thought he might just go over to Nanaba and Mike’s. He didn’t want to, but it was probably good for him. As he stood up to go get changed, he heard a soft knocking at the door. He debated ignoring it, but something compelled him to go answer. He opened the door.

“What do you wan—”

An almost blinding ray of sunlight spilled into the room through the open door and he stared directly in front of him with wide-eyes.

“H-Hange?” he said, voice shaking so much, he almost couldn’t speak. It felt so good to say her name again.

“Hi, Levi,” she whispered, loving the feeling of his name roll off her tongue out loud for the first time in months, soft at the sound of his voice. She was standing on his doorstep, messy hair, oversized sweatshirt, glasses, her annoyingly bright lipstick and all.

“A dream, yes this was a dream. Or some kind of joke,” he thought to himself. He just wanted to sit and stare at her for hours, scared that if he took his eyes off her, she would simply disappear into thin air, and he couldn’t bare to lose her a second time. She handed him a small hand written note.

“They told me to give this to you first,” she said with the dumb, toothy smile that made him weak at the knees.

He snatched the piece of paper out from her with shaking hands, and opened it.

“Hange was more helpful than we could have imagined. But please, take her back. She never shuts up and we know more useless scientific facts and knowledge than we ever wanted to know. And do us a favor--Don’t run into us again. Signed, Kenny Ackerman”

A black van sped off from behind them, and Levi was simply dumbstruck— but Hange was standing right in front of him. It was too real to be a dream, despite how absolutely ridiculous and confusing the note was. They weren’t wrong about the “never shutting up” part, though.

But it didn’t matter. She was alive and standing on his doorstep. Their doorstep.

He struggled to form words. “How? We saw you—”

“You didn’t think I was dead, did you? There’s no way that would have happened without me at least getting to say goodbye to you first or something, Shorty. Plus I wouldn’t go down without a fight, you know me--right Levi?”

He stood, silent. She cocked her head to the side, a caring expression across her face, and took a step forward and to wipe the tears from his cheeks with her thumbs. He didn’t even realize he was crying. She cupped her hands around his face and pulled it close to hers, their foreheads and noses touching, feeling each other’s puffs of warm breath on their skin. Tears fell down her face too, and Levi pulled her into his embrace, desperate to feel her heart beat close to his.

Honestly, he didn’t care for hearing her explanation, so that could wait til later. But he suspected her crazy mind did something to the Ackerman gang, and Erwin’s earlier comment was starting to make sense.

He left a small kiss on her lips, his body overcome with gratitude and relief as she kissed him back.

(thanks for the ask, anon! idk what this is lol but i don’t think it did justice to your awesome au idea! if you want something much much better, check out this by @smallblip and this by @fanmoose12! Based on the nature of your ask, you’ll absolutely love their fics!)

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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Thoughts - Part 2 // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

If you haven't read part one, I heavily suggest you do it you might be confused! (Since I don't have a computer and can't link it, if you look up soulmate in my search tab, it shows up :))

Summary - Reader finds her soulmate and it's none other than Matthew Gray Gubler. They look through their past and dig up things about their first soulmate thoughts.

Word Count - 1.4k

I'm leaving this part in Readers POV this time :)

PS I gave you a random birthday to make things easier.

After enthusiastically watching a good chunk of filming on set, it was time for everything to shut down and my class to leave.

"Excuse me! Professor!" I heard a voice shout to my Cinematography Professor. He whipped around and looked to Matthew.

"Would you mind if I stole one of your students? I can take her home, unless she needs to go back to the school on the bus." My face felt hot as Mr. Loughty furrowed his eyebrows at him, clearly suspicious of his actions.

"I feel that would be inappropriate." I watched as a wave of realization washed over Matthew's face, he shook his hands at him.

"No no! I just, we just." He looked to me slightly for help.

"We just found out we were soulmates." I scratched the side of my neck, looking at Loughty. His eyes widened and he smiled.

A rare occurence for him.

"Well aren't you just the luckiest gal!" He patted my back, causing me to stumble forward a bit. "Sorry for overreacting, go ahead. I'll sign you off the bus." He waved and shooed away the rest of the students, who were now gawking at me after overhearing who my soulmate was. I couldn't blame them.

I mean *look* at him.

And that's exactly what I was doing, we both were. Very caught up in the moment.

"Is it okay that I'm taking you home?" His face held so much concern, as if I would be suspicious or afraid of my literal soulmate.

"Yes!" I said, possibly with a little too much enthusiasm. His smile gree as he grabbed his keys from a nearby table.

"Alright then, let's go!" Matthew led me to his car, opening the passenger door for me. "M'lady." His large hands gestured into the car.

*I already like this man.*

"I can tell I like you too." He said with a smirk. My face was definitely beet red by now, I did not intend for him to hear that.

"I'm gonna have to get use to you being able to hear everything I think about." I snickered. He jogged to the driver's side, slipping in and putting the key in ignition. "First and foremost, I have a question for you." I had wanted to ask him this question since I was 18, I just didn't know who to ask. "What were you doing at 1:19 pm, June 22nd, 2002." Matthew's head slowly turned to me, eyes widening with every passing second.

"No way." His head shook at a slow pace. "No *fucking* way." There was a hint of laughter behind his words. I just looked at him with a puzzled look.

*Matthew walked down the street, on his way to his current apartment. There was a slight bounce in his step, considering how his life was falling together lately. He had just graduated from college, and was now looking into places to audition. He was proud of himself.*

*Just as he was zoning back in from thought, a man had stopped in front of him, looking him up and down.*

*"Have you ever considered modeling?" Matthew's eyebrows furrowed together in a wicked scrunch of the face.*

*"Excuse me?" Matthew looked down at his watch, remembering that you couldn't tell time in a dream, he was making sure this was an actual interaction that was taking place.*

*"1:19." He said aloud, making the other man tilt his head. The gears in his head were turning a 100 miles a minute. "No, I've never considered modelling, why?"*

*"You have impeccable facial structure for it." His pointer finger circled around his face, quickly shooting out, implying a handshake. "I'm a modelling scout." Matthew cautiously shook his hand, a card being slipped into it. "Please call me if you want to reconsider."*

*Then he was fone, as if the whole conversation never happened.*

"You've got to be *kidding* me right?!" I laughed, covering my mouth to hide the massive grin I could feel forming. "And all you could think was 'What the fuck?!'" In the past, I had held a slight grudge for the migraine that thought had given me, but now it was quite the story.

"*That's* the first thought you got from me?" His eyebrows shot up, hands coming to his mouth. "I'm so sorry!" He chuckled, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm gonna be totally honest." I tried to compose myself from all of the laughter. "It hurt like a bitch. I was all like 'Awe! What if it's something cute! Maybe he's thinking about *me*?' But no! You happened to be shouting profanities in your *mind* while I was becoming an adult." This brought on another wave of laughter, a laugh I was definitely excited to get use to. After the giggles had died down, he turned to me with a wide grin.

"Do you wanna know what my first soulmate thought was?" I nodded excitedly, resting my head on the headrest as we were now sitting sideways in his car.

"Wait! Before we start, do you wanna sit in the back? Might be more comfortable there." My thumb jabbed to the backseat while his smile clearly grew.

"Absolutley." We both hopped into the back, getting situated. "Okay, it was March 9th, 1998, 4:15 pm. I was a senior in highschool, and I had just gotten home from school. I was walking up to my front door when I heard it." He told the story like it was folklore, his arms gesturing every which way. "I heard 'I told his dumbass that I was gonna win, silly old man.' Which took me off guard." I had never seen someone smile so wide. I dug through my thoughts, trying to remember where I was in March when I was 14. Then I remembered.

"Holy shit! I know what was going on!"

*Y/n sat, shaking her head at her head at her old man.*

*"Dad, there's no way you would win in a race to me! For so many reasons." His eyes rolled at the childs words.*

*"I think your just a wimp!" He stated, crossing his arms at her.*

*"Oh it's on old man!" She stood from her previous seated position with haste. "From here to the big oak tree." Her small hands pointed at the giant tree across the yard. He nodded with confirmation.*

*"Ready. Set. Go." And they were off, this was short lived though. Because a few short strides in, her father was on the ground, holding onto his knee. She was jumping for joy at the tree, doing a victory dance.*

"It turned out that he had blown out his knee." I made a painful expression, counteracting the laugh that was escaping from my lips.

"I love that instead of immediately helping him, you just, thought about I told you so." His head shook, laughing again. Changing the mood a bit, I grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers.

"I'm so glad I met you, finally." My thumb rubbed over his. Matthews hands were extremely warm, a contrast to my constantly freezing ones. "You are everything I thought you would be and more." His eyes were bright with wonder, peering into mine.

"I don't know how I got so lucky." It wasn't something I was expecting to hear. It's not like I was anything incredibly special.

"You got lucky?!" I chuckled, you're literally all I've ever wanted in a guy. You like the holidays, from what I've heard. You're funny, and you have *impeccable* facial structure." I giggled, my hand tracing his cheekbones lightly. His eyes narrowed at me, leaning forward slightly.

"Is it too soon for me to ask if I can kiss you?"

"Probably." I grabbed his face, pulling it to mine quickly. His lips tasted like fruit, more like fruit roll ups. I could feel his mouth curl into a smile during the kiss, followed by me doing the same. We parted, foreheads touching.

"You ever had an eskimo kiss?" I could just barely see the twinge of confusion in his eyes. I leaned my nose onto his, rubbing it back and forth with a smile. I could hear the whisper of a laugh as he did it back.

"I can already tell you're the best thing that will ever happen to me." He mumbled.

*Me too.*

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honeyharrylive · 5 years

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Treat Her Right

Okay, so it’s a Monday night and I put off studying for my midterm. To the point where I literally sat down and wrote 2.3K words of Harry smut for the first time....ever. Please let me know what you think and if you want a part two!! My asks are open!

Enjoy!

He knew it was a bad idea.

He knew going out tonight, especially to a restaurant an hour from home, was just a bad idea. But he wanted to give her a nice night since he’s been gone for three months. It’s what she deserved. A fancy dinner, all dressed up. To talk while they sipped some expensive wine, hold hands across the table, and flirt with each other as if this was their first time meeting. He wanted to treat her right tonight.

She just wanted him to eat her right tonight.

She missed him bad while he was gone. Facetime calls were never enough and the new vibrator she’d gotten before he left just wasn’t cutting it. For the past three months it’s been exhausting orgasms - and not in the good way. Not the way he gives them to her. She wanted his fingers, his tongue, his cock...not buzzing silicone. So when he got home this afternoon, she was ready to let him take her whatever way he pleased. But instead, she spent it getting ready for their date. Don’t get her wrong though! She’s madly in love with him and had such a time going to dinner with him tonight, but the car ride back was the longest she’s ever endured. And they’ve still got 30 minutes.

The seats in his Range Rover were roomy and comfy, the heat in the car on full blast on a winter night like this one. One hand on the wheel, concentrating on the road and the other hand on her knee was enough to make her clench her thighs together, thinking about what those hands could be doing right now. And sometimes she’d see him poke his tongue out to wet his chapped lips and think about it licking her instead. 30 minutes, you can wait. He smiled at her, giving her thigh a little squeeze and tapped his fingers along to the soft music in the background. He knows what he's doing to me, she thought.

And he did. He knew exactly what he was doing because although he was dampening his lips every so often, it wasn’t because they were dry and chapped. No, it’s because he knew that she was watching him. He knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it. Wanted to hear those filthy words come out of her mouth. 3 months and you’d think he’d be willing to let this one go and just have his way with her, but he wanted to hear her beg for his touch. Say how much she missed him.

She decided to do something about it. She reached her hand over and played with his hair a bit, right by his ear. Pushed the little curls back and scratched his scalp lightly - something she knew he liked. He hummed at the feeling and gave her a side eye, knowing exactly what she was up to. But he wanted to play it off like he didn’t. So he focused back on the road. Her nails, long and freshly done, stopped playing with his hair and instead traveled elsewhere. Her finger tip traced his cheek and she giggled as his dimple showed, her finger slightly going into the divet. Then down to his neck, to his chest. She flattened her hand out, rubbing over the exposed skin that showed some of his tattoos. His breath a little shaky the closer she got to his cock, already hard from just the thought of being buried inside her when they got home. But he was driving, and he wasn’t going to die like this, so he finally moved his hand from her leg and caught her wrist. “What d’ya think you’re doing, pet?”

She looked at him innocently, like she hadn’t just been feeling him up. “Nothin, just admiring you.” She smiles.

“Usually admiring someone doesn’t involve feelin them up, now does it?”

“No, but you just look so handsome tonight. Hot, actually. I had to get the full hands-on experience.” She giggled.

“We’ve got 20 more minutes, darlin. Think you can wait til we get home for more uh’that, yeah?” He let go of her wrist and turned up the music, drowning out the little whine she lets out at his suggestion. She huffs, crossing her arms in aggravation. He’s so focused on the road, going as fast as he can to get home. But she is just too impatient and too wet to even consider waiting until they get home. So, she does what she’s been doing for three months.

She subtly pushes her dress up a bit, exposing the new light pink panties she put on for him tonight. She shifts in her seat, peeking over at him to make sure he didn’t notice. Her pointer finger came down softly rub over the lacy fabric, feeling how wet she already is. With the radio still up and his eyes still on the road, she let out a little whimper deciding to slip her hand completely under the panties. She found her little bundle of nerves and started rubbing at it - side to side, up and down, circling in. The more pressure she put on, the harder it was to hold back any noise. So, she decided to just let it go. One long moan and a little whimper after, she saw his head snap in her direction quickly. He noticed her dress scrunched up around her waist, her hand dipped into her underwear, and her hand moving quickly on herself. She was looking right at him; his jawline, his chest, his hands. She couldn’t help herself.

“What does my princess think she’s doin? Rubbing her little button while I’m right beside her. Pleasure yourself now, darling, and you’re not going to cum at all when we get home.” He kept a stern face, sure of his words. And she knew it too, knew he was dead serious when he said those words. Knew that he’d fuck her until he came, eat her out until she was begging to release herself; and leave her sobbing in frustration with absolutley nothing. That’s the only reason she decided to take her hand away from her pussy and pull her dress back down. And for the last ten minutes of the car ride, he sucked on the fingers that were just rubbing herself. She was sure she was dripping on the nice leather seats by now.

When they did finally get home, he’d barely gotten the car turned off before they both ran for the front door. He pushed her up against the wall in the hallway leading to their bedroom. Heavy breathing, the sound of him sucking on her neck, and the fumbling of his belt buckle was all that echoed in the corridor. “You know exactly how naughty you were being, don’t ya lovie? Touching ya’self while I was driving. Couldn’t properly touch you for three months and you do that to me.” He got on his knees, looking up to her for an answer. When nothing came from her mouth, he gave her thigh a slight smack that made her whimper. “M’sorry, sorry. You just looked so good tonight. Please do somethin, please.” Her hands were against the wall and her body pushed towards him. She was desperate and he knew that. But, so was he.

He bunched up her dress. His hand lightly trailed across the inside of her thighs and ghosted over where she needed him most. “You want me to touch you here, pet?” He wiggled his finger across the fabric and she lost it, pushing herself towards his finger. He chuckled and took it as a yes, then yanked her panties down her legs. He didn’t give her a chance to step out of them before he dove face first right into her pussy. Sticking his tongue out, delving into her wet folds and shaking his head side to side. She basically screamed and gripped onto his full head of curls, pulling on the hair. He groaned from the feeling, the sound vibrating exactly where his mouth was now - sucking her clit and licking at her like it was his last meal.

He was relentless, hardly coming up for air. The dress that was once bunched up at her waist has now fallen slightly over his head. Keeping at it, his tongue poking in and out at a fast pace, sometimes flattening out and licking all the way up her sweet pussy. She swears she’s never felt something so good in her life. Her thighs are shaking, moans loud and drawn out. Everytime he suckles on her clit she swears she sees stars. And she’s so close, so close to her release. The licking sounds intensify and she pulls his hair a bit harder - a nonverbal signal that she’s about to come. He knows this, and that’s exactly why he pulls away.

She cries out her back hitting the wall and her thighs still slightly shaking. A little tear rolls down her cheek as she looks at him. He knows what he’s done and he also knows that she loves it, no matter how much she whines about it. And he loves watching her fall apart.

“Please, please I was so close. Please lick me again. Please, H.” Panting, she looks up at him with glossy eyes. He simply shakes his head no, a smirk on his face, and shoots his hand out for her to grab. She whimpers lightly and steps out of her panties finally. She takes his hand and follows him to their bedroom. “Strip.” Was all he said. She follows his demand, her dress and bra in a pile next to the bed. He falls onto the bed, leaning up against the headboard. She’s staring at him, waiting for him to say his next demand. He nods his head to come closer and begins to unbutton his white shirt, exposing his chest and stomach now. She climbs onto the bed, next to where he’s rested.

She’s sitting on her knees, ass resting on the back of her foot, patiently waiting for him to finish unbuttoning his shirt. She knows what he wants her to do, but she has to wait until he says to do so. And he finally does. He pats his thigh lightly and helps her swing her leg over his, sitting herself on his leg. Just the subtle feeling of the material of his pants against her bare pussy has her whimpering, so when he finally says “move”, she’s an absolute mess. One hand is pinching and rubbing her nipple, one resting on her waist; his rings are cold against her and she loves it. Thigh riding has become one of their favorite things. He loves to watch her get herself off on him; she loves the feeling of the fabric between her lips.

He’s so hard, he can’t stand it. She’s only rubbing against his cock once in awhile, when her thigh accidentally brushes it. And every time it does he lets out a barely-noticeable whimper. But oh, she notices.

She stops her movements, although being very close to cumming, and shuffles away from him. It’s a bold mood, and he’s not very happy she’s stopped without his permission, but then she’s unbuttoning his pants and grasping him. He lets out a moan, letting her have her way with him for a bit. She’ll pay for this in a bit, he thinks. She strokes him, kissing his neck and nipping at his skin and begins to grind against his leg again. She knows how much he loves this, how her touch makes him weak. I’m in control now. The slower she goes, the more his moans turn to desperate whimpers for release. She smirks to herself, thinking he’s just putty in her hands now.

But then he grabs her wrist, pulling her hand away from him. He flips her over before she knows what’s happening, and grabs both of her wrists. She gasped, not expecting the situation to turn around so quickly. He smiled a devilish grin, “Don’t move.” And so she didn’t. She watched in anticipation as got into the closet to get what she assumed was their box of toys. It wasn’t often that they used them, only when he really wanted to play. To punish her for something.

He brought out a long piece of silky fabric. He softly grabbed her wrists and began wrapping the smooth fabric around them. “This okay, lovie?” He stopped what he was doing until she answered, “Yes, sir.” He nodded, “Safe word?” and she replied, “Red.” And then he continued. When he finished securing her wrists, making sure she couldn’t slip out of it easily, he stepped back. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in how beautiful she looked lying on his bed, hands tied up and aching for his touch. And oh, was she aching.

“Please, H. Please do something.” She whined. She was looking at him desperately, searching for what he was going to do about it just by his facial expression. But he was still staring and it took him a minute to process that she asked him to do something. “Needy little thing, aren’t ya? Want me t’please you but knowin you’ve been naughty all night. Couldn’t just wait. Well lovie,” he paused, reaching into the bedside drawer. She whimpered, her clit achy and legs rubbing together slightly to ease it. In his hand was a vibrator-a new one, she assumed. One that would send her into a frenzy just on the lowest setting. He bent down to her cunt, licked her enough to get her soaked again, and pushed the silicone toy inside her. A long moan slipped from her lips and the frustration showed in her face.

“Guess you’ll be waiting a bit longer, won’t ya? Don’t cum until I say.”

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teevip · 4 years

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Photographed Memories

A soft cresendo of running water was all he could hear in the small living room. He sighed leaning his cheek on his hand that was planted on his knee. She had invited him for dinner earlier as a composation for helping her with a shoot, however once they were finished she had absolutley refused to let him help clean up claming that since she had invited him over she had to take care of it. He of course refused and insited on helping but one look at her furrowed brows and slight pout he knew he was down for the count.

God..he was so whipped.

[[MORE]]

Now with nothing to do, he was idly sitting in her living room as told. He wished to go to the kitchen but knowing that if he did he would get scolded immediatly, he decided to stay put. In his slight boredom while waiting he'd allowed his eyes to wander to her cute decor strewn on the couch, knicknacks laid on her shelves, and the picture frames capturing moments that held her fondest memories decorated the walls in an organized manner. His eyes kept tracing those pictures, most of them held her smiling so brightly and happily, he could barely take his eyes off her, but after studying the pictures for awhile a new desire came bubbling up in his chest. He wished to see more, he wanted to know if she had pictures from childhood, from her first birthday to her highschool graduation ceremony, he wished he could've seen those memories with her. He finally looked away from the picture frames and let his gaze fall on the coffee table next to her couch. He blinked, laying innocently on it was a photoalbum, which seemed to be filled to the brim, if the stretched stiches and bulging cover was any indication. It was like his prayer was being answered. He bit his lip in contemplation, facing towards the kitchen to check if she was still occupied. The small humming that poured out seemed to hold his answer. He looked at the old photoalbum again and carefully swipped it off the coffee table.

Just one picture couldn't hurt, right? He eagerly opened the cover, only to be instantly blessed with a picture of Irene, around the age of 7, clinging happily to her father's neck covered in dirt and scrapes. The earnesty of the photo caused a content hum to pass by his lips and his eyes to unconciously slip to the next photo. He continued this process, tenderly outlining the girl in every photo and chuckling softly. He flipped the page again, this time finding an Irene who looked to be 15 years old, however this picture was slightly diffrent from the others containing her child self. She was walking out of a doorway, a light champange colored dress delicatley clinging to her form, her hair was tied back with a light blue bow, matching the bow on her dress that sinched in her waist. She was wearing a simple beaded necklace and a small golden crown on top of her head. She looked...beautiful. His eyes then went to the picture under it, containing her wide eyed smile with the same outfit. He would've continued to fondly stare at her photo but all of a sudden the photoalbum was gone from his hands. He blinked confusedly and then looked up to find Irene, red in the face and holding the book behind her head in a defensive position.

"What were you doing?" she asked quizzically. Gavin stared innocently up at Irene. "Looking at your photos." Her face deepened in color before her eyes softened and she slowly lowered the book and held it protectively to her chest. "Well, if you're quite done making fun of me I'll be putting this away." She turned, a pout etched in her face. "W-wait." Gavin reached out as Irene turned around. She turned towards him with a raised brow. "Uhm" he heasitated, "Tell me about them?" She blinked owlishly at him. "...No." She turned around quickly failing to hide her apple red cheeks. "Wait!" he called out, unwilling to drop the subject. "Uh, you told me earlier if I wanted something to make up for helping you on set, remember?" She tentavly turned to meet his eyes."Yeah?" He smiled boyishly. "So, I want this to be my gift." Irene looked at him gently and after awhile resigned quietly. "Fine, but you have to promise not to laugh." She walked over and plopped down right next to him.

"Promise." though he was able to hold in his affectinate chuckles, his eyes couldn't hold back his joy.

Irene opened the book to the last page Gavin had seen before she had taken the album from him. Recongnition flashed in her eyes at the sight of her simple gown.

"Oh! I remember this! This was my fifteenth birthday."

"Oh?"

"Mmm! My family has this tradition to celebrate coming of age. So on my fifteenth birthday my father hosted a small party for me." She looked up smiling towards Gavin, only to find a distant look in his eyes. "Gavin?" Hearing his name, Gavin snapped out of his daze and looked towards the girl who was looking at him with concerned eyes. "Ah! Umm" he cleared his throat,"it's nothing. I'm fine."

"You sure? You don't look okay."

"I'm fine really, it's just..." Irene waited expectantly, but when she recieved no answer she decided to press a little more."...Just?"

Gavin sighed before speaking."Just you know, I wish I was able to share these memories with you. Feel what you felt, see what you saw." Gavin started nervuosly fiddling his thumbs while leaning on his knees and bashfully averting his eyes to the floor. "Oh Gavin.." Irene looked at him fondly, racking her head for a way to cheer him up. "Oh! I got it!" she placed the open picture album on her spot next to Gavin as she got up, " Wait here, I'll be right back!" Gavin looked up quizzically as the girl ran off towards the direction of her room. He glanced down at the open book and then slowly stood up as he heard the girl bounding back into her living room. Gavin's eyes widened, his lips slightly parted as an unsteady breath shook his lungs. There she stood in the very same ankle lenght dress she had worn in the picture, although it looked dimer in comparison and the dress didn't quite fit her form as well anymore, she still looked stunning. "Look, I found it and miracoulsly it still fits. Well.." she looked over her shoulder at the zipper that was only able to reach to her mid back,"..Sort of. Anyways, I had to do a bit of digging but i found all my other stuff too." She conjered up a small shoe box and opened it, inside it held a small blue ribbon, the necklace and the small tiara she had worn. "I know we can't go back in time and relive all our memories together," she spoke as she took the long necklace and clasped it on her neck, then taking out the ribbon and using it to tie her hair back," but I figured, maybe we could recreate our memories in the future, together this time!" As she finished, she stood in front of Gavin in a presenting manner, smilling a knee weakining grin. "So, what do you think?" Gavin could'nt hold back his love struck gaze as he looked at the girl who's beauty seemed to never change, but he couldn't help but notice that something was missing. He looked at the golden tiara laying in the box before carefully picking it up and placing it on the girl's head. "I think you look beautiful." Irene looked up shyly at Gavin with rosy cheeks. Gavin then outstretched his hand, "May i have this dance?" Irene giggled softly but continued to place her hand over Gavin's outstretched palm, "But their isin't any music." Gavin pulled the girl into him as he replied. "That's not that important, what matters is that your here with me now and I promise I'll stay by your side and witness all your future memories with you." The pair started a slow waltz in the girl's living room, dancing along to the sound of the other's heartbeat, contently smiling at eachother, amd unknowingly creating their first memory together out of many which in the future they can both remember with fond smiles.

#mlqc gavin #mr love gavin #baiqi #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #gavin x mc #this was my first time writing gavin #i hope i did him justice #also please excuse my writing #i haven't written anything in a while so im a bit dusty

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blehbleehhhh · 5 years

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Yoga Pants ft. Eremika <3

Anonymous requested: Don't know how many requests you have but when you have the time, I have an idea that Eren gets jealous and insecure when he sees other guys checking Mikasa out, so he over compensates in the seduction/sex department, driving Mikasa absolutley dizzy with orgasmic bliss. Thanks for the idea 😍 There's a little bit of Aruani too. This is a really long one, so, hope you're ready. Cheers!

"Hey," Eren tickled his fingers into his girlfriend's side and smiled when she let out a surprised gasp, turning her head back to look at him with an amused grin on her face. "You're kinda cute."

"Stop harassing me."

"But I can't because you're really cute."

"Listen," Mikasa set her beer down on the table in front of her and shifted in his lap to wrap her arm around his neck. "Hi."

"Miki, that wasn't even a sentence..."

"Haven't you only just barely finished your first beer? How are you already tipsy?" Some guy who was standing across the room asked, sounding a little too confident talking to a woman he doesn't know for Eren's taste.

"She's always been a damn light weight." Armin snickered, one-hundred percent aware his girlfriend, Annie, has turned her to glare at him despite the slight smirk teasing her lips, flushing when the arm he has around her shoulder pinched her cheek. "Don't start with me, baby."

"Those are fighting words, 'baby'."

"Just don't get any of your goop on her fancy-ass upholstery," Reiner nodded across the room at his fiancée, who had no idea she was being spoken to because she was giggling with one of her friends. "She'll kick my ass Mikasa style."

"Well, it won't be from Armin." Annie smirked as she took a sip of her beer, but he just laughed and leaned his head back on the couch, trying to block out the annoying, teasing sounds from other party goers regarding her clever remark.

"Ooh, unlucky!"

"Go to hell, Eren."

"Boys, behave, or I'll separate you both." Mikasa gave his shoulder a pat and held his gaze as she slowly stood up. He couldn't help but admire how incredible she looks in yoga pants, watching how gracefully her body moves while casually strolling into the kitchen as she downed the last of her beer. Nearby, the newly engaged Levi and Petra were talking to that same tool from earlier and Bertolt, but only one of those guys was intently studying how she looks in yoga pants as she placed the empty bottle on the counter. Mikasa smiled when she turned to hug her brother's fiancée, unaware of the one struggling to keep his eyes on Levi's during their conversation instead of her body. Inside, there is a part of Eren who, after taking note of Levi's level of awareness to the situation, hoped he would step in, but he simply leaned back against the kitchen counter, tightening his arm around Petra's waist. But then Mikasa turned to head back to her seat with a grin on her face and bit her lower lip when she met her boyfriend's eyes, because the smirk on his face as he eagerly sat up in preparation, being sure to keep a suspicious eye on the guy currently scoping out his girlfriend's body while she walks away. He reached out to pull her into his lap and kissed her cheek just as the back of her head gently landed on his shoulder. "Well, hello, friendly."

"You're so fucking gorgeous." His whisper tickled her ear, making her chuckle softly from nervousness. She giggled and squirmed as his fingers lightly tickled into her side which, despite how unnecessarily loud the music is, was adorable and loud enough to attract more unwanted attention from other guys. Fuck. Perhaps he could use this as an advantage? Eren slipped an arm under her knees and scooped her up just enough to attack the most ticklish spot on her neck with nibbles and kisses. It was pretty satisfying to rub it in their faces that she is his and clearly off the market, since apparently the rock on her finger doesn't make it clear enough.

"Stopppp!" She giggled, making countless flimsy attempts to hide her neck. "Eren!"

"But you're so cute when you're all giggly like this."

"Look, you can play with me later, but I want to interact with friends, too, and it's hard to do that if you're sucking on my neck. Even though I really, really enjoy it..."

"Oi, bonfire anyone?" Connie was standing at the other side of the screen door with his arm around Sasha's waist, holding a paper plate with two s'mores that are most definitely hers, considering she's the only one with chocolate on her fingers. "You didn't prepare very well for this ones arrival, Reiner, your s'more supplies are almost depleted."

"No, no, check the pantry, I stocked up."

"Oh!" Mikasa gave her boyfriend a peck on the lips and stood up, turning briefly when her hand was grabbed since there's no way in hell he's letting this beautiful creature out of his sight. "I'll bring that outside." Allowing her to drag him into the kitchen, though not focused on it at the moment, he did notice that guy was still there, along with a few others he isn't familiar with and, unfortunately, the clear existence of her significant other doesn't deter their gazes. Scum bags. "Eren, I'm 24 years old and perfectly capable of digging through a pantry."

"Hey, this is pay back for babying me."

"Are you ever going to get over that shit?"

"No, I already am, I just wanted an excuse to do this..." Eren leaned in to rest his chin on her shoulder and kissed the side of her neck. She let out a giggle as she reached behind her to pull on his ear, but then he just smiled on her skin and slipped the other arm around her waist. "Stop, stop that right now."

"Eren, I love you, but I have to feed Sasha before she just decides to pounce on Connie and suck his face off to cure her boredom."

"Okay, that's nice and all, but Connie can go fuck himself because you have somewhere to be." He snatched the box of out of her arms and handed it off to someone else, who just looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Just take it outside, please." Using the remaining arm around her waist, he brought her down the hallway and up the stairs, then pulled her in the bathroom. He picked the beauty up with help from her legs to set her on the counter and smiled when he became trapped between them.

"Really? That's not like you -"

"No, I don't want to ravage you quite yet..." Eren smirked as he leaned in to kiss her on the lips and was pleased to feel her eagerly return the favor. He trusts Mikasa, but not other guys that they aren't familiar with because, every time he's out with her, he sees someone checking her out in such a blatantly obvious way that it almost makes him want to fight. Every once and a while, he'd catch someone in their friend group checking her out when she walks away or something but that doesn't really bother him as much. It's different at that point because he knows they don't have any interest in trying to take her away from him. Eren has always been aware of how breathtaking and beautiful Mikasa is, though, admittedly, the first thing he fell for besides her expressive, charcoal grays and that adorable face of hers, was her personality, no matter how often she fucking nags him. But her body, oh, her body, he couldn't help but smirk when overhearing other guys openly fantasize about holding and kissing his girlfriend. Sometimes though, when they go out to a party, those who aren't aware that she's spoken for, don't even attempt to conceal the fact that they're checking her out.

When they were younger, way before he finally asked her out, Eren could not for the life of him understand how she was so unaware of her beauty and how often she turns heads. Now that they've grown up together and have been dating for almost four years, he understands that it's simply because she doesn't give a shit what other men think; that the only man she will ever love is him. But that doesn't mean he's immune to jealousy now, just less jealous than he used to be. Sliding her hips further down to the edge of the counter, Mikasa curled her fingers in his shirt and smiled when she felt his tongue twirling with hers between their kisses. He set his hands on her hips and groaned when she lightly bit down on his lower lip before slowly pulling away. "What was that for?"

"Are you complaining?"

"No no, god, no, it's just that -" Just like that she was silenced with his lips and kissed him back enthusiastically until he switched gears completely, burying his face in her neck as he gently pulled down on her scarf. "Heh, Erenn.."

"Remind me what happened five minutes ago when I had to stop kissing your neck?"

"I may have been a little too loud..."

"Yeah," He smirked on her skin. "You need to save that for later when we have more privacy."

"Eren!" She grinned, her voice basically squeaking from trying to remain quiet.

"What?"

"Guys, get the fuck out of the bathroom!"

"Screw off!" Eren yelled back at the unfamiliar, masculine voice as he nibbled on her neck, eliciting a soft, pleasurable sigh. She slapped one of her hands over her mouth to conceal any sounds. "I suppose we should get out of here before someone notices we're even missing." He kissed up her neck and lingered on what happened to be an erogenous spot, smirking inwardly as her head slowly leaned the opposite direction. "You know, I did briefly consider just bringing you in here to fuck you."

"But?"

"But I'd rather make you come where I can hear you screaming out with pleasure..."

"Oh! Eren!" Mikasa giggled as she sat back and pushed him away from her. "I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, but I'm really loving all of the extra attention..." She slid off the counter and pressed her lips together to hide her amusement when he grabbed her by the waist, opening the door to a hallway still packed with people. Eren walked close behind with an arm protectively wrapped around her waist, preventing her from leaving his sight because the mere thought of any guy getting close to her is, at the moment, enough to make his blood boil.

And, of course, Krista pulled her aside to catch up. Ymir looked just as thrilled as he felt, and she also had a protective arm around her girlfriend's waist, probably just as suspicious of strangers being anywhere near her as he is. Eren rests his chin in the crook of Mikasa's neck as he squeezed his arms around her waist and smiled when she placed a hand on the side of his face. It was incredibly difficult not to melt from her soothing touch, but he managed to achieve this by focusing on the conversation she's having. "...how do you keep your hair so shiny? It's gorgeous." He squeezed her waist once more as if to reaffirm what was said, and she gently played with his short, wavy hair in response, twirling it between her fingers.

"Thanks, I don't really do anything in particular. I guess it's just naturally sleek?" Happening to glance off to the side, the conversation quickly drowned out as Eren lifted his head to kiss her on the cheek; he's caught yet another guy staring at Mikasa's ass. "...We've been great, actually..." He reached for one of the Pepsi cans on the kitchen counter and, wrapping his arm around her waist once more, popped the tab with his fingers while occasionally glancing to the side at the scumbag still making his blood boil. Despite how obvious he's made it that they're dating, these guys are still stealing glances at his girl. "...I know! I think he looks handsome with his short, shaggy hair, too..." Dude, again? She's clearly spoken for! Eren swallowed a swig of his unfortunately non-alcoholic beverage and suddenly realized that he has, perhaps, caught him six or seven times now undressing Mikasa with his eyes, his Mikasa, and it really, really pissed him off. So, he decided that it would be fun to take it up a notch and waited until he looked back at his friends once more. Eren slowly moved the arm he has around her waist down until his hand was lightly rubbing circles along her hip. At this point, his tolerance levels toward this guy's behavior has almost set him over the edge from jealousy. "...It won't be for a while, we aren't really in a rush to..." When the man glanced back, Eren's hand moved on to rubbing her ass in slow circles. The guy's face sprouted a horrified look as his eyes finally looked up and was greeted with the boyfriend of the object of his affection's amused smirk, then immediately walked away with his tail between his legs. "Eren?" She gently elbowed his side to get his attention and turned herself in his arms, flushing the slightest bit when he looked down into her eyes. God, he's so handsome...

"What's up, baby girl?"

"I wanna go sit outside."

"Yes, your majesty." He smiled as he planted a kiss on her lips, more than happy with allowing her to drag him outside as she laced their fingers together. Mikasa directed him to one of the wicker chairs in front of the enormous bonfire not too far from Armin and Annie, then carefully plopped down on his lap, immediately laying back against him. She crossed her legs in such a way that shows off her ass, which has been quite a spectacle this evening, still annoyingly unaware of how attractive she is. Her forehead gently bumped into the side of his neck as she stole the can of Pepsi from his hand and took a decent sip, letting out the cutest hiccup that made him want to kiss her even more. "You're being naughty..." He whispered to her, unaware of the massive grin she has plastered on her face because of many reasons, including the thought where she still can't believe that they're together despite their 5 year anniversary around the corner. She shifted in his lap, intentionally grinding up against his crotch in the process, which only meant one thing; she's toying with him.

And he loves it.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oi, Jaegers! Get a fucking room!" Connie chucked a patio pillow at the couple to split them up and groaned when Sasha's fist slammed into his shoulder. "What the hell?!"

"Connie, don't be a dickhead."

"HA!" Armin chuckled, extending an arm from around Annie's waist to point at Eren. "You owe me $5, baby." He whispered in her ear, making a smile tease her lips as she leaned back against his chest because he's the only one who can make her fair skin switch to baby pink that quickly.

"Kiss my ass."

"Gladly."

"Shut up, Armin," Eren laughed while groaning slightly, leaning his cheek on the top of Mikasa's head. "You're so annoying when you're drunk."

"Mikasa, Eren is bullying me."

"And?"

"Make him go away."

"Annie, control your boyfriend, eh?" The blonde just smiled as she took a large swig of her beer, then leaned down to set it on the ground far from where it would accidentally get knocked over.

"But I love it when he's like this. Plus, if I'm too drunk to call Eren an asshole, then someone else has to tap in, ya know?" Annie rested her head back on Armin's shoulder and stared ahead at the blazing fire roaring before them. The party was starting to filter outside at this point, but quite a few people have gone inside to grab another drink or more food, so, Eren waited patiently until a few more people went inside and whispered in her ear:

"We're going home. Now." He used his hold on her waist to squeeze her tighter against him, drawing out a quiet giggle as she slowly moved her hand across his chest and, glanced around to make sure nobody would know that she's currently stirring her hips agonizingly slow to drive him crazy. The few people left outside were mostly spaced out across the yard, though, Armin and Annie are still sat together, but they could care less since they've been making out for a while now. "I might have to pull over somewhere and fuck you in the car if you're not too careful." Mikasa bit her lip and tapped her fingertips on his knee as a warm, tingly feeling radiated through her body, making her just the slightest bit more wet than she was already.

The struggle was real on the ride back because the hand he has on her inner thigh felt the heat from her arousal continue to grow hotter. He could feel his cock twitch from being adjusted so many times in his jeans and it ached to be inside her; he wants her so bad that he can already taste it. But then, Eren finally parked in front of their apartment and turned his head to look at her already sultry, playful expression. He reached his hand across to her clothed heat, and she grinned when said hand disappeared down the front of her yoga pants to slowly rub his fingers through the wetness. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned softly. "Oooh, how long have you been this wet?"

"Since the you put me up on the bathroom counter..." Mikasa wasn't aware of the actual reason why he brought her home before the party was over, especially since they were getting out Cards Against Humanity, which is easily his favorite game. As far as she's concerned, he was just horny, which is also true, however, the fact remains that he feels an extraordinary need to remind her how much he can drive her crazy with pleasure.

"I had briefly forgotten how good of a kisser you are," Eren paused with a smile when she let out a most adorable, embarrassed giggle, which quickly turned into a moan because he's slipped two fingers inside her depths to wiggle them in that come hither motion, causing her to sink further down in her seat and squeeze her thighs together. "So, I just needed a hot, fifteen minute make-out session in Reiner's bathroom as a reminder." Much to her disappointment, he removed his hand from inside her yoga pants and cleaned off her juices by slipping his fingers in his mouth, a taste he loves even more knowing that he's the only one who has ever tasted it. Mikasa had her lips pressed together, clearly trying to hide any of her amusement as she rushed to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car. Got 'er!

"Miki," He locked the car as he made his way over to her and laughed, because she looked incredibly excited; tapping her foot and chewing on her thumbnail. "Something making you anxious, baby?" She smiled as he got closer and ran into his arms as hers snaked around his neck, bringing him closer to kiss his lips.

"You are."

"How's that?"

"Because you've been driving me crazy all night..."

"Oh, man, I'm sorry," Eren teased,

smacking his hand on her ass, drawing a pleasurable sound from the back of her throat as she smiled. "I had no idea that I've been making you horny all night! Dammit."

"I need you inside me, Eren."

"As sexy as it is to hear you say that, I'm not fucking you until I'm satisfied that you've reached euphoria."

"Ooh, you're such a tease..."

"Guilty." Eren smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her along with him up to the apartment. Once he had her on the other side of the door, though, he snuck up behind her when she had her back turned and threw her over his shoulder.

"Eren!"

"Listen here, Mrs. Jaeger," He tossed her giggling form on the bed and smirked as he crawled up to lay between her legs. "You're too sexy for your own good. I can't say this enough, your ass looks incredible in yoga pants."

"Is that why you've been so handsy tonight?"

"Yes." Eren smirked as he reached down to grab her leg and wrapped it around his waist, making it easier for him to give her ass a light smack. She grinned, a blush tinting the fairness of her cheeks. "Seriously, it looks so good, I caught a few guys scoping you out."

"Oh my gosh, you're so cute when you get jealous!"

"Hey! We wouldn't have this problem if you weren't so attractive." He smiled and watched her eyes as she pulled up her shirt, then her bra. In the next moment, he gripped onto both of her breasts and started bathing the valley between them in licks and kisses. "I don't want anyone else to see your body like this," Eren breathed in her skin as he squeezed her breasts. "I don't want anyone else to know how good of a fuck you are, either." She let out a small gasp when his tongue caressed the spot most erogenous on her neck and grinned.

"That'll never happen..."

"No, it won't. You know why? Because I'm the only one who knows exactly how to touch you."

"You're right..." Mikasa smiled, his tongue gliding along her skin as he kissed her breasts.

"And you like having your tits played with by me, don't you?"

"They're all yours..."

"You're all mine," Eren smirked as he kissed her stomach and squeezed her breasts a little harder than the last time. "Aren't you?"

"Finally, yes, yes I am." She let out a mix of a giggle and a moan, because he's kissing her clothed heat and kneading her breasts with his hands.

"Are you trying to get in trouble now?"

"What can I say? I like it when you get rough with me..."

"Then surly you wouldn't mind if I just.." Eren watched her eyes with a smirk on his face as she happily allowed him to tug off her yoga pants and her panties. "...and then just..." He brought her legs down on his shoulders as he kissed from her bellybutton to her freshly shaven mound, slipping his arms underneath her hips. "You wouldn't mind if I did that?"

"Not even a little."

"Good." And then he licked along her slit as he slid his hands up to grasp her breasts, lapping at the abundance of juices she's accumulated from his incessant teasing. It's no secret to him how much she enjoys building herself up, they discovered so about a month into dating when messing around before school, then he pulled her aside a few times between classes. That afternoon, he took it up a notch and refused to have sex with her until he had her screaming from causing so many orgasms, and he absolutely could not handle listening to her moans any longer. Tonight is no different.

"Oh, Eren!" Arching her back, she smiled as he slipped two fingers inside of her and flattened his tongue against her clit; licking, suckling the sweet flesh. Eren took one of her hands in his and laced their fingers together as her breaths become choppy. "Yes! Yes!" She set a hand on his head and sunk her fingers in his hair, moaning as she quickly came with a soft cry.

But he didn't stop there.

The fingers buried as deep as her heat allows wiggled instead of thrusting in and out, making her hips tremble because his strong arms won't let them raise. She squeezed his hand and ran her fingers through his hair holding his mouth against her as a warm tongue lapped at her aroused, pink petals. Eren's fingers pressed on her spot as they moved, eliciting whimpers and cries of pleasure from the back of her throat. Faster and faster, they ground against her g-spot until she screamed, frustrated that the natural rising of her hips is being restrained. But then she happened to glance down as her hand reached up to push her hair out of her face, and shivered when his intoxicating emeralds opened to meet her lustrous gaze. "Oh, Eren! Oh, Eren, I love you!" He squeezed her hand and smirked inwardly when she was rendered unable to respond because an orgasm wracked through her body, using his thumb to lightly rub the top of her hand. Slowly pulling his mouth off her overly sensitive clit made her cry out as his fingers momentarily ceased their movements.

"I love you too, baby." He smiled as he softly kissed her stomach, his fingers now moving as fast as they were before he'd given her a very, very brief reprieve. Her back arched and she shook as her legs pressed into the side of his head, alternating between panting and crying out with pleasure as her body continued to tremble. "Cum for me, Mikasa..." And then his tongue was pressed against her clit, rubbing up and down as his fingers moved faster. Her moans and whimpers mingled into a most intense orgasm that sent her juices to flow out into his mouth, which he happily lapped at as he removed his fingers and spread her legs further apart. From bottom to top, he licked and suckled the sensitive flesh, which only intensified the quivering of her insides.

"Ohhhh, Erennnn..." She sighed pleasurably and smiled when she heard the distinct sound of his belt being pulled through the loops of his jeans. One of the first sexual encounters they had was him going down on her; they almost got caught because she was so loud. But there's no danger of someone walking in on him making love to her with his mouth, not here, safely hidden away in their bedroom from prying eyes. Eren suckled on her overly sensitive clit as his hands worked to free himself from his jeans, slipping his tongue inside her and pulling his lips away with a smack so he could tug off his shirt, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Mikasa was blissfully unaware of her surroundings at this point, especially now that he has her teetering over the edge once more, yet she's too tired to take care of the ache herself. Then, his lips were slowly kissing up her well defined core as he swiftly kicked off his boxers. "Mmmm.." She smiled, unable to make anything other than pleasurable sounds from his touch as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"That's what I like to see," Eren smirked as his raging hard-on effortlessly slipped inside of her. "You absolutely craving me..." His hips were slow at first, until they weren't, and he was slamming into her so hard that the old boxspring was starting to creak. She arched her back as she cried out his name and grinned when he leaned in to kiss her, slowing his thrusts to ride her through euphoria. Mikasa's head was spinning in the best way possible, it felt like diving into the deep end and slowly rising to the top, like she was submerged in nothing but Eren, and that's exactly how she likes it. "Get on your knees."

"I'll do whatever you want..." Mikasa grinned as his hand smacked her ass and rolled over onto her stomach, propping herself up with her knees and elbows. His lips kissed down the curve of her shoulder as he spanked her once more, eliciting a mix of giggles and moans.

"That's for stealing my Pepsi," He smirked on her neck and nibbled on her skin, his hand slapping against her ass, again. "That's for being so sexy that you turn heads every single time," smack. "...we..." smack. "...go..." smack. "...out." Her moans and cries mixed into a scream that encouraged him to set his hand under her chin, gently forcing her to look back at him, applying a light amount of pressure to her throat he knows that she likes. He tenderly kissed her lips and swallowed her whimpers as she came hard, bucking her hips against his, white knuckling the sheets with her fingers. Eren released her neck only when he was certain she was through the most explosive part of her orgasm and slowed his hips, reaching down between her legs to play with her clit.

"Ahhhh..."

"You're not done yet." She turned her head to look at him and smiled lazily as her eyes rolled back, allowing him to push her shoulders down into the bed, her cheek squished into the pillows.

"Again, Eren, do it again!"

"Do what again, baby?"

"Fuck me, Er- ahh! Ahaaa! Yes!" She moaned as a grin teased her lips, a clear indication how much she's enjoying herself. They were both moaning at this point, but since all he cares about is getting her off, his fingers teased her clit harder, and he smiled against her back when she sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled a moan as her legs started to give out. He wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her up with him until she was able to lay back against the solid body behind her. Mikasa cried out as his hand pressed further into her lower abdomen and clawed at the side of his neck. "Erenn!" He held on tighter when her hips started to jerk and buried his face in the crook of her neck as they came together, softly grunting in her ear with each spurt.

"Holy shit," Eren smiled on her skin as she gradually worked herself out from her orgasm. "I love you so much." He chuckled as he listened to the soft moans and pleasurable sounds she makes with every jerk of her hips. "You good?"

"Oh, I'm more than good. I cant even think straight and it’s fantastic...”

“It’s safe to say that making you scream my name is a hobby of mine that I take great pride in.”

“I love you too by the way, I kind of just -”

“I know you love me, Miki, it’s okay,” Eren pulled her down with him and tucked his knees in behind hers, spooning her petite frame with his body. “Get some rest because I guarantee that I’ll be waking you up at some point to make you cum again...” He whispered in her ear and smiled when she simply giggled like she always does when fatigued enough to fall limp in his arms.

Oh, he’ll definitely be waking her up later.

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hazyheel · 5 years

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AEW Double Or Nothing 2019 Review

We started with the Casino battle Royal, with five guys in the ring. We had Sunny Daze, Michael Nakazawa, Brandon Cutler, MJF and Dustin Thomas. MJF had mega heat by attacking Thomas and calling him lieutenant dan, and then saying that Cutler was a favor to the young bucks. Nakazawa was oiling himself up like crazy, which was super weird to see because I do not know him. Next in was Brian Pillman Junior, Jimmy Havoc, Joey Janela, Shawn Spears and one more guy. Spears immediately went for MJF, and they beat each other up. Next in was Jungle Boy, Glacier, Billy Gunn, Mark Quinn and Ace Romero. MJF got a bunch of heat for eliminating Glacier, after Glacier frozen misted Sunny Daze. Adam Page was the final entrant in the match, and had a warpath. Stunt took a rough pump to be eliminated, as Romero shoved him out through the air and to the floor. Jungle Boy then eliminated Romero, Spears and Thomas had a bit of an alliance, until Thomas pulled him out over the top for the elimination. MJF eliminated crowd favorites Thomas and Cutler. Janela had a disgusting bump through a table on the outside from Luchasaurus, which was very terribble looking. Orange Cassidy showed up for no reason, doing his little kick spots to dreamer before being eliminated in a match that he wasn’t even in. Fun guy though. The final three were Luchasaurus, Adam Page and MJF. MJF hid on the outside, and Page eliminated Luchasaurus. He celebrated winning, but MJF ran in to try to throw him out. Page was okay, and hit the buckshot lariat, and threw him out to win.

Grade: C. This had a lot of fun spots, but there was very little connecting the action. I liked having Page get the win after his match with Pac was cancelled. I think there were a lot of terrifying things happening here, especially that table bump. Janela may be dead, but probably not. I liked the winner and there were some interesting things happening. A fine battle royal, but nothing specacular.

Then we had Kip Sabian vs. Sammy Guevara. This was a fun little cruiserweight match. There was a lot of misdirection based offense, like when Sabian faked a suicide dive only to hit a spring board somersault senton. Sabian locked in a cool looking submission at one point, Guevara went for a moonsault, landed on his feet forth another, only to land on his feet again and hit a standing shooting star for a near fall. At another, Guevara hit a 450 to Sabian while he was on the barricade. In the finish, Guevara went for the 630 senton, only for Sabian to get his knees up and hit deathly hallows for the win.

Grade: B. Fun little spotfest. I think both of these guys are super good, and they can put on some great matches in the future. I’m surprised that Guevara lost given how much emphasis he has had on BTE lately, but that is fine. Both of them are really good, and I’m sure that they will be big talents in the future.

We opened up with SoCal Uncensored vs. StrongHearts. Of course, SCU cut a promo shitting on the town and the LA crowd love it. Both teams were working together really well, with SCU isolating El Lindamen. The match quickly became a cluster of bodies, with each team desperately trying to support any person that they have in the ring. The match felt a lot like the multi-man matches in New Japan, with the partners covering the ring while people are being pinned. The Stronghearts hit an awesome combination of a pop up knee from T-Hawk, followed by an ensiguri from CIMA, a slam from T-Hawk and a german suplex from Lindaman. Everyone started really flying around with dropkicks, suicide dives and cutters. Daniels hit the angels wings for a near fall, followed by a splas hfrom CIMA for a near fall. In the final stretch, Daniels hit the best moonsault ever into the piledriver (called the best meltzer driver ever) for the win.

Grade: A-. Holy crap was this good. So fast paced, lots of action and people flying all over the place. This was a really great match, and if they continue to have tag matches like this one, I will definitely enjoy the tag division in this company. Awesome stuff.

Into the triple threat match, we had Kylie Rae vs. Nyla Rose vs. Britt Baker. However, as match began. Brandi Rhodes came out with her ring gear. She said that she didn’t want a great match, she wanted an awesome one. Awesome Kong then came out, and made it a four way. Kong and Rose immediately squared up and fought a bit. Kong was beating down everyone in the match, but left some room for Rae and Baker to fight. There was a cool spot where Kong caught Baker out of a splash, only for Rae to hit a suicide dive to take them both down. Kong had a huge tower of doom spot, and nearly powerbombed Baker off the apron in another spot, for Baker to fight out, Rae to hit a superkick, and then Rose to hit a spear into the steps. Baker was finally able to get the win with a superkick and the brainbuster on the knee.

Grade: B-. Another car crash of a match. Kong, Baker and Rae all really impressed me. Rose didn’t really impress me, but there were a lot of really nice spots here. I want to see a match between Baker and Rae one on one, that could really be awesome. Can’t wait for the AEW women’s Championship.

Next up was a tag match, Best Friends Chuck Taylor and Trent vs. Angelico and Jack Evans. Best friends went for a hug early on, but their opponents stopped that. Evans and Angelico worked on Trent’s legs, and really showed off their Lucha style of wrestling. Best friends hit a lot of awesome offense, such as a tornado DDT into a double foot stomp to the face. They then also hit a crucifix bomb into the cutter for a near fall. For another near fall, Angelico hit a cruicifix bomb into the corner, followed by a 630 senton, but Taylor broke it up. Taylor took out Angelico with a tope con hilo, and they pinned Evans with a Storm Zero.

After the match, The Best Friends asked for a hug. Angelico and Evans tried to do a handshake, but the Best Friends refused. They hugged, and then the lights went out. A new tag team had emerged after the match, but I didn’t know who they are. They went out again, and there were a bunch of minions that came out to assist. This new team beat down everyone. Evans was hit with a ripcord flatliner, and Trent was hit with a reverse electric chair facebuster.

Grade: A-. I loved this. It was another sprint of a match with a bunch of awesome spots, and some really good tag wrestling. I always had a soft spot for tag wrestling, and they did a great job here. I liked the attack afterwards, but I don’t know who they were. This tag division looks really great, and I cannot wait to see it start up in full. I felt like Best Friends made sense as the winners, although I predicted otherwise. They will be a united front for a while before picking up the storyline later.

Into the 6-woman Tag, we had Aja Kong, Emi Sakura, Yuka Sakazaki vs. Hikaru Shida, Riho and Ryo Mizunami. Ryo and Aja kong had a little strength vs. strength match, but Ryo really didn’t stand a chance against the legend of Aja. Riho and Emi had some good looking action, doing some technical wrestling before Riho hit an awesome armdrag. Kong drilled Riho with a awesome looking piledriver, but her team broke it up. Ryo drilled Yuka with a great looking deadlift suplex for a near fall. At one point, the ref was distracted, Shida and Kong dueled with a trash bin and a kendo stick. Somehow the kendo stick won. In the finishing stretch, Sakazaki took out Shida and Ryo with a plancha. Kong then accidentlly hit Sakura with a back fist, and then Riho destroyed her with a crossbody. Shida then ran into the ring to pin Sakura with a shining wizard.

Grade: B+. I didn’t know any of these people before the match, and I came out of it as a fan of every single one of them. Their characters are interesting, and I apologize if the review wasn’t great. I was trying to keep track of too many people and learn too many names. But it was awesome, and I hope that they end up joining the AEW women’s division.

Next up was Cody vs. Dustin Rhodes. Before the match, Brandi grabbed a sledgehammer for Cody. Cody then used it to destroy a throne on the stage, officially declaring war on the WWE (it was all a symbol for Triple H). Dustin came out with half face paint. The two circled each other for a while, and the crowd was chanting that it was awesome. Dustin absolutely laid into Cody with some crazy shots, and Cody almost walked away, but managed to get back in the ring. At one point, Cody distracted the ref a bit, which allowed Brandi to hit him in the head with a water bottle. The crowd was so loud for this match. At one point, Cody was set up for the kick to the balls that he used to do, and Cody removed the turnbuckle. Dustin saw, threw the turnbuckle in the crowd, but was then sent face first into it. This “busted him open,” so he bladed. Brandi then speared Dustin, and was thrown out, with DDP carrying her away. Dustin was absolutley gushing blood, and Cody nailed him with a curb stomp for a near fall. Cody nearly whipped Dustin with the belt, but threw it away, only for Dustin to grab it and whip his bare ass with it. Dustin was able to hit a superplex, followed by the final cut, but just for two. Cody then fought back and hit a cross rhodes only for two. Dustin then hit cross rhodes for another near fall. Cody was able to hit his back sliding piledriver, and followed it up with a Cross Rhodes to finish it.

After the match, Cody got on the mic and said that Dustin didn’t get to retire here. The crowd was chanting thank you, but Cody said that he couldn’t retire. He needed a partner for a match against the Young Bucks next month. He said that he didn’t need a partner, he needed a brother. The two started crying, and then embraced. They left the ring together.

Grade: A. This was much much better than I thought it would be. The crowd made the match a hell of a lot better. They were super hot, and it made the emotion and drama increase exponentially. They beat each other down, and the story accompanying it made the match that much better. This was awesome, and I hope we see more matches like this from Cody in the future. This was great, and I hope that it is evident of the type of story telling that will be around in this company.

Then we had the belt presentation, and Bret fucking Hart came out. I marked out like crazy. Hart cut a promo, basically just putting AEW over. He then called out Adam Page, who is one of the #1 contenders for the belt in a few months. MJF then came out, to an asshole chant. He said that they bought a ticket to see him, so they should shut up. He is a phenomenal heel. He called Page a horse, and said that when a horse had a bad leg, you shoot it. Then he said that Page should give up his title shot, and shit on Hart for having a bad catchphrase. Jungle boy then came out, to confront him. MJF called him a prepubescent teenager, and walked past him. Jimmy Havoc then came out, and he was stuck between all three guys. They kicked his ass, through the crowd, as Hart showed the belt for the first time.

Grade: A-. Jesus MJF can talk. He carried this segment, along with the awesome Bret Hart appearance. This was super good, and I hope that he becomes a big part of the product, because he is phenomenal. I love him. Bret Hart was a shocking appearance, and it was super cool to see him. The belt looks beautiful as well.

Then we had Young Bucks vs. The Lucha Bros for the AAA World Tag Team Championships. This was given a big fight feel. Young bucks weren’t completely on the same page, having some flubs together early on. Fenix and Nick seemed to be completely evenly matched. the Lucha Bros hit their signature offense early on. At one point, Fenix strung Nick up on the ropes, while using Matt to balance going up to the top rope. Fenix hit a superkick on the top rope, and then springboarded to hit Nick with the hurricanrana. Later on, Matt hit Fenix and Penta with several northern lights suplexes, and nearly locked in a sharpshooter but got shut down. The Bucks were able to lock in the sharpshooters at one point, and they barely got to the ropes. At one point, The Bucks hit a powerbomb and flipping over with a neckbreaker for a near fall. They then hit a flurry of kicks and chops until everyone fell over. At another, Fenix ducked so that Penta could hit a destroyer on the apron to Matt, followed by a Destroyer to Nick in the ring. Another time had Penta holding Nick in the package piledriver position, with Matt in the gory special, and dropped them down. Fenix followed up with a swanton to Nick for an incredible near fall. Matt then drilled Fenix with a brainbuster on the top rope, and gave Penta more bang for your buck for a near fall again. The Bucks then hit Penta with fear factor, and Nick ran to hit a plancha to Fenix, but still only a near fall. Penta then drilled Matt with the armbreaker and the pentagon driver for a near fall. Fenix started to work the arm, superkicking it, but got caught trying to continue. Matt pulled him up for a Meltzer Driver. Nick then superkicked Penta on the outside, and got up for the Meltzer Driver, and got the win.

Grade: A. This was a phenomenal match. The Young Bucks became a coherent team again, and went through hell to do it. I think that the kickouts at the end were a little much, I like a bit more buildup in my near falls like that, but it was still incredibly exciting. They flew around like crazy, and beat the crap out of each other. It looks like the tag team division in AEW will be awesome.

And finally, the main event. Chris Jericho vs. Kenny Omega. Winner faces Adam Page for the AEW World Championship. Jericho went through a bunch of his his gimmicks before actually making his entrance. Omega had some new music. They had a cracker barrel in the ring, probably a sponsor. They had trouble getting it out of the ring, so Jericho picked it up and shoved it through the second rope, and then yelled at the ref. The two started out with a slugfest, beating each other down. Early on, Omega tried to do a move off of the barricade, but Jericho pushed Omega into the crowd. Omega was busted open early on, bleeding from the nose. Jericho tried to introduce a table into the match, but Omega dropkicked it, and then a tope con hilo to both. Then he did a springboard double stomp to the table. That was when Omega started up the v triggers, destroying Jericho’s head from the back. At another point, Jericho started to fight back, and dumped Omega out of the ring and through a table. Omega went for a frog splash at one point, but Jericho countered with a codebreaker, but he waited too long for the cover and only got a near fall. Jericho nearly locked in a lion tamer, but Omega countered it and was able to hit a powerbomb for a near fall. Jericho was able to get the walls in, eventually transitioning into a lion tamer, but Omega fought out and nailed a v trigger. Jericho was able to hit yet another codebreaker, but did not go for the pin. Instead, he waited for him to get up, and hit a spinning back elbow called the judas effect for the win.

After the match, Jericho got on the mic. He yelled at them for booing him, and he said that he was the best guy in AEW, he owns the company. He is the biggest star through and through. He claimed that every success the company had was because of him. He demanded that the fans thanked him, and then, mutherfucking Jon Moxley showed up. He killed Jericho with dirty deeds, and then did it to the ref. He tried to hit Omega with hit, but Omega was able to tackle him out of the ring, and they brawled into the crowd. He eventually was able to climb on top of the giant poker chips, and he gave Omega a dirty deeds on the stack, and then slammed him off of it, onto a box that broke.

Grade: A. I bumped that up a grade after the post match angle. This was a great match, although not the best on the card, but that mammoth debut was awesome. In the match itself, it didn’t quite have the same feel as their first match, but they tore the house down nontheless. They were really really good, and I am really unsure of who will be winning the AEW World Championship when that time comes.

Predictions: 5/9. Imma say that I got the battle royal right, cuz I said that Page would win whatever match he was in.

Overall Grade: A-. I’m bumping it up a bit because of the historic nature of the show, and how hot they were coming right out of the gate.

Pros: Guevara vs. Sabian; 6-man tag; best friends vs. angelico & evans; 6-woman tag; cody vs. dustin; belt presentation; AAA tag team championship; main event; moxley debut

Cons: battle royal

Just throwing this in at the end of the review. I normally hate writing the tags for these posts, but I am genuinely so excited to say that I am writing an AEW review right now. Just saying

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kdfrqqg · 6 years

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The King's Ragamuffin

Crowley x Reader Fluff (One Shot)

Summary: The reader and Crowley have to go to a meet to buy an object but Crowley doesn’t want her to go with him until she gets a makeover.

A/N: I wrote this for my Fluff so Sweet it will Literally Rot Your Teeth Challenge. The prompt I stole was #27 – Pampered. There are still some slots left if you want to join.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Light cussing, Dean being grumpy, Crowley insults you

The war room reeked of overly strong cologne and way too much testosterone as the Winchesters and the King of Hell had an all out pissing match in front of you about a Hand of God object that needed to be acquired. “Yes, Squirrel, I understand what it means to protect it. What you, act like you don’t trust me anymore?” Crowley smugly smiled.

“Crowley, I never have and never will trust you. No way are you not going alone.” Dean spat.

“Well I’m not taking you with me to the meet.” Crowley paused, “or Moose. Everyone knows you two flannel wearing morons.”

“Then take (Y/N)!” Sam suggested, making you raise your head to look him in the eye. Sam simply shrugged assuming that Crowley would hate the idea.

Crowley turned his head towards you, “You cannot expect me to take this little ragamuffin as part of my entourage.”

“Hey!” You yelled suddenly feeling self conscious. “I clean up pretty well.” Your voice cracked

He began to stare at you and moved forward, “Hmmm, well, you aren’t completely homely.” He took your hand, “These nail beds are awful,” you pulled your hand away, “and will not do, you will need a full manicure.” He continued to examine you, “When was the last time you waxed your eyebrows?” You thought about it. “If you have to think about it, then it has been too long.” He snarked.

“Hey!” You almost had enough.

“And that brass color of your hair indicates one too many home dye jobs.” He sustained his criticism.

“Really, what the hell man?” You asked completely offended.

His hands touched your shoulders, “My dear if you are expected to represent me, you must look the part. I can’t have someone so unpolished, join me on this venture.” He pulled a silver cardholder from his pocket, “Here.” He handed you a very fancy business card to one of the most prestigious salons in the area. “I’ll set everything up. All you have to do, is go and they will take care of you.”

“Look we don’t have time if this.” Dean jumped into the conversation.

Crowley addressed Dean. “The meet isn’t until 10pm tonight. She has more than enough time to get a little pampered and look like she belongs on my arm.” He turned to you and whispered, “It’s that what you want, my dear.” He words made you breathe a little faster, and all you could do was nod. “That’s what I thought. Look, she wants to be a part of this.” He bent down and spoke softly, “I can’t wait to see how lovely you will look this evening.” How did he just go from insulting you to making you blush in just a few minutes? Then he just vanished from the room.

You didn’t have to think about what to do, it was already noon and it would take you about an hour to get to Kansas City for your makeover. Crowley was right, you were in need of some pampering, so this may take the whole afternoon if not longer. You grabbed your bag and jacket walking towards the garage.

“What, you’re going!?” Dean asked.

“This is what you guys want, right? We gotta get the item.” You turned to them and they just looked at each other trying to figure out what to say. “Well Crowley wants me fully done up, then he will get me fully done up.”

“Well yeah, I guess.” Sam finally said something.

“End of discussion. I gotta go. Either of you wanna come to Kansas City with me?” You asked being polite.

“What and wait for you to do your lady stuff? No thank you.” Dean scoffed and you shook your head before finally leaving for the garage.

The salon was in a cream color stand alone building in one of the nicest parts of the city, you took a deep breath pushing back any nerves you had, this was definitely not Great Clips. The receptionist was a young and snooty with four or five different colors in her hair, long red nails and she wore a tight black dress, she barely acknowledge your presence when you walked up. “And you are?” She finally asked looking you up and down knowing you didn’t belong in a place like this.

“I’m (Y/N). Mr. Crowley made an appointment for me.” You nervously said.

“Crowley!” Her eyes widened with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, it’s (Y/N) right?” You nodded. “I didn’t know. Mr. Crowley said you were to get the works.” She rushed you off to a chair and placed a glass of champagne in your hands.

Hours passed and they had put tin foil in your hair and you had new polish on your hands and feet not to mention the wonderful stone foot massage, now they were moving you onto the wax room. The esthetician waxed your brows and upper lip the she said, “Ok, you can remove your jeans and panties.”

“Excuse me what?” You asked truly shocked.

“Did Mr. Crowley not tell you? He wanted you waxed down there. Do you want just a bikini or full brazilian?” She informed you.

Why the hell would he want me waxed there? What did he think was going to happen? Shit the questions just kept running though your head as you sat up from the table. “Ummm…yeah…ah… what the hell lets go for it, full brazilian, please.”

You breathed out as she spread the warm wax on your sex, when she pulled up on the wax it didn’t hurt so bad. She was done in no time and you were all smooth and soft, wow you really felt sexy and stood a little more confidently.

You left with approximately $300 worth of products that they informed you would help keep up your style, it was Crowley’s money anyways so who cares. Catching your image in the mirror, you didn’t look like yourself, the dark eye makeup and new hair color were going to take some time to get used to.

The sun had heated up your car to a nice toasty level as you blasted the AC, you thought about what you could wear tonight. There was that nice boring black dress in the back of your closet, but you really wanted something to ‘wow’. Your car went on autopilot to closest mall, with a stolen credit card in hand, you went in search of the perfect dress for this evening.

Amazingly enough it only took you an hour or so to find a super sexy dress, shoes and accessories. Dragging a garment bag and various other smaller bags into the bunker, you meet the boys sitting with their laptops open. “Well look at you.” Dean eyed you. “You bought a new dress?”

“Yeah, I have to look the part, dude.” You responded.

“And Victoria Secret?” Sam asked spotting the bright pink bag you tried to hide behind another bag.

“Ahhhh…This dress needed a push up bra, have you seen my bras?” Both men shook their heads knowing you wore very conservative undergarments. “Yeah, well then they weren’t going to work.”

You ran off to your room not wanting to hear them make fun of you or give you any lectures, quickly you threw off all of your clothes and took the expensive bottle of lotion out of a bag from the salon, spreading the lotion all over your body giving you a shimmering glow. In the Victoria Secret bag there was a black lace thong and matching lace push up, you slid on the items never feeling sexier than right now. Untying the bottom of the plastic garment bag, you pulled the dress off the hanger, you glided the soft silky fabric over your head. The dark purple sleeveless dress had a plunging neck line and pleated ruching that gave you a structured look but showed off your curves. You brushed your hair, powdered your nose and reapplied your lipstick, when you heard Dean yelling at you from down the hallway, “(Y/N/N), you ready?” Quickly you put on the new strappy black heels that showed off your pedicure and grabbed a handful of jewelry

“Yeah, I'm ready to do this.” You hooked your necklace around your head while you walked to the war room.

“Whoa!” Dean breathed out.

You heard Sam say, “Damn!” as you walked in.

“I look that good.” A smile crept across your face that turned into a small chuckle.

“My dear, you look positively ravishing.” Crowley strolled over to you kissing your cheek, “absolutley gorgegous. I knew it would just take a little pampering to bring out the woman in you.” He came closer to your ear and asked lowly, “Did you opt for the waxing below?” He raised his eyebrow to you.

You couldn’t help but smile at how suave he was acting, “Maybe.” you giggled.

“You know the plan (Y/N). You and Crowely purchase the Hand of God and come right back here.” Sam interrupted your moment.

“Yeap, got no problems here.” You responded as your stomach grumbled.

“Did you eat today my dear?” Crowley asked grasping your hand.

“I had cereal for breakfast and few peanut butter crackers when I got home.”

“That is not a meal. Why don’t you let me take you out to a nice steak dinner after we are done?” He asked right in front of the boys.

Now you tried to hide your smile and excitement, “Really!?” You looked down at your shiny toes, “Sure, that would be really nice.”

“Did you really just agree to a date with Crowley?” Dean asked almost flabbergasted.

“Well I guess, I am very hungry.” You held onto his arm a little tighter.

“Seriously, I swear man, not a hair, not a hair!” Dean yelled thowing his hands up as Crowley and you vanished from the room.

He placed a hand around your waist when you and he met up with the rest of his demons at the meet. Crowley moved a piece of hair behind your ear while he whispered in your ear, “Were you just trying to piss off Dean, when you said yes to dinner earlier?”

“No.” You said softly, “I like the way you look at me. I feel feminine.”

“And you are.” His lips pressed gently to your ear lobe and neck as his hand ran over your knee and up your thigh. Then the door opened and his contact came into the back room of the old warehouse, you disappointingly frowned during the transaction because you didn’t want to be interrupted. As promised, Crowley returned you and the Hand of God object back to the bunker as soon as everything was paid for. “Here Squirrel!” He placed the gilded item on the table, “My dear, if you are still hungry, I’d love to take you out somewhere.” His arm snaked around your waist.

You turned pressing your bossum to his chest, “All of the good places are probably closed now.” You pouted. “Maybe we have I’ll have to take a raincheck.”

Crowley’s hand ran threw the hair at the base of your neck, massassing you head a little, your eyes closed as he captured your lips with his, you moaned slightly as you opened up to him going weak. You could hear the Winchesters airing their protests but you put them out of your mind. “You know (Y/N) it is only 9 o’clock in Las Vegas. What you say, a little food, a little drink and a little gambling?”

You bit your lip smiling almost giddy before you kissed him back. “I say don’t wait up boys.” Your giggles were all the Winchesters heard before Crowley popped you from the bunker as his hands were on your hips and his lips tangled with yours. If the rest of the evening was anywhere as wonderful as this day had been then this was going to be a great start to an amazing relationship.

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