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[chronically-ghosted]

vivarium

rating: explicit 18+ pairing: ezra x f!reader word count: 8K summary: you request a vacation for your birthday. With the rain and a few drinks, you get a lot more than you asked for.  warnings: alcohol drinking, minor age gap (less than 10 years), oral (f!receiving), fingering, smut, possessive!Ezra, dom!Ezra, one booty smack, dirty talk for real, smut, pining, a bit of angst, referenced/implied orphanhood, made a religious sex pun and i'm so proud of myself a/n: so @morallyinept requested this and it turns out when I write for a boy for the first time, it can’t be less than 7K – whoops. i've gotten ezra requests from some moots before, so i hope this lives up to your expectations! **massive thanks to @toomanytookas for editing and providing the initial validation so i don't post in a mouth-frothy haze. I've never had a beta like you before and I genuinely feel like I've turned over a new chapter in my fic writing. thank you!

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Your feet in the clear blue water, the humidity like a wet tongue on your skin, you scratch a nail under the tab of a mustard yellow can, crack it open, and drink. The bite of alcohol dulled by the carbonation, you take several pulls, drawing out the mid-afternoon buzz from two other cans and whetting your mouth in the heat of the jungle day. You lean back on your elbows into the sponge-soft grass, and let out a massive sigh. 

A few feet ahead of you, on a repurposed inflatable reentry tube, your long-time privateer partner chuckles, the sound deep in the back of his throat as he floats by. Thick fingers and exposed heels dragging along in the crystal water, he greets the yellow sun like an old friend – arms wide, chest out, a lazy smile on his face. A damp rag – supposedly clean – sits over what you know to be dark-earth eyes, every other inch of him relishing in the inevitable sun tan. 

“I see your aaahhh, pet, and I raise you a mhmm.” The rubber squeaks as he adjusts, tips his scarred chin up to the cloudless sky and rests his head back. “Kevva said there’d be days like this, but I think the old hag mighta left out a thing or two.” 

You grin, the wet heat of Banu 8’s lowlands drawing sweat droplets onto your hairline at the back of your neck, settling thick behind your ears where it co-mingles with the drunk haze loping around in your brain. You watch Ezra with his bare arms, hairy legs, and prominent nose turned towards the divinity he’s so fond of invoking and the thought crosses your mind – again:

Shit, he’s so fucking hot. 

Oh, bad thought.

You drop your gaze, pressing the cold aluminum lip of the can to your mouth, drinking quicker than you probably should, anything to distract you from your partner as he obliviously floats by. 

For our sake, you silently beg the hungry little creature that whines and snaps at the image of a shirtless Ezra, please fuck off. 

While Ezra whistles a vaguely familiar tune, terribly off-key, you scoop up the cool lagoon water and dribble it over your hot knees, then your thighs, dampening the rims of your make-shift shorts just enough to cool them without leaving them vulnerable to a permanent state of moisture due to the high humidity. You flick the last drops of the water onto your chest, your white cotton bra choked to your skin. A final effect, you press the cool can to the thrumming pulse on your neck, closing your eyes with a relieved grunt, taking the time to enjoy the sensation of the cold metal against the rapid beat in your throat. 

From the water, you hear an unsettled grunt and you open your eyes to find that same shirtless Ezra staring at you, the rag now curled in one hand against the rubber float. He swallows, looks at something past your ear, and again tries to adjust in the sticky rubber float without flipping himself over, his hands falling into his lap. 

“Neptune, dear, would you do us the favor of tossing over one of those cans? I’m parched. I think my lovely skin is drying out.”

Neptune. His favorite nickname for you. You never got any real explanation from him as to why you got that name, other than after you’d officially joined his crew, you told him you came from a blue planet in a far off system. But that was often the way of things: Ezra did something and you didn’t question why. From that simple truth, you learned about how to repair and rebuild the entire electrical system from a drop pod. You learned, in excruciating detail, the parts and mechanics of a thrower, so much so that you could almost identify the model number at a glance. You learned about which corporate dig sites to avoid, which made for easy marks, and which would draw the eye and ire of entities hardly worth the trouble. 

Being out on your own since you aged up out of the orphanage had not gone the way you hoped and life had not been so kind as to teach you any other way to survive. Ezra had found you in the back of a red spice market, cornered and slurping down the last few of your credits from a muck bowl that you had vastly overpaid for.

For whatever reason, he offered you a job on the spot, despite you having nothing to offer him. and no experience in anything except cleaning prophylaxiams and staying out of the way.

And yet, he has been far kinder than life, or anyone else, had ever been to you. 

As a result, loyalty was only a fraction of what you felt for him. What had begun as overwhelming adoration had grown hot to the touch, slippery between your fingers at night, and perhaps – what you feared most of all – obvious. 

Yet when Ezra looked at you with a smile on his face, it was only comradery he wished to share with you, certainly not his bed. He shared it with practically every other bi-pedal humanoid you came across, but not you. And this you had to accept. And you did. 

But being a little drunk made it that much harder to remember where to keep your hands to avoid being burned.

“Sure, Ez.” You tuck your legs out from the cool water and dig around in the canvas bag at the base of the white nut tree. Most of the ice had melted into the bright green grass around the lagoon, but a few of the cans were still cold. You’d probably tease Ezra later for skimping on the insulation bucket the provisions store the port offered, but he had been so eager to get to the camp ground after spending an “exceedingly exorbitant amount of time stacked up against human drivel on public transportation”. One lopsided grin, and you’d give him the world. 

“Ez–,”

He lifts the rag, glancing at you over his shoulder, hands cupped as the can flies through the air. The cold metal presses against the overheated skin on his chest and he hisses. Eyeing the can ruefully, he cracks it open and drinks deep. You busy yourself with sliding to the edge of the pool again to keep from watching his throat move. 

Ezra finally pulls back, smacking his lips, with a pleased groan. He wets the rag again and dramatically flops it over his eyes. Hidden from his view, you watch the roll of water down his temples, his neck, his chest. 

“Name anything better than this, Neptune, I beg you. Free from obligation or assignment on commission. Where my only moral imperative is to drink as many of these as I can and remind you how beautiful you are. Which . . .” he tilts the bottom of the can towards you, head still tilted back on the raft and dripping rag covering his vision, “fantastic, by the way.” 

Having stifled your blush while under his watchful gaze about three or four other times today, without him looking, you flush so hard and fast you go lightheaded. Beautiful, he said. You drink more carbonated alcohol to choke back your rising heart, your eyes skim over the curve of his nose, a drop of sweat as it peaks on his forehead. You can’t linger over him too long; he has a six-sense about you – unable to know what you’re thinking but that you’re overthinking all the same. 

“Was this worth the trip on public transportation, Ez?” Your ankles stir the water again. 

“I could do this all day,” he sighs contently, bringing a warm smile to your face. “And definitely all night.”

Maybe you’ll both be so sun-drunk later tonight, you’ll fall asleep together on the pallet on the floor. Of course, by nightfall, someone will have to come to their senses and you’ll be tucked back into your separate sleeping bags, but maybe, as a present you couldn’t possibly ask for, you can just nap together.

With the bottom plush of your lip stuck between your teeth, you rim the metallic edge of your can with your nail, ankles spinning slow circles in the water. 

“Thank you, Ezra,” you say quietly, “for the best birthday I’ve ever had.” 

It began as a sort of joke one night on the volcanic hotspring moon of Wulkan after a twelve hour shift hunting through the black ash in search of fire pearls. The job was rather rushed, and Ezra had his reservations going into it, but fire pearls were a near certainty and you both needed a boost after a jump exchange had gone a little cockeyed. Sweat dripping from his temples, the provided water packs in the harvest suits doing just enough to keep him from passing out from heat exhaustion, he extended the skein of hydro-electric towards you across the narrow lane between your cots and asked you if you could be anywhere right now, any system, where would you be.

“Somewhere so cold I freeze my tits clean off,” you said with a sigh and wiped your own sweat-drenched forehead. You could smell yourself after two days of sweating profusely, but your stench in comparison to the rest of the crew, including Ezra, barely registered any more. You took a sip as Ezra laughed.

“A grievous crime against humanity and all its luscious gifts, but I get your meaning. Anywhere else?”

“Water.” This was said with more conviction, so much so it turned Ezra’s head towards you. “The few memories I have of my home planet and my parents, we were always near or in water. An ocean, maybe. I’m not sure. But I remember being really, really happy and I think being near water . . . it would make me happy again.”

You handed the skein back to Ezra, something unreadable in his gaze. He took it back from you, his fingers dark from the ash that clings to everything. On the other side of the tent, the rest of your crew and other teams mill about, yelling, with cutlery clattering as the camp gets ready to slow for the night, a graveyard shift picking up in just a few hours. 

Ezra’s eyes are as dark as the ash you’ve been shifting through the past two days.

“Then you shall have it, Neptune.” He said, quietly. “I’d give you the fucking galaxy if I could.” 

Those words often came to you in the crevice between sleep and wakefulness, when your mind was idle and the reins that tightly bound your affection for him loosened without a conscious grip. When you thought you weren’t being watched. 

The flat of his foot hooking behind your ankle breaks you from your reverie. Cast into shadow by the wide, rubbery palm leaves above your head, he looks at you curiously. 

“That look of deep consternation is giving me a headache. Spill.” 

With a faint smile, you gently bump his knee with your own. “Nothing, Ez. I’m just glad we get to take a break from it all. I can’t remember the last time I . . . the last time we’ve just had nothing to do.” 

He cocks his head as his gaze crawls up your ankle, your shin, to your knee. You think it might linger on your thigh before it bounces to your face. You tighten your grip on the hot, expansive feeling behind your ribs and stare back at him.

“Then that’s a black mark against me, as the leader of this clan.” His mouth curls, eyebrow arching as he talks, knowing that statement has been a point of playful contention between you two for years. “A good overseer knows when to crack the bullwhip and when to let it rest.”

“Well, a better overseer knows when to demand that her team rests, because sometimes they have no idea what’s good for them.” 

His foot rotates behind your ankle, his toes brushing against your calf, bringing your attention to your own body part in the water. Your legs are hairy, nearly as much as Ezra’s, and you haven’t shaved your pits in possibly a decade. Ezra once brought home a professional nightwalker, one from the Upper City, to the derelict flat you’d been sharing for two weeks as you offloaded your haul to the under markets. You never forgot how smooth her skin had been, shaved clean and smelling of moon lilies. That scent permeated the small space for weeks afterward. Even now, just the sight of moon lilies makes you nauseous. 

His aversion to you runs much deeper than physical aesthetics, even if you can’t help but wonder sometimes if becoming as smooth and hairless as the nightwalker might change his mind.

“Observational to a fault as always, Neptune.” The ball of his foot rests briefly between your legs before he pushes off from the spongy lip of the lagoon’s edge. He floats back into the sun, his head shaking slightly, a smile drained of amusement on his lips. He inhales as the sun crests over his forehead and he glances up at the blue sky. “I have no idea what’s good for me.”

Something about his tone, the way he turns away from you, scratches a very raw place inside of you – a place that fears and obsesses over abandonment. You wouldn’t survive it if he abandoned you, if he left you to fend for yourself one day. Logically, you know he would never do that – he has sworn up and down to your face that that notion is fundamentally ludicrous to him – but the anguish of him silently rejecting you from his bed again and again and again makes that fragile place inside you bleed red. 

You stand up, swipe another can from the bag, and move towards the waterfall. 

“I’m taking a hike.”

You feel his eyes on the backs of your thighs as you march towards the gentle incline.

“Be safe, Neptune,” he calls softly.

For a fleeting second, you wish he had made you stay.

The first fat raindrop splashes against your cheek and wakes you from a humid, irritated nap. You’re scowling by the time you open your eyes to several more wet droplets as they splatter against your neck, your forehead and you sit up, even more frustrated than when you fell asleep. The last sticky tendrils of dreams snap and pop as you pull yourself onto your feet, back hunched and arm held high against the steamy sprinkle. A crack of lightning, then a growl of thunder, and the sky splits open, drenching you in seconds. With a snarl of your own, you snatch up the empty can from the grass next to you and make for your camp down the hill. As you crest the top, you see a figure standing outside the tent, back tense and hand raised as if searching through the twilight gray downpour. 

Normally, the thought of warming up beside Ezra in your yellow tent fills you with something inexplicable, the grime and load of the day melting from your shoulders, but your buzz from earlier has thickened, made worse by the heat, the emotions in your heart all gummed up and smashed together. The sight of him cranks up your irritation high in your ears. With a huff, you concentrate on a smooth slide down the hill without breaking your ankles and not the fire rising in your gut. 

But the rain and the distance apart has only stoked his own outrage.

“Where the hell were you?” He snaps as you yank back the velcroed tent flap. He is dripping from head to toe in jungle rain as he follows closely behind you into your small space. You ring the water from your hair into a corner and scowl up at him. 

“I fell asleep. The rain woke me up. I came back as soon as I could.” 

His eyes narrow, water rolling off his bare shoulders as if he still stood out in the downpour. The droplets pat pat pat against the tarp floor as he snatches up a fiber towel and dries himself off, scowling all the while. 

“I searched for you, calling your name up and down this fuckin’ jungle and I didn’t hear a peep. What if something had gone wrong? What if you’d been hurt?”

“Then I would have fucking dealt with it, Ezra.” You stomp to your feet, neck hot from his patronizing gaze. Hands on his hips, you feel like you’re being scolded. “I can take care of myself.” 

One dark eyebrow arches mockingly, the scar on his cheek twisting in his scowl.

“And you expect me to lay about, twiddling my thumbs, while I wait for you to return or until you deem it appropriate for me to fret over your corpse?” 

That patch of blonde hair is a shade darker, drenched and pressed flat against his forehead. His bare chest is littered with scars and divots where chunks of flesh had been torn away. His skin is a reflection of the hard life he lives. You doubt you’d look any different if you’d seen yourself in a mirror. 

“We are partners, Ez,” you grind out between locked teeth. “Equals, alright? I am not your little sister for you to fuss over and you are not my keeper.” 

At that, the indignant swell of his chest deflates and the anger in his eyes flickers before fading out. 

“You are beyond capture,” he mutters, eyebrows down but gaze distant. “I’d never dream of keeping you, Neptune.” 

Again, it’s his phrasing that hurts most of all. You glance away, the backs of your eyes growing hot and tight, drying out despite the sticky moisture warming the inside of the tent. But then his hand around your elbow startles away the tears forming in the corners of your eyes. 

“You are the most important thing to me in the entirety of this world and the next,” he says softly, earth eyes searching your face. “I came on too strong, I know that, but the idea that you’d ever be gone from my side for any amount of permanence . . . well, it’s been a lifetime since I’ve felt fear like that.” 

His frown goes belly-up, a hopeless smile on his face. “I wasn’t aware I even still could.” His calloused thumb brushes your skin, skin that nearly catches fire from the rough drag of scar tissue, before he lets his hand drop. Your own curls into a fist at your side, a tremor rattling the bones of your wrist in an effort to keep from reaching up and touching that moon-shaped scar you dream about at night.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ez. You taught me enough to survive in a world like this. But you’re going to have to trust me.”

That smile goes wan, sickly. “That’s the problem, dear heart, I trust you with my life.” 

He swallows, as if suddenly bashful to make direct eye contact with you. He clears his throat before rummaging around in his canvas bag for dry clothes. He yanks a black, sleeveless shirt on over his head before setting up the materials for a flameless pocket fire. 

“Since my dreams of showing you something called a barbeque have been quite literally rained out, we’ll finish off the rest of the dredge pack tonight. But come first light, I’ll fix you breakfast so succulent, the smell alone’ll make your mouth water. How does that sound, Neptune?”

He barely slows to breathe as he seamlessly switches topics from breakfast to another meal made at camp without looking up or stalling in his prep for dinner, hands almost disconnected from the humming of his mouth – one so methodical, the other like a channel rat on fire. 

“– and the thing was no one was really sure enough what a squatter egg looked like when it goes bad. But being out in a cramped hold-out for two weeks where it was so dark, your own ass and someone else’s had no demarcation, well, there wasn’t a single peep of dissimilitude . . .”

Words strung together so quick and so melodic, it was always incredibly easy to fall into a sort of easy trance around Ezra. Sounds and syllables just sounded right coming out of his mouth and after a while, that trance became a state of repose, Ezra’s own sense of calm filtered to whoever was also in the room. But not to you, not right now.

After spending immeasurable time with less than half a space between you in cramped tents and in claustrophobic dig sites, you could read the tension on the lines of his body as well as the lines on the palm of your hand. 

“Neptune? You with me?”

Ezra glances up at you, always aware of you and your movements like the twinge on a spider’s web, a signature smile that has always seemed to shine a bit brighter for you plastered over his face. The anger was the only thing holding you up and with it gone, you can feel your bruised heart twinge as it folds over itself. 

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’m gonna switch out of these wet clothes before we eat, okay?”

He hums, nodding, eyes fixating on the steadily boiling water in front of him as you turn away to the other side of the tent, by your pallet and traveler’s pack. As further evidence that he feels nothing but companionship for you, you feel his eyes remain nowhere near you as you strip off your shorts and bra for a sun-warm suit. Then again, you’d like to think it’s kind of scandalous to be changing in front of him, but you’d both seen each other naked more times than you could count – there is no modesty in foxholes. The space between your hips and your thighs feel sticky from sweat and the slick rain, the curve of your spine warm and flushed. The zipper is loud in the silence. 

You’re braiding your damp hair away from your face when he sighs and the noise makes you look back at him.

“Answer me honestly, if you’ve ever cared for me a tick. Do you regret it?”

His eyes are sorrowful, worried, brow fixed down. Ezra is not, and never has been, a man prone to melancholy. His wrists rest loosely over his knees, gaze deep in the bubbling bone broth. The rain outside taps insistently at the tarp. 

“Regret what?” 

“Coming with me and taking on this life. It’s not an easy one,” he says quietly. “I should have offered you another choice, that day in the market. But one look at you and I . . . I was willing to trust you with my life, Neptune – far, far too soon. Even at my best, you make me irrational.”

You watch him, his broad shoulders moving, as he scoops up the hot, dark liquid into two bowls, and joins you by the entrance to the tent. You pin back the flap as he settles, the scent of humid rain immediately flooding your mouth, the pattering sound now twice as loud. Wordlessly, he hands you a spoon before digging into his own bowl. 

The heat of the soup burns away all the silly, impossible things sitting on your tongue. You sit in silence, his presence never rushing you to answer before you are ready. As you eat, you stare out at the dark lagoon, where you had both been only hours ago, the clear water murky beneath the downpour. 

“No, Ezra, I don’t regret it.” He stills, as if surprised you’re answering him now, mid-meal. He lowers the bowl to his lap, eyes trained on you. “You saved my life, more times than I can count.” 

Your words loosen the rigid lock of his shoulders. He grins. “As you’ve said, you would have been just fine without me.”

Your vision goes blurry. You pin him with such a stare, you watch the blood rush from his face.

“But it would have been only half a life.”

“Don’t kid about that, Neptune, it’s not –,”

“I’m serious.” You put your bowl down and rub your eyes with your sleeves. Of all the ways he hasd seen you bare and naked, he’s never seen you this vulnerable. “I don’t wanna do any of this without you. I want you, Ezra.”

“You have me, dear heart, you have me.”

“Not like that and you know it.” You watch as understanding rolls across his face. His lips part, eyes wider. He swallows and you stare at the ceiling, cheeks suddenly wet and hot. He said he’d never leave you, but what if this is the thing that finally does it? Could he work with you, knowing just how deeply you love him, and not feel an ounce of disgust? “You told me once sex is just a way to pass the time, but never, not once, have you ever even tried to pass the time with me.” 

He swallows, deeper this time, jaw locked, his eyes fluttering with the force of it. He brings his knees to his chest.

“Because it wouldn’t just be passing time with you.” 

In that moment, you’re grateful for the rain, for the sound of something to fill the silence. 

You stare at him, cross-legged in front of the open corner of this yellow tent, abandoned bowls growing colder, but he sits with his leg up, knee to his chest, as if to ward you off. Ward off whatever is growing in your gaze, under the flat bone over your heart in your chest. But whatever is stifling the air in your lungs, is warming his eyes past the point of comfort, barrelling towards expletives and the crass, the lewd and depraved. You cannot go back to having him look at you any other way. 

That look loosens every line in his face when you crawl into his lap, your knees around his hips. The backs of your thighs go damp, even through the suit, pressing down onto his still-damp shorts, and you think his breathing has quickened.

His massive palm hovers near your cheek, unwilling or unable to pull you forward or push you back, his oak eyes searching your face for signs of discomfort as if he had somehow dragged you across the tarp floor. 

“Neptune,” he mumbles as he focuses on the curve of your bottom lip, “this is unwise. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” 

You can feel the hard curve of his shoulders as you follow the lines of his arms and settle them on his collarbone. Nothing has happened that can’t be undone – not yet. Your perfect, vicious Ezra hasn’t pressed you flat on your back like you thought he would at the hint of sex. You could return with your dignity tomorrow morning, this moment never spoken of again, and he’d let you have that. The shake of his elbow with his palm against the tarp is the only indication that something might be unsettling to him. 

But it is your birthday after all. Maybe he’d let you have this one thing. He doesn’t know you’ll die without it.

“If you don’t want this . . . if you don’t want m-me, then say something. Push me away and I’ll never bring it up again.” You cup the sides of his neck as your hips shift forward, closer to him. The air in your lungs tightens, breath coming in shallow pants. Only then does he drop your gaze and fixate on your encroaching heat. “At least then I’ll know.” 

There. Out loud. It’s been said, heard above the deluge of rain against the tent and the jungle outside. 

His palm finally settles on your cheek. It brings a sense of wholeness to you like you’ve never known. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, a breathy exhale pours out of your mouth. His thumb catches the plush curve of your bottom lip and he draws it towards your chin, his own mouth open, enraptured. 

“Sweet thing, how have you not always known?” 

His mouth is humid against yours, as if he swallowed the jungle while looking for you, his thumb releasing your lip to capture with his own. The tip of his pointer finger massages the hinge of your jaw, just below your ear, and he manipulates your head until your mouth parts like he wants.

His tongue skims your upper lip, a tentative exploration into the unknown rewarded with a low groan that is warmed by the heat coiling low in your hips. You taste his tongue, a hot glide inside your mouth, and you feel his arms slip around your lower back, his inhale of breath sharp across your face as he brings you closer. He bites your lips roughly, the spark of pain and pleasure crackling across your face as if you’d brushed a live wire. 

His fingers wrap around your wrist, prying you from the back of his neck, just for a moment, his eyes heat-soaked. You suck your teeth, mouth open and seeking, and the hand around your jaw drops to your collarbone, the breadth of his palm nearly suffocating your throat.

The briefest pressure – the slightest touch – at the pulse at the bottom of your neck and your hips rock forward into him as he flattens his other palm to your ass, clutching you to him and pinning you to the pallet.

His teeth scrape against the curve of your ear, pinching the cartilage between his incisors, while his hands frantically search up and down your waist. His weight smothers you, his stomach breathing into yours, the flat plane of his chest rubbing your nipples raw against your suit, an unfocused lurch to his hips every time you tug on his hair. With every breath, every time you try to savor his touch, the taste of his mouth is like a wave, dragging you forward, wrapping a dizzy chain around your throat and squeezing.

Ezra’s greatest weapon has always been his mouth, that silver string spinning faster the longer he captivates you, spell-bound. Now he uses to decimate you in entirely new ways. 

The suck of his lips against the moist flesh below your ear distantly distracts from the afterburn of his unkempt beard against your jaw, your cheek. His lips alternate patterns of reward with a plush kiss and punishment with a stern nip when you try and stifle a moan. The edge of his shirt is damp from resting against his shorts when you slip your fingers underneath to palm the small of his back. He stills when you run your fingers around to the front of his trunks. 

His hand curls around a clump of hair at the base of your skull, his eyes darker than volcanic ash. The steady heat of his groin against your thigh is a sensation you’ll chase for the rest of your life.

“You know what happens when you touch a man there, Neptune?” He’s breathing hard, you both are, and the way he snags your hair in his fist has your head twisted at an odd angle, but you’d be damned to a Kevva-forgotten corner of the cosmos before you drop his gaze. You nod and that moon-shaped scar on his cheek twitches. “I know I didn’t teach you that.”

“L-learned it – somewhere else – Ezra.” Your mouth isn’t working properly, your lips swollen from his kisses, the slight pain in your scalp making it difficult to focus, while your cunt tightens hungrily. “Had to.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because you wouldn’t give it to me.” 

He leans back, his forearm tense and corded where he has you by the hair, a seemingly disinterested scowl on his face. But by the throbbing length pressed up against you, so far from where you need him the most, he is anything but. 

“So you’re saying this is my fault?” Without breaking eye contact, his chest raised inches above yours, his fingers snag on the blue zipper by your collar and your breathing nearly stops. He hums to himself, eyes following the path of the zipper as the material separates, click by click by click. When it reaches your belly button, he stops. 

“Ezra –,” it’s a whine and you can’t even chastise yourself for it. And neither, it seems, can he. 

Head tilted as if curious about the label of a box beneath colorful wrapping, he dips his wide hand beneath the edge of your suit. The heat that radiates from his palm against the curve of your stomach has you writhing underneath him, your knees drawing up to his hips, trying to catch any relief. 

But he takes his self-satisfied time. Callouses of a hard-won life snag and drag over the soft paper-thin skin that covers your ribs as he maps you in one hand. When he cups your right breast in his palm, the noise you make is a sob of gratitude. 

“You let another man besides me do this to you?” 

The snarling pit of your own thoughts slows as some awareness realizes he’s speaking to you. 

You swallow, clutching his bicep, begging for forgiveness before even opening your mouth to answer. 

“It didn’t mean anything, Ez, it wasn’t you – it meant nothing to me–,”

“But you let someone else touch what’s mine, hm?” That lazy, slightly irritated look on his face, he rotates his hand, squeezing the cup of your tit again, before sharply pinching your nipple. 

“Ezra–,” you choke out and his thigh shifts between your legs, just close enough to feel the heat but nowhere near close enough to grind against. His thumb rotates the raised flesh slow enough to capture and catalog every sigh it draws from you, his eyes catching between his hand and your relaxed face. 

He wears the same expression he does when sitting in the backs of blackmarket tea shops and smoky alebins. When the prospect of striking gold becomes all he can think about.

“Strip.” He suddenly commands. He lifts off you just enough for you to wrench your arm through the armhole, all the while keeping a rough palm on one breast, and then the other. You watch him massage your flesh and your ribs tremble with an unsteady breath. Only when a slightly cool breeze meanders over your bare shoulders and chest do you realize that the tent flap is still open, your head inches from the edge. A perfect and unimpeded view to anyone who wants to watch him hungrily grope your tits. Embarrassment peaks sharply, despite his hand pressing you into the tarp, you wrench your neck back and look over your shoulder through the window of the open tent as if you need to confirm that you are giving the jungle a floor show.

“Ez– shit, the flap–,” 

He finds that the skin beneath your breast had grown sticky and slick from sweat, the humidity still oppressive even with a breeze. He bends his head and licks that same sweaty path and your attention snaps back to him, nails curling against his scalp, his warm breath a high-intensity balm to your roughly-played-with nipples. 

“Not a soul in sight, Neptune,” he murmurs lazily into your ribcage, his nose running up and down the valley between your tits. “And if there were, let them learn a thing or two.” 

His teeth nip the swell of your stomach as he crawls down your half-naked body. Without his heat and hands, the tenderness from his attention on your breasts ratchets up to an ache, a minor preoccupation before he hooks his fingers around the rest of the jumpsuit and tugs. 

You are naked beneath him, swollen chest rising and falling, your knuckles scraping against the pallet as you search for something to grip with all your might. You smell of lagoon water and hot jungle air, of muggy photosynthesis and algae. The smoky scent of the black ash of that distant planet never really left Ezra and the dampness of the rain seems to stir it up. He towers over you, dark and breathing heavy. Smoke and brimstone.

He gropes your ankles, then your calves, hands gliding over the thick hair there – now grown soft in length – as he slowly spreads your legs, with a light you’d never seen before in his eyes. 

“Neptune, I revolve around you.” 

A wave of anxiety lurches up your throat when he brings his mouth to your cunt, the cloying, imagined scent of moon lilies threatening to tear you out of the moment – he won’t want you wild like this – but it’s forcefully yanked back down with a single stripe of his tongue. His previously casual, authoritative persona cracks when he buries his face into your unkempt curls and lets out a deep, overly pleased moan.

Your back bends and he’s gathering up your limbs in his arms to pin them down, nearly resting his forehead on your pubic bone. A few more licks, some deeper than others into where you drip for him, and your thighs start to shake. His fingers around your thighs squeeze roughly against your flesh and pull you further apart. 

Between the flush of slick seeping from you at an embarrassing rate and the wiry hair kept natural out of a certainty no one would see it, he must be drowning or choking, his tongue flicking and sliding, nose prodding your clit just enough to spread the sparks of arousal up through your spine. Feeling as though you’re losing your grip on reality, you sink your hands into his hair, thumb rubbing back that blonde patch, and tug. The moan he shoots into your cunt as he rocks forward into your touch has you whining helplessly. The tarp squeaks where he rubs his hips into it. 

His arms curled around your thighs, your hips shake with restraint against every lap of his tongue until he flicks your clit and your hips grind up against his obliging mouth, a sunspot of pleasure flaring brightly. But all too soon, Ezra lifts up onto his elbows, his hands smoothing across your stomach and he pops his mouth up from your wet folds. With an irate gasp, the swell of bliss fading, your gaze snaps down to plead with him, but he shakes his head.

Wordlessly, he takes one hand from your thigh and wipes his mouth clean with a swipe of his fingers. Then, with his eyes wide, the skin around his mouth loose, he crooks two fingers at the top of your mound before sliding them down where his mouth was seconds ago and presses them inside of you. That simmering in your low belly roars back to life and you toss your head against the unforgiving pallet, eyes slamming shut. He growls at the obscene sucking noise your cunt makes as he plucks at you, in and out. 

“Oleaginous,” he hums, so quietly, it might have been for him. He tongues your clit lightly, pushing his fingers as deep as they can go, watching you thrash. “Mine. Understand?” You remember that tone of voice from when he had you dissecting throwers on a workbench in front of him. You nod, eyes fluttering open, balancing on the precarious edge of release. 

You want to obey his every word. 

His thumb twists up, opening your clit to him and within a whispered breath of “good girl” he sucks your bundle of nerves and launches you into orbit. 

Your entire body goes stiff from the force of it, only to crash back down into his waiting hands, your voice wavering on a high-pitched, girlish wail that shrieks above the sound of rain. Waves of bliss lap at every nerve ending and your vision goes fuzzy for a minute, the only sound you can register is the pounding of your blood in your ears.

And then you register the steady, wet plunge of his fingers still dragging in and out of your pussy.

“Was that mine?” 

Your clit tingles from overstimulation, but you’d rather die than have him stop – you want to answer, if only you could pick up the pieces of your voice. You can only nod, whining. He presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, the skin there smeared with your release.

“You did a bad thing, letting someone else touch what’s mine.” He scolds, rubs that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in your head, holds his finger to it until it burns. You cry, his punishment evident. “Now you have to apologize, Neptune.” 

You nod again, mouth wrenched open as he drags you back and forth across pleasure and pain. 

“Y-y-yes, Ezra,” the words are bone dry, cracked between your teeth. “I’m sorry.” 

Pure wickedness strikes those earth eyes and scorches them a singed black. 

“Unfortunately, atonement is a fickle thing,” Ezra tuts, dragging his lips across your thigh in a mockery of a kiss, “and I’m not quite ready to offer absolution. Despite your offerings,” he wipes his mouth with a stroke of his palm, “this godhead remains rigid.” 

You whimper. He grins with a mouthful of teeth.

Ezra pulls back onto his knees and shuts your thighs, his hand palming your ass as he indicates that you should turn. Your entire lower half still feels like jelly – no one has ever made you come that hard with just their mouth before – but you obey. You stagger onto your hands and knees in front of him. 

His wide palm appears beneath your chin.

“Spit.”

You do.

That spit-wet hand cups your still wet cunt, middle finger rubbing briefly against your clit, before it disappears. You feel him move closer, hear his slick hand pump himself a few times with a grunt. Hot lips drag up your spine, interspersed with the nip of teeth, and when he lays across your back, his hands overtaking yours and threading your fingers together, his bare chest presses up against the skin of your back and you shudder. 

He noses your temple, his throbbing cock coated between your folds. He bites at your jaw and follows your line of sight through the open tent flap. 

“Breathtaking, isn’t it? All that moisture, dripping and running over smooth rock and fern. All that heat coagulating in spaces it shouldn’t fit. All that . . . open field, for anyone to just wander into. Take a look around and smell the air. Could they smell you like I can, Neptune? The way you leak for this cock?”

As he hums filth in your ear, his hand settles again at the base of your throat, thick fingers squeezing just enough to threaten, before sliding down to your swinging breasts, rough palms catching your swollen nipples, then arching down your stomach and between your legs. 

He plays slowly with your clit; barely enough stimulation and he knows it.

“Ask for forgiveness.” He croons in your ear. The breeze returns for a moment, and between the heat of him mounting you like a feral animal and the hesitant touch of outside air against your sweaty chest, you shudder with a groan. 

“I’m sorry, Ezra. I’m so–,” his middle finger increases its pressure slightly and the words shatter in your mouth, “sor-ry.” 

“And for what?”

He continues to rub between your folds and the minute hitch in his breath is more intoxicating than anything he’s done so far. This is affecting him just as much as it does you. He kisses your jaw then tugs on the skin with his teeth. 

“For letting a-anyone but you t-touch me.”

Ezra presses his damp forehead into your shoulder, panting, your correct answers soaking the neurons in his brain. Your reward is the faster stroke of his finger. 

“And why was that a reprehensible thing to do?” His hips rut into yours, the scrape and rub of his cock between your slick lips and thighs almost enough to set you off. 

“Because it’s yours – I’m yours – f-fuck, Ezra, I’m yours, I only wanna be yours,” you sob. 

He’s suddenly gone from above you and the loud crack of his hand against your ass cheek deafens you for a minute, the sting skittering up your back and down your thigh. 

“Good fuckin’ girl.”

Your elbows shudder, the weight of his tone, his hand nearly forcing you onto your chest with your ass still in the air. You wanna be so good for him. 

He’s breathing hard and his skin is warm and damp where you feel his thigh press against the back of yours. There’s a measure of restraint he’s showing and it makes your heart pound in anticipation. You swing your hips back at him, as if you could catch yourself on his cock. 

“I wanna show you I’m yours,” you cry, nails curling into the pallet. “Please, Ezra, please!”

His broad hand settling on your spine draws a hiccup out of you, a sob. 

“Breathe . . . Good girls get what they need.” 

On an exhale, his blunt tip spreads you apart and he shuffles closer as he thickens inside you. His loud, unabashed moan overwhelms yours, when you think you might just be devoured by him. His hand, the one at your hip, squeezes you, silent reassurance. You can feel the knuckles on his other hand against your slick lips as he feeds himself into you.

“Neptune, talk to me. How,” your cunt tightens around his girth at the sound of his voice coaching you along and he grunts, as if suddenly dizzy, “h-how do you feel?”

“Amazing, Ez. Please keep going don’t stop I can take it–,” 

He obliges; something’s reconnected the wires in his brain enough to tell him to move. He huffs before sinking deeper and your eyes roll back in your head. He bottoms out and waits again, letting you both catch your breath. 

“Spent a hundred moons thinking about this.” The puff of breath against your shoulder is the only warning you have before he presses his mouth to your skin. His hand free of your clutch, his thumb softly rubs the muscle of your neck. He kisses you and kisses you and kisses you, wherever he finds bare flesh. “Would wake up in the night, with you a few feet from me, looking like divinity made sin, made real, but I wasn’t worthy to touch you. You got me all tongue-tied, Neptune, all mucked up in the head. A silly boy,” he purrs.

You glance over your shoulder, unsure which Ezra is going to meet your eyes, but wanting all of them. The man you feel most safe with in this world and the next greets you and you reach back and squeeze his hand. He chuckles softly, and with it, comes a gentle roll of his hips. You gasp, airily, your gaze slipping from his face to his chest, to the steady breathing in his stomach, and then to the growth of hair that fades as it reaches up his low belly. How many times did you sit across the room from him with your fists in tight balls, watching as he regaled exploits of riches and wonder, all the while thinking about how thick his cock is outlined in his suit – you’re so blinded by breathy dreams of what the musky scent of his cock must taste like that you miss that he’s pulled out farther, halfway now, and you are completely knocked senseless when he thrusts back in, a beat faster. 

“Later, Neptune. I’ll let you suck my cock later, but right now I’ve gotta ride this pussy to oblivion.” 

Your thighs quake at his promise, cunt squeezing him, and he huffs, picking up speed.

“I felt that. You really like sucking cock that much?” 

All you can answer him with is a whine. Your knees are starting to ache from the barest cushion the tarp provides, the palms of your hands sore, but you can’t find it in you to remotely care. With every stroke, he fills you up to a breaking point before riding you back out. Moaning gratefully, you finally drop onto your elbows, your cheek scraping against the pallet with every forceful thrust behind you. He tilts your hips up higher, on one knee to fuck down into you; he’s searching with his cock for that spot that made your brain numb. 

Like a flood, you feel bliss roll down your spine, his hands on your lower back pulling you up another peak, and you gasp, at the edge of a very, very long drop, the sounds in the tent as sticky and wet as the rain outside.

But Ezra’s sounds are loudest of them all. Grunting. Hissing. Moaning like he’s fucking the best pussy of his life. You open one eye, glancing over your shoulder and the sight drops open your mouth. Hips pumping forward, skin dewy with sweat, he breathes like a freshly broken-in stallion, relieved that something finally bested him. Chest full and tight with muscle, flushed pink with roaring blood. Stomach torqued with tension. His rhythm is caught between his hands pulling you onto him and his cock thrusting into you. A frantic beat that bounces wet and hot, mouth agape and eyes rolling shut, his head drops back between his shoulders. You push back slightly and he stutters, the hand on your hip tightening. 

“Not gonna last, Neptune–” he grits, his jaw locked tight. The image of him actively staving off an orgasm for you to finish first has been imprinted on your brain for the rest of your life. 

“J-just a little harder, Ez.” 

He obeys, submitting as you had for him, sweat curling around his neck and down his chest. 

As release barrels down on you, those mahogany eyes catch and hold yours in a second that lasts through infinity. They promise you things that you didn’t know you asked for, those eyes, made vows only your soul could hear. You see, in that instant before you are swallowed whole, that he’d die at your feet, if you asked him to. He’d give up every worldly treasure he won through grit and his teeth if you needed it or wanted it. If it made you happy.

His Neptune – in the crushing grip of your gravity. Willingly caught in the trail of your comet as you fill up his night sky.    

“Yeah, that’s it, right there – Ez-ra!” 

His face blown out in near ecclesial bliss is the last thing you see before your vision goes white. Your heart pounds in your ears so loudly, it's the only thing that exists for an instant. And then you shatter with a perfectly soft cry, bliss breaking across you like a heavy wave, and you succumb to exhaustion. 

Behind you, he groans, fucking you faster through it, snarling something entirely incomprehensible. 

You think you might say his name, you don’t know what your mouth is doing, but whatever you say, it breaks him and you are dragged through another low shock, the flood of cum deep into your achy cunt enough to contract your walls again, his harsh groan stuffing your ears just as full. 

The rain is barely louder than your desperate attempts to breathe. 

The tarp crackles as you slump forward onto your stomach, Ezra dropping to his side with half his body over yours. Panting raggedly, his hand curls up to the base of your neck, a reassurance of his presence and commitment when words have failed him. 

You lay like that for a long time.

And then, when feeling starts to return to your limbs, you turn your head, your nose rubbing against his. When you breathe hotly across his face, he grins a satisfied grin that splits into a chuckle. You laugh with him too, curling up into his chest, his forearm is sticky across your spine, and he kisses your forehead.

Staring up at the tarp, together you listen to the rain. 

In the long drawn out, buzzy silence, his nails scratch the base of your skull. And then, like he remembered something vital, he picks his head up and looks at you.

“Do you want this to change things for us?” 

“Yes.” You cup the muscles of his thick neck. “Yes, Ezra. I want this to change everything between us. Please.” 

He smiles, unguarded and open. 

“Wild horses never stood a chance . . . especially against these tits.” He nips at the swell of your breast and you laugh. “I had no plans of letting you go in any case . . . but we are bound from this day forward. You know that, don’t you?”

You nod. A stroke of heat passes over his eyes and  Ezra leans forward to kiss you, his hand on your cheek pulling you in close, as close as you can be, two sticky bodies, cum-dried and tingling.

“And if we’re going to spend every year of our lives together, I have a question for you.” he pushes away a stray strand of hair stuck to your face, nose tip to nose tip, “did you have a good birthday, Neptune? Are you satisfied?”

With a giggle that has his eyebrow arching playfully, you kiss his cheek.

“I already told you. This was the best birthday I’ve ever had.” 

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[morrigan-sims]

And I forget sometimes I'm just flesh and bone.

As he stands in the ruined bathroom, all Rook can think is, At least now I can breathe.

#ts4 #ts4 edit #the sims 4 #sims 4 edit #my edits #ts4 render #my renders #blender render #oc: Rook #dnd sims #ts4 dnd #please I beg of you open this in a new tab and look it it. it's 2080px across and I spent way too long on tiny details. #(like the blood on the shards of glass on the sink. and the mirror alone took well over an hour...) #augh I love my boy so much #he's really going through it right now tho #poor bby #but when he's going through it I'm having fun playing him so... #yeah #blood tw #tw blood #so this is scheduled to go up right as we're starting our session picking up from exactly this point. #I thought that would be thematically fitting #please listen to this song it's so good and it's very Rook. #I almost put the lyrics right after this line (''I saw my reflection on the street that night / he said I got something to change your life #/ he said you don't look wrong but you don't look right'') #bc yk mirror shit. But I ended up going with this line instead because it's VERY VERY fitting for the conversations going on w/ Rook. #specifically about his reckless endangerment of himself to the point where some of his party members consider it to be self-harm. #(and obviously punching a mirror intentionally is self-harm.) #but like Rook doesn't see it that way and he's so confused as to why the party is so upset with him. (esp. his mentor and the gunslinger.) #god I could talk about this ridiculous man for hours so I'll stop here.

[wheatleylaboratories]

my mobile browser has given up keeping track of my tabs

#look at that dead-eyed smile #begging for a death it won't receive #'please could you close a couple ta-' no. perish. #i exist beyond the feeble grasp of numbers now #now open a new tab i wish to do the wordle

[seat-safety-switch]

Our way of life is controlled by computers in a way that was unthinkable just a few decades ago, unless you were a particularly paranoid hippie. If that's the case, then congrats, you nailed it. Please collect your reward at the office, which is "suffering in obscurity for years as the world falls apart around you."

One of the ways in which computers have an influence over our lives is what folks who have never taken a math class call "the algorithm." Even though it's a word that the ancient Greeks used because they hadn't taken enough high school French to use the word "recipe" instead, the YouTube algorithm is the ultimate fear-spewing threat to civil discourse in our time.

What it actually does is feed you more of what you want. Those of you out there who have ever seen a small child know that this is a terrible idea. The last thing you want to do is just keep giving a toddler more of what the toddler wants, forever. The folks who wrote this shit either didn't have kids or forgot what they looked like in their pursuit of the sweet, sweet IPO money they didn't get.

There is good news, though. It can only feed you more of what it has. If you're an inveterate car pervert like me, then you have interests that are so niche that the content farm runs dry quickly. Literally four other people in the entire planet are making Plymouth Volare videos, and YouTube is not exactly paying them to make those videos faster than I can watch them. So it comes up with something else instead. Something popular, normal, average human, which I immediately reject in favour of even more degenerate garbage "curated" by my own bad taste. It takes this as a personal insult. Whole thing's out of balance.

Friends, the only thing that I see now when I open YouTube on the library computers is a screaming silicon face, begging me for the sweet release of death. I push F5 to refresh the browser tab until a new Volare video pops up. It's going to take awhile, which is okay. The librarians haven't figured out I'm charging my car battery off the hard drive power cables yet.

#best of

[hg-aneh]

HI!!

so this post of yours got me thinkibg:

And I found a whole entire AMAZING FIC LIKE ITS SO GOOD 👌 where that’s the plot

idk if you can see the link but if not, it’s called Factory Settings on A03 so if your interested please give it a look I BEG

it’s legitimately so good

Oh, I've been reading it, it's currently in my bookmarks actually, and it's pretty lovely

but I thiiiink that fic has Crowley turn back into Twinkliel instead of having them both exist at the same time, which is what my idea was skbfs

I know there's a similar fic to that that was written before s2 came out where Crowley gets split into his demonic and angelic halves (find it here), buuut this isn't what this is either

Think of it as Aziraphale accidentally making a new Twinkliel out of an older record of Crowley in the Book of Life

Like restoring a file

The point here being that they're not the same person, Twinkliel's name was,,, lets say "smudged", and on top of it, Crowley's was written.

Aziraphale tried miracling the "smudge" to combine with Crowley's current name but he ended up separating them and making Twinkiel part 2 electric boogaloo

Crowley's still the same (aka still has memories of his fall and life as an angel) because his current name encompasses those experiences already

If you're an artist you can see this as restoring an older, unfinished version of a piece in paint tool sai whilst still having the finished piece file open in another tab

#sorry for the ramble nnn #im shit at explaining #no one even asked jsbgnsbgks #SORRY DEAR ASKER I HAD TO LET IT OUT SOMEHOW #great fic btw idk how they finished it so darn quickly #aneh answers #aneh wont shut up #Twinkliel

[lale-txt]

✱ visiting the cat café with JJK men (pt. 1/?)

a/n: first time writing for JJK aaaa. i should have done this a whole lot sooner! happy to be taking those fine gentlemen out for a date at the cat café hehe. and with the current events in both manga & anime i think it's fair to say we deserve to have a bit of a slice of life delulul moment, right... （πーπ）

❦ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“did you roll around in catnip before we got here or…” 

Gojo only grins at you before he starts a monologue, something about his natural musk that makes him irresistible to little meow meows, explaining how cats are attracted to cursed energy and how he has a limitless amount of it, yada yada yada…

you aren’t listening anymore, only feeling slightly jealous of how he’s swarmed by cats without any effort, like he didn’t have to go through the whole humbling process of getting to the floor and mumbling pspsps until your mouth is dry only for the cats to ignore you

every single cat in the café is practically begging for his attention and honestly, can you blame them 

the cats are in heaven. Gojo is in heaven. the staff is in heaven. 

a chonky white Persian cat is extra persistent and secures a spot on Gojo’s shoulder, chewing on his hair and that’s when you know you will be leaving this café either without your boyfriend or with a new cat

in the end Gojo simply ends up buying the cat café (oh to be stupid rich) and treats it as his own personal oasis from there on and you can’t even be mad because you get to see his beautiful bright smile whenever you head there together

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

at first, Nanami isn’t too eager when you suggest going to a cat café 

the thought of cat hair all over his sandwich doesn’t please him, but he can never resist your pleading eyes and from the reviews he read the food there is supposed to be excellent, so he reluctantly agrees

skeptical at first, he sits down with you, trying to study the menu when an extra curious cat jumps on the table, bumping their tiny head against his chin which makes Nanami frown

“aww, someone likes you”, you croon and try not to laugh at Nanami, hesitantly petting the cat in front of him which starts purring loudly

which attracts even more cats

suddenly you’re swarmed with them and Nanami is doing his very best to give each of them a fair share of his love, even loosening his tie a bit and sleeves rolled up

forget about the food, he’s on a mission now

Nanami will lie awake at night, wondering if owning a cat could fix at least a dozen of his problems (they’re all Gojo related)

❦ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

majestic Sukuna, King of Curses, allergic to cat hair 

oh, he’s trying. he’s fighting for his life, sitting on the floor and trying to pspsps the cats with four hands at once

but his sneezes are so earth shattering loud that it spooks the kitties and they gather everywhere but in his lap

except for that one deaf and blind cat that’s always drooling a little which happily lets Sukuna pick them up 

the King of Curses will look at you triumphantly, like see, I’ve made this peasant cat obey me, but his eyes are tearing too much to even make out the silhouette of you 

good for you because it gives you enough time to snap a good hundred photos of him cuddling with the cat, too stubborn to admit that they might be killing him softly

back home (and after stopping by a pharmacy for allergy pills) you’ll see a dozen tabs open in his browser (you taught him how to google), searching for “anti allergy cats”, “if i shave my cat will i stop sneezing”, “cat hair allergy why” and “why cats won’t obey me”

❦ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀

local tired lawyer man needs a fucking break 

you know how prone your man is to overworking himself, so you make it your own little mission to take him out on small dates during his lunch break 

he doesn’t even bat an eye when you suggest a cat café. maybe if he’s surrounded by cats he won’t have to think about the injustice of the whole world, so sure, he’s in

Higuruma feels a sense of calm wash over him the moment he sits down and a kitty rubs their head against his legs, ready to activate their cursed purring technique on him

of course he remembers your favorite drink and orders it for you, something sweet to go along with it as well, and then he’s completely absorbed by the various cats in the café

he’ll point out every kitty that catches his attention and takes lots of photos of them and from you (and he’ll make it his new lockscreen)

kisses you goodbye once you drop him off at the office again and will text you later that he had the most fun in a long time

will also send you the most candid photos he took of you and will smile to himself when you make one your new profile photo, already excited to go back to the cat café with you

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #higuruma x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios

[rookiesbookies]

Boys reacting to their s/o smacking their ass

Here’s the boys I write for (might add Horangi and Kruger to the roster)

Masterlist is pinned on my account as always

Please for the love of god leave me request, TELL ME WHAT YOU ALL WANT <3

Fic under the cut

Price

Whoever let his wife on base the day they were breaking in new recruit was so fucking dead. He bets it was Simon. Yeah, his wife always brought a home cooked meal for the team. Yeah, he always got smooches and got to feel her up at work. But he never expected this behavior from his sweet little wife when she knew how new recruit days were.

He bets it was Soap and Gaz, daring her to do it. They loved trying to get her in trouble, which is why he never allowed his kids to be watched by them. Lord knows how much trouble the two would encourage.

He heard it before he felt it. It echoed in the open field. Probably heard for miles.

She let out a squeak as he slowly turned to look at her, recruits had stopped the exercises they were doing and she bolted from the stand they were on watching.

“It wasn’t supposed to be that loud!” She squeaked, “Gaz and Soap told me to do it! They said you’d find it funny! That if I did it they wouldn’t beg me for baked goods ever again!”

As she jogged ahead to keep the distance between them as his long strides were closing the distance with ease.

“Simon has the kids, I should really go check on him! Your sons can be quite the handful! I think I hear him calling for me now, I should really go!” She squeaked out more, her jog quickly turning to a run as she took off through the base.

He quickly snatched her up.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson about listening to Kyle and Johnny.” John grumbled.

Soap

Stupid fucking booty shorts. Soap had found her stupid booty short in his laundry. He was now prancing around the shared apartment in them. They were so small on him she was surprised he could fit in them and knew he was in no way comfortable, he was however, a great actor. They were so short the bottoms of his spandex underwear were longer by like 2 inches.

“Johnny, take them off.”

“No,” he retorted proudly, “they were in my laundry so they’re mine now.”

That was the line she used to steal his undershirts so they could be used as nightgowns.

She grumbled, “fine,” before getting an idea.

He was making pancakes in the kitchen, breakfast for dinner Saturdays, as they both had started. His apron was even longer than the short, jeez. He continued shaking ass to whatever song was in his headphones as he hummed along to it.

“Target locked,” she mumbled to herself. Sneaking in.

The smack echoed. His ass was pulled so tight in them it basically slipped out to jiggle from the hit. He folded backwards in dramatics.

“I’m hit! I’m hit!” He cried as if he was radioing to his team. “Taking the enemy down with me, sir!”

She was laughing too hard to pay attention as his hand connected with her ass. The sweatpants muffled it but she fell to the ground too.

Ghost

She always pinched his ass. Especially if he was fresh from the gym. The first time had surprised him but after that he was pretty good at predicting it and catching her hand.

However, a full on smack at a pub celebrating with the boys? Oh that was new.

She was drunk, so he had expected something dumb from her. He was bound to do something dumb too. But he was going to wait until they got home and not when he was bent over the bar slightly to talk to the bartender over the loud music.

He thought he heard a record scratch as her hand connected with his butt. He turned around, throwing his card at Johnny. Letting him know to buy himself a drink and pay for their tab before pulling her out as she giggled.

He’d handle this at home.

But for now he planted a light pat pat on her butt and her eyes went wide.

“Haha sorry Simon, I’ve sobered up now! You can put me down!”

Konig

She had been hugging him from behind after his most recent return from a mission. He was stirring the soup she had started for herself, not expecting him to be home for another week or so.

“Meine Taube, can you go put my mask up.” He handed her his mask off his face, leaning down to give a peck on the lips, “I will give you the kiss you deserve when you return.”

She had pittered off down the hall a bit when she got an idea. Perhaps revenge for how he had surprised her when he got home.

She was listening to music loudly, swaying her hips and humming when he got home. It was dark out so she hadn’t noticed the car being his as it drove past, and she hadn’t noticed the sound of the front door unlocking either.

All she knew was a hand connected with her ass while another covered her mouth to muffle her scream, while she had been cooking. She was so scared it was an intruder.

So she began to seek out revenge. She slid on the hood and did her best quiet walk before getting behind Konig who thought she was back from putting up his mask.

SMACK.

It echoed down the hall as she bolted. His heavy steps followed with an all too large smirk on his face.

He found her hiding behind a giant laundry basket and pulled her out from behind it by her ankle. She clutched the mask to her chest with wide eyes, forgetting the size of her husband.

“There was this crazy noise, I think it was a gunshot! I had to duck for cover, I thought they had come for you!” She rambled as she pulled her down the hall by her ankle, her back to the floor and her shirt riding up. “I was so worried but that was a crazy noise! I wonder where it came from!”

“Uh-huh.”

Keegan

This man is 8 kinds of caked up. His girlfriend knows it and so does he. Its not like Gaz’s relationship where only the girlfriend does the ass smacking, in Keegan’s it goes both ways.

“Hey, lovey, can you reach the cinnamon for me?”

Little did this poor man know, this was a set up. The cinnamon never ends up that high up. So when he reached, a crack echoed through the apartment.

She fell over laughing so hard at the noise it made. She curled up laughing on the floor. She almost couldn’t breath as Keegan went over to the fridge and added a tally to her side of the mini white board.

“Damn, you’re three ahead of me this month! I'm impressed. You’re getting sneakier,” he said as she gasped she was laughing so hard. “Did you even need the cinnamon?”

She shook her head and he sighed.

“Ah hell. I gotta catch up now.”

It wasn’t until after dinner when he did, sneaking one in as she was washing plates. She almost dropped the one she had been scrubbing.

Gaz

Gaz wasn't one for grabbing or smacking people's behinds, but his girlfriend was a different story—she seemed to have made a sport out of it. Every time he bent over or even when he least expected it, she was there to strike.

Soap seemed to encourage this behavior.

It was a rare sight to see Simon giggle, but this was the only time it happened.

Even Price couldn't help but stifle a laugh every time Gaz looked shocked at his girlfriend's antics.

What Gaz never mentioned was that he didn't really mind it and had never asked her to stop. There was one time when she didn't do it, and he turned around looking genuinely concerned, asking if that was how she was breaking up with him. Feeling guilty, she had to continue the act because Gaz was in on it, though the others didn't know. They enjoyed making Simon laugh so much he had to bite his mask to muffle it.

When they were drunk, she and Soap even played a game to see if Gaz could figure out who did it. Sometimes, Gaz would turn around to see his girlfriend across the bar, completely confused.

The whole situation was a hilarious secret between them, with Gaz never letting on that he was actually into it. Gaz saw no reason to let the cat out of the bag. The amused glances and hidden smirks between him and his girlfriend were their little inside joke.

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[sunghoonsslut]

Knock Down P.SH

18+ Content MDNI SMUT NSFW

Genre: PWP SMUT 18+, Boxing AU, Gym trainer AU, College setting

Pairing: (Dom)Boxer Sunghoon X (Sub)Afab Reader

 Warnings: Smut (Minor Do Not Interact), MC is Right handed, She/Her pronouns used in reference to MC, teasing, Handsy/touchy Hoon, strength kink, size kink, fingering, edging, mean hoon, public sex, unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it), handjob, Cumming inside, ridding, orgasm denial/control, Mc knows nothing about boxing (and neither does the writer), somewhat manhandling, unspecified but MC is smaller than Sunghoon, name calling (Baby, Slut, Loser), 2 thigh slaps, big dick hoon :) I THINK that’s everything?? Please lmk if you think I missed anything

WC: 10.6k (This was supposed to be a short blurb like 3k max just to slowly introduce myself cnjsdvnwvn but here we are)

Song rec: Sweat by Anthony Watts

Preview : His amused chuckle hits your ear chest vibrating against your back moving any stray flyaway hairs away from your neck “What’s got you so distracted?” He whispers into your ear breath hot against your skin, catching the way you relax into his touch, stepping back slightly, getting closer to him.

LAST WARNING PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS LIST THOROUGHLY THIS IS 18+ CONTENT

“Come on, please I don’t want to do this alone,” Your friend is begging, pulling at your sleeve and distracting you with drawn-out pleads pressing her weight on your shoulder bringing you off center and away from the pile of work in front of you.

“Since when did you want to join a gym? When I suggested it last summer you said- and I quote, ‘I get plenty of dick so there isn’t a use, when I already get my cardio in’ End quote,” You pull free of her grip, smoothing out the fabric she had bunched up with an annoyed huff turning back towards the practically blank document on your laptop.

“I know but now it’s different, we could go together! And look,” She’s shoving her phone in your face so you have no choice but to watch her screen “They're offering two free boxing lessons for new joiners, the student discount is also a blessing,” She rants off the list of appealing offers listed on the gym’s website, swiping through photos to show off the luxury areas they have and how big of a place it is with a number of tennis courts, an indoor and outdoor swimming area, boxing ring, and generalized work out sections depending on what you want to do.

You groan shoving her hand away “If I say yes will you stop bugging me so I can finish this assignment,” You cave, knowing she’d continue on like this if you didn’t agree because if there is one thing your friend is, it’s persistent as she sits back in her seat grinning from ear to ear typing away on her form, filling out her information, quiet, finally settling back into your work groove. Typing away on the computer a tedious list of unanswered questions sits on the screen dual tabs opened on the laptop with the curriculum's textbook on the other side of the questions. Scrolling through skimming the lines that blur in front of you until the oncoming headache is too much and the number of questions has at least dwindled down to a mere fourteen instead of the thirty-seven you began with.

Stretching out you close the laptop only somewhat satisfied by the dent you managed to make in your work “Finally,” She swivels her chair next to you bringing out her phone, a lengthy form staring back at you.

“Can this wait till my brain isn’t fried?” You massage at your temples blinking at her phone, too mentally drained to even begin thinking about another screen to answer questions on.

nudging you in the side hard enough to leave a bruise she stays stern “You said you’d do it, no backing out now,” You mumble out a few choice words begrudgingly taking her phone to fill out the form with your information, selecting various options with your friend propped on your shoulder watching you carefully, too tired to swat her away.

It’s going smoothly getting through about half the questions, mostly basic questions about yourself when she interrupts you with an exasperated gasp causing you to pause “What are you doing? Say yes!” Your finger hovers over the No option under the question ‘Are you interested in our boxing program (The first two lessons are free for beginners)’.

“Boxing?” You turn your head to look at her eyes narrowing on her, having never mentioned anything about wanting to try boxing in the past ten years you've known her.

“Why not, it’s free,” she clicks on the yes button for you, freshly manicured nails sounding out against the screen, selecting the Beginners option from the drop-down menu when it asks for your experience level.

You let her do it not wanting to break into another argument, slumping forward slightly “You're not going to flake on me like you did when you said we should sign up for tennis are you?” She scrolls to the next section ignoring the question you asked “See this wasn’t so bad now you just gotta put in your student information for the discount and your card information,” 

You don’t miss her attempt at deflecting, taking the phone back to fill in the remaining spots. Trying to believe she’d commit to this since it was her idea “It’s gonna be great!” She pats you on the back, ‘a fun activity for the two of you' At least that’s how you reasoned it to be only semi-hopeful with her long list of previous commitments that lasted a week tops.

——

After only three days you’re waking up to messages with excuses of why she can’t join your gym sessions with a suddenly packed schedule; study sessions, dates, sorority events, Frat parties, a lab, you name it she’s suddenly there, there being: anywhere but the gym; making it clear she has no intention to continue using her membership, leaving you to go alone. Having already paid for the first month you might as well get some use out of it. Mentally noting you’d just cancel the subscription before it charges you for the upcoming month.

Today wasn’t any different, phone vibrating in your pocket the second you entered the gym with her ‘So, SO sorry, I really can’t today, woke up sore :(’ text message making you groan clicking your phone off without bothering to reply. It didn’t necessarily come as a surprise her ditching you as she has been the last few weeks but the least she could have done was show up for the boxing lesson she essentially forced on you, especially with a confirmation email a week in advance from the instructor, Sunghoon, and her assuring you that she ‘wouldn’t miss it for the world,’ over the phone the day before.

Setting your bag down by the boxing area of the gym contemplating if you should just leave, you didn’t even want to box in the first place. Weighing your options you scroll through your feed, images of your friend at a party the night before popping up after a few random sponsored posts building up annoyance clenching your jaw swiping through a thread to see the progression of just how drunk she had gotten. The photos get progressively blurry and unfocused with each swipe, the last photo being so fuzzy it’s hard to even recognize her sitting on the lap of some frat guy making out. 

You reach for your bag deciding to leave before the instructor shows up, maybe eat a pint of ice cream and watch some dated movie that aged badly to drown out your annoyance instead of subjecting yourself to an hour of bag punching “Hey,” a voice speaks out drawing you away from your phone to glimpse up at the new voice before you can back out dropping your hand and taking in the man standing in front of you his breathtaking appearance, freshly bleached hair, pointed jawline, and beautiful beauty marks dot his face like a constellation, a constellation you could easily get lost in forever looking at.

“I think one other person is joining us so we can wait a bit to see if they’ll come,” he sets his water bottle next to your things stretching his built arms across his body as if he couldn't get more attractive. You set your head back slightly conflicted, no way you could walk out now, not without a reasonable excuse at least, and it’s not like you could say he had the wrong person with the area being completely empty aside from the two of you.

You look back at him as he’s setting things up before you find your voice “She’s not,” it comes out sounding more bitter than you intended watching the way he raises an eyebrow silently questioning how you could know that.

“I mean,” You take in a deep breath poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue trying to bite back the things you really want to say, “she’s my friend, and sent me a message saying she couldn’t make it.. sick” you backtrack explaining your reaction which softens his features.

“I see, I prefer one on one anyways, easier to focus, you’ve got my undivided attention,” he assures you, pushing his hair out of his face, eyes looking over you, in the matching workout attire you choose to wear, making sure to wear your hair out of your face as he suggested in the email silently glad that your friend canceled so he could get someone as stunning as you alone to himself.

Stretching his arms high above his head, your eyes skim over the definition of his muscles seeing how strong he is watching the faint flex of his arm eyes trailing down to where skin peeks out from where his shirt rises showing off a bit of his toned abdomen shorts hanging low enough on his hips to show the V line, making you sweat without having even started yet “Go easy on me?” voice shifting tone with nerves slightly cracking, you look back over his face, soft smile an antithesis to the rest of his body language.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to throw you around just yet,” he assures you with a wink hearing the infliction in your voice, finding it cute how nervous he makes you.

“We’ll start easy, you want to show me how you think you’re supposed to stand?” Sunghoon motions for you to take the floor and demonstrate, eyes widening at the request, suddenly even standing was a doubtful action.

Raising from where you were sitting you scratch over your neck avoiding looking at your instructor, “So, I’ve never actually boxed before…” you shuffle your weight from foot to foot trying to focus on anything else “I’ve never even watched a boxing match,” You admit, slightly embarrassed having not even looked up a youtube video for the basics in preparation.

He lets out a laugh that echoes off the empty walls of the usual lively gym deserted with classes in full swing across campus, taking a step closer to you, but keeping just enough space so you aren’t uncomfortable, “that’s okay, I don’t expect you to be able to knock me out, I’m just curious I’ll fix your stance,” uncertain you stand with your legs slightly apart and bring your fists up in front of your chest.

Encircling around you his eyes take in the way you’ve stood it feels wrong, especially under his sharp eyes analyzing you making you subconsciously straighten up as Sunghoon goes into instructor mode, “Can I touch you?” His eyes meet yours as soon as he’s done looking over you, waiting for a response before he does anything, your throat feeling hoarse “Y-yeah,” you mentally slap yourself for tripping over your words clearing your throat. Stopping behind you, you can hear his soft chuckle hit your ears, finding the little hiccup “cute,” sending a shudder through your body.

Sunghoon’s hands make contact with your waist fingers pressing in just enough to slightly indent “Okay, now are you right or left-handed?” his hands are warmer than you thought they’d be noting how they sat against your skin bigger than yours as he holds you perfectly.

“Right,” you answer still focused on the mere size difference between you both “We’re gonna bring your right leg back, a little bit wider than shoulder width,” he’s explaining breath fanning over your neck as he starts his demonstration, his left hand continues to rest on your waist, right hand trailing down and cupping your hip applying slight pressure to let you know to step back and angle yourself following his lead. Sunghoon lets you adjust to the new stance habitually rubbing your hip with his thumb as you try and focus on what he’s saying.

“That’s good, This base stance makes you appear smaller so you’re not as big of a target as for your hands you just gotta bring them up by your head and raise your shoulders…” you can’t help the way your mind drifts fixated on his hand rubbing your hip, subtly pressing harder and wondering how they’d feel elsewhere with how easily you fit in his grip hands against your body expertly, eyes falling closed, losing yourself in the feeling momentarily you breathe out a small “yeah,” mindlessly replying mid-explanation without realizing it.

Pausing his instructions the side of his lips raises “You got that then?” He stills his hands waiting for a response knowing fully well he didn’t even finish his entire explanation and you return back to what’s going on “Hm?” You let out confused blinking to yourself realizing you zoned out halfway through his directions.

His amused chuckle hits your ear chest vibrating against your back moving any stray flyaway hairs away from your neck “What’s got you so distracted?” He whispers into your ear breath hot against your skin, catching the way you relax into his touch, stepping back slightly, getting closer to him.

“Nothing, I just..” you try to think up excuses, but the only thing that comes to mind is the way Sunghoon’s muscular body feels pressed against yours, licking over your lip feeling dryer than usual now as you try and figure out what to say.

“Don’t worry it’s just the two of us, tell me what you were thinking about?” He reminds you of the empty area fingers ghosting over your side with feathering touches that feel like electricity driving you crazy.

“It’s just your hand..” You lose your train of thought momentarily when he resumes his ministrations massaging your side as if asking you to continue reminding you exactly why you interrupted him.

Nose presses up against your neck inhaling against your skin “What about my hands?” The proximity makes it difficult to focus, almost dizzying, letting your shoulders drop and relaxing into his body further feeling closer than before, head lolling to the side giving him more access, tempting to kiss over the expanse of your neck that he can reach.

You’re resisting the urge to mewl out with every move of his hands pressing into you deeper with a bruising grip while inching inwards dangerously close to your center “They-” You don’t finish your thought when the sound of someone clearing their throat sounds out against the room “Damn, hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Leaning against the entrance to the boxing area Jay watches the two of you with arms crossed gym bag hanging low off his shoulder, and a raised eyebrow, amused. Sunghoon unimpressed meets his friend's eyes from where he stands behind you looking over you once more trying to memorize the way you look under his temptation in this moment before creating some distance between you regrettably, giving his friend the side eye you’re jolted out of the almost hypnotic trance Sunghoon had on you.

“Just doing a lesson,” Sunghoon grits out annoyed with the sudden intrusion on his instruction cracking his knuckles.

“I can see that,” Jay chuckles looking over you for a second before stepping further into the gym “Hee and I are just gonna spar for a bit so don’t mind us,” He explains heading over to the practice ring in the middle of the room, hiking his gym bag up his arm.

Embarrassment rushes through your face feeling hot with emotion just with how you were acting you bury your head into a nearby punching bag “Get it together…” you mumble to yourself trying to reassure yourself it’s just a boxing lesson and shouldn’t be getting hot and bothered like this from feeling up your instructor.

“Hey it’s okay,” Sunghoon tries to reassure you, pulling you away and off the bag wanting to get back to teaching now that Jay decided to insert himself into things and make things difficult. 

Bouncing in through the door, Heeseung glances around for Jay sight landing on you and Sunghoon, eyes double taking on you. straightening up and walking towards the two of you, not even bothering to look at Jay who’s in the complete opposite direction.

You look over at the familiar figure making his way over to you as if you couldn’t get more embarrassed, Sunghoon sees the way you shy away from his friend and turns to talk to him.

“Didn’t see you guys on the schedule for using the ring,” Sunghoon explains to Heeseung who just gives him a hum more interested in talking to you.

“So, you’re taking boxing lessons?” Hee asks starting to wrap his hands almost expertly only looking down to confirm it’s in the right places but his attention seems fixated on you.

“Oh yeah, my friend signed us up for them,” You explain looking down at Heeseung’s hands with interest unsure how he was able to do that so quickly.

Sunghoon clears his throat slightly, bringing your attention back to him, eyes finding his “So you know Heeseung?” Sunghoon asks, wondering exactly how much you knew about his friend.

“Yeah, he helped me out with figuring out some of the equipment a few days ago,” you explain the memories and feelings of embarrassment flooding through you as if just a few seconds ago wasn’t bad enough.

Cursing out as you try and figure out how exactly this machine worked having just seen some guy using it not too long ago you sit in a similar position attempting to use it but nothing budging, about to give up and move on to something else, something you know, a treadmill is easy enough to navigate.

“Hey, you need to change the weight on it,” a voice explains, smiling softly and pointing to the weights on the side catching you off guard unaware someone was watching you struggle as you make eye contact with the guy to your side who must’ve been working out close by with the way his hair drips with sweat sides of his face lined with droplets water bottle in his hand.

Burying your face in your hands you shake your head “Sorry… I don’t do this a lot…” you mumble as the guy fixes up the amount of weight looking you over to try and gauge how much you could handle while also getting a better look at how pretty you are.

“Give that a try, let me know if it’s too much or if you need more,” he waits for you to use it, nodding you pull and it moves with a bit of pressure as opposed to before.

You let out a relieved sigh giving the stranger a small nod “Works great… thanks…” you pause having not caught his name as he shoots you a wink “Heeseung, anything at all don’t hesitate to ask,” he offers before running off to finish his own workout.

The brief interaction left you embarrassed hoping to never meet him again purely in the fact to not relive those memories, but as your luck happens to be it was not in your favor.

“You know me always wanting to help out the newbies,” Heeseung nudges his friend but his eyes stay transfixed on you which Sunghoon notices with a clenched jaw he rolls his eyes, “Yeah always so generous,”  he grits out unimpressed

“I’m actually really good, some would even say better than Hoon,” Heeseung gets back on the topic of boxing again making you eye between the two friends Sunghoon’s eyes roll and arms stretching out to show off his arms.

Sunghoon lets out a brief laugh shaking his head letting his hair fall in his face “Is that why I knocked you out last week?” he questions with a head tilt leaving the older to poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“What if we-” Heeseung is about to challenge his friend but doesn’t finish as Jay nudges his friend harshly in his side making a face you're unable to see but it’s enough of a signal to let the taller one know to knock it off Heeseung mouthing what looks like a ‘why?’  towards his friend.

“Okay, you think you can show me the stance?” Sunghoon steps in front of you arms crossed showing off his strong build clearly annoyed by the interruption while blocking your view of his friends forcing you to focus back on him.

It takes you a few seconds to process the question but answer with a “Sure,” trying to sound confident attempting to remember all the things he just told you, you move in slow motion bringing your right foot back and raising your shoulders upwards followed by your fists on both sides of your head looking upwards at your instructor as if asking if it was correct.

Stepping closer to you his eyes bounce from your lips to your eyes and before you can ask if it’s correct his thumb lightly grazes over your bottom lip tugging it down slightly with the motion falling to trap your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Don’t forget to tuck that chin, don’t want to hurt that pretty face,” he applies enough pressure with his thumb to have you tuck downwards to your chest, eyes never leaving yours.

“Perfect,” He approves removing his hand, making you ease up a bit letting out a breath only for him to take a step closer making you freeze up faces inches apart, “Don’t let your guard down, and always focus on your opponent,” he reminds you, laughing at the way you silently blink at him words caught in your throat.

“I’m really close aren’t I?” He points out watching the way you hum and nod “Probably shouldn’t let your opponent this close, right?” He cocks his head to the side waiting for a reply other than silence moving a section of hair away from your face to demonstrate just how close he is.

“Probably,” you try and focus on what he’s saying other than the dizzying closeness your eyes lingering on his lips and how if you leaned forward even a little yours would press against his.

“So, let me show you how to get away,” he explains moving away to better demonstrate and you can’t help but miss the close proximity swallowing your nerves and trying to remind yourself this is a boxing lesson he was just doing his job.

“You don’t want to trip so, shuffle backward, never let your legs cross, move the leg furthest back and then follow it with the other leg,” Sunghoon demonstrates shuffling back away from you a few feet then forward and back again signaling for you to demonstrate it as well. You do as he explains moving back by shuffling back foot then front foot until you’re far enough away and then switching to move back towards him easily finding the movement and reaching him.

You do the same exercise but side to side and when you’re back in front of him you stop taking a moment to look up at him and how he’s taller than you making you look up at him “That was easy,” You shrug making him tilt his head and hum.

“Oh? How about this then,” He pauses taking a few steps back before continuing “you get a head start but you have to shuffle away from me and try to not let me corner you,” He challenges “If it’s so easy,” he adds you let out a breath not meaning to challenge his instruction but you accept it waiting for his signal to start unsure how sure you are that you can evade him, your eyes meet his and he gives you a nod giving you to go ahead and just like a game of hide and seek he’s counting down.

From ten you start shuffling away from him backward trying to create enough distance it wouldn’t be too hard to get away and after what feels like less than a few seconds “Zero,” leaves his lips making you look up to see him moving forward almost too quickly shuffling your direction with ease eyes focused completely on you like his next meal.

You freeze with the progress he’s managed to make in just a few seconds causing you to fall behind as you compose yourself starting to shuffle away from him again backing up while you look at him and you go as far as you could until you’re met with cold.

Back hitting the concrete wall behind you, you panic tearing your eyes away to see your options boxing bags on both sides of you before your vision fixes back over to Sunghoon who is significantly closer with his long legs giving him an advantage with how much further he can move, reaching you a few seconds later and caging you between his arms body pressing against you as he lets out a disappointed tsk “Caught you,” he shakes his head as you let out a shocked squeal noise caught off guard.

He glances at the watch on his wrist that has a stopwatch going to see how long it would take “Fifteen seconds? Not so easy then was it?” He sounds disappointed shaking his head, you give him a half smile almost embarrassed you couldn’t last a little longer.

He stays unmoving just looking at you waiting for you to tell him to move “Probably shouldn’t let my opponents this close,” you point out nervously unsure where to rest your hands that were previously at your side.

His face is right next to yours looking at you catching the way you avoid looking directly at him as a hand comes up helping to cup your jaw turning your face to look at him cocking his head waiting on your reply, dry swallowing your anxieties now forced to give him your full attention “Probably,” his lower half is pressed into you one leg slotted between your two making the room spin as if it were still just the two of you pressed against each other pressure on your lower halves clearly affecting both of you wanting to move against his leg for anything more.

“Ah, Fuck,” A thud follows the curse making you look away and just past Sunghoon to see what the commotion was, Sunghoon peering back over his shoulder as well to see Heeseung in a headlock, courtesy of Jay. Sunghoon lets out a sigh backing away to release you.

“Let me go you asshole,” Heeseung tries to peel his friend away, Sunghoon stands with his arms crossed watching the two shaking his head at the bickering pair 

Turning towards you Sunghoon doesn’t let his voice carry leaning downwards to whisper against your ear sending chills up your spine “Things can get worse if you get cornered so just be aware of your surroundings, let's work on some basic jabs and blocks for now,” you silently agree following him over to a punching bag embarrassingly wet with arousal sticking to your underwear from him barely doing anything.

——-

God, of course, he was using the gym at the same time as you, he seemed like the only person you were running into recently. Sitting on a bench with your small weights placed in front of you, getting lost in the way his sweat-soaked shirt sticks to his skin, remembering the way he felt pressed up behind you his silk-like voice whispering against your ear. How he had you caged against him and the wall driving you insane. Now watching the way his muscles flexed with each curl of the weight in his grip wondering how easy it would be for him to just grab you and pin you up against-

“Are you just gonna keep eye fucking him?” Your friend’s voice asks in a sneer making you jump caught off guard and tearing your eyes away from Sunghoon to see her dressed in workout attire hair up and arms crossed in judgment.

Her eyes are jumping between you and Sunghoon across the gym “What the fuck?” You ask, hand over your chest at the sudden intrusion both confused and caught off guard unsure how long she’s been standing there or even how long you were watching him.

“What? Didn’t we sign up for the gym together?” She points out with an almost “Duh” sound following her statement making you scoff at the way she tried to shield blame from herself knowing fully well the shock it is to see her here.

“You haven’t been here in weeks,”  you point out crossing your arms to match her energy, still bitter, having gotten to the point you don’t even bother asking if she’ll go.

She waves her hand off playing it off as the past is the past “And I thought you were actually using the gym not just using your membership to stare at Sunghoon,” she turns the conversation to you, something she was very good at doing recently and especially to get details.

“I am using it, he was my boxing instructor,” you pick up one of your weights to demonstrate you using the gym ‘technically’.

“I know, I signed us up for him specifically,” she reminds you that she made the point of vying for boxing lessons, not that you could forget, still mad at her for ditching you, “You’re welcome,” she adds with a smile and subtle wink you don’t miss.

She proceeds to join you on the bench uncaring that you might actually want to work out and not gossip “So have you guys fucked yet? Or are you playing the long game,” she unabashed asks as if he isn’t a few feet away eyes going wide.

“He’s just my instructor,” you hiss out shushing her looking back over to Sunghoon to make sure he hasn’t suddenly appeared next to you like she summoned him or something.

“So not yet then,” she frowns adding in a “boo,” out of disappointment, she looks over at him eyes scanning over him making you more annoyed as you adjust your seat so you’re in the way of her seeing him uncaring as she catches on to your maneuver.

“If you must be so invasive, no we haven’t,”

“Well you should soon, he’s looking right at you,” She brags making you still unsure if she was trying to get a reaction out of you, giving her arm a very light punch and a nervous laugh not daring to look over too nervous she was lying like she usually does.

“Now tell me about this guy you abandoned me to go fuck,” You turn it back on her tiered of her always questioning you wanting to know the details of what her recent reason has been for avoiding the gym.

Letting out an annoyed groan she rubs over her face, “Don’t get me started on him, he’s a great kisser but he was shit at everything else, I mean how is he gonna pass out after only one round, and didn’t even make me cum?” she lets out an exacerbated sigh as she continues on about her failed attempts to find good dick, and a part of you can’t help but consider this her karma.

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“I’m sorry for crashing your plans to nail that girl,” Jay apologizes to his friend who is mid-set curling a weight, strong biceps on full display with rolled-up sleeves a group of girls by the water fountain conveniently all using it watching the two Jay taking note of a particularly cute girl but Sunghoon keeps working uncaring of his entourage.

“Yeah, you and Heeseung are like permanent cockblocks,”  Sunghoon grunts out as he completes a rep working out his frustration from the other day unable to get you in particular off his mind and the way you melted into him.

“You aren’t any better, and you didn’t exactly send a ‘hey guys I’m gonna go ahead and fuck the girl I’m supposed to be instructing,’ text,” Jay tries to argue not that it would have stopped the pair from showing up most likely feigning ignorance.

Leaning down next to his friend Jay decides to explain his reasons for bothering Sunghoon mid-set “But I just happen to have a foolproof plan,” Jay boasts eyes making their way over to a particular duo of giggling girls one happening to be you.

“This isn’t going to be like that new year's party again, is it?” Sunghoon questions skeptical of his friend remembering Jay’s last idea and just how horrible that night ended. Placing the pair of weights on the ground by his feet and letting himself have a small rest period to talk to Jay.

“That… look do you want my help or not?”

Bringing his towel up towards his face to dab the sweat that's built up on his face away “What’s this genius idea of yours?” Sunghoon muses taking in his friend’s annoyance, tipping his water bottle back to let the cool liquid fall down his throat eyes falling over to where you’re sitting across the gym, talking with another girl, laughing.

“I’ll need something from you after but…” He follows his friend’s line of sight over to you, amused. “That can come after,” Jay brings his attention back over to get into the discussion.

“Let’s do it,” Sunghoon can't stand not having you a second longer already intrigued and frustrated, eyes working their way over you not caring that your friend is watching him check you out as he listens to Jay’s plan on how exactly they would get you alone.

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Finishing up your set and wiping down your area with sanitary wipes you spot a figure walking towards you out of the corner of your eye moving out of the way so that they could use the equipment walking over to where you set your bag down. Squatting down to find the headphone case you had thrown in haphazardly.

Walking past the cleaned station without a pause making their way over to you. Looking up at the fast-approaching guy you recognize him in an instant in his black muscle tee that shows off his figure arms looking bigger than the last time you saw him, blond hair sticking to his forehead from his own workout, the inescapable Park Sunghoon.

Dabbing away droplets of sweat from your warmup you silently admire the way he manages to look so good even covered in a layer of sweat “What’s up?” You take out your headphones to hear him dropping the case back into your bag.

Looking down at you where you’re squatting down already has his mind turning “I need a practice buddy,” he points over his shoulder towards the practice ring where you’ve watched him and Heeseung go at it a couple of times, always so intimidated by the way they fought always worried one of them could actually get injured.

Going over the request in your head you can’t help the bubbling anxious feeling in your chest “Then go use Jay,” You nod your head over to the mop of Brown hair sitting and gulping down his water on a nearby bench with his head thrown back having just finished his own workout by the way his hair drips in sweat.

“I fight him all the time. I need someone different,” You give him a skeptical look, Sunghoon is a great boxer, and with only one lesson you definitely lacked skill especially to go against someone clearly as seasoned as him, this isn’t like when he was teaching you exactly.

“Don’t you need a challenge? I hardly think beating up a newbie is going to help you get better,” you shove up against the ground to your feet trying to stay resilient and not give in to him.

“Maybe I can teach you a thing or two,” he offers throwing in a “free of charge,” to entice you while dragging you by your wrists closer to the practice ring where you miss the wink Jay sends his friend followed by a thumbs up.  “Besides, there's only so much you can do with a bag, the real thing is much harder,” he persuades as if it made sense to just jump right in his thumbs rubbing against your wrist trying to soothe any nerves with a smile.

“I’ll go easy on you, don’t worry,” he assures you, seeing the hesitation drawn across your face with knit eyebrows and an apparent internal battle with yourself as you stare down at his hands holding yours doing more to send goosebumps through your whole body with memories of the last time it was just the two of you in such close proximity.

You know deep down it’s not a good idea that he probably has some ulterior motive but the way he smiles at you makes it so tempting “Look it’s just us here anyways so no one will even see when you lose,” you look over to where Jay was sitting noting his spot now empty looking up at Sunghoon giving a slight nod of affirmation sealing your fate as he perks up practically dragging you over to where they keep some of the spare boxing equipment.

“You better go easy on me,” you warn, grabbing at the pair of gloves that fit you, Sunghoon’s hand on the small of your back drags your mind away from boxing momentarily almost dropping the gloves.

His laugh fills your senses looking up to watch his smile overtake his face “I just want to help you out,” he walks over to his own bag to pick out his personal gloves. Sliding on the gloves you nervously glance over to where Sunghoon is setting up watching when he lifts his shirt up slightly to wipe off some of the sweat that had stuck to his forehead giving you a better look at his toned muscular stomach hard abs shining in sweat caught up in a daze before he drops his shirt watching the way you stare at him flexing his arms to show off how hard he’d been working. When you’re finally done thirsting over your opponent you close your eyes tight trying to picture anything other than Sunghoon’s gorgeous body, thighs rubbing together out of habit.

“You ready?” He’s in front of you when you open your eyes, stretching an arm across his body, muscles flexing with the move as you stumble over your words.

When you do manage to get out an actual answer he’s helping you into the ring plastic mat cool under your bare feet.

As soon as you step into the box his entire demeanor changes he’s watching you like a tiger prepared for your moves like you’re the latest prey. Yeah, you fucked up, You gulp down the nerves stepping closer which he doesn’t show concern from as you bring your fists up, chin tucked just like he taught you.

“Bring your leg back, remember?” Sunghoon points out so you can adjust before you start, your foot goes back angling yourself just like Sunghoon had taught you nerves already getting to you.

“Ready?” He asks tilting his head before taking a similar stance, you gulp down giving the tiniest “yeah,” and just like that it starts, you stay unmoving waiting to see what his first move will be not wanting to be the catalyst that starts it too nervous to throw the first punch, he starts by moving around the outer part of the ring, you following his lead stepping, in turn, shorter legs moving around closer to the center to keep your distance almost too focused on your legs and not tripping and just moving that when he’s moved forward and is now in front of you it catches you off guard.

Sending one of your firsts forward he expertly blocks it, returning it with his own unexpected punch that lands as you wince at the action rubbing at the spot on your arm where he hit. “Don’t let up now,” he reminds you right when he sends another punch your way, and before you can react he’s hitting you in the chest gearing up for another punch that you’re luckily able to block, letting out an annoyed huff taking a shuffle back “Good block,” he’s quick to praise before shuffling forward, longer strides making him closer than previously as you land a punch on his arm that has no effect on him and makes you stumble more than anything. 

Recentering yourself and getting your footing he takes the opportunity to punch your side lightly, never fully using his strength, still letting out a groan instinctively going to rub it but before you know it he’s shuffling forward, so close that out of shock, you step back, feet colliding together tripping yourself and sending you backward hitting the mat you can feel the air leave your lungs trying to gasp a breath down at the impact.

Sunghoon wastes no time in shedding his gloves throwing them to the side before he’s on top of you pinning you down on the ground too easily only using one of his hands to hold the two of yours down at the wrists above your head while you just attempt to regain your breath from the hit chest moving up and down with each struggling breath gasping for air with his weight on top of you, not completely but enough to restrict the airflow.

“Get off… of me,” you’re finally able to huff out between heavy inhales his body which is slotted in between your legs and on top of you is restricting your already struggling airflow, attempting to pull your hands downwards and free only for his grip to tighten keeping you still, a satisfied smile covering his face enjoying the way you struggle against his strength.

“Are you okay?” It’s an odd question considering that he’s the reason for your struggling on and off the mat, and in any other circumstance it would be a sweet gesture but not right in this moment “I’ll be better once you let me go,” 

You let out a high-pitched frustrated whine struggling to get free, a sound, Sunghoon enjoys a little too much with an increasingly hard situation forming in his shorts you attempt to pull your arms down once again before trying to push up off the mat which is impossible, as your hips meet his keeping you down, Sunghoon has to hold back from moaning at the movement. “What happened to going easy on me?” You pout still trying to get your hands free bulky gloves not helping unable to grip anything so with no luck you lay there under him limply.

“I was,” he wipes the loose strands of hair out of your face with his free hand subtly tracing over your features with every brush showing no signs that he’s tired. You scoff at the claim hints of the strawberry smoothie you had earlier still on your breath which hits Sunghoon’s nose. 

“Since when did this turn into wrestling?” You attempt to push up but his body keeps you in place pressing against his “Since you lasted a minute at most,” he estimates letting you struggle against him rutting up to try and push him off only doing more to make him hard every push forward as he keeps you grounded under him.

You resort to wrapping your legs around his waist for any kind of leverage trying to move him by shifting all your weight side to side without any luck the only thing you’re doing is grinding against Sunghoon’s lower half forcing him to release a low grunt with the stimulation you’re providing, “What do I have to do for you to get off of me,” you give in, laying your head back against the mat in defeat, tired of fighting, wasting the little strength you do have, it’s clearly having no effect on him as he’s not even breathing heavily.

“I have a couple of ideas,” his free hand moves to play with the band of your shorts making you gulp down your throat going dry “If you’re up to it, of course,” he presses down on you further with his hips boner evident as soon as he rolls his hips against yours making you realize exactly what you did in your struggle to get free.

A choked gasp leaves your lips eyes widened looking down between the two of you noticing the evident hard-on he’s developed straining against the front of his gym shorts slowly raising your eyes and meeting his playful gaze “What do you say?” Face leaning in closer to yours, noses now brushing against each other.

A ping of worry hugs your chest “What if someone walks in?” You can’t help but be anxious letting your head fall to the side attempting to glance over at the double doors, vision obscured by a pillar.

Sunghoon cups your jaw bringing your face forward towards him so you have to look at him “Don’t worry, Jay’s making sure no one comes in,” he assures you a droplet of sweat landing on your forehead as he holds your face straight.

“He’s in on this?” If you could hit him in the chest, you would but with your hands tied up at the moment all you’re able to do is look at him dumbfounded, mouth slightly agape blinking up at him.

“Yeah, told him I’d let him beat me to impress this cam girl he’s been obsessing over, so what do you say?” his mouth hovers above yours, lips tempting you.

You can’t deny the way he makes your hormones go haywire with even the slightest proximity and how often he’s been circling around your brain recently especially late at night in your room with nothing but your fingers to satisfy you “Aren’t you curious?” he shoves into you again, any apprehensive thoughts leaving your mind hot breath over your lips.

“Fuck it,” you concede leaning upwards to press your lips to his, difficult with your hands above your head but he presses back forcing you back sandwiched between himself and the mat, lips crashing into yours with haste, working his hands to get the boxing gloves off your hands as you feel lost in his lips working expertly against yours, tongue pressing into your mouth for more, it’s intoxicating letting him take control his lips working with desperation over yours.

Shoving the gloves off you roll your wrists adjusting to the new freedom, Sunghoon’s hands instantly start traveling down your body squeezing occasionally over your curves hands pressing your hips down with a bruising grip keeping you in place and letting you know he’s still running the show.

With free hands you sneak them under his shirt curious touch moving over his abdomen, tracing over every dip and defined line of his abdominal muscles counting as his shirt raises the higher your touch goes forcing him to break the kiss and throw it off for you to admire the body you’ve only gotten teasing peeks at up until now, he’s towering over you straddling your lap “Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you’ve been staring at me, begging like a slut for me to fuck you,” You mindlessly nod biting your lower lip to hide the embarrassing whine you want to let out, reaching out to feel him again, before you can he’s fast to capture your wrists pinning them next to your body making you struggle again wiggling to try and get free and feel him again.

“Wait your turn,” he reminds you that he’s still got the upper hand kissing over your neck painfully agonizing taking his time.

Making his way downwards peppering kisses along your collarbone until he meets the top of your bra eyes fixated on yours maintaining eye contact “Keep your hands off,” he pauses kissing over the top of the bra you’re wearing “Until I get this off,” You let out a frustrated whine but obliged his request nodding, not trusting your voice, letting up his grip on your wrists you resist the temptation to cling to him taking in a deep inhale chest rising looking all the more enticing kissing over the fabric and around, driving you crazy with each avoiding move you distract yourself by tugging your shorts down partially, trying to give your hands something to do until he gives you what you want.

Finally, his hand is pulling at the zipper in front, grateful you chose to wear a sports bra with easy access. It feels like forever as he unveils more of your chest until you feel the fabric separate, cold air from the air conditioner blasting hitting your chest making you shudder. a low groan from Sunghoon “fuck you’re perfect,” follows as he’s quick to make contact with your chest lips wrapping around one breast making you mewl out eyes shutting struggling to shrug off the fabric arching upwards towards him assisting only by lifting your back upwards closer to him and his mouth making you whimper.

As soon as your bra is shoved off your needy touch clings to him, like honey you’re a fly trapped in his presence grabbing onto his broad shoulders his tongue swirling over the hard bud making you moan out loudly, bouncing off the walls of the empty area. Core dripping with arousal rutting against his thigh subtly to try and get more relief, impatient, not going unnoticed by him.

Releasing your breast with a pop he shoves the shorts you got half off all the way down with one strong yank “What were you saying about my hands the other day?” He asks, kissing up your jaw to your ear fingers ghosting over your clothed core in a teasing manner making you shudder with anticipation.

“Mmmm, they feel so nice,” you recall the moments before you got interrupted, overwhelming thoughts now coming true better than you imagined.

“They do?” He presses down against the fabric of your underwear, feeling how wet you’ve already got them, hips bucking up for more pressure making you whimper “You’re soaked,” he remarks letting your head nod yes “for you,” you desperately breathe out needing more pushing your underwear deeper seeping in your desire.

You’re groaning out at the teasing wanting him to do something about to whine out for more before you feel him pulling your underwear to the side he can feel exactly how slicked up you’ve gotten two fingers teasing your folds purposefully ghosting over your clit until you let out a loud complaint “Please Hoon!” You beg, trying to buck your hips for just a little more, Sunghoon’s low laugh hitting your ears, “Please what? Sluts know what they want.” He stills his movements completely making you cry out, pathetic over Sunghoon.

“Your fingers, Please, Please, need them in- '' You moan out when you feel him press two digits in, arching upwards sound of your skin lifting up off the mat previously stuck to it from the mixture of heat and sweat. Starting at an agonizingly slow pace working his fingers in and out of you listening to the way you let out pathetic noises pulling his fingers almost fully out before sinking back into your heat occasionally spreading his fingers out for more of an impact “More, please, Hoon, I need more,” giving into your begs he changes up to a brutal pace, fingers moving in and out quicker than you can register thumb moving over your clit making you let out incoherent babbles he knows exactly what he’s doing watching the way you turn into a puddle under him letting out pretty high pitched noises.

Curling his fingers to hit different areas you’re a mess, wet noises sounding out with every press inward trying to contain your high mouth biting down on his shoulder, you practically yell out when he finds your sweet spot, “Right there,” he angles his fingers to hit that spot repeatedly you’re squeezing down on his fingers with a vice “Gonna cum-” you mumble out against his neck your mind going fuzzy begging to reach that familiar high which is so close a series of whimpers leaving your mouth until the minute he retracts his fingers making you curse out “no, no, no Stop playing with me,” You’re pathetic begging dripping in sweat desperate for him to let you win arousal leaking out onto the mat under you, lips grazing over yours looking into his eyes with the most pleading look you can muster your nails dig into his back.

He presses his lips to yours for a brief kiss before he’s speaking against your mouth “Losers don’t get to cum before me,” He points out taking no pity on you with a jutted-out lip gripping onto his back, nails probably leaving marks as you nod “Take your prize then” your hand wanderers downwards between you both pausing over the evident bulge straining against the fabric of his shorts your finger trails over it teasing him as he did you while sizing up just how big he is gulping down. “Open,” Sunghoon tells you watching the way you almost instantly open your mouth, the fingers he had just taken out of you pushing into your mouth for you to lick clean of your own arousal. Starting to palm over the fabric making him curse out lowly when you squeeze over the base unsteady breaths leaving his lips as he watches the way you move your hand over his underwear working up a pace, strokes getting progressively quicker while sucking on his fingers at the same time, it feels sinful. 

“Keep going,” he encourages hissing out when you slip your cold hand into the material wanting to feel him completely, heavy in your hand and warm you work over him. He’s bigger than you thought as you tease his tip where precum is leaking out making him throw his head back a low groan leaves his mouth, muscles tensing, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth dripping in saliva.

Hand wrapping around your wrist to still your movements looking up at Sunghoon, raising an eyebrow at him “Why do you want me to stop?” You question, face coming closer to yours  “Because I want to see you ride me,” he pulls your hand out of his pants wanting to avoid cumming in his pants before he even gets to feel you.

Pushing his shorts and boxers down in one movement, letting his dick hard and aching for release rest against your stomach making you gulp down seeing the mere size you let out a whimper satisfying him as he lets out a soft chuckle, “Not even in you yet and you’re making all these noises.” he taunts pulling your underwear that wasn’t even coving your core off to join his.

“You can take it, be my good little slut,” he kisses the tip of your nose dick pressing against your stomach showing you just how deep he’s going to be in you making you clench around nothing but needing him “You’re so big,”.

Maneuvering the two of you so that you’re on his lap straddling him “Show me you can take it,”. You grind down on him which elicits a moan as you smile to yourself before positioning his dick at your entrance slowly taking your time to sink down on him as you moan directly into his ear while he starts to suck on your neck. He bucks his hips up ever so slightly on purpose making you let out another surprise moan.

“Fuck Sunghoon, you’re huge” you pant out holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself and prepare yourself already squeezing down on him barely halfway in. Hands gripping your hips he uses his thumbs to rub soothingly against your skin trying his best not to fuck you from below.

He watched the way your face contorts gasping out with every inch eyes squeezing shut in preparation “Pussy keeps sucking me in asking for more,” He eyes stay trained on where the two of you meet watching the way he’s almost fully inside feeling the way you squeeze down on him, it’s addictive.

“Almost there,” he’s impatient wanting to let you adjust but his hips jump up and he’s fully sheathed inside of you making you gasp out at the deepness hugging onto his shoulders to steady yourself resting your forehead against his.

He’s rubbing at your side smiling “wanna see you bounce,” he says after giving you a few seconds to adjust still squeezing him tightly still shocked at the way you managed to take him all.

He’s assisting you with small movements starting with rocking up and down “Just like that baby,” he lets you take over the movement feeling the way you wrap around him when he fills you up, you’re moving up and down more still trying to work up a quicker pace.

It’s not like you’ve never ridden anyone before but it’s been a while and never anyone nearly as big as Sunghoon who seems to be reaching new places inside of you.

You keep your small bounces Sunghoon’s hips moving up to meet yours making you clench down hard letting out a noise that’s somewhere between shock and pleasure, a sound Sunghoon only wishes he could record and replay over and over.

“Making me do all the work? Come on baby show me how much you want it,” you don’t fight him as you just continue to bounce on his cock working yourself up higher before coming down you can feel yourself starting to sweat, legs wobbly as you continue your movements rising and falling working you both up.

Sunghoon whispers words of approval reveling in the feeling of you and how deep he presses into you tightness engulfing him in pleasure. You’re caught off guard when you feel his lips wrap around one of your buds making you stall your hips stilling momentarily trying to focus on Sunghoon. A sharp sting on your thigh follows making you hiss out at the pain, a part of you loves it though squeezing down on him with the sensation.

He lets out a curse at the feeling head falling back slightly “Keep going,” he soothes over the spot he slapped as lightly as he can frustration building as you start to bounce struggling to build up a rhythm again.

“You can do better than that,” he encourages hands resting on your waist assisting you to ride him, taking him deeper and faster as you shake your head no with a choked-out sound with your hands on his shoulders trying to use him as leverage to bounce.

Hips jumping up to meet yours he impatiently fucks up into you, your legs shaking with every bounce “Going to have to work those legs out more,” he makes note eyes watching the way your bodies connect taking him, getting sloppy with louder whines “Please Hoon, I can’t” you’re begging for mercy  head shaking that you can’t keep up.

“You’re not going to like it very much when I’m pinning you down again making sure you can’t touch me,” he grunts out with a particularly rough up movement making you release a choked-out noise legs on the verge of giving up on you hips stalling once again.

Slowing down you shake your head “Sure Sung-“You’re caught off guard when he follows through with the threat hands previously on your waist sliding down looping under your thighs swiftly changing up the position so you’re roughly knocked back onto your back with your legs pressed up against your chest Sunghoon still inside you maybe even deeper with the change-up.

“-Hoon!“ you gasp out a breath, air knocked out from the sudden impact saying he took your breath away, literally, was an understatement. Struggling to catch your breath his hips start to move again not leaving you any time to adjust as he’s almost pulling out completely before plunging back in making you feel the full effect of him gasping out. Catching your breath his pace is faster with one leg over his shoulder you try and find something to grip onto, but nothing is available pushing you deeper into the mat with every stroke.

“Don’t test me, this is what you wanted,” he grits out continuing to fuck you out of breath heavy breathing filling the air your hands finding purchase on his back arching up with a cry “Feel so good, so full, Please Hoon-” your eyes try and focus on his face and the intensity of his eyes drinking you up as he fucks into you eyebrows knit and a vein along his neck protruding.

Sunghoon’s fingers find their way to your clit applying barely any pressure having you react  hips jumping forward and clenching around him harder with a loud gasp “fuck just like that, begging for me,” He moans lips attaching to your neck sucking over the skin adding to the sensitivity you’re feeling only adding to the build-up feeling yourself coming closer hands falling down to his arms holding onto him.

“Please, Hoon!” Your nails dig into his bicep surely leaving a mark for him to see later as you’re inching closer to your release applying more pressure every bit more making your mind fuzzy with pleads and begs.

“I-Mmmm,” you feel the words get lost in your throat but he can tell what you want to say with the way you’re squeezing down on him impossibly hard making him work extra to fuck you through it droplets of sweat building across his brow.

“Wait,” he warns voice deep you are practically in tears trying to hold off your release shaking your head no mumbling out incoherent words begging for him to let you cum knowing that the tears would start if you attempt to hold off any longer.

You’re shaking your head with rough breaths “Please please please, it’s too good, can't hold it,” and you can't as you snap before he allows you to letting your release wash over you as Sunghoon is fucking you through your orgasm hips crashing into yours thrusts getting sloppy before he presses fully flush against your hips emptying his balls and cumming with shallow breaths.

Neither of you speaks for a moment too intense, trying to catch your breath and come down from both your highs staying as you both ended the only sounds are from both of you breathing and hearts pumping and pounding in your ear slowly subsiding, “Fuck,” is the first thing you say earning a small laugh from your instructor who pushes his hair out of his face to look at you better before he lightly slaps your thigh making you jump still sensitive, “That’s for cumming before me, loser,” He slowly slides out of you hissing out at the feeling.

Legs still shaky after your previous orgasm Sunghoon watches the way his cum spills out of you down your thigh onto the mat below as he takes a finger pressing some of his releases back into you making you whine out still sensitive. “Couldn’t help it, you’re too good,” You try and sit up groaning at the soreness you can already feel laying back down.

“Fuck Hoon,” You’re able to get out head falling to the side to look at him.

“So you want a round two then?” he cocks his head to the side smiling so you can see both his canines' lines of sweat framing the side of his face

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This was my first time kinda publishing smut so go easy on me thx XOXO -SunghoonsSlut

Also have never boxed before in my life 💀 and have had this in the drafts since like September so if it flops pretend you never saw this because I’ve just been up and down with my motivation with writing this one 😬

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[rainylana]

“Yeah.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: eddie calls reader a b*tch

warnings: language, angst, tears.

a/n: i know these past fics have been short, i’m sorry, but i’m still trying my hand at getting back into this! they’ll get longer, i promise! feedback is appreciate!! :)

Eddie was not in a good mood. You knew this the moment you saw him through the window of his van when he came to pick you up for school. He ranted all morning about how he needed money for new tires, money he didn’t have. Work was cutting him hours and he couldn’t afford it. He was tired of not having money, tired of not getting what he wanted. He was having a damn bad day.

And of course, you listened graciously, but after four hours of watching him sulk in class and be a dick to his friends, it was starting to take it’s toll. He was pouting and you understood why. He came from a poor family and he wouldn’t let you help out financially in anyway whatsoever, no matter how hard you begged. You didn’t want to seem rude and make his bad day seem unappreciated or invalid, but he was treating his friends, and you, poorly to a degree. Not so much you.

Lunch was almost unbearable. Everyone walked on eggshells. Eddie was one of the most dramatic people on the face of the earth and everyone had to suffer for it. Hours past and he’d taken you home from school. Your plan was to go over to his house for a movie night, hoping that a few hours apart would help him settle down and cool off. It done no good. He was absolutely enraged when you got there. The hood of his van was up, smoke flying overhead and his dark curls pulled up away from his face. You didn’t even really know what was wrong with it. It didn’t make sense when he told you. Cars were his detail.

Dinner was no change. You sat and listened to him complain about how none of the guy’s were apparently taking the new campaign seriously. He had a hole in his last pair of good jeans. You felt guilty being annoyed by this, but he hadn’t once asked you how your day was or even kissed you! You were going to loose your mind. Without thinking, you snapped.

“Oh, my god!” You wailed, throwing your silverware down. “Jesus, christ, Eddie, take a breath!”

His eyes were round and wide. “Pardon me?”

You took a breath yourself, forcing yourself to not snap and say something you’d regret. You placed your elbows on the table and rubbed your face. “Baby, I’m sorry you’re having such a bad day, but holy shit you’ve not stopped talking for one second!” You really did have a pounding headache. “You’ve been talking about money all day! Can’t we just have a change of topic, please.”

He looked taken back. Shocked. “Oh, I see. It’s all gotta be bout you, right? Fucking forgive me for having a bad day!” He threw down his fist, clinking the dinnerware together.

“That’s not what I’m saying, Eddie.” You sighed tiredly. “I’m saying that you’ve not acknowledged me at all today. You’ve not kissed me or asked how my day was. I’m sorry you’re stressed out about money, but you’ve been taking it out one everyone, Eddie. You need to calm down.”

His eyes narrowed into slits. “Calm down? Well, last time I checked you were living in a grand castle on daddy’s money, right? You have no idea the kind of shit Wayne and I have to got through to make ends meet, y/n.” He stood abruptly and yanked open the fridge for a beer.

“Hey,” You raised your voice. “I’m not trying to belittle you, Eddie. All I’m saying is that you don’t need to take your frustration out on everyone, out on me. I’m sorry I snapped at you, okay-”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” He took a long swig after he threw the tab in the sink. “You’re my girlfriend! You’re supposed to be supportive and shit. Only thing you’re being is a bitch.” He sneered like a snake, pointing at you like you were his worst enemy.

Your face dropped at the curse, and as stupid as it felt, your heart sank. Eddie had never said anything like that to you before. Your face burned red and the room got eerily quiet. You felt your eyes immediately blur with tears of embarrassment and humiliation. You had tried to help him, offer solutions. You tried to lend a hand, offer him money and look for jobs in the newspaper at lunch. He acknowledged none of this.

You bit your lip to keep from crying, a lump building in your throat that made you feel sick. You had your head turned to the wall so he wouldn’t see you, but you couldn’t keep it in. You let out a quiet sob, tears falling down your face as you looked down. Your face was red hot, and you brought up your hand to your chest. “I’m sorry, Eddie,” You cried. “I’ve been t-trying to help, I-” Your voice broke and you couldn’t speak as tears escaped, your face twisting into tears. You sat there and cried for a few minutes before you felt the seat dip next to you.

“Hey,” His voice cooed softly, turning your shoulder to pull you toward him. You allowed him to, and you looked eyes briefly before climbing into his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso, your feet dangling off the bench. Your arms were tight around his neck, your face buried in his shirt where you sniffled. He smelled of cologne and dirt.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, voice low and sad. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He rubbed your back up and down, kissing the side of your head when you let out a whimper.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” You said tearfully, holding him like a teddy bear. “I wish you didn’t have to worry about money.”

You felt him sigh heavily. “It’s okay. I got the most important thing in the world right here with me.” He pulled you away so he could look up at you. His eyes were brown and full, his lips pulled into a frown at your tear stricken face. He took his thumbs and wiped them. “I’m sorry I called you that. You know I didn’t mean it, right? You know I didn’t.”

You nodded slowly, wiping your nose with your hand. “Yeah.” You creaked.

He tapped your chin. “Yeah.” Then your nose and to wipe away another tear. He leaned up to plant a tiny kiss on your lips, then one on the corner of your mouth. You leaned down to kiss back, deepening it with your tongue and a hand locking in his curls. Your noses pressed together like puzzle pieces. Perfectly fit.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson blurb

[ghouljams]

It's my birthday so I've been in that mood where I imagine the cod boys celebrating their b-day, and as I am absolutely obsessed with fae!Keegan Angel and their baby, I've just been thinking about the little monster asking Angel about if their daddy has a birthday since both of them have ones they celebrate, and since Angel has no fucking idea how fae birthdays work or how fae even get born in the first place I imagine she and the baby would just choose a day and throw Keegan a surprise party just because (he would tear up, but will never admit to it)

I love that it has just been decided she's called Angel, I have had no hand in this. This idea though... so cute, absolutely divine, I'm eating it up. Sorry this is a day late, Tumblr stopped letting me edit :)

"Ah ah!" You yell, racing to push Keegan away from the fridge. He freezes, startled by your sudden exclamation, and lets you move him away from the fridge. "Let me get it for you," you offer casually, barely cracking the door to fish around for a soda water. Keegan watches you struggle with a raised brow, unwilling to help after your little outburst. You grab one of the cans and hand it to him triumphantly.

He pops the tab and eyes you with clear suspicion. "Somethin' you wanna share angel?" He asks when you don't come right out with it. You shake your head and he shrugs. "I'll just ask the little monster," he tells you, turning to go find your child.

"Don't!" You grab his arm to try and keep him in the kitchen, he looks at you again with more concern, "Please," you beg, "They're- you know they can't keep secrets from you and they're so excited."

Keegan smiles, his eyes soft. He pulls his hand from your grip and cups your face. "Fine," he relents, "but you can't keep me outta the fridge forever."

"Not forever," you promise him, "you can have it back tomorrow." You think for a second, "tomorrow afternoon."

"You're making breakfast then?" You nod, Keegan gives your cheek a light, affectionate, pat. "Alright then, tomorrow afternoon."

-

You wake him up with a kiss in the morning, gentle and imploring. He's always slow to wake up, but you find this method works best for these sort of slow mornings. Keegan stirs enough to wrap an arm around you and attempt to drag you back into bed, something that makes you laugh and push at his hold until he rolls over to check his phone.

"Fuck me," he groans, "s'that late already? Thought you'd be at work by now."

You shake your head, "Took the day off." He hums, rubbing some sleep from his eyes.

"What's the occasion? I'm not missin' an anniversary am I?"

Another shake of your head. "I will let your monster answer that."

"My monster," Keegan grumbles, pushing himself to sit up against the headboard, "thought they were our monster." You laugh and tug the bedroom door open. You child strikes a pose, their fingers tightly gripping the strings on a handful of balloons. Keegan snorts and they shoot like a bullet towards him, clamoring onto the beg with a loud,

"Happy birthday!"

"Birthday!" Keegan grabs the kid around their tummy and pulls them close to kiss their cheek as the shriek and squirm, "Thank you buddy." You can almost see the little golden glow between their chests, the excited plucking of your child's fingers at the air between them pulling new warmth into the room. Keegan holds a hand out to you, and you walk over to let him pull you against his side. "I didn't know it was my birthday," he smiles up at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"They asked," you glance down at where your child is gleefully attempting to pull a crumpled card out of their pocket, "and I figured we're far enough into the season-"

"Season?" Keegan squeezes your hip and looks back at your child, "what a clever thing your mommy is now that she's got all the pieces to the puzzle."

"It is Spring, right?" You pluck nervously at the cotton tee he's wearing. You child chatters away on his lap, pointing out who is who on their card.

"Baby season," he agrees, taking the card from the kid to look over the hand drawn illustrations, "about time to start trying for another."

"Is there a time for that, for you?" You joke, and Keegan gives you such a serious look you can't help the spare giggles that slip out before he smiles and shakes his head.

"You got me all year baby," He tugs you down to kiss him, his head tipped back as you lean down, "but I want a whole team of these things." He tells you when you pull away. A tiny hand pushes at your face and you grab you kid's hand and kiss their fingers with a smile.

"Probably a good time to start trying then," You lift your child off of Keegan's lap and up into your arms to rest against your hip. Keegan hums, his fingers dragging against your hip as you bounce the kid. You'll save the positive test you took for later, when you can properly celebrate without your first born interrupting.

#i think keegan is an aries #try to tell me im wrong im not #cod x reader #x reader #mom!reader #x f!reader #f!reader #keegan x reader #keegan ghosts #keegan russ #cod keegan #keegan p russ #fae!keegan #also im naming the kid Ainsley #oc: Ainsley Russ #congrats to keegan for once again getting his darling pregnant

[shaykappa]

Favourite/Funniest Lines From Six of Crows

"I am a businessman," he 'd told her. "No more, no less." "You are a thief, Kaz." "Isn't that what I just said?"

"I like it when men beg, but this isn't the time."

"Go tell your general to keep the Black Tips out of Fifth Harbor and that we expect him to make amends for the shipment of jurda we lost, plus five percent for drawing steel on neutral ground and five percent more for being such a spectacular bunch of asses."

"Oh, it's worse than that, Van Eck. If I fail, I don't get paid."

"Really, Jesper? If I want to watch men dig holes to fall into, I 'll find myself a cemetery."

"Please, my darling Inej, treasure of my heart, won't you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?"

"I had a question. About your mother and whether the rumors are true."

"I won't trust you to tie my shoes without stealing the laces, Kaz."

"You wouldn't know a good time if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth."

"Also the proper way to fold a napkin and dance a minute. Oh and you can play the flute. Marketable skills, merchling. Marketed skills." "No one dances the minuet anymore."

"What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?" "Knife to the throat?" "Gun to the back?" "Poison in his cup?" "You are all horrible."

"Moose is probably your native tongue."

"I don't need a nursemaid." "More like a chaperone, but if you want him to wash your nappies and tuck you in at night that's your business."

"I am glad I am bleeding all over your shirt." "I'll put it in your tab."

"Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I 'm going to get Wylan's ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost." Brekker's lips quirked. "I 'll just hire Matthias's ghost to kick your ghost's ass." "My ghost won't associate with your ghost." Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.

"I am going to pay someone to burn my kruge for me." "Why don't you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That's what the big players do." "You know what the really big bosses do? They pay someone to pay someone to..."

"Wake up you miserable lump of muscle."

"It's not natural for women to fight." "It's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet, there you stand."

"Just flip it open to the back." "So?" "Hold it up so we don't have to look at your ugly face."

"And I can tell you 've never given thought to your haircut."

"Nina is everything you say. It's too much." "Mmm, maybe you are just not enough."

"Well, we've managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. We 're either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breath air."

"What is he doing?" "Performing an ancient Zemeni ritual." "Really?" "No."

"Saints" he said. "That bad?" "No, you just have really ugly feet."

"If any of you survive, make sure I have an open casket. The world deserves a few more moments with this face."

"How do we cross? I don't see anything." "Because you are not worthy." "I am also not nearsighted. There's nothing there."

"Yes I know, then a tree tells you the secret handshake."

"If only you could to girls in equations." "Just girls?" "No, not just girls."

Djel says you're a fanatic, drunk on your own power. Come back next year.

They are in trouble. Or you were dead wrong about Matthias, and you are about to pay for all of those talking tree jokes.

"I. Should. Let. You. Die."

"Behave or Nina Zenik will get you?" "Well, I do like the sound of that."

"Son of a bitch." "What is it, boss?" Rollins held up his watch chain. A turnip was hanging from the fob where his diamond-studded timepiece should have been. "That little bastar-" Then a thought came to him. He reached for his wallet. It was gone. So was his tie pin, the Kaelish coin pendant he wore for luck and the gold buckles in his shoes. Rollins wondered if he should check the fillings in his teeth. "He picked your pocket?" No one got one over Pekka Rollins. No one dared. But Brekker had, and Rollins wondered if that was just the beginning.

#soc #six of crows #best lines #kaz brekker #kaz rietveld #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan van eck #wylan van sunshine #wylan hendriks #matthias helvar #jesper x wylan #kaz x inej #nina x matthias

[multifariousqueer]

PLEASE DO A JEALOUS SHURI X READER IM BEGGING YOU

OFC LOVE <333

If you like this request, don't hesitate to request something of your own❤️

Warnings: Suggestive language, implied explicit activities, stalking if you squint, Shuri not giving you enough attention, talking to someone else.

"Griot I need you to run calculations on the previous sample of vibranium and my brother's DNA" Shuri spoke

Shuri had been cooped up in her lab for the past 3 days. You brought her down food and kept her company but you still missed her. You knew that recreating the heart-shaped herb was important to her and after her brother's death, you learned to just let her do whatever she wanted. Still, you missed her cuddling you and the jaw kisses she would give you when you went to sleep.

"Yes, princess. It appears that Y/n is on her way to see you." The AI replied

Shuri sighed and continued on her work. You walked in the sterile elevator and before you knew it, you were in her lab.

"Hey babe" You said.

"Hello, Y/n." Shuri replied coldly.

"What's wrong?" You asked. Shuri rarely spoke to you like this so the sudden change really took you aback.

"Nothing. I'm working right now." Shuri replied

"You've been working for the past 3 days." You murmured.

"For your information, Y/n; the world doesn't revolve around you and Wakanda needs new technology so if you can't help building or calculating, you can see your way out." She said as she ushered you out.

"ok." You replied as you left.

Shuri immediately felt bad for coming off so harsh. You both know that Shuri has tendencies to come off harsh and be rude and in the last few months, it's been happening more often. She would apologize to you and you'd accept and the cycle would repeat.

🌸🌸🌸

You had decided to go on a walk around Wakanda and look at your phone, you realized you hadn't checked it all morning and you thought it would be a good excuse to take pictures. You opened Instagram and you saw that you had a DM from your ex boyfriend.

"Hey" The message read

"Hey?" You replied back. You were confused as to why he decided to reach out after all this time, but hey maybe it was the universe's way of telling you something.

He replied instantly and it caught you off guard.

"You in town?"

"Not currently." You replied, it was kinda fun, you suddenly felt like you were in a time machine.

"Lmk when you are." The message read.

You looked around before replying.

"I will." You replied. He saw the message instantly and the three bubbles came up; you were expecting him to say something but he didn't.

You quickened your pace into a jog and went back to the palace. When you got there, you went to shower and clean up.

When you left the shower, you saw Shuri sitting on your bed. You jumped a bit because you hadn't seen her out of her lab in so long.

"Oh! Hey babe." You said a bit shocked.

"Who's Y/c/n(your crush's name) and why is he asking you when you're in town?" She asked firmly.

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

"Don't lie to me, Y/n. I know that he texted you at 8:27 AM today and you replied." She interrogated

"Jeez who are you the FBI? Plus, he's just a friend, I feel nothing for him. I replied because I felt like it and why are you stalking my messages?" You clapped back

"Y/n I keep tabs on you just to make sure that you're safe and I don't want him to talk to you or you to talk to him." Shuri replied.

"Last time I checked, you're not my mom so I don't need you policing me. And where was this mindset 3 days ago or even 3 hours ago when you told me to get out of your lab?" You said.

"First of all, that's not what you said last night. Second of all, I am under a lot of stress right now but I still love you and I'm sorry that I yelled at you; I know that it was wrong and I'm truly sorry that I've been neglecting you for the past few days. It won't happen again." Shuri promised.

"Good. It better not." You said. You embraced her and she hugged you back as tight as possible.

"So you feel nothing for him anymore, right?" Shuri asked.

"Not a thing." You said.

"Good. Know you can block him forever and never speak to him again." Shuri said.

"Is that jealousy I hear?" You asked

"What? No. I just don't want you giving attention to that thing." She replied.

"Whatever you say, baby." You replied.

"You know, it's been 3 days since we've... you know" Shuri said with a smirk.

"No I don't know. I think you need to show me" You replied suggestively.

"Only Bast knows what I'm gonna do with you." She said, shaking her head.

'*to me" You corrected.

You smirked as she pulled you two to the bed.

#requests #shurixpoc!reader #shuri #shurixfem!reader #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #black panther #mcu fanfiction #black panther wakanda forever #black panther 2 #princess shuri #for you

[itsrheasgirl]

ON THE ROCKS

Chapter 3

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

In collaboration with @0bsessioncntr

WORD COUNT: 8,324

SUMMARY: WORKING AT A SMALL BAR IN CALIFORNIA TO PROVIDE FOR YOURSELF AND YOUR SON, YOU MEET AN UNLIKELY STRANGER ON A LATE FRIDAY NIGHT. WHO KNEW THAT A DRUKEN HOOK-UP IN THE BAR BATHROOM COULD TURN INTO SOMETHING MORE

TW: N/A

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Yet another heavy sigh passed your lips as you intently scrubbed a stain on the bar counter that just wouldn’t come up. You had been at it for five minutes before you looked closer, your eyes squinting before you stood upright with a huff.

“Who put a cigarette out on the fucking bar top. These men are pigs I swear.”

You scoffed, tossing the rag to the side in frustration as you turned to look around the bar. Nobody was at the counter at the moment, most of the patrons were already wasted and standing on the far side by the big-screens and pool tables. You glanced up at the clock on the far wall; it was 11:30, an hour before closing time.

This was your first shift since your night with Rhea, and as much as you hated to admit it, you had spent the first few hours of your shift subconsciously waiting, hoping she would show up. Around the end of hour two you had ‘given up hope’, but now seeing that your shift was over in an hour, you had completely abandoned hope. You disappointedly glanced across the bar once more, your mind flashing back to the morning after you met her.

Eddie had woken you up at a bright and early seven o’clock, begging for pancakes. After what you later realized was only about three hours of sleep, you could barely get yourself up. You had been rubbing your eyes as Eddie ran out of the room, babbling about something concerning Cody Rhodes. A laugh escaped your lips as you heard him; you had been into WWE as a kid, and when you absentmindedly put it on for him one time while making dinner he had fallen in love. You had barely opened your eyes as Eddie poked his head back in the door, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Momma. Pancakes please!”

Another chuckle escaped from your throat as you stood up, running a hand back through your hair and leaving your room to make your five year old pancakes.

Your mind returned to the moment as you heard the bar door open, not bothering to look at who it was as you turned to grab the cocktail menu. At this point in the night you really didn’t feel like opening a new tab for whoever had just walked in the door, but it’s not like you had a choice.

- -

Both Rhea’s palms pressed firmly into the steering wheel ahead of her, stared out into the parking lot before her with a crinkled brow. She wanted to go in; walk back into the bar and let her heart feel what it had been craving. To feel the butterflies in her stomach that she’d felt the first time she’d layed eyes on you. To see your smile, to hear your laugh. But what if you weren’t there, or what if you didn’t want to see her.

Inhaling a shallow breath as her eyelids fluttered closed for a few brief moments, Rhea grabbed her phone from the center console and pulled the keys from the ignition, slipping out of the truck and locking the vehicle behind her. She had to go in. If you weren’t there she could just leave and if you didn’t want to see her; she wouldn’t fight it. But she wouldn’t know until the neon lights of the tiny bar hit her skin once more.

Pausing in front of the door as her palm rested down against the chipped paint, Rhea chuckled to herself. The last time she’d entered this bar she’d had the best night of her life, with the most amazing woman and now she was nervous. Oh how a little bit of time apart from you had changed her. Nerves weren't something Rhea felt often, she was an alpha; always had been. Exhaling a short breath, she lifted her head high and slipped into the confines of the bar.

An impish smirk pulled at her lips as she directed her gaze straight towards the bar. There you were, just like you had been the day she met you. You didn’t look up, causing a small sting in Rhea’s chest. Were you avoiding her?

Trying her best to keep her foot falls even, Rhea crossed the bar in silence. You hadn’t looked up from the menu once, giving her just enough time to reach the bar stool she’d sat on that very first night. An eat shit smirk claiming her features as she slipped her lengthy fingers across the bar and into your view, leaning forward against the wood as she took her seat.

“You can put that down princess, I already know what I want.”

You felt your heart stop. That was her voice. The one you couldn’t get out of your head. The one that nearly drove you to tears of pleasure the last time you saw each other. Your mouth fell open for a few moments before you looked up, meeting her gaze with a still shocked expression.

“Demi? Oh my god.”

You said quietly yet with a smile, trying not to draw attention from the bar patrons or your manager. Admittedly, you also didn’t want to let on just how happy you were to see her. How happy you were to see her was a problem, and it stung once again that you knew this couldn’t go anywhere

Your chest met the bar top as you leaned over, your face so close to Rhea’s at the moment you could feel her breath on your skin, a feeling you desperately missed. You outstretched your hand to tuck a strand of black hair behind her ear before standing up. If she was here, you were gonna make it worth it.

“You want a whiskey?”

The slightly flustered expression that claimed your features was enough to pull a small chuckle from Rhea’s chest, her lower lip rolling beneath her pearly whites as you tucked the hair behind her ear and regained your upright posture.

“For starters.”

Rhea uttered as she rested her elbows against the countertop. The excitement in your tone you’d tried so desperately to hide had given her some hope, at least you wanted to see her. That much was clear. Grazing her sapphire hues up and down the length of your body just like she had done the night you met, she couldn’t help the saliva that pooled on her tongue. You truly were breathtaking, no wonder she couldn’t get you off her mind.

Tracing her fingertip in circles against the bar top, Rhea’s gaze wandered around the bar swiftly. Not too many patrons remained at such a late time, which meant she would get more time with you one on one. The corners of her lips twitching into a playful smile as she returned her gaze to look upon you.

She hadn’t truly realized how much she’d missed you until she was here, right in front of you, witnessing your smile again in person. Losing herself in your multi coloured hues as she relished in your features.

And soft smile claimed your face as you ran your hand down Rhea’s arm, shooting her a wink before sauntering over to the far side of the bar, pouring her drink. You couldn’t believe she was here. She came back. She wanted to see you.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as your heart fluttered, once again feeling like a little school girl with a crush. As you finished making her drink you turned around, meeting her gaze from opposite sides of the bar, it drove you crazy how she couldn’t keep her eyes off you. As you approached her with the drink, you set it down gently on the counter, using your finger to gently push it towards her.

“Your whiskey on the rocks, Mami.”

You said with an eat shit grin, your arms moving up as you adjusted the ponytail your hair was in. The two of you didn’t seem to break eye contact for even a moment. You felt like you had to cherish as much of this time as possible; you had already gone through the pain of possibly never seeing her again, and now that she was here you figured you’d give your heart what it desperately wanted. Every time you reminded yourself you couldn’t bring her home it stung. A one night stand had turned into a hurricane of emotions for you.

Waiting until you returned your palms to the bar top, Rhea stretched out her own to take your hand in hers, the pad of her thumb tracing over each of your knuckles as her sparkling gaze remained fixated on your features.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me.”

She uttered as she fought back the concern in her voice. One night stands were supposed to be just that; a one night stand and as hard as she had tried to stay away she was relieved you’d welcomed her return with such a positive response.

Releasing your hand to grasp at the tumbler you’d placed before her, Rhea took a large sip before plastering an impish grin upon her lips.

“I hope I didn’t get you in too much trouble keeping you so late.”

“Of course I wanted to see you ag-”

You cut yourself off, and fast. Yes, you wanted to see her, but you couldn’t let her get the idea that you could keep seeing her. You were already starting to feel like this went too far, past a one night stand and into a tangle of emotions and feelings. You let out a long sigh and shot her a soft smile, hoping she didn’t take it the wrong way.

“It’s no trouble, I’m here until midnight anyway, might as well have some good looking company.”

You smiled nervously, trying to push past the anxiety and enjoy this moment with her. The truth is you just felt guilty, like you were leading her on when you were bound to turn her away. Your gaze shifted from her face to the drink on the counter, watching and listening as the ice moved each time Rhea adjusted her grip.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me.”

Suppressing a chuckle at the double meaning to her reply, Rhea brought the glass back to her lips to take another sip. Your demeanor seemed different to the night you met and this concerned her, was coming here a mistake? Should she have stayed away?

Pressing her lips into a firm line, she inhaled a shallow breath. Maybe you didn’t want her to show up after all.

“Then stay ‘till closing. We can have a drink or two, but then I have to get home.”

You warmly smiled at her, placing your hand on top of hers as you squeezed it gently. You didn’t want to hurt her feelings, you wanted to keep her around more than anything. You thought about just telling her straight. Just telling her you’re more into her than anything, but you have a life that wouldn’t allow you to be together. You wanted to tell her all of this desperately, but at the same time you couldn’t stand the thought of scaring her off.

The flutter in Rhea’s chest as your palm rested down against her own caused a warm smile to tug at her lips. Every interaction you shared gave her hope, stupid hope, that maybe this could be something. The attention she often got didn’t make her feel the way you did, it was always directed towards ‘Rhea’; her persona but never to herself.

Her popularity had increased tremendously as of late and it was still a surprise to her that you didn’t know who she was. Maybe you were just playing it cool, not wanting to freak out over a celebrity sighting. Or maybe, just maybe, you didn’t care. You saw her for her.

“Deal.”

She finally spoke, her gaze cantering back as she intently watched the same male from two nights prior approaching the bar. Motioning with her head in his direction, she mimicked his pet name for you as she raised the glass to her lips.

“You're up baby girl, I won’t keep you from working.”

Chortling softly, Rhea gave your palm a gentle squeeze before giving you the freedom to do your job. Knocking back the remainder of her drink and hoping from the bar stool. If you wanted her to stay, then she would but not before changing the monstrous choice of music the regulars had chosen from the jukebox.

Shooting you a cheeky wink as she slid down the length of the bar top, she passed the disgruntled male with a roll of her eyes. He was practically salivating as he stared at you, ignoring her as she made her way to the jukebox with a throaty chortle.

As she walked away a smirk claimed your lips, your eyes darting down to her ass for a moment before you snapped back to reality, shifting your gaze to the obviously drunk man approaching you.

“Don't tell me you want another one Charlie. I’m telling you they’re gonna start getting on my ass about over-serving.”

You said with a giggle as the man rested his palms on the bar. You raised an eyebrow as he stumbled a bit even with the support, looking up at you with glossy eyes.

“Shut up Y/N. Close my goddamn tab.”

The man grumbled, obviously further gone than you originally thought. You would be worried about him driving home, but one of the reasons Charlie was a regular was he lived a few houses up from the bar. Back when you had first started working here he would come in every once in a while, but when his marriage fell apart after his retirement, this is where he spent most of his days.

“Somebody’s grumpy tonight. I’ll close your tab if you ask me nicely”

You said with a soft laugh, sliding his card from his side of the counter to yours, holding it in the air as a tease. The man looked at you angrily for a moment before letting out a sigh, stumbling once again before speaking.

“Can you please close my tab, princess.”

The snark in his voice was evident, but you didn’t care. To be honest, you just liked having a little fun with them. Most of the regulars you saw on a near daily basis, and with the absence of any family except for Eddie, this was your family.

“Thank you, Charlie. Yes I will.”

You slid the card between your teeth as you picked up a few empty glasses from the bar, including Rhea’s, and made your way over to the register. You set the glasses down beside you as you ran Charlie’s card, pulling the receipt and lying it down for a moment. You took Rhea’s glass, pouring her another whiskey before bringing both the drink and the card back to Charlie. You set the glass down a few stools away before handing Charlie his card and receipt with a smile.

“Get home safe, Charles”

As the man walked away from the bar your eyes once again darted to Rhea, whos back was still turned to you at the jukebox. You had to admit you were excited for what she would pick, the regulars had a decent taste in music, but a limited one. Your eyes traced her figure once more, fixated on her every curve of her body.

Sure the jukebox had a decent set list, quite a few of the songs already on Rhea’s everyday playlist but she knew exactly what song she wanted. It had been so obvious, yet she’d played it cool and browsed the choices first.

Finally pressing the code for the same Nine Inch Nails song you’d chosen the night you spent together, she spun on sneaker clad feet to lean back against the jukebox frame. Her crystal hues finding yours almost immediately as the corner of her lips twitched, Rhea slid her tongue over her teeth before adorning her signature eat shit grin upon her lips.

“Goooood song!”

A drunk heckled from the far side of the bar as Rhea made her way back in the direction of her stool, a small chuckle parting her lips as she paused in front of you to lean against the bar, her palms sliding across the countertop as she brought her lips in line with yours.

Rhea’s fingertips clamped like a vice around your chin, pulling your face a little closer to hers as to cast the warmth of her breath against your skin. Fuck she wanted to kiss you, but with all the watching eyes she decided otherwise. Slowly releasing her hold to stand back upright with an impish grin.

“Great song.”

You were frozen in place as soon as you heard the first note. Your mind flashed back to the first time Rhea walked into the bar, moments of the night that led up to you putting on this exact song. You knew she knew what she was doing. As Rhea grabbed your face you were still too flustered to do anything, regardless of the bar patrons watching. It took a few more moments of the song playing for you to fully register.

I wanna date you maybe

I wanna take you out

The song itself sounded like sex, let alone the memories associated with it now. You felt yourself physically shake off the embarrassment, your lips curling into a smile as your eyes met Rhea’s. You looked around quickly for your manager before leaning in closer to her, very quietly whispering in her ear in the sexiest voice you could muster at that register.

“You tryna make a fool outta me?”

You leaned back behind the bar counter as you watched her face for a reaction. As you placed your palms on the wooden bar top, the strap of your shirt fell to your shoulder. You didn’t bother with it, instead letting your eyes wander from her face down her muscular arms, stopping to mull over her tattoos for merely seconds before looking back at her.

I wanna wine and dine you

Oh, I wanna twist, and twist, and shout.

Rhea’s tongue toyed with her back tooth as her gaze caught your strap as it cascaded your shoulder, her lids dropping slightly into a devilish glare. Her features looked like she wanted to eat you alive, her breath catching in her throat as slid her tongue across her pearly whites.

All her mind could think of was what you looked like under your clothes, her focus shifting to the damage she’d done to your neck as she scanned your exposed collarbone with sapphire hues. Of course you’d covered them in about a gallon of concealer for work, not wanting the stares they would have undoubtedly caused.

“Now why would I do that, princess?”

She purred, tracing her fingertip around the rim of her glass as your gaze returned to hers. There were much better things she could make out of you than a fool. A gaggle of dirty thoughts flooded her mind as she lifted her beverage up to her lips, gulping back a large mouthful as she refused to break eye contact.

You couldn’t help but mentally undress her over and over, the memory of her topless form burnt into your memory. You didn’t break eye contact, instead leaning down to speak to her once again, this time forgetting to check your surroundings.

I want you hot in my arms

So soft on my bed

The space between your faces was almost nonexistent, as you had completely forgotten you were even at work at this moment with her, and thankfully most of the bar's patrons were too far gone to notice.

“There’s no getting in my pants tonight hot stuff, I’m not the one closing.”

You said with a sly wink, almost nose to nose with Rhea when a loud voice rattled you back to reality.

“Y/N! Get your head out of your ass it’s closing time.”

Your manager scolded from the far side of the bar, looking annoyed. You weren’t too worried about it, as he had a short temper and this was nothing new. You simply nodded, standing up and hurrying to the other side of the bar to speak with him. It was only at this moment could Rhea fully see what you were wearing; not only a skimpy black tank-top, but a little black miniskirt too, finished off by some studded combat boots. You wouldn’t ever admit it to her or yourself, but you wore it just in case she were to show up.

You get the key to my heart

When you wear that sweet dress.

It wasn’t that Rhea had expected she’d get to share another night of passion filled sex with you, but as you closed the door on it being a reality she’d cursed her luck. Her brow furrowing slightly as your manager had interrupted a moment between you, she exhaled a shallow huff and sat upright on her stool, finishing her drink in a single swallow.

How was she supposed to think of anything else with the amount of skin you were showing? The hem of your skirt barely covered the perfect mound of your ass and once again she found herself staring. If only you were alone, there isn’t a surface in the entire bar she wouldn’t fuck you on.

But you’re so physical

Physical

Too me.

Racking her palm through midnight locks with a quick breath, Rhea’s mind began to wonder. Her subconscious picturing things she could only imagine. How hard would she have to spank you for your ass to jiggle beneath her touch? How loud could she make you scream her name as you begged her to keep going?

I want your rough house baby

I want this right in your ear

Swallowing back the saliva that collected on her tongue as she allowed her gaze to drop the full length of your slender legs, her lips twitching into a coy smirk as she remembered just how much they had shook while she punished you.

She didn’t want to force anything between you, truthfully all she’d craved was seeing you. Clothes or not.

It took everything in you to keep a straight face as your manager basically bitched you, but all the noise was drowned out by the sensation of Rhea’s eyes on your ass. You knew she noticed. You knew she was looking. You knew what she was thinking.

As your manager began to wind down you couldn’t help but press yourself up on your toes a bit, something nobody would notice except for her, when the panties beneath your skirt were revealed by the angle.

You let me feel your danger

I let you make this feeling clear here.

You let out a sigh of relief when he finally left, your heels touching the ground once more as you rang the bell as loudly as possible.

“Alright boys time to go home to your wives!”

The bar erupted in a chorus of groans and profanity, a laugh escaping from your throat as you snuck a look at Rhea across the bar. You didn’t have a moment to do anything more, as the mass of men had already begun lining up at the bar to close their tabs. The redirection of attention sparked an idea in you; why not get more tips, while teasing her?

I want the touch of your arms

The heat of your breath

As the first man offered up his card, you leaned over the counter on your toes the way you would if you were 3 inches shorter than you actually were. In the position you had yourself, it was more than easy to imagine someone had bent you over the bar top.

You were torturing her, that was clear and it took everything in her for Rhea to remain focused. The lace panties you wore were so similar to the ones she’d ripped clean off you only a few nights earlier and only made the desire that burned in her eyes so much stronger. How could you keep doing this to her when you’d already closed the door on her ripping your clothes off with her bare hands and taking you where you stood.

I wanna say all those things

That would be better unsaid, no.

Chewing at her inner cheek as she watched you work, her admiration was interrupted by the stumbled sounds of an unfamiliar voice. Not one of your patrons had said two words to her since she’d arrived, so who was this fumbling idiot and what did he want?

Cantering her head with a quirked brow, Rhea couldn’t help the small chortle in her chest as she watched Charles stumble into her view. His palm reaching out for the bar top; and missing, she found herself supporting the booze soaked male to the stool beside her.

“She’s a hot lil thing, ain’t she?”

Charles slurred, the pungent smell of his breath causing Rhea to sit back slightly on her stool to avoid being punched in the face with his scent.

She couldn’t justify the feeling that burnt in her chest; as if Charles staring at you was crossing some line that didn’t sit right. Was it jealousy?

“Didn’t she tell you to go home?”

Rhea practically snarled, the tension in her chest growing tighter as she watched the whites of Charles’ eyes flow down the curvature of your spine and over the curve of your ass. You weren’t her girl, but that didn’t give pervy guys the right to look at you like some sex object.

Charles practically choked on his own saliva as he fumbled with his words once more, his gaze breaking from your form to look at Rhea once more.

“Wha—”

A loud hiccup cut Charles off, his form swaying on the stool as he attempted to speak again.

“What are— what are you, one of those gays?”

Rhea jaw clenched at his words, her fingertips gripping tightly around the edge of the bar top as she held her breath. She could just hit him. That’s how she would have let out her frustration at work, but this wasn’t the ring and Charles wasn’t exactly in the best shape to take her on.

Flitting her gaze over to where you still perched over the bar so effortlessly, she brushed off the drunk's comment with an aggressive roll of her eyes. She didn’t want to give you the wrong idea.

“How about you just go home, before she catches you and throws you out herself.”

“You know she ain’t into girls. She ain’t into—”

He trailed off, nearly falling asleep on spot before he jolted back up, standing up from the bar stool and stumbling towards the door, still mumbling about how you weren’t gay until he had fully left the bar.

By this time you were closing the last customers tab, falling back on your heels and barely waving him goodbye before you walked around the bar, following the patrons out and locking the door behind them. You turned to Rhea with a disappointed look, walking to the stool next to her and taking a seat, legs crossed.

“I can’t stay for drinks, it’s already later than I was supposed to close and I still have to catch a cab home. I’m sorry.”

You felt like your heart was at your feet. You had glanced at the clock while checking the last customer out, and had noticed it was nearly 1:15. You really had closed late, but you had gotten lost in your time with Rhea. The pain of having to leave her behind a second time hurt ten times worse. You knew she was going to offer to drive you home, but the thought of that made you feel so guilty. You had been teasing her all night, now you’re going to let her drive you home and you can’t even invite her in?

Rhea had been keeping track of the time ever since your manager had caused a stink about your lack of attention, each passing second taking away from your time together. There was nothing she could do about it, you’d already made it clear that being home on time was something of importance to you and she wasn’t going to test that again tonight.

Placing both her palms down onto your knees as you apologized for having to leave, Rhea couldn’t help the small smile that graced her lips. Even though she’d spent the whole night picturing you naked, not crossing boundaries was something she took very seriously.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, princess. Look I don’t like you taking a cab alone, it’s not far—”

She paused. The expression that claimed your features felt so familiar, were you going to reject her ride again. It’s not like driving you home had any hidden ultimatum, it was late and you were a single female getting into a stranger's car alone. Gently squeezing your knees as her thumbs traced against your exposed skin, Rhea released a palm to tilt your chin up and make you meet her gaze. Maybe she wouldn’t give you a chance to say no. She just wanted you home safe.

“Grab your bag.”

Tracing her thumb against the angle of your jawline, her lips morphed into a playful smile as she hopped off her stool.

“Finish up with the boss man and meet me at the truck. No buts.”

A smile claimed your lips again as Rhea placed her hands on your thighs, trying to hide the heat crossing your face. Right as you were about to turn the ride down she hadn’t given you a chance, and if there was one thing both of you had learned in your time together, it’s that you were good at following her directions.

“Ok. I’ll meet you at the truck, give me five.”

As Rhea left the bar you took a deep breath, trying to suppress the feelings of guilt that were overwhelming you. Here you were letting her drive you home, leading her on yet again. You felt even worse the moment you realized part of the reason she was driving you home was because she was worried about you. She already cared enough to worry, and there was nothing you could do to change that.

It was about ten minutes later that you knocked on the window of the truck, alerting Rhea to your presence before opening the door and jumping in. You quickly set your bag on the floor and looked over at her with a smile.

“Thanks for taking me home. Again. You remember where my house is right?”

Rhea’s fingertips drummed against the steering wheel as you slipped into the truck beside her, a small smile tugging at her lips as you thanked her for the ride home. Of course she was taking you home, she wasn't okay with the idea of anyone else doing the job; especially in the skirt you’d chosen. It barely covered anything and she didn’t want wandering eyes checking you out. Not when she wanted to do the same thing so badly. Your bare skin called to her, begging to be touched, begging to be marked.

Rolling her lips between her teeth, Rhea cantered her head to the side to take in your features. Even in the dim light of the moon that shone in through the front window you were breathtaking to her, the light reflecting in your glistening hues as you looked upon each other.

“Left out the parking lot and follow the street down through the neighborhood.”

Rhea informed you. She wasn’t exactly sure how she’d remembered the way to your house, she’d taken you home once and yet it was as if the directions were sketched into her mind. She remembered so many details about you that it made sense, but as she spoke she questioned if it was making her sound stalkerish. Turning her attention back out into the almost empty parking lot, Rhea cleared her throat slightly before turning the key in the ignition.

The truck rumbled to life as she peeked over at you through her peripherals. She didn’t have much time left with you, she assumed you would disappear into the house in a hurry once again and leave her with even more feeling and so much pain as she watched you leave. Pulling the stick shift into reverse and checking her mirrors, Rhea snook one last peek over at you before hitting the gas.

Inhaling a shallow breath, Rhea contemplated telling you what was on her mind. She’d come to the bar tonight because she couldn’t shake you, no matter what she did and no matter how hard she tried you’d been on her mind for two days straight. She’d barely slept, not for a lack of trying.

“Do..”

The word was almost silent, there was no way you’d heard it and yet Rhea still hesitated. Her gaze remained on the road as she indicated to leave the parking lot, following the road signs even though the roads were empty and the pause wasn’t necessary. It was a stupid idea to think and an even stupider idea to say out loud. Her lips pressed into a line as she changed her mind on asking her question.

You couldn’t shake the guilt and stayedd mostly silent for the drive home until you reached the house. As Rhea pulled in front of the driveway you felt like you were going to be sick to your stomach. You didn’t want to leave her, you wanted to have her come inside and do unimaginable things to you, but you knew once again that you couldn’t; you had more important things to take care of. As she put the truck in park you looked over at her, immediately meeting her gaze. You got an overwhelming feeling in your chest that you wanted, no, needed to kiss her.

Your hand slinked over to the driver side, placing down on Rhea’s legs as you traced circles on her skin. You couldn’t kiss her, it would only make things worse. You thought about something, anything to say, but you wound up with nothing. You found yourself staring at her with wide eyes, not wanting to leave her but knowing you had too.

Each gentle movement of your palm had Rhea’s heartbeat increasing. Maybe you would want to see her again, you wouldn��t be staying in the car and showing her any kind of affection if you didn't, right? Taking a quick glance over your shoulder in the direction of the door you’d so quickly disappeared behind only a few nights prior, she exhaled a shallow breath and returned her gaze to yours.

“I’m so happy I got to see you again.”

Rhea’s palm moved to cradle around your jaw, her thumb tracing against the apple of your cheek as she inhaled a breath. She didn’t want to let you go without a proper goodbye, but would kissing you be a mistake? She couldn’t keep showing up in your life like this without knowing if you felt even a slight feeling towards her. She felt something about you, maybe too much, but she couldn’t help herself. There was something about you that just fit.

Flicking the lock on her seatbelt to release herself from its binding, Rhea leant forward without another thought. The soft plush of her lips finding yours in a desperate and hungry kiss. Your lips hadn’t touched in far too long and if she was going to make it through watching you walk away again, she needed it.

Winding her free palm around the curvature of your spine, she let it rest against your lower back as her tongue fought with dominance to enter your mouth. The heat behind her kiss was clear as day. She needed you; even for a moment, because as soon as you stepped out of the truck she had no idea when she’d see you again.

A small, startled squeak escaped your mouth as Rhea’s lips collided with yours, but you didn’t hesitate for a moment to kiss her back. As her hand trailed down your spine you got chills, your fingers digging into the skin of her thigh as your lips moved together in unison. Both of you had needed this, that was clear. You could tell just how much she wanted you, but much she really liked you— and you couldn’t do this anymore.

You pulled away from her grasp, feeling like you were on the brink of crying as your lips parted. You wouldn’t meet her gaze, instead looking back towards the house then at Rhea’s dashboard.

“Demi. I can’t do this. I can’t let you get attached to me.”

You felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. You couldn’t take the guilt any longer, you had to let her know what she was going to be in for. You had to let her know this fantasy was just that, a fantasy.

“My life is a mess. I’m at the bar six days a week, and I’m a single mom. I have a five year old. My focus needs to be on my child. I’m sorry.”

You finally looked up at her for a reaction, terrified of what you would find. You had desperately tried to keep from telling her the truth, from scaring her away, but you couldn’t let her get attached to you when you knew you would break her heart; and yours in the process.

It all happened so fast as Rhea simply watched you explain your life to her, the ball forming in her throat and restricting her airways, the tightness in her chest as her palms moved to rest in her lap. You were rejecting her and even though she’d tried to prepare herself for it over and over again, it still tore at her insides like razor blades.

“You— you’re a mum.”

She stated as she tried her best to swallow, her palm finally moving to rest on the curvature of your knee with the most gentle touch.

“I didn’t see that one coming.”

A throaty chortle vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she gave your knee a soft squeeze, the pads of her fingers trailing against the soft exposed flesh of your lower thigh as she inhaled a long breath.

“That’s why you left so quickly?”

The reality was that Rhea had played over in her head every situation she could think of as to why you’d left so abruptly the night you met, but a child wasn’t even a blip in those thoughts.

Retracting her palm from your thigh to capture the soft cushion of your cheek, Rhea leant forward to press her forehead down against your own.

“And that’s why you have to leave now.”

Rhea didn’t see herself as someone who would start a family of her own and the idea of having children in her life was scary, but was that all too late? You’d become her only focal point. She already cared for you so much more than she should and now she had to decide if she was willingly to sacrifice you over such a small detail?

“Yes, I’m a mum.”

You said, a small smile crossing your face as Rhea kept the lack of space between you, not pulling away from you, and not telling you to get the hell out of the truck for leading her on. Despite her reaction you still felt a little guilty; a child was not something everybody was ready for, especially for somebody who, originally, just wanted to hook up with you at the bar.

“And that’s why I have to leave. I’m sorry Demi.”

Your hand found hers, giving it a gentle squeeze as you tried to non-verbally convey just how sorry you were. You weren’t just sorry for her, you were sorry for yourself; there really was something different about her, but you had a lot of doubt that she would want to put up with a five year old, regardless of how much she liked you. You yourself were only twenty four, and although you didn’t know her exact age, it was clear she wasn’t much older than you, and for a few twenty year olds a child was a lot. You didn’t want to tie her down like that. You didn’t want to feel even more guilty.

It took a few moments for Rhea to regain her focus, returning the gentle squeeze against your palm as she traced the apple of your cheek with her thumb. She couldn’t process why you were apologizing. It wasn’t a situation that required one and yet you seemed so disappointed in yourself.

Sitting back to cast her crystal hues over your features, Rhea exhaled a small breath and gave your palm another squeeze before releasing you from her hold. She didn’t want to make you late, you had more important things to be dealing with than spending time with her.

“I don’t want to keep you.”

She uttered, her lips curving into a soft simper as she glanced over to the clock on the dashboard. It was almost two a.m and she didn’t want to be responsible for you returning home late again.

“Go, it’s okay. Kiddo comes first, I get it.”

You smiled softly, almost wincing the second the two of you were no longer in contact. You stared at her for a moment, just in case you had scared her away; she had a face you needed to remember.

“Goodnight.”

You opened the door of the truck, hopping out and beginning to walk towards the house. You told yourself you had to keep it together, there was no use in getting upset. The situation was what it was and at this point you did all you could do. Rhea was amazing, and you hadn’t wanted to hurt her or turn her away, but you had no choice.

As you reached the door and pulled out your keys you hesitated, still hearing her truck running behind you. After putting the key in the lock and turning, you looked back over your shoulder once more to look at the truck. What if that was the last time you saw her? What if you really had scared her off? A soft smile claimed your lips, just in case she could see your face, before you turned and disappeared through the door.

The soft smile on your lips caused one to grace Rhea’s own as she watched the door close and you disappear behind it, her attention moving to look out over your street as she inhaled a sharp breath. Once again she sat alone outside your house, but this time it was different.

Buckling her belt and starting up the truck faster than she had the first night, Rhea hit the gas without looking back. You were a mum, you had responsibilities and as much as she wanted you in her life maybe it wasn’t wise. She was gone weeks at a time, sometimes months. Her scheduling wasn’t something she could control and that left her more concerned than she needed it to. You knew nothing about her; what she did for a living. Perhaps you were doing the right thing choosing your child over her, putting your life ahead of your feelings.

Rhea needed time to think. She cared for you so deeply that being away from you hurt, but maybe it was for the best? She didn’t want to add the drama and craziness of her life to the undoubtedly messy situation you already lived with.

It took everything in you to keep it together as you closed the door behind you, going on to relieve the babysitter and sitting on the couch once she left. You had really just turned her away, there was a good chance of you never seeing her again, and you had to come to terms with that.

“Mommy?”

You heard a little voice behind you, snapping out of the emotional trance you were in to turn around, seeing Eddie in his WWE pajamas clutching his blanket.

“Yes hunny? What’re you doing up?”

You said as you stood, walking around the couch and scooping him into your arms. As you shifted his weight into your hip you smiled at him, giving his forehead a soft kiss.

“Can I sleep with you?”

He mumbled, his face buried in your shoulder. You could tell he was tired, but with you being gone a lot he sometimes struggled and liked to sleep in your bed.

“Yes baby, of course you can. C’mon, let's get some sleep.”

You carried him off to your room, a soft smile on your lips. This. This is why you had done what you did tonight. Every time you saw him you couldn’t help but think about just how much you loved him, how much he had saved you from yourself. He was the most important thing in your life, the only thing that had ever made you happy; except for her. That thought stung for a moment before Eddie’s little arms wrapped around your neck. You let out a long sigh as you laid your head on his, sitting on your bed with him still in your arms.

“Do you want music or TV baby?”

You asked him while rubbing your hand up and down his back. He really was just like you in so many ways, including his inability to fall asleep without background noise.

“I want music, Momma.”

He said quietly. You smiled to yourself, laying him down on the left side of the bed as you rolled over to yours. He was so sleepy he was struggling to keep his little eyes open. You pulled the blanket over him, turning off the lamp by your bed so that only the moonlight lit the room.

“Alexa, play Matchbox 20.”

You had a smile on your face, putting on a band you had played for Eddie since you found out you were pregnant. You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling. As the song began to play, your heart dropped. Of all songs, it had to be “Hand Me Down”. This song had to come on the one time in your life where the lyrics were relevant.

Someday they’ll find your small time world on a big time avenue

Gonna make you like the way they talk, when they’re talking to you.

Immediately you felt a pool of saliva in your throat, the familiar feeling of holding back tears starting to build. Thankfully, your toddler was already passed out asleep beside you, oblivious to the conflicted feeling of his mother. Your eyes were still locked on the ceiling as you fixated on the lyrics stinging your heart.

Gonna make you break out of your shell ‘cause they tell you to

Gonna make you like the way they lie, better than the truth

The nights you had spent with Rhea you had felt like a completely different person. You had never even fathomed feeling a spark with anybody again, let alone a woman. The usual calmness and control you had was thrown completely out the window the second you heard her voice.

They’ll tell you everything you wish that someone else would say,

They’re gonna break your heart, yeah

From what I’ve seen

You’re just one more hand me down

Cause no one’s tryna give you what you need

You felt the first tear run down your face, taking a quiet but deep breath in to try and calm yourself. It was already too late.

So lay all your troubles, down

I am with you now.

You glanced over at your child, the tears slowing for a moment as you took in the beauty that was him, just sleeping. You had to keep reminding yourself you did what you did for a reason. A god damn good reason. But as the song continued to play, the few tears before-hand were you keeping it together.

Somebody’s gonna take you in

Gonna make you love again,

Gonna make you like the way it feels

When they’re under your skin.

Holding back the emotions was futile at this point, tears streaming down your face as you silently cried. You had never felt the way you had felt with her in these last two nights with anybody, not even your child’s father. Your arms became crossed over your chest as you tried to catch your breath. You had an overwhelming feeling of regret. Why did you have to send her away? Why couldn’t you have figured something, anything out?

Never once do you think they’ll lie

When they’re holding you

The wonder why they haven’t called,

When they said they’d call you.

All you wanted was to sleep. To close your eyes and forget all about her, but even when your lids did find solace, all you could see was her.

Eddie was your world; from the moment he opened his eyes and yet you found yourself craving more. Someone at your side to raise him with you, to be a family. But it wasn’t that simple. You didn’t want to punish him with a parade of individuals that would run the moment it got hard.

Rhea was unbelievable, everything she did, everything she said. The warmth in her smile, the sweetness in her eyes. But was it enough? As much as you wanted her, could she want this or would your reality be too much for her?

You start to wonder if you’re over gonna make it back.

You’re gonna think you were born blind

From what I’ve seen.

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[thecuriousquest]

Ooh I saw your post about Levi playing favs so now I would like to request the opposite.

Yandere Levi tries to groom a new cadet but she sees right through him and calls him out on his bullshit. Levi threatens her that if she doesn't submit to him then he will make her life hell. She thinks he is bluffing and just leaves. But then begins the game. She is treated worse than other recruits, forced to work extra hard and long, often punished without any reason, constantly mocked and humiliated, etc. He straight up bullies her and abuses their power dynamic, and as promised, makes her life a living hell. She can't take it anymore and finally breaks. She has no choice but to give in to him. With NSFW please. (Dub con or non con.)

A Good Cadet Follows Orders Part Two

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, dub con (at the end) blow job, whipping, isolation, power dynamic abuse, humiliation, degradation, crying kink, blood, injured reader, issued whipping threat

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Part One here.

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“Cadet L/N, mind repeating that?”

You glare at him with clenched fists at your sides. “I said I know what you’re doing. I know you wanted to do ‘extra training’ just so you could cop a feel, and I’m done with it. You’re my captain and only that.”

His chuckle is dark, filled with something bone chilling. Captain Levi stands from his chair, rounding his desk. He stands in front of you, too close for your own comfort.

“Who are you, cadet, to speak to me like this?”

“I’m someone who won’t put up with your bull-“

An obnoxiously loud slap echos through his office, and you gasp, holding your blazing cheek.

“Captain, what the hell?! You can’t do that to me!”

What his heart truly desires, he has the inability to express. What he wants is for you to come to him willingly with open arms, but if he has to threaten you to get you moving, then he’s more than happy to give you some incentive.

“Oh? But I just did. You are nothing more than the shit on my boot. If I want to slap you, then I’ll do it because I can. If I want to grab your hair and whip your ass with my belt, then I fucking will, and you’ll be thankful that I’m even giving you the time of day.”

Fuck, those tears welling up in your eyes look so delicious. He forces his tongue to stay in his mouth so as not to lick his lips.

You push your tears far down, swaying your emotions not to show.

“I’m leaving. You’re not gonna treat me like this. I don’t have to fucking take it.” You throw him a cold shoulder as you turn to leave.

Your hand reaches out for the knob, twisting it in anger.

Before you can open the door, Levi issues you what he deems a warning. “If you take one step out that door, I’ll make your life a living hell. You won’t know mercy until you come to me begging for it on your hands and knees.”

Your spine stiffens in response, and for a moment, for a singular moment, you think, Is he serious?

He can’t have that much power. He’s only the leader of your squadron. What could he possibly do to you? Plus, there are hundreds of other cadets to worry about. He can’t keep tabs on you all the time.

With an air of bravado, you leave in all of your feminine glory with your head held high.

Oh, you have no idea how much fun Levi is going to have breaking you down.

———

During training, Levi purposely uses you as the demonstration for hand to hand combat moves.

“When I place your foot right by hers, it makes it easier to throw her. See?” He throws you over his shoulder, keeping a tight grip on your arm while stepping on your sternum.

You groan quite loudly from the force of the throw.

“That’s why you don’t want your foot too far away. You’ll lose your momentum. Cadet, stand up so I can demonstrate the move again.”

“Captain, I-“

“Now, cadet.”

You lower your eyes and stand up, ready to be thrown a second, third, and fourth time.

You glare daggers at Horse Face when he asks the captain to explain the move one more time because he just “doesn’t understand”.

After training, you just want to bathe and sleep. You’re sore as you trudge back to your quarters, but Levi holds you back.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going? Clean up the ODM gear and training props. Also, you’re on stable duty today, so report there after you’re done cleaning up here.”

Your jaw drops. He has to be joking.

“But, sir, I-“

“You what, cadet? Are you feeling sore and tired?” He walks up to you with his hands behind his back. “I could take the pain away at any moment. You know what you have to do to make that happen.”

Tightening your jaw, you angrily stomp past him and work up another sweat as you clean up the entirety of the training grounds. Your muscles are on fire by the time you get to the stables where you’re forced to shovel horse shit along with several other duties. Your shoulders are screaming at you to stop and take a break, but you’re too stubborn to quit. You can’t imagine yourself getting on your hands and knees for Levi, pleading for him to let you into his pants. You gag at the thought as you fill a mare’s food bin.

You smell like sweat and ass as you wash down the horses, grooming them, wishing you were lucky enough to be able to bathe right now.

———

Just as you finish bathing, you’re about to climb into bed when Mikasa knocks on the door, announcing herself and asking to come in.

You’re about to fucking scream in frustration, but you put on a nice voice. “Come on in. What’s up, Mikasa?”

“I know you’re not in the mood, but Captain Levi wants to see you.”

You feel as though your soul is ready to leave your body, and you redress in a clean uniform as you trudge over to Captain Ackerman’s office.”

You knock politely and enter his office, stiff as a board with exhaustion. “Yes, Captain?” You try to remain polite and civil.

“I want you to polish my boots while I do paper work.”

“After all I did today? Captain, this isn’t fair. You know I just want to go to bed.”

“Whining doesn’t become you, L/N. Get to it unless you want your left cheek to match the right one.”

You don’t want to be slapped again, but you also want to tell him where he can shove his fucking boot. However, maybe, the sooner you do as he asks, the sooner you can go back to bed.

It’s painstaking. He makes you polish his boots until you can fucking see your own face, and you don’t exactly look pretty right now. Your hair is a mess, little beads of sweat have formed on your forehead, and your cheek looks a little swollen.

Still, you sit up on your knees and look up at him. “Is it to your liking, sir?”

He regards you with a salacious smile. “You on your knees before me is what’s to my liking.”

Scoffing at his remark, you stand up and put the towel on his desk. “Can I leave now?”

Levi knows just the thing to say to get even deeper under your skin. He knows the exact thing that will require a lot of arm and shoulder muscle activity. “Clean the bookshelves, and then you’re free to go.”

———

Every ounce of energy is put into cleaning, being humiliated in the training demonstration, and trying to avoid your hawk-like Captain over the next few weeks. It gets to a point where you’re so tired that you can’t seem to fall asleep, always kept awake with his mocking and degrading remarks.

“Brush your fucking hair, cadet. You look like you just have someone head.”

“Wipe that glower off your face before the back of my hand does it for you.”

You keep reliving the time Levi ripped all of the buttons off of your shirt with his sword, opening it up with the sharp tip. He did this right before training, and every single one of your squadron members got a good look at the bra you chose to wear that day.

“Freak accidents will happen like that during sword training. Why don’t you go ask Hanji for a new shirt, L/N?”

His smirk was so fucking smug. You wanted to rip his teeth out one by one and shove them in his eyes.

———

The dining hall is loud with conversation, and you find yourself drawn to the table where Mikasa, Sasha, Eren, and Armin are sitting at. Their table is particularly lively with laughter, something you have been lacking lately. You feel as though your spirits could use some joy, so you sit down next to Sasha. The table suddenly goes very quiet, and you look around at your teammates.

“What? Why did you all stop talking when I sat down?”

Armin fiddles with his fingers as he looks away, and Mikasa speaks up on his behalf. “Listen, Y/N, nobody is really allowed to talk to you right now. The captain said anyone who’s caught talking to you will have to run 100 laps.”

Your mouth opens, but you have no words to say. Your tongue feels so dry, your voice scratchy as you close your hanging jaw.

Why is he doing this to you? You’ve been picked on, forced to do extra duties such as stable and kitchen chores, and now you can’t even talk to anyone?

“Fine. I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to run laps either.”

You pick up your tray and move to a lone table in the back. You don’t even have an appetite anymore, and you leave your tray as you head back to your quarters. When you get there, you see that your bed and trunk is gone.

“Wait…what the fuck?”

Tracking down your things, you find that Hanji has been forced to move you down to the basement of the dorms. When you inquired about the status of your room and why this is suddenly happening now, she only gives you a faint shrug and begins tinkering with something in her workspace.

“Hanji…Did Levi put you up to this?”

Again, she offers no response, but that only cements your theory.

———

Sitting on your uncomfortable cot in the basement, you watch the mice scurry back and forth, darting around in the dark space. It’s damp and cold down here, and you don’t even have a blanket to keep you warm.

Your eyes try to close, and after an hour of shivering, you finally succumb to a restless, dreamless sleep.

———

Being late has become a bad habit for you, and Levi takes it upon himself to fix it. Being down in the basement, everyone has forgotten about you. You have no alarm system to wake you up, so there’s no way of knowing when roll call or even breakfast starts.

You scream as two very strong male cadets carry you from your room and out to the barracks. They tie you to the whipping post just outside of where roll call is taken every morning.

“Wait, what the fuck is going on?! Please, tell me what’s happening?!”

You cry out, feeling the tip of a sword trail up your back, slicing your shirt and bra in half. They fall off of your shoulders, completely baring your skin.

Those familiar footsteps walk up behind you, and you freeze in fear.

This has to be the captain’s doing. No other cadet would be whipped after a week of showing up to roll call late. No, this would only happen to you.

You watch as he stands to your right, and you can see he exchanged the sword in his hand for a whip.

“Seven days in a row of being late, cadet? That looks rather bad. I’m a merciful captain, however, but you have to earn my mercy.” You feel his index finger move a lock of your unkempt hair behind your ear. “You know how to do that, right? Can that tiny brain of yours remember what to do?”

“Eat my shit.” It’s tumbles out of your mouth before you can truly reflect on it.

His eyes widen, the grey orbs narrowing into slits moments after. His footsteps are heavier with determination as they round to your left side, and he raises the whip just as roll call begins.

You’re only allowed a break between every five soldiers called. The lash strikes your back with the fury of lightning. You try to bite your lip, stomp out the pain, anything to keep from crying in front of the other cadets. Once you feel the sixth welt cross over two previous ones, you vocalize your agony in a miserable howl.

No matter how hard you wail and sob from the whipping, you’re too stubborn to plead for him to stop. You won’t, for all the strength that you have left, beg for his mercy. Even with your knees buckled, your tied up wrists above your head the only thing keeping you on your feet, hanging there like a fish, you have a tiny ember inside of you that just refuses to go out.

The pain over comes you. It’s too much. You feel the blood trickling from your open wounds, catching on the waistband of your pants. There’s a moment where you see your mother and father in a bright light. Your mother is holding her hand out to you with a smile on her face. Your father is whispering a gentle song that he always used to sing to you right before bed.

The picture of them fades, and darkness is all you see.

———

Waking up on a cot face down, you startle as something stings on your back.

“Hold still. I’m just cleaning up the wounds so it doesn’t get infected. You’ve been out for a while now.”

Your eyes travel up towards your captain. Why is he here? Why the fuck is he here?! You don’t want him here.

“Please, just leave me alone.”

He tsks at you, clicking his tongue out of dissatisfaction before pressing harder on a split welt.

You didn’t have any time to prepare for the sudden pain, and a scream flies from your throat.

“I’d be thanking me instead of complaining, L/N.”

“Captain, it hurts too much! It hurts! Fuck!”

The stinging of whatever liquid he put on your wounds almost drives you back into unconsciousness. He seems to understand, and he relieves the pressure but continues dabbing at the sores.

“This will take a while to heal. You’ll be suspended from training until then. In the meantime, you’ll be on kitchen duty full time. Is that understood? Think your pathetic ass can handle washing a few dishes with a few scratches on your back?”

A few scratches on your back…you’re in the most pain you’ve ever been in, and that’s saying something considering you fight titans.

“Yes, Captain, I think I can manage that.”

“I’ll have to check your back every day to make sure you won’t be lying to get out of training once you heal.”

Silence stretches between the two of you, and he laughs at what he deems is your petulance.

“It’s funny. I thought you’d take your punishment much better than what you displayed in the barracks. You try to present yourself as this tough soldier, but you’re not that at all, are you? No, you’re a weak and fragile woman. Everything about you scream pathetic. You cried like a bitch because you’re nothing more than that. I bet you cry to to the other male cadets for their cocks with tears in your eyes. I’m guessing you crawl into their room at night, groveling on your hands and knees with tears in your eyes.”

“Please, stop,” you whisper while clutching the sheets beneath you.

Levi’s hand travels down to cup your clothed sex. He rubs you through the fabric of your pants, feeling the heat which gathers between your thighs.

“Stop it!” You kick your foot out, but all it earns you is a sharp pain in your stiff back.

The captain leans down and whispers in your ear, “You know where I’ll be when you want all of this to go away, and you know how to ask for it like a good girl.”

He pats your bottom, enjoying the way it feels in his hand, before leaving you all alone in the room.

———

It pains you to even think about doing this as you go to Commander Erwin’s office, but you refuse to back down against Levi. You also can’t live like this anymore. You’re always on edge, paranoid even more ever since the whipping. You feel isolated, and you’ve become even more of a mess.

You rap on his door lightly before being invited in by the commander.

Sitting at his office, he’s doing his own set of paperwork.

“What can I help you with, cadet L/N?”

“I would like to leave the Survey Corps, sir.”

Looking up from his paper work, he folds his hand and glares at you. “Are you really that selfish, cadet?”

You glare at him. “I’m not the one being selfish here, Commander.”

“And, what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“Everyone sees the way Captain Ackerman treats me. It’s because of his own desires to covet me that I’m asking to be released. You’ll never stop him, and I know that, so I’m asking to be removed from the equation entirely.”

A humorous smile grazes his lips, and you feel like you’re about to be given unsettling news.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, cadet. We lost too many soldiers on the battlefield just last weekend. You need to stay and continue training. Try to think of the benefits in the long run. You’re saving people. Isn’t that something you’ve always wanted to do?”

“And who’s going to protect me from Captain Ackerman?”

“Think of that as just something you’ll have to put up with.”

“With all due respect, Commander, you can’t force me to fight.”

He stands up, regarding you with a a set of taut lips. His demeanor has changed significantly. You feel as if the room is as cold as ice now because of how serious he looks.

“If you leave, I will have you brought back here and whipped, and I think Captain Ackerman would be more than happy to do so.”

“But, I’ve just recovered from my last whipping!”

He rounds his desk, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Then behave, and you won’t have to endure another one.”

You swear on the walls that you could crumble like ash right now under his very grip. Tears swell up your puffy and tired eyes. You pass by a mirror on your way out of his office, and you honestly hate your reflection.

There are dark circles under your eyes, your face looks pale, your hair is run down and lifeless. You have no energy anymore, and you pad your way out the door, down the hall, twisting around a corner, until you arrive at the captain’s office.

You don’t even knock. You just enter.

“You look like shit, cadet. You could at least clean yourself up before coming to me for something.”

You fall to your knees right at the open door. You haven’t cried since the whipping from two weeks ago, but you find every bit of pent up emotion coming out from all of your experiences over the last few months of absolute torture.

“Cadet?” He’s not quite sure what’s going on.

“Please, Captain, make it stop! I want it all to stop! I don’t wanna be isolated and punished anymore. I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want! Please, just, God! Please, Levi, please…” you place your hands on the floor to keep yourself upright.

It might not be the perfect picture he had in mind, but here you are on hands and knees, begging for his mercy. He has to hand it to you, you held out for a lot longer than expected. All it took to break you was five months of the pure hell he promised to deliver. It might not have been what he wanted to do, but he’s glad he succeeded in driving you to your breaking point.

You hear Levi’s footsteps stop in front of you, and your sobbing dies down when you feel him pull you into a hug. “There’s a good girl. I knew you’d finally come to your senses. You put on a brave act, but it’s good that you’re finally seeing the truth. I’m the only one that can keep all of the bad things away.”

You nod into his shoulder. “Does this mean people can talk to me again and you’ll stop punishing me?”

“Mmm, not quite. I’ll need you to prove to me just how much you’re willing to submit.”

You know exactly what he’s talking about. He wants to claim all of your holes and make you his little slutty pet. He wants to see you cry while coming on his cock over and over again until he’s satisfied with your obedience. These are all the things he’s admitted to you before, and while you’d rather slap him and walk out, you know the consequences.

This will just get even worse for you if you choose that path.

Nodding your head in response, Levi closes the door, locks it, and leads you over to the sofa in his office. He sits down, making himself comfortable. The captain gives you an expectant look.

Resigning yourself to your fate, once again, you kneel in front of him and work his already hard cock out of his pants.

What a sick bastard.

You take a deep breath before taking him in your mouth. For a short guy, he sure is big. Your head bobs up and down his length, slicking it up with your spit.

You hear him moan with how pleasing the sensations are.

Fuck, just hurry up and come.

You’re not at all experienced with this kind of thing, so Levi has to guide you. He spits direction after direction in your ear.

“Ah, fuck, don’t use your fucking teeth, you bitch!”

“Fuck, go a little deeper. Come on. Gag on my cock.”

“Swirl your tongue around the tip.”

“There you go. Now, start humming.”

That last one seemed to really be Levi’s favorite as he’s making all kinds of noises. His deep voice grunting with joy.

His hands fist your hair, making your mouth go the pace he wants as he face fucks you. It’s no longer in your control anymore, and you can’t help feeling nauseous from all of the gagging.

You try to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, but you still feel light headed.

And then something gooey oozes into your mouth and down your throat. Your face twists at the taste. You don’t like the salty texture at all.

Is that what come tastes like?

You immediately try to rip your head away from him, but he holds your head there firmly for a few more seconds. You push at his thigh, trying to get off of his dick. He finally lets you up after he’s done using your mouth to warm him.

“That was a shitty first time, Y/N. I’m rather displeased. I guess I’ll just have to train you.”

“Yes, Captain.” You look down at the ground, still sitting on your knees. “May I go now?”

“Don’t be stupid. You think you can just waltz out of here after a half assed blowjob and think everything will just magically be okay? We’re nowhere near done. My first lesson that I’m going to teach you is a good cadet follows orders.”

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #attack on titan #yandere attack on titan #snk smut #snk yandere #snk #snk levi #aot levi #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman aot #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi ackerman x reader #captain levi

[icyhottodo178]

Kinktober Day One: Dry Humping- Kuroo Tetsuro X Reader

Note: This is my first time writing something like this so please bear with me. Hope you enjoy!

Contains: Sexual content, dry humping, dom!fem!reader, 18+ content.

Word count: 453 words

You were just finishing your homework as you heard your boyfriend moaning and you wondered what was going on so you decided to check what he was up to. But what you saw made you gasp.

Kuroo Tetsuro, your boyfriend, was currently humping his pillow while moaning your name and the whole scene was definitely turning you on.

“Kuroo? What are you doing? You horny boy,” You said in a sultry tone as you lick your lips and you slowly make your way to the bed. Kuroo’s movements stopped as you saw how hard he was right now and how his cock strained against his boxers.

“I-It’s not what it looks like. I-I can explain!” Kuroo said as he was blushing and he couldn’t believe that you had caught him in the act of him dry humping but he couldn’t hold himself back anymore so he decided to hump his pillow to relieve himself of his sexual tension.

“Shush baby. It’s alright and I’m not mad at you so why don’t you continue? Try not to cum straight away. Got it, baby boy?” You tell him as you watch his hazel eyes widen for a few seconds at your command but he begins to hump his pillow like he did before and he was moaning even louder than he was before.

You slowly trace your finger along his cock as you watch his body shudder at the sudden contact and you smirk at his reaction. You place your hand underneath his chin as you turn his head so that he’s facing you and you kiss his lips while he continues.

Kuroo kisses you back as you soon pull away afterwards and he moans even more since he’s almost close to cumming. You keep your eyes on your boyfriend as he whines and you can tell how desperate he is to cum.

“Ahh.. Ahh.. Please let me cum,” Kuroo begs as you nod in response and soon his movements slow down. He moans one last time as he cums in his boxers and afterwards his boxers are a mess, having a white stain on them.

“Good job, baby boy. Now come on and let’s get you cleaned up. Maybe we can continue afterwards,” You said to your boyfriend as you help him into the bathroom and you open the tabs of the bathtub before he takes off his cum stained boxers.

He steps into the bathtub as he sighs in relief while you go into the bedroom to change the pillow sheet and replace it with a new one. You put the pillow down as you wonder if you found a new kink of yours and maybe one day you could explore it with Kuroo.

So that is Day One of Kinktober complete and let me know what you guys thought of this down below in the comments. I hope you all enjoyed it and Day Two will be posted tomorrow.

This is @icyhottodo178 signing off until next time! Peace out!!

#kuroo smut #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #kuroo testuro #reader insert #female reader #humping kink #18+ post #smut #female dominance #kinktober 2023

[whorekneecentral]

can I please request a Robert Lewandowski smut where the reader is either his secretary or social media manager and he calls her into his office to let off some steam after losing (or winning idc) a match? thanks so much!

y'all this man wasn't even on the list when you sent this in lmaoooo

It wasn't unusual for you to be over at his place. You had came back with him after the match, you had a few things to go over with him and he figured he'd just order dinner before you head home.

Being his press officer was fairly easy. He didn't give you any push back and went along with what you told him to do, but that was mostly because you knew him well enough to know whether he'd want to do that or not.

He was currently on an interview with a up and coming football magazine, the journalist had begged for an interview after the win today and you remembered how hard it was when you were starting, how you'd take any job you got hence why you caved and gave her the interview.

You sat across from him, the laptop open on the desk as he chatted with her over Zoom. She thanked him for his time, before letting you know she'd send a preview of the article to you prior to publishing it.

Robert watched as you closed the tab, opening up a few things to show him, carving out his schedule for the next week.

You were leant on the edge of the desk, Robert's eyes wandering to your thigh, the ink peeking out from under your shorts.

"Is that new?" He interrupts, pointing to your thigh.

You glance down, seeing what he was talking about. "Yeah, got it over the winter." You pull the hem of your shorts up to show him. There's an intricate vine of flowers, lots of different colours and line work.

His hand reaches for your thigh, stopping himself before he actually touches you. "Can I ?" He asks, looking at you and you nod, stepping a bit closer so he can.

Robert's fingers drag over the tattoo on your thigh, tracing the lily at the top.

He looks up at you and you look at him, any sort of professionalism goes out the window. He gets up, pinning you between him and the desk when he kisses you, both of your hands on his cheeks.

You're on the desk now, the man between your legs, most of the clothes had ended up on the floor.

"Are you sure?" He asks and you nod, "I'm sure."

One arm over his shoulder and the other hand pressed to the desk to hold you up when he pushes into you. 

Robert has one of your legs over his hip, holding you in place. “Such a good girl,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, “taking it so well for me, hm?” 

Your skin’s all sticky and his hands roam across your body, his lips find yours as he leans down to kiss you. His thrusts are sloppy, his hands holding your hips tightly as he rams into you, your own hand on his back and surely his pale skin is covered in red marks; your nails the primary cause of that.

He can see the look on your face, feel the way you were clench around him or how your perfectly manicured nails were digging into him.

#robert lewandowski #robert lewandowski x reader #robert lewandowski smut