Hii, Mercyy!! Not to rush you or anything—BUT WHERE THE HELL ARE THE POST? IT'S KINKTOBER AND I WAS(still am) LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR FICS😤
P.S: Your well-being and peace of mind come first, always. It’s okay to take a step back and focus on what feels manageable right now. Writer’s block can be tough, but it doesn’t diminish your talent or dedication. Take your time to rest and create at your own pace; your readers will be here when you’re ready. You’re doing wonderfully💛
BROOO work and school has literally been kicking my ass, and my mental is genuinely fucked 😭 I feel so bad for lying again but unfortunately I don’t think kinktober would be possible, I’ll try posting at LEAST 3 fics god willing by the end of the month but I’m so so so sorry, I’m tired of making promises I can’t keep. 💔💔
That short Levi fic is amazing!! I'm so happy to see you posting
Thank you!! I’ve got a new job and school going on and haven’t given myself the chance to write anything 😭😭 but my schedule is getting less busy so hopefully I can use this time to write more !!
cw: ⟡ p in v sex, unprotected sex, back shots, reverse cowgirl, fondling, overstimulation, Levi is a STARVED man, short but sweet !! ₊ ⊹
(Been super busy but I’m back, reqs always open !!)
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Unfortunately, Levi was an extremely meticulous person. When he wanted things done a certain way, it would have to be done that exact way— no ifs, ands, or buts about it. If something wasn’t just right, you bet your sorry ass you’d be hearing about it immediately.
His eyebrows would do that thing. Where it’s half way between scrunching together tightly—all furrowed—but slightly twitching like a ticking bomb waiting to explode.
Unfortunately, Levi was also relentlessly precise. He took his time. Calculating, formulating exactly what he’d envision. He retained complete focus on even the smallest details, the ones no one would notice but himself. It made him feel good—like he was in on an inside joke with just himself, and the tiny bookshelf he’d moved just two inches to the left.
Why rush through something and settle for half-decent results when you could truly take your time and savor the outcome?
Unfortunately, Levi applied that same meticulousness to you. Calculating, formulating exactly how he wanted you.
On his bed, in the shower, on the kitchen counters, on his desk — fuck, hewantedtofuckyouagainsthisdesksobad— he’d envisioned it all.
Unfortunately, he’d envision you riding his hard cock from the back, while getting the exact view of you he wanted.
How delicately your pussy would roll over his aching cock, taking in fullness of his length. How tenderly the plump globes of your ass would bounce back against his lower abdomen. How his hand would settle on the small of your back, while the other slightly spreads you open, getting a better view of how deeply you took him.
He’d envision you tightly clenching around him once you were close. Your walls feeling gummy after thrusting into you at an unraveling pace. You, cuming all over his cock, while he’d tenderly pump into you— guiding you through the waves of your climax, until your body shivered from the intensity of it all.
Unfortunately, when Levi had his mind set on something, he made sure it happened—every detail exactly as he wanted, you exactly as he wanted.
(short asf but dw twin stay tuned for part two !!)
Me to the people up here who talk down on Black women’s writing, yet they’re the same ones churning out “x reader” fics that assume whiteness—while openly writing, promoting, and romanticizing incest, abuse, rape, and pedophilia:
Black writers—and all POC writers—deserve respect, not condescension. Your ignorance isn’t critique, it’s bigotry. Stop being hateful, stop being ignorant, AND LEAVE MY PEOPLE ALONE!
Idk if your requests are open but have you written blue collar reiner x housewife reader 💓💓
tbh I've written so much for Reiner I've lost track LMAO, but I don't think I've written this specific prompt because I actually live this irl 💀 BUT I'LL DO IT FOR YOUUUUUUUU!!! 🫶🏻
Thank you, thank you for the request anon, MUAH 😽
tags: Reiner x f!reader, established relationship, fingering, teasing, missionary, smut.
Dinner had been put in later than normal, getting a text from your husband that he was going to be running late, deciding to work a bit of overtime. Not bothered by that, more along the lines of grateful since you got home just before five after spending the day with your friends, rushing to get dinner ready.
Since he wouldn't be home for another thirty or so minutes, you leisurely cleaned the kitchen as dinner cooked in the oven, the ambient music you put on for background noise making the entire kitchen feel warm and welcoming. Your life was simple and it was all thanks to your husband who worked from sunup to sundown, ensuring you wouldn't have to stress about anything other than the house and your hobbies. At first you were skeptical about not working and just letting him work, feeling as if you were being unfair but Reiner insisted otherwise.
Your days were filled with tidying up the house, running errands, hanging out with friends and welcoming Reiner when he stepped through the door. Life was simple but sweet and that's all you could've asked for really.
A familiar closing of the front door alerted you, turning off the sink and smiling the second you saw your husband, dirty and sweaty still. Reiner beamed down at you, wrapping his dusted cement arms around your waist and hauling you into a hug. Fiercely he kissed the side of your head and the whiff of metal, earthy dust and sweat hit your nostrils, stirring something inside you in an instant. Whatever it was about how Reiner smelled when he came home from work was almost crazy the way it made you want to pounce on him.
"What's for dinner? Smells good." Stating gruffly, kissing your cheek and heading towards the kitchen to locate the smell. He always raved about your cooking to the guys at the job site, to the point a few of them asked him to bring some so they could try as well.
"Honey roasted baked chicken." Following him into the kitchen, glancing at the timer with thirty minutes left, smiling his way. Reiner sighed blissfully at your answer, swearing he was close to salivating just at the mention of what was in the oven.
"Did you make extra?"
Giggling to his question, you nodded, slipping past him so you could finish loading the dishwasher while the chicken cooked. The shuffle of Reiner's feet could be heard behind you, then two large palms were holding you at the waist, pulling you back into his chest, the scratch of his unshaven cheek coming in contact with your neck, sending a wave of goosebumps across your arms. You were nearly asking what he was doing until his hands traveled to the waistband of your tiny shorts, snapping them against your skin, chuckling to the small flinch.
"I missed you today." Rumbling into your ear, giving it a light kiss as he flattens his hands over your stomach, the callouses such a contrast to your soft supple skin.
"You always miss me." Joking back and leaning more into his chest, angling your body to mold perfectly to his. Obviously he missed you more than he normally did, pressing your ass right up to his crotch and noticing how he was halfway aroused. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for him, utterly obsessed with you, his pretty little wife that he loved to come home to.
"I know," Hooking his arms right underneath your tits and pulling you back even more. "But I missed you today, couldn't stop thinking about this morning, I don't know how I made it through work."
"Oh that's why?" Reaching around to palm his ever growing erection, savoring the muffled grunt from your action, noticing how quickly he nodded against your head. "All I did was make sure you were up after the five alarms went off."
Muffling your laugh behind your hand, taking in a sharp breath as the memories from early this morning flooded back. The lazy, unhurried sex at four am that almost made him take the day off, just so he wouldn't have to wait until he got home to have you. He was especially needy this morning, begging you to go one more round even after you left his lap to clean up in the bathroom. Any other time you would've said yes, but he would've been late to work.
"Mhm, but like I said I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." He turned you around as he spoke, walking you back into the counter, boxing you in with his arms and sneaking down for a kiss, one you gladly accepted. Reiner still had the tracings of tobacco on his breath and lips, something you'd gotten used to over the years, something so signature to him. But he reduced his smoking or nicotine fixations to just at the job site, knowing you weren't overly fond of the overwhelming smell. Both of you inhaled into the kiss, Reiner getting carried away faster than expected, lifting you onto the counter and slipping his hands under your shirt, groping one of your tits. You whined quietly against his lips, locking your legs around his waist and scooting down until you were sitting on the very edge, giving him the opportunity to press his hard on right at your crotch, moaning at the relief that was brought instantly.
"How much time is left on the oven?" Reiner asks breathlessly through his kisses, dipping down to your neck to suck and bite marks there, his favorite thing to do at the moment. Peering over his shoulder, trying to make out the time, you squinted and purely guessed.
"Twenty five minutes? I don't-"
He cut you off mid sentence by lifting you flawlessly from the counter, holding all your weight in one of his arms as he flipped off the main kitchen light, grabbing the back of your head and smashing you into another kiss. You couldn't tell where he was going, the heavy steps from his boots on the hardwood floors giving you a sliver of an idea, only until you were thrown onto the couch did you know.
Pulling his shirt over his head as you sat up on your elbows, you hummed with a smile seeing the massive biceps and broad chest come to descend upon you as he hovered over you with a dirty smirk. Dirt and grime from the job site stuck to his skin, even though he had been wearing a shirt, looping your arms around his thick neck and keeping your legs spread to accommodate the width of his entire body. There was an imprint on his lower stomach from where his belt buckle pressed into him all day, a faint happy trail just above it, making you wish he'd let you drop to your knees and suck him off until he was coming down your throat. But Reiner was very insistent about your pleasure, dedicating himself to it every time the two of you found yourself tangled in one another.
"Fuck, I couldn't stop thinking about this right here when I was at work. Do you know how many pipes I almost dropped today?" Asking as he softly ground into you through his jeans, nipping along your chin.
"You need to stop getting so distracted, I don't want you getting hurt." Reasoning back with him, pressing your nose to his neck and inhaling as much of the faint earthy musk that still clung to his skin, beginning to feel a bit primal yourself.
"How do you expect me to do that when I have the most perfect woman waiting for me when I get home?" Softly kissing your lips and using one of his hands to undo his belt, the familiar clinking sending a bolt of arousal straight to your cunt, knowing what was coming. Reiner sat back on his knees, jeans pushed down just enough to where he could easily pull his dick out when he was ready, reaching for your tiny shorts and pulling those off, expecting you to have on a pretty pair of panties but was met with your bare cunt. You felt the heat go to your cheeks seeing the way he crumbled, grabbing underneath your knees and pulling you back, throwing one of your legs over the back of the couch, spreading you open. He took two fingers into his mouth, wetting them and teasing just one of them at your hole, smiling like the dirty bastard he was when you sucked in a sharp breath and arched off the couch.
"Whatcha do today baby?" Speaking in such a casual tone as his thumb inched closer and closer to your throbbing clit.
"Had a girls day with-" Stopping yourself to hide the pathetic moan that almost came out as Reiner pressed slow circles to your clit, inching his middle finger inside you at the same time.
"With who?" Asking as if he weren't the direct cause of your abrupt ending of words, looking up at him and rolling your eyes to the smug satisfied look on his face.
"Pieck." Mewling out, trying not to rut your hips into his big hands, even though you were desperate for it, yearning for it. For a man who towered over you in size, he was so gentle when it came to you, handling you so delicately it was endearing.
"Shopping?"
Nodding your head and proceeding to throw it back as his middle finger sunk into you all the way, the perfect stretch you need before taking him the other way.
"Just coffee, and a little bit of shopping."
Panting your words and unable to tear your eyes away once you brought your head back up, the precise motions of his thumb on your puffy clit and the single thick finger slowly moving in and out of your pussy. Reiner's dick was already leaking pre through his boxers and you clenched around his finger as you pictured the way it'd be inside you shortly. And he took notice of your staring, chuckling deep in his throat as he pulled his cock free, wrapping his other hand around the base and giving it a generous squeeze. You softly moaned and then gasped as his ring finger began to slip inside with the first finger, stretching you open even more, prompting your legs to shake as they rested over his thighs.
Reiner watched his hand and your contorting face with rapt attention, occasionally smearing the bead of pre around the head of his cock, elevating his breathing. You tried not to moan embarrassingly loud, but you swore he was trying to get you to that point, fluttering his fingers fast along your walls, pressing his thumb down harder on your clit, the whole nine yards. And soon enough you were a mess, begging for release and for him all at once.
"God I'm about to cum, I need to come Reiner."
The moment you confessed to how close you were, his fingers were yanked out and you were looking up at him in shock and irritation.
"You're only coming on my cock tonight sweetheart, I don't have a lot of patience right now." Pushing you back down onto the couch, shimmying his jeans down more, not even realizing he still had his boots on, but probably wouldn't even care if you did realize. The angry red tip glided through the folds of your pussy as he kept your mouth occupied with his, sloppily kissing you and releasing heavy breaths, so enamored with the woman below, even if it were his hundredth time getting to have her.
His promise was contradicting his actions, pulling away from the kiss and slipping your hand between your pressed bodies, taking hold of his cock and guiding just the tip inside, a pitiful moan leaving your lips. Reiner squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on your bottom lip, waiting a second until he started to push more of himself in, palming the side of your face and smiling triumphantly at how silent you got. Something about your reaction to him entering you was so satisfying to him, he loved to witness it every single time.
"Fuck, please start moving."
Another deep rumbling chuckle came into ear shot, Reiner pressing his bare chest to yours, despite the shirt you wore being in the way still, and kissed the outer shell of your ear.
"Am I not allowed to savor how good you feel for a moment?" Asking in such a taunting tone, grinding his hips in a circle, leading you to digging your nails down his shoulders, murmuring his name again.
"Not with how you teased me, and if you want to finish before the oven goes off, I'd start moving big boy."
And he suddenly was more inclined to listen to you, drawing his hips back and snapping them forward, repeating his thrusts again and again but at an agonizing slow pace, feeling every vein and ridge of his cock along your walls, arching into him and letting him hear every pretty noise that climbed up your throat.
Gradually his pace began to quicken, the overwhelming sensation of your tight warm walls hugging his cock so perfectly, making it easier for him to just keep getting faster and faster, chasing the release that gave him that unattainable high from anything else. Reiner grunted and tightly help you at the hip, listening to the way your skin collided with his in a loud smack, every single time.
"Fuck one of these days I'm just going to come home for lunch instead of waiting all day." The humorous confession sending a wave of heat down to your lower stomach, instinctively clenching around him and noticing the way his arms shook because of it.
"Gonna come home and fuck your pretty wife until you can't cum anymore?" Switching to your own teasing, throwing one of your legs over his lower back and pushing him down more, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip.
"Mhm, wherever she's at I'll have her right there, fuck her on my cock until she's begging for more."
You shuttered to the raspy promise, wondering if this was just sex talk or if Reiner had really been considering coming home on his lunch breaks just for you. Leaning up to kiss him, you sigh at how his thrusts turned measured but deep, nudging right against your g-spot and smiling at the way you could feel him twitch.
"Are you close? You know where to cum baby, give it to me." Throwing your arm back over his neck, only for him to pull back, grabbing that arm to kiss your knuckles, then placing both of his hands at your hips, sucking in a large breath and then relentlessly fucking into you.
It was so sudden and unexpected, you cried out, throwing your hands above your head to hold onto the arm of the couch, chanting Reiner's name as he fucked you like an untamed animal.
"Arch for me baby, that's it, let me see those perfect tits bounce." Growling the command, briefly taking one hand away from your hip and tugging your shirt up, watching your tits bounce perfectly in time with each of his thrusts. His balls beginning to tighten the longer he fixates on the movements, ultimately grabbing one in his hands, flicking the nipple with his thumb and huffing to the way you whined.
"M'reiner, I'm about to cum-" Locking your ankles around his hips, showing him just how much you wanted him to cum as well, wanting to feel him fill you up to the brim. Reiner nodded, taking the same two fingers from earlier and wetting them in his mouth, pressing them down onto your clit and driving into you even faster.
Everything started to blur, the sound of your skin smacking against his drowned out into nothing as your orgasm blinded you, crying out his name and gushing around his unrelenting cock, the sensation of his cum following a second later and the weight of your husband crashing down on you as he shallowly thrusted into you, pumping every last bit of cum deep inside you.
Another sloppy kiss met your lips, relaxing on the couch and resting one of your arms over his shoulder, sensually kissing him slow and tender. You could tell he didn't want to pull out from the way he used his body weight to keep you pinned to the couch. After a moment, the oven timer went off and you tried to slip out from under him, but Reiner gently pushed you back onto the couch with a quiet "I got it."
He did make sure to slip your shorts back on as he ran to the kitchen while holding his jeans up, trying not to laugh too loudly. Reiner returned after a moment with his jeans zipped and buttoned, but his belt left undone, reaching down to cup your face so he could smother you in kisses again.
"Did you make any sides?"
"Broccoli, there's some being kept warm on the stove, I'll make you a plate when it cools off."
Reiner shook his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I told you I got it, just lay back and relax." Giving a little snicker and sauntering off back to the kitchen, noticing he kicked his boots off somewhere, meaning there was a high chance you were going to trip on them later.
"Oh by the way." Hearing him call from kitchen, already getting up to make your way there already, stopping for a second so he could continue. "I accidentally kicked my lunch off the top floor and uh it shattered."
Jesus fucking christ.
Slipping into the kitchen and seeing him nervously plate the food for you and him, you crossed your arms and raised a brow. This wasn't something out of the ordinary for him, but you just bought that lunch box like a month ago.
"It shattered?"
Reiner jumped hearing your voice, nervously smiling and turning to the fridge to grab the pitcher of tea. "Yea, I'm sorry baby I know you just got that one."
Dramatically sighing and grabbing cups from the top cabinet, you placed them in front of him so he could pour the tea. He apologized again with a kiss to the top of your head and you leaned into his side as he came to wrap an arm around you, plating some of the chicken that was finally cooled down enough.
"That's fine, you can make it up to me by paying for the next impromptu shopping trip." Snickering and stealing a piece of broccoli. You could feel Reiner grunt with a laugh, perfectly okay with that arrangement as if he didn't pay for everything already.
Giving Zoro head after he's fresh out of the shower from his routine training is the quickest way to his heart, especially when he doesn't expect it. He'll walk in to his quarters, towel drying his hair and you'll be sitting on the edge of the bed with this look that he can't quite place. He'll begin to say something until you pat the bed next to you, requesting for him to lay down and he does so without question.
The moment your lips press to his defined abs and slowly make your way down is when his breath hitches and his hand is planting on top of your head.
He knows what's coming and that's why he can't help the cascading groans falling from his lips before you even reach his cock, or how he'll breathlessly say your name and fall apart when your eyes shoot up to meet his. Zoro is a very simple man, give him unexpected attention and he's putty in your hands. Masculine dominance aside, Zoro craves how easily you can take all the control from him the moment your lips brush across his twitching cock. He doesn't care, he just wants to watch your cheeks hollow and see the spit form at the corners of your mouth as you drag up and down his shaft.
You'll tease him with a few kitten licks where the pre is leaking, humming in satisfaction to the taste, as if it's all you've been thinking about all day. You cast your spell on Zoro so easily, it's like child's play at the point.
Zoro will throw his head back the moment your lips enclose around the tip, curling his fingers on your head and huffing out quick breaths as he tries to watch, but knows he has little to no control over himself and might cum too early and he hates coming too early, especially when it's like this. You don't seem to mind, not with the mirth in your eyes and the vibrating laugh climbing up your throat to bounce off his flesh. All you care about is getting to listen to the deep, raspy groans he tries to hide as you suck and swirl your tongue around.
You can't tease him for long, knowing how quickly he can cum if he so pleases, the one thing you haven't gotten control over yet, so you'll come off, suck down a breath and relax your jaw to take his thick cock. Zoro moans your name when you're about halfway down, canting his hips in the air, chasing the tightness and warmth your throat can provide, how at this point he'd admit that he needs it if someone asked. You smile with your lips around his cock, surprising him by taking him down all the way, burying your nose in the mossy green patch of hair, letting the saliva drip down to his balls, feeling him twitch.
Then the begging starts when you don't come back up, holding him in your throat and looking up at him, you've mastered this and Zoro is torn between loving it and hating it, because he craves the suction. Though, his breathless pleas and his hand stroking your cheek are enough to entice, bobbing your head up and down, moaning in time with his moans and watching how fast he falls apart.
Zoro is so easy and you wouldn't have it any other way, especially when he gets close and all the little pet names he pretends to despise come pouring out of his mouth.
"Don't stop baby, fuck"
"You're so good to me doll, keep going."
And so on and so forth, getting a shiver down your spine at how raspy the names are against his throat, how he's just on the precipice and needing that final nudge to send him over the edge. Delicate hands that could only belong to you cradle his balls, giving them that tentative squeeze, watching the way he shoots up and pushes your head down further until your nose is bent and pressed to his skin. Warm ropes of cum follow, swallowing him so deep they shoot into the back of your throat, fluttering your eyes back and whining, dick pulsing even more.
There'll be so much of it, you'll have to wipe the remnants from your lips, or let Zoro do it as he pulls you into his lap, smirking as he pushing his thumb past your swollen lips to clean it off. And you'll do it so dutifully, grinding softly against his limp and soft cock, enticing him for more with a wet slobbery kiss and another shower that was sure to follow for the both of you
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The clock above the soda machine flicked past 2:47 AM.
Rain tapped against the windows in slow, sticky patterns. The storm hadn’t broken yet—just threatened like it had something to prove. You sat in the corner booth, legs curled under you, denim soaked at the hem, the taste of burnt coffee going stale in your mouth. The fluorescent lights above buzzed like a warning.
She was behind the counter, back to you, wiping down the griddle. Slow, methodical. Her long locs were twisted up into a loose bun, curls damp at the ends like she’d been out in the same drizzle as you. Her tank top clung to her shoulders, tattoo ink glinting under the grease-slick light—lines of flowers curling into scripture, a set of eyes across the back of her bicep that watched without blinking.
You hadn’t spoken a word to her in three nights.
She hadn’t kicked you out, either.
But tonight… you were pushing it.
Your cup had been empty for an hour. No refill. No look. Just her hands moving—steel wool on cast iron, cloth on chrome, the rhythm of a woman who’d worked her way out of something once and wasn’t going back.
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Swallowed the scrape of pride rising in your throat.
She beat you to it.
"If you ain't got money, you better have hands,” she said, not turning. “Or legs. Either one better be good for cleanin’.”
Your gut went tight. You stood slow.
“I can mop,” you said.
She looked over her shoulder—first time she’d made eye contact all week. Her eyes were dark, unreadable. They stayed on you a second too long.
“You ever hold a mop before, baby girl?”
The end of that sentence should’ve sounded sweet. But it didn’t. It cracked like flint.
You nodded.
She didn’t ask again.
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The mop water was lukewarm and cloudy. The handle had duct tape wrapped around the grip. You pushed it across the tile like you meant it, trying not to think about how quiet it had gotten. Just the slop of water. The sound of her pacing behind you.
When you turned around, she was closer.
Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, one brow raised. The tattoos on her collarbone peeked out where her tank dipped. Her voice came low.
"How old are you?”
“Old enough.”
She smirked. Just barely.
“That ain’t an answer.”
You stopped moving. Your hand tightened on the mop handle.
“##” <- whatever age you want
She didn’t blink. Just looked at you.
Then—slowly, deliberately—she stepped forward. Her boots echoed on the wet tile, stopping just inches from yours. You could smell the smoke and grease in her shirt. Feel the heat of her body in the way her presence swallowed the air.
“You been starin’ at me like you want somethin’. You gon’ keep actin’ scared or ask for it like a big girl?”
You couldn’t speak. She was taller than you, broader. Her voice was soft, but your whole spine shivered under it.
She tilted her head.
“Mm. That’s what I thought.”
Then her hand was on your hip.
Heavy. Confident.
And everything in your chest broke open.
Her fingers flexed on your hip, slow like she was feeling out the shape of something she already owned.
You didn’t breathe.
Didn’t dare.
The diner’s lights buzzed overhead. Somewhere, the wind hit the windows hard enough to rattle the panes, but neither of you flinched. Her gaze stayed locked on you—dark, low-lidded, like she was reading you line by line.
“You runnin’ from something?” she asked, voice steady.
You didn’t answer.
She stepped in, close enough that your back hit the edge of a table, wood biting into your spine. Her hand moved up your side—warm, rough, the calluses catching on the thin cotton of your shirt.
“Mm,” she hummed. “Didn’t think so.”
Your legs were shaking. She hadn’t even kissed you yet.
She leaned down slow. You could see the scar on her lip, the glint of silver at the edge of her earring. Her locs had slipped loose, brushing your shoulder.
“You know what I want, right?”
You nodded.
Then her mouth was on yours.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was a claiming.
She kissed you like you owed her something. Like your mouth was a promise and she was cashin’ it in. Her hand slid around your throat—not squeezing, just resting there, thumb dragging up under your jaw until you tilted your head and gave her more.
You whimpered.
She chuckled against your lips.
“Knew it,” she murmured.
She pinned you there, not with brute force—but with certainty. Like she’d already made up her mind. One hand on your throat, the other cupping your ass through your jeans, pulling you flush against her.
You were already soaked.
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She led you into the back, past the dish sink, past the swinging door, into the storage room that smelled like metal shelves, lemons, and mop water.
She didn’t turn the lights on.
Just pinned you to the nearest wall, one hand flat against your chest, the other working your jeans open.
"You wanna be mine for the night?” she asked, voice low in your ear. “You wanna stop pretendin’ you ain’t been beggin’ for it with those pretty eyes?”
“Yes,” you whispered. “Please.”
“Then shut up and hold still.”
She dropped to her knees like it meant nothing. Like she’d done this a thousand times before—because maybe she had.
You barely had time to register the cool air on your thighs before she tugged your jeans down, dragging your panties with them, letting both bunch around your ankles.
“Messy little thing,” she muttered, voice low as a growl. “Bet this pretty pussy’s been aching since you saw me.”
Her tongue was on you before you could answer—hot, thick licks between your folds, like she wanted to drown in the taste of you. She flattened her mouth against your slit and sucked your clit in slow, deliberate pulls, fingers digging into your thighs to hold you still.
You gasped, knees buckling.
She didn't stop.
She moaned into your cunt like it was good to her, like it fed her something she’d been starving for.
“So wet for me already,” she muttered, voice soaked in sin. “That what happens when someone finally pays attention to you, sweetheart?”
Two fingers slid into you smooth—crooked just right, thick and slow like she was savoring the stretch.
“You take it so easy, baby,” she cooed. “That how you got by? Bein’ a sweet little slut for whatever hands felt nice enough?”
Your stomach clenched, you shook your head.
You shouldn’t have liked it.
You loved it.
She curled her fingers and you cried out—hips jerking, legs shaking.
"Ahh!—mmghn—mhm," you grabbed her wrist as all kinds of noises slipped pass your lips. Just her fingers and mouth felt so good.
“That’s it,” she growled. “Don’t run now. I wanna feel you fall apart on my fuckin’ hand.”
You came fast and hard—her mouth never leaving you, fingers working you through it. You sobbed her name without meaning to. She held your thighs open and licked up everything like it belonged to her, like she had every right.
Then she stood.
Her mouth was slick with you. She spit in your mouth without warning—slow, wet, heavy—and palmed your jaw when you gasped.
“Swallow it, honey.”
You did.
"Good girl.”
You barely had time to breathe before she turned you around and bent you over the metal table, chest pressing into the cold steel.
You heard the sound of a zipper. A low grunt. Then the soft, cruel snap of a strap tightening against her hips.
“Gon’ fuck the spoiled outta you,” she said, voice tight. “Hold still.”
She pushed in with one smooth stroke—deep.
The strap filled you slow, too slow—then rough, slamming in with a rhythm that felt like punishment and pleasure all at once. Her hands gripped your hips like reins. One slid up your back, grabbed your hair, yanked your head up.
"Look at yourself,” she hissed, forcing your gaze to the reflection in the dark window. “Look how messy you get for me. Drippin’ down your thighs like a hungry little bitch.”
"Please—” you whimpered.
“That ain’t beggin’. You want mercy, you ask like a proper slut.”
She fucked you then—rough, grinding strokes that punched the air from your lungs. You could feel her watching your face the whole time. Her hand wrapped around your throat again, not enough to cut you off—just enough to own you.
“Takin’ this dick so pretty, baby,” she murmured against your ear. “God, look at you. My pretty lil’ runaway. All mine now, huh?”
You nodded desperately.
She slapped your ass, once, hard.
“Say it.”
“Y-yours—fuck—I’m yours.”
She groaned and buried herself deep, grinding until you cried out again.
And again.
And again.
After the last high tore through you, she pulled you up—body trembling, legs barely holding you. Her strength was quiet but absolute, like the kind of woman who never raised her voice because she never needed to.
She lifted you onto the metal table, between the stacks of napkins and old salt canisters, and stood between your knees. Her strap still glistened with your slick.
You blinked up at her, dazed.
She slid her fingers into your hair, tilted your head up so you couldn’t look anywhere but her face.
"You run all that way just to fall apart like this?” she asked, low.
You couldn’t speak.
Her hand slid between your thighs again—just a brush of her palm over your swollen cunt—and your whole body twitched.
"No hiding now, honey. You wanted this.”
“Look at me and say it.”
You swallowed hard, lips parted.
“I—I wanted it…”
“Wanted what?” she murmured, pressing in closer. Her strap nudged at your entrance again, just teasing.
“You. I wanted you.”
Her eyes didn’t soften, but her mouth twitched like maybe she liked hearing that a little too much.
She gripped your thighs, pulled your hips to the edge, and slid inside slow—face to face this time. She held your jaw with one hand, forced your gaze to stay locked with hers.
“That’s better. Keep talkin’. I wanna hear you.”
She started moving, deep, steady strokes that stretched you open all over again. Your hands gripped her arms, nails digging into the tattoos that ran up her biceps like branches.
“Tell me what you been thinkin’ about since you walked through that door.”
“You—ahh,” you gasped. “The way you looked at me. Mmghn— The way I knew you’d—fuck—touch me.”
“Like what?” she asked, lips brushing your ear. “Like I own you? Like this messy lil’ thing was made to be filled up?”
You nodded frantically.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes. Yes—fuck—it’s yours.”
“That’s right,” she growled, hips grinding deep until your head fell back. “Such a sweet slut when you behave.”
She spit in your mouth again and kissed you after—hot and filthy, tongue dominating yours as her thrusts picked up, harder, meaner now. Her hand wrapped around your throat again—not to cut off your breath, but to own your voice.
“Say you need me.”
“I—I need you—need this—need you to keep me, please—”
“You’re mine now, ain’t you?”
“Y-Yes, fuck—mhm—please, don’t stop—don’t stop—”
Her thrusts turned punishing, her mouth dragging down your throat as you clenched around her again, tears slipping hot down your cheeks. She didn’t ease up. Not until she’d wrung every word out of you.
Not until she’d carved herself into your memory so deep you’d never forget the sound of her voice when she said:
“That’s my girl.”
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She lets you sleep in the back, curled up in her work flannel. Doesn’t say anything in the morning. But your coffee’s waiting—extra sugar, just how you never asked for it but needed it.
FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!
i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛
bye thank u sm 😭 I wanna do an actual long fanfic with story and depth but idk if I’ll do it on tumblr, bc tumblr is lowkey js one shots and smut which I looove but idk if a long 100k word fic would be appreciated on here. 🤷🏾♀️
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