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International student x Fermín

Reader and Fermín have been friends with benefits since she has to head home after the semester’s over but Fermín grows to have feelings for her and he confesses in the middle of sex. Something super teeth rotting, loads of fluff. Maybe Fer is a huge simp for the reader? If you’re comfy with this 😭

POLAND - FERMIN

summary: fermin will have to confess his feelings to you before you fo back to your home country or else its too late

a/n: not proofread, because again, I am lazy... sorry :D

warnings: smut, a lot.

It was simple at first.

"Sex only?" You asked while Fermin nodded his head.

"We're both too busy to maintain a relationship, so why not just agree to be sex buddies, besides that, you need to leave in 3 months. I mean we both enjoy the sex don't we?" Your eyes lit up at the suggestion. Your friendship was falling apart since weeks now. So you agreed.

You originally met him at the university in a class where you had to work on a project together. The connection between you two was felt immediately. He also was shocked that your Spanish was that good since you're from Poland, you only moved to Barcelona to study for a few years before moving there.

"And you're...?" Fermin pulled the chair next to you so he could sit down. You threw your hair behind your back after you looked at the fit blonde man next to you.

"Y/n" You couldn't help but smile at him.

"Beautiful name." He didn't try to hide that he was flirting, the smile and the way he turned to face you in his chair was so obvious. "I'm Fermin."

"Nice to meet you Fermin." You looked up at him, he was slightly taller than you while sitting.

"It's a pleasure for me. It's also a pleasure to be working with you, I'm sure we're gonna have a great time together." Fermin told you without paying attention to his surroundings.

"Mr López, enough of the flirting you have time for that in your free time." Your professor scolded him and you quickly turned your head the other way to laugh.

Fermin shook his head while looking down into his lap, trying to hide that smile that spread across his lips when you looked at him again.

Suddenly Fermin sat down next to you on the bench in front of the school. "What are your plans for next year?" Fermin avoided eye contact while you looked at him with a shocked expression.

"Um, hi?" You smiled at him while he finally looked at you. "I'm gonna move back home, I'm not from here."

"Wait, you're not spanish?" He turned his upper body towards you as his brows knit together. He raised his brows as you shook your head. "Your Spanish is incredibly good. Its fascinating almost, taking that you're not even Spanish." He stopped for a second while he looked away. "Where are you from?"

"Im from poland" You answered and he couldn't help but smile at your words.

"So you can talk to Lewandowski?" He laughed a bit while you just grinned at his words.

"If I ever meet Lewandowski I'll talk to him in polish, yeah." You laughed.

Fermin the smiled. "When I play in the first team with him, I'll make sure that you're gonna talk to him in polish."

"Are you free tonight or do you have to study?" Fermins face was visible on your phone as you held it infront of you. You were just taking a walk on the beach when the midfielder facetimed you. Fermin had to leave for practice in 10 minutes so he wanted to talk to you about his idea. Even tho his friends knew about the two of you hooking up, he hated to talk about that topic in front of them.

"I have to study, but I can maje some time, when do you get off practice?" You inhaled the fresh air coming from the ocean while your shoes kept sinking into the sand.

"Can I come over after practice? That gives you another six hours to study." Fermins lips grew inro a smile afyer he heard that one sigh that meant 'fine, you have convinced me'. And he was right. "Fine, but shower at the facilities, I dont want you using my shampoo ever again." You gwve him a strict look. The midfielder bit his lip whole he nodded.

"I will, see you later." Fermin looked at you and the blue sky behind you. "Bye" You gwve him a small smile and then hung up the phone. After his face disappeared from the display, your airpods started playing runaway by Kanye West again, the midfielder calling you had paused the music on your phone. You inhaled sharply and then went on with your day.

"Hey babe!" Fermins voice echoed through the hallway right after the door slammed shut.

"I told you to stop calling me that." You sung without even taking your eyes off of the papers infront of you.

"Hey Sexbuddy, does that sound better?" Fermin was standing behind you, his presence made you feel hot immediately.

"No, that just makes me sound like an object." Eyes scanning across your notes whike you talked to the midfielder.

"Babe it is then." Fermin leaned down to your neck, his hit breath against your skin gave you shivers. You sighed and then turned in your chair so that you could face him. You looked at him for a couple of seconds before turning around again and going back to your studies. He then put both of his hands on your shoulders and you exhaled deeply.

"I don't see you for 5 days and your shoulders are this bad? You really need to relax a bit more." Fermin told you and started to massage your shoulders. You threw your head back as his string hands started to enlighten the tension from your muscles.

"I know babe, my hands work wonders." Fermin whispered into your ear and you couldnt help but smile. Then you stood up and stood proud infront of him, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and shoulders pushed back. His hands slid from your shoulders to your waist, his big hands burning your skin with his hot touch. You were wearing a grey crop top with some black joggers.

You both knew why he was there, neither of you ever met up before to just talk with eachother. Maybe after sex he stayed sometimes but never just a normal meetup between the two of you.

"Let's go upstairs yeah?" You took Fermins right hand off of your body and interlocked your fingers with his. His lips curled up into a smile while he followed you up the staircase, his hand never leaving yours.

As soon as the two of you entered the bedroom, you closed the door and shut it behind yourself while Fermin shoved you against the door and crushed his lips into yours forcefully. Hot breaths were exchanged during the kiss and while Fermins hand slipped below the waistband of your joggers.

He then slipped them off then leaned down to grab your exposed tighs and lifted you up.

Your legs wrapped around his waist almost naturally and your lips never leaving his while your hands wrapped around his neck.

Eventually he walked you over to your bed and leaned over you, his hands sliding underneath the crop top and pulling it over your head. That left you only in your underwear.

"Take off your clothes Fer." You started pulling at the hem of his shirt until he chuckled and took off his clothes.

"Needy much princesa?" Fermin who was only in his boxers leaned over you again. The temple in his boxers was so obviously visible as you looked down at his abs.

"You could say that-" You then put your hands behind yourself and unclipped your bra, pulling it off your arms. His gaze shifted from your eye to your tits, a smirk made its way to his lips.

"But what if you find out instead?" You pulled off your panties too.

Fermin has never pulled down his boxers that fast as he did that time. His dick jumping out of the white fabric material, tip red and pre cum glistening over it. He pumped his hand uo and down a couple of times while he put your left leg over his shoulder. Your pussy was on display for jim.

"You're so wet." He mumbled as he licked his fingers and spread it along your folds. You were too much of a mess fo answer him, so thats why you nearly screamed when you felt his tip enter you, and slowly he was fully inside of you. You threw your head back and arched your back off the bed towards him. No matter how many times you slept with him, you couldn't get enough of him once he was inside of you.

"Are you okay?" Fermin groaned and you nodded, your heavy breathing made him worry a bit.

You nodded, and as he began thrusting in and out of you, you closed your eyes. The room was filled with noises of skin slapping, his low groans and your moans.

"You're amazing" Fermin hid his head in the crook of your neck. His hot breaths burning against your sweaty skin.

You shut your eyes as he hit a spot that made you drop your jaw. Fermin noticed that he hit the right spot and kept hitting it, soon the warm feeling in your stomach started to build up. The aching feeling in your legs got worse as he grabbed both of them and put them over his shoulders, allowing him to reach even deeper inside of you.

Just after a few seconds his rhythm became uneven and you knew he was about to come. And just a few seconds later Fermin came and you felt his load filling you up.

He was panting heavily as he then made you finish too just a couple of minutes later.

"Are you okay?" He asked you after the sex.

"Yeah" You answered shortly, a small smile decorating your lips as you were still in shock of how good it was, once again.

"Good." Fermin said and then kissed your cheek.

"Hermano where were you yesterday?" Gavi walked up to Fermin in the dressing room the next day. The blonde midfielder jumped a little, he feared seeing Gavi that day.

Gavi had called him the previous day and texted him a lot of times. Fermin however didn't pick up because he was busy seeing you.

That wasn't the first time it had happened that Fermin didn't pick up or answer his phone because he was seeing you. That was exactly why Gavi knew what his friend was up to.

"At home." Fermin told Gavi in a nervous tone, he tried to hide it as much as he could from the younger midfielder but it was impossible.

"You were with Y/n weren't you?" Gavi sighed and looked away for a second before looking back at Fermin. "Listen you need to tell her that you have feelings for her."

Gavi's words made Fermins hair stand up straight, it almost gave him shivers. He was well known to the fact that he may or may have not caught real romantic feelings for you, but nobody had ever told him to confront you about them.

"I can't, you know that. What we have is just sex, we agreed on that." Fermin answered shortly and then turned back to the shirt he wanted to pull over his head.

"Your time is running out, how long until she leaves?" Gavi stood in that one spot while his friend kept changing his clothes.

"2 months." Fermin answered and avoided eye contact.

"You need to tell her as soon as possible." Gavi gave him a serious look before he turned around and made his way to his locker.

"mhm"

"Are you busy?" Fermin asked while you just walked into the locker room at the gym you were going to. A deep sigh escaped your lips as your chest was still rising up and down at a bit of a faster pace.

"I'm at the gym rn, I just got done." Taking the dark blue towel you always had with you and drying off the sweat off your forehead, Fermin smiled on the other end of the phone.

"I'll pick you up and we'll go back to your place, is that good?" Fermin asked.

"Yeah, just hurry, and I'll need to take a shower when we're there." You explained while already grabbing your hoodie so that youre not walking around with a sports bra only.

"Perfect me too, see you soon." Fermin hung up the phone with a wide smile. You on the other hand wasn't so smiley. So when Fermins car stopped at the side of the road and you were able to get in, he notoced immediately that you were in a bad mood.

He leaned over the center console and pressed a kiss on your lips, your eyes immediately widened and you pulled away from him.

"What are you doing?" You raised your voice a little as you looked at him shocked. Fermins smile had faded and he just loomed at you, confused while hie mouth was slightl open.

"I kissed you" Fermin tried to justify himself and he began to drive while you grabbed the seatbelt.

"Why here, do you want anyone to see? Do you want the media to know that we're fuck buddies?" You asked, Fermin just stayed quiet while he focused on ths road and listened to you. He knew that you were right but it still hurt him a bit.

So he mumbled a quiet "Sorry" and you scoffed while pulling out your phone.

Fermin on the other hand was biting down on his tongue while he really tried to keep his mouth shut. He just got the confirmation that you would never want to be his girlfriend, you dont wanna be seen with him.

So he stayed quiet, until he parked down the car in front of your apartment. "So you're still down to fuck?" Fermin asked, speaking way too fast but confident while he looked at you, brows knit together.

As soon as you heard his tone you turned your head confused. "Are you seriously mad now?" Your brows were raised and the midfielder scoffed while shaking his head and turning off the car.

"Let's go inside, since you don't wanna be seen with me anyways." Fermin mumbled as he opened the door, it was difficult for you to understand the last part because he had already stepped out of the car.

"Fer, come on" you walked a bit faster so you could catch up with him, he walked to your apartment and unlocked the door with his key. Then he turned around as soon as you closed the door.

"So you still wanna get laid? I see." Fermin nodded without even trying to hear you out. You tried to speak up multiple times but he always just answered with "no" and cut you off, until you had enough.

"Could you just shut the fuck up for a second and hear me out?" Your voice loud, it made Fermin shut his mouth immediately, he now looked at you with raised brows and big eyes. "i never said I dont wanna be seen with you, I said I dont want people to find out that we're hooking up. That's only for you, because you know how everyone is, they'll say stuff like youre distracted by me and all of that. I don't like you kissing me in public for your careers sake." You spoke way too fast which left you with a lack of air after everything you said.

Fermins mouth was hanging slightly open and he was speechless, he felt like an idiot. Not hearing you out when what you did was completely right, you were right. Now the regret washed over him and he buried his face in his hands.

He lifted his head again as he mumbled a quiet "Sorry" while looking into your eyes with all honesty. "I'm so sorry, you're right." Fermin told you again, this time you didn't just stand there, taking a step closer to him, you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head against his body.

He also put his arms around you and immediately he felt safe, he felt like everything in the world was okay again. That was when his eyes widened, however you didn't notice that. The truth was, Fermin was scared of his feelings, of his romantical feelings towards you.

He didn't want to fall in love with his sex buddy, what was even worse that you were leaving soon.

You pulled him back from his thought as you looked up at him due to him being slightly taller. "I still wanna get laid tho." A smile displayed on your lips while Fermin was looking back at you with an even bigger one.

Before he however did anything, he leaned closer to you and carefully put his lips onto yours. His hands pulling your hips closer and for the first time, the kiss you two shared wasn't rushed, wasn't contained only of moans and heavy breaths, nothing sexual, just you two sharing a kiss.

Then you pulled away and then slowly started backing up into your bedroom, laying down on the bed, you took off your shirt. You smiled as he walked even closer to you.

"Hey it's 'The Best Sex You've Ever Had' what can I get you?" Fermin moved up his hand to his ear and pretended to talk into a microphone.

"I think I'd enjoy missionary," You smiled cheekily and Fermin nodded his head. He pulled his shirt off and after you both were naked, he got on top of you, admiring your body while he teased your entrance with his tip.

You threw your head back as he pushed inside you and you felt his dick twitch against your walls.

Then he slowly began to pull out and push in again. He repeated that for a whole while and eventually also added to your overstimulation by rubbing your clit. You both came at the same time and Fermin collapsed on top of you. Howver you convinced him that it's totally fine to do another round. So he oushed inside of yiu again, it didn't take long for him to feel on edge. "I'm about to come." He groaned while closing his eyes shut.

"Come inside me Fermin." You told him to which he just responded with a low and silent groan.

"Fuck, I love you" Fermin whispered without thinking and suddenly you immediately stopped moaning and looked at him still pumping his dick in and out of you.

"What?" You asked and took Fermins jaw to make him look up at you. He stopped his movements and looked up at you.

"What did you say?" Your voice sounding unsure, in that second Fermin realised what he said and his eyes widened.

"Nothing" He tried to ignore you and went back to thrusting inside of you, harder and faster this time but you stopped him again.

"Fermin stop, talk to me." You told him and he immediately stopped again. "What did you say?"

"Nothing"

"Shit Fermin I know you said I love you." You told him while you sat up and pulled a blanket over your legs.

Fermin opened his mouth but no words came out. He had to think everything he wanted to say through. "I don't know why, it's just- its just everytime I look at you I get this funny feeling." He explained, while the only thing you did was cover your mouth with your hand and look to the side.

"Fer we agreed to sex onl-" You began but he cut you off.

"Obviously we did, do you think I chose to fall inlove with you when you're literally leaving for Poland soon?" Fermin raised his voice a bit which made you look back at him.

"I don't know what to say honestly." You shrugged your shoulders and then looked away again.

"Listen I-" This time you cut off Fermin.

"I think you should go home." You told him and Fermins mouth opened slightly. He looked away for a second before making eye contact with you again.

"But-" He began but then stopped mid sentence. "Okay, I'll see you later." He gave you a faint smile while he grabbed his things and went towards the door. You flashed him an awkward smile and then watched him leave the bedroom.

THE NEXT DAY

"You have to tell him that you like him too." Luca whispered to you and you raised your head immediately to cover up his mouth with your hand.

"Are you mentally alright? Don't say that when he's right across the room?!" You whispered back aggressively and he laughed a little bit.

"Why won't you tell him though, you got the conformation that he loves you back." Luca still tried to convince you ans eventually you released an annoyed sigh.

"I'm afraid to start something with him that I cannot finish if I have to go back to Poland soon" You said and Luca furrowed his brows while he thought of a solution.

"Just stay here then" He shrugged his shoulders as he suggested. Your eyes widened and you gave him a look.

"You think its that easy? I dont have the money to live here, let alone afford something anywhere in the world." You admitted to which Luca reacted with a smile.

"Ask him to stay at his place until you can afford your own." Your classmate turned his head to face you and you looked back at him.

"You're not completely sane, I'm telling you." You mumbled while shaking your head, he laughed a little bit at your words.

You sighed deeply and then looked at Fermin across the classroom who was writing something on his paper. "I will talk to him."

"Hey Fer," Fermin turned around as soon as he heard you call his name. "can we talk?" You asked.

"Yeah, what's up" Fermin seemed closed off to you, he was even a bit awkward when talking to you.

"Can we go back to your place maybe? Just somewhere private." You suggested and he quickly nodded, then he turned around and you both got into his car. This is not the first time people from uni see you getting into Fermins car.

The drive to his place was quiet, awkward and uncomfortable. Not only for you but for him too. So when you arrived at his place, immediately you went inside and sat down on his couch. You weren't at his place that often because he preferred to stay at yours rather than at his.

So when he sat down next to you, you let out a heavy sight but he cut you off before you were able to even begin talking.

"I'm sorry, I know falling in love with you was a mistake when we agreed to only have sex, but you're so-" Fermin rushed his words until you said something.

"I love you too." Fermin however ignored you and kept talking.

" but you're so loveable and you always make me smile and- wait... what?" Fermin realized what you just told him, you wore a cheeky smile on your lips as his jaw dropped.

"You love me too?" He questioned to which you responded with a nod. "You love me too!" He jumped up in joy and opened up his arms. You smiled while standing up and hugging him back. He kept swinging with you in his arms from side to side and you couldn't help but smile.

"That means I can't let you go back to Poland." Fermin pulled back by an inch to look at you.

"If you'll ask me to, I'll never visit Poland again."

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atarathegreat · 6 months

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No Nut November Tokyo Revengers

Ft: Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Haruki Hayashida

Mikey is the only one that wins. It was stupid but you were having fun teasing Mikey. It was too easy when he refused to give in and just bury his cock as deep as he can. Walking around the house naked, showering with him, sleeping in nothing but your little underwear. Even if he was taking part in the silly little challenge (because he can't stand to let anyone beat him at anything, least of all Baji), you weren't. It was torturous to hear your sweet little sounds with his hand knuckle deep in your heat. His eyes were on the clock, his ears trained to hear only you. The absolute second that the clock hit 12:00am, he pulled his hand free and kissed your thigh. "Mikey!" You whined, having been so, so close to that edge you wanted. "It's December, babydoll." He crawled up, expertly slipping from his shorts and kicking them off the bed, "Tell me I can. Say it. Say the words." A little head nod and whine was the least he would accept, but he would accept it. In seconds Mikey was bottomed out, a whimper getting clipped as he bit his lips together. "Never again. I'm never going without this again." Mikey planted his hands on either side of your head, "Wrap around me, babydoll, I'm going as deep as your pretty pussy will let me."

He's failed. Day three and he knows he failed because Draken can't help but fill you with his seed. Fucking you with anything but his dick, for him, is an insult to you. But the second he's balls deep, he knows he won't be able to stop before he cums. Seeing you fucked out, dripping with the mess he can leave as deep as he wants, that was his reward for the fun. "Kenny! Kenny, your-" "Fuck it." Draken hissed as he dug his fingers into your hips, "Keep fuckin' bouncin', precious. Make a fuckin' mess."

Baji has to admit it to Mikey. He couldn't make it the whole month. Halfway through you were feeling empty, and Baji refused to budge. Until you got shirtless and sat in his lap with that sweet pout. "Don't do that, baby, you know I hate when you're upset." Baji mumbled, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "Then stop telling me no over some dumb game!" The sound of you whining at him was one he only liked when you were begging him to stop using you. "Don't whine." He pulled your hair back, nipping at your neck, "You know what it does." More whining, more pouting, more tantrums. Again and again and again. Until he was pressing more of those special little sounds out of your mouth as you tried to be quiet. "Oh, now we wanna hush?" Baji gripped your chin, "Let the upstairs neighbors hear ya', baby."

Unlike his friends, Mitsuya isn't too invested in the whole charade. If you two don't have sex, so be it. If you do, amazing. Either way, he'll be happy. But when you came into his home office and sat down angrily on the little couch, he couldn't help but inquire. "This whole stupid month and your stupid friends!" You huffed. Mitsuya can't help but laugh at the pissy way you spoke. You knew you could have him whenever you wanted, within reason, of course. "C'mere, darling." Mitsuya tucked the fabric on his table into the drawer, patting the desktop with a hefty hand, "Sit." He loves the way you do what he says so quickly. It takes one hand, one move, to pull his belt from its place around his waist, "Hands out, darling. Girls who throw fits don't get to touch."

Kazutora didn't even make it a few hours. The morning sun woke up and he couldn't ignore the pain in his groin. He rolled over and reached down to pull your waist closer to him and tuck your panties to the side. "Pretty girl, pretty girl." He groaned as he fit his cock between your legs and easily rocked into you, "Fuck yes, my pretty girl. Speak to me." He'd already failed, so why not spend the day with you in bed?

Haruki "There was a challenge?" Hayashida. He doesn't give a fuck. Doesn't even attempt to keep his cock in his pants. Caveman brain to the max, I'm talking: Food, water, fight, fuck. Nothing else. Pah has you on the couch, in the recliner, over the counter, anywhere that he can get you naked. The way you touch his scars as he fucks you through another orgasm, teary eyes and kisses as you hold him, "So handsome, Pah. So, so handsome." The way this man would kill for your compliments is FOUL. But he'll settle for bullying his cock deeper in your stomach.

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lostfirefly · 8 months

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Please don't say you're gone forever, 'cause I can't hurt no more (Ch.1)

This idea came from the dream. Again :)) Sorry not sorry :)

Buggy and F!Reader.

Description: You're the flower shop owner who has a long-standing relationship with Buggy. You haven't seen each other much in the last few months. He finally arrives to see you, but he's overtaken by fit of jealousy during the dinner.

Warnings: Buggy The Jealous For No Reason Jerk Clown, established relationship, arguing.

Words: 1637

The title is taken from "Gone Forever" by Wearing Scars.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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Chapter 2

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You were sorting out a new delivery of flowers when the bell on the door of your store rang loudly. “Just a minute, please, I’ll just put the flowers in the vase and come out to you!” you shouted from the back room.

“Miss, I can’t wait a whole minute. I would like to buy a bouquet of beautiful roses, but I’m in a hurry!” An insistent male voice said from the next room.

A shiver ran through your body. You quickly placed a fresh bouquet of roses in a large ceramic vase and headed into the hall. You opened the door and couldn't help but smile.

"Hello!" you said as you exhaled.

"Hey, my sweet cookie!" He stood near the cash register, leaning on the table.

Your blue-haired man with a big red nose and his famous makeup. Your favorite pirate. Your favorite clown. Your beloved Captain Buggy.

"Finally!!" You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. "What are you.. How are..? Why are..?" You started kissing him on the lips, cheeks, temples, avoiding his nose. “I missed you so much!”

"Answering all your questions at once. We needed to resupply, and I said to dock our ship at your island. I really wanted to see my cookie." He smiled widely and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You felt the warmth of his touch even through his white gloves.

"For how long?" You asked quietly, running your hands over his forearms.

"Two or three days."

“Well, it's better this time." You laughed. “But I need to finish up some work tasks at the store. Can you wait? I’ll close it early today.”

“I’ve come such a long way to you, and you still ask? My sweet cookie, you hurt me.” He shook his head and chuckled.

You smiled, kissed him on the lips again and quickly ran to finish your work. Buggy was wandering from corner to corner, periodically visiting you in the back room to distract you.

After finishing your work, you closed the store, took Buggy’s hand and led him to your home. On the way you asked him about his adventures, about the sea, other pirates and where he would go next.

“Come in. I’ll make us tea.” You led him into your house and closed the door.

"Tea? I thought we'd do something else." He said with a slight croak in his voice.

“We have three more days for something else. Tea first. Are you hungry? I can cook something.”

Buggy shrugged.

You suggested him to help make a meal together. You opened the bottle of rum just to make the cooking process funnier. When the dish was ready, you sat the plates with food down at the table.

You sat on his lap, constantly looked at him, smiled and blushed every time he said that this was the most delicious dish in the world. You cannot stop running your hand over his red and white bandana and didn’t know how to stop smiling.

Buggy kissed your hands, your cheeks, your lips and you blushed the whole time.

While you were talking about everything and nothing, there was a knock on the door.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Buggy asked in surprise.

“No. I don’t know who it is. Please wait, I’ll be right back.” You kissed him on the cheek and ran to open the door.

"Tom, what are you doing here?" Your old friend was standing on the threshold. Tall, pumped-up brunette with brown eyes.

“I thought you were sitting alone. Me, Billy and Drew are going to a bar and I thought I should invite you to join us.” He leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms. "So. Get ready, darling, let's go and have some fun!"

"Sorry, I can't, I'm busy."

“Come on, pretty girl, we had so much fun last time!"

“Tom, I’m sorry. I’m busy, I have guests. We’ll talk later. Bye-bye!” You quickly pushed him out of the doorway and closed the door.

You walked back to the kitchen.

“Sorry!” You hugged Buggy's neck from behind and kissed his cheek. He turned around.

"What happened?" You asked, carefully removing your hands from his neck.

"Who was that?" He asked dryly and turned his gaze to you.

“Where? Ah! This is Tom. I told you about him, remember? The guy we lived next door to when we were kids, our parents were friends. Well, somehow we became friends too.”

“Just friends?” He narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, why?" You asked, sitting down on the chair.

“Well, I don’t know. He comes to you almost in the middle of the night to invite you somewhere, calls you a pretty girl. Maybe you have more than just fun spending time with him.”

“What? What are you talking about? I didn’t think about anything bad. He’s cute, of course, but we’re just friends and that’s all.” You took his hand. Buggy looked displeased and pulled his hand out of your hands.

“Of course he’s cute.” He mumbled. “Did you just go to the bar?” Buggy didn’t take his eyes off you.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You said he's cute."

"Oh my god, are you serious? Why are you clinging to words?"

"I'm not!" He rose his voice.

"I'm not making a complaint to you. I could make a claim against you with the same zeal. You generally disappear at sea for months. And taking into account the fact that you have pretty girls in your crew..." You took a sip of rum from the glass.

"I had nothing like that in my mind, but thanks for the hint." He crossed his arms and leaned on the back of his chair.

"Buggy, are you okay today? Why are you acting like this? I told you he's just a friend. I wanted to spend time with the person I love. Oh, by the way, where is he?" You angrily put an empty glass on the table.

Buggy was silent for a second. “You started it yourself...”

“I didn’t start anything.” You took the fork, twirled it in your hands and threw it on the table. “You're the one who got mad for no reason!”

“So why the hell does he come to you here? He also talks in such a tone. No one has the right to come here at all!” He continued to glare at you.

You looked at him and didn’t know whether to cry or get angry. "Nothing works." You said in a whisper.

"Nothing works?" Buggy asked in surprise.

"Our relationship. Nothing works."

“Sorry, what?"

“Can't you hear me? Our relationship. It doesn't work like that, Buggy. Relationships are built on trust. I can't do that. You disappear for months, I don't hear anything from you. I don't know if you're alive or dead. Will you come? Or you won't come. Maybe you've already forgotten about me and exchanged me for the first girl you meet in every port. You come when it's convenient only for you, but I don't torment you every time with scenes of jealousy."

"I've asked you a million times to join my crew and stay on the ship with me." He spoke dryly and through clenched teeth.

“And I told you a million times that I can’t stay with you on your ship. At least for now. I have a job, a store, old parents, and friends here.”

“You’ll see your parents and friends, just less often. What’s the big deal?” He shrugged.

“What's the big deal? I can’t give up everything just because a little grown-up boy wants it so much!” You raised your voice.

"What do you mean?"

“I can't leave my parents. They are old. Do you understand? They need me. Just because no one cared about you before doesn’t mean my family is like that. We care about each other. They care about me and love me.” You felt your head starting to hurt. “I can't. I just can't. I’m going to sleep."

Buggy looked at you, not a single muscle moved on his face. “I offered you to live with me. I offered you freedom and the ocean. But apparently, you don't really want to leave with the captain freak. And if you don't want it now, then you'll never want it. It will be better for you to stay with this Tom, am I right?”

“I told you, I don’t want to go on the ship right now. But I wanted to be in a relationship with you. The relationship with you was important to me. But last time I see you once every three to four months and then if I’m lucky. But for some reason, even in this case, you don’t trust me.”

"Wanted? Was important? In the past tense?" He asked in surprised tone.

“I don’t know. Have you noticed that in our last meetings we often quarrel? I’m tired. From scandals. From everything. I thought we would sit and talk. I've been missing you all this time. And now I don't wanna t... I don't know what I want. I wanna sleep.”

“You suggest that we go to bed or that I should leave your house altogether with the phrase “I’m tired of everything” and “was important? Maybe you'll just say that you're tired of me? Just say you want to leave me. Just like he once left me. Just like everyone always did, everyone abandoned me."

“Oh, no, not again. Have you tried at least once in your life not to blame this Shanks for everything?" You grabbed your head and put your elbows on the table.

Buggy abruptly stood up from the table.

"You're starting to behave like that again. You know, i think I need.. no.. we need a short rest from each other."

"Rest? You mean break up?"

"Rest is rest, Buggy. It's not a breakup.”

The last thing you heard was him slamming the front door.

“Fuck!” You thought.

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ratedfleur · 9 months

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i’ll teach you.

kim gyuvin x reader 1.9k word count genre ୭ explicit

📁 : wherein fuck boy!gyuvin has nerd!y/n doing his assignments on a daily basis and yet surprisingly, he has a reward for you today.

🏷️ : dialogue written in taglish, fuck boy!gyuvin & innocent!y/n, corruption kink, school sex, public sex, gyuvin kuya kink haver, creampie.

“oh, natapos mo within an hour? good girl.” gyuvin says as you handed to him his assignments, finger reaching up to push your glasses up your nose bridge as you stood shyly in front of gyuvin who towered over you.

“pwede na ba kong umalis? i’m sure kasi na you don’t have any assignments i need to answer—“ you said to him before gyuvin placed his index finger against your lips to hush you.

“what do you think about a little reward, hmm? it’s harmless, just one reward tapos pwede ka na ulit pumunta sa mga nerdy friends mo.” gyuvin said with a smirk as he pulled you over to his side and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“gyu, b-but what about class?” you asked with your doe eyes, innocently coming with gyuvin as he walked with a smirk on his face as he met eyes with his friends.

“you can afford to miss class, baby girl. papalampasin naman ni prof isang absent mo.” gyuvin whispered to you as you both turned into a corner, walking into the closed area of the hallways where the lights are closed with the vacant rooms locked.

“w-wait, we shouldn’t be here..” you muttered as you both stopped at the farthest room. gyuvin’s free hand reached to unlock the door before he looked down at you, “but your reward is here.” he said softly with a gentle look in his eyes, easily fooling you.

you blinked before you let gyuvin pull you into the dark room, closing the room behind you which you didn’t know was a mistake you’d regret later on.

“say, baby. ever heard of oral? anal? jakol? kain pepe?” gyuvin tutted behind you, circling around you as you stood frozen.

you blinked before shaking your head no, this gets gyuvin chuckling evilly before he stopped in front of you, hands holding onto your shoulders.

“hmm, how would you feel if the reward is learning about those?” gyuvin said as he backed up, pulling you with him before he blindly sat on the abandoned teacher’s chair.

“pero paano? it’s so dark in here tapos—“ you asked before gyuvin hushed you, hands reaching for your tiny waist before he made you sit on his lap.

you warily sat on him, eyes confused as you turned your head to look at the tables behind you. “i don’t think i could learn this way, may mga table naman doon na pwede nating gamitin..“ you said as you looked back at him before gyuvin shakes his head no as he was slipping off the straps of your backpack and placing it on the floor behind you.

“it’s better this way, one on one.” gyuvin said as he was slowly unbuttoning your top, revealing a cute pink brassiere that cupped onto your small tits.

“now now, this is a reward. bawal na bawal mag reklamo.” he says when your eyes watched as he slipped your top off of you, flinging it elsewhere before his huge hands cupped your tits, groping them as if they were stress-balls that were fit for his huge hands.

“gyu..” you whimpered as one of gyuvin’s hands reached behind you and unclasped your bra, the other hand slipping it off of your shoulders before he flung it somewhere.

he hushes you with a fake gentle look in his eyes, “this is the lesson, baby.. don’t you want to learn?” he asked with faux sadness before you hesitantly answered, “gusto..” you said.

with that, gyuvin makes you stand up before he instructs you to take your inner shorts and panties off, reassuring you it’s all part of the lesson while he himself stood up and unbuckled his pants and slipped off his boxers, letting them pool at his feet.

he smiles with a glint in his eyes as you stood innocently in front of him, telling him that you slipped your underwear off.

“good girl.” he says before he makes you sit on the dirty teacher’s table, sitting right at the edge where he has you for easy access.

“look at me and listen, yeah?” he says before you nod.

gyuvin holds onto his length as you looked down between you two, eyes landing on his huge flesh in between his legs.

“now this is a cock, it can make you feel good all over— fuck.” gyuvin says before he hissed, jerking himself off as you had your eyes on him.

you blinked and looked back at him, eyes glimmering with intent to learn.

gyuvin smiles before he comes close to you, free hand flicking your skirt up as his other hand kept pumping him to full hardness.

“eto yung pepe mo tapos eto yung tinggil mo, pwede mong pasukan ng kahit ano ‘yan but it’s best to put this in there.” gyuvin said as he pointed out which is which before he popped his head into your hole, pushing his entire length into you which has you gasping, hand panicking to hold onto gyuvin’s school shirt.

“too big— kuya, oh my god ang laki masyado!” you gasped when gyuvin pulled himself out and pushed into you in one go, pelvis pressing against each other as gyuvin sighed in content, hands holding onto your waist to pull you close.

gyuvin coos, “it’s okay.. tinuturuan lang kita, no need to be scared.” he said as he started thrusting into you, making your eyes brim with tears as you felt him touch you in the weirdest places and yet you teared up out of pleasure, feeling good in the weirdest places.

“mmm kuya, ang laki..” you whimpered as you felt weak underneath him, feeling the table creaking underneath you as gyuvin thrusted into you.

“tinuturuan kita how to take dick, how to take my dick.” gyuvin emphasized my as his eyebrows furrowed, feeling you clench around him when he spoke.

“puta, gusto mo yun? tuturuan nalang kita maging puta?” gyuvin groaned as you clenched around him once more, hand pushing your shoulder down to lie you down onto the table instead.

with this position, he has you at his merciless hands. gyuvin suspended your legs into the air and onto his shoulder as he fucked you, watching as your little tits bounced along to his thrusts.

“sige lang, take me like a good girl.” gyuvin said as he pistoned his hips into yours, balls slamming against your ass as he fucked you.

gyuvin watched as your lips had themselves in a perfect O before you let out a loud moan escape your mouth when he thrusted a little harder than earlier.

he watches as you blindly reached up for your tits, holding them into your even tinier hands. your body was tiny, easily manhandled and corrupted by him. gyuvin watched with lust in his eyes as your tiny tits were threatening to spill out of your tinier hands, instead, your fingers prompted to twist and turn at your nipples, making you whimper as gyuvin kept thrusting into you silently.

“tignan mo? you’re learning, you’re learning how to be a whore.” gyuvin says as he held onto your wrists so he could lever you towards him, pulling you closer to his pelvis.

“kuya! feels weird po, aah!” you cried out as he pulled you to him. while gyuvin on the otherhand marveled at how you took him like a champ, taking his huge dick as if it was nothing.

right when you let him slip your shirt and bra off, gyuvin could’ve cum in his pants in that instant, dick satisfied at how you were pliant at his hands.

“no no, i’m making you feel good. just a little more and we’re all done.” gyuvin purrs as he continues his thrusts, loving the fact that your pussy clenched around him despite your desperate cries of wanting him to stop.

“nooo, it’s too much.. too big, kuya!” you sobbed underneath gyuvin who simply listened to your cries, pounding away on your pussy.

he liked that you lied flat underneath him, pliant at his hands as you let him fuck you however he liked. he loved how you were so easy to corrupt, so easy to ruin and taint.

your sobs were continuous, hands pulling away from his grasp only to wipe away your tears as you sniffled, listening to gyuvin’s cooing as you whimpered when his thrusts get harsher.

his balls slap against your ass as gyuvin’s thrusts get harsher, slamming his entire length into you before pulling out and then pushing it in in one go, making you cry out loud, forgetting that you were still in school, just in the private side of the campus.

“shhh, you’re okay..”

you whimpered once more when his hands grip your skin tight, hand marking up on your skin.

“f-feels weird… kuya, wanna pee!” you whined out when you feel a warmth pool in your stomach, tears stream down your face as you sobbed underneath him, feeling gyuvin’s thrusts turn harder and harsher.

you moaned at how it was like he went deeper inside of you, poking you in places where you didn’t even know existed inside of you.

gyuvin on the other hand groaned at how you took him nicely, keeping his dick snug and warm inside of you. he feels a shiver down his spine when you clenched around him, clenching hard enough to the point where he nearly can’t move inside of you.

“it’s okay, baby. you’re okay, it’s called having an orgasm.” gyuvin tuts when you sniffle and nod underneath him, creating long strokes before he pushed hard into you once more, making you screech as you shakily held onto gyuvin’s shirt, wrinkling the fabric in your fingers’ grasp.

“baby relax ka lang, i can’t move in you if you keep clenching on me like that.” gyuvin purrs when you clenched hardly on him, your gasps and whines getting him to grow harder inside of you.

“wanna pee..” you sniffled, crying as you felt more warmth pool in your pussy.

“just release it when you feel it, labas mo lang.. be a good girl, hmm? cum for kuya.” gyuvin said gently as he slowly got to pull his length out of you before pushing right in, starting up a faster pace to get you to cum.

he continued to fuck you senseless, making sure you were crying and sobbing underneath him, begging to make you cum on him.

gyuvin grunted, his veiny hands gripping on your thighs to pull you close as he pounded into you. he marveled at how your pussy was slowly growing wet around him, slick dripping out of you and onto your thighs and his pelvis.

you’re in tears by the time that you’re by the edge, thighs squirming in gyuvin’s grasp as you felt that warmth in you slowly subsiding. what you didn’t know was that you were cumming on gyuvin’s dick, clenching around him tighter than earlier.

“oh fuck— puta— shit, ang sikip mo aah fuck!” gyuvin cursed as he thrusted a few more times as you came around him, body shaking like a leaf when you were cumming.

your pussy spasmed around him, pussy clenching warmly around his dick which gets gyuvin stilling his hips, balls deep inside of you as he started spurting cum in your warm hole.

“ah shit, sarap mo baby.” gyuvin groaned as he came deep inside, marking your walls with his warm cum.

you whimpered when it feels like gyuvin grew bigger inside of you but in reality, it was his cum filling your virgin hole up.

“taking kuya’s cum like a g-good girl.” gyuvin coos with a smirk, the faux niceness of him coming out of him when you shake uncontrollably underneath him.

“bukas ulit ah?” gyuvin says before he pulls out, eyes liking the sight of your pussy dripping with yours and his cum.

#mikha’s works.#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 kim gyuvin #zb1 gyuvin #zb1 smut #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 hard hours #zb1 x reader #gyuvin smut #gyuvin x reader #gyuvin imagines #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts

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dancingwiththedevilallnight · 1 year

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Angel

Dark!Joel Miller x Reader AU (outbreak never happened) This a second part to a previous fic also called Angel lol

Warnings: 18+ for smut, minors do not interact, age gap, Joel is in his 50s reader is in her 20s, no y/n, corruption kink, mention of religion, some things take place in a church, stalking, Joel is kind of a perv, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names, praising, degradation kink. There is also a Chase Atlantic lyric included from their song Church cause I thought it fit there lol. Maybe more so read at your own risk!

Disclaimer: my first language is not English, if you have any ideas feel free to let me know my asks are open

I don’t consent my writing to being translated, or posted on any other social media app however likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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Joel Miller continued the hunting of Angel. Taking the stalking and obsession onto a different level. Today he won’t be sitting outside to see her walk to church he will be sitting second row during Sunday service hoping he can drive her home safely. The filthy images in his head started the second their eyes met she sat in the front row like she always does. Joel was admiring her, the way her baby pink dress hugged her curves drove him wild. After the smile, she shot him with a slight wave the sinful thoughts began. He immediately noticed the pink ribbon in her hair tied into a bow to keep half of her hair up. Well, he most definitely wanted to use that ribbon for something else. Joel has thought about this before corrupting his little Angel in front of the altar or taking her to the confessional to hear her beautiful sins rolling off of her tongue. He would ask her “Tell me your confessions baby, what’s the worst?” How many times he imagined her in the confessional on her knees begging for forgiveness after confessing her sins. With a simple answer from him, “Your sins will be forgiven after you work for it Angel” - he said while opening the door to the confessional towering over her. “Open up” - he demanded with desire laced in his voice. Like a good girl, she opened her mouth while sticking her tongue out letting Joel claim her as his. Joel put two fingers in her mouth letting her suck on it while he slowly undid the belt of his black dress pants to pull his briefs down to expose his hard cock leaking precum his angry red tip begging to be sucked. Her eyes widened at the sight of his length “Don’t be scared Angel you wanted to be free from your sins. Look at you such a little slut sucking on my fingers like a good girl” She closed her eyes at the praise while a little blush crept up on her cheeks. Joel slowly pulled his fingers out of her mouth to replace it with his aching cock. He placed his tip on her lower lip, and she slowly stuck her tongue out tasting it. Joel started to put it further and further until he hit the back of her throat her eyes widened she quickly placed her hands on his thighs trying to push him away, but that wasn’t working when Joel had a tight grip on her hair not planning to let go of it any time soon. She was trapped with zero chances of escape. He slowly started to move fucking her mouth he is enjoying every second of it. This was his dream to see her on her knees with tears streaming down her cheeks drool coming out of her mouth dripping from her chin down to her cleavage. He pulled back completely to let her breathe.

“Mr. Miller what brings you here?” - her angelic voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Hello sweetheart, I’m sorry what were you saying” - he turned to her putting his hands on his lap trying to hide the fact that he got hard at the thought of her on her knees in the confessional in front of him.

“I asked what brings you to church I never saw you here” - she shot him a little smile that made Joel’s pants grow even tighter.

“Well sweetheart umm the new pastor is an old friend of mine and you know I just stopped by to visit him” - He said while standing up and walking out of the church with her. He stayed a little behind to see her hips sway a little while she walked when her pink dress rode up a little on her thighs exposing more skin that he wanted to kiss..devour.

“What about you sweetheart you came here alone?’’ - curiosity got the best of him. As they walked out the bright blue sky turned grey the sun nowhere to be seen the wind swaying the trees left and right making her dress ride up more exposing the white lace panties that drove Joel wild. Her hands immediately smoothed it down she couldn’t look Joel in the eyes due to the embarrassment.

“umm I came with my um p-parents but they already left for a friendly get-together” - her cheeks were bright pink from the previous events.

“Can I offer you a ride home?” “oh no It’s okay just call an Uber or wait for the rain to stop” - she tried to protest she could have put a little more effort into it. Joel wasn’t the only one who had dreams. She was no angel, she made people think she was one. Every morning she was looking out of her window looking at Joel going to work in that tight t-shirt that showed his strong arms. All those nights she spent in bed bringing herself to a sweet release moaning his name like a prayer. This time Joel wore a white dress shirt the rain made it stick to his skin, and his lips formed into a little smirk noticing her checking him out. She grew wetter by the sight, her clit starting to have a heartbeat begging to be touched by Joel’s rough fingers.

“Nonsense I can’t leave you out here come on sweetheart I’ll give you a ride home safe”

She smiled at the nickname and they started jogging to the car. He opened the passenger door to his truck like a gentleman for her. As soon as he closed her door and made sure no one is around his hand went to his pants to adjust himself. He got into the driver’s seat and started driving her home. After a few moments, he realized she was squirming around and pressing her thighs together. She was admiring Joel the way his arm flexed while holding the steering wheel, the tight grip he had on it wishing it was her neck instead while he was ruining her from behind. The car ride was silent after a few moments they arrived Joel stopped his truck in front of her house the thunderstorm doesn’t seem like it will calm down in a while.

“Thank you so much Mr.Miller for taking me home”

“No problem sweetheart anytime”

“Do you wanna come in for a drink? I made some pie earlier you can also bring some for Sarah”

“Sure dear” - Joel had a slight smirk on his face he knew he is going to get her tonight.

They exited the car like a gentleman he opened the door for her. He sat on the couch while she was getting him a beer and a slice of the pie. As soon as she sat down she was looking at his hands and the way they gripped the bottle. Her thighs pressed together trying to ease the throbbing sensation.

"Why are you pressing your thighs together sweetheart? Is the poor little angel feeling needy? - "No" - she muttered trying to hide the fact that she was so turned on by her hot neighbor who was also her dads pretty good friend. “hmm, Come here bend over my knee. I'm going to slip a hand between your legs and find out myself.”

Joel grabbed her by the waist and bent her over his knee “Look how pretty you are bent over my knee” - he said while slowly moving his hand under her dress to pull her white lacey panties down her legs. He parted her thighs a little so he can slide his fingers over her slit, he smirked when he felt how wet she was for him. She let out a slight moan waiting for him to do more.

“Please Joel”

“What do you want pretty Angel?”

“Touch me, please”

“Where do you want me to touch you, baby? Use your words”

“Anywhere please Joel” - He sat her on his lap so he can look at her face.

“Angel this pussy will never be the same after I touch it” - He whispered in her ear and laid her down on the couch spreading her legs while leaning over her supporting himself on his right hand next to her head. He pulled down the top of her dress exposing her tits. Joel started to leave kisses on her neck while playing with her nipples with his free hand. Her moans started to fill up the living room thank god her parents won’t be home all night. Joel started to move down leaving kisses on her chest, he took one of her nipples into his mouth he was licking and sucking on it while still playing with the other one. He took his hands off her boob and then started slowly moving it down where she needed him most. Joel looked at her to see if she changed her mind or not but she gave him a nod confirming he can continue. Her skin burned under his touch. The second his fingers touched her clit circling it she closed her eyes and let out a small moan.

“Has any boy used this sweet pussy before Angel”

“No sir, no one, just me”

That answer took Joel by surprise. His sweet little Angel gave into the temptation and sinned. That knowledge drove him wild.

“Tell me Angel what do you think about when you touch yourself” - he was torturing her, he drew slow circles on her clit sometimes dragging his finger to her sweet hole but never sliding in his fingers.

“You, Joel only you, I..I think about you touching me”

“What else am I doing to you in your dreams pretty girl, tell me”

“I think about your hand on my neck, while you are fucking me from behind” - she couldn’t take it anymore she needed him inside - “Please Mr.Miller i-i need more”

This drove Joel to the edge he needed to be inside her. He took off his belt and pulled his pants with briefs down enough to take his throbbing cock out. He aligned himself with her entrance and leaned over her figure supporting himself on his left hand while the right rested on her waist. He looked into her gorgeous eyes filled with lust and desire. He leaned in for a kiss, oh how long he was waiting for the moment he can taste her lips and finally he slowly started to sink inside of her. She let out a gasp, eyes tearing up at the sting. He can feel her manicured nails digging into his back through his shirt Joel tries to control himself knowing it’s her first time.

“Angel you are so tight” - she let out a soft moan out of pleasure and pain. It was absolutely evil the way she felt around him. She kept clenching around him making it harder for Joel to hold back and not start pounding her.

“S-stop clenching around me, Angel” - He moaned out as she dragged her hand up to his hair. He took a deep breath through his nose trying not to move.

“Gotta loosen up baby just a little bit, fuck Angel p-please”. She tried she really did but couldn’t he is so big she couldn’t stop squeezing around him. Joel gave up, his hips betraying his mind he slammed his whole length inside her. She let out a scream and hugged him around his neck, quietly begging him to slow down. She could feel every inch of him, every vein up and down her walls his tip hitting that spongy spot inside of her, his hands traveling down where their bodies connected to rub her clit.

“Such a good girl, baby you feel like heaven, my pretty girl taking me so well” - she turned her head to the side hiding her face in Joels neck. “Don’t hide from me, baby let me see those pretty eyes” She turned her neck so she can face him. She can feel her release coming, her pussy tightening up, clenching, a desperate feeling washing over her all at once. “Joel I’m so close, please”

“Cum for me pretty girl, cum around my cock, I wanna feel you” - she broke immediately at his words, knot snapping as her orgasm flows through her body. He grunts out as her walls flutter around him slamming in once more he releases inside her. He thrusts slowly a couple times then sits back just watching his cum dripping out of her, sending him into a daze. She winced at the pain as he eases out. He got up to get a washcloth to clean her up. He gave her a soft loving kiss, he knew this wasn’t the last time, he won’t let her go.

“You are mine now baby, all mine, I won’t let anyone take you away from me my little Angel.

#joel miller x reader #Joel Miller #Pedro Pascal #dark joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n

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hypersonic04 · 1 year

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Part Four

Part four, enjoy! The T Swift song of choice tonight was Midnight Rain - take from that what you will, perhaps some foreshadowing (Ross is 100% the 'midnight rain' in that situation). Also, if leaving one-shot requests is something you would like to do, feel free!

Word Count: 2,122

The night plays on repeat in my mind, even now, days later. He's in every crinkle of the duvet, every headlight that passes behind the curtains, every toss and turn I make as I try to sleep. The only thing I can think about is him - Why did he pay for my drink? Why did he pull away so quickly? The feeling of his fingertips on my back lingers, as does his firm grip on my arms. His hands.

I huff in the dark, sitting up and checking the time. 2AM. My best writing has arguably been done in the early hours of the morning, so I find myself making my way into the dingy kitchen of my flat. The tiles are cold beneath my bare feet, the rumble of the coffee machine like some kind of engine starting up.

Getting comfortable on the sofa, I sit with the guitar in my lap and my trusty notepad before me. The strum of the chords soothes my racing mind.

"Our first kiss was Christmas..." I find myself quietly muttering, scribbling it down quickly and attempting to fit the pieces of the song together like a puzzle. I do this for hours, until the sun comes up, in fact.

In a moment of impulse, I throw on a hoodie and some sweatpants, hurling myself out of the door and into my car, heading straight to the recording studio. Sure, it's early, but moments of inspiration like this don't always exist when you need them. The roads are quiet, far too early for the 9-5 rush hour.

When I pull up outside, I notice that the light is on. Adam must've left it on the other night, I think to myself.

There's a noise. A bass guitar, to be more exact, coming from the recording studio.

"Shit." I whisper. The only time I ever come to the studio before everyone else, and I've interrupted Ross. I can't hear any voices, so I assume that he's here alone.

His large silhouette is illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp on the other side of the booth. Sat on a stool, he has the bass guitar plugged in and is next to the mic, and I can't help but stare. He clearly doesn't know that I'm here yet. His face is so focused, glued to the way his fingers pull at the strings, and there's no wonder - it's mesmerising. It's almost like this is the real Ross. The Ross that doesn't get frustrated easily, the one that laughs with his friends and is passionate about his band in a way that doesn't make him seem like an arse.

I contemplate turning around and coming back later. It would mean that I wouldn't have to navigate the awkward 'hello' we're bound to exchange each other, wondering whether to bring up the other night, sitting with tense shoulders and averted stares as the other records a guitar solo or plays with the dashboard.

But I don't.

I walk through the doorway and place my bag down on the sofa, my back to him. The guitar stops immediately as he sees me, and I hear him put it back on the stand clumsily. I fight the way the corners of my mouth tilt upwards.

"Uh," He exits the booth and I finally turn to face him. "Everything alright?" He says awkwardly.

"Yeah, you?" I reply coolly, an attempt to make the situation seem totally normal.

"Yeah, fine." He nods with his lips pursed in a straight line, scratching his beard and looking around the room for a second. "You do realise it's 5AM, don't you?"

"Yes, Ross. I do realise that it's way too early to be here." I laugh gently in an attempt to soften the tension in the room. I'm sat on the sofa with my knees crossed, him stood tall on the other side of the coffee table. "Do you?"

"Couldn't sleep." He sighs.

"Me neither."

He stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before taking a seat on the chair opposite me.

"What were you recording?" I ask.

"Oh, that?" He looks at me with raised eyebrows, like I could possibly be asking about anything else. "It was nothing, just something from the other day."

"'Okay." I smile, my face unconvinced before looking back down at the lyrics I'd been working on. His gaze burns into me still, and I find myself looking back up to meet his chocolatey stare. "It sounded good."

"Thank you." He replies stiffly with a small nod.

We sit in silence and I wonder why he's even stayed. I half-expected him to leave the second I got here.

"What're you writing?"

"The song you didn't think was very '1975'." I reply, my eyes still fixed on the paper. He doesn't reply but I hear him scoff a little. "What? You said it yourself, you didn't like it."

"I never said that I didn't like it."

"Yes, you did. I get it, maybe it's too basic for Matty's liking." I laugh, shaking my head at him.

My stomach twists when I see the small smile on his face. In the month that we've worked together, he has never smiled at something I've said. Admittedly, it was only there for a couple of seconds, but it definitely existed.

"Can I hear it?"

His question startles me. I don't sing for people, hence being a writer.

"It's not finished." I clear my throat awkwardly, sitting up a little. He watches me intently and I blush. He isn’t scowling at me for once and I take the second of eye contact to admire the gentleness of his face. His eyes are softer than usual, maybe because he's tired. There's less tension in his jaw, his shoulders slack as he leans back in the chair, and I understand why the guys say he's like a teddy bear. I've often replied to their observation with a snarky comment or sarcastic laugh, but today is different. He looks comfortable.

He doesn't reply, and instead gets up and heads to the kettle.

In the moment of his absence, I sigh heavily and yawn. Writing on no sleep is normally easier when you're not in the company of someone that makes you feel like you're in some kind of police interrogation.

When he returns, he's holding two cups. A white one with a milky brew in it, and the usual blue one that I have, filled with the strong tea I always ask for. The small detail makes me heart skip a beat like a teenager, and I immediately make a conscious effort to not show it on my face. I didn't know that he took notice of the way I take my tea, never mind the mug I make it in.

"Thanks." I manage to get out, worried that he's seen the scarlet colour of my cheeks.

We sit for a little longer, him playing around with some bass lines and myself still writing away. It feels bearable. Don't get me wrong, it's not comfortable - I find myself playing with the seam of my hoodie nervously every time I stop writing, or every time there's a prolonged silence, but it's better than most days. I think about the other night and wonder whether it's played any part in his slight change of attitude. I daren't look at him as I recall the button up he was wearing, the smell of his aftershave still vivid, worried that he might be able to see into my brain or something.

"George will be here soon." He breaks the silence.

"What time is it?"

"Half 7."

"We've been here for over two hours?" I yawn, putting down the notepad and stretching my arms overhead.

Impulsively, I get up and grab the guitar, walking to the other side of the booth and taking a seat. It's like I've telepathically sent him a message, the way he immediately sits in front of the dashboard and turns the mic on for me. I swallow nervously when he gives me a nod, avoiding his eye contact yet again. There's just something about the intensity of his stare that makes me freeze up.

I start to play the chords I'd had in my head, desperate not to forget them before George gets here.

The minute I finish, I look up to find that same, minuscule smile on his face. It's so faint, and he immediately coughs stiffly and turns away from me, but it makes my heart feel like it's blooming, like some kind of dead bouquet being given a drop of water.

"It's good," he says as I leave the booth, playing the guitar on the sofa and standing in front of him, still seated on the stool. "Really good."

"I'm glad you like it." I return the small smile he had given me earlier and turn away, grabbing my things.

"Are you leaving?" He asks, and I swear, he sounds kind of disappointed.

"Yeah, I think I'm going to head home for a bit, try and get some sleep, and then come back later." I reply.

He doesn't say goodbye as I leave, that same, familiar tension returning as I walk through the door. As if on cue, George arrives simultaneously.

"How are you already here?" He shakes his head, the smile on his face contradicting the way he furrows his brow.

"I couldn't sleep, thought I may as well try and write." I huff. "Ross is here, too." He raises his eyebrows, almost like he's nervous about what the outcome was of us being in the same room together. "We didn't kill each other, don't worry."

"Thank God, I was worried for a second." He laughs. "I'm going to try and mix the final version of Oh Caroline today, shall I send it over?"

"Yeah, please. I'm coming back later on, so I'll give you a hand." I smile in reply to the nod he gives me before entering the studio.

I stand for a second before remembering that my phone is still in there.

"Look, I'm really trying."

My feet are glued to the floor as I walk back in, stood just outside the doorway.

"I don't know what you want from me. I just don't like her stuff. I'm trying to be civil, George." His voice is stern, more animated that it usually is with me.

"What is your problem with her, mate?" George sounds pissed off.

"My problem is that I don't understand why Matty thought it was a good idea to have even more people writing on the album. I mean, do we not have enough without bringing in random people?" He huffs and I can imagine him stood with his arms crossed and his face agitated. The mere thought makes the fire in my stomach burn, anger rising in my chest. How dare he say that I don't belong in that room - random people?

"She's not a random person, Ross. Iris is talented, you can't lie, and the songs she's helped us on are great. You even said it yourself."

He doesn't reply, but I can hear him moving around heavily, his movements angry and boisterous. I hold my breath when I realise he's leaving.

In a moment of impulse, I decide to pretend like I wasn't just listening into a completely private conversation. Instead, I walk into the room with the cadence of someone in a rush.

His chest nearly collides with me as he walks out and I stumble back a little. Eyebrows raised, he looks surprised to see me, opening his mouth a little before shutting it and slipping past me quickly. George looks just as uncomfortable as I feel in that second.

"Did you hear that?" He winces. I nod with pursed lips. "I'm sorry he's being like this. I have no idea why, he said that he really liked some of your ideas the other day." He shakes his head gently and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I'm not leaving this project, George." I say firmly.

"We don't want you to leave. I don't think Ross does either, if he just admitted it to himself. I've never seen him like this, Iris." The sigh that escapes him suggests that he feels as tired with what is slowly becoming the feud between Ross and I, as I am.

"He was fine earlier." I swallow rigidly and have to work hard not to get upset.

It's enough to not get along with someone, but to have such motion sickness from their constantly changing moods? That's a completely different kind of emotional exhaustion.

But if Ross wants to play that game, then so can I.

#1975 band #adam hann #fanfic #george daniel #matty healy #ross macdonald #the 1975 #matty the 1975 #atpoaim #bfiafl

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Reaper (GN! Tall Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley) Spitfire Moment 2

You and Simon have a moment and Simon has a few skeletons on his mind.

Warnings: Some angst, talk of character death, happy ending. Possible OOC of characters

Part 1, Part 3, Masterlist

A/N: These moments are not in any particular chronological order so details are given in each description. Takes place before the events of COD MW2 2022. In this universe, the 141 had Soap knowing Ghost already.

(Deeply inspired by Woman by Mumford and Sons, Seriously if you want my emotional experience please listen to that on repeat while reading!)

A flash of lightning lights up your living room. Then it goes out, then a rumble of thunder like a wave. Christmas lights blink, threatening to go out, but they just resume their programmed pattern. You sit on the far side of the sofa, leaning against the arm with legs crossed as you sit sentinel. You are a silent guardian in the night as your partner sleeps.

Ruffled blond hair is soft under your fingertips, and you scratch lightly at Simon’s scalp as he grumbles something incoherent in his sleep. Ghost had entered your apartment, but the warmth of your soul let the reaper find rest. As a hardened machine, Ghost cut down enemies and bolstered allies alike, and yet the hardened cusp of a man was made whole with love here at this moment as he slept.

You reach a free hand behind you to the table, your scrying fingers brush hard plastic and you pick up the other half of your sleeping lover. As if sensing a call, Simon shifts, his loose arms pulling into himself a bit, but he does not awaken; instead his head turns and digs a little bit deeper into the pillow in your lap. He reminded you of a big dog trying to fit into a tiny dog bed, this thought leading a smile to your face and your eyes shift down to him for a moment. You pull his mask forward, holding it above his sleeping form, now taking your hand from his scalp to run it over the skull plate.

At one point you had been unnerved by Ghost. Despite your height, it was his way of carrying himself that allowed Ghost to tower over you. And yet your good-humored nature had won out when he had treated you with respect.

---

You were part of a United States Marines Covert Unit, the end of a long undercover mission had brought you to London for R&R as your Captain put it. The woman had given you a long look and then sent you for an extended break. Something about a ‘fisher friend’ over the ‘Pond,’ someone she thought you would enjoy. So with your few traveling possession bundled together, you took a late flight.

For some reason you were restless, and the moment you got off the plane you headed to your destination, a brick-built pub. Your Captain had told you to meet her contact in the next few days but you had nothing to do.

Pushing into the pub you found a warm and rustic space. Hardwood tables, cushioned stools, and a good old chap running the place pulled you in quickly. The bartender and, as you found, the owner liked to keep the place open late.

“For those lonely wanderers, you military?” You nodded at the question and he gave a knowing nod, then gestured to a space behind the bar.

“Feel free to stay a while, you look like ya could use a drink and some company.”

You give the man a smile and set your carry-on and backpack down. You appreciated the hospitality and as you took a seat at the bar you looked around.

There were a few regulars, older gents who had a few too many waiting to leave, you look to the back, and a couple of ladies were playing pool. What you assumed was the older of the two was hovering at her partners’ back, and the younger shot her a smile. Your heart warmed at the clear affection, your eyes moved on. At a table across from them sat a tired student, textbooks, laptop, and the use of the outlet signaled their hasty work. The poor kid looked ready to fall asleep, but as they kept nodding off they jolted awake and then went back to frantic typing. You grimaced, remembering those days in your 20s.

You did a final look about the room, eyes scanning the corners, assessing the structure of the room, and catching the shadows in the more closed corner. Then a glint. You pulled yourself up, a clink of glasses as the bartender busied himself prepping you a drink. A smile curled up on your face, you were a little startled but you had caught your watcher, you sent the figure a nod.

Hidden in a far-cornered table sat a man in all black, the only signal that he was there at all was the skull printed on his balaclava. Your training crept up your spine when you first clocked him, but the surroundings and atmosphere told you that somehow he wasn’t a threat. And with his position, you felt that, in a funny way, he just fit in, every old place like this had a skeleton in the closet.

The bartender finally turned back to you and noticing your raised eyebrow turned to the silent corner. You crack a smile:

“Got a skeleton in your closet?”

This catches the man off guard, then he lets out a loud bellowing laugh. He has to set the glass down to brace himself on the bar. His laughter catches the patrons' eyes, but they turn back to their actions. It’s infectious and with your energy (and frankly slight delirium after a long flight) you begin to giggle. You lock your legs on the stool to balance yourself, a glint in your eye lighting up. The bartender catches his breath and then asks you what you were drinking.

“A rum and coke please,” you move to pull out payment and the man waves you off.

“You are the first person to notice him, this is on the house. Don’t mind the man he is a good customer and a good patron.”

He makes your drink and doesn’t offer any more information, and you don’t push. If a man in a mask is in a place like this chilling in the dark corner like Batman at, you glance at your watch, 1 something in the morning you respect his dedication.

The next two hours are spent with two drinks and a long conversation. He busies himself as the other patrons leave, the men getting rides and the student finishing with a sigh of relief. As the women pass hand in hand you and the bartender both smile. He asks what life is like in the states, where you went to school, and how the force was. You stay within nonclassified limits of course but you spin him (slightly) exaggerated tales. Sometimes he turns around to reorganize things and in these moments you feel eyes on the side of your head.

The resident skeleton is apparently nursing a glass, the amber liquid catching the light, but it is his eyes you catch as the light shifts. Umber eyes glint through a mix of eye black and pale skin. You hold his eyes, back straightening naturally under his observation. You wonder if he was military, seeing his position and the mask. As the bartender returns to you, you nod and raise your glass in a toast and offer. He makes no movement so you shrug and turn back to the bartender with an easy and engaged smile, behind your back Simon’s head tilts in consideration.

3 o’clock comes with a slight warmth in your veins, you pull your arms over your head in a stretch as tiredness finally catches up to you. Your conversation had turned from your experience to why you were here. And you offer the best reply you could while maintaining some secrecy.

“My service mom basically sent me over to be babysat.”

The bartender raises a brow but doesn’t push, instead, he offers an amused grin while glancing at your face and the clock. You get his idea and nod,

“I’m staying close just…” you still and turn, the man pauses in his approach a foot or two from you. He seems a little surprised to be caught but makes no movement, he then recovers and approaches the stool next to you. He looks down at you with a silent question.

“Be my guest.” You smile warmly, his actions were a bit endearing, it reminded you of your friend’s german shepherd. As a puppy, the dog would stalk your friend, and the moment she broke the stare the dog would pounce.

The man sits with a tight figure, he is covered except for, as you see now, his hands. They are rough with scars and calluses and the glint of a chain around his neck with dog tags under his shirt answers your earlier assumptions. He is bulky, well-tuned, and muscled for combat, and you find yourself happy you don’t have to see his bad side. His eyes turn to yours under your observation, brown eyes bright and aware despite the skull and the silence of his figure. His eyes trace your form, then after passing over your belongings, they focus on the impression of your hidden dog tags. He tilts his head.

“American, sir, if the accent didn’t already give it away.”

You offer it up then turn back to your drink. The bartender watches a little baffled, then watches Simon, an unlikely patron for a long while. He didn’t know the man that well, but he came to be able to read the man, especially with his other unit members came in. The men in hats liked beer and cigars while the Scot was a loud but grand time. Simon gives you a long look, evaluating, and then…

A glint of glass hits your peripheral vision, and a pale hand of a reaper raises his glass. You turn, blinking down then up at him, he lifts his head, and you smile. You raise your glass to clink lightly against his and, turning to clean the counter the bartender smiles. He heads to the other end, cleaning and sorting glasses and utensils. Simon watches him leave then turns back to you. You watch him with an amused grin, shoulders looser, and general air happy.

“Where are you staying?” his voice for some reason doesn’t surprise you as it comes out more like a grumble than anything else.

You raise a brow, while the man in front of you was, interesting, you didn’t feel unsafe. You went with your gut,

“There’s a small inn a few blocks down, Captain booked me a room.”

This caught Simon’s attention, he had a hunch.

“I know it. I’m in for a few days,” he watches you stifle a yawn, “walk you?”

The offer surprises you, but you finish your drink as the bartender returns. You consider it and give him a nod.

“Sure...?”

“Simon, Simon Riley.” His name is firm and your lips quirk, you offer your name in reply. It confirms his suspicion and as you gather your stuff Simon takes your carry-on for you.

He had been surprised when you noticed him, but listening in on your stories and your easy nature, even around him, had caught his interest. And as he opened the door for you and gave a nod to the barkeep a small grin rose under his mask.

---

Simon had actually offered good company, the walk had led to a good conversation. In the following days before your meeting you had been offered an outing for tea and groceries by the man, he had shown you the area. And the night you had gone to the pub to meet with your captain’s friend you found Simon sitting with what you would find out was the 141.

You had locked eyes, chuckled, and then offered “what is this, army recruitment?”

The following amused grin on Captain John Price’s face and the baffled expressions on the others' faces cemented your character. You approached the table steadily and introduced yourself with an induced American drawl. Soap grinned at you, welcoming you with a drink instantly. Gaz looked between you and a grinning Price:

“This is the new recruit? They look like they are on vacation.”

“I was, apparently ‘mom’ was loaning me out, good to know the Captain hates me.”

Price’s voice was warm and well-humored,

“Aye, consider it a promotion, right Lieutenant?”

Simon’s brow raised under the mask and he turned to regard you. There was a familiar calm, then a quick flash of something. You took it as a good sign and dropped into the seat next to him, and the rest became history.

---

The white of the skull shell comforted you with its seriousness. While you loved the man asleep in your lap with all your heart, you did not shy away from Ghost. He had risen up from the darkness that lingered around Simon and was a shield against the world. And yet, as he fell further and further in with the 141, parts of Simon shone through.

You press the mask against your heart in a silent thanks, a bit goofy but you were sentimental. Eyes closed, you took in the residual smell of cologne, sweat, and gunpowder. At this point in your life, so deep within the arms of war, even while at peace the smells settled your soul. In the darkness behind your eyes, an easy light shone through as long arms wrapped themselves around your stomach.

The rain outside pelted coldly, but warmth simmered in your heart. Brown eyes sat closed but Simon hummed, hands traveling. You chucked down at him, still grasping his shadow in your hands, hesitant to disconnect the two in your mind as it was indeed Ghost you had loved first before the unmasked man beneath you.

The ink of his tattoos danced in the street lights from the window, a flash of lightning, Simon lifts up from your grasp, pulling his arms to his chest. You fear for a moment but stifle a giggle when he just flips his long body over to his stomach to settle further into your lap like a cat. He lays for a moment before propping himself up with an elbow, his face turning up to you.

Eyes linger over you, his mouth tugging up, you wore one of his shirts, the buttons at the collar, it is loose and showing your collarbone, and a silver chain. His eyes travel down, then they catch his infamous mask. His voice rumbles out, somehow even lower from sleep, and it sends a tingle up your spine.

“What are you doing Love?”

His sleep-husked voice asks. You don't answer. Instead, you pull a hand from the mask to caress your lover's face. Scars are raised on the smooth skin under your fingers. His stubble is rough and he leans into your hand like a cat. You trace up, thumbing a cut on his brow, then hitting his hair he drops back down into your lap. You can’t stop the smirk, his head turns on the pillow looking out into the room, refusing to acknowledge your smug smile as he leans into the pillow. This man was a cat. You run your hand actively through his growing-out hair.

“You can’t escape the question.”

“I’m not baby. I was just admiring an old friend.” You huff a laugh as his arms can now easily circle your waist.

He mumbles incoherently into the pillow as he embraces you like a tired toddler.

“What, Ghost is really cool, you know a friend tells me he’s really hot under all that gear,” you pause a moment thinking, “actually leave the gear on.”

Simon groans, now fully awake, he pulls back and pushes himself up further. In a short sleeve shirt, you can greatly admire his arms as he moves his long legs around shifting to sit so that he is mirroring you. He now sits crisscrossed in front of you.

“Sleepover?”

He gives you a pointed look. You grin.

“Love, we won’t be sleeping if you keep being cheeky…” it rumbles out and he reaches a hand towards you. You hug his mask tighter, head shaking and pulling back from him.

“Nope.”

A blond brow shoots up. Simon sits straighter then he sees you glance down at the mask holding it to better examine it. The heartfelt smile on your face makes him freeze.

---

You had been shot. Gunfire finally fizzled out as the team got the hell out of dodge with the intel. You laughed wetly, hot tears of pain blinding your sight into a fuzzy haze. A mohawk passed and you reached a hand up. Soap’s voice filtered in and out of coherency.

“Shit, hang in ther…”

Firm hands pressed to your side and your face as Gaz held pressure to the wound, his dark skin a reprieve from the white lights of the burning sun. A hat presses on your head, your eyes search.

“Hold on to this kid, I expect it back.”

Price covers your eyes from the sun with his hat as Ghost drives as fast as he physically can without jostling you. You had made it back, rushing into the truck as fire rained down from above. What was supposed to be an empty compound was filled with enemies and shoddy intel. Soap and Gaz had been on the other side of the compound and had bested you by a lucky minute. You all heard the echo of a rifle before the blood seeped out from under your gear, you froze and then crumpled forward. It was Soap who had yanked you into the truck and Ghost had taken off like a bat out of hell.

“Shit, Ghost careful!” in his panic, Soap’s accent thickened as he cupped the back of your head, Price’s hat tilted, threatening to tumble. You gasped out a hard breath, in your delirium you tried to reach to fix it, but your hands lay still, limply splayed out. Soap caught the movement and his heart broke, his jaw clenched and he gently moved your shoulders and head down further into his lap. He tilted the hat better on your head, hand shaking when you smiled hazily,

“Thank you Soapy…” the words tumbled out with a shaky giggle.

"Spitz" the deep voice cut through your delirium for a moment, you pulled your legs up trying to shift. Gaz curses,

"Keep 'em still Johnny!"

"Hey L.T.," your voice cracks, "you think Cap will take me back? Like a trade in…" you give a chuckle.

Technically you were on 'loan' as your captain had told Price. Well extended loan, as you never officially 'joined'.

Simon, under Ghost, clenched the wheel tighter as the truck crested a hill. Price remained grimly silent, having already called for medical evac, the safe house was 30 minutes out, Simon drove faster.

“Ghost?” your questioning tone squeeze his heart.

“We are not returning you Spitz.” Hearing Soap’s nickname for you from your commanding officer made you giggle.

“You sound funny.”

Gaz did his best to staunch the bleeding at your abdomen,

“Shit, Captain we need to hurry!”

You suddenly jerked at the pressure, hand lunging for Soap’s arm. Your eyes dull a little and your voice breaks,

“I’m scared Johnny.”

Price spins around at this, eyes shooting from the road, he leans over the back seat.

Your eyes dip and Soap starts shaking your cradled head.

“Hey, hey, look at me!” You can barely understand him through the ringing of your ears and your haze.

You can make out the sounds of a chopper and the truck skidding to a stop, but warmth has embraced your mind as shadows start to take you. Doors slam open with a crash. You close your eyes, then a jab, and awareness fights through.

“Fucking hell, you are not fucking dying on me!”

Your eyes shoot open, a flash of clarity, then the rush of searing pain. You almost scream but instead bite down on leather.

“You are going take your tongue off! It’s ok I’m here!” The reaper stands over you.

Actually, now your limp form is in the air.

Ghost has you in his arms rushing to the chopper, unseen the others follow, truck abandoned. But the face of death stares down at you. The injection wakes your body but your mind still drifts and your eyes unfocus on anything but the skull plate and deep brown eyes.

You reach a hand up, bumping then finally finding purchase on the mask. His breath comes out jagged with hidden emotion as he runs effortlessly with you. Eyes turn back up and you whine at the loss of his face, he lunges up into the helicopter.

“You will be fine Spitz,” Ghost mutters as the others jump in and slide the door shut. The bird takes off and Price is yelling directions while Soap and Gaz pace, but…

Ghost is a wall off from the chaos as he holds you, the medic rushes him, a light in your eyes, testing fingers. Ghost lowers you to the floor, Soap rushes through Gaz’s call. Price’s hat tumbles off, and Soap braces his hands under your head as Ghost sets you down.

Blackness finally catches you but you latch on, mentally and physically, to the reaper’s face. Ghost just kneels closer, listless for a second as you pull him closer by his head. His arms brace on the sides of your head, careful not to hit you. His shoulders, padded in black, block you from view as the medic rushes for supplies. Soap is the only witness as Price holds Gaz back from crowding you.

The skull with surprised human eyes is a breath away from your face, but you don’t register Simon at this point. You weakly caress the skull, and Simon's breath stutters.

“You’re…not scary” you giggle haggardly and Soap has to clench his jaw and turn away. But Simon is caught in your grasp, watching you pass into shadows, but yet, your eyes then see his.

“hi.” it comes out breathy as your heart slows. The medic returns and on the other side of your body he cuts through your gear. You don’t feel anything but blissful warmth from here.

You pull Simon's head even closer, his mask plate knocking into his forehead as your eyes engulf his.

“You’re no-t scary Ghosty,” you press your lips to his masked cheek then pass out, head going limp in Soaps hands with a ghastly smile on your face.

Simon freezes and then is yanked back by Gaz and Price as the medic tears through your vest to resuscitate, Soap is cradling your limp head with tears streaming down his face.

The time passes as a blur as Simon dissociates and Ghost takes over, keeping vigil.

---

Six days later you awaken back on base, hooked up to an IV. You pull the breathing tube out just as Soap wakes up and starts burning you alive with Scottish slang. His voice is rough with tears as you watch him like a deer caught in the headlights. Gaz pokes his head in with a brightening smile as you start cursing at Soap in return.

Price’s hat hovers over your head as he corrals both of you with stern, but relieved eyes. You grasp for his hat with an excited squeal. Under heavy meds, you are slightly fuzzy but aware of those in the room. You make gimme gimme hands and it lands in your lap. Soap bites a shaky smile head turning to clear his tears.

Your mind buzzes, even in your hazy state, Bandages wrap your sides like gloves and the air is stately and chill through the hospital gown. The sheets, while warm aren’t enough. A tingle in your mind, you blink, then your eyes automatically turn towards the door.

Silver dog tags on black glint, but your eyes capture your reaper. You try to shift up but Soap moves forward:

“Ey no ye don’t.” You don’t turn to him but try to pass him Price’s hat in a bribe. Gaz sees it and loses it, wheezing into a strained crying laugh as he falls back into a chair. Well-meaning and previously collected, it's Gaz who is emotionally snapping. Relief tears its way through him as his hands clenched together and he rests his forehead on them, his shoulders shaking silently. Seeing you ok finally lets his calm, masked exterior release break. Your eyes dip towards Kyle and Ghost enters. The Lieutenant passes Gaz, hand in a fist knocking his shoulder in a calming moment. Umber eyes shoot up to Soap, the Scot nods and he takes the hat with a murmur of thanks to you. You watch head cocking as Soap takes Gaz and the two head into the hallway. Now hatless, you turn towards Price, medicine pulling a little on your mind.

“If you call me Dad kid I am making you run laps.”

Price chuckles fondly as your eyes go wide then you squint at him. Ghost approaches the other side of your bed and Simon stares down at you as you lock eyes with Price. His hatless hair is ruffled and he looks tired. You reach a grabby hand out, both weighted by medicine but also as a joke. Price raises a brow but it’s not his hand that takes yours. A black-coated arm reaches across your lap and takes your hand. Your head tilts, confused for a moment, then it turns to stare at the reaper. A black shape engulfs your vision. His infamous black jacket is laid over you. It smells of gunpowder and him, you realize as a doopy smile extends over your face. You run your free hand over it, Price smiles unseen and leaves the room, shutting the door softly.

You attempt to move your grasped hand but find it locked in place. Your eyes trace up, your Lieutenant is wearing a hoodie and is gearless, blue jeans free of his ‘casual’ holster. You lean over the side of the bed looking. He’s not in boots. You hum, mind vibrating at you for some reason. You move back and another hand moves to your shoulder, helping you gently lean back into the pillows.

“Easy.”

The voice is rough, emotion filtering in. Your eyes trace up his arm, over broad shoulders, and at his exposed dog tags, you want to reach up and grab them but suddenly his arms are gone. A frown starts to creep up on your face before gloveless hands engulf the sides of your face and neck and your head is quickly, but carefully, pressed to his chest. You blink before your arms raise naturally to wrap around his body as he awkwardly leans over. His chest is steady, but his heart beats sporadically, trying to calm itself. Simon lowers his head onto yours just holding you. You both remain this way, medicine pulls at your conscious but your heart fights it, cherishing the moment.

You pat his back and he hesitantly pulls black, but his hands remain resting on you, guarding. Brown eyes swim with emotion as his eye black is streaked. There is redness to his eyes and his brows are taunt with stress, but he still wears his combat mask but the plate is clean. His hand leaves you and reaches for the mask, offering. You grab his hand, your head cocked in question.

You shake your head, exhaling softly out your nose with a warm heart. He freezes, and Ghost finally steps back. He leans up, breathing deeply as you watch with a growing smile when you see the weight of panic and sorrow leave him. His shoulders drop and his fingers that are still on your arm rub circles. Then Simon steps forward, some shadow in his mind warming and settling into his soul.

His free hand lingers, fingers flexing. His eyes skim over you, the black of his jacket staining the white gown and sheets. His eyes scan your collarbone, your breathing steady and at peace, then they meet your face.

Your lips are smiling, dry but quirked. Up to your eyes. They shimmer as you are now aware of his presence and are appreciative. But a spark. In your mind the medicine now just makes you sleepy, body finally awake with your mind, even if for a moment. You are content with the shadow’s presence, completely comfortable with Ghost before you.

This fact finally, for the first real time, settles in Simon’s mind as he blinks. He wants to laugh, his heart racing. You notice the change and a hand comes up and caresses the mask. He stares at you, mind blanking.

A second, your mouth opens to question him.

“Are you ok?”

Nothing.

Your head cocks, smile slipping, then freezing at his eyes.

Simon just stares down, then his hands shoot up. He tears off the mask. You go to close your eyes but warm hands grasp your face, they plead with you and you open your eyes.

Simon bears his soul to you, pale face littered with scars. But you only watch his eyes as they begin to water, the mask of Ghost sits discarded in your lap as his shadow melts and Simon begins. Both are mingled into one conflicted being.

And your fingers caress both as you frown, unbothered by the being before you, your hand goes to wipe a tear but Simon ducks further and presses his lips into yours.

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Simon blinks back and his hands take your face. Your eyes shoot up with a hum and you set the mask down.

“Jealous?” You ask cheekily.

“I love you.” His voice is solid, Ghost’s unbreaking and promising, and Simon’s deep with emotion. You sense the weight of the moment and you smile calmly,

“I love you too.” You reply.

#cod mw2 2022 #cod mw2 2022 fanfic #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #Spitfire Universe #soap mactavish #Captain John Price as dad tbh #Simon 'ghost' riley x reader #gn reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon riley #simon riley headcanons

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hemmohaze · 5 months

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Hot Showers and Cold Bleach

Warnings: Strong Language

Authors Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months now and i’m so proud of this one!! i simply can’t wait for this universe to have its moment. hope you all like it as much as I do!!

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April 11th 2019

Kalani already had a strong regret facetiming her mother and father Anna and Marcus back home in New Jersey as she packed for her trip for Coachella with her longtime boyfriend, Micheal and his bandmates along with Luke and Ashton’s girlfriends Sierra and KayKay.

Roy, one of Calum’s friends is tagging along as well with the group.

Kalani and Micheal have been together ever since the infamous Bali trip the boys took in 2016. Even though he was secretly subscribed to her youtube channel from 2014 and she was his celebrity crush. He made that apparent in every interview he was asked that question.

She knew some of her good friends who were going and gave her a free ticket to go. Kailani and Micheal originally just wanting to hook up that whole week and never talk again until they realized their feelings and have been together ever since.

Her old youtube vlog of that trip has clips of the two shamelessly flirting with one another that they look back upon now and laugh.

She held up one blue bikini, one red one, and a pink one and quickly shoved them in her bag until her mother’s Jersey accent rang through.

“What the hell are those pieces of fabric??” She demanded.

“‘My bathing suits?” She shrugged walking over to her vanity to pack her makeup in her travel bag.

“Those are not a bathing suits. That’s rags colored in dye.” She said making her brunette haired daughter chuckle and roll her eyes.

“Mom, no one in Coachella is gonna see my birthday suit.” She responded looking at her mom’s disgusted face on the MacBook screen.

“Well other than Micheal!!” Her dad’s voice interrupted her trying to figure out what shade of foundation to bring. She never knew how tan she’d get in the different climates and it would be a monstrosity if she posted on YouTube or Instagram and her face was 4 shades lighter than her whole body.

“Shut up.” She chuckled as she packed a Fenty Bottle and Makeup Forever bottle.

‘Praying these are right’ She said a silent prayer.

Ana waved noticed Michel standing in the doorway holding Southy in his arms with Moose and her cocker spaniel, Sadie trailing behind him. Kailani turned around seeing him.

"You're like a cat. How did I not hear you." She smiled at her boyfriend who shrugged taking a seat on their shared bed.

"Hi Mrs. Smith" Micheal waved with Southy's paw making Kalani smile.

"Micheal honey you can call me Anna. I've told you this for 2 years now. The whole Mrs thing makes me feel older than I am."

“If the shoe fits then wear it momma.” She joked making Anna give her the bird.

They bid their goodbyes as she had to go, tired of hearing Micheal trying to wrestle the dogs to do what sounded like a trick.

“I’ll finish packing tomorrow before we leave. I have all my clothes packed just not bathroom stuff but it’d be pointless to pack them now.” She ran her fingers through his fringe as she sat on his lap.

“We should bleach my hair again before Coachella.” He suggested squeezing her ass. She knew what he really wanted.

“You just wanna fuck me under the shower.”

“Not completely, I also want my hair washed but that doesn’t sound bad either.”

“Fine.” She climbed off his lap and sauntered into the connected bathroom.

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Kalani and Micheal stood underneath the warm shower water as she lathered some sort of deep conditioner with keratin and special oil designed for faux blondes in his hair before she could bleach it again if she wanted to make sure it was completely clean.

"The bottle said to wait 5 minutes before you can wash it out." She repeated the instructions on the purple bottle.

His hands wandered down her hips and close to her ass as she gave him a pointed look.

"That’s not what we're here for." She pointed her finger at his chest

"Y’know you could wash my hair since I was such a good girlfriend by washing yours and about to bleach it." She batted her full lashes at him who playfully rolled his eyes before turning Kalani towards him and lathering shampoo to wash her curls.

Small talk was the only thing that you could hear in the bathroom other than the running water.

They washed out all the product out of his and her hair before wrapping herself in a warm towel while Micheal stepped out of the bathroom to grab the hair dye and another towel.

He's been dying his hair ever since he was 16. He would consider himself a pro but likes when Kalani does it for him.

She grabbed the t shirt off of the counter that she stole from Micheal and her panties while she squeezed the water out her hair and threw in some deep hair mask to throw it up in a curly bun.

Micheal rolled the chair in front of the bathroom mirror and placed the dye in a bowl as Kalani read the instructions.

She placed some gloves on for protection of her skin and got to bleaching his hair. "This may burn." She warned him as she was splitting his hair into sections while he was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when she was starting.

"I've dyed my hair probably 20 times in my life. Trust me it's fine. I’m immune to the burning sensation now.” He joked.

*****

After an hour of the smell of bleach and the sound Kalani and Micheal's laughter , they were finally in bed watching some episodes Chicago Fire that they've been missing out on.

She had one leg propped up and the other across his lap as he stroked her thigh making her bite her lip as to make it seem like his fingers brushing across her thighs didn't have a affect on her. As it very well did because of how she felt the dampness pool in her black panties.

"If you wanna eat my pussy all you have to do is ask." She finally spoke up during a boring scene in the show.

"I was waiting on those exact words." He said with a cheeky smile.

With that Micheal maneuvered himself to be in her thighs, facing her panties. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Kalani whined softly as he was teasing her clit with his tounge through the outside of her panties. "Please Mikey." Her doe eyes silently begged him.

“Someone’s impatient.”

He tugged them down her smooth legs and tossed them somewhere behind him as he was face to face with her swollen clit as his eyes got wider in adoration.

"Shit your pussy is so pretty my love." He kissed the insides of her thighs as she giggled. "Thank you."

With one lick, she was a moaning mess for him. He was maintaining eye contact with her and every time she wouldn't look at him he would go slower with eating her out. It wasn't long before she started pulling on his hair as he was sucking on her clit making her eyes close in pleasure.

"That feel good baby?," He asked huskily as she could visibly see her own wetness on his beard.

She shakily sighed. "Fuck it feels so good."

With his middle and ring finger he started to slowly finger her while sucking on her clit, her hips jutting up every time he curled his fingers against her sweet spot.

"Shit I'm gonna come." She panted. She pushed his head deeper into her trying to get more of his mouth.

“I know." He cooed, the vibrations of his voice sending her over the edge.

She screamed his name in pure ecstasy multiple times as he pulled his fingers out of her and slowly licked her clean, avoiding her clit as he knew it was too sensitive. He gave her clit one last kiss before laying back next to her.

"I love you." She stretched over her to peck his lips. They kissed for what seemed like hours.

"I can't wait to fuck you at Coachella. To a weekend of great music and even better sex." He said excitedly running his hands over her ass.

"And spending time with your band members while I have girl time!" she playfully hit his tattooed arm as they both went into a deep sleep tangled together.

#5sos fanfic #micheal clifford smut #luke hemmings #micheal clifford #5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #micheal 5sos #micheal clifford fanfic #micheal clifford imagine

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Winter Cabin

Warnings: cursing, smut, thigh riding, unprotected sex

Pairings: Kai Parker x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: In which Y/N and Kai have hated eachother since the sandbox days and end up getting trapped in a cabin together because of a blizzard but, now that she's trapped with her enemy she has to find some way to deal with him.

Type: smut

Character: Malachai "Kai" Parker (played by Chris Wood)

Show: The Vampire Diaries

You huffed and sat on the bed. You didn't want to be trapped in a cabin with Kai Parker. You would rather deal with Damon's egotistical ass. That's something you never thought you would say.

Kai walked in and sat beside you. You scooted away from him. He corked a brow at you. You looked at him and tilted your head.

"Is there a problem?" You asked.

"Yeah actually." Kai said.

"And that would be?" You asked.

"Why can't I sit near you?" He asked. "I know you want me just as much as I want you." Kai said. You gulped. He didn't really know that you craved him, did he? You will admit, you wanted him so fucking badly but, you couldn't give into him.

He was a monster. He killed his own siblings. He tried to kill your friends. Even though he never tried to ever hurt you, he never laid a finger on you with intent to hurt you or kill you, but you just couldn't give in.

You wanted to give in so fucking badly but you just can't. He's bad. He's a bad fit for you and you have told him that before. He seems to disagree. You wanted to disagree with yourself too but you just couldn't.

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

"Come on pretty girl." He said sitting close to you again. "I mean you have dated Damon before and he is an egotistical jerk. Why not give me a chance?" He asked.

"I- well I want to. You're right I do want you, I just can't have you. It's not meant to be." You sighed.

"How can you be so sure?" He asked.

"Because I just can't give in Kai. I can't, okay." You sighed.

"Not even for one night?" Kai asked putting his hand on your thigh.

"I- Kai- what are you doing?" You asked as he began to move his hand up your thigh. Before he could reach your core, you grabbed his hand. You looked up to meet his gaze. His gorgeous blue eyes.

Before you could think about it, you leaned in and kissed him. Kai pulled you onto his lap and the kiss became more passionate. You put your hands through his hair and gently pulled. Kai quietly grunted into the kiss.

You smirked a little when he did. You fucking loved this. You pulled back and pushed him back onto the bed. Kai smirked loving how bold you were being. You giggled and bit your lip before pulling your top off revealing your black lacy bra.

His hands were on your hips and they trailed up your body to your breasts. You giggled a little and reached back and unclipped your bra. You then tossed your bra to the floor by your shirt. Kai just smirked studying you.

He trailed his hands up and each hand cupped each breast before giving them a gentle squeeze. You bit your lip then grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head. You leaned down to kiss him again. His hands broke free from your grip and his hands flew to your hips.

Before you could react, Kai flipped the two of you over so you were under him now. You giggled and pulled him back down to kiss you. He shoved his thigh in between your legs then, his hands still on your hips, he pushed you down onto his thigh making you whimper.

Since you were needy for him you began to grind against his thigh, moaning out softly into the kiss. Kai took his thigh away from your core making you whimper. He then tugged off your leggings and panties. You giggled biting your lip.

"Okay... your turn to strip." You said with a smirk. Kai smirked and obeyed your wishes. He pulled off his top tossing it to the floor then began to unbuckle his belt. You started to help him tug off his jeans and boxers.

He tossed them to the floor too then hovered over you again. You were so fucking needy for him right now, all you wanted was for him to be inside of you. You just wanted him to fuck you so badly.

"Kai.. please just fuck me already." You whimpered.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Kai said with a smirk before he aligned his cock with your entrance. You gasped quietly when he slowly pushed into you. He already loved the feeling of stretching you out.

He pinned your hands at the sides of your head by holding them and began to thrust into you. You moaned out. He felt so fucking good inside of you. He had only been fucking you for not even a minute and you could already tell that he was a god in bed.

You threw your head back as he went faster. You back began to arch and he smirked at what his cock was doing to your body. He leaned down and began to kiss your neck, surly leaving marks. Then he gently bit your shoulder making you whimper.

He had been fucking you for a few minutes now and it felt so fucking good but, you wanted to have some control. As much as you loved him being dominate over you, you wanted to be dominate over him so fucking badly.

Your hands broke free from his grasp and before he could protest you flipped the two of you over so you were on top now. You held onto the head board before slowly sinking down onto his cock. You moaned softly when you did so.

You began to bounce up and down on his cock and he threw his head back on the pillow groaning out. You smirked and kept bouncing on his dick, moaning out yourself. Kai lifted his head back up to watch you again.

"Mmm.. fuck baby. We should've done this sooner, you look so hot on my cock." He sad with a smirk before groaning out again. His moans were so sexy. You started to ride his cock in tight circles.

You felt a knot growing in your stomach so you knew you were close. You could tell he was close too. You kept riding his cock, the two of you moaning out louder.

"Fuck baby I'm gonna cum." He said before groaning again.

"Me too." You moaned out.

"Mm.. come on, come all over my cock baby." He said smirking. With that your eyes screwed shut and your legs began to tremble as you came all over his cock. Kai came the same time you did, shooting his load deep inside of you.

You pulled yourself off his dick and laid beside him. He pulled you close to himself and held you close making you smile.

"See.. I told you it would be fun." Kai said.

"Well you were right." You said with a chuckle. "We should do this more often." You smirked.

"How about we have a round two?" He asked. You smirked more.

"Fuck yes." You smirked and kissed him again.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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iwannawritelots · 1 year

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Heartbeat: Squish

Originally written April-May 2023

AO3 - I usually post here first!

Part 2

Human AU Masterlist

Characters Active: Solomon (14), Asmodeus (14)

Trigger/content warnings: none

Headcanons/notes from the author: I love writing about these dorks… -3-

Brief Blurb: Solomon meets Asmodeus for the first time in high school.

Taglist (feel free to ask to be added): @graveswrites

Solomon stared off into nothing, not knowing how approach anyone. He was often written off as the strange kid, and it seemed like high school wouldn’t change that very much. Everyone else knew each other already. He snapped his attention to the door when it loudly opened, and the thought he instantly had upon seeing the person coming through would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Damn, they’re tall as fuck.

He watched them sit down, not really realizing the entire time. Their backpack was bedazzled with jewels and pins. The skirt and high heels they wore complimented each other well. When the teacher called for attention, Solomon’s face flushed bright red. He finally registered that he had indeed been staring — at someone he didn’t even know! — for at least five minutes.

The teacher welcomed everyone and began to have students stand one by one to introduce themselves. When she began to call out last names starting with “M”, the tall person Solomon had stared at stood up. “I’m Asmodeus Morningstar.” They took a deep breath, smiled, then continued, “My pronouns are they/them today. I moved here with my siblings about five summers ago…” Asmodeus curled their hair around their finger, then uncurled it. “If I were an animal, I would be a bunny.”

Without another word, they sat down. Of all animals, a bunny? Solomon stared at his hands. What kind of animal was everyone else saying? Wait, what was he going to say?

Wait! They said they/them pronouns!

Solomon fumbled with his hands. He never wanted to be friends with someone so badly in his life. Another trans person, and someone who dressed so cool, and shared an interest with him!

Once introductions were over, the teacher told them to partner up. Solomon scrambled to Asmodeus. “Hi, Asmodeus.”

They flashed their beautiful grin at him. “Hello Solomon.” They hummed and inspected their nails for a moment. “Are you wanting to be partners?”

“Ah, yes.” Solomon nodded and grinned. “If that’s alright with you, of course.”

“I see no issue with it.” Asmodeus took the paper the teacher was passing out when she walked by. “We’re supposed to ask each other the questions on this list, it looks like.” They frowned at the bottom of the paper. “Some of these are going to show the ugly side of me.”

Solomon brought his hand to his chin. Having heard this, his anxiety simmered down a bit. “Oh? Whatever could be the ugly side of you?”

“Well… ‘something that bothers you’ is one of them.” Asmodeus gazed at Solomon for a moment, then set the paper down on their lap. “I suppose we’ll start with that one.”

“Okay.” Solomon raised an eyebrow. “What’s something that bothers you, then?”

Humming for a moment, Asmodeus stared off. “I guess… sand.”

Solomon snorted. “Sand?”

“Yeah. It’s coarse, and rough, and it gets everywhere.”

A fit of giggles erupted from Solomon, and he quickly covered his mouth in attempt to muffle it. “D-Did you just… reference Star Wars?”

“You have a Yoda keychain on your backpack. I thought you’d appreciate it.” Asmodeus bit their lip to stifle an obnoxious laugh, but it didn’t cover up the way they were beaming. “Plus… sand actually does all of those things and I hate it. Anakin has a point, y’know?”

Solomon nodded, unable to stop giggling. Maybe they wanted to be friends, too…

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#obey me! human au #heartbeat #solomon #asmodeus #asmodeus x solomon #obey me! nightbringer #obey me! one master to rule them all #iwannawritelots

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sheshallfromtimetotime · 2 years

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By John Paul Brammer

There was a spot where I liked to sit at the local gay bar, a nook with a window and two wooden stools. I’m the kind of person who likes to “go out” just to sit down. A friend and I sat there together once, quietly sipping our drinks and watching people walk by. It was a peculiar scene. The sun was out and the bar was mostly empty. In the coming days, cops would be installed by the entrance, and they would frisk everyone coming in.

But not yet. We sat in silence. I think we were both waiting for the other to start crying, but neither of us did.

A sense of emergency brought out a different side to the bar, which felt like a shelter that day. I was reminded of a time when I was a kid back in Oklahoma. The sky turned yellow-green, a funnel was spotted, and we were marched into the school gym and told to hunker down. The wooden floor of the gym, inches from my face, felt in those long minutes like the fierce embrace of a parent, like it had promised to protect me where on any other day it would have hosted my jumping jacks and halfhearted laps without comment.

Sitting in the nook at the gay bar, my phone was going off in my pocket, my drink was incredibly stiff, and I could do little but watch the world, the real world, the world outside, mosey past the window. The partition between these worlds, I was reminded, was ever so thin.

Surely, every person is a house of private hurts no one else is privy to, aches that others don’t share and can’t understand. This is true of entire communities, too. Looking out from the inside, one wonders how everyone else can go about their days so outrageously unencumbered. It feels traitorous. It must be the case for everyone. But all the same, I felt resentment. I both wanted straight people to be more visibly upset, and for straight people to disappear for a while.

Tragedy shrinks everything. It was a small thing to think. But there it was.

How successful can a front door be at keeping the world at bay? The front door of the gay bar has help. See a couple of would-be patrons walk in, having somehow missed the rainbow flags and posters for the drag show and a name like “Manhole,” immediately realize what they’ve stepped into, politely look around, and leave.

In the past, maybe it’s not so much like this anymore, the gay bar would be in a spot nobody wanted to go, in a neighborhood nobody wanted to live in, on a street nobody wanted to be seen walking down. Before these neighborhoods became gayborhoods, they were ecosystems for trans sex workers and broke artists and runaways.

It must be the case in any number of cities around the world, for any number of “historically gay” locations. It’s usually the beach nobody wanted, the park nobody felt safe in. Later, as coffee shops and boutique fitness gyms move in, they are scrubbed and festooned with flags and hailed as monuments. A past life is alluded to, perhaps in the form of a mural with Marsha P. Johnson on it, while the people who would have huddled there decades ago find another jagged corner of the earth to perch on.

That’s how it goes in some places. Others persist, or become a mix of misfits and faces fresh out of the closet and elder gays who will tell you all sorts of wild things if you listen. I know a few of these places in Oklahoma City, where all the bars are sequestered together, a bowl of free condoms, drinks that are actively trying to kill the demons on the way down.

One night, I met up with a man from Grindr and we went to one of them. An old cowboy in Wrangler jeans and boots and holding a guitar sat up on the stage next to a drag queen who introduced him. He gave the saddest cover I’d ever heard, a country version of “Someone Like You” by Adele.

Goodness, life is harsh.

In the mix of pain and sadness and rage following the shooting at Club Q, a nightclub in Colorado Springs where five people were gunned down and many more injured, there is an emphatic lack of surprise. Threats of violence to trans people and drag performers have found acceptance in the mainstream, with accusations of “grooming” being levied against essentially anyone who isn’t cisgender and heterosexual. “It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it?” seems to be a prevailing sentiment.

And it was, really, only a matter of time.

Among the victims were trans people, straight people, gay people, all committing the grievous sin of being there. For all the modest gains in the past decade, the truth remains that even if you sequester yourself, even if you keep it all behind a closed door, they will find you anyway.

In the collective psyche, if there is such a thing, the violence perforates a membrane to hit a specific and tender spot, where the inner child hides behind a flimsy wall. You were never safe.

The rest of the world doesn’t disappear in the gay bar. It laps at the front door like waves against the ribs of a ship. It isn’t a universe unto itself where we get to live unencumbered by the lives we left propped up against the wall outside. The grimy gay bar, the one in my head, resists the gold-leafing of an ode. I don’t think of it as a temple, or as a church, or as a sacred space. I threw up in one after accidentally drinking too much as a plus-one to the GLAAD Awards in 2015.

But sometimes, after spending too much time outside of one, I get that familiar urge for an overpriced well drink and shitty pop music, for the sharp, judgy, lustful glances of faggots, for the near-darkness and the sticky floors and the people who, while not in perfect accord, have at least resolved to find each other.

We do find each other, I think. That much hasn’t changed over time. Life can’t be all fight, and while historically our movements have been depicted as a headstrong march against the tide, we do also move like water, following from different sources a common gravity toward a spot, both hidden and in plain sight, where we learned without remembering ever learning it, “that’s where I go.”

#John Paul Brammer #JP Brammer #A Spot #Hola Papi

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nymphie-mama · 2 years

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TOUCH ME

part 2

PAIRING: jj maybank x routledge!reader

SUMMARY: in which the reader is “off limits” but what JB doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

WARNINGS: outdoor sex, pool sex, unprotected sex, brothers best friend

REQUEST: congrats on 100! can you do jj with the prompt “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” ❤️ - anon

Your brother, John B was on a date with Sarah. Pope and Kiara were both working. This left you and JJ at the château alone.

You and him have been playfully flirting for months, but John B was very persistent that you were “off-limits” to JJ. This may have set him back a bit, but you were beyond attracted to him.

You sat in the hot tub for hours, laughing and talking away. You wouldn’t have realized how much time passed if it weren’t for the sun going down.

He had been clearly flirting with you. Complimenting you and eye-fucking you all night. He made playful jokes, but you were all but kidding when you mimicked what he did. Staring him down, you imagined all the ways he could use you right there and then, all over the house, in the van, anywhere on the island.

You hadn’t realized you’d been lost in these thoughts until he broke the silence, voice smooth and dark,

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed,” he said, making your eyes snap back up to him. Your lips tugged up to smile, but you quickly realized this was your chance.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” you said, bringing your eyes back down his figure and coming back to straddle him. You sat on his lap, facing him and he hesitated to bring his hands to your hips.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“If I touch you, I won’t be able to stop,” he groaned, hovering his hands over your waist and thighs. You rolled your hips over his already growing cock and smiled.

“Please, JJ,” you whispered into his ear, “touch me, please. It’s all I can think about- the way you could feel inside of me- I need you.”

Your mouth has barely shut before he attached his lips to yours hungrily. But the kiss didn't last long, as he pulled you off him just enough to free his cock from his swimsuit and move your bikini bottoms to the side.

“God, Y/N,” he said, aligning himself with your entrance, “Fuck, you’re so tight.” His hands finally gripped your waist as you brought yourself back down to his lap and his head fell back.

You sank down onto his length, hissing at the stretch. Sitting still, his cock hit the right spots and you had to adjust to his size for a moment.

Groans immediately fell from his mouth as you started rolling your hips against him again, letting his tip go against your g-spot.

His hand came up above your ass as you began to bounce up and down on his cock, both of your heads going back and eyes fluttering shut. His other hand left your waist and found your clit with ease, and he brought himself back to watch the way you squirmed around him; listening to you moan his name and little phrases.

“Just like that, god,” you said as he drew figure eights against your mound and you maintained your rhythm on top of him.

“Your pussy was made for me,” he moaned while you replied in hums.

His cock did seem to fit just right; hitting everywhere you needed it to, stretching you just enough to increase your pleasure without pain. His hands knew just where to go, all over your body.

“JJ, I'm gonna-”

“Please, God,” he mewled, still keeping his movements against you, but now thrusting up his hips to meet with you.

It was less than a minute later when release washed over you, and even less before his cock began to twitch and his body became sloppy.

“Baby-”

“I'm on the pill, its okay.”

You rode out both of your highs, still gasping and catching your breath. You were so infested with euphoria that you didn't notice the car door shutting.

“Jesus Christ. You guys better get off each other before John B gets out of that car,” Sarah said, quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear.

“Shit.”

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souryoong · 2 years

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try new things | knj ft. myg (18+)

not sure what to say here other than ummm….thoughts were thought and this is the outcome. (and umm lmk if you’d like a part 2?)

summary: you and your boyfriend namjoon have a threesome with his best friend to “try new things.”

warnings: threesome!! (do not read if you do not like that content), tongue kissing, fingering, clit stim, squirting, riding, cock sucking, cum eating/swallowing, nipple play, hair pulling (kind of), long hair rap line boys (lol), creampie, unprotected sex, um yeah reader has two dicks but not at the same time, and this is very much smut. i do check for minors so please be responsible and do not read if you are under 18.

“Hey, baby.” Your boyfriend Namjoon spoke to you, turning away from the screen in front of him in his chair. “Can I ask you something?”

You were both at his studio, Namjoon working and you hanging out, giving him opinions and reading.

“Joonie, you played the same sample for me seventeen times.” You we’re laying on his couch, not looking up from your book.

“No.” He hesitated, running his fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh. “It’s kind of something else.”

You closed your book, sitting up. “Yeah? Is something up?”

“No.” Namjoon stood up and walked over to you, sitting on the couch by you, putting your legs over his lap. “Something I kind of wanted to ask you.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You asked him, leaning your head against the back of the couch. He seemed nervous.

He swallowed, laughing to himself. “Fuck I’m like embarrassed now.”

“Why joon? You can ask me anything, and I’m sure it’s nothing.”

He bit his lip, then looked at you. “Have you ever thought about having a threesome?”

Pausing for a second, you answered. “Hmm. I find the idea hot but I’ve never really gave it much thought.”

“Really?” Namjoon looked surprised you said that, even though you both had no shame in asking each other to try new things.

“Yeah.” You set your book down on the table nearby. “But who would it be with?”

“How about Yoongi?” Namjoon looked at you. “I mean he’s not a stranger and you know him just as well as me. It wouldn’t be awkward.”

“Okay.” You slightly laughed. “But how do you know he’d be into it?”

He scratched his head. “Baby, I hate to break it to you but men talk.”

“Oh really?” You teased.

“I low key kind of asked him already if he’d be interested.” Namjoon was serious. “We agreed that you have the control. We do nothing that makes you uncomfortable or that would hurt you.”

“Okay, that makes me feel better.”

“And if you at any time want to stop or change your mind you can.”

“Okay.” You swallowed. “So when are we doing this?”

“Yoongi said he’s free tomorrow.”

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You and Namjoon were in his kitchen, waiting for Yoongi to arrive. You were dressed comfortably you would say, in only some slouchy socks, a red thong, and one of Namjoon’s hoodies. The hoodie fitting very loose, came to about mid thigh on you.

“Joon, do you want some wine?” You asked him, opening the fridge and looking for the bottle.

“Sure.” He answered, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. “Are you nervous?”

“No.” You spoke, pouring the wine into both glasses. “It’s just the anticipation.”

“Yeah I know.” Namjoon took a sip of wine from the glass.

You sat on the kitchen island, Namjoon standing in front of you in between your legs.

You finished your wine rather quick, and Namjoon soon after.

“When is he coming over?” You asked, putting your hands over his shoulders.

He glanced over at the clock. “Should be soon. He’s probably coming from his studio.”

You nodded, moving your hands to play with his soft, dark hair.

“Your hairs gotten pretty long.”

“Yeah?” He asked you sweetly. “Should I cut it soon?”

“No.” You ran your fingers through the front, watching it fall in his face. “I think it looks hot like this.”

He smirked and leaned in to kiss you as your hands were still in his hair. You felt movement and his hand brushed against your clothed entrance, making you let out a sudden gasp. Namjoon pulled away, and kissed your neck a few times.

“Already worked up for me. I like it.” He pressed a kiss behind your ear, and you felt chills through your entire body. “But you’ll have to wait. Yoongi hyung will be here soon.”

You sighed in frustration and annoyance. Yes, you agreed to this, but you didn’t think you’d be horny and forced to wait.

Almost like clockwork, there was a knock on the door. Namjoon was kissing you and pulled away to ask who it was, but knowing it was Yoongi.

“Yoongi.” A voice at the door spoke, making you feel like your heart stopped for a second.

He walked in and it felt like time slowed down for a second, like you were imagining this was happening. It wasn’t until the both of them were in front of you that you realized that this was in fact, happening.

“Am I interrupting the pregame?” Yoongi joked, smirking at Namjoon.

“No.” Namjoon answered. “But we can start if you want.”

“Joon.” You directed his attention towards you, lifting up the hoodie you were wearing, revealing the red thong that was underneath.

“Fuck.” Namjoon muttered underneath his breath.

Yoongi’s eyes were on you now as well, biting his lip.

“Still dying to be touched, princess?” Namjoon teased you, almost to put on a show. In the back of your mind you wanted to slap him, but you also wanted to play along.

“Please?” You leaned back on the counter, slightly opening your legs.

“You’re right. You’ve been patient.” He answered, giving Yoongi a look almost as the go ahead. You saw him walk out of your view behind you, and tried to watch him, but Namjoon suddenly pulled your legs towards him, making you look at him.

Now you were propped up on your elbows, Namjoon brushed his thumb lightly over your clothed clit, and you let out a needy whine, then bit down on your lip.

“Fucking soaking through your underwear.” Namjoon swore, smirking at you.

He pulled your underwear to the side, and put one of your legs over his shoulder. You were bracing yourself for his touch, gripping the edge of the counter with your hand so hard your knuckles were almost turning white.

You let out a jagged breath when you felt him start rubbing your clit with two fingers. He watched your reaction, then slipped them inside of you, starting to pump them in and out of you.

“Fuck, Joon.” You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, until you felt a hand on your jaw, making you open your eyes. It was Yoongi, you were so focused on Namjoon you forgot he was there for a minute.

You grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie to kiss you, his mouth was warm and wet. Namjoon brushed his fingertips against your g spot inside of you, making you moan against his mouth, evidently he took it as an opportunity to tongue kiss you.

“Good god I can’t wait to fuck you.” Namjoon spoke, adding a 3rd finger inside of you, you whining in response.

“Fuck I love hearing you whine.” Yoongi was talking in your ear, making your entire body hot. “I can’t wait to hear you whine for my cock.” He said it like a promise, a promise you hoped he would deliver.

You didn’t know who to focus on, your boyfriend whose hand was in between your legs, or his best friend that was saying such things to you.

Yoongi lifted up your hoodie you were wearing, exposing your breasts to him.

“Fuck, and you have the most perfect tits.” He circled his thumb over one of your nipples, already somewhat hard and sensitive to the touch, making you wince.

“Suck on them. She loves that.” Namjoon suddenly spoke, watching Yoongi.

You bit your lip, practically pleading with your eyes.

He let out a low chuckle and lowered his mouth to the nipple that was closest to him, and blew on it slightly to tease you. You wanted to grab a fist full of his hair until suddenly you felt his lips wrap around it and his tongue flicking against it. He grabbed the one, rubbing his thumb over it lightly.

“Fuck. So good. Don’t fucking stop. Please don’t stop.” You we’re a whining, moaning mess.

You felt yourself gushing more arousal, not going unnoticed by Namjoon.

“Fuck. Do you fucking hear that?” Namjoon groaned. “So fucking hot.” You were so wet you were making a squelching sound.

“Fuck.” You squeezed your eyes shut, every sensation stopping when Namjoon pulled his fingers out of you and Yoongi pulled away.

You had a look of disappointment on your face, and Namjoon grabbed your legs, sliding you off the counter, and turned you around so your back was facing him. He pulled you against him, and you moaned when you felt his hard length against you.

He put his hand over your neck, leaning down and turning your face towards him. He tongue kissed you roughly.

“Whose cock do you want first?” He asked you, before kissing your neck.

“Yoongi.” You looked at him, half moaning because of what Namjoon was doing to you.

Yoongi sucked in a breath. “Well fuck. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

The three of you made your way to the bedroom, you finally pulling your hoodie off over your head. Namjoon pulled off his t shirt that he was wearing to be comfortable.

You sat on the bed in front of Yoongi, with Namjoon a little off to the side.

Yoongi pulled off his hoodie that he was wearing and got to work taking off his belt and unzipping his jeans. His bulge very prominent through the denim.

“How do you want it?” Yoongi suddenly asked you, pulling you from your trance of watching him take off his pants.

“Rough.” You blatantly said, still waiting for him to take off his pants.

“Careful what you ask for.” Namjoon spoke, making Yoongi smirk.

“What he said.” Yoongi dropped his jeans to the floor and kicked them to the side, then pulled off his black underwear. “Be good and lie down for me.”

You got all but a glimpse of his length. Yoongi must have saw the look on your face.

“You can taste me later.”

You gasped when you felt the tip of his cock brush your folds and at your entrance. Yoongi smirked to himself and pushed inside of you at a pace that already had you clutching the bed sheets.

You were whining. “Fuck. That feels so good.”

Yoongi quickened his pace and soon you were a whining moaning mess.

You didn’t know where Namjoon went, assuming he was behind you somewhere. You turned your head to try and see him, when a hand grabbed your jaw roughly and turned your head, making you yelp.

“Look at me when I fuck you.” Yoongi swore, his breathing erratic. Even though he was breathing so heavy, he started fucking you hard. “Look at how good your pussy takes my cock.”

“Fuck. Yoongi.” Your eyes were watering like you were about to cry. Your orgasm was close and you were trying to fight it. “So fucking good.”

Suddenly Yoongi slowed down and pulled out of you, confused, you looked at him.

“Turn around, get on your hands and knees.” Yoongi said to you, motioning for you to turn over.

You weakly got up, your insides and legs feeling like jello at this point and your orgasm brought to a halt.

You moved your hair out of your face, and bit your lip when you felt Yoongi spread your knees further apart then they were.

Yoongi hummed to himself before pushing his length inside of you once more, this time the feeling almost making you cry out. At the angle he was going in at you were feeling him much deeper.

You moaned so loud that you had no idea that sound actually came from you.

“Holy fuck.” Yoongi breathed In between him thrusting inside of you. “I’m so fucking deep holy shit.”

You weren’t even holding yourself up anymore, your face against the sheets and your fists holding onto them for dear life.

You felt the mattress in front of you dip, you were confused at first, but then realized it was Namjoon. You opened your eyes and your vision was spotty from your eyes being closed tight for so long.

You gathered the strength to hold yourself up, and realized that he was in front of you, stroking his hard length in front of you. Fuck. You couldn’t deny that you wanted him in your throat.

You didn’t have to say anything to him, just open your mouth and he slid himself in against your tongue.

“Fuck this is so hot.” Namjoon moaned, giving you chills.

He eventually started to fuck into your throat, and you let him like usual. You loved having him in your mouth.

Suddenly, Yoongi gave a particularly deep thrust inside of you, brushing against your g spot, making your core clench.

“Fuck. I felt that.” He sounded breathless and sweaty. You wished you could have seen him. “You’re gonna cum.”

You couldn’t say anything, as Namjoon’s cock was hitting the back of your throat. You moaned and blinked away the tears that were forming.

Yoongi hit that spot repeatedly until your legs were shaking and you could barely hold yourself up anymore.

“Fuck. Look at you.” Namjoon pulled himself out of your mouth, giving you a chance to breathe.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You whined as Yoongi was fucking you into oblivion.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” His voice was raspy and deep.

“Fuck.” You whined before everything seemed to move in slow motion, your head getting foggy, your body still shaking.

Yoongi slowed down, but continued fucking you through your orgasm.

“Fuck. You’re so warm. and still so fucking wet.”

His words made you bite your lip, because it was true. You could hear how wet you were still.

Yoongi pulled out of you suddenly. “Turn around.”

“What?” You had a stupid tone in your voice; fucked and confused.

“I said turn around.”

You turned around and realized what he was doing. He was standing in front of you breathing heavy, his long dark hair slicked back with sweat. He was stroking his length, swiping the tip with his thumb. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, feeling the warm liquid hit the back of your throat and onto your tongue. You swallowed when Yoongi pulled out of your mouth, then he grabbed your jaw, leaning down to tongue kiss you.

“Fucking hot.” He muttered, smirking at you.

You bit your lip and looked at Namjoon, who was sitting on the bed against the headboard, chest heaving with his hardened length in his hand.

You turned your body towards him, and leaned over to his cock, wrapping your lips around it sucking the tip into your mouth. Namjoon let out a sudden groan, grabbing at your hair.

“God, that’s enough. Don’t tease me.”

“Shush.” You sat up and positioned yourself over his cock, the tip barely brushing your entrance, making Namjoon almost lose it.

Namjoon bit his lip, humming as he looked down.

You ran your fingers through his long, dark hair, kissing him before you sunk down onto him, moans escaping both of your lips.

“Fuck.” Your voice came out needy as your body fell into his. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Mhm, fuck.” Namjoon groaned. “Fuck yourself on my cock.” He gripped your hips, rocking you into him.

Your legs were already tingling, but you put your hands on his shoulders and chest to steady yourself to move up and down on him, the noise that filled the room was obscene, further proving how wet you were still.

“Fuck, that noise.” You heard Yoongi mutter behind you.

You looked at Namjoon who was biting his lip, watching how you fucked yourself on him, and you felt his fingers get tighter on you, making you let out a whine.

Namjoon started pushing you down onto himself harder, making you have to hold onto his arms, almost trying to make him let go of you.

“Joon. Fuck.” His grip didn’t ease up on you all, and your legs were feeling like they were going numb. “Your cock. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Come on, princess.” Namjoon spoke, breathing heavy. “You can give me one more. You’ve done so good for the both of us.”

You suddenly felt a set of fingers press against your clit, and start rubbing small circles making your eyes squeeze shut, and you realized it was Yoongi’s fingers since Namjoon still was holding onto you.

“Fuck.” The whine that came out of your mouth probably sounded like you were crying, and your legs started shaking.

You felt yourself almost getting dizzy, your mind in a fucked haze for god knows how long now. Yoongi’s fingers didn’t let up on your swollen clit. Suddenly your thighs almost wanted to close together, and everything felt more wet, not noticing until someone was talking.

“Oh my god…” Namjoon moaned.

“She fucking squirted.” Yoongi swore, his fingers still on you.

You were breathing heavy, looking down at the mess that you made underneath your thighs and onto Namjoon’s stomach.

“Fuck you’re tight.” Your body shuddered at how sensitive you were.

“Cum in me, Joon.” You whined to him. “Please, I need it.”

“Fuck.” His pace with your hips was erratic. “How can I say no?”

Soon after he pushed you down onto his length all of the way, and you felt him release himself inside of you, leaning his head back against the headboard of the bed.

Yoongi moved his fingers away, and Namjoon let go of your hips. You laid forward onto his bare chest, both of you breathing heavy.

Yoongi put his underwear back on and his jeans. “I’m gonna use your bathroom to freshen up.” Namjoon nodded to him before he left the room.

“Are you okay?” He asked, kissing your temple.

“Yeah.” You answered. “My legs? No. I don’t even think i can stand up. You guys fucked me up.” You both laughed.

“So what did you think?” Namjoon asked. “Would you do it again?”

You let out a laugh. “I can see you liked it. I don’t know. If I did it would have to be a little different next time.”

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