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luveline · 6 days

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Missing my zombie!steve husband 🫶🏻

quiet day at the camp… hope something bad isn’t brewing… zombie apocalypse au <3 fem, 2k

Steve loves the sound of the river, but he only allows himself a moment to lay down on the riverbank during laundry hours.

You stand knee deep in the water with your pants and sleeves rolled up, the corrugated metal of an old shed roof that’s been repurposed into a washing board held to your chest. It was pointless to roll your sleeves up, you’re soaked to the bone, even your hair, but the summer sun keeps you warm.

“Don’t get too hot!” you call.

“I’m fine,” he says, unwilling to shout.

“He’s fine!” Robin shouts from beside him. “Numbskull.”

Steve stares at you, locking you in, so to speak, the nice shape of your hip and stomach, the mess of your wet hair. Tonight, he’ll help you fix it, but there’s no rush and no hurry to dry off while the sun is out, and the fences are up. He turns onto his stomach. Grass tickles his cheeks.

“You sure you’re okay?” Robin asks quietly.

“Fine. Can you tell me if she needs help?”

“Sure.” He listens to the sounds of her moving, likely pulling the slim lengths of her legs against her chest to hug herself, the tan leaves of a book spread out just in front of her.

Steve could really go for a cigarette. You swapped the last box you found for toothpaste, isn’t that how it always goes? You and Robin found a cheat code in the apocalypse, nicotine with a capital ‘N’. You swap Arctic chewable for socks without holes and boxes of Marlboro’s for the bathroom essentials. Everybody wants them, and you’re great at finding them. Steve never thought he’d crave a cigarette again considering he wasn’t addicted, having smoked for a couple of months in high school to feel cool with his friends, stopping when his mom asked him to. He doesn’t remember why. She’d asked, and he’d listened, as he used to do. Swim team, cross country, basketball, lifeguard training, mowing the lawn, not upsetting his father, taking out the trash, vacuuming, no drinking and driving; task after task after task. Some of it was easy. He liked doing the dishes, and he loved taking care of his mom even if she didn’t feel the same.

Not that it matters now. Does it matter now? He’s never gonna see her again. She’s a memory. She’s a bad memory, most of the time.

The more he reflects on it, he decides. She was a bit shitty, but she’s his mom, and she’s likely gone, so he’ll try to remember the cookies they made together and the way she’d smile at him after she tied his shoelaces before school. And also the mean fucking bitch she’d turn into when she drank two glasses of wine.

“What are you thinking about?” Robin asks.

“That’s the wrong soap,” you say from the river. Your voice floats over the breeze.

“Fuck off, soap is soap,” Eddie says, your not-so-new friend, Steve’s sworn enemy.

“I’m just saying,” you laugh. “Look, I’ll wash, you rinse.”

“I’m thinking about that time,” Steve begins, holding his hand out toward her, open but not expectant, “when my mom and dad came home early from his business trip in Missouri and found us sleeping together.”

“I’d never heard your dad laugh before,” Robin says.

“My mom really didn’t like you after that.” He smiles as she takes his hand. They were a lot more touchy, pre-apocalypse. He misses that sometimes.

“I don’t even think she thought we were dating.”

“She was disgusted.”

“She said we were being weird teenagers.”

“I guess we were. I never had a friend like you before so maybe I can’t blame her,” he says. He has something special with you, you’re a best friend because you’re half of his heart, but Robin was his first proper best friend, and remains it. “I missed you a lot when we were stuck in Indiana. There were a ton of times where shit would go wrong and I would get mad at you because I knew you’d know how to fix it, but you weren’t there.”

“You’d get mad at me?” Robin asks, squeezing his hand. “You jerk. Be mad at yourself.”

“Can you wait for me next time?” he asks.

Robin’s quiet, then she laughs, “I’m nodding but you can’t see.”

He wonders how she’s feeling. He admits to not doing that much in the past. Not that he didn’t think about how he made others feel, he was always worrying about that after Nancy, but he can’t say he thought of it in the moment. Steve forces himself to sit up and offer his arms for a hug, which Robin gladly accepts, her frazzled laugh on his neck as he pats her back.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“You know Y/N says I’m possessive?”

Robin leans away, fingers curled around his elbow. “You’re fighting?”

“No, just. She says I’m possessive, that I get mad about, you know, my people.”

“Right. Isn’t everybody?”

“I never thought I did. I’m not, like, too proud most of the time.”

“Steve, this is super introspective,” she says, frowning, smiling, a weird expression somewhere melding in the middle of happy and concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay? It’s fine if you’re not.” She laughs shrilly. “I woke up the other day and cried and then ten minutes later I felt fine. I’m far from okay.”

Steve glances past Robin’s head to watch you in the river. You’re sitting down amongst the stones. It really isn’t too deep, water to your ribcage washing suds down to Munson, who’s smiling at you kindly, not smarmy or flirting, just smiling.

“Why did you cry?” he asks quietly.

“I missed my cousin, I think.”

Steve curls his arm behind her head and encourages her in for a fiercer hug.

“Think we should probably go help them,” she mumbles.

He takes it for the brush off that it is; sincerity is too much to take, sometimes. If she wants to be evasive about it that’s okay, she already took the leap and admitted to getting upset.

“I cried thinking about Y/N’s hands the other day,” he says.

“Steve.” Robin rubs her eye with the heel of her hand. “I don’t even know what to tell you.”

“What? I’m trying to show you I’m pathetic so you don’t feel bad.”

“I know you’re pathetic, and I don’t feel bad.” She climbs off of the ground and brushes broken grass off of her legs. Steve climbs up next to her, nudging her with his elbow. “You’re mucho pathetic. It’s kind of crazy.”

“I think I might try and drown him,” he says conversationally.

“Why now?”

“Why do you think?” Steve asks, toeing off his shoes and peeling off his socks, nearly pitching forward on the wet bank closer to the river.

You and Eddie look up as they approach from different spots of the water. Your smile at seeing him winds him for the thousandth time, just so happy to see him, so in love with you he doesn’t even know what to do for a few seconds. “Hey, honey,” he says, “can I help?”

“Now you wanna help?” you ask, gesturing to your soaked front.

You’re messing with him, and he doesn’t care anyways, you can talk to him like crap if you want to. He shuffles down from the mud of the riverbank and into the water, cold and wet like a shock against his ankles, softer as it climbs to his knees. You’re sitting where it’s more shallow, opposed to Eddie on his knees and almost drowning further down. He puts his hand on your wet shoulder and kneels down in the water beside you. “Wanna hug?” you tease.

Steve hugs you. Doesn’t care that you’re soaking or that the water is freezing against his crown jewels, though he shivers by your ear, prompting your laugh like bubbles in his own. “It’s cold,” he says.

“Freezing!”

Not to be a freak, but he can feel your chest pressed to him, and he knows you get achy in the cold. He wraps his arms doubly behind your back and rubs at your sides. “How much laundry’s left?” he asks. “We’re gonna get hypothermia. Again.”

“You didn’t get hypothermia,” you remind him, folding into his space. “Steve… is everything okay?”

“Do I look mopey today? Robin just asked me the same thing.”

“You don’t look mopey, but you’re being touchy. You’re cuddling.”

“How am I not supposed to cuddle you, dummy? I’m keeping you warm enough to function right now. Without me you’d be an ice cube floating down the river.” He leans back to hold your face in one hand, your cheek under his thumb, water racing down his wrists and your neck.

You push against his hand gently with your cheek.

“Sorry,” he says.

“What for?”

For lots of things. “I didn’t realise how cold the water was. I would’ve come to help you.”

“It’s fine. I scrub everything and then Eddie catches it. We’ve only lost one pair of underwear,” you say. “The river’s like a long washing machine.”

“How much do you have left?” he asks.

“Nothing. I was just about to get out.”

“Couldn’t have told me that before I came to get you?”

“No,” you say, lifting your chin. Not challenging, but close. It’s an offer, Steve decides, kiss me or don’t kiss me. You don’t seem to realise he doesn’t decide, he needs you. If you always wanted to kiss him, you’d always be kissing, all the time, everywhere.

Steve gives you a quick peck. “Come on, let’s go set up the line.”

You somehow, together, make your way back to the tents without freezing to death after throwing your clothes on a drying line between trees. It’s warm enough that stripping down to your skivvies is mildly pleasant (away from the eyes of the other campers). You get dressed in the softest clothes you own upon Steve’s insistence, sweatpants and a dark hoodie, three pairs of socks and the tent door left open, before he lays you down on the sleeping bag, and settles between your legs, his full weight bearing down on you, his face nestled in the damp crook of your neck.

“I couldn’t kiss you the right way,” he confesses.

“Why?” You pull mildly at the ends of his hair.

“‘Cos I always want more than one kiss.”

“That’s a strangely romantic way to say you wanted to make out with me,” you whisper.

“It’s not like that,” he insists, even though he does want to, and he did in the river, and he does all the time.

“You’re getting kinda heavy, Steve,” you mumble.

“What?”

“It’s a good thing.”

“How dare you.”

“We got sorta frail for a bit.” You wrap an arm around his head, tip of your nose to his forehead.

“Yeah. Lucky we’re in camp Eddie now,” Steve says.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” you murmur, so close to sleeping Steve can tell. You just need a feeling of security to nudge you over the edge.

“Lucky we’re together.” He climbs off of you slowly so as not to rouse you too much, kissing your slack cheek as he settles on your shoulder. “You and me. I don’t care where we are.”

He ends up falling asleep not long after you, lulled by the rhythm of your light snore.

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togrowoldinv · 11 months

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Pour Me

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

You meet an intriguing woman while you’re bartending

Note: This is a quick little fic about milf Wanda because I love her lol. Enjoy it!

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You never expected to meet the love of your life this way. You never thought that the woman of your dreams would walk through the door as you poured drinks behind the bar.

But there she was. She had a quiet reserve about her. The friends that were with her were the ones who spoke to you first.

“This one here,” a redheaded woman said, “just got a divorce. We’re pouring them out for her.”

“Yeah, so pour them strong!” a blonde woman added.

“Can do, ladies,” you said.

You poured their drinks, and they tipped you. It pays when pretty girls come to the bar almost as much as it does when men do. But you much prefer when women come in. The other women walked away and left you alone with the woman at the bar.

“I’m sorry about your divorce,” you told her.

“It’s okay,” she said. You thought you picked up on a slight accent. It’s intriguing. “I’m better off.”

“I’m sure you are, ma’am. I didn’t get your drink order. What would you like?”

“Oh, um- what do you suggest?” She asked.

“I’ve got just the thing,” you said.

She watched as you got to work behind the bar fixing her a drink. It was what you always made when someone didn’t know what they wanted. Nothing special, but she sipped it like it was heaven in a glass.

When you asked her if she wanted another one, she said no. Her friends had convinced her to go out, and she didn’t really like to drink all that much.

“Your friends might end up shutting this place down,” you said to her.

The beautiful woman looked around and back at you. She smiled shyly.

“I’ll tell them we need to go,” she said, grabbing her purse.

“Oh, no you can stay,” you said. “I just need to start cleaning the bar up and I didn’t want you to wonder why.”

“Well, what if I help you?” She asked.

“I couldn’t allow you to help, ma’am. It’s my job,” you said.

“Oh, please it’s nothing. I’ve got two boys at home, so cleaning is my forte.”

“Come on over then,” you said, a smile on your face.

You walked to the open slot in the bar where you let the woman inside. She smiled as she took a rag and wiped the counter with you. She helped you clean for almost an hour before you asked her to help you restock the bar.

“It’s nice back here,” she said, admiring the office you built.

“I designed it myself,” you told her.

“I’m impressed.”

You picked up some crates filled with bottles and the woman watched the way your arms flexed under the weight of them. Really, she had been watching you all night.

“So, how old are your boys?” You asked her, trying to make small talk as she watched you move crates from the office to the bar.

“Ten,” she said. “They’re twins.”

“That’s so cool!” You said.

She grinned and showed you a few pictures of the boys. They looked like her and you couldn’t help but feel like you knew her already.

After you finished with the crates, you leaned against your desk. The woman looked at you intently.

“I should probably get back out there and close the bar,” you said, breaking the silence.

“Oh right,” she said.

You stood up and walked past the woman, but she grabbed your hand. You looked back at her and she looked like she could cry.

“Are you okay?” You asked her.

“Could you- would you- forget it,” she said, pulling her hand away.

“Hey, what is it?” You asked. You have gotten some odd requests working at a bar, but nothing this woman could say to you would be the craziest.

“Would you kiss me?” She asked.

“Oh, I don’t know if I should,” you said.

“Right. Of course. I’m sorry,” she tried to leave the room, but you grabbed her hand this time and pulled her back into your arms.

You looked into each other’s eyes before you leaned in and kissed the woman. The bar noise faded out and the only thing you could feel was her lips against yours. Her sweet, soft lips. You wondered how anyone could ever lose her, and when was the last time she was kissed like this. She was perfect.

The kiss ended when the woman’s friends knocked on the door to your office.

“I should drive them home,” the woman said.

“Ah, you’re right. It was nice to meet you,” you waited for her to fill in her name.

“Wanda,” the woman said. “I’m Wanda.”

“Y/n,” you supplied.

“Y/n,” she tried it out her tongue. Her friends called for her again. “Thank you for tonight. Really.”

“Sure,” you said. You opened the door for her, and her friends pulled her into their arms. “Hey Wanda, come back sometime?”

“I will,” she promised, a glint in her eye.

And she did come back. She came back every weekend for three months before you asked her out.

And she stands across from you now three years later ready to become your wife. You thank goodness she walked into the bar that night.

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beom-pyu · 10 months

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truth or drink! (blind date edition): huening kai

the final part of the truth or drink series! thank you for all the love received on this <3 i'm planning on doing another youtube series eventually, so stay tuned!

other parts: beomgyu & taehyun "my ex + my boyfriend edition" yeonjun "couples edition" soobin "engaged edition"

slightly nsfw! (minors dni.)

welcome to truth or drink—blind date edition! strangers will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.

*BLINDFOLDED*

YOU: “um, hi, hello—”

HK: “hi. oh wait, that’s not your hand—”

you search for kai’s hand in the darkness before you finally feel his fingers, giggling as he gently shakes your hand.

YOU: “i’m y/n.”

HK: “nice to meet you, y/n. i’m kai.”

how long have you guys been single?

YOU: “about a year.”

HK: “i’ve been single for 3 years.”

is there a reason you’re single right now?

HK: “i’m a pretty shy person, so i never really go on dates.”

YOU: “i go on too many dates. i guess i just know what i want and don’t really like to waste my time.”

you guys ready to take the blindfold off?

YOU: “on the count of three.”

HK: “okay, one… two… two and a quarter… two and a half…”

YOU: “two and six eighths…”

HK: “two and fourteen sixteenths…”

YOU: “oh my god, i’m nervous.”

HK: “me too.”

YOU: “okay—three!”

you both take your blindfolds off and your jaw immediately drops while kai’s eyes widen.

YOU: “you guys didn’t tell me i’d be doing this with prince charming.”

kai nervously giggles.

HK: “you’re very, very cute. fuck, i wasn’t expecting this.”

YOU: “did you think i was going to be ugly?”

kai flusters, waving his hands in denial.

HK: “no, no! i-i just… woah.”

it’s your turn to giggle now.

YOU: “i’m just messing with you. i’m flattered.”

you guys wanna take a shot for the nerves?

YOU: “yes, please.”

HK: “cheers.”

YOU: “do you want to go first?”

HK: “sure.”

HUENINGKAI: what is your type? am i your type?

YOU: “honestly, i don’t think i have a type? and you’re insanely attractive, so yes.”

HK: “you’re definitely my type.”

YOU: “and what would that be?”

HK: “i like how confident you are. also the fact that you’re probably the prettiest person in this room right now.”

YOU: “i think we can just end the video here, guys. he’s perfect.”

YOU: what sounds do you make when you’re having sex? can you make them right now?

kai slides his shot glass towards you to fill up—you laugh as you unscrew the bottle, pouring it for him.

YOU: “i guess i’ll just have to find out for myself.”

HK: “guess so.”

HUENINGKAI: where is the craziest place you’ve hooked up with someone?

YOU: “i gave head in an elevator twice.”

HK: “twice?”

YOU: “it’s a long story.”

YOU: how many sexual partners have you had?

HK: “three…?”

YOU: “oh my god, why did you guys pair him with me—this feels like corruption.”

HK: “you’ve never been with anybody?”

YOU: “no, i’m corrupting you, sweetie.”

HK: “o–oh. okay. yeah, no, that’s fine. yeah. cool. okay. can i take a shot?”

HUENINGKAI: how would you rate your oral sex skills out of 10?

YOU: “10 out of 10, next question.”

YOU: i dare you to kiss me on the lips, or take a shot.

HK: “i’ll kiss you.”

YOU: “good, cause i was about to hide the whiskey so you have no choice.”

HK: “who’d pass up a chance like this?”

you giggle as you stand from your seat, leaning across the table to cup kai’s cheek. his face is flushed a light pink, his eyes wide and sparkling as he stares up at you. you give him a small smile before pressing your lips to his soft, plush ones—it doesn’t last longer than a few seconds, but you’re still rendered breathless. kai’s eyes stay glued onto your figure as you sit back down, your hands automatically reaching for the bottle.

HK: “was it bad?”

YOU: “the opposite, actually. i need to be drunk so i have an excuse as to why i’m going to kiss you again after this.”

HUENINGKAI: what is your average relationship length?

YOU: “on average… like 7 or 8 months? i’ve had a lot of situationships, but also a few serious relationships.”

HK: “that’s not too bad.”

YOU: “and you?”

HK: “i’d say a year and a half.”

YOU: what’s the worst thing you did in your last relationship?

HK: “this one’s embarrassing, oh god. i think i’m gonna drink.”

YOU: “red flag, red flag!”

HK: “no, no, it’s nothing like that! well. it’s kind of like that.”

YOU: “what did you do?”

HK: “i… uh, i ghosted them.”

YOU: “oh, how long were you guys together?”

HK: “two years…”

YOU: “and you ghosted them???”

HK: “they were going to break up with me anyways, so i wanted to get them first. it was stupid.”

YOU: “honestly, you’re just like me. i can’t even blame you.”

HK: “let’s cheers to that.”

HUENINGKAI: what’s your biggest red flag?

YOU: “i’m scared of commitment.”

HK: “i was expecting something way worse.”

YOU: "like what? criminal activity?"

HK: "hey, you never know!"

YOU: “and what’s yours?”

HK: “hm, i don’t know… i have an extensive plushie collection?”

YOU: “wait, that’s actually cute!”

HK: “i have to make sure they face the wall when i have sex though.”

YOU: “that’s not a red flag. that’s basic human decency.”

HK: “thank you! finally someone understands.”

YOU: what do you do for a living?

HK: "i coach a youth soccer team."

YOU: "that's so cool! i'm a part-time student with a paid internship at a tech company."

HK: "brains are sexy."

YOU: "soccer is sexy too."

HK: "are we about to kiss right now?"

YOU: "let's save that for when the cameras are off."

HUENINGKAI: when was the last time you cried, and why?

YOU: “there was this really cute kitten that i wanted to adopt, but i live on my college campus, so i can’t have pets. i cried for a good 3 hours.”

HK: “i have a cat! maybe you can come over and meet her sometime.”

YOU: “yes. let’s go. right now.”

YOU: would you like to go out on another date with me? if yes, when and where? if no, why not?

HK: “i’d love to go on another date with you. whenever and wherever you’d like.”

YOU: “i’d love that too. and it’s not just because i want to meet your cat.”

HK: “...”

YOU: “okay, it’s partially because i want to meet your cat. but! you’re also really cute and sweet. i really want to get to know you better.”

HK: “i feel the same way. and i’d also like that second kiss.”

you turn to the camera, overdramatically waving goodbye.

YOU: “well, we have a date to get to! thank you for having us!”

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 11 months

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#368

“Where are you off to?... The mall? Well, your friends will need to wait. We have something to talk about.

“I have looked after your step-dad, my brother, for his entire life, and I have gotten to know your ma just these past few years. I trust Doyle with my life. So when he and your ma ask a favor to have you live with me while they work out their problems, I can’t say no. I told them that I don’t expect any problems from you. And they assured me that you are a good boy and that you would follow my rules. Well, after a long twelve-hour day at the job site, I want to relax with a Scotch Whisky and a nice Macanudo cigar. Well, imagine my surprise that the bottle of Johnnie Walker, that I opened earlier this week, is well over half gone. I know how much I drink; that bottle would last me a month and a half at least. Care to explain?...

“Well Vinny, don’t ever insult my intelligence again. That is a battle you will never win. You drank my Scotch. Now you have to deal with the consequences.

“C’mere!... I said ‘Come here!’ Lay your sorry ass across my lap; you’re getting a good old fashioned ass whooping.

“…I don’t give a shit that you turned 18 only a few months ago. You ain’t too old to be put in your place…. Don’t you dare head to the door….

“…I told you not to underestimate me. Hold still. I was a state champion wrestler in High School. I was also a cop before my heart problems. I know how to take down a bitch like you. Quit squirming. Let’s get these sweatpants off you…. Going commando, hunh?

“…What? Don’t have something stupid to say? It’s time for you to pay for your fuck up. This is a nice ass. So smooth and pale pink. Too bad I have to welt it up.

“That’s one. One of twenty… on each cheek. Two… Three… Now this cheek. Fuck yeah. My hand is going to be sore for a while, but I don’t care. Six. Seven. You are starting to go red here. Boy you got a hot ass! Ha! Literally it’s very warm.

“Your crack needs some color…. What the fuck? You are wet in your crack. It doesn't stink. Fuck! This is lube! What the fuck?...

“Ha! You were going commando to the mall in sweatpants and your ass is lubed up? No, you have something lined up to get fucked. Ha! Ha!

“And I bet… Don’t try to fight me on this, you have enough lube here for me to easily glide in my finger… like this. Oooh, there’s your prostate.... I can tell you are cleaned out.

“So, let’s start this conversation over. Stand up…. I thought that’s what I felt. Your pecker is hard from you being spanked. Ha! I love it. Look I am totally fine with you being a sperm burper. Fuck, get laid whenever you want. So want to tell me where you were really going?

“Have a hook up? That’s nice. Is it from one of those apps?... Let me see his profile…. Give me your phone…. Which app was it?... Let me see. This him?... So you like 43-year-olds? That’s cool. I’m a little bit older than that.

“Oh, your chat with him is interesting. Very interesting…. So you like sucking on ‘Daddy’s toes?’ This is fucking great…. Quit protesting. I do love it… all of it. I love that you are rock hard.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. I am rock hard too. Yeah, I’ve played with boys before.

“Here let me take it out for you. Boy you got me leaking. Grab a hold of it. It’s a sizeable piece hunh?... I see you licking your lips.

“Shut up…. One moment…. There! I just sent him a message saying that you are going to be twenty to thirty minutes late because your uncle needs some help unloading some things.

“On the bed…. I don’t give a shit. You got me hard; you are going to take care of it. I want that red ass of yours. Atta boy.

“Spread your legs as far as you can. Just lay there. I prefer when my holes don’t move around. And if you can, don’t moan. Just be the hole you are destined to be.

“Fuck! It is like silk in here. I am going to enjoy using this hole daily…. I said don’t say anything. You live in my house with a hole I can fuck, you better believe I’m going to beat and breed this hole. You got that? Beat and breed. Beat and breed. I hope your mouth is as good as this pussy hole of yours. If not, I’ll train ya right.

“Oh man, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna flood your guts. Here it cums. Here it fucking cums. Get ready boy. Uhhh! Fuuuuuck! Hell yeah! Fuck! Goddamn! Fuck!

“Goddamn! I love your ass. Clamp down as I pull out. Fuck yeah. I can tell this isn’t your first fuck…. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your ma or my brother. They don’t need to know.

“Get up. Clean me off…. What? Look at my cock. It needs to be cleaned up. Get your mouth on my dick now. Don’t question me on this…. Atta boy. You are going to learn that living here requires you to follow my rules. Rule one, you are getting beat then seeded when I want. Rule two, you clean me up after yourself. My cock rules this house and those in it.

“Ok. Get dressed. No, you cannot use the bathroom. You are going to your hook up with a messed up ass, loaded up good. If he should ask, tell him your uncle unloaded a week’s worth of baby batter in your pussy.

“Now go. I want to hear details when you get back. Oh and Vinny, in the future, if you want some Scotch, just ask. Considering I’m going to beat your ass one way or the other, you kinda earned it. Now go.

“And take care of my babies.”

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aiizenn · 11 months

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busy. kento nanami.

ₓ˚. ୭ cw: fem!reader, jealous!nanami (rough and slightly mean) ,slight degradation, alcohol, praise, fingering (f! receiving) masturbation, no actual sex but still juicy

in my nanami era! it was about time i wrote for him.

summer was here.

as you walked out to the backyard, the warmth of sun rays touched your skin. the laughter from a certain pink haired and white haired bothering the ever so black haired dull boy. the twins, a very cheerful nobara and miwa in the pool talking about the latest fashion trends. the quiet yet annoyed toge laying on the ledge lounger listening to the other seconds years rants. the polite utahime keeping her cool from listening to mei's money rambles. and to the corner of the pool is found the luscious blonde man, drinking beer.

besides the warmth, he was the reason behind putting the mini summer floral dress on. secretly wishing he would throw you into a room and shove his cock inside your dripping pussy.

the white-haired man ran towards you, taking the beverages from your hand—helping you out. he flashes you a flirty smile along with a wink, in return you chuckle; placing your hand on his shoulder. your small interaction is not missed by the blonde man, gripping the beer bottle just a little tighter than before, making his knuckles turn white.

a gentle breeze rushes past you, causing the hem of your dress to lift. the incident doesn't go unnoticed, nanami’s eyes were on you the whole time, making his jaw clench.

the pink-haired boy gets up and opens the chair for you, such a gentleman. “you look beautiful.” he says, giving you a sunshine smile. followed by another compliment, this time it’s from the blue-eyed man. “right? i picked that dress for her” you shake your head at his blatant lie and thank the boy for his sweet compliment. then gojo’s hand lands on your lower back, playing with the fabric of your dress. “when will the food be ready?” asked the dull boy. “it should be out soon” answers geto. “which reminds me, i need the seasoning.” he says as he places the tonsils down. “i’ll get it” standing before he moves any further.

once in the kitchen, you look around for the seasoning. found neither in the drawers nor the counter, so you look in the pantry. bingo! you’re about to head out, until a strong grip wraps around your forearm, shoving you into the storage room.

the dim lighting from the window hits you, and you are met with brown eyes, those eyes that you are all too familiar with. but this time, for the first time, you couldn't read them…anger? frustration? his breath was heavy and his slick hair was now disheveled. he was caging you in between his arms, against the wall.

“nanami, what’s wrong?” coming out as a whisper. he tilts his head to the side and scoffs. “what's wrong? well, let’s see sweetheart. you’re being all giddy with satoru, playing along with his teasing and flirting—touching him. letting him do the same to you, his touch lingering on you longer than it should. you're walking around with a big smile, laughing with no care. while wearing this skimpy dress, advertising to everyone that you want to be fucked like a little slut.” he breathes in. “so sweetheart, why don't you tell me what's wrong?” he finishes.

it was probably not the right moment to think about it, but you were liking this side of him. he was always so neat and well put together, always had composure. but the person in front of you looked like he was breaking with every second that passed. so you decide to play a little. “what do you mean? i’m just being nice to ‘toru, he’s my friend after all.” you say with a tiny smug. “ toru? you have a nickname for him now?” he said baffled.

his hand moving to your waist, sliding down to the small ruffles of your dress. his fingertips touching your thigh, that touch alone sending vibrations to your core, a sensation that satoru’s touch could never do. his thick fingers dance as they reach your already drenched folds. “does ‘toru know how wet you get? does he know how to touch you? or how you don’t wear any panties?” making small circles on your clit. the small contact making you jolt, placing your hands on his shoulders.

fuckk.

the roughness of his digits added friction to his vulgar movements. you felt the build up in your lower stomach, closing your eyes in bliss. “does toru know what you look like when you're about to cum? does he know the way your toes curl, and hole clenches when you’re at your climax? or where your sweet spot is? hmm?” the pace of his fingers make you mewl. the feeling causing you to look up; nanami's lips landing on your neck, leaving ghost kisses. “you're going to keep me busy, butterfly.” his hoarse voice echoing in the small room. he halts his movements, and takes you in.

you looked unworldly, your lust hazed eyes and heavy breath made him feel something inside. all he did was touch you and it had you all flustered and pent up. “you're going to cum, but not on my fingers” that’s when his beer bottle comes into view. as you look at him and back to the bottle in his hand, your cunt tingled. . .knowing exactly what he was asking of you.

“you're going to make yourself cum on this. on your own.” the seriousness in his tone making you squeeze your thighs together. “go on, butterfly. let me see what you can do. you’re a big girl, yeah?” you take the bottle from his veiny hand—the seasoning long gone—lifting your dress as the cold air from the a.c hits your pussy.

aagh.

you see the blonde man making his way towards the back wall—wanting to get a good view of you. your hand shakes due to his intense gaze. his intense gaze that makes you melt. your knees come in contact with the cold tile floor, placing the bottle under you. lowering yourself down, you feel the cold glass in your wet walls.

tch “look at that. it went right in, such a filthy whore.” his harsh words stripping you naked. the wetness of your insides made more than just the tip slide into your cunt. the unfamiliar feeling was enticing, the shaft of the bottle was so deep in you, you could practically taste the beer. it takes you a minute to adjust to the weird yet enthralling sensation.

“move. now.” the sternness of his voice only making it harder to get anything done. not wanting to upset him you move up, while holding the bottle down. the feeling of the bottle was pleasant, but you wanted him. you wished that it was his cock going in you, not his bottle. your small whimpers filled the space between both you, the chatter from outside overlapping your whimpers. that’s when it hits you, your friends are outside, one wrong move and you could give yourself away. the idea of being caught made the situation more exciting, yet you covered your mouth causing muffled noises to come out.

the squelching noises below you were so lewd, you were riding a bottle in front of the man that’s made you cum countless of times. it all felt unreal. “just like that, butterfly. ride that bottle. cream all over, leave your filthy juices in it. so when i drink from it, your little toru looks and doesn’t have the slightest idea it’s his little friend’s cum.” the dirty praises add more pleasure to the pressure on your stomach. your movements are now faster, your breasts bouncing with every breath and thrust.

nanami's lust-blown eyes were fixated on your pussy; your pathetic moves made him want to tease you. he noticed how you were growing steadily lost into your rhythm, your thighs moving farther apart, placing more of the bottle in you. your drooling cunt visible to him, taking in the item so well. “touch yourself” he demanded. the hand that was once covering your glossy lips, was now on your glossy clit. you start with small circles, trying to mimic his movements from earlier. the size of your fingers not making up for his thick ones. the pace of your swirls rise, the tingles clearly present, soft curses falling from your plumpy lips.

“good girl”

those two words alone were enough to make you moan, though combined with cold glass—who’s nanami's lips were once on—and the motion of your fingers on your aching clit, your whole body shook. it was clear that you were close, that much was obvious. your movements were feeble as the bumps of the shaft touched your walls.

the knot in your stomach was getting too intense; you wanted to cum, but you so desperately needed his permission. subconsciously you knew that you needed his authorization, and nanami knew that you were aware of it; making the bulge in his shorts grow. with every second that passed your breath hitched. swollen lips, decorated by your saliva, giving them a glossy look. . .to nanami you looked heavenly.

“cum for me, butterfly.”

your dignity was long forgotten, your mouth opened, while your eyes turned practically white. the knot that was presented was now gone, your bouncing was sloppy, as your knees trembled, almost giving out. your orgasm was like no other, this certain climax was different. gushing out, convinced this was the hardest you’ve cummed before.

“good. . . good fucking girl” you hear his voice and footsteps getting closer. he kneels down and meets you eye to eye, his eyes still dark, as if painted black. “you’re dripping everywhere, butterfly. i can’t wait to taste those sweet juices of yours.” your inner thighs were covered with your cream, the sight itself was erotic. nanami's large hand lands on your face, and you nuzzle into it, feeling his warmth. his thumb strokes your cheek, then on your swollen lips. what he does next is unexpected. he kisses you. it was rough yet sloppy, dominance clearly shown. his lips were soft unlike his fingers, the feeling adding undeniable pleasure. and you let out more of your juices you didn't know you had.

“guess you weren't done, little one. now be a good slut and clean up after yourself.” smiling against your lips. nanami gives you no mercy as he tortures you by retrieving the bottle, leaving you hot and bothered. the only thing you hear is the a.c running, and your loud heart beat. . . it takes you awhile to pull yourself together. a few minutes pass before you make your way back. as you exit the door to the backyard you are met with multiple pairs of eyes. “are you okay? what took you so long?” asks satoru. you’re attention is caught by the blonde man, who is sitting down in his usual spot. you answer gojo while keeping eye contact with nanami.

“i was. . . busy.” you answer. the edge of nanami's lips rise as he places the bottle in his mouth, the bottle that contains not only the beer but your juices. drinking it infront of everyone. the seasoning definitely forgotten.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #nanami smut #nanami x you #nanami x reader #kento nanami #jjk oneshot #jjk fanfic #jujutsu nanami #໒꒰ྀི 🍥 ۫ ּ ᭡#୭̥ ⋆ ˖ nanami ꒱

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nomazee · 8 days

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hello, could I request a model! Dan Heng x fashion designer! Reader? Here’s some keywords if they might help, tiredness, praise, warmth, try-on. The timestamp is 17:57, thank you so much!

as always i had too much fun with this... i love the idea of model dan heng but i still made him an awkward wet rag in this one (because i love him) THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!!

my 1k event!

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You greet Dan Heng with your usual warm smile and a “hey, love” that never fails to fluster him. He’s heard it from you a handful of times now, visiting your studio a few times a week at your request for fittings and some brainstorming sessions. He thinks that the frequency and timing of his visits is definitely unnecessary from a professional standpoint, but he’s not planning on bringing that up any time soon. Not when your hands are so kind, light on his shoulders as you guide him through your studio.

“I started on the pieces that I showed you the sketches for, um, last week, was it? I’m kind of losing track of time.” Dan Heng wouldn’t tell you out loud, but he can tell. There’s a huge table in the center of the room, and he can barely see its surface beneath all the cut fabric and tracing paper and tangled thread from your serger. For someone working under deadline after deadline, you’re handling yourself better than he would, but he still can’t help the heat of concern flickering in the crease of his brow.

This is your debut show, he knows as much. So he won’t meddle with your workflow. Only hope that you can somehow pick up the signals that he’s sending you to please sit down and maybe drink water?

“I need you to try them on,” you tell him, a gentle command as you hand him a hanger draped in silky fabrics and delicate laces. “There’s pants and a lace shirt. I’ll turn around while you change, but you need to be wearing pretty much nothing underneath these, if that’s okay. And then I’ll hem your pants—let me get you some shoes…” you’re trailing off, passing the clothes to him before turning around in a rush to find him a pair of heeled boots.

The fabric is— it’s nice. The pants are some kind of silky, lustrous material, dark blue and cool on his skin, and the shirt is embarrassingly sheer but you’ve seen him in and out of clothes in the last month often enough that he can’t really be too sheepish about it now. What does make him flush, however, is the look on your face as you turn around to stare at him, black heeled shoes forgotten in your hands as your eyes flit across Dan Heng’s form.

He can hear the soft breaths that you take, no more labored than usual, but it feels so intimate and so quiet that his palms grow damp. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he waits for you to— say something, anything, tell him to take it off and go home or maybe stay, instead. The back of his neck feels itchy and he’s pretty sure you haven’t blinked yet.

“The, um. It looks…” you’re trailing off, again, but you’re also walking towards him until you’re so close he can hear your breathing even more distinctly than before, along with the rustling of your own clothes as you lift up a hand to play with the ornamented collar of his shirt. “The color is nice on you. It’s different from the other pieces I’ve made you try, right?”

Dan Heng only has enough strength to nod in response, the rest of his energy taken away by the feeling of your finger tips on the soft, pliant skin beneath his jaw. He’s sweating— so much, it must be gross, but he can see you chewing the inside of your cheek as you drag your fingers to the seam on the shoulder.

“I was thinking a sash around the waist, but I don’t think it suits this outfit. Maybe I can add something like that to the pieces from last week, though.” And you’re back to your usual self, much to his dismay. Your rambling is endearing and tender, but your previously weighted gaze has now lightened, focused on the waist of his pants and the hand-sewn hook-and-bar closure, and Dan Heng misses having it trained on him. You’ve never been this close, this warm, this focused on him in particular, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to fight the urge to take your hands between his own.

“Dan Heng,” you say his name, breaking him out of his anxious reverie with a quiet call. “You have a lot on your plate for this show. You have three outfit changes, which can be a lot, but I know you’re capable. Do you know you’re capable?”

He wants to say this is silly, that you’re the last person who should be telling anybody else that they have a lot on their plate, considering that you’re sewing more than a dozen garments all on your own, with no assistants besides your in-and-out mentors who rarely find time to help. He says none of that, though, because your gaze is trained on his again and he’s busy hoping you don’t notice all the little involuntary twitches in his face.

“Yeah, I’m— I know.”

You smile, again, something saccharine and addictive and he wants to chase it, over and over and over. “Good. You’re my favorite model, you know. It’s important that you’re ready.”

Dan Heng could say a million things. He could say this is unprofessional, or joke and say that he’s currently one of your only models, or tell you that he’s always ready as long as he’s wearing something put together by you and your hands alone. Instead, he nods like a fool, stumbling over a weak “okay” and trying to ignore the way his stomach twists when you laugh a little.

“I’ll be doing your makeup for the show, too. I hope you don’t mind that. I just wanted to do something specific for you,” and it’s hit after hit with you, and his throat squeezes again because you’re still smiling and talking all about him like he’s your prized gift, and he really really doesn’t hate it. “You trust me with an eyeliner pen, right?”

His mouth is dry, but he forces himself to joke back before you kick him out for being so awkward. “I trust you with a needle more than I trust you with a makeup brush.” And you laugh, and his stomach still hurts but the tightness of his mouth loosens up into a diffident smile. It’s just a joke, really, because he wouldn’t mind you handling a brush against his face, or the gentle press of your fingers on his cheeks and on top of his eyelids, or the awestruck look you give him every time he tries something on, or the weight of your hands on his shoulders when you drag him around your studio.

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bluewasthecolor · 9 months

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How You Get the Girl

Word Count: 3117

Warnings: None

A/N: Getting back into my writing era, I guess. This is for @lana-del-reys-gf because apparently this is something she wanted me to write and I (being the unbelievably kind and generous human that I am) happily obliged. Obviously, it's also for anyone else who wants to read it. As always, let me know if you like it and what other requests you have!

“G, wait.” You grab your best friend’s hand, stopping her before she can drag you into the bar. Georgia looks back at you with knit eyebrows. “I’m not sure about this. I don’t want them to think I’m trying to ruin your team bonding time.”

“Oh my god, Y/N.” She groans, tugging on your hand. You refuse to budge. “I already cleared it with the girls, they’re happy to have you. Who wouldn’t be excited to spend an evening with the Y/N Y/L/N, after all? Come on, idiot.”

With that, you allow her to lead you inside and to a booth filled with her Bayern teammates. They greet you, introducing themselves one by one (although you already know all of their names from playing against them at both the club and international levels for so long), and then settle into easy conversation. You observe, still not wanting to intrude on their time together despite Georgia’s insistence that you wouldn’t be. It’s nice to be on the outside for once, actually. You’ve been with Barcelona for so long that it’s impossible for you to feel like a stranger with those girls and while that’s usually a nice feeling it can get a bit overwhelming. They all know you so well that it’s impossible for you to be on the outside. Seeing a different team dynamic than the one you’re used to is unfamiliar but refreshing.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna help me grab another round of drinks?” Sydney interrupts your train of thought, extending her hand to you. You allow yourself to be pulled to your feet and accompany her to the bar.

“I noticed you getting a little quiet there and wanted a chance to get to know you on my own.” She explains as you walk side by side. You’re not complaining–Sydney’s gorgeous and you’ve been sneaking glances at her all night.

“Ask me anything, I’m an open book.” You smile at your feet, appreciating the German’s genuine tone.

“How did you and Georgia meet, exactly? You’re American and play for Barcelona, so I’m not exactly seeing the connection there.” She asks after you place your orders.

“I actually played for City a ways back. We met there and something just clicked–she’s been my best friend ever since. I wanted her to come to Barca with Lucy and Keira last year but that clearly didn’t work out.”

“I mean, it worked out for us.” Sydney jokes, nudging you. “G’s been a beast here. You should think about making a move - Munich’s a pretty cool city. Would you ever consider that? Leaving Barcelona, I mean?”

“Maybe someday, but not now. The team chemistry is unbelievable, you know? It feels like home and that’s a hard thing to find.” You surprise yourself with your honesty. Something about Sydney just makes you feel instantly at ease. “But tell me something about you. I feel like I’m doing all the talking here.”

“What do you wanna know? I’ll give you three questions.”

“What’s your favorite place in the world?”

“That’s too easy, even you should know that and we just met tonight. Munich. It’s my home.”

“Fair, fair.” You nod to yourself. “A harder question this time, then. What would be your perfect date?”

“I’m easy to please, honestly. Dinner, a walk, something with time for plenty of conversation. Last question.”

“Can I have your number?” The German woman is clearly surprised by this, but she smiles and gestures to your phone. You hand it to her and she puts her number in.

“I’ll be expecting a text.” She winks at you and turns to head back to the booth, drinks in hand. You trail behind her, unsure of how a night out with Georgia and her teammates led to you getting Sydney Lohmann’s number. This was not at all how you’d expected the evening to go, but you weren’t exactly complaining.

One Week Later

“Y/N! Get off your phone and join the fun!” Mapi teases from her spot on the couch, lunging to grab your phone from your hand. You dodge her, but in the process find yourself rolling onto the floor.

“You have been on that phone a lot lately, Y/N.” Keira chimes in. “Who are you talking to on that thing?”

“Sydney.”

“Sydney?”

“Lohmann.”

“As in the one that plays for Bayern?” This is Mapi again, her voice incredulous. You nod, blushing. “Y/N, I can’t believe you! I thought you were just visiting Georgia when you went to Munich but you were getting yourself a girl. And here I thought I was the slut of Barca.”

Mapi’s final comment earns her a shove, but in reality, her comments don’t bother you all that much. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but you’ve found yourself falling for Sydney quicker than you thought possible. She’s witty and kind and if you could talk to her 24 hours a day you would. Just as you’re thinking this, your phone buzzes.

Syd: Y/N? Still there?

Syd: You’ve gone dark on me

Y/N: Sorry, got pulled away there.

Syd: All good. I had an idea while you were gone, though.

Y/N: Care to share?

Syd: Well, I’ve got some time off coming up…

Y/N: …?

Syd: And I was thinking that maybe I could come visit you

Syd: Only if you’re up for it, of course

Y/N: Are you serious?

Y/N: I would love that.

You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face as you continue to text Sydney about her upcoming visit. The noise of your teammates fades into the background and she is all you can focus on. The fact that she’s so willing to come see you after only one in-person conversation adds a level of attractiveness to her persona that is new to you. You’re not used to women being so invested in spending time with you but it’s a welcome unfamiliarity.

“Y/N, we’re going to get gelato, let’s go!” Ingrid’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up to see your friends gathered at the door, looking at you expectantly. You scramble to join them, pulling your shoes and jacket on haphazardly. You slip your phone into your pocket, wanting to focus wholly on your team for the remainder of the night, but Sydney doesn’t leave your mind once.

Three Weeks Later

You shift nervously at the kitchen counter, trying not to let your anxiety get the best of you. Your eyes are locked on the door and you can’t seem to do anything other than wait. She’ll be here any minute and all of your attempts at distraction have failed. You’re not even sure why you’re so nervous–it’s not like this is your first time meeting and the two of you text practically nonstop. Still, though, this will be your first date (and, in true sapphic fashion, it will extend through the weekend as you insisted she stay with you instead of at a hotel). At this point, Sydney knows you better than most but you can’t shake your worries that when she arrives she’ll regret everything.

All of this goes out the window when the door to your flat opens, however. You’ve intentionally left it unlocked and instructed her to let herself in, wanting to avoid the awkwardness of having to greet her at the door. Sydney walks in looking as though she’s just come from a spa rather than the airport, skin glowing and not a hair out of place. She stops in front of you and you have to remind yourself how to speak.

“You’re here.” Is all you can manage to say, a smile spreading across your face. She smiles back at you and nods, stepping closer to you.

“I’m here.” She murmurs, grabbing your hands and pressing her forehead to yours. The sudden contact makes you inconceivably nervous, causing you to squirm out of her grasp.

“So!” Your voice is overly loud, compensating for the nerves you’re feeling. “I guess I should give you a tour of the place. This is the kitchen, obviously, and that’s the living room,” You make an awkward sweeping gesture in that direction. “I set up the sofa bed for you–it’s actually pretty comfortable. The bathroom’s over there and if you need anything else just let me know.” You begin to back slowly towards your room. “I’m gonna, um, go get ready now. Bye”

“Y/N?” Sydney stops you before you can shut your door. You look at her slowly, praying you haven’t somehow already messed this up, but a smirk is playing at her lips. “Pick you up at 6.”

Six o’clock comes much quicker than you anticipated and, before you know it, Sydney is knocking on your bedroom door. You swing it open to find her looking even more radiant than earlier in the day if that’s possible. Her brown hair is loose around her shoulders and she’s dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. The simplicity suits her and will be perfect for your evening plans.

“I wasn’t sure what to wear since you refused to tell me where we’re going, so I had to guess.” She grumbles as you drag her out the door, grabbing the bag you had packed earlier.

“You look perfect.” You reassure her, still not giving up any details about the date you have planned. Since the city is yours, it only seemed natural that you take the reins on planning your date, although Sydney had attempted to make an argument that she could show you parts of the city you’d never seen before (you were doubtful). The result of your careful planning means that much of your anxiety has dissipated. For the most part, you know what to expect for the rest of the evening and that fact alone brings you relief.

After walking a ways, you arrive at a small park with a view overlooking the city. You lead Sydney to an empty spot in the grass and spread out the picnic blanket you’d stashed in the bag. She sits, pulling you down along with her. You immediately busy yourself with unpacking the meal you’d brought, not wanting to ruin the moment, but as it turns out you don’t have to worry. The silence is broken by Sydney’s laugh. You look at her, confused.

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you.” She explains. “You just—you brought all my favorite snacks. I wasn’t sure what to say.”

“You sound surprised.” You say, raising your eyebrows. “You don’t think I pay attention to what you tell me?”

“No, it’s not that! I’ve just never had anyone plan such a specific date for me and I was…nervous I think? Not because of you! I mean, yes because of you, but, like, in a good way.” Sydney’s rambling proves to you that her nerves are just as high as yours and this makes you feel infinitely better–and instills you with a new sense of confidence.

You lean forward, pulling the German in for a kiss and effectively shutting her up. It’s the first hat you share and it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. The second that your lips meet you know that it will be the first of many, not only tonight but for many months–years, even–going forward.

Later, when you return to your apartment, you linger in the doorway to your bedroom watching Sydney bustle about. She’s unpacking and getting water and somehow it’s all just so perfect. You’d set up the sofa bed for her, not wanting to be presumptuous, but all of your worries have gone out the window. Now all you want is for her to be the one sleeping next to you.

“Syd.” Your voice startles her and she looks up at you. “Do you wanna–you don’t have to–but would you want to sleep in my room, um, with me?”

“In your room.” A smirk is slowly spreading across Sydney’s face as she walks towards you. “With you. In your bed? I thought you’d never ask. I thought I was going to be banished to the sofa forever.”

“Shut up,” You can’t help the smile that creeps into your voice as you take her hand and lead her into your room. This is certainly going to be a very good night.

Three Months Later

“I can’t just up and leave, Sydney! I have people here–a home here. I would never ask you to leave Munich for me.” You resist the urge to throw yourself face down onto the sofa as you pace, in the midst of a heated argument with your girlfriend.

“I don’t understand though, it’s not like I’m asking you to give everything up. Bayern made an offer, I’m just saying it would make a lot of sense. G is here and your family is back in the States anyways, so it’s not like you’d be losing much by moving.” You can hear Sydney sigh through the phone. “I want to be with you but this whole long-distance thing is hard, Y/N.”

This argument has been going on for the past week, ever since you were approached about a possible transfer to Bayern. You didn’t really even consider the offer but when you told Sydney she seemed to think that you should accept it. You can’t see yourself leaving Barcelona anytime in the near future, long-distance or not.

“I know it’s hard, Syd. I know that. I miss you like crazy but I can’t leave my home.”

“So what do you suggest? We just keep doing long distance forever?” The bite in Sydney’s voice is unmissable and you wince slightly.

“I don’t know–I mean, no. Not forever. We’ll figure something out but I can’t leave right now. I’m not sure how else to explain it to you.”

“Let me know when you have a plan.”

It’s clear that the German woman has become checked out of your relationship all in a matter of seconds and you know it will be easier for both of you if you don’t prolong the inevitable any further.

“I think…” You pause, willing yourself to think of another solution. “I think we both need some space. Maybe this is it for us.”

“Yeah. Maybe it is.” Sydney’s voice has turned cold and there’s a distinct lack of emotions behind her words. “I guess this is goodbye.”

And with that, after the three blissful months you’d spent together, Sydney hangs up the phone, taking your heart along with her. In a rush of emotion, the tears you’d been holding in since your argument started begin to flow. You weren’t together for all that long, but even in the short months of your relationship, it became glaringly obvious that Sydney knows you better than anyone else–better, even, than Georgia. She listened and asked questions and was so unbelievably genuine that you often found yourself in disbelief that someone this perfect wanted you. You had just lost all of that. Everything you’d built, everything you had yet to build, was crumbling around you in a matter of moments.

One Week Later

A sudden knock on your door wakes you from your nap and you roll over to look at the clock, confused about who could be trying to visit you right now. It’s your one day off and you’re fairly certain that you’ve made it clear to Mapi that if she even thinks about dragging you to some coffee shop you’ll kill her. It’s been a week since the breakup but your schedule has been so busy that you really haven’t had time to wallow–today is the day you’d set aside for that. Somebody, however, seems to have different plans. Groggily you stumble to the front door and open it–the person on your doorstep isn’t Mapi or Keira or any other of your Barcelona teammates, but someone much more shocking.

“Can I come in?” Sydney is soaked from the downpour outside and looks as frazzled as you feel. You stand to the side, letting her walk into your apartment. She sees herself over to the couch and sits down. You opt to stand in the kitchen, wary of why she’s here (both in your apartment and in Barcelona in general).

“What are you doing here, Sydney?” You ask, arms folded against your chest. “You couldn’t have given me a little warning?”

“I’m sorry, I just–I had to see you.” The midfielder’s voice is shaky and as you look at her longer you can see just how red and puffy her eyes are. She’s been crying. “The way things ended between us, I just couldn’t bear it. I don’t want us to be over.”

“Well, me neither, but you made it pretty clear that if I don’t move to Munich we’re doomed.” As you speak, you move to sit next to her on the couch. “Unless that’s changed?”

“I still think living in different countries isn’t ideal–” Sydney starts, and with her words, your hopes deflate.

“So nothing’s changed then.” You cut her off, voice flat.

“You didn’t let me finish. I do think it would be easier if we were in the same place.” She takes your hand as she says this, and you don’t pull away. “But if I have to choose between what’s easy and what I want, I’m choosing what I want every time. Especially if what I want is you.”

“Okay, but Syd, you were right before. This whole long-distance thing is really really hard. There has to be something to make it easier, right?” You look at her almost pleadingly, hoping she’s come up with some sort of solution.

“I mean, I do have an idea.” Your ears perk up at Sydney’s words, “It’s not perfect but it might work. In the off-season, we find a place together–I don’t care where but I think for both of our sakes it might be best if it’s not Munich or Barcelona. Or we both evenly split time between the two cities? Either way, we’re always together. During our seasons we see each other every chance we can. It will still be hard but I think we can do it. What do you think?”

Instead of answering, you pull Sydney into you as a response. As her lips meet yours you are reminded of your first kiss, all those months ago on your first date. This kiss is different–you’re much more familiar with one another now, for one–but you get that same feeling as you did on that night. This kiss is indicative of much more than what is right in front of you. It’s indicative of everything to come.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #sydney lohmann x reader #sydney lohmann #sydney lohmann imagine

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russett-pots · 1 year

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The New Girl

Baek Jiheon

Tags: pussy-eating, deepthroat, creampie

Words: 3.9k+

Sorry for the delay. Worked on this for some time.

You walk down the pathway outside your college building. It hasn’t been long since your arduous class from your advanced math and thermodynamics class. But it’s now your break and you just wanted to go to the vending machine and maybe buy a drink or some ice cream.

Just insert the bill then choose your item then out rolls your ice-cold treat. But then you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Excuse me, sir?” A girl with a brown sweater and crop top approaches you.

You turn around and open your treat. “Yes?”

“Sorry to disturb you but do you know where the science building is?”

“Ah— just take a straight and go right then it should be in front of you.”

“Okay. Thank you.” She bows to you.

You bow to her back then just return to your ice cream. You enjoy it as you go to your class. Your day goes by, going to endless classes. Each lecture is getting more and more boring but you have to endure it.

Now it is already 3 pm. But you still have one more class but it is at 6 pm. So you go to the library to do some studying to burn some time. You head to the building then up the elevators, scan your ID to get in then ride the escalators to the seventh floor.

Over in the corner is your usual spot and there you swoop down and take it before anyone else can take it. There you plop down your bag, bring out your study material and just spend the next two and a half hours combing from your last class and ready yourself for the test next week.

You review all the material you covered in your last class, going through all the formulas and concepts. It’s almost your next class but your phone vibrates.

“Class canceled. See you next week. Enjoy your weekend.”

Ah, well time to go, I guess.

You pack up all your stuff and walk out of the library and to the canteen. Your stomach is growling for some food since lunch. You barely had anything in between. Only a small sandwich. The canteen is across the campus so it’s a long walk. But today is a nice day to go out. Nice cool weather coupled with a clear sky and a slight breeze.

But anyway, dinner is near and you’re starving. Inside there is a long line already but from what you can tell the food is good. The aroma is enticing. The food options are great.

Beef stew? Kimchi Stew?

Then that doesn’t include the side dishes that this particular canteen is known for. Finally, it’s your turn on the line. You pick up the tray and go through the counter and get everything you can. You’re starving and you know it. When you come to the register you pull out your food stubs and it should be enough to pay for your food.

You go to an empty table in the canteen and start diving into your food. Just casually eating your food, observing your surroundings. Then you see her again, the same girl that asked you for directions. She looks like she’s lost but still orders her food.

You look at her. She just goes around and sees the packed canteen then she sees you with your empty table. She’s hesitant for a second but then shyly walks to you.

“Excuse me? Can I sit here?”

You scoot over and leave her a place to sit. “No problem”. Showing a smile

She eats her food quietly, barely making eye contact with you. Even with avoiding seeing you.

You turn to her. “Okay, let me introduce myself to you. Hi! I’m Parkin.” As you extend your hand.

She shakes it while taking a sip of her milk. “My name is Jiheon. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you? Haven’t we met before?”

“Ugh sorry. Oh! You remember?! Sorry, I’m just a freshman.”

“Oh, you’re a freshman?!”

“Argh, quiet down. I don’t like people knowing.”

You chuckle. “It’s fine. Hey, want me to give you a tour? So you won’t get lost again.”

Jiheon checks her watch. “Is it alright with you? I don’t want to disturb you.”

“It’s alright. It’s almost the weekend. Hurry up, finish your food so we can get going.”

Once you are done with your food. You leave the canteen and start the tour, going around the different buildings around the campus. She seems comfortable around you and clings to you as you bring her around.

“Okay let me show you one of my favorite places on the campus.”

“Are you going to show me your favorite sleeping spot?” She playfully asks

“No!...yes….Anyway, here we are.”

You get inside the glass doors.

“Okay let’s take the elevators. Unless you wanna walk seven floors?”

“Okay, I had enough exercise walking around…”

“… and getting lost?”

“Ya!”

“Hey, I’m just kidding.”

The elevator arrives. You and Jiheon enter and the typical people arrive. People pretend to text someone even if there is no signal inside, students with books in their hands ready for the study session they’ll have, and lastly, the one with earphones with too loud music so everyone inside can hear what he is listening to.

The elevator stops on each floor that the others want to get off. Then lastly when it is just you and Jiheon left in the elevator.

It is already on the top floor. You gesture to Jiheon that you have arrived. It is your favorite area to do your business. First, there is the table where you normally do your studying. The studying you just did before going for dinner.

Then Jiheon points out to the couch on the side. “Is this your sleeping area?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” You sigh. “But! The aircon is nice. You have a good place to rest your head and there aren’t a lot of people that pass by. Perfect place.”

Jiheon turns back to the elevator. “Shouldn’t you be studying?”

“Ya! Sometimes I just…”

“Need to rest?” She chuckles. “I’m just kidding.”

You head back down the elevators and exit back to the outdoors. Now you give a tour around the campus about the buildings.

“So, what’s your major?” You ask.

“Child development.”

“Well, there is the education building over there. You might have most of your classes there.”

“Here is my building, engineering. On the first floor, there are these labs with heavy machinery. Over there is the Liberal Arts building. It has a lot of labs for media stuff. I don’t know…”

“Really? Like what do they have?”

“Like tv stations, many computer labs and such. Oh, here is one of the canteens. Most of them are student-owned food stalls.”

“So, what’s that building?”

“That’s the international male dorm building. I stay there.”

“Oh, you’re an international student? You look Korean.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I’m just Chinese. I actually have a scholarship. That’s how I got here. If it weren’t for that maybe I wouldn’t have been here.”

“Well, that’s nice.”

Now finally you reach the sports facilities.

“Now this is the building where you can see the pool, badminton, basketball, and volleyball courts. There is also a table tennis area.”

“Oh really? I used to play before in high school.”

“We can use them as long as no classes are going on.”

Jiheon runs to the windows. “Is that the oval and the football field?”

“Yup! Sometimes we have rallies there. Also, there’s another place.”

You lead her to another part of the school. There is the amphitheater. A large venue with a large area for an audience with a stage as well.

“Here we usually host our festivals. Like the cheer team would do their performances here.”

“Ohhh that’s cool. When’s the festival?”

“Later this term You’ll see.”

You turn to her. It’s already early in the evening. But Jiheon’s eyes are shining. They are glistening like the stars in the night sky. She turns to you. Her eyes now smile as she sees you. Her beauty is ethereal. You never noticed until now to see how pretty she is. At that moment you already fell for her.

You look away coolly. On the top of the amphitheater is a hill overlooking the city.

“Follow me.” You take her with you and bring her to the edge. There you can see the skyline. It is about to turn dark with the sunset in the distance. “I actually never went to Seoul. During the holidays I go to my hometown and the only thing I have been doing is studying, studying, studying. I never really got the chance to go to the city.”

Jiheon gets surprised. “Then let me take you down there. You’ll love it. Tomorrow is the weekend, right? We have plenty of time. This time I’ll tour you around.” She turns to you but instead of a smile and looks at you with determination.

“We can do that tomorrow.” You calm down Jiheon.

“So what do you want to do now?”

“Relax.” You head to the bench and take a seat. “I love the view. Can we just stay here for a while?”

Jiheon sits beside you. “I think the view is beautiful.”

“Like you?” You blurted out randomly.

“What?” Jiheon whispers to you.

“Uhhh….I mean that everyone is beautiful. Like you?”

“Be honest with me.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you like me?”

“Yeah…..”

“Well, I think I like you too…”

“Then if you don’t mind me.” You touch her chin and pull it closer to you for a kiss. A kiss that would start a warm feeling in your heart.

She leans back but still with your hand on her chin. “That feels good.”

“Good? Just good?” You ask.

“Okay, I have to admit. It was amazing.”

“It’s getting late. I think I have to go.”

“Can you drop me off at my apartment?”

“Sure…sure.”

You get off the top of the hill and walk down the stairs of the amphitheater and back down to the main road.

“So, Jiheon?”

“Hmmm.”

“Where did you go to high school?”

“High school? My school is called idol school. It’s an art school.”

“Really?”

“You don’t know? Well, some popular alumni are idols there. Like Lee Saerom and Jang Gyuri. I was even friends with Gyuri. We’re pretty close.”

“Oh, that’s cool. So you’re friends with celebrities?”

“I wouldn’t say, friends. It’s hard being friends with celebrities. But we can manage.”

Soon you leave campus and head to the subway station. Jiheon shows you how to get your transport card. She puts you on the train then it goes off.

“Woah, where I’m from we don’t have something this nice.”

“It’s easy to go around in the city.”

It’s already rush hour and it’s Friday. Good thing that you and Jiheon are able to find a place to sit together. The station goes on and each stop lets people off and brings people in. But you and Jiheon quietly sit down and wait until the end of the line.

As soon as the train stops, Jiheon pulls you with her and rushes through the turnpikes and up to the surface. She walks with you around the streets to her apartment.

“Wow, Jiheon, you live far from school.”

“Far? Well if you live in the dorms. Everywhere is far.”

“Shut up!”

Jiheon chuckles. “Anyway, here I am.”

You look up at the building then your stomach growls.

“You hungry?” Jiheon asks.

“I guess dinner wasn’t enough.”

“Come up. I’ll make you some ramen.”

You follow her up to her apartment. She looks nervous as you walk up the stairs. But she tries to remain calm. Slow and sure that she can get to the door and open it for you.

“Where’s your roommate?” You ask.

“Oh, she won’t be on campus until next week. She’s still on vacation or something.” Jiheon waves off before going to the kitchen to boil the water.

You also go to the kitchen and rest your arms on the countertop. “So, what’s on the menu?”

Jiheon opens the cabinet and pulls out two ramen packs. “Shin or Jin?”

“Shin. Can you handle the spice?”

‘Of course!” Jiheon replies. She returns the Jin ramen and picks out another pack. When the water starts to boil, Jiheon opens the pack and places the noodles, soup base, and vegetable flakes in the pot.

“Just wanna ask” Jiheon turns to you. “You like going to girls’ apartments when they’re alone?”

You get taken back. “Uhhh….not necessarily. I mean you offered ramen and I like ramen.”

“Okay.” Jiheon turns back to the pot. “Wel I haven’t invited boys up in my room before. If you’re wondering.” Her head looks at you and winks at you.

Not long after, the ramen finishes cooking. Jiheon puts the ramen in a big bowl and takes out two pairs of chopsticks and two smaller bowls.

“Come with me. You like views, right?”

You help her with bringing the food. She takes you upstairs to the roof and outside is a view of the city. Maybe as grand as the hill but is still something you adore. Jiheon quickly sets up a table and a couple of chairs.

Both of you eat the ramen as you admire the view.

“Jiheon, let’s speak casually. You can call me Oppa if you want.”

“Really?”

Jiheon smiles then same eyes again. “Oppa, there is something on your face.” She takes out her handkerchief and wipes off the small drip of soup on your face. Your eyes are locked on to hers. Yet she focuses on whipping your face. Her cheeks are so fluffy, and you want to touch them. Her face is so gentle you want to play with them.

Once you are done with your ramen, you stand and walk to the edge. With your hands in your pockets and your focus is on the view. You take a deep breath and admire the view. Jiheon comes over. You clasp your hands together and try to make yourself warm. Even if it is spring the temperature is still low.

Jiheon takes your hand and gives you her hand warmer. But instead, you hold her hand. You look at her. She looks back at you. Your heart is racing like it is running a marathon. You can see she is as nervous as you. You cannot handle it anymore.

“Why bother waiting?” You use your hand to hold her cheek and kiss her on the lips.

She takes in your kiss and leans back to pull you down to a deck chair. There she is making out with you. Her kiss is amazing. Never had you ever experienced something so gentle yet firm. Her lips are soft and plump, something that you can say you enjoy.

“Oppa, I like you but are you going to do it?”

“Well if you want?”

“I want. But not here. It’s too cold.”

You pull her up but continue to kiss her. A back and forth petting of each other from the roof deck, down the stairs, and into Jiheon’s bedroom. You toss her in the bed and smack your lips on your meal.

She smiles back at you while she swiftly takes off her top. You do the same after removing each button from your shirt. Now with yourself topless and showing off your body, you get down and slowly remove Jiheon’s pants. You remove the button and pull it down. Now the only thing left on her is her underwear.

Impatient, Jiheon removes her panties. Now in front of you is a naked Jiheon. You can see her unshaven pussy.

“You don’t shave?”

“What?!” Jiheon gets embarrassed. “Should I be?” Her cheeks become red.

“Well, I’m not. So don’t worry.”

Jiheon leans her head back on the bed and gets relieved.

So now you get back onto your snack. You first lick on the slit. The one that parts flesh. You insert your middle finger first, slowly pushing in and out. Your tongue joins my playing with her clit. This combination becomes more intense and since it becomes more intense. Jiheon starts to moan. Then it becomes louder and louder. A surge of pleasure waves over Jiheon.

She grabs onto your hair as it becomes more intense. You play more and more. Sweat forms on Jiheon’s face. It is hard for her to handle it. More and more unstoppable stimuli push Jiheon to the limit. Now she is shouting, screaming profanities about how good you are.

“Fuck! Oppa! Fuck! You’re so goooood……”

You are silenced but instead of trying to reply you go back down and eat out to your heart’s content.

It becomes so much. It becomes so hard for Jiheon to handle. She has to grab onto your hair and pull it towards her. The pain in your head doesn’t bother you but instead, it is an encouragement for you to do more.

“Oppa! Fuck it is going to….”

Too late. Before Jiheon can say anything. All of her cum spewed all over your face. Each squirt runs to your face. Then it trickles down her legs. It tastes sweet. A sweet taste of victory.

Jiheon looks down at you. Her hair is messed up, all over the place.

“Jiheon-ah. You like it?”

“I fucking love it. Now.” She gets up and switches positions with you after pushing you onto the bed.

“Oppa. Now tell me. Are you going to like this?”

Like what you did. First, she peels off the underwear then she sees your large girthy cock. Something that she would have never thought anyone can be packing. She gets shocked and ducks down. “Jeeez that’s huge.”

You smile in confidence. “Well, what can I say? I can make any girl pleased.”

But Jiheon gets mesmerized. Sure it is big but it is large enough that she becomes curious. She gently strokes it. “I know it can get big but I have never seen it this big.”

You squint your eyes and look down at her. “I’m above average I guess.”

“Above average? You’re huge.” She still transfixes it. “Anyway, let me play with you.”

She goes back to your shaft. Then she strokes it. First, slowly then it becomes faster. Her cold hand is bringing a feeling of pleasure.

Soon after, her tongue joins, First with the tip, one of the most sensitive parts. Then she moves from the base to the top. While this happens her right hand is still stroking your cock. Suddenly you feel this sensation on your balls. It is Jiheon’s left hand playing with it.

The combination of these three actions brings your euphoria. The tongue, each hand is enough for you to start moaning. The pleasure receptors are receiving stimuli that no girl has ever given you.

“Jiheon, you’re so good.” You moan.

She pops her head from your cock. “I seem to know everything about this cock—“

All of a sudden, you push Jiheon down on your cock. It is instinctive. You didn’t know you did it but it just happened. But you didn’t stop. You didn’t let go. But instead, you push her further. The deepthroating feels even better than her blowjob.

Jiheon doesn’t stop. She doesn’t want to let go. She is handling it like she is enjoying it as well. You let go but she is still on your cock. She is still erupting saliva. It gets all over your crotch. What after feels like an eternity, Jiheon let go of herself from you.

“Damn Jiheon, I didn’t know you can handle that.”

“What do you mean? I love this. I never thought I’d love this.”

“Let’s have fun now.”

You pick her up and toss her on the bed. You position her ass in front of you. Her smooth buttocks are now in front of you. You give it a good slap before you use your tip to drag a line from her asshole to her pussy lips.

Even from this, Jiheon can feel a small flash of pleasure, your tip on her pussy. Then you slowly insert your length in her. Slowly at first, you push it all the way deep into her. Your crotch is touching her ass. It is a perfect fit. Then it is all the way in. Her walls are so tight and it is so ready for you.

Then you slowly pull out but do not go all the way. When you reach half, you go back to it. This is how you are going to play with her. The repetitive action is now playing with you. You pull and push it faster and faster. You get in faster and faster.

This makes Jiheon and you moan louder and louder. You never expect something with a girl to be this nice, especially with a girl like Jiheon. She gives you immense pleasure. Your veiny cock is now penetrating at the deepest points. Her pussy is lubricating your cock. This allows you to move even faster and faster.

Louder and louder you shout. Jiheon is already screaming profanities again.”

“Fuckig hell, oppa. Please do more. I want more of your cock.”

You give her more. More and more you give her. Your cock runs deep in her. She is handling it like a champ. She is taking it all.

You flip her around. You lie down on the bed and she starts to ride on you. You are tired from all your thrusting. Now it is Jiheon’s turn to lead.

She goes slowly at first, moving forward, left, and right. Your cock goes all around her walls. Then she starts to move up and down. He uses her legs to dictate the pace, slow at first then he goes however she wants and she wants more. She wants a lot. She moves faster and faster.

Her breasts start to jiggle. You get up and start sucking on them. Her tiny nipples. Your mouth is on her left and your hand is on her right. Then you start to kiss her. Tongues are connecting. You grope her ass. It is as soft as her breasts, perfect for you.

“Jiheon, I’m going to cum.” These five words come out of your mouth.

“Fuck cum inside.”

“Aren’t you going to get pregnant?”

“Just do it. We’ll deal with it later.”

You would love a cream pie. But you would expect Jiheon to want one either. So you just follow her instructions. She then moves at a faster pace. You grunt and grunt. Your moans now fill the room but are still not as loud as Jiheon's.

Then you burst. All of your cum runs inside Jiheon. You shoot inside the deepest parts of her womb. Round after round you cum in her. Once you signal you are done, Jiheon sits up and gets out of your shaft. You can see the leaking cum from her cunt.

“You sure you won’t get pregnant.”

“Don’t worry I have a plan.” She falls beside you.

You kiss her one more time. “Jiheon, how can an innocent person like you can be so good in bed?”

She turns to you. “Well, looks can be deceiving, and aren’t you happy that I’m this good? I’m happy you are.”

You lean back. “Yeah, you can say so.”

You go to sleep while hugging her. It can say it is aftercare. Some nice cuddles after such intense sex.

“Night, Jiheon.”

“Love you oppa.”

“Love you too.”

Now it is the next morning. The space beside you is empty. You are still naked from last night's events. After scanning for your pants, you put it on and head out of the bedroom.

Outside is Jiheon. She is preparing a couple of sandwiches.

“Oppa, come here. We can have a picnic.”

#Kpop smut #Fromis_9 smut #Baek Jiheon #Jiheon smut

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Valentine's Day HCs - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, platonic! Damian Wayne

Includes: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas and platonic! Damian Wayne

Summary: how your fave batfam member would treat you on valentine's day

CW: gn! reader, some are a little ooc cause its my first time writing them, fluff and sweetness all around, dames is strictly platonic!!!

another part to my valentine's hcs!! if you guys enjoyed this, consider checking out some of the other ones!

Valentine's 2023 Masterlist

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Bruce Wayne:

probably one of the only nights you can actually convince him to take a break and pay attention to you

(read: Alfred would ground him for weeks if he forgot to do something nice for you)

leaves you a big gift box on your bed stuffed with fancy tissue paper and a little card

it just says ‘wear me’ and when you unwrap it it’s a super formal outfit

Bruce doesn’t tell you where he’s taking you until he shows up at your house in one of his cars, holding a dozen roses

he ends up taking you to his private airstrip in Gotham

he flies you to Monaco and takes you to a restaurant you always wanted to try!!

and since you’re away from Gotham, the press isn’t even bothering you

after dinner, he takes you to a nice speakeasy for drinks and dessert

he even turns his phone off so that he can focus on you 100%

you guys stay the night in a penthouse suite above Monaco

“I know I don’t always have a lot of time for you, but I hope you know that I do really love you.”

Dick Grayson:

this man is CHEESY I’m sorry

like he goes all out and he’s not even embarrassed about it

probably asks you to be his Valentine in like a cute promposal-esque way

he’s somewhere between between Bruce and Jason on Valentine’s plans

like he doesn’t want to go all out to all these fancy places, but he doesn’t want to just do a date at home

so he ends up taking you ice skating!!

(unrelated but I HC him as a really good figure skater)

holds your hands the whole time and does like some cutesy couples skate

also he definitely shows off what a good skater he is and does some cool gymnastics moves

after skating, you guys go through a walk through the park

he takes you to get some yummy street food and hot chocolate too

“Thanks for always sticking out the good and the bad with me, y/n. Whenever you’re with me, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Jason Todd:

I feel like this man is secretly super romantic

he doesn’t really like big crowds and don’t even get him started at fancy restaurants where the portion is way too small

also he’s a big softie so he probably plans something super intimate for you guys

picks up a copy of his favourite book and annotates his favorite passages

and writes little stories and things he loves about you in the margins

he invites you over to his place to cook dinner for you

has a playlist of your favorite music playing while he cooks

definitely something super yummy and comforting!!

he gives you the book after dinner while he waits for dessert to be done

you guys eat dessert and cuddle on the couch and talk about books and movies

he would definitely dance with you in the living room too!

like cute dorky dancing where you stand on his feet and just kinda sway around the room

“I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about people, but y/n? You make me think not everyone is so bad.”

Tim Drake:

he is definitely the type to not care about Valentine’s Day

anytime someone brings it up he has to go on this tangent about how it’s not a real holiday

however, if his partner cares about it, he can put his own feelings behind him and suck it up for the day

definitely stays up for several days trying to plan out a perfect for you guys

but since he’s so tired he ends up sleeping in past when he’s supposed to pick you up :((

you don’t mind tho because Tim sleeping is a gift in itself lmfao

he scrambles to get ready and picks you up not much later than he was supposed to

he takes you to a super cute video game cafe

you guys get some yummy drinks and cute little heart shaped cookies and snacks

and then you guys hop on the computers to play some games!!

he probably plays some fun little coop games with you so that you can actually spend quality time together

takes you home and you guys just relax on the couch and watch tv

(Tim definitely watches Criminal Minds and relates a little too much to Spencer Reid)

“I know I said I don’t really care about Valentines and honestly I don’t but I know you do and I know it’s not a lot but I just really wanted to give you the date you deserve.”

Stephanie Brown:

this is HER holiday

like it might as well be St Steph Day

she has MAJOR plans for the two of you

and she definitely asks you to her Valentine with this cute little homemade Valentine she made just for you

she brings her camera with new film because she’s going to take so many pictures!!

probably coordinates her outfit to yours just so you guys look all cute and matching

she takes you to a light dinner first, probably like sushi or ramen or something

and then you guys go to a special Valentines concert in the park!!

of course Steph knows all the songs and all the choreography

she dances all goofy and tries to get you to dance with her too!

sends you copies of all the pictures she takes after and posts them on her Instagram with a cute caption like

“Best Valentine’s Date Ever!! y/n truly is the loml !”

Cassandra Cain:

she’s probably never celebrated Valentines before

just never did as a kid and then never had any interest as an adult

but you seem so excited about it that she wants to try

she definitely goes to Steph and Barbara for advice on what to do for you

and of course her girls have her back!!

she’s really shy when she asks you, but she decides to go the simple route and straight up asks

she’s so relieved when you say yes!!

she gets you a potted plant instead of flowers cause she doesn’t really get the point of getting you something that’ll die soon

she packs you guys a really nice picnic and the two of you go for a hike by her favorite spot

there’s a really nice waterfall up there and some dry rocks where she spreads out a picnic blanket

the two of you snack on the food she brought and just chat

you’re honestly really touched that she was thinking about you this Valentine’s Day and wanted to do something special for you

“I know it’s not much, but it’s my first time celebrating and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

Duke Thomas:

he’s super nervous to be celebrating your first valentines together

and knowing him he just has to make it perfect

he’s probably had his dinner reservation for like a month at least

picks up a bouquet of your favourite flowers too (bonus points cause he gets them from a local florist instead of a supermarket)

spends hours and hours picking out the perfect outfit too

probably calls Steph and asks for her advice on his outfit, cologne, his gift for you etc.

is at your house ready to pick you up super early

waits as long as you need to get ready and his jaw DROPS when he sees you

all flustered and shy and stumbles over his words while he tries to compliment you!!

he definitely relaxes a little on the way to the restaurant

by the time you’re eating, you guys are making easy conversation and by dessert he’s holding your hands across the table <3

insists you guys go for a walk after dinner to look at the stars !!

“so, how did I do? did I nail it?”

Damian Wayne:

he is a complete stranger to the concept of Valentines

And much like Tim he simply does not care

however his teacher makes them make little mail boxes in school and teaches them about the history of the holiday

and he gets a bit of a heavy heart realizing this is something normal kids do and he just really wants to fit in even if he’ll never admit

which is what leads him to you the day before Valentine’s Day

and of course you can’t say no to him because he’s being vulnerable with you and he’s just so fragile :((

that’s how you end up taking him to the craft store to pick up foam and ribbons and glitter glue and stickers

the two of you sit down at the table and get to work making cute little heart shaped valentines for all of his classmates

he probably handwrites a message on each of them individually

things like “I tolerate you” and “you’re not the stupidest person in our class”

the spirit is there lol

Steph and Dick definitely join in and help you guys make them at some point

and Alfred makes sure you guys have snacks and drinks the whole time

at school the next day he’s so nervous to give them out but when he gets his first ever Valentine he’s so happy !!

and when he gets home you’re waiting there with the rest of the family with more Valentine’s for him!!

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

he looks at them whenever he’s sad :((

“As stupid as Valentines are, thank you, y/n, for helping me join in this year”

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

#batfam #batfam x reader #batfam hcs #batfam x you #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #stephanie brown x reader #cassandra cain x reader #duke thomas x reader #damian wayne #damian wayne x batsis #red hood x you #batman x you #nightwing x you #red robin x you #robin x you #batgirl x you

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Thought instead of just reblogging everything, i will add some of my own works too <3

P.s. shanks has one arm here

Word count: 7750

You can read it on my Ao3 page:

You’re a fucking tease, you know that?

You were the latest member of the Red Hair pirates. You were quite the feisty one when the captain, Shanks, saw you for the first time. Being from a town where crime and murder was rampant, you grew up to be a very combative person. You met Shanks in a bar. While you were downing beer after beer, a bunch of no-goods came up to you and asked how much you charge for a night. You didn’t really get bothered by them and plainly said you were not in that field of work. But they didn’t seem like the type to listen and they started getting too handsy with you.

Shanks was sitting a few tables away witnessing this, he was blissfully eyeing your body while the bunch of fools came and interrupted. And just when he almost got up to defend you, you already got to beating the shit out of them with whatever came to your hand. You bashed one with a bar stool, broke a bottle on another guy’s face, gonged a man’s head with your head and repeatedly stomped his balls. Later when you were done bashing them you turned back to see a red-haired man and assumed that he was one of them. You threw a punch at him but he blocked it by effortlessly holding your fist with his hand.

“Cool down, tiger,” he said with a smirk.

“Who the fuck are you?,” you snarled while snatching your fist away from his hold.

“I’m Shanks, captain of my pirate crew. Nice to meet you,” he said with a toothy smile.

You then assumed he wasn't a part of that handsy group you just beat down.

“Oh. Well. I didn’t know that, sorry for throwing a punch at you. Now leave me alone,” you went back to your seat and continued drinking.

Shanks laughed loudly and he wanted to pursue you more.

“Hey, you didn’t introduce yourself,” he leaned on the bar counter, coming a little closer to you.

“Why should I?”

“No reason, just curious about you,” he said slyly. And it was kinda working on you.

You weren’t approached like this before, and he seemed like a nice guy. So you thought of entertaining this conversation a little.

“Name’s Y/N. I live here,” you said plainly, you didn’t maintain any eye contact.

“Ooo that’s a pretty name! Say, what do you do for a living?” He questioned. His strong presence made you feel a little intimidated, but you weren’t scared of him.

You gave him a side-eye contemplating whether or not you should tell him more about yourself. You totally ignored his exposed chest and abs from that half-way buttoned white shirt.

“Mmm. I do freelancing. I can fix things like machines and vehicles. Aside from that, I do other odd jobs too. Honestly, I don’t understand what I do for a living,” you said, slapping yourself in your head for talking too much.

He was silent and he listened to you. You got a little uncomfortable with how he just didn’t say anything so you chugged your remaining beer and got up from your seat.

You took a long exhale and said, “Alright, I’ll leave now. Goodluck with whatever endeavor you have going on.”

Just when you started walking out Shanks called you.

“Hey Y/N.”

You looked back to see him facing you.

He gave you a smile and said, “Join my crew!”

Your eyebrows shot up and you put your hand on your hip, intrigued at his proposal.

“Now why should I do that?” You sassed.

“You’re strong, I like ya! Plus I will keep you fed and you will have a warm bed to sleep on,” he candidly said.

You pouted your plump lips, thinking about this offer. He never broke eye-contact with you and there was thick tension between you two. Well, you’d have food to eat and a nice place to sleep. It would also be way more fun than the boring life you have going on in this island.

“I-,”

Yasopp cuts you off and yells from the faraway table, “OUR CAPTAIN REALLY GOT THE HOTS FOR YA WOMAN!” And all of the Red Hair pirates started laughing and hollering.

Shanks was flustered and gritted his teeth, making a mental promise to drown Yasopp later.

You barked out a laugh so big that you were in tears. You said between laughing, ambiguous words slurring out of your mouth, “I guess I’ll take you up on that offer, Captain!”

Shanks too broke out into a laugh, his cheeks had a light tinge of red on them.

“Sweet! Yasopp come here I wanna tell you something,” Shanks called him out sweetly, Yasopp tried fleeing but Benn and Roux held his hands and legs so he couldn’t move. Everyone including you laughed as Shank went towards his table as he cracked his knuckles.

___

Your new pirate-life was a hundred times better than your life in your hometown. You were liked by the entire crew and you enjoyed everyone’s company. You were also the only woman in the red hair crew but that didn’t bother you much since everyone was respectful and nice to you. At times you helped around with cooking and cleaning. You loved playing cards with Roux and Yasopp. Benn was a real good friend to you and he would always take your side when you bantered with your fellow crew members.

The catch here though was, you barely gave any attention to you captain and that always made him envious of his mates who always got your complete attention. Of course, you obeyed his orders and all but, you intentionally liked to tease him by not talking to him.

Shanks loved watching you. Regardless of the petty game you’re playing with him, he loved to observe you to see what all you’re up to. You were always in your black tank top and olive green shorts, exposing your thick and strong thighs. He would sometimes even take his time to count all the stretch marks you have, he has half the mind to graze his hand over your thighs and squeeze them but, he will work his way to there one day.

One day you jumped up to reach something and it made your butt wobble, you refused to take anyone’s help but at the same time you just couldn’t reach the jar you really wanted. Shanks was passing by the kitchen and he saw your struggle, he thought that was a nice chance to get closer to you but before he even made it to you Benn was there to assist you.

“Hey Benn! lift me up,” you asked your friend.

“Hmm? Aight,” he accepted your request and effortlessly lifted you up, his hands squeezing into your waist. You then looked out the kitchen to make eye-contact with your captain. You gave him a smirk and the red-haired man shook his head and huffed. You finally got hold of your jar. He put you down and you thanked him. He patted your upper back and walked away. You leaned on the counter and took a spoon and scooped up the jam in the jar. After witnessing all this Shanks still came inside the kitchen and stood in front of you. You saw him come closer to you so you put the spoon in your mouth, licking the jam off of it.

“What brings you here, cap’n?” you asked as you went for another scoop and just when you were about to put it in your mouth, Shanks grabbed your wrist and twisted the spoon towards his mouth and he ate the jam off, licking the spoon, all while keeping an eye contact with you.

“Just wanted some jam,” he said. He was so close to you that your bust was almost touching his chest. There was impenetrable tension between you too that was broken off by Yasopp yelling your name.

“Y/N!!! I SEE AN ISLAND COME HERE!!!”

“I’M COMING!” you yelled back. Shanks didn’t budge though. Your eyes darted towards his lip that had a speck of jam on the side. You brushed your tongue on his lower lip, Shanks was curiously watching you. You then wiped away that small bit of jam and licked your thumb, intentionally going in deep. He whistled at you as you shoved the jam jar on his chest and he held it. You smirked and walked off, he gladly watched you go. Once you were gone he covered his face with his palm and groaned. You will really be the death of him.

___

The Red Hair pirates had just landed on an island. It was a long journey for everyone. They landed on a very small, sparsely populated island and it was very inviting. All your crewmates had dispersed, some were buying food, some were hitting the nearest bar, some went exploring. While you, on the other hand, had an evil idea.

With whatever pocket money you had, you went to buy yourself something nice to wear. You tried a lot of dresses and then found a real nice dress. It was a black floral printed dress. It had a flowy skirt and was backless too, exposing the big scorpion tattoo you had covering your entire back, the tail of the scorpion ending tight above your intergluteal cleft. You twirled in front of the mirror, the skirt flew high enough just to give a teasing view of your ass. You were beaming with anticipation to do what you were about to do

Sweet.

___

Shanks and his mates were in the beach bar, it was a big open space with a bamboo roof. It was around 7pm and the sun had already set. The entire had a deep yellow glow with all the halogen bulbs at all the corners. When you entered the bar everyone’s jaws almost hit the floor. This was the first time they saw you in a dress, and you were in an enticing one too. You had all sorts of compliments getting showered on you along with whistles coming right at you.

You went to the bar counter and drank a big jug of ale for the liquid courage. Your back was faced towards where Shanks was sitting. The man was whipped. He kept quiet though, he didn’t give you any compliment, maybe this was his own way of playing with you. The captain watched you, how your back flexed as you moved. How your ass was flush against the seat. How short your dress was. Yasopp saw his captain’s attention towards you and he said, “I’m shocked how you still didn't ask her out yet.”

Shanks laughed and shook his head, “I’m loving the chase though.”

The sniper sighed and continued his conversation with Roux who was munching on a lamb leg and eagerly listening to him.

The bar then played a slow, sensual song. This was the perfect chance to fuck with the captain. You got off your seat and walked towards your captain’s table. Just when everyone thought you would approach Shanks, you set your hand on Benn’s shoulder and asked,

“Hey Benn, this is my song, wanna dance with me?”

You could see everyone’s eyes almost pop off their skulls, no one saw this coming. Shanks was fidgeting with Benn’s lighter, spinning it in between his fingers. You were really testing his patience.

Benn set his cigarette down and said, “You sure?”

“Yeah, come on!” you raised your hand, indicating for him to hold it.

He held your hand and got up. When he turned back to look at his mates he just shrugged.

“Can’t miss the chance to dance with a lady.”

You got him closer, and set his hand on your waist. You wrapped one of your hands around his neck and laced your other hand’s finger into his. There was hardly any space between you two and your tits were flush against his chest. Benn didn’t know what was going on but he was enjoying this sexy dance with you already. You slowly swayed with him along the rhythm.

Shanks’ pupils darkened and he leaned back in his seat. His gaze never left you. He wasn’t mad at Benn. Because who would deny a chance to dance with a gorgeous woman like you? But it really should've been him instead of Benn, with you, dancing slowly, maybe even taking it to the bedr-

Your tattooed back was facing Shanks, he could see Benn’s hand placed on your hips, his calloused big palms pressing into your plush skin. You grabbed Benn’s head from behind and brought his head closer to your neck. You then whispered something into his ear to which he reacted with a wide smirk and gave you a nod.

He then shoved your waist closer to his groin and you grinded on him. Both of you had breathtaking chemistry during the entire dance. His hand roamed all over your back, he didn’t touch your ass though. You swayed your wide hips and went lower and lower, your face dangerously close to Benn’s clothed manhood. Under the low-light your sweat sheened skin glowed and the big scorpio tattoo you had was moving like it was your spine. He then got you up and twirled you, your skirt rising high enough for Shanks to see the beauty marks on your upper thighs. Shanks was really at his limit at this point, everyone else was hooting and whistling at you two. You both ended the dance when Benn dipped you really low, holding up one of your thighs. His entire palm held your thigh with such grip that it left a dark imprint.

He then lifted you up as the song ended, both of you were pretty sweaty and you thanked Benn by kissing him on his cheek. He would be lying if he said he didn’t get hard during the whole dance sesh, though he knew you were doing this just to get a rise of Shanks. He wouldn’t mind being your partner in crime again though.

Benn went back to his seat. “You lucky bastard,” Yasopp told him.

“Fuck you man,” Shanks laughed threw Benn lighter on his face. Ofcourse Shanks knew this was just one of your ways to brainfuck him.

When he was searching for you, he found you near the bar stool, all alone.

He got up with an excuse to order more drinks. Shanks stood very close to you and told the bartender his order. You were casually sipping on your cocktail, playfully ignoring him.

“You’ve put on quite the show, huh,” he remarked.

“Benn’s a great dance partner,” you replied.

“Since when do you wear dresses like this?” he said as he eyed your neck, his gaze carefully observing the beginning and the end of your tattoo.

“Why? You don’t like it?” you asked, but before he even answered you got up and slipped a hotel room key card in his shirt pocket. You placed your hand on his bare chest and whispered in his ear, “Give this key to Benn, will ya?” You then bit the tip of his ear, earning a breathy exhale from him.

“Sure,” he said, and you smiled at him and walked away to the hotel.

Shanks went to his table to grab his coat while half of his mates were passed out and some were still drinking.

“I’m heading out,” Shanks said, desperation drenched in his voice. Benn understood the scene and he nodded.

___

It was a cheap motel near the bar. The whole building was made out of wood. When Shanks walked in, he was met by a receptionist who immediately got up and said, “Sir, are you headed towards room 104 by any chance?”

Shanks raised his eyebrow and answered, “Yeah. Why?”

“Uhh, I’m so sorry I’m afraid to say this but you don’t match the description Ms. Y/N gave so you can’t go in,” the poor receptionist mustered the courage to say.

“Hah? What did she say?” Shanks asked with a puzzled expression.

“‘Only allow the man who has long black hair with a big gun with him to come inside. Don’t allow anyone else, especially a tanned man with red hair.’ These were her exact words, sir. Please don’t go or else I'll get beaten up,” said the scared man.

Shanks barked out a laugh and shoved the receptionist’s face out of his way. He ignored all of his cries, amused at your silly games.

He was standing in front of room 104 and went in without knocking. The moment he entered he was shoved to the wall, invited by a sharp blade to his neck. You were dangerously close to his face, he smirked and looked down at you, who wore a bathrobe now.

“You’re not Benn,” you remarked.

“Nope, I’m your captain,” he played along with you.

You shoved your knife more into his neck, even a tiny bit of more pressure would cut into his skin. He hissed in pain but was loving every bit of it.

“Not outside the ship, you’re not. Get the fuck out of my room and tell Benn to come in,” you demanded, so close to him that he could taste your breath.

Shanks then immediately grabbed your wrist and aggressively turned you around, shoving your back on his chest. Your knife was now on your neck. The blade was on the verge of cutting into the delicate skin of your neck. But you took a big gulp and the motion got the blade to slowly and deliciously dig into your skin. You huffed, you couldn’t move an inch with how much force he was holding you.

“You really needed to be reminded that I'm your captain in, and out of the ship, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear.

His bare foot now snaked up your thighs, his heel finding its way to your pussylips, over the bathrobe. You gasped at the sudden touch. The material of the bathrobe was rubbing on your clit.

“I’ve really had enough of your games, Y/N, do you not know how much I want you, can you not feel it?” he said huskily, grinding his erection on your ass at the word ‘feel’.

Shanks didn’t fail to notice how you didn’t get defensive at all, your hands were just holding his hand but not trying to push him away. Instead, you were shamelessly grinding him right back.

Your breath started to grow heavy, but you wanted to push him toward the edge further.

“Yeah? Bet you won’t even last for five minutes, Captain,” you taunted him, the last word laced with seduction.

Shanks let out a demonic laugh and the blade that was on your neck was slowly now drawing drops of blood. His heel which was intensely grinding your pussy, now went to your knee and slid your foot to the side, making you lose your footing and you dropped down along with him. You squealed at the sudden action by your captain. Now you were sitting against your captain, both of your legs were wide spread open and locked in place by Shank’s feet. You couldn’t close your legs even if you wanted to no matter how hard you tried.

“I guess I just have to prove you wrong huh? You can decide if you want Benn over me once I’m done with you, sweetheart,” he purred as his hand snaked towards your pussy, and to his surprise, you were not wearing anything under. Your back arched when his thick digits casually traced your warm, saturated lips.

“Ooo, Benn’s gotchu this wet, huh?” he mocked you and licked his fingers clean. Your head was leaning on his chest, too aroused to even acknowledge what he said, and he was looking down at you with a vulgar smirk.

He then removed your loosely tied bathrobe from your shoulders, exposing your voluptuous tits. He let out a satisfying growl when he groped your breast. Kneading it with just enough pressure for your nipple to harden.

His mouth watered at how deliciously malleable it was. You held his face that was set on your shoulder, caressing it as he hungrily explored the sensation of fondling your tits. You grabbed his hair and pulled him close to your mouth, so close that he could feel your heavy breaths all over his lips.

“Touch me, captain,” you needily said, your hips grinding in need of any form of friction over your pussy. The cold air touching your exposed sex made your desperation for him worse.

Your words fell out of your mouth as sweet as grapes drenched in honey, how would he ever not listen to you?

His feet that were locking your legs in place had spread your legs further, and mild pain ran through the middle of your thighs. You moaned as the stretch was hurting you, but the arousal you got from that was unbearable.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said, his hand now slithering down to your slit.

Tonight this madman was up to no good.

He collected all your juices to lubricate his hands, and he pressed on to your clit, your body mildly jittered at that and your hips bucked. But you only whimpered because that made your thighs stretch more. He shushed you, and snuggled his face on your neck, kissing and nibbling your salty skin. He continued his teasing by dipping two of his fingers deep in your pussy and removing them before you could even get a hint of pleasure from it. You whimpered from frustration because you were too damn desperate to be touched. You decided to take things into your own hands and you proceeded to rub your clit. His lips got closer to your ear, this time though, his voice carried no playfulness.

“Touch yourself and I will make sure you don’t even cum once,” his tone was so serious that shivers ran down your spine. You were even kind of regretting pushing him so much on the edge.

“Please, Shanks, touch me, I need you,” you begged, dumping whatever shame you had in you, already withdrawing your hand away from your heat. Instead, you held his thigh so tight to calm yourself down that he was sure you would leave marks.

He kissed your ear and hummed, “That’s my girl.”

His calloused fingers finally rubbed your clit at such intensity that he took your breath away. Your head threw back on his shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed as he was dwelling in the scent of you. He then realized that he cut your neck a little with the slight scent of iron. Your captain immediately attacked your neck, sucking the cut out. This was truly driving him crazy. His attack on your clit only became more fierce as he was now rubbing it with three fingers. You hissed in pain. But the pain drove you madder as the pleasure was slowly creeping up on you.

“Shanks! Ahh- I can't- this is too much AAHHN!” you cried and his fingers only sped up, making you grit your teeth as you could feel yourself getting close to your orgasm. Your breaths started getting heavier and faster. You grabbed his hair and pulled him hard, hoping he would slow down. But he growled at the pain, getting more riled up.

“What? Don’t wimp out on me now darling, you gotta last at least more than five minutes,” he taunted.

Heat pooled in your lower back and you could snap any minute now. Your chest now had droplets of sweat and Shank’s stubble was scratching your neck making your head spin.

“I’m so close! Shanks-”, you moaned his name repeatedly, your thighs were shaking, and you tried so much to close your thighs from the pleasure but the more you attempted escaping his iron grip feet, he stretched them out more just as quickly.

“Come for me, my love,” he said with such a sweet tone. Tears were running down your cheeks as you screamed his name. Soon it felt like your whole body was short-circuited and you were washed with an intense pleasure storm. He was letting you ride your orgasm out. The impact was so much that you pushed back hard against his chest but he stayed put. You could feel his hard dick against your back and as you spasmed on him, the friction made him harder.

Once you came down from your high Shanks stopped the abuse on your clit and let your legs go, you hissed in pain. Your thighs were buzzing and you were extremely sensitive. You fell back on his chest, he put his fingers in your mouth and you cleaned them right off, your tongue tasting every bit of your arousal. He then caressed your hair, muttering sweet nothings in your ear.

The captain got up and lifted you with his hand. He laid you down on the bed and he kneeled in front of you, unbuttoning his shirt, taking in your naked form under the dim light. His pupils were blown by how alluring you looked. You looked so ethereal for him. Your chest heaving from the intense orgasm you just endured. Your curvaceous figure just waiting for him to get touched, consumed, manhandled-

Once he got rid of his shirt, he got on top of you, his hand slowly feeling your curves and dips. His smoldering touch on your body made you writhe your hips under him. He held your thigh up with his hand and his face hovered closely over yours.

“So impatient for me, hmm?” he cooed above you. His eyes darted towards the corner of your lips that had some drool on them, a result of his ministrations from earlier. Without thinking any further he licked it up, kissing and tasting the drool on your chin. His lips and tongue then crept towards your lips and he kissed you with raging desperation. Your taste was triggering his suppressed animalistic desires. He groaned and you were moaning into his passionate kiss. He bit your lip hard and when you let out an ‘aah!’ he leveraged the opening and darted his tongue in. You wrapped your plush lips around his tongue and ground your hips on his boner. His clothed dick was throbbing and the more friction it got from your grinding, there was precum collected in his pants.

He slapped your thighs hard and your body jolted.

“Behave yourself, sweetheart,” he said after parting his lips from the nasty kiss he was indulging in.

“FUCK me, captain,” you growled at him and he smiled, loving how you are just as desperate as him.

The captain gave you another deep kiss, and his lips grazed your lower lips as he separated from you. He then kissed your chin, lowering down to your neck. He was peppering your skin with hot and open-mouth kisses, licking you up like you were some sugar candy. His rough hand grabbed your boob and he was kneading it with such fervor that it made your arousal worse. Despite his big palms, he still couldn’t fit your entire breast and it drove him insane. His mouth now on your chest, smelling the sweet sweat around your breasts. The sweet and raw scent of you was more intoxicating than the hard alcohol he drank. He licked and kissed between your tits and he latched his lips on your hardened peak. He sucked on your breast hard and rolled your nipple between his lips. His hand was keeping the other tit busy by stimulating it nice and slow. Your chest rose from the bed, shoving his face deeper in your tit. You whined under him and when you looked at him, he caught on your eye contact and he winked at you. You averted your eyes and hid your face with your hands.

Shanks pinched the nipple that was in his palm and you yelped.

“What? I just wanna see your pretty face,” he said with a smirk after finally removing his mouth from your tit with a ‘pop’ sound. He even slapped your tits and saw them jiggle so beautifully. At this point, he had already lost his mind.

This fucking dog-

“Shanks!” You called him out, gritting your teeth. You were frustrated by his current distraction. You needed to get his dick in you so badly that you came up with something to provoke him.

“Hmm?” He said. He was willing to make you suffer until he drove you to the very edge, even though it means his dick can’t take the restrained torment anymore.

You looked him right in the eyes and said, “Why aren’t you fucking me yet, huh? Can’t get it up?”

Shanks’ mind did a 180 and he’s now dedicated to fuck that sass right out of you. He barked out a devious laugh and his hand came for your throat.

His lips were brushing yours as he said, “Oh you wanna get on my dick so bad huh? Alright, I’ll give you just that,” he said.

He got off the bed and got rid of his pants. When his dick got free from the constricts of the clothing your eyes widened. Your mouth watered at his size. Oh, he was definitely big big. You then spread your legs for him. He saw your seeping pussy and fisted his length a few times. Smirking at how needy you were for him, he quickly got on the bed and settled between your legs. He then grabbed your thigh and flipped you on your stomach. You were knocked out of breath and before you said anything he grabbed your waist and raised your hips high. This way he really got a good look at your back tattoo. It was in its full glory and under the dim room light it looked so fucking sexy on you. He grabbed your butt and squeezed it. Your heart was beating faster with anticipation of what next he’d do. He got down and gave your pussy a kiss from the back. You hummed and he licked your slit, from your clit all the way to your tight asshole. His fat and slick tongue left you mewling. Your taste made him moan and he wanted to go deeper with his tongue but he has a different mission for now.

The captain got up and grabbed his cock and spit on his tip. The precum and spit lubed his dick real nice and he lined it up against your heat. He pressed your clit hard with his tip and was feeling your wet heat.

Your body shivered at the feeling of his cock lingering over your pussy. You were throbbing for him so much that you pushed your hips back in an attempt to get his dick in you. He huffed at your desperate efforts and if it wasn’t for him being dangerously horny right now he’d tease you until you lost your shit. Shanks began by slowly pushing his tip in. He hissed at how tight your cunt was, and you whined at his girth. Inch by inch he slowly entered you, the stretch made you moan and tears stung your eyes. You were panting and tried your best to relax your pussy for him but he was just too fucking big.

Your walls were difficult to enter, yet you were so inviting. The way your pussy contracted his dick it felt like you were trying to suck the soul out of him.

“You’re sucking me in so good babe,” he panted. Once he was completely inside you, he paused for a minute for you to adjust to his size. Meanwhile, his hand was busy kneading your butt and tracing all the stretch marks with his fingers. He felt his dick get drenched with your arousal as you slowly rolled your hips on him, looking back at him, you smirked. He saw your salacious look and responded by pulling out midway and thrusting in hard. You gasped and moaned and your face was buried in the pillow. Your captain filled you up so good you felt your whole body burn bit by bit. His hand was grabbing onto your hip as he pounded into you with need.

Your captain’s eyes wandered towards your vacant ass-hole and he had another nasty idea. He had a lazy smirk on his face as he spread your cheek with his hand and he spat on your puckered hole. Your eyes widened and just when you could say anything, his thumb was rubbing the surface of your tight entrance and he applied just enough pressure to push just past the surface. Slowly twisting the fingertip one way and then the other, over and over.

This new sensation made you whine and push your hips into him more. Shanks was really amused at your reaction to his experimental action.

“Ooo you like this?” he snickered from behind you. “Oh what a dirty girl you are~”

“You’re so fucking nasty- mmmh!” your muffled moans reached his ears. Half of your face was shoved on the pillow and you wiggled your hips indicating him to go faster. He gladly obliged by increasing the speed of his thrusts. At this point he could reach deep inside you, the sounds of smacking hips riled him up wildly. And he just had to make you more flustered by mumbling this, “I wonder what would your Benn feel like when he hears us like this.”

You weren’t taking any of his bullshit as you said, “Yeah? Want me to fuck him too and tell you who’s better?”

Jealousy crawled up his spine the moment you said that, imagining you with him being intimate makes him want to properly claim you as his woman. You cackled when he leaned forward and grabbed your hair.

“Hah! Did my captain get angr- AAAHN,” your mockery was cut off by Shanks as his pace got much more intense than before. He then rolled his hips a certain way, your body shuddered and your breath hitched.

He lifted your face and purred, “Oh? I think I found exactly how to shut you right up baby.”

His vehement backshots felt so fucking lewd and good. His dick was rubbing you on your weak spot constantly and you could feel your orgasm creeping up to you slowly. You grabbed onto the sheets like your life depended on it and moaned his name in fervor.

Shanks felt your pussy tighten around his cock, he saw how he could completely get inside you and as he got out there were strings of your juices and his spit.

At that sight, he didn’t have any intention to stop his jackhammering because he was dedicated to making you feel so good that you wouldn’t fall on anyone else’s dick other than his. He grabbed your neck and lifted you up to his level, pounding you real nice and hard from the back at the same time.

His grip tightened around your neck and his lips got closer to your ear, kissing it, nibbling it. “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he ordered oh so sweetly. One of your hands was wrapped around his neck and so the other hand went straight to your clit. His constant attack on your g-spot and your work on your clit topped off with his choking was a recipe for a storm that was coming towards you.

He felt your walls spasm around his cock as you finally snapped and you came again, very hard this time. Your loud moans and the wet slaps of his dick in you filled in the room. He groaned at how deliciously you were gripping him. He let you ride out your orgasm by languidly thrusting inside you, he held you by your chest and shushed you as your whole body was jolting.

He kissed your temple as you finally came down from your second high. “You came on my cock so well, my love,” he praised you, making your cheeks burn and avert your eyes.

He then pulled out of you and sat on the bed with his back against the wall. You looked at him, and he patted his thigh, gesturing you to come towards him. You crawled towards him and he was taking in your beautifully obscene form. Your skin was covered with a sheen, the light reflected on you and made you look like a sex demon. Your hair locks fell on the side of your face and your plush lips were apart with drool on the side of your lips. Your juicy tits looked so suckable while bouncing as you were going towards him on your fours.

You spread his thighs slightly apart when you reached him. You took your time admiring his strong and muscular body. Your fingers traced his chest, grazing his nipple, wandering down his abs. You got on top of him, your legs situated on either side of his hips. His hot and throbbing dick was almost reaching your belly button. You were actually shocked that something this big was able to go inside you.

You saw him in the eyes, and naturally, your attention went toward his prominent scar towards his eye. You absentmindedly grazed it with your finger but he immediately grabbed your wrist but didn’t pull it away from your face. He had a serious yet lustful expression on his face. You weren’t intimidated by him though, not even slightly. You found his scar beautiful, every bit of his body features was beautiful to you. You kissed his eye once. Then again. Awaiting any negative reaction from him, but you didn’t get any. His grip on your wrist loosened. You continued kissing him more, on his eye, on his nose, cheek, forehead, and wherever your lips took you. You then kissed him on the lips, your tongue was readily invited by his tongue. You went in for a deep, slow, and passionate kiss with him. You were strumming his heartstrings and he was blissfully letting you do so.

Your other hand held his dick, you were stroking him with your grip mildly right and focused on caressing his tip with your thumb. His breath hitched at that. Your kisses now peppered the side of his mouth, chin, and now his neck. You were sucking the large vein on the side of his neck, attempting to leave a mark on him.

“You’ve been such a tease, y/n,” he remarked with a love-drunk voice. You hummed and replied, “And so have you, my captain,” kissing his collarbone and trailing your tongue on his chest. Your grip on his dick getting stronger, strokes maintaining the same slow pace.

“Is that so?” he mused, looking down at you with a smile.

“Mmhm, you didn’t make a move on me all this time, so I took things into my own hands,” you answered. Your lips latched onto his nipple and sucked it hard. He hissed and his hand held your face, fingers lacing in your hair.

You loved how his nipple instantly hardened and you rolled your tongue on it. He was making low whiney sounds and to get more reaction from him you grazed your teeth on his bud. And you finally earned a moan from him.

He then pulled you up and kissed you harshly. You now lined his dick on your slit and pushed yourself down on him, this time without any struggle. You winced as you were still very sensitive down there, but you could manage it. He groaned into the kiss and you rolled your hips on him, causing him to throw his head back. Your hands were on his chest for support and you were riding him at a leisurely pace. He looked down at you and saw how your boobs jiggled every time you got up and down on him. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your lips were parted. His hand grabbed your ass and kneaded it, encouraging you to keep going on.

“You look so beautiful, y/n,” he crooned. Your heart fluttered at his words and you had the urge to make him feel good. So you tighten your pussy around his dick every time you get down and release the grip once you go up. This felt so sinfully both to you and him, you moaned as you could feel him go so much more deeper inside you. You picked up your pace and rode your man faster.

Shanks could feel the blood rushing to his core and his thighs tightened at the soon-to-arrive orgasm. So he lifted his lips making you fall flush on his chest. You gasped at his sudden movement and he thrusted his dick from below at a brutal pace. He held your hips so tight that you were sure his prints would be there to last.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and gladly took whatever he gave you. His dick was rubbing your sensitive spot with this accessible angle and you felt your face heat up. For some reason, you felt the urge to mark him too. You grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth to open. You collected a decent amount of spit in your mouth and spit into his. He looked right at you and swallowed it immediately. The sight of him taking in whatever you gave had stirred something animalistic in you. You were just as crazy as him. There was no going back now.

This time your third orgasm seemed to be arriving a lot faster than you thought but you also felt something else coming. You suddenly had the urgency to pee. You patted Shanks’ back and whimpered, “Shanks please let me go, I need to pee!’

He was too immersed in chasing his own pleasure to even bother to let you go.

“It’s alright, let it go, it’s gonna be fine,” he assured you. But you frantically shook your head and kept begging him to let you go. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to have you release all your juices over his cock. Even the thought of that made him hungrily pump you and even snuck his thumb on your clit to get you to your high soon. You wailed and moaned and felt so fucking feverish. You tried to hold it in but this beast would not stop whatsoever. When he felt the newly learned signs of your orgasm on his dick, he smirked and grinded in you.

You truly came hard this time and your eyes rolled back. Both of you felt hot liquid gush out of you and you screamed his name repeatedly like it was a mantra. He groaned at the feeling of you dripping, spasming cunt and it only drove him closer to his release. His hips stuttered and his pace was also faltering. Tears drenched your cheeks as you were extremely sensitive now and he was still going at it. You bit into his neck and pulled his hair hard. After a few more pumps the man under you growled and released thick and hot ropes of cum inside you. You felt so fucking dirty and at the same time, you felt so good. You whimpered and he rubbed your back. You totally didn’t expect him to cum so much. Once he rode out his high he went limp on the bed, his dick was still inside you and you rested your body on top of him. Too sensitive to even move.

Both of your chests were heaving. He brushed your hair away from your forehead and kissed you there. “You did so well,” he praised you. Your head got up from over his chest and you kissed him again, the tiredness was evident in your energy. You then whispered over his lips, “You’re mine.”

He smiled, “I’m yours.”

You hugged him tightly. He hugged you back with his hand wrapped around your lower back.

Both of you stayed like that for what seemed like 15 minutes.

Shanks patted your butt and said, “Let’s get you cleaned now, yeah?”

You nodded and when you got up, you saw his abdomen glistening from the arousal you had released earlier. Shanks' gaze followed yours and he smirked, “That was hot, I wonder if I could make you do that again.”

You laughed and smacked his cheek playfully. He even saw the intersection of your pussy and his dick, his semen was slowly oozing out of you. The sight made him hard again and you widened your eyes and immediately got up his dick.

Shanks barked out a laugh at your reaction and he laid you down on the bed. “What? Your stamina can’t take it?” He teased you.

Now you weren’t someone to take stamina criticism from your old ass captain, so you said, “Try me, captain. I’m sure you’ll duck out sooner than me.”

“Oh yeah?”

That night you both went on for a few more rounds and both of you ducked out at the same time. You both didn’t bother cleaning up and he slept with you with his dick still buried inside you.

___

It was around noon the next day, Shanks had given you a nice hot bath and cleaned himself too. He let you sleep in and he said he would be back after checking in with the crewmates.

He walked to the bar he left last night and saw almost all of them passed out on the floor, chairs, and the fucking wall. He even saw puddles of puke at some corners and huffed. Shanks took a vacant chair and drank a half-emptied bottle of water.

Yasopp was passing by with a brush in his mouth and saw his captain in the beach bar. He didn’t fail to notice all the marks on his chest and neck. Disappointed at his captain for not even attempting to cover his love bites, and he did seem like he was proudly showing it off. “Oh she a freak freak,” he huffed and mumbled to himself. Being fully aware of your wilderness and his captain’s desire towards you.

-the end-

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xhdream · 3 months

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off my face in love with you (18+)

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special *ੈ✩

pairings: jungsu x fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 3k

summary: your neighbour finds out you’re alone on new years eve, because you and your bf broke up, and invites you to join his party

contains: sub!reader, unprotected sex, explicit language, alcohol consumption, body shots, light exhibitionism kink, dirty talk, pet names, ft. gaon in one scene

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

For the first time you’re alone on New Year’s Eve and it feels strange.

Since your now ex boyfriend decided to cut ties with you just the day before you’re not even able to make new plans. Yes, you can easily go celebrate with some of your friends, but the thought of having to spend half the night answering everyone’s questions about why are you not with him, and why did you break up after three months, exhausted you enough already.

As you hold up your bag to search for your keys, you hear the door of the apartment next to yours unlock.

“Hey, Y/N.” The familiar voice rings nicely in the hallway. “Long time, no see.”

“Hey, Jungsu,” you say, not able to hold back from checking him out when he turns around to lock the door.

“What are you and your boyfriend doing tonight?” He asks, looking at you.

The sudden mention of your ex catches you off guard, and you stay silent for a while. You haven’t told anyone yet.

“Uhm actually… We’re not together anymore, so...”

“Oh, sorry.” Jungsu furrows his brows, and tucks hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans.

“Don’t worry about it.” You force a chuckle.

“Wait, are you celebrating alone?” He glances at the wine bottles before shooting you a questionable look.

You nod, but before you get the chance to let him know that you don’t mind it he scoffs.

“That’s not right! You should come at my place.” He takes a step forward, making the distance between you smaller. “I’m having a small party with friends it would be fun.”

“Oh, are you sure… I don’t want to—”

“Please,” he cuts you off. “You can’t stay alone on New Year’s Eve. I’d love it if you join.”

You give him a warm smile, as you hold the bottles against your chest. It sounds nice, you could really use some distraction.

You accept his invite, telling him you’ll be there.

For a moment you don’t even realise both of you are maintaining eye contact with ease. The interest you had towards him when he moved in the building last year comes back again with a spark, that has you already anticipating the night. You’ve always spoken to each other like regular neighbours even though you both attend the same university, and often times you’ve found yourself wondering about him; about his mysterious personality; about his life. But then you met your ex, and the questions you imagined one day asking Jungsu left your mind.

“Cool,” he runs a hand through his hair, heading to the staircase. “Can’t wait to see you again, Y/N.”

You watch him disappear down the stairs, and realise that there’s still something very appealing about him that seems to pull you in just as much as before.

He mentioned the party was going to be small, but it looks quite bigger than what you imagined.

“You have a lot of friends.” Your eyes roam around the room, as you both stand behind the kitchen counter.

He pours you a drink and you don’t hesitate to sip it. Jungsu is the only person you know here, and you have to loosen up. It would be nice to expand your circle, you don’t remember when was the last time you made a new friend.

“Most of them are friends from my faculty, but some of them I’m not sure I actually know to be honest. Another one?” Jungsu smirks after you nod and slide your glass towards him. “So when did you split up If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Yesterday.” You reply, looking down flustered. “But we both knew it was coming, so it feels like it’s been longer than that.”

Jungsu stays silent. He takes his drink in hand and lifts it up.

“His loss,” his softer tone gets muffled from the blasting music and everyone trying to speak over it, but you still hear him, and you instantly blush. “Cheers.”

You both swallow your second drink, and you feel how your body becomes lighter.

A dark haired stranger headed towards you with a wide grin catches your attention. He’s holding a bottle of tequila in one hand, and a colorful bowl in the other.

“Body shots!” He yells and immediately more people begin to gather in the kitchen. “Who’s going first?”

“This is my new roommate by the way,” Jungsu turns to you, then back to the guy who’s already preparing the ingredients. “You’re going to see him more often unfortunately.”

“Kwak Jiseok, my pleasure.” He winks at you playfully, jerking up the bowl.

“Y/N,” you smile, trying to figure out if your guess about what could be inside it is correct.

“Wanna go first, Y/N?” Jiseok reaches over the counter.

You gulp nervously looking at the cut up white paper. You attempt to gather the courage to just go for it. You want this night to be fun; you don’t want to hold back, because you were dumped the day before New Year’s Eve by someone who’s not even worth it.

“No pressure.” Jungsu puts a hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No,” your lips curl up, as you shove your fingers into the bowl. You pull out a sheet of paper, and Jiseok whistles excitedly while clearing up the counter. “I want to.” You meet Jungsu’s gaze for a moment, before unfolding it.

“Who are you gonna choose as your partner?” Jiseok asks.

Even if you knew some of the people in this room, you’re almost sure you would’ve still picked Jungsu.

You turn to face him with a raised brow, and he smirks in agreement. He leans against the counter, crossing arms in front of his chest.

“Great, now tell us Y/N, where are you or Jungsu…” Jiseok makes a pause for a fake dramatic moment, “… drinking from.”

You look down, almost swallowing your tongue. The more you reread the words, the more your heart speeds up its rhythm.

“Belly button.”

“Classic,” Jiseok comments while others cheer you on.

“You choose.” Jungsu says, getting rid of his sweater that was on top of a plain white t-shirt.

It seems like the better option is you to drink off of him - the shot will help you loosen up some more, and it will also let you get used to having physical contact with him, even if it’s just a little.

“I’ll take the shot.”

You try not to stare too obviously at Jungsu now suddenly shirtless. He walks past you with his toned upper body, and swiftly gets on top of the kitchen counter.

Your palms start to sweat, as you get closer, and your attention instantly fixates upon the top of his black jeans that nicely form his thighs and waist. You’re having a hard time even blinking.

“Don’t forget the lime.” Jiseok slides the plate in your direction, and you carefully grab one.

You know where to begin, you’ve seen people do this before, but Jungsu laying on full display like this slows down your actions to the point you forget what you’re supposed to do.

When you guide the piece to his mouth, Jungsu parts his lips, taking it between his teeth.

You continue onto the next step by licking over the surface of his chest. You run your tongue without putting too much thought into where exactly - every part of his naked skin excites and intimidates you the same way. You sprinkle salt on the same area, then grab the bottle to pour the booze in his navel.

Blocking out the view of multiple eyes following your every action, you lean over to lick off the salt with the top half of your tongue before going for the shot.

Droplets of tequila slide down Jungsu’s lower abdomen when you begin lapping it up. The burning sensation invades your mouth the more you slurp of the drink, trying to swallow all of it as quickly as possible.

After you’re done with the shot - your lips marking his skin with one last kiss at the end - you shift position in order to take the pulp side of the lime wedge from his mouth into yours.

At this point your body is so electrified you move as if you’re on autopilot mode with everything feeling as strong as ever at the same time.

Jungsu feels your soft lips gently touching his, as you lean in to pull the lime away. Some of your sweet scented hair falls to tickle his face, but he completely ignores it when he feels your hand unintentionally brush over his belt, as you hover over him.

He sits up, watching you suck the citrus fruit with your eyes squeezed while the audience applauds your performance.

“Well done,” Jiseok whistles, this time handing the bowl to his roommate. “You’re next.”

Jungsu doesn’t waste time in shuffling the papers, and instead pulls the first one he touches.

“Chest,” he tosses the paper onto the surface. One word, but it made his skin run dangerously hot.

He has to admit, something in him shifts after you quietly and without hesitation jump on the counter and sit in front of him with your legs dangling on both sides of his body. Your eyes sparkle with subtle delight, but also something more.

“I’ll have to take this off.”

“Do it,” you tell him with a little courage from the liquor.

Jungsu opens up your shirt one button at a time until it falls off your shoulders, and his gaze captures the arousing sight of your breasts inside the pretty lace.

When his tongue finds a spot on your neck you instantly get covered in goosebumps. It’s like he pressed a button inside you, that doubled the arousal lingering under your skin.

For this step one lick is enough, but Jungsu makes another stripe, and another, until they turn into a soft nibble, that really allows him to get a taste of you. The texture, the sweet taste, and the way your breaths hitch under his mouth, they’re all so addictive he finds it difficult to stop.

After he pulls away he notices that your face got even redder than it was a moment ago, but you couldn’t control it - every time no matter if it’s physical or eye contact that you two make, your heart skips a beat.

He carefully creates a trail of salt on the wet side of your neck, then lets you bite on the lime, before giving you a signal to push your boobs together. The liquor falls into your cleavage, forming a pool of alcohol Jungsu couldn’t wait to drink from.

In a matter of one second he licks off the salty trail, then buries his tongue into the crook of your breasts, slurping the shot and simultaneously sucking on your skin. Your brain turns into mush from the unison of all the things he does with his mouth, and the multiple different feelings they awaken inside you. If this is how he drinks a body shot, then how does he kiss?

A moment later he nips on the lime wedge, but instead of pulling, he leaves the piece to rest between your teeth, as he sucks on it, subtly touching your lips with his.

If it wasn’t for the booze that gradually helped you become more shameless, you would’ve contained yourself from letting the lime fall from your mouth, so Jungsu can press his lips into yours. You make the first move, but he’s the one to deepen the kiss right away.

Once you begin to move in sync, exchanging alcoholic taste and saliva between sloppy kisses, the adrenaline really hits you. You’re in need of more touch; more closure; more him, so your legs wrap themselves tight around his lower body.

His hands move up your thighs, eventually crawling up your bare spine. They brush over your bra, while yours get lost into his hair.

At this point both of you are completely numb to your surroundings; the only thing you could feel outside your bodies was the thick sexual tension in the air, that’s also more than obvious for everyone else in the room. You hear whistles from different directions; whispers and excited chatter, but they all fade down when Jungsu speaks against your ear.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” The tipsiness starts to creep into his voice, and now it sounds low and even more seductive. “Unless having an audience is what you want. I won’t judge.”

“No… Only you.”

Jungsu’s lips curl up from satisfaction. He wants you; a lot, and he was ready to have you right there and then if he had to.

“Just asking,” he says, peeking at Jiseok who’s trying to distract people from staring at you too much. “Thought you might be into it since I’ve witnessed a few of your fucks.”

You stare at his smug smile, trying to make sense from his words.

“You’re vocal, sweetheart.” Jungsu chuckles meeting your wide eyes.

“You’ve heard us have sex?” You cover up your blushed face after he nods at you amused. “Oh my god, this is embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Jungsu takes your hands, pulling them down with a gentle grip. “I like your voice… I like it a lot.”

It doesn’t take long for both of you to move to his bedroom.

While Jungsu locks the door, you take off your pants and lay down on the bed, eager to feel him on top of you.

When he turns around his jaw drops, not expecting to see you already in your panties for him. The corners of his eyes crinkle, as he watches you spread your legs seductively.

“Aren’t you coming?” You tease him, tilting your head to the side. It seems like he unbuckles his belt too slowly, and as if it takes him extra time to walk to the bed.

Or your desire for him has just reached its highest point.

“I am.” He smirks, still eating up your curves with his gaze. “You’re so beautiful…” His weight falls slightly on top of you, as he settles between your legs. “I’ve wanted to tell you that the day I saw you for the first time.”

You think of asking why he didn’t, but the urge to kiss him is stronger, and you smash your lips against his mouth. His palm travels all over your body, from your thigh to your breasts and neck; the more he touches you, the more your desire builds up, leading you into swaying your hips.

Jungsu slides down your underwear with one hand, and when he finally reaches for your sensitive spot you cannot help, but moan right away.

He rubs slow gentle circles on your clit, making you not only more wet, but also more needy and impatient. Because of that, you’re the one to break the kiss, arching your spine.

“Jungsu…”

Hearing you moan his name makes him instantly smile in the crook of your neck, as his lips brush against your skin. His fingers speed up their pace, as he begins to cover you in wet smooches. He sucks aimlessly, creating scarlet patches on the surface of your neck, simultaneously groaning at the increasing pressure in his pants.

Soon enough he lets his fingertips glide down to find your soaked entrance.

“F-Fuck…” Your voice comes out desperate; deep from your throat like you’ve been starving for touch and attention.

The way he bents them swiftly before pumping them furiously inside you makes your mouth open for a silent wail. Going silent for a moment helps you notice how the squelching pool of arousal fills the room with lewd noises.

“Ah, baby… You feel so good,” Jungsu grunts, biting the sensitive flesh under your ear. “So tight… Can’t wait to fill you up with my cock.”

His comments turn your head even more woozy than it already was, and you keep your eyes shut.

Jungsu lifts up to kneel between your legs. You squirm so much, and your head is constantly moving and tilting left to right, as if you’re dreaming. As he keeps up the steady pace of his fingers moving in and out of you, he decides to double the sensation by using his other hand to stimulate your clit.

He rubs the soft bundle of nerves with three fingers in a pretty quick way, that has you gripping on the cushions.

“Ahh, d-don’t stop, p-please, Jungsu… please…”

When you feel you’re about to crumble, you hurry to cover your mouth with your palms.

No one can hear you from the loud gathering on the other side of the door, but you’ve never felt the need to cry out so much before and you weren’t sure how to handle it.

Jungsu makes sure to not stop thrusting as you go through your climax. He gnaws on his lips, as your tight pussy keeps his fingers nicely sucked in with its intense pulses. He’s knuckles deep, and the squelch from the slipping pleasure is like music to his ears, while you on the other hand are feeling so ecstatic that you don’t even notice it anymore.

He takes out his fingers all sticky with strings of your arousal. Your thighs tremble as he spreads them in teasingly slow motions.

“Did you like it?” He asks, enjoying how wet you are.

“A lot,” you say through a raspy voice.

After he takes off his boxers Jungsu sees you sitting up.

“Wanna get on top of me?” He raises a brow, hoping you’ll say yes, although it’s written everywhere on your face.

You nod, biting your lip.

The second you sit on his erection, you both gasp in sync at how amazingly it fills you with ease. You reach behind your back to remove your bra.

Jungsu humms satisfied to finally see what’s underneath.

You watch him lower his attention to your hips rolling up and down his length, that’s making you feel warmer with each passing moment.

“Mhmm, baby… feels so good,” he groans, shutting his eyes, but not letting go of your waist. His fingers grip harsher from the on going gentle sounds you produce, getting him more worked up.

His cockhead presses lightly against your cervix, teasing the warm knot that’s forming in his tummy, but it’s not enough; he needs more than that.

Jungsu pulls you by the arms, and you gasp surprised to suddenly drop on both palms. Your fingers instantly grip the cushion for support when he gropes your butt cheeks, separating them as much as possible, and starts fucking up into you with force.

“Fuck, J-Jungsu—“

His hands hold you steady in place, letting his cock move in and out of you from the perfect angle.

The pleasure intensifies with every thrust against your sweet spot. It invades your entire body, and you begin to sweat everywhere. The only thing that hasn’t melted away from your mind is the realisation that you’ve never felt anything like this before. The delight is so strong, so satisfying and it only keeps getting better to the point you feel there’s a possibility of you braking down.

“J-Jungsu.. gonna… I—“

The cushion muffles your whine when his hips freeze while yours are pushed all the way down his cock, kept steady in one place.

Jungsu pants heavily in your ear from delaying his climax.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” He caresses your hair after one of his hands moves up your back. “But I want to feel you a little bit longer.”

He humms in bliss from the way you clench around him, as you rest on top of his chest. He keeps twitching and teasing your walls too; you’re both so close to cumming, but if you do, you know you’ll have to return to the party.

Just when Jungsu shifts his feet to start moving again, you unexpectedly speak out.

“I lied,” you mutter, lifting a little bit to face his confused expression. “Not to you, to my ex. All of my orgasms were fake.”

Jungsu’s suspicious features soften after you finish your sentence.

“I had to pretend every time and finish myself off while he was in the shower.”

He blinks at you a few times, as his pretty reddened lips slid upwards the more you speak. He cannot resist the laughter, remembering all the times he heard you acting your orgasms from the other side of the wall. You did an impressive job.

The lazy laughter slips from his lips, and it sounds so addictive you can’t help, but laugh along with him. You manage to catch your breath after his hands cup your warm face.

“I won’t let this happen to you again, beautiful.”

As your bodies stick to each other from sweat, he gently moves your hips up a bit, and wraps his arms tightly around your figure. His eyes stop on your soft parted lips, and drink from your whimpers after his cock meets your g-spot once again.

This time the rush comes in an even more overwhelming wave. It washes over you, forcing Jungsu to quicken his hips as much as possible.

You cuss under your breath when his hand grabs a handful of your hair to pull on. The rough, but still gentle action makes the sensation even better. You don’t even realise when you’ve started whining his name again, but Jungsu did. It sounds so captivating coming from your mouth in such weak pleasing melody.

He can get used to it.

“F-Fuck… Should I…”

“Cum inside me,” you cut him off. “Please, cum inside me, Jung—“

Jungsu buries his face against your neck. Your skin muffles his last few moans, as he shoots his orgasm the second he hears your begging. His fingers grip on your hair and hips harshly, as you reach your peak not long after. Your walls hug around him tightly from overstimulation while he loads up your hole with his warm essence.

It feels heavenly. Your heart races so quick, as if it’s close to bursting from having to bare such intense emotions.

You’re not able to resist the temptation to glide on Jungsu’s length a few times, feeling his cum spill from you all the way down.

You look into each other’s faces - flushed, woozy and glistening from sweat and lust.

Your eyes widen at the same time when you hear everyone from the living room starting to count the remaining seconds to midnight, and the sound of the fireworks exploding in the sky.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

#dinna’s holiday special #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdh smut #xh hard hours #jungsu smut #jungsu hard thoughts #jungsu x reader #xdinary heroes x reader

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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 months

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Rating: T Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, Judd Ryder, Mateo Chavez, Nancy Gillian, Paul Strickland, Marjan Marwan Read on AO3

“Hey.”

It’s only one word, but T.K. knows that kind of “hey” all too well. He stifles a smile, the one he knows is charming and flirty and will get him whatever he wants, as he turns around to look at the man standing next to him at the bar.

He’s got dark hair, a sharp, angular chin, and he’s wearing a look that says he’s interested. Very interested.

“Hey,” T.K. says back, immediately looking away and trying to signal the bartender again.

“What’s your name?” the guy asks, moving a step closer under the pretense of leaning up against the bar.

“T.K.,” he says, still going for nonchalant.

“T.K.” The man tests it out on his tongue and nods, apparently finding it palatable. “Does that stand for something?”

T.K. bites his bottom lip, still trying to smother how much joy this interaction is bringing him. “Yeah. It does.”

The other guy nods, a flirty smile breaking out on his own face. He likes that T.K. is playing hard to get. “I’m Alejandro.”

“Nice to meet you,” T.K. says, settling down onto the barstool when it becomes clear the bartender is busy and won’t be taking his order for a while.

“You come here a lot?” Alejandro asks, completely locked onto T.K. despite the noise of the room and the other people jostling into them as they vie for drinks and snacks.

“Once in a while,” T.K. says. He nods his head toward a table across the room. “I’m here with some friends.”

“Cool,” Alejandro replies. “Can I buy you a drink?”

It’s very forward and T.K. loves it. Now he lets his smile out full force, dazzling the other man. “You don’t even know me.”

“But I’d like to,” Alejandro says, taking another half step closer. “Come on. It’s a free drink.”

“What if I told you I’m with someone?”

“Is he here?”

“No.”

“Then I’d say what’s the harm in making a new friend?”

T.K. practically chokes on the laugh he’s holding in. “That’s bold.”

Alejandro’s eyes rake over the floral pattern on T.K.’s button up. “Something tells me you like bold.”

“I do,” T.K. tells him as he finally gets the bartender’s attention.

“So? A drink then? Just one?”

T.K. places an order for himself and Marjan then looks back at him. “You’re very sweet. But I have to get back to my friends.”

Alejandro shrugs, looking bummed but understanding. “Next time maybe.”

“Yeah, maybe,” T.K. says, sending him a wink as he collects the 126’s drinks and heads back to the table.

“You having fun over there?” Paul asks as T.K. hands Marjan her drink.

“More like leaving a trail of broken hearts behind,” Marjan says with a laugh.

“I can’t help it if people like to look,” T.K. says, fully aware that he’s got a self-satisfied smile on his face.

“That guy’s lucky Carlos isn’t here,” Judd says from where he’s nursing his second beer of the evening. “Not sure how he’d feel about somebody making a pass at his new husband.”

“Well I didn’t see any of you coming over to try and help,” T.K. tells them pointedly, turning his glass of seltzer around in his hand, the condensation making his fingers slick.

“You know, they say as soon as a guy gets married it immediately makes him more attractive,” Mateo says around a mouthful of pretzels.

Nancy furrows her brow. “Who says that babe?”

“You know, studies. Or people or something.”

The entire table looks at him incredulously. “What?” Mateo asks. “I’m telling you, I’ve heard people say that!”

“Somebody’s been spending too much time on TikTok,” Paul says, giving him the side eye.

“Where is Carlos tonight anyway?” Marjan asks. “I thought he was coming.”

“His shift ran over and he has a headache,” T.K. says, checking his phone again to make sure he hasn’t missed any communications from his husband.

Carlos had called while they were on their way to the bar to let T.K. know he was wiped from his shift and not up to going out. But he’d assured T.K. he was fine and told him in no uncertain terms to go and have fun with their friends.

“He said next time for sure,” T.K. tells them.

“Wow, you chose us over your brand new husband?” Marjan says. “I’m flattered.”

“You know some people might take that as a sign the honeymoon period is over,” Judd says.

“Oh it’s definitely not.” T.K. grins as he chomps on the straw of his drink.

“Yeah I caught them making out in the bunk room last week,” Paul says with a roll of his eyes.

“It was our one month anniversary,” T.K. says with a shrug.

“That is not a reason to be half naked in a communal area,” Paul shoots back.

T.K. scoffs. “We weren’t half naked.”

“Well you were when I went to the kitchen for a glass of water in the middle of the night,” Judd says.

“And when we got to your place early for our hang on Tuesday,” Nancy chimes in.

“Maybe you should have knocked,” T.K. says.

“Maybe you should have put a sock on the door,” Mateo says.

“Or you know, locked it. Like normal people,” Marjan adds.

“I can’t help it that Carlos and I have a thriving, healthy marriage and the rest of y’all are jealous,” T.K. tells them.

Internally he’s glowing. Carlos would be mortified if heard this conversation, but T.K. is thrilled to have their love fully on display. It’s not his fault that his husband is so dead sexy that T.K. wants to jump his bones anytime they’re in the same room.

The group rags on him a little longer and he takes it all in stride before begging off early to get home to said husband, which earns him more teasing. The word “whipped” gets coughed out by several people and he throws a wadded up napkin at Mateo’s head as revenge before he heads out the door.

The living room light is still on when he walks in and he smiles softly. Carlos always makes sure their home looks warm and inviting for him, even if he’s already gone to bed.

T.K. puts away his work things and quietly creeps into the kitchen to grab a water to take to bed, wincing when he accidentally rattles a couple of pyrex containers full of leftovers in the fridge. He tiptoes softly across the living room, carefully sliding open the door to their bedroom as quietly as possible. “Oh, you’re awake,” he says in surprise.

Carlos is sitting up in bed, shirt off, glasses on, a book in his hand. It’s another smutty romance novel; this one has a yellow cover with a couple kissing on the front. Only his nightstand light is on, emitting a soft glow that blends in with the light of the living room, which is why T.K. didn’t notice he was still awake.

“I am,” Carlos says, setting his book down. “How was your night out?”

“Fun,” T.K. says, slipping out of his shoes and looking pointedly at his husband as he puts them away in their appropriate spot. “How’s your headache?”

“Better,” Carlos says. “I took some ibuprofen and it helped.”

“Okay good,” T.K. says again as he searches through his side of the wardrobe for a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. “Did you get dinner?”

“I had the leftover chicken adobo.” His eyes follow T.K.’s path around the room. “Anything interesting happen?”

“At the bar?” T.K. shrugs bringing his pajamas along with him as he settles on the edge of the bed. “Not really. Mateo almost knocked over all the drinks. Paul got tipsy and waxed poetic about Asha. Marj was overly competitive at darts. The usual.”

“That’s all?”

It’s an odd response and something in Carlos’ tone makes T.K.’s insides do that fluttery thing they only do for his husband. He cocks his head to the side and looks at him curiously. “I think so. Something on your mind?”

Carlos reaches over to his nightstand and grabs his phone, thumbing open a text and passing it to T.K. It’s a message from Paul with a picture of T.K. at the bar, Alejandro looking appreciatively at him while T.K. smiles back. The text reads, “You better come get your man before somebody else tries to snap him up.”

T.K. is extremely unsuccessful at hiding his smile. He’d intended to share the finer details of the evening with Carlos himself, but hopefully Paul beating him to the punch won’t ruin the fun he’d been planning on from the moment Alejandro had sidled up next to him. “Oh that.”

“Yes that,” Carlos says, taking his phone back. He’s oddly calm, like the stillness that settles into the Austin air right before a storm. It masquerades as peaceful, but there’s an undercurrent of electricity buzzing through the room. T.K.’s heart begins to beat a little faster in anticipation.

“Care to share what was going on there?” Carlos asks.

“Just some guy in a bar,” T.K. tells him, deeply enjoying where this is about to go. “He was just being friendly.”

“Friendly,” Carlos says. “With my husband.”

T.K. shrugs. “People like me.”

Something flashes in Carlos’ eyes and it sends hot, delicious shivers down T.K.’s spine. “Where was your ring?”

T.K. reaches into his shirt. “Right here.”

He pulls out the chain that holds his 252 medallion, his ring dangling next to it. Always close to his heart, even when he can’t wear it on his finger.

“You didn’t put it back on after work?”

“I must have forgotten,” T.K. tells him, trying for coy and innocent.

Carlos leans forward a little bit, hooking his finger into the chain and using it to draw T.K. toward him. “I think you’re lying to me Tyler.”

“Lying? To my husband? I would never,” T.K. tells him, nearly bursting into laughter and messing up this entire charade.

“I think,” Carlos says, his voice low and dangerous, “that you flirted with that guy in the bar on purpose.”

“Now why,” T.K. says, thrilled that he has Carlos exactly where he wants him, “would I do that?”

“Because,” Carlos says, giving the chain a gentle tug, “you know how it makes me feel. And you like it because you’re a fucking minx.”

“Are you feeling a little jealous husband?” T.K. asks in amusement.

Carlos wraps his entire hand around the chain and pulls T.K. in, lips finding his in a kiss that’s full of teeth and tongue. “I’ll take that as a yes,” T.K. says breathlessly when they come apart.

“You’re damn right I’m jealous.” Carlos practically growls it. “Stop flirting with other men in bars T.K.”

T.K. smiles at him. “Where would the fun be in that?”

Carlos snorts and rolls his eyes. “One night. I stay home for one night and this is how you behave. What am I going to do with you?”

“You could take my clothes off,” T.K. says, aware of the eagerness in his tone. “That would be a good start. Show Alejandro what he has to be jealous of.”

“Oh Alejandro huh?” Carlos asks, already sitting up on his knees and reaching for T.K.’s waist.

“Mhmm, Alejandro.” T.K.’s eyes drop to Carlos’ mouth for a fraction of a second before they come together again, hot and hard and everything T.K. loves.

Carlos rolls him down into the mattress, kissing and kissing and kissing until neither of them can breathe or think clearly. “You’re mine,” Carlos whispers to him, a promise, a certainty. “Not Alejandro’s or anyone else’s.”

“I’m yours,” T.K. promises back. “Only, always yours.”

#Tarlos #I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you #Jealous Carlos #TK Strand #Carlos Reyes #911 Lone Star #911lsfic

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c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s · 6 months

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Ay yo this isn’t my norm but I had a good time. Def gonna make a part 2

NSFW below

Knocking on the as you stand outside of your boyfriends house, you wait patiently. Scuffling your shoes on the ground making little circle patterns on the concrete.

The door unlocks and reveals a pink haired boy.

“Oh hi!” He says “you must be Choso’s girl! Come in”

“Thanks!” You reply and follow him in.

With an upbeat casual tone yuji introduces himself. “Choso is in the kitchen if you want to join him”

“Sure thanks yuji” you walk into the kitchen to see your boyfriend in a loose tee cooking noodles.

“Hey love” he leans over to kiss you on the cheek, hands never leaving the pot.

“Hey” you smirk and lean against the counter. Glad to be in his presence but a little nervous to be spending time with his family. He hadn’t let you this close yet so getting a glimpse into his life was nice.

Choso nods for you to go wait in the living room. “Go, relax, get to know yuji some more.” His face is soft and he pushes at your cheek with his nose before kissing you. Heavy lidded eyes peer into yours as he pulls away.

You walk into the living room and sit next to Yuji on the couch. Laughing and having a good time while Choso cooks ramen.

After a while Choso calls you both into the dining room “Dinners ready!”

Such a casual sound from his lips, you know it’s an authentic action, something he does for his brother regularly.

Sitting down at the table across from Yuji, Choso pulls out the chair next to you. You all serve yourself, drinking a bit of wine and eating.

“Choso You’re an incredible cook”

“Yeah he’s always making something for me” yuji pipes in.

Choso’s hand rests on your thigh and he kisses your cheek at the compliment.

“Thank you” he says as his hand moves to your bare skin.

You look at him raising an eyebrow. He usually doesn’t get handsy while yuji is around but you had voiced a liking for public activity recently. Maybe he was laying on the moves?

Brushing the thought aside you ask “Yuji, how’s school going?”

Doing your best to keep up with his energetic self you feel Choso slip his hand up under your dress a little further. Keeping your face neutral you just try and pay attention to Yujis story.

Choso’s pinky finger toys with the hem of your panties and a heat sears your cheeks. Stuffing your mouth with noodles to keep your mouth full and keep you from making lewd noises at the dinner table.. in front of his brother.

Slipping his middle finger inside your panties a little more he pushes into your folds. Playing with the wetness along your skin. His face is absolutely unwavering and it sends a blush across your chest knowing he can do this and be so cool. He must love watching you squirm.

And your thought is confirmed as his eyes flick to you. Pushing two fingers in you up to the second knuckle. Letting it rest a moment before pumping in and out a little.

You smile and nod at something yuji said. Trying to keep composure you look at Choso and make a sour face. Trying to send your thoughts of ‘I’m gonna murder you in bed tonight’ over to his brain.

And he gets the hint but just speeds up. You, trying to keep quiet, rest your mouth on the back of your hand, elbow propped up on the table.

Choso just scoots closer and dips his finger further inside your squishy walls. But your thighs respond by clenching around his hand. And you let out a huff, the sigh you’ve been holding on to for a while now disguised.

Yuji might have caught on but he’s still telling you about some stuff at school. Choso looks so neutral about all this and you can’t take it anymore. Putting your hand on his arm you say “I have to use the restroom. Will you both excuse me?” And you finish with a wink to your boyfriend

@missphanosaur18

#choso kamo #jjk choso #choso x you #choso x female reader #choso x reader #choso smut

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judethejudas · 1 year

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‘Feelings’ MW2 Ghost x Male! Reader

Some very angsty sad fluff for baby boy tonight.

WARNING: swearing, alcohol, slight violence, very depressing themes. MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

Ghost needed a break.

One. Long. Fucking break.

The man let out an exasperated sigh and held his head in his hands, with propped up elbows at the bar.

Price had encouraged the man to take a.. mental health leave. While Ghost would’ve loved the time off, he didn’t want go because everyone thought he was losing it.

He wasn’t losing it.

But he would if he heard one more person from task 141 tell him how drained he must be or that he should take a break to cool down, relax himself.

‘Just call it a vacation and leave it at that, don’t make it sound like I’m cracking’ Ghost thought, rubbing his temples before downing another shot.

“Need another?”

Ghost didn’t even take an upward glance as he motioned with his hand for another shot. The bartender obliged and filled his glass.

“Rough night?”

“What gave it away.” The masked man grumbled, before gulping his liquor and setting down the glass— to which it was filled just as quickly as it was swallowed.

“Well, this would be your seventh shot and you haven’t fallen out of your seat yet. That’s quite the tab you’re racking up.”

“I don’t care.”

“Of course not, but I think a man who can hold his liquor as well as you do deserves a free shot or more. It’s on the house.”

Now Ghost had enough interest to see just who was offering him such kindness.

He took hold of his glass and let his dark eyes glance up to the bartender.

Obviously he was a man. Most likely between his mid 20s to early 30s, (s/c) skin though hard to be accurate in a dim bar, and (e/c) that held what looked like concern from a friend.

Like he was looking at members from his team.

“What’s your name?” Ghost looked back down at his shot before drinking it swiftly. Not wanting to see Price or Soap’s face in the man in front of him.

“(Y/n), and you?”

Ghost pondered his answer for a moment. He didn’t trust complete strangers to tell them his real name. He didn’t see the point since he’d most likely never see this man again, but if that was the case and they’d never meet again..

Then what the hell.

“Simon.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Simon. Now I don’t want to push my luck here but you seem to be down. Like I’m getting depressed just looking at you, that kind of down.” You said as you wiped the the area near him, a few spills from the rowdy customers you had a short while ago. “This bar won’t kick you out for having a sob story so if you need to talk, I’m listening. Also I’m certain there are a few drunkies around who would love to give you a hug.” You joked, even chuckling to yourself as you did recall a moment where that happened.

“I’m not starved for affection, but you’re right I suppose, haven’t been feeling like rainbows and roses lately.” Ghost sighed, sounding exhausted when he talked. It took him a few moments to gather the right words and not sound like an asshole.

“… I have a feeling my mates back at base think I’m going nuts. They want me to take a leave for a while to straighten myself out. I know I’ve wanted a small break but not for that reason… it sounds silly out loud since I know I can just take a normal vacation on a mental health leave but..”

“You’re afraid if you take the leave then you’ll be seen as weak?”

Ghost stared down at his glass, his finger absentmindedly rimming the edge in thought.

“… yeah.”

You yourself could see that the man in front of you definitely needed a break. You could also see what his friends could see.

A tired man.

Who constantly avoids his feelings because he doesn’t want to be seen as someone who can’t fend for himself, or for others. Especially when that was his job.

“You know, it takes a strong man to admit to others that he needs help, but it takes an even stronger man to admit that to himself. Even when he doesn’t want to.”

Simon stopped his pointless motion with the glass, choosing only to stare at its emptiness and think to himself. Your words made sense. He took offense when Price told him about the mental health leave because he thought he was fine. He had carried on for many years burying his trauma and emotion so he thought he could continue that forever.

He couldn’t.

“I’m fine.” He muttered out.

You bit back a reply, not wanting to push answers out of him. Even though you knew Simon needed to let it out.

Whatever it was he was keeping inside.

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Hours passed in the bar.

Simon was still drinking. Just beer for now, he needed to slow down on the shots. He knew his limits..

Right?

“Simon?”

The British man grunted, forcing his head up to the side to look at you. He was quite drunk now.

“It’s time to go home, buddy. Everyone’s left, it’s just us.”

Ghost grumbled incoherent things and attempted to get out of the seat, but stumbled and nearly fell to the floor.

“Hey- easy now, I got you.” You said as draped arm over your shoulder to support him. Ghost couldn’t protest the help and just let you lead him outside the bar.

“Want me to call you a cab?”

“No..”

“Alright.. we’ll just walk around for a bit and wait for you to sober up a little.”

The two of you walked down the street, with the peace of the night following and the occasional streetlight leading to who knows where.

Soon Ghost was able to sort of walk on his own, he didn’t need your arm anymore so the two of you walked side by side in silence.

“Im sorry if I pushed you earlier to talk.. I know now you truly value your privacy and I’ll respect it-“

“It’s fine.” The brunet cut in as he rubbed his head, feeling a slight headache coming on.

It was quiet again.

But it felt right. It wasn’t awkward to either of you, it actually felt comfortable.

Your eyes glanced over to Simon, seeing him slowly regain his senses now that he was taking in the fresh air and clearing his head. His eyebrows weren’t furrowed like before, the lines around his mouth not being so harsh, there was no reason to scowl now.

He looked at peace.

His eyes then met your gaze and you quickly looked away.

“What?”

“Nothing..”

“Liar.”

You chuckled, knowing you were never the best at lying or concealing your emotions. Ghost was a master at that and you could tell.

“You just look more calm now. Did you really need a drink or just a walk?”

Now Ghost was the one laughing a bit.

“Probably a bad call with the booze but I do feel better now.”

“I’m glad, you deserve a little rest from life.”

It was a few steps forward that you realized you weren’t hearing him beside you.

Quickly stopping to turn around, you saw Simon standing in place, looking down at the concrete with exhaustion. But not from the walk.

“Simon?”

“…”

“Hey.. are you okay?”

“Do I really deserve it?”

He asked in a low, mellow tone, just hardly able to hear him. You didn’t quite understand what he meant.

“Everything that I’ve done.. everything that’s happened to me. What if I deserved that?”

You stood there in silence, letting him speak his mind.

“Maybe I don’t get a break from life because I’m being punished for something.. I don’t mind that, I’ve done a lot in life that I should be paying for.. but.. I just want to know.. what I did.. What did I do?”

You could hear his voice breaking a little at the end. He was fighting back his emotions, his need to let it out. He didn’t want to be weak.

“I don’t understand..” He gritted his teeth, covering his eyes to try to stop the tears from falling. But he couldn’t. Not anymore.

“Let it out, Simon.”

Ghost pulled his hand away from his face to look back at you with tears dampening his cheeks. He saw yours too. Your own tears welling up in your (e/c) eyes.

“What..” The brunet breathed out, only now just realizing he was being vulnerable.

Being weak.

He growled, charging at the other man and pushing him against the wall, his forearm pressing against the other’s throat.

“Fuck you.. I don’t need to let anything out. I told you I’m fine. I’m alright. But you won’t listen to me! Who the fuck do you think you are..?!” Ghost sneered, his arm pressing harder into your flesh.

You didn’t move, you didn’t fight him.

Ghost felt your hand holding onto his shoulder.

And he realized what he was doing.

“I’m…” He started, but didn’t finish. He took his arm away immediately and you let out a shaky breath, lightly rubbing at your throat. He was still close to you.

The two of you stared at each other in silence.

“… I’m sorry.” He whispered, and you nodded.

“It’s okay, Simon.”

You two kept looking at each other. Seeing the pain in one and the acceptance and care in the other. You allowed him to feel. All the pent up anger and sadness inside. You didn’t punish him for feeling.

He felt human. So human and alive for what felt like the first time in his life. He had no reason to hide.

Simon slowly leaned in.

And so did you.

Your lips connected in a soft kiss. Your hand still resting on his shoulder and his coming up to gently hold your hip.

The tears started pouring again and Simon trembled, but still not leaving you.

He knew he needed this.

And you were more than happy to help.

__________________

NO I’m not crying but I bet you are.

T-T

I need a drink.

#cod #cod ghost #Simon Riley #mw2 ghost #mw2 #ghost x male!reader #ghost x reader

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