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mcondance · 11 months

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come close; hobie brown

getting high and talking about anarchy with some old 90's shit playing is a crazy way to fall for someone. but it happens.

pairing hobie brown x Black!afab!fem! reader

contents lots of weed, different terms for weed (mary jane, cess), talks of killing politicians (y’all r both anarchists so.), masturbation (both you and hobie), making out, fingering, riding, missionary, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex (they're horny man dwbi), dirty talk, cervix kissing, lotsssss of praise, porn with plot (sorry i love plot 🙏🏾)

words 4.7k.. back on my longer fic shit!

warnings reader wears lipgloss, barely proofread so if you see any mistakes pls shoot me an ask!, umm i use the n word once!, i’m also,, not that great at writing his voice yet so.. hope it’s at least sorta accurate :3

extras the form i wrote this in is kinda,, unique igs but it flows rlly well i feel.

song shoutouts special thanks to lipstick lover by janelle monae, come close by common and mary j. blige, and green eyes by erykah badu!

signing off happy father’s day to hobie 🫶🏾

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not quite plug!hobie, but hobie who always has weed, who you smoke with the first time you buy from him.

you usually don’t smoke with randoms, but you hear some old 90's rap playing from inside his car, and he invites you in when you comment on it.

"what you know bout this?" you ask with a smile.

"a lot, actually. you wanna smoke and listen?"

not quite plug!hobie who's fine as fuck as he sits opposite you in his ride, tall and darkskin with cool ass hair. wild ass accent and even wilder style, but he makes it work. his music taste adds on to his overall allure.

but his political views? god. the charm in the shape of a little 'a' surrounded by a circle hanging from his mirror lets you know that he ain't like these other niggas.

he's an anarchist. so far, you're the only anarchist you know. it's so rare to find someone who has the same values as you.

not quite plug!hobie who's car you leave with music recs clumsily typed into your notes, and someone to talk about politics with, though you're too shy to text the pretty boy with the good weed, so you're sure it'll never happen.

not quite plug!hobie who texts you when you get home to make sure you arrived safely.

"driving while high ain't safe, ya know? you at home?"

"i've done it before. i made it home."

not quite plug!hobie who's so nice to you, complimenting your outfits and hair, even noticing when you meet him the 3rd time with a new style.

not quite plug! hobie who you find out has been giving you discounts when your friends ask if you ever bought from him after their recommendation, and you run them in on the details. you think it’s just cause y’all smoked the first time you ever bought from him and you bonded over political views and music. you don’t think nothing else of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you find yourself thinking about more and more often, ever since that first time y'all smoked together.

not quite plug!hobie who finds himself in the same predicament.

not quite plug!hobie who answers the door on your 6th buy in a pair of red sweats and a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lanky frame, hair tied up with a blue shoe string. he invites you into his crib, citing reasons of having no one else to talk to about his views with. after all, it's the first time you both have time to sit and talk and listen to music instead of a quick deal since that first time.

not quite plug!hobie who you get faded as fuck with, this time sharing a joint on his janky couch, heavy hands brushing against each other with each pass. he tries to ignore the aching in his very core every time you speak your mind, your aligning politics driving him crazy.

you mirror him, shaking off the.. arousal?.. no, it can't be. you can't be getting all heated just cause a man is an anarchist. whatever. just ignore it.

not quite plug!hobie who laughs when you tell him straight up, “people aren’t killing politicians anymore. that’s our fuckin’ problem.”

"really? you're wild. but i get it."

"course you do." you nod, taking another drag of the joint. erykah badu's "green eyes" is playing quietly in the background of your convo. hobie starts laughing.

"what?" you smile.

"song's called green eyes, right? well we got red eyes." it's corny and wouldn't be funny if you two weren't high as shit, but you are high as shit, so it's fucking hilarious.

not quite plug!hobie who's eyes linger on you as he pulls laugh after laugh out of your chest with his snarky little jokes.

not quite plug!hobie who walks you to your car after your smoke session, telling you to get home safely. he passes out after his head hits the bed, that after smoke sleep being some of the best he's ever had. he tries to chase you out of his mind as he succumbs to the cess.

not quite plug!hobie who lights a joint and then pulls his dick out the next day, hard and heavy, and strokes it thinking about his pretty little client— friend? whatever — hips stuttering as he wraps his hand around his thick base. he's tried to shake you off, went all day distracting himself with this and that, but it's not working.

not quite plug!hobie who cums in white spurts splattering on his chest to the thought of making you cum in a room filled with smoke, some old r&b playin as he dicks you down the way he's been wanting to since the first time your pretty ass came to him asking for some weed. he wants you bent over on the end of his bed, eyes low and red while he fills you up and fucks you good, gives you his dick like he feels you so rightfully deserve.

not quite plug!hobie who you seriously can't stop thinking of. last night's smoke session has you on edge, so you light another joint, but weed always gets you horny, so when you slip your fingers into your panties and touch yourself to the thought of the pretty darkskin boy with the piercings and cool hair pushing his fat cock into your pretty hole, you blame it on the mary jane sitting pretty in your veins.

the fault lies in the mary jane for making you think about him laid on top of you, talking you through it as he damn near kisses your cervix, his wiry hands roaming your body. the fault lies in the mary jane for having your legs shaking, imagining your pretty plug folding you in half and ruining you, leaving you and your cunt sore and satisfied and dripping his cum.

not quite plug!hobie who cleans up while telling himself that he can't do this again, that you're not interested in him.

not quite plug!hobie who you block out of your mind as you shower. what you did wasn't right. it won't happen again.

not quite plug!hobie who you don’t buy from for a minute, cause you’re trying to stop smoking so much, for a while. you still keep in contact with him, though. daily texts, funny memes, and of course talks of anarchy. one day, you call him “bee” instead of hobie, and it sticks. he likes it.

not quite plug!hobie… who you fuck yourself to again, this time slipping three fingers inside your greedy cunt to satiate the need for him. it’s almost every night, and it’s a different fantasy every time.

in the backseat of his car, bent over on his counter, pressed into his couch cushions. your head pressing into your pillows while visions of hobie’s lips pressed to your ear praising you endlessly for being his good girl and taking him so well torment you. you’re insatiable, but when you text you have to pretend like you don’t want his piercing scraping against your clit as he eats you like a man starved.

not quite plug!hobie who has the same dilemma as you.. he can’t even go a couple of hours without growing hard in his sweats, glimpses of you spread out on his bed with your thighs thrown over his shoulders, or you face down ass up, sobbing in pure ecstasy. it’s not made better by y’all’s constant texting, more and more of your personality being revealed to him each day.

you both share one brain, really. and that one brain finds each other attractive, of course, but it’s not just that. it’s not just pure lust. you two have more in common than anyone you’ve ever met, and that sinks ache and want so deep into you that every night and day is spent trying to rid yourselves of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you buy from again almost two weeks later, two weeks that were filled with funny conversations and deep discussions of politics through text. two weeks that solidify the growing feelings you have for each other. this time, he’s wearing a pair of blue sweats and a tight black tee, and his hair is tied up just like the first time you came to his house. this time, brandy’s playing throughout his crib.

you’ve only known each other for about two months, but it feels like longer, for the both of you. you take your seat on the couch as he grabs his stash and his papers, pulling out one paper to roll up.

not quite plug!hobie who sits a little bit closer than he did last time. he smells good. your head is swimming already.

not quite plug!hobie who lights up and then lets you take the first hit, watching you wrap your glossy lips around the joint like he doesn’t wish they were wrapped around his dick instead. you pass the joint to him and settle onto the couch, raking your eyes over his lanky frame, and what you swear is a hard-on. no way. it has to be the weed.

he settles back onto the couch too, extending his long arms on the back. his arm comes up behind your head, and you rest your head on it, smiling dopily when he directs his hazy gaze your way. his playlist must have ended. you're left with him and your thoughts.

“you’re funny, you know?” he says through a breath of smoke, passing the joint to you.

“yeah?” you reply, hitting it again. “everyone tells me i’m just corny.”

“you’re not corny. you’re pretty hilarious, if i’m bein’ honest.”

and there it is again.

not quite plug!hobie whose words light that fire in you again, the fire that you’ve been dousing every night for the past two fucking weeks. fuck, not here. not now. you grab the joint from him in an attempt to push more weed into your system to flush him out, but you meet his pretty fuckin’ brown eyes and they’re low and his lips looks so good and he smells so good and suddenly you’re asking not quite plug who you’re two seconds away from fucking!hobie why he’s been charging you less than everyone else who buys from him and why he invited you into his car and into his house, twice.

and not quite plug who really wants to kiss you right now!hobie can’t even joke and twist his way out of this one. he’s tired of cumming alone to the thought of you. the worst you can do is leave. but the best? god, so many things.

“'s cause i think you’re pretty. n' i really wanna kiss you right now.”

“then do it.”

not quite plug!hobie who tastes like weed and chocolate. the hand that was resting on the back of the couch finds it’s way to the small of your back, fingers drawing nonsensical shapes into it. your hands find his knee and his neck as you press your lips into his. you slide closer to him, and then he’s using the hand resting on your back to push you into his lap, hands settling on your hips as you settle above him, your hands circling around his neck.

“how long?” you ask between kisses.

“since the day you walked up to my car.” he responds quietly, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. he’s quick to trap your lips again.

god, he is hard. and he’s big, you can feel him pressing against the inside of your thigh. you hold your tongue, figuring you could deal with that later. right now, you just need to get out what you’ve been keeping in since the day you two met and you spotted the little ‘a’ hanging from his mirror.

the kiss grows deeper and he grows a little less shy, starting to use his hands gripping your waist to grind you against him. heat floods you when you realize that he's pulling you onto his cock, pressing your cunt against him, separated by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts.

you find his rhythm, falling into the pattern of his soft pushes and presses, a gentle lull of bodies moving against each other that makes you even more comfortable than you already are. soft little groans escaping the both of you, mixing with the smoke and infatuation in the air.

he lets you move the way you want, lithe fingers tracing up your back, hovering over where your hair falls onto your neck. he keeps kissing you for a minute, seemingly frozen. but then he's pulling away to speak, "can i- can i touch your hair?"

you stop moving with a smile. you nod. "yeah. thanks for asking." you kiss him again.

"course, love." he nods, and then he kisses you again. his long fingers snake into your hair, gently and softly. he strokes his hands through your locks, in time with your kisses and the movements of your hips that have started again. hands migrating from his neck, sliding down his chest, laying flat-palmed. your fingers slide under his tee, curling and gripping to pull him ever closer to you.

not quite plug!hobie who could kiss you forever. you could too, but you want more. you need him. so you pull away just a little, murmur "can feel you against me." chills rack through him at your words.

"i know. 'm so hard, darlin'." he pushes his hips up just a little, drawing a muffled whine from you.

"been wantin' you so bad.." you trail off. hobie takes it upon himself to move his hands from your hair to the waistband of your shorts, eyes fixed on yours, watching your every move. you nod, giving him permission to snake his fingers into your shorts, fingers that are met with no resistance.

"no panties? did'ya plan this, doll?" he smiles, slim fingers exploring your wetness, doing what he can with the limited space.

"mhm." you shake your head. "'s more comfortable." he hums in agreement. he circles your clit with his middle finger, dipping towards your entrance to collect more slick. you push down against his fingers, causing him to have to crane his wrist to reach you.

"can we take these off? can't touch you the way i wanna." you blush, averting your eyes to focus on the hand that disappears into your shorts.

"yeah." you breathe shakily, standing up and letting hobie pull them down your legs, hands on his shoulders as balance. your shirt is long, and it falls down to give you some modesty. hobie throws your shorts somewhere behind you before he leans back, giving you space to sit back down.

he looks so fucking good, brown eyes staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he reaches out for you, pulling you back into his lap by your hips. his hand disappears under your shirt while his lips find yours again, exploring you more freely this time.

"so wet, doll." he murmurs between one kiss and another, smiling when you whine. his fingers move at different speeds, pressing in different areas and circling at different speeds until he finds a combination that makes you jolt against him, whining "bee."

"thaaaaat's it, love." this time, you don't return your lips to his, instead tucking your head into his neck as you hump shamelessly against his hand, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your thigh. "keep going, baby," he urges, "show me how it feels."

and you do. you shiver and shake and whine and groan in pleasure, pressing kisses in his brown skin as he touches you the way he touched himself thinking about.

not quite plug!hobie who presses his thumb into your clit, sliding his hand farther down to tease your drooling hole. "'s wet, love. g'na feel so good 'round me." you moan loudly at that, at the thought of your fantasies coming true. you cant your hips down, sliding down his fingers until they're seated inside you, stroking gently at your sensitive walls.

pulling them out softly, he curls his fingers, twisting his wrist as you whine and mouth at his neck. "'s okay. you can bite." he nods, catching onto what you were holding yourself back from. you still don't, resign to licking and sucking instead.

until his fingers catch the spongy spot inside you, and your teeth are sinking into the column. "fuck," you damn near shout, pushing yourself onto his hand. he groans in response, pleased to be pleasing you and indulging in the pain you inflict on him. thumb on your clit and fingers playing with that spot, he brings his other hand from your hip to your hair to soothe you, to ground you.

it's sweet, really, his hand in your hair while the other one touches you the way you've been dreaming of. coos and hums meet your ears, soft sounds of affirmation egging you on to let yourself get lost in the pleasure he delivers you. arousal steadily dripping out of your hole, hobie's fingers sliding easier and easier inside you until he can pull out and slip right back in.

"you're so pretty, dove, fuckin' dreamgirl." he murmurs, staring down at your pretty face, arched eyebrows turned down in ecstasy, lips parted. the praise takes you closer and closer to the edge, his deep voice reverberating throughout your entire being, the pangs of arousal in your clit growing harder and faster. you're close.

you're so goddamn close to cumming for a boy you just wanted to buy from. his long fingers reach deep, deeper than you could ever even dream of. “hobie- i- i’m g’na-” you stutter against his neck, hips stuttering against his fingers.

“‘s okay, love, cum. i’m right here.” the rubber band snaps, and you're tightening your thighs around his hand while you shake and shiver, eyes closed tight with soft whines of "hobie, god it feels so good" tumbling from your lips. you tighten around his fingers, too, squeeze him so tight he winces, cause he just knows you're gonna feel so good wrapped around him. he pushes that thought away, though, focused on helping you ride out your orgasm.

fingers pressing into your clit and that spot inside you, he makes sure to milk every last second of your climax, eyes fixed on your ethereal features. aftershocks still racking through you, you finally open your eyes, and he takes it as a sign to gently pull his fingers out of you and wipe them on his sweats, and you shudder at the feeling.

"that was. . so much better than i imagined. n' i imagined it being pretty good." you smile and giggle, placing a kiss on his neck. he laughs in response, raising his eyebrows at your confession.

"bet i'm a better fuck than you imagined, too." the air in the room shifts again, and suddenly you're aware of his cock pressed against your thigh through his sweats again.

"bet you are."

you raise up, kissing him again as your hands find the waistband of his sweats and invite themselves in, meeting his dick that's been hard since you first sat down on his couch. "and i'm the one who planned this? you're free-balling." you murmur against his lips, and he mirrors your words from earlier.

"'s more comfortable, 's all— fuck." he's cut off when you pull his cock out of his sweats and run your finger over his pretty brown tip, dipping into his slit. his hips thrust up, chasing your soft hand. "g'na drive me crazy." he almost whines, jerking against you when you swipe your thumb against his aching tip again.

"just returnin' the favor." you shoot back, raising up to hover over him, swiping his leaking dick through your wetness. he wraps his hand around his thick base, moving in time with your teasing strokes. "you're big." you groan, hesitating to seat yourself on him.

"i know, doll, you can take it though. we'll make you take it." he speaks into your clothed chest, muffled and horny, and you’re sure he means what he says. you drip even more at his words, sticky slick wetting his fat tip.

not quite plug!hobie whose hands are on your hips as you sink down onto his pretty dick, whining into his neck as he encourages you. “you got it, baby, you’re takin’ me so well. god, she’s so wet.”

"she— fuck that's so hot," you moan, eyes rolling back at his words.

"mhm?" he hums.

you don't respond, too busy focusing on his fat cock pushing into you, focusing on the way you both make it fit, exactly like he said you would. finally, he bottoms out, your thighs resting against his sweats.

"g' job, babe. knew you could take me." you jolt against him, his heady words sending another pang of arousal straight to where you two meet.

not quite!plug hobie who you tell to move, raising your hips up as he pulls out, meeting him in the middle as he fills you back up. his hips slot against yours again, and his big chocolate eyes are fixed on yours, gazing upon you in adoration, while your eyes are fixed on where he disappears into you.

"so big, feels s'good. ." you whisper, meeting his gaze. the look in his eyes has chills running down your spine as you raise your hips again, choosing to connect your lips with his again. hobie starts to find a rhythm, now, wrapping his long arms around your waist. you swap spit with him as his hips meet your ass, taking over.

body bouncing with each of his thrusts into your pussy, arms wrapped around his neck. his lips slipping against yours, plump and wet. you both take it slow, basking in the feeling of finally being like this with someone you've wanted since you first saw them.

he fills you up so nicely, thick cock nestled in your achy walls, leaking tip just barely kissing your cervix as he thrusts just a bit harder and you push down a little more.

"y'feel me, darlin? 'm all the way in, at the end of you, god, 'm g'na make you mine." he babbles in pleasure, pushing his hips up even harder. still soft, but firm, and deliberate.

you nod against his lips, hand resting on his cheek. "feel you, bee, feel you in my fuckin' stomach, i swear." you feed off of him and he feeds off of you, kissing and slapping your hips against the others, wild and wanting. "fuckin' me so good, bee, makin' me yours."

"makin' me yours, doll, pussy's squeezin' me like she don't w'na let go."

"don't wanna let go, wan' you so bad." you confess, bringing your ass down onto his cock again. "i— fuck," you sob. his cock curves just right, and with his tip pressing against your spot now, hobie's found new determination.

"that it?" he asks, making sure to keep hitting that spongy patch of skin with every thrust, sheathing his cock in your wet heat.

"'s it, hobie, feels so good, shit." the high has worn off by now, leaving pure emotions and desire driving you two. you get tight around him again, cunt pulsing with every slam of his hips against yours. you feel so good around him, so tight and wet.

"'m g'na—, you're gonna make me cum, bee."

he moves one hand from around your waist at that, sliding between you two to toy with your clit, thumb rubbing wild shapes against the throbbing bud.

"fuck," you cry, grinding against his thumb and down onto his dick.

"you close again, doll? wan' you to wet me up, ma'me a mess," he encourages, big brown eyes fixed on yours like they've been the whole night.

"'m so close, bee, wanna cum for you, wanna wet you up."

"then do it." he mirrors your words from earlier, and the pleasure pulsing through your veins and infatuation swirling around in your blood gets to be too much, and you cum on his cock, still slamming your hips down onto him, meeting his thrusts in the middle. "thaaaat's it, doll." you hear hobie praise through the fog in your mind, bounces turned to messy grinds as you get all tight around him, cumming hard.

"y'alright, love?" he asks, moving your hair out of your face.

"mhm. w'na go again, you haven't come yet." he chuckles at your words, wrapping both hands around your waist and kissing you again.

"lay back, love." he murmurs against your lips, flipping you onto the couch. your back meets the smooth fabric as he lays you down, pulling his tee and his sweats off. you follow suit, stripping your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind his couch. his watchful eyes fall on your face, then your tits, then your cunt, taking your body in for the first time.

he finds his place on top of you, balancing himself on his elbows as he kisses you again. he reaches down, but you stop him. "lemme do it," you urge, replacing his hand. you line him up with your sopping entrance, nodding twice to tell him to push in.

the stretch is so fucking good, his cock bullying it's way into your tight cunt again.

"fuck, that's it," he curses, watching your face as he seats himself in your once again.

"so deep. ." you trail off, looking down at your stomach, and oh fuck, no way.

"hobie, hobes, look," you urge, and he points his gaze to where you're looking.

"oh, love, look at that. can see myself, right there," he presses down on the bulge he creates, ripping a broken moan straight from your throat.

"fuck me, please," you sob, squirming under him. he nods, understanding, and finds his rhythm easier this time, lean hips slapping against you. your body jolts up the couch with every thrust, choppy whines of nonsensical sentences leaving your mouth.

not quite plug who's absolutely pussydrunk!hobie can't get enough of your cunt, the way you squeeze him oh so tight, the wet squelches of your heat drawing him further into madness. he needs to go deeper, needs to fuck you harder, so he raises up, throwing your legs over his shoulders, leaning back down to bury his cock deep inside you.

"baby, fuck." it's a gritted groan, head rolling back onto the couch as he mouths at your neck, licking and biting at your heated skin. his thrusts are slow and firm, dick kissing your cervix, the slaps sounding out through his living room.

you're both quiet this time around, too blissed out to do anything but fuck, allowing yourselves to succumb to pleasure. every inch of his cock fills you, driving you crazy, driving him crazy too. it's intimate, his lips on your neck, your fingers palming at his back, limbs tangled together. and you can feel it building up in you again.

"'m g'na cum, hobes." he moves one of his arms, bringing his thumb down to rub at your clit, still mouthing at your neck. he lets it happen this time, doesn't urge you or change anything he's doing, and you coast into your climax so gratifyingly that you almost cry, squeezing him tight once again. now, your focus is on making him cum.

"wan' you to cum, hobes."

"gotta pull out, love. we ain' even put a rubber on." he realizes.

"no you don't. 'm clean. jus' fill me up, please." in your right mind, you wouldn't let him, but you're not in your right mind, and neither is he. so he cums with a groan, shaking as he spills pressed against your cervix.

the air's.. different now, satisfied and calm. you both lay there for a while, until hobie's picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

after, he lights another joint that you two share tucked under his covers, hugged up like a couple.

not quite plug!hobie holds you as you both fall asleep.

#hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black reader #hobie smut #hobie x black reader #hobie x reader #tw weed #ummmm yeah that happened #hope y'all like it #wrote most of this today :3 #OKAY TIME 2 POST

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nickfurysrighteye · 6 months

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Practise?

chase davenport x reader

summary: the school's gonna do a play and it's gonna be Romeo and Juliet. Chase was supposed to help with the behind the scenes but instead he gets to play Romeo, and you, Juliet, offer him some help with his lines..

cw: sfw, kissing, that's it i think

a/n: this is my first time writing for this fandom and also my first time making my writing public so please be kind :') ...i haven't written any type of fanfic in a veeeery long time. this is just for fun!!!

"Seriously?! I can't believe it!"

Janelle yells storming into the gym. Everybody stops what they're doing to look at her puzzled. This year Mission Creek High decided to organize a play and upon a great request it was decided to stage 'Romeo and Juliet'. Janelle volunteered to direct the entire planning of it.

"Our Romeo decided it was a great time to break his arm, therefore we don't have a Romeo anymore!" she says walking towards Leo, who's busy painting the fake wooden balcony. Leo decided to take part in the production only to have an excuse to be with Janelle, and doing so he dragged Chase along, just to have some company.

A few people gather around to see what was going on, you take your eyes off the script you were revising to look at your classmates on the opposite site of the room.

"So? What's the big deal?" says Leo "The understudy can take his place."

"The big deal is we don't have an understudy! We barely have enough people working on this play, do you really think we have extras?" Janelle is furious.

"Why don't we pick somebody from the crew?" you barge into the conversation, feeling the eyes of everyone onto you "I mean, it's not like we have time to redo auditions.."

Everybody is silent, eyes going left and right scanning the room for someone brave enough to take on one of the leading roles. You look behind Leo's shoulder "I bet Chase could do it."

Chase was surprised and slightly confused by your statement "Me? But I'm not an actor." he says, struggling to speak loud enough to be heard.

"Neither am I, and neither is everyone else..this is a high school play not Broadway, no of us are actors." you shrug while looking over to the brown haired boy.

Janelle looks over to him "Chase, do you think you could do it? You'd be a life saver, honestly." you could hear the tension in her voice from all the stress the planning brought her.

"I-i mean, sure I could give it a try" Chase tried so hard to sound confident in his choice but you could hear the slight tremor in his tone.

"Perfect, problem solved!" Janelle said.

Once everyone got back to work you get closer to Chase, "If you want we can practise the lines together, I could also give you some tips."

"Sure, I'd love that." Chase says with a sweet, soft smile. "Cool, you can stop by at my house today if that's ok." you smile back

"Yeah, sure, I'll see you later."

After school, the two brothers head to the lab and Chase is panicking, regretting the choice he made earlier that day. "Why would I agree to do something like this?! Why didn't you stop me Leo?! This is going to be a disaster! The play's gonna suck!" he spits out the words so quickly he can barely keep up with his thoughts.

"Chase chill out! You'll be fine, like Y/n said no one here's an actor, you're all gonna suck" Leo's already tired of his complaining.

Chase's worry isn't only his acting, but the fact he's gonna be the lead in a romantic play with you as his love interest. He's also terrified by the idea of having to kiss you multiple times on stage, in front of a ton of people. This is stressing him out way more than anticipated.

He already knew who you were long before taking part in this project. He saw you walk around the halls, he saw you sitting a couple of desks in front of him in some classes you have together. He always thought about you as the pretty girl he would only talk to in his imagination. Nobody could have predicted the two of you acting as lovers in a school play. Certainly not Chase.

With his heart beating out of his chest, Chase knocks on your front door. You open the door and invite him in. "We can go upstairs in my room" you say, guiding him upstairs.

You go through the script together, focusing on the more difficult parts to memorize. You're suprised Chase could memorize all these lines so quickly, and he's getting better at getting into character.

He says every line with the right feeling, you two work in harmony, it's like you're no longer acting as the characters but are living the story as yourselves.

"You're quite talented you know that Chase?" you smile

"Thanks, I'm actually a bit nervous if I'm being honest." he chuckes while lowering his eyes, looking at his fingers fidgeting with the corner of the script's page.

"How come? You're doing great." you tilt you're head slightly. You sit on your bed, taking a small break.

He shrugs, sitting down beside you "I don't know, I just am" he mumbles.

You stare at him with a soft gaze, you study his expression, you're lightly mesmerized by the way the light beam from the setting sun is hitting his face, shining through your window. His eyes now being a warmer hazel tone.

He can hear the beat of his heart in his ears "Actually, I'm scared 'cause --" he stops "I'm worried about our kiss."

"Our kiss?"

"Yeah, it scares me a little having to kiss in front of an audience."

"It's gonna be a quick kiss don't worry about it."

"I know, it's just that --" he looks down again "I've never done it before."

"You've never kissed anyone?" you say, the slight surprise in your voice makes him feel even worse now.

"It's fine Chase, I get it. There's no need to be ashamed of it." you try to reassure him. "Wanna practise?"

"The kiss?" he looks at you.

"Yeah, I mean, we probably should anyway since it's part of the play." you say, standing up and placing yourself in front of him like you would be on stage.

"Yeah, ok, that's..a good idea" he stands up as well. Chase tries to hide his uncertainty.

"You sure about this?" you ask, you don't want to pressure him.

"A hundred percent" he's anxious, he's rubbing subtly his hands on his jeans because they're starting to sweat, his knees get weaker and he hopes they'll be strong enough to support him.

"Ok now, just follow my lead." you take his hand, leaning nearer. Your other hand cupping his cheek, your lips are now inches apart. Your touch feels warm on his skin, making him breathe faster.

"Close your eyes." as he does so, your place your lips onto his gently, and start to slowly and softly kiss him.

A warm feeling of joy starts to bubble up in his chest as he copies your movements and picks up the pace. The kiss gets more intense, more impatient as he tastes your lips. You get closer and your hand that was on his cheek is now on the back of his neck, tangling your fingers with his hair. His hands start to move, although he's still unsure of what to do.

You stop for a brief moment. "It's ok if you wanna touch me, y'know." Chase laughs a little, he then places his hands on your sides, sliding them down to your waste. He grabs a little harder and pull you into another kiss, this time greedier, messier.

He didn't think it would feel this good kissing you, his heart is racing so fast you could probably hear it. Your lips are exploring eachother, you're both enjoying this much more than you should be. After a few moments Chase decides to wet your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, you part your lips a bit and he slips part of his tongue in. The feeling of your tongues tasting eachother sends shivers down your spine, you feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"You taste amazing" he blurs out the moment he stops to catch his breath, then he pulls you again into another kiss. His words make you melt.

Chase has lost track of time. Actually he has lost track of anything, he can only feel you. Your lips, your tongue, your taste, the sweet smell of your perfume and the warmth of your body standing so close to his. A few moments pass and you pull away to catch your breath, your faces still close to eachother.

"Was i good?" his question makes you chuckle.

"Yeah, you were. You know the kiss isn't supposed to last this long though, right?"

"Sorry i got a bit carried away." Chase laughs a little. You smile softly, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"I don't think you're gonna have problems on stage, Chase"

"Although we should probably get back to revising the lines"

"We should, but after we're done we should go back to the kissing part, just to be sure"

#lab rats #chase davenport #chase davenport concepts #chase davenport x reader #labrats #lab rats chase

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thottybrucewayne · 5 months

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Another James Somerton lie that's super egregious to me is his lying about Janelle Monáe having to come out of the closet when Pynk came out because "Everyone got confused and thought the song was a girl power anthem when it was really Janelle's coming out song." and making a big deal about erasure and what not but it's like A. None of that is true the second that music video came out everybody and they mama said, "Janelle Monáe gay?????????????????" That was the primary reading of the music video, and it's very well-documented B. It could be argued that the music is somewhat of a "girl power" anthem too and I doubt Janelle would have an issue with that interpretation given that Pynk has a very "owning your sexuality and taking up space" message. C. Funny that James Somerton would make such an impassioned defense of an artist being "forced" to come out because he literally lied on a bisexual writer who was forced to come out after people assumed that she was some gross straight woman obsessed with gay men. James, who supposedly did alllllllll this research, lumped that author in with the "Straight woman who writes gay men's stories." in his video and proceeded to get pissy with her when she left a pretty mild comment of "Hey, after a whole harassment campaign against me forcing me to come out of the closet it kinda sucks that people are still calling me straight." Then, after very gently being called out over him erasing her sexuality to fit his narrative, he proceeded to omit the title of that author's work in his later videos and make up a lie about her being mean to him on Twitter when his audience questioned him on it. LITERALLY TALKIN OUTTA BOTH SIDES OF HIS MOUTH

This whole situation reminds me of a TikTok creator who's been called out for stealing from Black women all the time and how every time it's brought up, it's met with silence. Once, He just straight-up read out a Black trans femme's tweets without properly crediting her or asking her for permission to use her work. Making the excuse of "Well, I screenshotted the tweets and put them on the screen so..." then his fans spent days bashing her for calling him out on using the work of other creators without asking and making fun of her for having a donation up which I don't think he ever addressed outside of the occasional stray comment.

This way of "building a progressive brand" through stealing the work of marginalized writers is actually common in left circles and academia and has been an issue, particularly for Black trans femme essayists, for a while. Black MaGes (people of marginalized genders) will come out and say, "Hey! This really popular essayist ripped me off word for word bar for bar" and get paid dust because their platform isn't large enough to speak out and because their platforms are smaller, people are less inclined to care when they get ripped off. Like, it's easy for us to point at James and say, "Omg? How could he get away with stealing this much for so long?" when the answer is simple, nobody cares what you have to say if you don't have a big platform, thus nobody cares if you get stolen from and unfortunately, we're all complicit. Look at how much this situation has blown up just because a super-popular guy brought it up. If Hbomb and Todd in the shadows didn't speak on this story and these small creators made a bigger stink about James biting their shit, yall would have ignored them at best or crucified them and accused them of trying to tear down the body of work of a gay man and probably throw in something about them secretly being a kiwi farms troll trying to sew discord in the community (I know how yall get down...) at worst. To address this issue more substantially, WE have to be better about learning slowly and taking time to pour over materials ourselves and not fall into the trap of letting whatever video essayist we like the best at the moment shape how we think and feel about whatever topic they're covering. Ismatu Gwendolyn and their threadings essays on substack have really helped me personally start removing myself from the "quick learner" rat race and the need to digest as much information as possible that video essays fulfill and reintroduced me to learning slowly and with intention and reading sources for myself first without depending on the thoughts and feelings of a creator I like and agree with to color my view of things. If we work towards getting used to treating video essayists like essayists and not our parasocial besties being our beginning and end to learning on a topic, we can A. Mitigate the amount of misinformation and plagiarized work circulating by being able to identify them easier and B. Improve our personal relationship to learning so we don't have to rely on some stranger with "bisexual lighting" to make us feel smart.

Edit: Please rb the typo-less version,,,,

#thotty speaks #thotty rants #I linked Ismatu's substack because I cite my sources and am not a fawkin HACK #sorry had to get one more dig in <3

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darkeralmond · 10 months

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Bathing Suit

Luca Fantilli x Reader

synopsis: you bought a new bathing suit before your spring break trip and luca can’t keep his eyes off you

warnings: fluff, maybe suggestive idk

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this is based off a shifting scenario i had for one of my drs and i thought it was a cute lil idea ALSO SPEAK NOW TV AHHH

The afternoon sun blazed against your body, causing you to sizzle under the rays of light. Mixing that heat with the cool ocean breeze created the perfect spring temperature.

You laid on your stomach on top of your rainbow beach towel, resting the side of your head on your folded arms. You were at Panama City Beach for spring break with your friends. It was the first day of vacation and you honestly felt like just relaxing after the long flight.

You were focused on getting a tan while the rest of your friends played volleyball on the sand. Your friend group consisted of Adam, Seamus, Johnny, Luca, and one of your roommate/friend.

You were close with everyone in the group, but not as much as you were with the Fantilli brothers. You and Adam have been inseparable since the beginning of freshman year. Being the media team for the hockey team really had its perks.

You found yourself falling head over heels for his older brother, Luca. He was very well aware of that. Matter of fact, he predicted it. It was at a party where he introduced you two making sure to say, “You two are going to love each other… Like you’re going to fall in love.”

Adam rested on his back, soaking up the sun just like you were. Even though he had his sunglasses over his eyes, you could tell they were closed. “Did you hear that Janelle from the softball team is pregnant?” Adam the sentence flowed out of Adam’s mouth. If we weren’t laying out relaxing on the beach, he would’ve been more animated.

You didn’t react the same way though. Your head perked up as your mouth hung open with shock. “Janelle Reid?!” you gasped. She was always so against sex before marriage, it was like her whole personality trait. “Who’s the baby daddy?”

He sat up and took a sip of his Corona which was wedged into the sand. “Well, no one really knows, but people have their theories.” He took another long sip burying the can back in the sand. “Some people say it’s Weston… but some people think it’s her cousin.”

“No fucking way!” you yelled out loud while laughing. “Holy shit!” You grabbed your White Claw from out of the sand and took a sip as well.

Luca’s eyes pulled away from the game at the loud sound of your laughing. It sounded sweet and beautiful, how could he focus at a time like this? He looked over at you, completely ignoring the ball in his presence.

“Luca, dude!” Seamus yelled, causing you to look back at the group playing. “You’re selling the game!” You made eye contact with Luca for a split second before he looked back at Seamus.

He laughed it off and said, “My bad, bro!” He then grabbed the volleyball from the sand next to him and set the ball, hitting it over the net to your friend and Johnny.

You flipped onto your back so you could watch Luca play volleyball while he glistened with both sweat and sunscreen. His sun-kissed abs along with his little happy trail made your head feel dizzy. You were stuck in a trance staring at his beautiful smile. Thank God for your sunglasses to hide the fact you were staring directly at his body.

“Luca was checking you out,” Adam spoke up. You snapped your attention away from him and focused it onto his brother. He had a playful grin on his face, his head cocked to the side as he looked at you.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Shut up, no he wasn’t.” Even when denying the fact, your cheeks couldn’t help but turn bright red at the comment. Maybe you could pass it off as a simple sunburn.

Adam always doubted that you wanted him to shut up when it came to his brother, and in any instance, he was right. You wanted to know more about why he thought that. Maybe he was feeding into your delusions, but he knows his brother best. There were the whole wavelength things with where they know how they’re feeling.

“You know what I think it is?” Adam took another sip of his Corona, leaving you on the edge of your seat curiosity. “I think it’s that new bathing suit you got.”

You lifted your sunglasses and placed them on the top of your head. “What do you mean?” You knew exactly what he meant, it’s why you bought the damn thing.

A week before you all left for Florida, you and your roommate went to get some things for the beach. “Maybe you should get a new bathing suit,” they suggested as you strolled through the mall.

“What? Why?” you asked while chewing on the plastic straw of your drink.

They rolled their eyes with a playful smile on their face. “Because bathing suits are a guy’s weakness.” You knew who they were talking about, so you agreed.

You went inside PINK and found the perfect bathing suit. It was your favorite color and it fit your body type perfectly. Plus it exposed your body enough to still feel comfortable.

Adam rolled his eyes since you obviously knew what he meant, but he didn’t hesitate to lay it out for you. “The bathing suit is hot, Y/N,” he said. “You look hot. You know it, Luca knows it. You might as well act on it.”

His blunt statement caught you off guard causing you to stare at him bug-eyed. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. You looked back at Luca again, feeling his eyes sinking into your body.

When you made eye contact with him again, Luca’s face instantly flushed red. He was embarrassed that you caught him staring at you. “Luca, your head is not in the game!” Seamus complained again.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m sorry!” he apologized, attempting to keep his eyes off you, but you were irresistible to him. “Uh, Y/N! Could you get me a beer?”

“Dude the last thing you need is beer,” Seamus muttered.

“Shut up,” he whispered back, nudging the guy.

“Yeah, of course!” You got up from your spot and walked over to him with his beer. He nodded his head and smiled, his eyes sneaking a peak at your glistening body again.

“Thanks,” he said, cracking it open and pulling his eyes away. He cleared his throat, his cheeks super red.

“Of course!” You walked back over to Adam where he was already staring at you with his eyebrows raised and a smug smirk on his face. “Holy shit,” you whispered to him. It finally sunk into your mind that he was actually checking you out.

“Mhm.” Adam nodded his head slowly. “Like I said, act on it.”

#luca fantilli x y/n #luca fantilli x reader #luca fantilli #umich hockey x reader #umich hockey

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 9 months

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kinda part 2 of the suicidal yuu thing, uhhhh that is a request?? kinda??? i really want to here your thoughts about it and one of the reasons why i sent it to you is because i think you have something amazing to add. (also because i love sad yuu)

Missing Yuu

How they mourn over the loss of their best friend— I kinda inspired/off topic sorry

TWs: GN Yuu. Mostly platonic Some have romantic subtexts like pining and such. In Vils, Jamils, and Idia’s it is implied more explicitly that Yuu took their own life. There are references to songs and movies from Yuus world, specifically Ponyo Time/Space +Mary by Alex G and BaBopByeYa by Janelle Monae. Game refernced but theyre listed in Idias section. (Also for any nerds ik that isnt how MKW’s ghost data works but shhh imagine the angst,

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul thought he was done mourning. It’s been years since you died, he actually remembers that entire month vividly to this day. How he was in his office, sorting through some papers and awaiting his tea from Jade. It took longer than expected. He would surely accept this from Floyd, but Jade of all mer? Disgruntledly, Azul gets off and goes out to look for the eel. He was only a few steps out of his office when he hears some faint sobbing. Oh dear, that's not good for business…

“Yer lying!” Floyd sobs as Jade holds onto his brother with a particularly grim expression, everyone in the lounge gone silent, each patron not daring to disturb the conversation unfolding out of pity. “Floyd, there is no reason to be mad at Deuce, he’s only the messenger.” “What’s going on here?” Azul asked sternly, getting ready to shoo out the Heartslabyul member. “Ah, there you are Azul.” The spade said, with defeat in his voice.

Nothing Deuce said registered in his head the minute he heard ‘Yuu is dead’. The words strung together were incomprehensible to him. Yuu? Gone? As if! That little prefect was always in everyone’s business! They went up against blots for the sevens sake! They couldn't be dead! But as Deuce continued to speak, the reality started to set in as they handed Azul a small box. “They wanted you to have this.”

The Lounge was closed for a few weeks afterward, the entire school seemed to be in shock. That entire month he couldn't even think right, his mind seemingly blocking out the existence of the prefect he grew to adore. It was only when he saw the twins mourning in their own ways, did it remind him. How Floyd would always keep the handmade eel plush Yuu made on his person, keeping it in the best condition possible despite his messy personality. Jade had a new accessory on his person as well, a small bag shaped like a Fly Agaric mushroom, it went with him everywhere even if it wasn't the most practical. In the gardens, Azul found himself wandering over to your small plot, where you kept your own crops, sitting next to Jade as he continued to care for your plants after your passing.

It was because of you, did he and the tweels he worked alongside closely become friends after all these years. A few years ago he couldn't even imagine seeing them as such, they were merely business partners, a means to an end. Yet now the three of them actually hang out or just… talk.

When he is alone at night does his mind wander as he opens the beat-up box to look at his own gift, memories flooding in from the device in hand…

You were in the VIP room, he doesn’t even remember why, when he heard you reference a few movies from your world. “It was good I ended up being summoned with some of my things, I honestly don't know what I’d do without anything from my world, especially my comfort shows.” They mentioned offhand, chopping it up with Floyd.

“Though we don't have mermaids in my world, we do have a lot of TV shows about them. I wonder how they hold up here?” Azul continued to scribble on his papers as he eavesdropped. “Oh, I know! What if we have a sleepover and binge-watch some of them, maybe you guys can rate how accurate or offensive they are!” Floyd practically squealed with glee at the idea, and he knew he had no choice in the matter.

It was the end of senior year now, and he was packing his things to head to his home in the Coral Sea. He also never thought he would go back there too, but he supposed spending some time with his family should do some good. As he packed everything out of his safe, he examined the box that he was given on that fateful day, old and torn up, and he opened it up again.

An alien laptop attached to a projector was inside. On a piece of paper were the password and log in. It was also ironically one of his best projects to demonstrate his magic comprehension. One of his finals was to prove he knew how to do a proper protection spell, and what better to protect than one of his most prized possessions, more valuable than the coins he loved to collect?

Azul remembers the praise he was given by one of the professors that visited NRC. The spell was one of the most powerful he’s ever seen! Not even a fingerprint could be left on the thing, and it was completely waterproof as well! But what was he wasn't expecting to be praised for was the device itself. “Now did you make this thing, Mr.Ashengrotto? I must say it is quite impressive! I have never seen this sort of technology before!”

The mage was blindsided by the praise, not even knowing how to react. He wanted to stop the professor, correct him, say that his friend was the one who made it, but the words seemed to die on his tongue. If he talks about you right now, he would cry, and if he cries that means you mattered to him, and he still doesn’t know how to feel about that. He didn’t even call you his friend when you were alive, calling such a term now seemed unfair. And yet you were. You are arguably the first friend he ever had. The first friend the trio even had, and he didn't even have the courage to consider you one until you died.

Azul held onto the box as he and his friends pass through the mirror, promising to all meetup and hang out again soon as they made their way home. His mother was the first to greet him in a tight hug as she rambled on about how much she missed him and how proud she was of him, how she made his favorite, and how she can't wait to celebrate his graduation. His grandmother greeted him from the kitchen as he and his stepfather carried in the few boxes he took with him back to his room.

His mother soon came in to help him unpack, and she stumbled across the old torn box from earlier. Azul didn't even realize she opened it until he heard it open and a familiar tune played.

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, Little fishie in the sea~

Tiny little fishie, who could you really be?~

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, magic sets you free~

“Ahahaha! Is this some sort of kid's show, shrimpy?” “Hey! Ponyo is for all ages, firstly! Secondly, it's my favorite movie and it's mermaid themed!” The prefect defended themselves from Floyd's teasing. Azul chuckled in agreement with Floyd's words as he made himself comfortable on the couch with Jade. “Well so far there is nothing offensive in this movie, however, I do find it offensive that you see us as children, Yuu.”

“I don’t! Im just trying to show you my favorite movie first!” Yuu bit back at Jade's snark as the tune plays, the prefect messing with the computer and the projector attached to it to project it onto the white curtains of their dorm. Azul never expected to even care about some stupid kid's movie, yet as it drew out he was completely invested. The brightly colored film even manages to keep Floyd enraptured until the end. Jade commented on how much of a delight it was.

They continued into the night, watching show after show, some corny, some fun. “This is far from accurate!” Azul huffs, “People actually watch this where you're from?” “H2O Just Add Water was a big deal for a while actually!” “I’m curious prefect, is this how you thought mers were?” Jade teased, leading to another mini-argument.

“Haha! Imagine if we actually turned into mermaids if we touch water though! That would be funny~” Floyd chuckled, reaching onto the table filled with food and snacks and shoving a handful of candy into his mouth. The atmosphere was lively, and the night was perfect, he had never been so relaxed before, especially around his dormmates, it felt almost domestic in a way— was this what it was like to have friends?

The very next day it was back to normal, but that stupid little movie kept playing in his mind. He would rather die than admit it was his new favorite movie, however, but it seems Yuu always knew. Their gift proved that.

Azul seemed to freeze in place as the sound from the laptop continued. “Son?” His stepfather asked as he watch the mer shake. He thought he was done mourning. A sudden sob of anguish escaped his throat as he nearly screamed, years of guilt and sadness coming out all at once. Azul sobbed into his parent's arms, choking back sobs as he apologized, stuttering out gibberish as he inked. He never told them about you, he never even told him about his overblot, but tonight, he will, you would have wanted him to heal.

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, Little fishie in the sea~

Tiny little fishie, who could you really be?~

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, magic sets you free~

Oh pretty fishie, will you swim back to me?~

Jamil Viper

His parents never gave him the time to mourn, even when Kalim told them it was okay. “You need to watch over him!” His mother scolded. “He is our employer's son! If anything happens to him—“ Jamil blanked out at the rest, his mind immediately shutting when he was getting yelled at for the sin of grief. If he wasn’t so exhausted, he would have probably yelled at them. Actually, he wished he did, it’s what you would have wanted for him.

Jamil never expected to be so close to you of all people, and he especially never expected you to understand him. But, you did. In fact, you stood up for him. He remembers how you would often distract Kalim for his sake, allowing him to get some much-needed rest from being at his beck and call 24/7. You helped him with his chores as well. He doesn’t even remember when you officially became his friend, it just felt so natural.

Finally, after all of these years, he had someone that cared about him, that listened to him, that understood him. He could never confide in anyone until you came around. He remembers vividly talking about his parents off-hand while you were in his room. He didn’t mean to vent about them, you just asked how they were doing since they sent him a letter and it all came out.

They barely even wrote to him, they only asked about Kalim, it's like he doesn't even exist! They don’t do this to Namja, not that they should, he loves his sister, but it is just so… frustrating. It’s just like he's just an extension of someone else!

He didn’t even realize he was crying until you put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m… I’m sorry.” Jamil whispered. “Don’t be.” You smiled at him, a warm, genuine understanding smile. You didn’t speak as he vented, and you didn’t try to offer solutions or pity, you just listened and validated him, the very first and only person who has ever done that. The topic soon changed to music, he thinks it's because you brought up some of the headphones he had in his room, and you both exchanged your opinions on the subject.

“The music here is so similar yet so different from my world, it's good don't get me wrong, it's just… strange.” “What is the music from your world like?” He asked as you swung your legs on the edge of your bed. “Uhh, what's genre you like? I’ll try to find something similar on here.” You held up your phone as Jamil started describing music he listened to.

After a moment, a song played from your phone. Beautifully unique instrumental unlike anything he's ever heard started playing. He started to understand what you mean by similar but different. The singer began to vocalize, but the words were utterly incomprehensible, the language unlike anything he has heard.

“Oh right, I forgot, language barrier, different dimensions, hold on!” The student took off the enchanted necklace given to them at the beginning of the year and handed it to him. Jamil hesitantly took it, clasping it around his neck. The minute it clasped around him, the lyrics suddenly started making sense.

I hear echoes of your laughter

In the corners of my mind

As I memorize each detail of your intricate design

In your hair, there is symphony

Your lips, a string quartet

They tell stories of the neon valley street where we first met

Now somewhere time pursues us

As we love in technicolor

But I dwell in silence of your words that move me like none other

This time I shall be unafraid

And violence will not move me

This time we will relax

This time we will stay in our movie

“Woah…” Jamil whispers. “I know trippy right?” You asked the interdimensional gibberish from their lips suddenly making sense. “Hearing you speak my language sounds so surreal, it suits you though!” You smile. “Oh if you like this song, I know another one you're gonna love!”

You were such a great friend, you still did everything you could for him despite your own situation, so he reciprocated. You couldn’t eat today because Crowley had you run all his errands? Good thing he made an extra lunch today, for no reason of course. No time to study because of that overblot that happened? Oh no, it sure would be a shame if his old graded assignments with the correct answers written on them got mixed up in your stuff.

He didn’t explicitly state his intentions, it would take him a while for him to truly open up and say what he meant because of his upbringing, but you didn't care. You understood. And he was here for you the same way you were there for him. When you complained about your master's most recent demands, he was there to listen the same you did when he complained about his.

He was devastated when he heard the news of your death. If it wasn’t for years of keeping his composure, he would have fallen apart then and there. He felt sick, the earth was suddenly spinning around him. Everything Crowley announced after was a blur, Jamil didn’t even realize Crowley was talking to him until he said his name for the third time. A small box was held out to him, note attached to it in Yuu’s handwriting.

Jamil took the box and continued to stare off into space until the announcements came to a close. Kalim was inconsolable as they walked back to the dorm. Kalim wiped his tears holding onto his own box, and both wordlessly went into their rooms, needing time for themselves. The minute the door shut behind him, Jamil let out a cry of pure agony, collapsing onto his bed as he wept.

For the next few weeks, Kalim tried his best to not rely on Jamil, even ordering him to take a vacation though he didn't have the power to do so, it was ultimately up to his family. Still, Jamil appreciated the sentiment. Kalim would try to cook for himself and do his own makeup, even if it wasn't the best. It was ironic that even in death you continued to help with Kalim, your death making Kalim more independent, and mending their relationship by proxy

Jamil hadn’t opened the box yet, nor read the note. He hasn't had the courage to, but tonight was different. He opened the small box, peering at the device inside. It was an MP3 player of sorts, he assumed, along with a pair of high-quality earbuds. His eyes watered too much to read the note properly, but he did see the password to the device. Pulling out the device, he noticed that the necklace Yuu used was also in the box.

Jamil clipped the necklace onto himself and entered the password. He placed the earbuds into his ears and swiped through the device. He paused as he saw the albums you created for yourself with all sorts of names. Study Playlist, Rock, Love Songs and Pining, and one simply titled For Jamil.

He shakily tapped on it. More tears rolled down his cheeks as he scrolled through all of the songs you put in it, all of them songs of genres or vibes you thought he would have loved. It would be too much to listen to it right now. He tapped back to the list of albums and kept scrolling though, abruptly stopping at one album.

This Time I’m Really Gonna Do It, it was titled. He tapped on it and immediately started the playlist. Most songs were about loneliness, homesickness, derealization, self-harm. Jamil sat, hunched over, laser-focused on the lyrics of each song.

Mary is the one that leaves you to rot.

She says I am real and you are not.

She says

I am real

And you are not…

Jamil began to sob again as he listened as it all sunk in for him. You were gone, and for the entire time you were here, this is how you felt. You were always there for him. You always comforted him. And he couldn’t do the same for you. If he was just there a little more, if he just truly asked and truly listened would you still be here? If he asked about your family and your home, would you have been able to find it easier here? If he were more honest…. As he sobbed another song started playing, lyrics resonating deep within him as it played.

Hold on tight to this time this place,

Cause everything you know will be erased.

You were born inside your head.

And that is where you’ll go when you are dead.

Vil Shoenheit

When he received the news of your passing, he decided to take a break from the spotlight, announcing his hiatus to his manager and his social media. He was less strict in ruling dorm, and much more forgiving of Epel's outburst of rage, knowing that he was mourning in his own way. Rook was a blessing with how much he understood and stepped up to give Vil a break, an unspoken thank you between the two of them.

Vil kept you in his mind while doing everything for a while. Even as he applied his skincare he found his mind explaining it to himself as if it was his first time. He imagined explaining the process to the overworked prefect who seemed to never have enough time to care for their skin, or afford it. “Now exfoliate gently in circles like so,” his mind would say, and he would close his eyes and pretend he was doing it to you. He never even got the chance to gift you the cleanser he made for you.

As he prepares his salads, he finds himself making an extra one on the side. He remembers how you would occasionally complain about skipping meals because of Crowley, and he would imagine that if you were still here, he would have given the meal to you while lightly scolding you.

When he applies his makeup, he experiments slightly in the way you would. You seldom wore makeup with how busy your schedule was. The few times he saw you with it, he remembered you mentioning that one of your friends did it for you. If you were given the materials and time, how would you have applied it? Would you use a brush or sponge for your foundation? Perhaps your eyeliner would follow the trends from your world?

As he led his club, he remembered what you would mention about the shows from your world and how you viewed magic from an Outlander's perspective. He found himself looking at some of the graphic novels and manga from your world that you lent him before you passed. You said they were made into movies, some good but most bad. As he flipped the pages he saw the sticky notes you wrote on each one, translating the foreign language for him. Your handwriting was comforting.

He wondered which one of these were your favorite as he read, admiring the storylines. How did movies work where you were from? Did you miss them? This comics would make for a good one, maybe he can direct one based on them…

Vil didn’t want to use social media, but he opened it up to go and find yours. Going onto some of the freshman’s socials, he found you in their followers. You were a private account, and he couldn’t see any of your posts. He mindlessly requested a follow, not expecting to be let in immediately— you must have already been following him, and he couldn't help but go through your entire account.

You didn’t follow a lot of people, and only your friends along with a few bots followed you. Most of the posts were of photos around NRC or of friends along with some inside jokes. Some posts consisted of memes or images that weren’t like anything of that of his world, captions talking about how much you miss home. The horrible realization of you being an Outlander seemed to sink in even more at the caption. No one here truly knew you, you had very few to remember you. Your family will never even know what happened to you, that you died. Vil shut off his phone, regretting his decision to reopen Magicam.

The Dormleader even found himself eating a bit unhealthily, in moderation of course. He remembered how you would practically shove everything down your throat before having to go off and do your next task without any etiquette whatsoever. He even remembers Epel saving up to buy junk food and sweets to give to you as gifts. Apparently, you couldn't afford them or had nothing like them in your world. He even remembers the captions of you complaining of only eating one thing all day and such.

He requested Epel to tell him some of your favorite desserts you enjoyed or the ones he planned on getting for you, perhaps he could understand you more if he ate them, or perhaps consume them for you since you never got the opportunity to enjoy them. Epel had no use for his gifts anymore, so he shoved most of them into the communal fridge.

In one of his runs, Vil noticed that the freshman’s mood seemed to sour more as his phone continued to ping. “Epel. Your phone. Either turn it on silent or respond.” Vil reprimanded. “Ugh, I can't! They keep finding me on everythin’! Even harrasin’ my folks at home!” Vils brows knitted together, “What are you talking about?”

“Ever since you followed Yuu or something like that I’ve been getting a buncha DMs and stuff asking if I knew anything about you or who Yuu is to you, seriously it’s driving me insane! It's happening to Ace and the others too! Assholes doxxed me and even got my number so I can't just block em.” Epel wiped away a tear that threatened to fall. “Can't even be left alone to mourn…”

“Let me see them.” Vil opened Epel's social phone, seeing notification after notification pop up. Opening his social media, he saw that even with the restricted access and privating of his account, almost all of the comments were about him.

>Hey! Hey! Hey! Do you know Vil???

>Please DM me for an interview!

>Hello there Mr.Epel, do you know a person named Yuu?

>Do you know who Yuu is to Vil??? Are they like together or something???

The sight made Vil feel sick as he turned off the phone and handed it back to Epel. “I’ll take care of this Epel, I’m sorry you have to put up with this.” Vil knew making a simple announcement wouldn’t be enough. He sighs as he sends a message to his manager, requesting her to get him an interview.

***

Vil sits up straight on the seat across from the interviewer, going over introductions and greetings as the camera rolls, broadcasting everything live. The interview goes smoothly. Vil already has his answers to simple questions about his career memorized. “So, Vil, I’m sure you are aware of the recent news going on about who you followed.” Vil nods, throat suddenly going dry. “Yes, I didn’t know that it would blow up if I’m being honest.”

The interviewer laughs for a moment. “So who’s this ‘Yuu’ person now? It’s not every day you follow a private personal account, they anyone special?” Yes, yes they are Vil thinks. Vil takes a deep breath. “I actually want to address the recent drama regarding them,” Vil pauses to hold back a stutter, it was strange, why was he being so emotional now of all times?

“Yuu is…” There were so many ways to describe them, but nothing came out. “They are no longer with us. They have passed away recently and…” Vil wiped away tears forming in his eyes. “I want to ask everyone to please stop harassing everyone, they are all— we are all mourning their loss and…” Vil suddenly chokes back a sob, and the weight of it all suddenly starts to sink as grief envelops him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m going to have to stop this interview here, I need… I need some time for myself…”

Vil stands up and goes off-screen, covering his mouth with his fist as he walks off. On the car ride back to NRC he hesitantly turns on his phone, looking at the notifications that pop up. Opening his Magicam, he looks through some of his comments, most of which are now apologies from overbearing fans and inquiries about his mental state. One notification stands out from the rest, a small red dot near his messages. Tapping on it he sees a DM from no other than Neige LeBlanche himself asking if he was alright and that he was always here for him.

“How could you forgive everyone around you for mistreating you?” The blond asked the prefect in front of them. “Everyone here has treated you horribly.” The prefect merely shrugged, “It’s much better to make a friend out of an enemy than to destroy them, after all my first meeting with Ace and Grim was far from perfect.” They chuckled before sipping on their drink as they sat across from the model. “If I started shutting out everyone because of a few bad experiences, I would have never met you. Besides, I can't let things get to me that easily!” The last part is now ironic as Vil reminisces.

Vil wiped another tear, before pressing accept on the DM request.

Idia Shroud

It was like it never happened. You were just offline, the Shroud reasoned upon seeing your profiles on everything no longer active. To an outsider, it was like Idia didn’t care, he continued on his computer without a tear shed.

To Ortho, however, it was obvious that everything he was doing was to preserve what was left of you. You were summoned with a few items, one of them being some portable gaming device that was now his. Idia remembers when you first showed it to him when he was curious about how games were from your world. He remembered you were a bit upset that you couldn't play a majority of the games together as it required two devices, and Idia being as tech savvy as he was merely snickered before hooking up the device to his computer and copying the files.

A bit of coding and emulating later, the young man now had an entire library of interdimensional games on his pc for him to enjoy, and now he can join your sessions online. From farming sims to FPS, he thoroughly enjoyed all of it, fascinated at how similar yet different everything is. Certain buttons are mixed up, common gaming terminology from his world wasn’t used.

He would often join you in all sorts of random games. Even games he never thought he would enjoy like that weird ‘Skate 3’, ‘Power Washing Simulator’, ‘Raft’, ‘Animal Crossing’ or even ‘Stardew Valley’. It was fun to visit your farm or island, or to skate with you, or even to power wash things. There were so many fun and unique games that your world had, and since your passing, he wanted to try and share it with everyone. He didn’t have time to mourn with how busy he was!

The games you brought over made him happy, and now he wanted to share that feeling with everyone else in a way to honor you. The media wondered why STYX of all companies started releasing a bunch of free games to download. The only thing they charged money for was the soundtrack, where all of the proceeds went to mental health and suicide prevention programs.

All the time he spent on his computer was him testing every game you had and adjusting them to work on these world’s devices with ease. Occasionally when he got to a game you especially adored, he would add a few features that he remembered you mentioning wishing were in it before uploading them. Each game's credits had you listed in them as one of the creators as well.

When he wanted to take a break, he ended up playing his new favorite game, Skate 3. He didn’t necessarily care about the gameplay however, rather it was a feature he learned about only after you died. Even when your friends were offline, their character would occasionally appear and skate with you. It was the only way he could ever hope of playing with you again, and every time he finds your character, he pretends that for a moment you are in your dorm on your couch hopping on with him.

He still on occasion opens your other games and cares for your Animal Crossing island, your Minecraft dog, or crops in Stardew Valley. Ortho would also occasionally play one of those multiplayer games with him too like Mario Party, Halo, Terraria, or Smash Bros. Ortho was mourning you as well, you were like another big sibling to them. He would still play the Minecraft world you all shared and visit your house, adding decorations to it as he progresses to include you in a way.

The kid hated whenever someone misinterpreted his brother's actions, often passionately correcting before getting emotional over the thought of what he was doing. He's preserving them, but why did he have to do so already? They were so young.

Idia was on the last few games he needed to upload. He looked over at one of the first games you introduced him to, an emulation of Mario Kart Wii.

“Yeah it’s pretty old but it’s pretty nostalgic to me. I used to play it with my family all the time! It’s one of my favorites! I managed to move all my ghost data onto here too! Still, hold the record!” You beamed proudly as you showed the two brothers. “Ah, you appreciate oldies too huh?” Yuu nods. “If only I downloaded more before I came here. I think you would have loved some of the classic games we had.”

Idia loaded up the game with you, hooking up your device to the big screen in his room so you could all play. Ortho grabbed his favorite controller, and you all chose your characters to race as. Sure, you had the home-field advantage, but he’s played tons of racing games before! He has this in the bag.

The pair never stood a chance. With every map, you seemed to know a perfect shortcut, a perfect glitch, a perfect setup to always come out in first place. Even when the two said you had to play fair and you complied, you still easily beat them both while humming the music under your breath. Yet despite the frustration, it was still fun, especially since you included Ortho in everything as well.

Idia loaded up the game again, for old time's sake. He didn’t put much thought into the map or character he chose, he was too busy imagining that day you all were together, laughing and exchanging the things you loved. Rainbow Road was loaded up, the hardest track in the game and your favorite one, he remembered how much you laughed at his misery when he played on it. A few extra carts appear in the track that weren't the bots he was playing against, they were translucent much like ghosts, and had names over each one.

One of them he recognized as yours. As he began, he saw the ghost carts glided across the road. It was then he realized that these were the previous top three records that were saved. Idia wasn’t thinking, as his competitive streak overtook him. In the very first round, he beat the one in third place, putting in his name ‘Gloomurai’. He played a few more times, each time optimizing his route and techniques to get faster with each run. He’d even watch your racer’s techniques so he could copy.

After what felt like hours, he finally beat your character's time, and mentally celebrated when the option to put in his name popped up. The small smile on his face suddenly faded for a moment as he thought back to what you said. “I used to play with my family all the time!” You said. “It’s one of my favorites!”

Idia’s hands shook. When you showed him this game, it was obvious you adored it. He even caught you playing it by yourself a lot. Those other names, were they your family? Your friends? The realization hit him. This wasn’t your favorite game just because of nostalgia, it was because you still play with your family.

All those other ghosts he beat, they drove the exact same route, the exact same way your loved ones did and he overwrote them, and now, he overwrote you on your favorite route. Not only did he get rid of you, but he got rid of the only trace you had of your old life. Panicking, Idia dove into the files of the game, looking through everything he could see if there was any way he could save your data, frantically scanning each line of code. He knew the answer in his head though, the minute that box popped up, it was deleted instantly.

Idia suddenly stopped, clenching his fists. He didn’t care that your ghost was probably on other tracks. That one was your favorite one. He got rid of you. He got rid of you on your favorite game. The sadness finally caught up to him, he was too exhausted to keep coding at this point.

“Idia?” Ortho called into his shared room with his brother. “Idia? Your heart rate is acting up on my scanner—“ Ortho creaked open the door to see his brother with his head in his hands, violently sobbing. “They’re gone.” He mutters. “They’re gone.” Ortho shut the door behind him, floating over to where his brother was, and pulls him down to hug him. “It's okay,” the boy soothes. “They still live in you.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #vil shoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #angst #suicide tw #tw suicide #suicide

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cataztrophi · 8 months

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I feel like I always fall into this trap with taz where I underestimate Travis's role playing/character creation skills

Like--and bear with me here--I tend to find his characters a little irritating at first, probably bc he usually plays brash, impulsive characters who charge in or speak their mind without thinking, which I find frustrating when it's so clear the right move is to hang back or be subtle about it

But THEN he has a moment that completely redefines the character for me, where they realize that their actions hurt themselves or others, and it makes you understand why they act the way they do, and then they go in some unexpected direction that shows that they're trying to change and do better and take care of themselves and others!!!

Like Magnus taking rogue lessons bc he realized he was going to get himself killed, and you realize that was kind of what he wanted, but he's learned and changed and found (and rediscovered) people he cares about enough to keep fighting for, and to want to be around for them

Or Aubrey being kind of impulsive, and then she asks Janelle to take her magic away, and you realize that she thinks about things a lot more than you thought, and she's gone through so much loss already, and she's so young and she's trying to help but she's so afraid of hurting her friends, and she learns to have a whole different relationship with magic because of that conversation with Janelle

AND STILL when I started ethersea I thought, well okay, I guess I'm just gonna be a little irritated by Devo bc he can't stop going off on people, but then after the bar fight in the marshlands he realizes that throwing his anger around indiscriminately isn't working, even though it's very clear he has a lot to be angry about and he's also just really young and still trying to figure out how to live in a world outside the church. and I just got to the end of The Menagerie arc and his speech to the auctioneer feels like he's learning to channel his anger towards something, into speaking up for himself and other people who get hurt when those in power are so sure they know what's best, and I'm so excited to see how that plays out over the rest of the season

In conclusion I'm sorry Travis I shouldn't have doubted you, truly out here making some of thee characters of all time

#taz balance #taz balance spoilers #magnus burnsides #taz amnesty #taz amnesty spoilers #aubrey little #taz ethersea #taz ethersea spoilers #devo la main

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sikoazayn · 3 months

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i forgot i hadn't talked about it here so i'll just say this rq: vince mcmahon is a horrible and twisted person, my heart goes out to all the victims bc clearly there's more, fuck john laurinaitis and brock lesnar too, janel grant is so fucking strong for speaking out, i hope vince's next breath is his last so

btw if any of you needed to catch up/don't know what's going on, i highly recommend going to @WrestleOps on twitter, they have the clearest information by far and it'll be the easiest way to inform yourself

and here's a link to the actual government file if anyone is interested in taking a look at it: https://storage.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.ctd.157647/gov.uscourts.ctd.157647.1.0.pdf

#wwe #vince mcmahon #brock lesnar #john laurinaitis #janel grant #and yes im putting tags on this to spread it around more

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gojosnympho · 1 year

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gym bae - j.sh

pairing: johnny x black!fem!reader, johnny x shy!reader

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au

word count: 5.3k

content warnings: strangers to lovers, mutual pining, reader and johnny have staring problems, big dick johnny (duh), pet names, name calling, choking (fem receiving), degradation (fem receiving), praise (fem receiving), hair pulling (fem receiving), dry humping, a lil face fucking, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (fem receiving), a hint of dacryphilia, finger sucking, reader has her belly button pierced, he hits her like once (consensually), unprotected sex (don’t), rough sex, orgasm denial, begging, creampie

synopsis: after months of pining after him you finally get him all to yourself.

playlist: yoga - janelle monáe & jidenna, work out - j. cole

author’s note: i’ve been working on this forever and i finally finished it!! this one is… definitely something per the warnings. enjoy 🥰

the gym was empty for the most part today. you came five times a week for the yoga classes and because the finest man you’d seen in ages frequented this gym. he was gorgeous. honey skin, tattoos, and a beautiful body that he didn’t mind showing off. you were disappointed when you didn’t see him on any of the equipment when you walked in today. usually he’s here by now. was it weird to keep tabs on your gym crush? maybe. but you couldn’t help it, you were enamored by him. just as you were about to walk into the yoga room, you spotted him filling his water bottle up at the fountain. he filled it up and then took a big gulp from it. you stared at him, taking in the way his hair stuck to his sweaty face, the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped the water, and his beautiful body. after he’d finished drinking he caught your gaze and you quickly turned around and headed into the yoga room. he definitely saw you being a fucking creep.

“he’s cute isn’t he?” one of the girls in the class asked as she rolled her mat out on the floor.

“who?” you asked her, doing the same.

“johnny.” she replied with a schoolgirl smile on her face. so that was his name.

“cute is an understatement. that man is fine as hell.” you told her and she nodded in agreement as she began her stretches.

“i see him staring at you all the time. you should talk to him.” she suggested and you nearly choked on air. he stared at you? although the thought made your brain nearly malfunction, you smiled at the girl before speaking.

“maybe. i just don’t wanna bother him.” you mumbled.

“men are predictable. no man can resist a pretty girl with yoga pants on. trust me.” you knew she was right but the thought of talking to him scared you. what if he thought you were a weirdo for always staring at him?

the entirety of class all you could think about was johnny. so when class ended you went straight to the weight room to find him, only to see he wasn’t there. when you were about to turn back around to walk to the locker room, johnny stood behind you with a smirk on his face.

“looking for something?” he asked and you shook your head no as quickly as possible, avoiding eye contact. you could feel his eyes boring down into you so you looked up at him quickly.

“i have to go.” you said, trying to move around him but he stepped in front of you.

“you’ve been staring at me since you came to this gym but now you’re too shy to talk to me? you’re adorable.” he said. he looked you up and down with those pretty brown eyes and then smirked once again. “and sexy too.”

your heart rate sped up and your mouth ran dry. you think he can tell how much it affected you because he chuckled at you.

“you’re so cute.” he said

“i’m sorry for staring. you’re just…” you trailed

“sexy? i know and don’t apologize for staring. i stare at you all the time.”

“you do?” you asked, surprised. the girl in class was telling the truth.

he nodded, “and sometimes i stay on the treadmill just a little bit longer than usual to watch you do some yoga poses.” he admitted

“wow that’s not creepy at all.” you joked

“i’ve seen you watching me workout, baby doll.” the pet name made your breath hitch and your heart start hammering into your chest, if it wasn’t doing that already.

“and i said i’m sorry.” you replied to him.

“and i said you don’t have to apologize.” he retorted.

“okay, johnny. i need to get to the locker room, so move.”

“ooh she knows my name. sounds really good coming out of your mouth. but don’t worry i know your name too.” he said and then proceeded to let your name roll of his tongue so seductively you could’ve kissed him right then. “a sexy name for a sexy girl.”

“you really like that word huh?” you asked, referring to his overuse of the word “sexy”.

“i like a lot of things. but i especially like you.” you felt heat creep up your neck and your face warm up. am i blushing?, you asked yourself.

“bye, johnny.” you said walking away from him leaving him in the weight room.

the locker room was fairly empty too. only a few girls were in here and the few that were, were grabbing their things to leave. you dropped your gym bag on the sink and looked in the mirror at yourself.

“you had to get away from me to come stare at yourself in the mirror?” you turned to see johnny standing a few feet behind you.

“this is the women’s locker room!” you exclaimed, trying to pretend you cared but you didn’t. not when he was so close to you in an empty room.

“relax, nobody cares.” he said, coming closer to you. he stood behind you, his hands on either side of you caging you in.

“what are you doing?” you asked him and he shushed you.

“can i touch you?” he asked, keeping his hands where they were before you gave him consent, but you could tell he was just itching to put his hands on you. and god that made your insides flutter.

“touch me where?” you breathed out.

“anywhere you want me to touch you, beautiful.” he replied. he was smooth, you’d give him that.

“kiss me?” you suggested. he grabbed your arm and spun you around so that you were facing him. he captured your lips in a kiss, his hands sliding down your back to rest on your waist. his stubble tickled your skin. his lips were soft, just like you’d dreamed about.

“johnny, we can’t do this here.” you told him when he began trailing his kisses down your neck.

“why not? plenty of people fuck in here.” you grimaced at the thought.

“that is exactly why we can’t do it here.”

“my place or yours?”

“you not gone kill me are you?” your question made him chuckle but he stopped when he realized that you were serious.

“i’m not, i promise. just wanna fuck you.”

“my place then.”

your apartment was only a few blocks away from the gym so as awkward as it was, you guys walked.

“you’re so quiet.” johnny said

“i usually am.” you replied

“don’t worry honey. we’ll fix that.”

you closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath at his statement. you wondered what it was about him that affected you so heavily. was it how fucking good he looked after a workout? was it the tattoos that littered his perfect body? was it just him?

“this is my building.” you said fishing around for your keys in your bag. once you’d retrieved them, you entered the building. the elevator ride up to your floor was quiet. you were too shy to speak to him. you couldn’t believe you were even doing this.

“are you shy like this with everybody you have sex with?” johnny asked, finally breaking the silence you shared.

“not everybody. just you.” you admitted.

“do i make you nervous?” he inquired

“a little.”

he hummed in response.

“nothing to be nervous about, baby doll. i’m gonna make you feel real good.” he was closer to you now, his body brushing against yours.

you could smell him, his musky scent had heat spreading throughout your body. you tried to avoid looking at him but you couldn’t, not when he was this close. you locked eyes with the tall man in front of you who now had his hands resting on your hips and his lips close to yours. just as he was about to kiss you, the elevator dinged. relieved, you pulled away and got off first. the air felt hot around you. you heard him chuckle behind you and then follow you out of the elevator.

the short walk to you apartment was quiet once again. johnny didn’t mind though. he was too busy watching your ass while you walked in front of him to notice. he almost didn’t notice you’d made it to your apartment door until he heard your keys and the click of the lock. you both stepped inside and then locked the door behind you. you kicked off your shoes, dropped your bag on the floor, and hung your jacket on the hook by the door.

“you want something to drink?” you asked him, this time looking him straight in the eye trying to make it seem like you weren’t still a nervous wreck.

“nah,” he began, he walked over to you grabbing your chin gently between his forefinger and thumb. you heart sped up at his action and you were sure he could hear it. but if he could, he didn’t say anything. “i want you.”

“i want you too.” you said without thinking. you wanted to kick yourself for even speaking but johnny thought it was cute. he smiled at you and then placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“i know you do, looking at me with those pretty eyes.” he said, and this time heat spread throughout your cheeks. you wanted to look away from him because his stare was so intense but you decided against it.

“wanna go sit down?” you asked him, gesturing to your couch. both of you still stood in the corridor by your front door.

“sure.” he replied. the grip on your face loosened and you found yourself pouting because he wasn’t touching you anymore.

now sat on the couch, johnny pulled you into his lap. you sat straddled on his lap, his hands running up and down your sides. his touches were doing a good job at relaxing you. the nervousness you felt slowly fading away and neediness taking its place.

“now tell me what you like.” he said and you gave him a look of confusion.

“what do you mean?” you asked him with furrowed brows.

“you’re so damn cute, baby doll.” he gushed, playfully pinching your warm cheeks. “i mean… do you like being choked? do you like getting called names? do you like getting your pretty hair pulled?” he asked, pulling one of your curly tendrils and watching it snap back in place.

once again you were blushing, heat prickled your cheeks as you thought about his words. you did like those things. you just never could say it out loud so instead you nodded.

“say it out loud. i gotta hear it from you.” he said while his hands continued to rub your body. your throat was dry when you tried to speak, but johnny wasn’t doing anything until he heard you say it.

with a deep breath and fiddling with your fingers, you spoke: “i like getting choked and getting my hair pulled and stuff. it’s nice. i like it.”

“good girl.” he praised you. johnny didn’t miss the little moan that slipped past your lips but he decided to tease you for it later. “what about names? you like getting called dirty names?”

“yes.” you said, cheeks still hot from blushing for the umpteenth time today.

“can i touch you here?” he asked you, his hand lightly brushing your neck. you thought it was so nice of him to ask before he touched you. even if it was just the bare minimum.

“yeah.” you agreed, with a quick nod of your head.

he wrapped his hand around your throat experimentally, careful not to add too much pressure just enough so you could feel it. you had to bite back a moan. you’d dreamed of this for so long, you couldn’t believe it was finally happening. but you wanted more—needed. you needed more.

“johnny?” his eyes flickered up to your eyes. “harder.” you said, giving him the most innocent look you could muster, but you were far from it. he was gonna see that by the end of the night.

“fuck.” he replied. he added more pressure and you gasped in response. “i should’ve known you were a little slut. quiet girls are always freaks.”

“i’m your little slut.” you said through the grip he had on your neck. johnny groaned at your sudden boldness. you weren’t shy anymore. you were too damn horny to be shy right now.

he captured your lips in a kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to shove his tongue down your throat. his hand never left your neck and god it made you wanna cum right there. you began to move your hips against him, hoping for some friction.

“feel good rubbing your slutty little pussy against my dick?” he asked and you moaned.

“so good.” you agreed.

you continued to rub yourself against him and johnny let you. he watched while you humped against him, hands on your hips to guide your movements but it wasn’t enough. you still needed more. johnny could tell you were getting frustrated so he stopped your movements. wordlessly, he began to undress you. he started with the oversized shirt you wore to the gym today. he slipped the garment over your head and threw it somewhere that wasn’t of concern to you at this moment. he took off your sports bra next, with a little help from you. now you sat atop him, topless.

“seeing them outside of the sports bra is refreshing.” he grabbed the mounds of flesh and kneaded them softly with his nimble hands. you sighed in pleasure. you didn’t want this moment to end, you never wanted him to stop touching you. he focused on your nipples now, rolling the little buds between his fingers while you moaned and arched your back. when they were hard enough for his liking johnny wrapped his arms around you and kissed you again.

“wanna suck your dick.” you said breathlessly, pulling away from his lips.

“go for it, baby.” he said. he pecked your lips one more time before you slid down to the ground to kneel in front of him. you started to untie his sweats. johnny watched you inquisitively, waiting for you to make the next move. you tugged on his sweats indicating you wanted him to pull them down, so he did. he took his briefs with them, both pieces of clothing pooled around his ankles.

“fuck.” you whispered. he was huge, as you’d expected. bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with.

“too big for you, baby doll?” he said with a smirk and you shook your head no. “then put it in your mouth.”

you gave the tip a small lick making johnny sigh in relief.

“never thought i’d have the hot girl from the gym with my dick in her mouth.” he said, sweeping your hair out of your face as you took him into your mouth and started to suck.

you bobbed your head up and down, using your hand to stimulate what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. johnny moaned, throwing his head back while you sucked him off. he pulled your hair away from your face again so he could see how pretty you looked while he used your mouth. your curly hair between his thighs and your pretty brown eyes looking up at him while you choked around him had him almost ready to cum.

“you like getting your mouth fucked?” he asked between moans. you pulled off of him briefly and used your hand to stroke him so that you could answer.

“mhm.” you nodded.

you took him back into your mouth immediately. you swirl your tongue around his head before taking as much as you could down your throat. johnny bucked his hips up causing you to choke around him. the feeling of your throat constricting around his head had him throwing his head back on your couch again. he gripped your hair tighter in his grasp. you moaned at the sting, hoping he’d take the hint and he’d keep doing it.

“you like it when i pull your hair like that? you dirty fucking slut.” he did it again, tugging at your hair and you moaned around him. “gonna fuck your throat now. you ready?”

you hummed around him in approval. his hips stuttered from the vibration your little hum caused but he pushed through. he rammed his dick in your mouth, pressing you down until your nose touched his pubic bone. he pulled you off by your hair and smiled down at you as you coughed and sputtered.

“good fucking girl.” johnny said, repeating his action of quite literally shoving his dick down your throat. “fuck you give good head.” he moaned out and then pulled you off again. he looked at you. as fucked up as it was he loved how messy and dazed you looked. how your lips were swollen and how they were slick with spit. how your mascara had started to run down your cheeks and stain them in black tears.

“what kind of attention seeking slut wears mascara to the gym?” johnny tsked at you wiping the black tears with his thumb. he shoved it in your mouth and you sucked it clean. “dirty fucking bitch.”

“you like it.” you retorted and he smiled.

“i thought you were shy.” he teased you running his thumb over your pretty, swollen lips.

“not anymore.” you replied, taking him back in your mouth and he moaned, throwing his head back and tangling his fingers in your hair once again. you licked the underside of it and then sucked the head into your mouth as you looked up at johnny through your wet lashes.

“shit! don’t look at me like that or i’m gonna fucking cum.” he whimpered his bravado dissolving. you continued your actions sucking him off while you looked up at him and he moaned again, his chest heaving up and down. “fuck i’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed right before he shot spurts of his warm cum down your throat.

you swallowed everything that he gave you and then gave his tip a small kiss making his hips stutter.

“you’re a dirty girl. come here.” he said pulling you up and capturing your lips in a kiss tasting himself on your tongue.

“how was that?” you asked him

“fucking incredible.”

“i wore the mascara for you, by the way.” you told him. you felt silly admitting to him out loud but he just smiled. you were so adorable to him.

“well i’m sorry i ruined it then.” he said, kissing your tear stained cheek.

“no you’re not but i appreciate the fake concern.”

“how about i make it up to you by eating your pussy and fucking you really good?”

“hmm, deal.” johnny wasted no time scooping you up in his arms and laying you down on the couch. he took off the remainder of his clothing, now standing in front of you in all his naked glory. he was so sexy and you couldn’t believe he was all yours right now.

“i’m gonna make you cum so hard baby.” he said before placing a hungry kiss on your lips. he began kissing down your body and as soon as he made it to the waist of your yoga pants he stopped.

“why’d you stop, baby?” you asked him

“you have your belly button pierced? that’s so fucking hot.” he said giving it a tiny kiss that oddly made you shudder. he removed your black yoga pants to reveal your baby pink thong. “this color looks so fucking good on you but, a thong to the gym? you’re a slut.” he teased and you shoved his shoulder.

“i don’t like panty lines, okay?” you said and he hummed in response.

“and they’re fucking soaked. this wet from sucking my dick and some kisses?” your cheeks burned hot again and you looked away from him briefly to collect yourself.

“stop teasing me.” you pouted and he smiled at you.

“what’s the fun in that? obviously the teasing’s been working.” he said running a long finger over your clothed slit. he finally pulled your thong down sucking in a breath at the sight of your pussy.

“such a pretty pussy.” he wasted no time lapping up the juices that dripped from you. using his tongue to lick you from bottom to top.

“mmm johnny.” you moaned. you couldn’t believe after all these months of pining he was between your legs, sucking on your clit like it was the only place he ever wanted to be.

“you taste so fucking good, baby doll.” he praised pulling away for a second. he eased a finger into your pussy and you squeaked at the intrusion. “nice and tight. i’m gonna have to stretch you out for my dick.”

“stretch me out then.” you said, your shy exterior was long gone now. he groaned at your words, going back to what he was doing.

while he fingered you, he went back to sucking your clit. the feeling made your head spin. but what really had you moaning like a slut is when he pumped another one of his long fingers into your pussy. you clenched around the digits, sucking them in greedily. his mouth was still busy on your clit, sucking it until you were squirming and trying to close your legs.

“keep your fucking legs open.” he said using his free hand to land smacks on both of your thighs. you moaned at the impact, your pussy clenching around his fingers. “you like it when i hit you? you really are a slut.”

“yours. i’m your slut.” you said to him, looking at him with those pretty doe eyes.

“you’re gonna get it if you keep telling me that.” he pulled his fingers out of you making you whimper but he pushed the digits past your lips, making you suck on them. “get them nice and wet for me, baby doll.”

while you were making a mess on his fingers johnny used his other hand to pump his dick. you watched with hungry eyes wanting nothing more but his dick in you. you pushed your hips up towards him silently begging him to give you what you wanted.

“you want my dick in that slutty little pussy?” he asked and you nodded softly, his fingers still heavy on your tongue. “beg for it.” he whispered, taking his fingers from your mouth and sticking them back inside of you, satiating you for a little bit.

“fuck me, johnny. i need you inside of me so bad.” you begged pushing your hips up again. his fingers continued to scissor you open and you were sure you were gonna explode if he didn’t put his dick in you.

“that’s my girl.” he praised you. he pulled his fingers from your pussy and used your juices to coat his dick.

“fuck me, johnny.” you begged him again, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling his body toward you until his dick was prodding at your entrance.

he grabbed his dick, slapping it on your pussy listening to the way you moaned in anticipation. he was gonna fuck the shit out of you. both of you had been dreaming about this forever. he pushed inside of you and you gasped grabbing on to his biceps to center yourself.

“you are so fucking big.” you whined out. you couldn’t believe how full you felt right now. you felt your walls spasming around him and he groaned, throwing his head back.

“fuck you gotta relax, baby doll. you’re gonna make me cum if you squeeze around me like that.” he said leaning over you so his arms were on either side of your head.

“so fucking big, johnny.” tears began to prickle in your lash line while you looked up at him. your little whimpers and the way you were in tears had blood rushing to johnny’s dick. it was fucked up. he knew that.

“i know, baby. you wanna stop?” he asked and you shook your head no immediately.

“no!” you exclaimed. “please fuck me.”

he started moving his hips, starting off slowly. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you clawed at his biceps. johnny hissed when your nails dug into his skin no doubt leaving marks in their wake.

“you’re so deep.” you choked out, tears spilling from your eyes.

“all that shit you were talking and you can’t even take my dick.” he teased you. your lips wobbled when his hips picked up speed, tears still sliding down your cheeks.

“i…fuckkk…i can. i-i can take it.” you argued back, but you didn’t sound that convincing to him or to yourself for that matter.

“then shut the fuck up and take it.” he pushed his fingers back in your mouth and you cried out around them when he started pounding into you. “such a messy baby.” he said to you when your drool dripped down his fingers and mixed in with your tears.

he took his fingers out of your mouth and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together. he was still bullying his dick into you, the head bumping against your sweet spot with every thrust. you moaned clenching around him, that feeling in your tummy threatening to snap.

“johnny…please don’t stop.” you moaned your nails digging into his arms even harder probably breaking skin.

“is my little slut gonna cum already?” he asked and you nodded frantically. “well you’re gonna have to hold it.” before letting your face go. you whined throwing your head back trying to do as he said. you looked so cute, he thought. so cute trying to be a good girl for him when he was torturing you with every drag of his dick in your spasming walls.

“p-please?” you hiccuped, more tears flowing down your pretty cheeks.

he was gonna think about this moment for a long time, even if he did get to fuck you again. he’d always remember this.

he thrusted into you still, seeming to never slow down. he was edging you, every time he felt you about to cum he slowed his movements, torturing you. it was fucking torture.

“please?” you begged again, you didn’t think you could take it anymore. your legs now numb and all you could feel was how your pussy throbbed helplessly around his dick, which was also begging for a release. “please johnny. please let me cum.”

“no.” he said and you whined again

you tried so hard to hold it, but the more he fucked you the more your orgasm started to breakthrough. your body was shaking. he made sure he was hitting your spot whenever he rammed into you making it impossible to hold on any longer. your walls spasmed around him and johnny decided he was done torturing you.

“go ahead and cum, baby doll.” he encouraged you.

you finally let go, letting that band in your tummy snap. you came so hard you felt like you were gonna blackout. you squeezed so hard around him he almost spilled inside of you but he held out. he kept driving his hips into you while you throbbed around him and laid under him unmoving because of how hard your orgasm hit you.

“i’m gonna cum.” he announced. he thrusted into you a few more times and when his hips stuttered and he was about to pull out you locked your ankles around his waist with the little strength you had left.

“nuh uhn. cum in me.” you whispered.

“fuckkkk!” he cursed right before he shot ropes of his cum into you, painting your walls white. he pulled out of you watching as his cum flowed out of you and ruined your couch cushions.

after you caught your breath and came back to your senses, you looked up at johnny who was already staring at you. you couldn’t believe what just happened. you fucked him, raw. and what you really couldn’t believe is you let a virtual complete stranger cum inside you.

“johnny we just fucked with no condom.”

“i’m clean. i swear. and i’m assuming you’re on birth control miss ‘cum in me’.” you hid your face in your hands when you recalled your dirty words.

“i am.” you confirmed

“then stop freaking out and let’s just bask in the fact we just had some really good sex.” he said giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“we can’t bask for too long i need to shower.” you said before sliding from underneath him and standing to your feet. “you can come join me.” you stuck your hand out for him to grab onto.

“i’d love to.” he replied, grabbing your hand.

“we’re only showering though. no hanky panky.” you said and he pouted at you before nodding.

“fine.” he huffed.

…

it had been a few weeks since you and johnny started seeing each other. you’d been on a few dates and outside of the obvious sexual attraction you guys had for each other, you were actually starting to catch real feelings for him. so here you were at the gym again, laying out your yoga mat before the start of class.

“so how’ve things been going with johnny?” the girl from a few weeks ago asked you.

“great.” you said with a smile.

“he still stares at you all the time, you must’ve put a spell on him.” she joked, beginning her stretches. she had no idea. no idea the reason he was staring at you is because he just got done blowing your back out before you came here.

“something like that.” you replied.

after class, you met johnny in the weight room where he was using one of the machines. when he finished he pulled you into a hug, placing a kiss on your lips.

“you’re sweaty.” you said

“so are you.” he replied, wiping the sweat that had accumulated on your forehead with the back of his hand.

you kissed him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth and he pulled back.

“is my baby needy again? was this morning not enough?” he asked you

you nodded, “i need you. what are you doing after this?” he’d become like a drug the past few weeks. you hadn’t went two days without fucking him and you’d be damned if you were gonna stop now.

“you.” he answered lowly, giving you another kiss.

that’s how you guys ended up in his bedroom, you bouncing on his dick like your life depended on it.

“i’m gonna cum, johnny.” you whined.

“cum for me, baby doll.” he encouraged you, kissing you while you came. he followed right behind you, filling you up.

you sat there in silence for a moment, laying your head on his shoulder and enjoying the closeness.

“you should be my girlfriend.” he said and you lifted your head up and looked at him.

“are you fucking with me, johnny?” you asked him

“no. i’m serious. we’ve been having sex and going on dates like a couple. and you’re beautiful. i want you all to myself. so be my girlfriend?”

“okay! i’ll be your girlfriend. funny time to ask when your dick is inside of me.”

“what’s a better time to ask?” he inquired as he rubbed soothing circles into your hips.

“any other time really.” you answered, lifting off of him and laying down next to him on his bed. “but you know what? it’s full circle. that’s how we even started talking to each other in the first place.”

“remember when you were shy?”

“remember when i told you to shut up?”

“no?”

“because i’m telling you to shut up now.”

“rude.”

“get used to it, boyfriend!” you beamed, reaching over to pinch his cheek.

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Can i also request 15, 17, 3, and 4 from the dialogue list with lando?

I’m not gonna pretend anymore. I’m still fucked up from it all and i don’t know when it gets better.

Why do you stick around? What is it you think you see in me?

You’re my person

No, i don’t wanna have to talk to anyone else right now. I just want you.

TW: Mentions of 2019 AH19 Crash, rest in peace Tonio and brief mentions of Dilano’s crash, rest in peace.

lando norris x reader

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

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“And, OH that’s Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N, off into the gravel and the rear of the car colliding with the wall, and that’s their race over. Thankfully, not a recreation of his 2019 crash, but still that is their race over. And that brings out the safety car which will help Lando and Oscar, the McLaren boys as they dive into the pits… and as an update we can see Y/N getting out of the car unaided, a little bit shaken but they otherwise seem unharmed, and as we watch…”

Y/N flicked the TV off before throwing the remote against the wall, and curling up in a ball, pulling at their hair trying to calm their breathing down. During and after the crash, watching the replays, despite all their complaints against the FIA, when Dilano had died early this year, their changes had slightly worked. The changes had saved their life.

And yet, here they were. Panicking over something that hadn’t even happened. They heard another knock at the door, screaming in their mind for their PR manager to fuck off. They didn’t want to do media right now, hearing the 50 journalists all ask them the same question, comparing 2019 to now. When the door opened, Y/N was ready to scream profanities at poor Janelle until she fucked off, and then they saw the curly hair of their boyfriend and allowed a small smile to grace their face. It fell off pretty quickly as they looked down at their wrists, heavily bruised from the impact.

They saw Lando open his mouth to speak and quickly beat him to it.

“Lando…Why do you stick around? What is it you think you see in me?”

“...What? I-I’m with you because you’re funny and pretty and a damn good driver if I ever saw one, and damn it, you’re my person!…I know that today was hard, but it is all gonna be okay. Do you want me to maybe go and get Pierre or Charles, or your team psychologist, someone for you to talk to.” Y/N quickly shook their head and opened their arms for Lando to fall into.

“No, i don’t wanna have to talk to anyone else right now. I just want you.”

“Okay, I do think you need to talk about it though, so how about it? Talk to me, even if you aren’t gonna talk to anyone.”

Y/N took a deep breath, “I’m not gonna pretend anymore. I’m still fucked up from it all and i don’t know when it gets better. It seems a little ridiculous to me that I am still scared of an event that happened 4 years ago.”

“I think it is completely understandable. Your life was changed then. You lost a good friend and you had to rethink your life about whether you wanted to do this or not. I think anytime we come to Spa, people admire your bravery and determination to race here every year.”

“Thank you Lando…that…that helps a lot.”

“It’s what I’m here for darling. Now, can we go back to the hotel room and binge the new season of young royals?”

“Please!”

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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 11 months

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Ghost x City Girl Reader

You and Ghost were trying to keep your little fling a secret from the team. Low-key. Private. For a while, that was working.

Drama, Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Break-Ups, Flirting, Banter, Reader smokes, Setting up future smut for the next part, this is about to turn from some nasty smut into something intimate and romantic, but not yet (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘), i love a good toxic couple to actually healthy, functioning relationship where people grow pipeline

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It's not often that Price asks Ghost about his personal life.

While he hadn't any explicit details, the Captain had been more than aware of his lieutenant's upbringing, alongside his work involving Roba. Had Ghost been a little older, Price was sure the lieutenant would have already matched him in grit and trauma. After all, life never was kind to men like them.

Because of that, Price had respected the man's privacy; it wasn't like he needed a full life story to see Ghost as both a respectable and reliable force of nature. In the Task Force, it's not your past which makes you who you are, it's what you do from here on out.

Actions speak louder than words.

So it's hard not to make comments and have a few questions, after Price has spent the last few hours watching his soldiers eyefuck each other all day. As they have been doing for nearly a month now.

"You and Spice..." The Captain cuts right to the chase, looking up at Ghost from his desk, his expression a cross between being concerned and curious. "Is there something up I should know about?"

Ghost groaned to himself, remaining still in front of Price. No doubt, he knew where this conversation was already going, even as he dreaded it in its entirety.

"...Wha's this about, Captain?"

Price chuckles, having found the answer he was looking for in that response right there. The Captain knows his men and he knows them well, even though Ghost might try and act like it's not true; the lieutenant had been no exception.

And if the Captain's own cunning hadn't been enough to tip him off already, then better yet, he now uses his head to gesture, "Your collar, Simon."

Ghost can't see it yet -- he's kicking himself in the ass mentality as the realization dawns on him -- but some of your lipstick (though barely in Regs on you) had smeared on the corner of his mask, leaving faint marks of the past lust-filled encounter he'd just had with you earlier this day. Left there and forgotten for the perusal of all his colleagues.

Who's to say how long that's been visible there. That would only explain the odd faces Soap and Gaz kept making toward him since returning from lunch. Ghost had merely thought the behaviors had just been the Sergeants' usual ogling natures. Clearly, he'd been mistaken.

The man can't bring himself to do anything other than straighten up and listen, now looking as defeated as he looked irritated. There'd be no lying his way out of this one.

"I'm talking to you about it because I know you'll give me a straight answer," Price admits, placing his pen down now and putting an end to his paperwork, so that he could fully face his subordinate.

No doubt, Price knew if he asked you about it, he'd only receive lies and half-truths. Ghost could be just as dishonest, though the Captain has found his shortness much more digestible. "If you two have something-"

"We don't."

Price can't help but let out a small chuckle at Ghost's quickness to deny that fact. "Right," he says. "Look, Simon, you're both adults. What you two choose to do outside of work is no one's business but your own..."

Ghost tries desperately not to tune Price's words out, however good-intended they were. This had all merely been obvious advice to him, and completely wasted at that, because nothing else was going on. Nothing at all.

Ghost had just been a pit stop on the road for you, and you had just been a minor distraction throughout the day that he ought to forget about already. That's how it looks. That's how it's been.

It didn't make the man's stomach turn any less rationalizing it that way.

At some point or another, Price had come to his conclusion, deep within the unprompted lecture.

"...I just need to know you can keep whatever's goin' on... discreet, yeah? Behind closed doors."

"It won't happen again," Ghost bluntly states.

"Ah," Price shrugs. "That's not-"

Price stops himself when he sees that the lieutenant won't budge. He hadn't been judging by any means. Believe it or not, the Captain had been the first one to come around to you before everyone else.

He always saw you as a troubled soul just needing some focus. And you make mistakes, ones you acknowledge, which the Captain has been more understanding about than you felt you deserved. He wouldn't judge the lieutenant's interest in you.

However, Ghost had already come to a conclusion even before stepping foot into this office; the thought of you and that other man had yet to leave the lieutenant's mind, even hours later.

Images of you kissing that strange man, that man that was not him, it hit him like hot flashes throughout the day, burning in him slowly every time he had to see you again. Between that and this, Ghost figured it'd be best for you both to quit now while you're ahead.

If the jig was up then let it be up for good, Ghost thought. He didn't need the complications anymore.

"Had that been all then, sir?" Ghost asks.

Price sighs, sinking back in his seat in casual defeat.

Alas, there had been another reason Price had been interested in prying into Simon's private life. So the Captain switches things back to an environment both men are comfortable in. Work.

"No," Price says. "There had been something else for you. An assignment."

"What's the mission?"

The sun sets over the base.

A tangerine sky sits above with a peach-colored sun, and the summer air warming the evening. The day was coming to an end now, everyone clocking off so they could do it all over again tomorrow. You were standing in the parking lot with Gaz when Ghost finally found you.

You stood off by your car, a cigarette half gone through, perched between your two fingers, stained by your lipstick. Meanwhile, the Sergeant stood beside you, gabbing on about God knows what that had you laughing yourself to tears.

It doesn't take you long to notice the lieutenant approaching, and for those laughs to all but whittle away. You start to sniff the air, your nose scrunching as you groan unpleasurably. You turn to Gaz. "What's that smell?"

Your eyebrows furrow with disgust, nostrils continuing to smell the air around you, until your eyes have comically fallen onto Ghost's, who stands with mild bemusement a few feet away from you.

"Oh," you say. "It's just Manchester."

Oh ha ha, Ghost had thought. He'd have to remember to laugh in the future.

"Ouch," Gaz laughs himself now.

You turn your back to Ghost once you see he won't indulge you with a reaction, bringing your attention back to Gaz. Those you more or less used him as something to look at as you waited to hear what the lieutenant wanted.

"A word," Ghost says.

You chuckle like you didn't think he was serious. However, seeing as he hadn't budged, you groan, flicking your cigarette away and looking back over at Gaz.

And then, you rest your hand on the Sergeant's shoulder, letting your fingers graze him soothingly as you make your way over to follow the lieutenant. "Tell me more about it later," you purr.

Ghost didn't even want to ask.

You admit, when Ghost pulled you into an empty room you thought you two were going for round two. While you hadn't been planning on it -- your crotch definitely still throbbing from your last interaction -- you had been more than down for another go at him.

However, fucking you had been the last thing on Ghost's mind. Well, not the last, but it wasn't the first.

He makes sure the door's shut behind him before turning his full attention to you. "You're getting sloppy," he points to the lipstick smear.

You giggle, bringing your hand to your mouth rather mockingly. You hadn't actually noticed that you left that there, though you wish you had. It was perfect. "Who saw?"

"Price," Ghost sighs. "Though I'm sure the entire team knows by now."

Now you've started laughing, which only seemed to further irritate the man, feeding more to your sick humor. It's no secret you like to sleep around, so it made no difference to you if people knew or not.

However, it had been a first on the team.

"Hey," you start to tease. "You should be proud. You bagged a baddie. That's worth some boasting, yeah?"

"Stop it," Ghost no longer felt interested in trading banter with you anymore, wanting you to hear him when he says, "Look, I'm putting an end to this, Spice."

You scoff now, mockingly. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed now-"

"No," he stops you right there. "Of course not."

It takes a moment for his words to take meaning to you, but once they have, your whole demeanor changes. Gears shifting. For a moment, Ghost could have sworn you looked upset.

"Why?" You ask.

Why? Because now it's become a disruption. A hiccup at work. "This has gone on long enough," he answers. "Let's not pretend this was going to be a long term thing here."

"I wasn't."

That makes Ghost pause for a second, though he hadn't been sure why. It had just been the way you'd said it -- like that hadn't even been a thought to you, this small thing being something more.

"We're on the same page then," he says plainly. "It's done."

Only that answer did little to satisfy you. In fact, it did the opposite. Frankly, you had no intention of ending things; not without it being on your own terms that is.

And you had a funny feeling the lieutenant wasn't ready to end things either. He has plenty of buttons to push for you to find out.

"Did a little bit of lipstick spook you, Manchester? Or was it the whole jealousy thing-"

"Enough," Ghost intersects. He knows if he doesn't put his foot down at some point, he couldn't rely on you to leave this. Not without making it messy, which had not been something he signed up for. Then again, he knew he'd been playing with fire when he decided to involve himself with you. It's that which got you both here in the first place, and he'd be a liar to say it hadn't kept him warm all this time.

You cross your arms like a pouty little princess, going as far as to look grumpy while doing it too. Of course, you were being more dramatic than you actually felt about the matter, it wasn't like you couldn't find someone else to sleep with. Though, there hadn't been anyone quite like Simon...

"You know, this wouldn't be an issue if you'd just take off that stupid thing-"

"That's not happening."

"Why?" You start making jabs at him now. "Scared you might like having it gone-"

Ghost takes an intimidating step forward, no longer wanting to use words to silence you. Not when his presence could do the trick. He glares at you, demanding your silence.

Silence you would not give him.

Any time the lieutenant felt the need to step up to you, it only triggered your fight-or-flight senses to do the same. So you step forward yourself, keeping your arms crossed and a smile on your face, as you glare back at Ghost, reading everything he had to say in his gaze.

You look him up and down, letting your eyes grow half-lidded and sultry. "You know," you coo. "I think you might like a little kiss on the lips. It might make you act like less of an asshole."

You approach him, until your toes are a small tap away, his body-heat resonating through his uniform to you. The sound of his breath making a low, irritable huff as he exhaled made the hairs on the back of your neck stand, as you kept your eyes locked on his.

Ghost doesn't budge, not wanting to further humor whatever it was you were trying to do. Not that you made it easy. Any time you came close like this, your perfume blanketed him like a warm welcome, your eyes inviting him in. And you knew what you were doing too.

"Don't tell me you never thought about it," you purr, bringing your hand down to his. "I have."

Oh, Ghost has thought about it, from time to time. Mostly when you were alone together and he had you close to him. They were often mere seconds. Urges that pass where he's watched your lips, seeing how full and lush they were, just begging for his mouth to take them in with his.

You continue to let your words try and coax him into action, letting your fingers run delicately up his arm, slowly as you spoke.

"And I'm not talking about those short little pecks we give each other when we fuck," you tell him. "I mean something real. Something deep. A kiss."

You've seen Ghost's eyes drop to your lips now, lingering, taking in every detail. Battling with his own self control. And yet, he remains still, refusing to budge.

So you push even further.

You let your hands slide up slowly, making sure that he's felt every small essence of you which grazed him, until you've let your fingers fall short of his collarbone, where the edge of his mask lie.

"Come on, Manchester," you step on your tippy toes now, mocking his accent as you speak. "Give us a kiss."

Even now, there was just something about the way the air felt between you two this close. As though the air around you had become a bubble, zapping the oxygen out, and slowly drawing you near each other for another breath of fresh air.

Ghost would sooner suffocate if it meant he didn't have to long for another scarce breath of you that wouldn't last long enough to really ever fill him. You would sooner let the flame burn the oxygen away, until its suffocated you both in its ash and soot, if only it meant the fires which burned you would be hot.

And boy did you make those flames look inviting to burn in.

Ghost stops your hand just short of reaching his mask, his touch both tentative and yet so sure of itself all at once. Though his gaze softens, his tone does not.

"No more."

You pull your hand from his and step away, giving him the distance he's so asked for. "Fine."

Somehow, Ghost had doubted everything had been fine. But time had not been on his side for him to see.

"I'd tell you not to be a brat about it," Ghost starts to quip. "But I know that'd be asking for too much."

You cross your arms and smirk. "Glad you know me so well, Manchester," you say. "Now, was that it then, sir?"

"We've got new orders."

You pause, straightening up some.

"We do?"

Part Five Here!

You know what, how about I put some plot in your porn now. I wanted to have fun typing this, so I'm not trying to spend too much time dreary on about mission details and whatnot (since this is fake and my "military" knowledge extends to Google, my ex-husband and my time in ROTC, so in other words, inaccurate), so I hope this reads snappy and kinda flowy.

At the end of the day, you already know where I'm trying to go with this. An easy breezy read. Some chapters might be short, some might be long, it'll be whatever feels right. However, I'm finishing up the outline to this, that way it's not just a meaningless read. And, I'm still working on my other WIPs, I promise!

@13thprogenitor @cabreezer0117 😃

#call of duty #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost mwii #ghost mw2 #john price #kyle garrick #gaz cod #modern warfare ii #mwii #call of duty modern warfare ii #mw2022 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #Spotify

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kaaaaaaarf · 7 months

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So I had quite a few people ask me about Remus' 💖💖🍆🥵Sirius Black🥵🍆💖💖 playlist from chapter two of The Killing Time (unwillingly mine), and you all know how much I love playlists, so....may I present a weird and horny playlist by Remus J Lupin:

My Body ft. Your Lips by The Beaches & Beach Weather

Ooh, I wanna be your bitch I wanna taste your spit I wanna be your bitch Leave a mark on my innocence My body featuring your lips, your lips

2. Young American by The Vaccines

Hold me in the grips of your jaw So you can show me what my mouth is for Suffocate me in between your thighs And take me swimming naked in your eyes [...] Heavy and aggressive, I'm your thug So easy and obsessive, I'm your drug I am yours, take me now

3. I Want To Be Your Only Pet by Bombay Bicycle Club

Oh I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet I want to be your only pet

4. Rock My Boy's Body by Joseph Stephens

People stop to ask me, "How do you please your man?" Take it from the black sheep baby, every way I can Sometimes it's with fire, and sometimes with ice Just don't get it twisted, this body's gonna pay the price Gonna rock my boy's body Gonna rock my boy's body tonight

5. Every Breath You Take by The Police

Oh, can't you see You belong to me? How my poor heart aches With every step you take? Every move you make And every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you

6. Closer by Nine Inch Nails

I broke apart my insides (Help me) I've got no soul to sell (Help me) the only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God

7. Maps (Early Four Track Demo) by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Wait, they don't love you like I love you Wait, they don't love you like I love you Maps Wait, they don't love you like I love you

8. You're Mine by Phantogram

'Cause you're mine 'Cause you're mine 'Cause you're mine 'Cause you're mine No one's gonna love you No one's gonna touch you No ones gonna look at you the way that I do

9. Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak An escape is just a nod and a casual wave Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days It's only just a crush, it'll go away It's just like all the others it'll go away Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know You pray it all away but it continues to grow [...] As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

10. Cockroach by Miya Folick

Crush me under the weight Bitterness, jealousy, hate 'Cause I'm a fucking cockroach And you can't kill me I'm a fuckin' cockroach And you can't kill me Crush me, crush me Crush me, crush me (crush me) Crush me (crush me), crush me Crush me (crush me), crush me

11. Treat Me Like A Slut by Kim Petras

Ride it, slide it, bite it, get inside it Come on, touch my body I know that you like it, you can't hide it Come on, touch my body Harder, bigger, faster, longer, thicker Come on, touch my body I can see that you gettin' excited Come on, touch my body Treat me like a slut Little dirty bitch, I love to fuck

12. Make Me Feel by Janelle Monae

It's like I'm powerful with a little bit of tender An emotional, sexual bender Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better There's nothin' better That's just the way you make me feel That's just the way you make me feel So real, so good, so fuckin' real

13. Filthy/Gorgeous by Scissor Sisters

'Cause you're filthy (filthy) Ooh, and I'm gorgeous (gorgeous) 'Cause you're filthy (filthy) Ooh, and I'm gorgeous (gorgeous) You're disgusting Ooh, and you're nasty And you can grab me Ooh, 'cause you're nasty

14. Stuff Me Up by Peaches

I see you sitting, stuffing your face, why don't you stuff me up? Mmmmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

15. Flower by Liz Phair

Everything you say is so obnoxious, funny, true and mean I want to be your blow job queen You're probably shy and introspective That's not part of my objective I just want your fresh, young jimmy Jamming, slamming, ramming in me Every time I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste I want to fuck you like a dog I'll take you home and make you like it Everything you ever wanted Everything you ever thought of Is everything I'll do to you I'll fuck you till your dick is blue

16. ...Baby, One More Time by Britney Spears

Show me how you want it to be Tell me baby 'cause I need to know now, oh because My loneliness is killing me (and I) I must confess I still believe (still believe) When I'm not with you I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me baby one more time Hit me baby one more time

17. Wet Dream by Wet Leg

I was in your wet dream Driving in my car Saw you at the side of the road There's no one else around You're touching yourself, touching yourself Touching your, touching yourself Touching yourself

18. Stars Are Blind by Paris Hilton

I don't mind spending some time just hanging here with you 'Cause I don't find too many guys that treat me like you do Those other guys all wanna take me for a ride But when I walk, they talk of suicide Some people never get beyond their stupid pride But you can see the real me inside, and I'm satisfied

19. What's Your Fantasy by Ludacris

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh, " you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? [...] How ever you want it, lover-lover gon' tap that ass soon See I cast 'em and I passed 'em Get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and outlast 'em And if it ain't good then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free And they tell me what's they fantasy Like up on the roof, roof Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me

20. Taste by Lorna Vallings

If I could have just a moment of you Would I be wanting more? If I could have just a taste of you Would I be addicted? If I could have just a touch of you Could I tear myself away? I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin With no consequence To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth Swallow me

21. Gimme More by Britney Spears

Gimme, gimme (more), gimme (more), gimme, gimme (more) Gimme, gimme (more), gimme (more), gimme, gimme (more) I just can't control myself Ooh (more) They want more? Well, I'll give them more Ow! (More)

22. Drive by Melissa Ferrick

Your mouth waters Stretched out on my bed Your fingers are trembling And your heart is heavy and red And your head is bent back And your back is arched My hand is under there Holding you up I'll hold you up And drive you all night I'll hold you up And drive you, baby, till you feel the daylight

23. Killshot - Slowed + Reverb by Magdalena Bay

If I fall in every time Wicked love will leave me blind Yeah I knew it I been through it Oh god Can you make my heart stop Hit me with your kill shot baby I mean it so serious

24. (You Drive Me) Crazy by Britney Spears

Tell me you're so into me That I'm the only one you will see Tell me I'm not in the blue, oh That I'm not wasting my feelings on you Loving you means so much more More than anything I ever felt before You drive me crazy I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa oh oh, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night Crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Crazy, but it feels alright Every day and every night

25. Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls

Typical ain't hardly the type I fall for I like when the physical Don't leave me asking for more I'm a sexy mama (Mama) Who knows just how to get what I wanna (Wanna) What I wanna do is spring this on ya (On ya) Back up all of the things that I told ya (Told ya, told ya, told ya) You been sayin' all the right things all night long But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off

26. Popsicle by Talking Heads

Ask, it shall be given Pay, and ye shall receive Cigarettes and pantyhose Hit me in the funny bone Hynie hole Tootsie roll Jelly roll Time to go Popsicle of love Gimme gimme gimme one of those (It's summertime, boy!) coconut delight Honey honey honey don't let go (It's summertime, love)

27. Horny by Mark Morrison

Get on the floor I wanna freak you, huh Roses are red And violets are blue Get on the floor Oh oh yeah Get horny, get horny (Drop your clothes on da floor) Get horny, get horny, wooh (An close da door, ya know the score) Get horny, get horny (Show ya bod, I don't waste no time, no) Get horny, get horny

28. Sex Bomb by Tom Jones

Make me explode although you know The route to go to sex me slow (slow baby) And yes, I must react to claims of those Who say that you are not all that Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb uh, huh You can give it to me when I need to come along Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb And baby you can turn me on (turn me on)

29. I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred

I'm a model, you know what I mean And I do my little turn on the catwalk Yeah, on the catwalk, yeah, on the catwalk, yeah I shake my little tush on the catwalk I'm too sexy for my cat Too sexy for my cat Poor pussy, poor pussy cat I'm too sexy for my love Too sexy for my love Love's going to leave me

30. Hot In Herre by Nelly

I got secrets cant leave Cancun So take it off like your home alone You know dance in front your mirror while your on the phone Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend, Like "girl I think my butt gettin big" Its gettin hot in here (so hot) So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

31. Casual by Chappell Roan

My friends call me a loser 'Cause I'm still hanging around I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch I thought you thought of me better Someone you couldn't lose You said, "We're not together" So now when we kiss, I have anger issues You said, "Baby, no attachment" But we're Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out Is it casual now? Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach Is it casual now? I know what you tell your friends It's casual, if it's casual now Then, baby, get me off again If it's casual, it's casual now

32. I'm Your Man by Wham!

Call me good Call me bad Call me anything you want to, baby But I know that you're sad And I know I'll make you happy With the one thing that you never had Baby, I'm your man (do do do that, don't you do that) Don't you know that? Baby, I'm your man (do do do that) You bet If you're gonna do it, do it right (right, do it with me)

33. You Want It Darker by Leonard Cohen

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game If you are the healer, it means im broken and lame If thine is the glory, then mine must be the shame You want it darker We kill the flame Magnified, sanctified Be the holy name Vilified, crucified In the human frame A million candles burning For the help that never came You want it darker

#fic: murder husbands #fic: the killing time (unwillingly mine)#epicblueblanket #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #lyrics #Spotify #playlist

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thatastrobae · 8 months

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🌻They rarely fight, but when they do it’s funny af. Margo’s sarcasm and Miles’ sassiness is a recipe for pure comedy.

🌻Margo is the weird one fs, but Miles is the one who asks “Babe, would you love me if I were a worm?”

🌻Margo changes her avatar’s hairstyle every hour and her actual hairstyle every week. Miles absolutely loves how versatile she is.

🌻Miles’ Spanish is intermediate, but Margo (who doesn’t know a lick of Spanish) thinks he’s an expert. She always compliments him on how beautifully he speaks it and this motivates him to learn more

🌻She sees that Miles draws their friends often and wonders why he rarely draws her. Little does she know, theres a stack of sketchbooks in his nightstand that feature no one else but her. He draws her every night before he goes to sleep, wishing she was beside him.

🌻Rio is happy that she finally has someone to share chisme with. They love talking shit about Miguel.

🌻When they’re outside, Miles never lets her walk on the “road side” of the sidewalk. This form of etiquette isn’t practiced in her dimension so when she looked up the gesture, she almost swooned

🌻There's an endless amount of songs that can display how she feels about Miles: her favorite one is 'Cool People' by Chloe x Halle

🌻Ok, hear me out. Margo is an MJ variant. Her middle name is 'Janelle' (or anything that starts with J). Only her family calls her MJ so when her dad casually said "I like your new boyfriend, MJ" Miles was floored. With her permission, he starts calling her that too.

🌻Margo get's the cutest sets of coffin-shaped acrylic nails 💅🏾 and Miles often has her massage his scalp with them. The feeling makes him purr like a kitten

🌻When she was little, Margo really wanted to be a cop when she grew up so sometimes she and Miles play pretend in Jeff's car to appease her inner child. Jeff didn't have it in him to get mad cause it was too cute.

🌻She is saved in Miles' phone as 'Pixel Princess'

Photo Credit: @juicetea_ via tiktok

#cyberflower #flowerbyte #across the spiderverse #cybershock #miles/margo #miles morales #margo kess #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman atsv #flowerbyteheadcanons

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mingiswow · 8 months

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Pynk | Ahn Hyejin

Pairing: Hwasa x fem!reader

Words: +2,8k

Genre: fluff, established relationship, smut, first time

Smut warning: first time having sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering, strapon use, unprotected sex (queer people gets stds too, practice safe sex everybody), multiple orgasms,

⚠ MINORS DNI! If you’re under the age of 18 and/or don’t feel comfortable reading that type of content, I have a lot of other content here.

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

A/n: thx anon for another request and sorry it took me so long. My mind has been weird lately and my adhd has been killing me. Hope you like that 🫶

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You sighed as you felt your girlfriend’s hands running up and down your now naked legs, getting so close from the part where the fire was coming from. She chuckled at how sensitive you were. Hwasa was barely touching you and you were already losing it. How cute.

It was supposed to be one of your traditional movie nights. It has been almost half a year since you and Hyejin started dating and one of your favorite activities was staying at home, watching movies, maybe drinking some wine, maybe eating some snacks, but all you needed was each others’ company. It was supposed to be just the two of you cuddling and watching the pick of that night, portrait of a lady on fire, she promised you you’d enjoy. She forgot to say how.

She figured out you were a virgin quite a while ago. It wasn't something hard to see to be honest, how you got flushed every time she touched you a bit harder or squeezed your thighs. How you would shudder when she would purposefully run her finger like feathers through your arm or waist. Pores bristling and a hint of tint on your cheeks. It was cute though.

So when a more heated scene between the protagonists started, she felt you fidget in between her legs, a smirk dancing on her lips. Hyejin held your legs in place, squeezing the soft skin and without realizing you left a whine.

“What is it, baby?” she asked, provoking you, hands on your crotch, touching the waistband of your panties. “I can’t guess what you want if you don’t tell me” you whined, hips raising with neediness.

But you couldn’t say anything. Too shy. Too horny. Too needy. All you could do was whine and grab her arms, trying to move them to your core.

“I won’t do anything before you tell me what you want, princess.” she lifted her body to get to your ear, whispering seductively, “How will I know how to fuck you if you don’t tell me? Besides, your consent is key”.

You almost cried when she licked the spot behind your ear to the pulse in your neck. You could feel your panties sticking to your labia, heat pooling the more she provoked you.

You reunited all the strength and bravery you could have inside of you before stuttering the words.

“T-touch… please” she grinned at you.

“Where, my love?”

“Here” you grabbed her hand and put on top of your pantie, immediately feeling the light blue cotton stick to you even more with the weight.

“You want me to touch your pussy?” you nodded eagerly, eyes glossy with need. Hwasa pulled your panties down and you hissed the sudden cold air. “See? Was it that hard?” you nodded and she giggled at you. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll take care of you, ok? I’ll make sure your first time will be perfect”.

You threw your head back because as soon as she finished speaking her finger moved from bottom to top collecting your juices. The sensation of having someone else’s finger in you being almost overwhelming. In the best way possible. She was slow, too slow for your taste. But to say she was as overwhelmed as you as an understatement.

She loved you. Loved you with all her heart. And, for her, to know that you trusted her enough to let her be the first one to make love to you was beyond what her heart could handle.

The first thing Hyejin did was to play with your clit, slowly circling the hardened bud with the tip of two of her fingers. Low moans started to slip past your lips, eyes closed just enjoying the pleasure. Her eyes were fidgeting between looking at your face to see your reactions, so she could not only learn what you liked but admire your pleasured face, and your glistening opening.

The woman replaced her fingers in your clit with her mouth, her name leaving your mouth without a second thought, your hands flying to her hair. Her plump lips sucked harshly on your already very stimulated clit, tongue licking along, making you feel things you never felt before. Your mind was starting to fog up and become blank. You couldn’t think of anything else besides her movements on you. She was feasting out of you like a starved woman, like you were her last meal.

You almost exploded when she inserted her middle finger inside your hole, her long finger reaching places you never had by yourself. You felt that knot that you barely could reach whenever you touched yourself starting to tighten up. So fast. You thought to yourself but the overwhelming delicious experience was almost too much for you.

“C-lose” you stuttered, voice hoarse with how much you had moaned and whined so far. If you kept at this rate you’d not speak the next day.

Hwasa didn’t say anything, she just added another finger to your hole, filling you up with her digits. So so good. She started pumping in and out with such rapidity, the long fingers scissoring and opening your walls. It would hurt if it wasn't for the fact that she kept her mouth on your clit, her left hand had long ago sneaked under your crop shirt to squeeze and pinch your nipple. Pleasure taking over your body, mind going completely blank.

Without a warning you felt the knot finally snapped and you came all over your girlfriend’s face and fingers, the lewd squelching sound coming from under you as she kept fingering and eating you through your high. Your legs were shaking, trembling, closing around her head. But she didn’t seem to care. No. She was loving the pressure around her, your full thighs rubbing against her, your sweaty skin hugging her, invading her senses, her own pussy wet, pulsing around nothing with just the sight of you, her oh so innocent virgin girlfriend being broken, corrupted by her and only her. The power trip she was having was going all the way down to her pussy and she swore she could cum untouched.

“T… Too… mu-” you tried to tell her to stop, but you had no strength left in your body, no voice, no air.

She detached her mouth from your clit and you moaned with the lack of pressure against it.

“I know baby, but I know you can give another one, huh?” she left tiny soft kisses against your thighs, so contrasting to the fierce movements of her finger against your already abused walls. “I love you so much, yn. Thank you for trusting me” you nodded, her words filling your weak brain and going down your pulsing walls. “Cum for me again and I’ll let you rest. Just one more, you’ll see how good you’ll feel”.

It was like her words were magic to you but all her praise and softness got you cuming all over again, the sensation washing you over, your back arching and a louder moan leaving your mouth, her name a mantra in your lips as she ate everything your pussy gave her. If it was anyone else you’d think it was weird, even gross, but she was so hot slurping between your legs.

“Such a good girl for me, so so good” she gave a long lick across your vulva and you shuddered. “God, I could eat you out all night” she chuckled, licking the remains of your juices from her face. “But I need to let my baby girl rest, too much for you, right?” you nodded, eyes zoned out but somehow still focused on her.

Hyejin moved from the place between your legs to your face, lowering herself and kissing you deeply, calmly, lovingly, making you taste yourself against her tongue, the taste making you go dizzy all over again.

“B-babe” you called her, eyes closed with embarrassment. She just hummed, her lips against your neck already. “You…” the words got stuck on your throat. “You didn’t…” she chuckled at your sudden shyness.

“I didn’t what?” her fingertips dancing against your skin, goosebumps rising.

“You didn’t… cum” the last word came as a whisper and she smirked, her eyes becoming impossibly dark and big.

“You want me to cum?” you nodded at her question, cheeks heating up. “But tonight is about you, baby” she moved some stray hairs that were stuck in your face with the sweat.

“But… it’s unfair” she smiled, even completely fucked out, tired and wasted, you thought about her. About her pleasure.

“Let’s go to the bedroom and we’ll both cum, okay?” you nodded eagerly. “Can you stand up?” you tried to get on your feet alone but it was hard, your legs weak. “Did I eat you weak?” She smirked and chuckled at you.

“Shut up” you said under your breath but allowed her to carry you to her bedroom, laying your body on top of the soft mattress. “We should have come here before starting anything” you two laughed a little.

She looked around for something in her wardrobe, finding a box and grabbing something from inside. Your body starting to regain some of its strength but you were sure you were about to lose it again.

When Hyejin turned around you saw a strapon in her hand, the black leather of the belts shining while the purple dildo hung from its front. You also noticed there was another dildo on the inside part. That’s what she meant by both of you cumming.

“I know you’ve never been with anyone before but I also know you’re not a saint yourself” she said, a smug smile on her lips as she was spilling the darkest of your secrets. “Have you ever put a dildo on yourself” you denied.

Which was true, you masturbated, you’re not a prude to that extent, but you only used your fingers, toys were expensive and the only one you had was a little wand you got as a gift from your best friend but it was only used on your clit.

“Do you think you can take it? It’s the smallest in my collection and I know you are too tired to even think about learning how to eat me out today” you laughed at her words, but she was right, you were too tired and your brain still foggy from the previous actions. So that’s what people meant when they said sex is a work out. “We can always stop, baby” she took the loose hairs out of your face and caressed the skin with her fingertips. You could smell yourself in them.

“I want to… I want to go all the way in” you pulled her face to yours and kissed her, breathing in her scent. You were so deeply in love with her that you could jump inside a volcano and still feel like nothing happened as long as she was by your side. “I want you to enjoy this as much as I do”

“My baby, always thinking of me” she smiled at you, giving the tip of your nose a kiss.

“I love you, Hyejin” you said, smile still on your faces. It wasn’t the first time you said that, but every time felt like it.

“I love you too, yn. A lot”.

She left her position on your side on the bed and took her clothes off. You could swear she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her body, her skin, her smile, every curve and indent, every mark and stretch. She was a sight to behold. And you could cum just by seeing her naked. Your mind couldn’t stop but wonder how she would taste, would her pussy taste as sweet as her mouth? Would her breast be as soft on your mouth as they are when you hug?

Your mind was all over her and if you weren’t so fucked out already and wet for the fact she was about to penetrate you for the first time, you’d have thrown her in the bed and begged her to teach you how to please her.

Hwasa moaned a little when the small dildo entered her and you hadn’t even noticed she was with the strap already put on. The last strap being tied up. How could she look even hotter with a fucking purple dildo hanging from her? You could never know her secret. All you knew was that she was yours. All yours. And you were hers.

She squeezed a bit of lube on the dildo, spreading with her hands on the shaft. Your mouth watering with sight.

“Next time I’ll make you gag on it babe,” she took you out of your trance, positioning herself in between your legs, “but for now, I’ll just fuck you good”.

“Please” the plea came low, whiny, a whisper of wind from your lungs as you waited for her action.

The woman just smirked and positioned the tip of the small dildo against your entrance. You sucked a breath but nodded for her anyways, ready for it. Her right hand started to play with your clit while the left one guided the shaft inside of you.

It burned. But not like fire was on your skin. More like your entire body was inside this box filled with Hyejin naked and sweaty with her dildo hanging high from her legs as she moaned your name. It felt so good having her guide you through this. You were more than ready to give it all to her and receive everything she had to give it to you.

It wasn’t hard for her to bottom out the strap, your wet walls and the lube helped a lot, not only that by the fact you were extremely relaxed and comfortable with her.

It didn’t take much for her to start moving, your moans mixing with each other. Every thrust she gave into you, the smaller dildo inside of her angled just right and the hard leather rubbed against her enlarged clit. She was so deprived and so edged from all your little teasing and games for the past weeks that it didn’t take much for her to come undone before you.

Her bouncing boobs were a sight and you couldn’t help just to grab her body and bring closer to you so you could suck on her nipples and leave love bites all around them. The salty taste of the sweat on her skin making you even dizzier and hornier.

The knowing knot started to form on your stomach, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of stimulations your senses were having.

“H-Jin…” her name hiccuping from your lips as you tried to warn her between the lewd moans leavin your lips.

“I know baby, I’m close again too” she answered, her hips starting to move faster, and she pulled your leg to rest higher on her hip, the new angle having the top of her dildo hitting places you didn’t even know you had inside of you. “Cum for me and I’ll for you again. Give me all you got. Wet my cock, baby, make a mess out of us” you clenched hard against the silicon and you wished she could feel that.

She managed to go even faster, her hips pistoling against yours. Your moans becoming screams as she hits just the right spot inside of you, the leather overstimulating your abused clit. And you came undone around the toy. Walls squeezing it as your juices mixed with the lube almost spilled from you. The sound of wet pussy filling up the room.

Hyejin gave a few more thrusts before coming herself. Legs shaking a little and making her almost lose balance on top of you.

She took a moment to regain her conscience and took the toy out of you, the sudden feeling of emptiness that everyone talked about suddenly hitting you. She threw the toys inside the empty tub in her bathroom, she was going to deal with that later. Your girlfriend came back with a damp cloth to clean you up and herself a little before returning to lay by your side on the bed.

The woman immediately grabbed your waist and brought you against her chest, the comfortable silence filling the place. You were sore and tired but also extremely happy.

“What’s inside that head of yours?” She asked, noticing how quiet you were.

“Nothing, just tired. And happy that you are my girlfriend and my lover and best friend and my first time” you looked up to her and caught a glimpse of her cheeks becoming tinted.

“Thank you for trusting me”

“Nah, thank you for being my perfect girlfriend and making me feel safe and comfortable” you rubbed the tip of your nose against hers before leaving a peck against her lips. “I love you, Jin-ah”

“I love you too, yn”

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