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savingcrxws · 10 months

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EYES ON FIRE | maybe someday

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synopsis. you and carmen just keep bumping into each other.

word count. 4.3k (gah damn)

warnings. language, hardly proofread again i'm sorry its an addiction

authors note. thank u guys so much for the support in these previous chapters! it’s really amazing to me that u guys enjoyed it so much! i would recommend listening to maybe someday by the cure for this chapter!

“Yeah, Sugar. The appointment is booked for Thursday, the reps will probably be coming in at like…three o’clock,” you mutter, flipping through the manila folder absolutely stuffed with documents and sticky notes.

You pursue your lips at all you had to get done within this week alone–sign installation permit, permit to replace the hot water heater, permit to fix the ventilation systems, reapply for occupancy capacity signs because of the restaurants lack of other permits, and holy shit…

You completely forgot to schedule the follow-up appointment with the BACP consultant.

You groan, slamming the thick folder into your forehead, the papers thwacking against your skull. Natalie sounds startled on the other end of the phone, no doubt hearing the sound on her end of the call. She questions if you’re okay, and you only respond with a gentle hum before tossing the folder back down on the office table.

“Hey, Suge, do you think I can call you back later? I need to schedule a follow-up consultation with Raquel before another rep hops on my ass about the boiler replacement.”

“Of course, hun, call me back whenever you can,” Sugar starts and you can hear some papers flicking in her side of the call as well.

You had managed to convince her to work from home more often, worried that all the stress from the demolition inside would affect her pregnancy and her overall wellbeing. After some back and forth, she had begrudgingly agreed to spend two days working on the project from the comfort of her own couch.

And even though she complains still, you know she appreciates she has a little bit more time off of her feet.

“Don’t work yourself too hard, okay, Bug?”

You nod, even though you know she can’t see you. “Same for you, Bear.” Sugar hums once again before you both give your goodbyes and end the call.

You expel all of the air out of your chest in a large puff as you slide down the office chair.

After signing onto Team Bear, your new home-away-from-home had been this tiny office in the back of the restaurant. For the most part, no one came in and disrupted your work, which allowed you to have your head shoved into piles of paperwork, be stuck on phone calls, and be forced to reread legal jargon for hours on end with little interruption.

Well, as little interruption as there could be with the restaurant quite literally falling apart around you.

Thankfully, everyone was very respectful of your work in helping the developing business. You were practically putting every ounce of knowledge that you learned from both college and the real-world experience (including connections within the industry) to help push the restaurant closer to the deadline. All the while still dealing with your other commitments to other businesses that you had prior to signing on to this project.

Staying at The Bear for eight hours a day had its benefits, though.

For example, there was always something entertaining going on in the background. Like last Tuesday, when Fak had decided to send a sledgehammer directly into the only remaining wall of the office–sending bits and pieces of drywall onto your clothes.

Another benefit of being stuck in that office chair is that you had an excuse to ignore everyone around you. And by everyone, you really mean Carmen.

After the awkward office run-in last week, the two of you hardly spoke to each other. Sure, there was the ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes’ that you threw to each other and the words you exchanged when you caught him up on the status of licensing, but you two had yet to have an actual conversation.

It was clear that the both of you were still walking on eggshells around each other—and everyone could see it. But you had an inkling feeling that Carmen had been wanting to say something, judging by the short glances you sometimes catch him throwing in your direction.

Kinda similar to the one that he’s giving you right now.

You feel the heat of his stare on your face before you see it. He’d been staring at you for a couple moments now, long enough for you to no longer consider it an inquisitive glance.

You peek up from the folder and make solid eye contact with Carmen through the hole in the wall. The man flushes almost immediately, the red color sinking past his collar. You purse your lips and give a small nod of acknowledgment and he stutters in his spot.

And then he’s turning away.

Like he wasn’t the one just staring at you a moment ago.

You roll your eyes and turn back to your original position in the seat. Picking the folder up again, you flick to the papers listing the requirements for the next fire suppression test.

“Men,” you mutter, before picking up your phone and making a phone call.

Three days later, the office is completely demolished and your work revolving around The Bear has been moved to a family-owned coffee shop two blocks over.

In the short span of time, all of the walls in the store had been busted down and the restaurant had practically turned into a hazardous wasteland. And since construction was too far out of your pay grade, you decided to leave the heavy lifting up to everyone else.

“Alright, permit done!” You throw your hands up in the air, your theatrics catching the attention of a couple next to you. You could hardly care for the stares, though, you had been working on getting that permit for the past four days straight. Slamming your laptop shut, you pack up your bags and head off to the cash register to buy another coffee before you go.

While you wait for your drink, you decide to scroll aimlessly through your phone to kill some time.

“Oh shit,” you hear a voice utter behind you, and you barely have time to process the word before something ice cold is running down your back. “Fuck, I’m fucking sorry, I didn’t even see you—“

You gasp on reflex, taking a step forward and shivering. The person who spilled their drink on you is stuttering out apologies. The liquid seeps into the jacket you were wearing and you pull it off immediately.

“Yo, what the fuck, dude,” you curse, watching the large stain of coffee spread even farther across your jacket. “Watch where the hell you’re walking—”

In the middle of trying to give the perpetrator a piece of your mind, you failed to recognize the familiar sound of the voice that was spewing apology out of apology. But in a second, your eyes met a recognizable set of blue and you halted your words.

In front of you stands Carmen Berzatto. In his signature colored sweater and a half-spilled cup of coffee in his hand.

And he looks petrified.

It seems he didn’t realize just who was the unlucky victim to his americano attack either until you turned around. His mouth agape, he utters out a jumbled apology, glancing back at you, your stained jacket, and the cup in his hand like his brain was still trying to understand what just happened.

“Uh-uh, fuck, sorry, I swear this wasn’t on purpose,” he rambles, placing his cup on the counter behind you and grabbing some napkins right after. He steps back towards you and shoves his hand of napkins to you. “Here, shit, I’m so sorry.”

You sigh, taking the napkins from him, noting the slight tremor that persisted in his hands as you did so. Taking in a slow breath, you close your eyes and count to ten before responding. “It’s okay, Carmen. Don’t worry about it.”

And even though you tried to maintain your peace, you can hear the annoyance seeping out of your words. Carmen glances around the counter before looking back at you and your soaked jacket. You know he probably wants to apologize some more, but honestly, one more apology might land him with a punch to the gut.

Just as he opens his mouth, you raise your free hand, silencing him immediately. You shake your head in dismissal before taking the napkins offered to you and blotting the coffee out of the fabric of your jacket. Carmen simply stood in his place, watching you, seeing if he could do anything to redeem himself in this situation.

However, after they called your name for your drink order, you dumped the used napkins in the trash, took your drink and hightailed it out of the café without one more word to the man.

After the coffee shop incident, you swear that you started to see Carmen everywhere.

You needed a quiet place to plan outside of your house so you went to one of the local libraries. Guess who’s walking outside the building?

You need a late night snack and decide to hit up the corner store. Guess who’s in the refrigerated section?

Hell, you decide to stay late at The Bear for some last minute checkups? Guess who forgot to grab a few things before leaving that night?

You swear that before you hopped on The Bear train, you never even saw a glimpse of the man. Sure, you lived relatively near the restaurant, but Chicago is fucking huge, there’s no way you would run into one of the few people that you’re trying to avoid.

Absolutely not, apparently.

Finally finishing up the weekly budget report and estimate for the following weeks till open, you decide to take a step away from work for a second and give your brain some time to breath.

“Hey, Syd, if anyone needs me, I’m outside taking a smoke break, ‘kay,” you yell across the restaurant, receiving a thumbs up from her from the other side of the room. “Be back in 15!”

Reaching into your bag, you pull out a pack of cigs and a lighter before heading to the back entrance of the restaurant. You place the cigarette between your lips and head to the backdoor. Stepping out and around the alley to the designated smoke corner, you fiddle with the lighter switch, hearing the light sizzle but seeing no flames emerge.

You groan, flicking the lighter again and again and still no lig–

“Umm, uh, you need a light?”

You scream, your heart almost skipping a beat and falling out on the concrete below you. In your alarm, both your cigarette and the lighter drop on to the ground. "Shit," you mutter and throw a glance over at whoever had scared the living shit out of you and, surprise suprise . . .

There was Carmen, standing in the alley a few feet away from the door. One leg was kicked up to rest his foot against the wall behind him and a cigarette hung loosely between his fingers. His eyes trailed across you for a second, then he glanced at the cigarette on the ground before taking another draw from his own and staring out the wall in front of him.

If you had half of the energy, you would tell him off for scaring the shit out of you and book it out of the enclosed space.

Lucky for Carmen, however, you really needed that cigarette.

Reaching back into your bag once more, you pull out another cig and walk slowly over to the man. Your steps gain his attention once again and when your eyes met you gestured to the lighter hanging out of his cooking apron.

He grabs the lighter and hands it to you. As you reach out to grab it, your fingers brush against his knuckles. Some quick thought in the back of your head wishes that that physical interaction lasted a little longer, but you're quick to shoo that away into the deep recesses of your mind.

Lighting your cigarette, you hand the lighter back to him before taking a drag. Blowing the smoke out, you slid down the wall until you could lean back into a squat against it.

The two of you just stand there, in complete silence aside from the occasional cough from an improper pull. This quiet isn't nearly as awkward as the first run-in the two of you had. Maybe it's because of the nicotine or maybe it's because continuously running into Carmen over these past days had subconsciously made you a little more comfortable with his presence.

. . .

Nah, it definitely had to be the nicotine.

You glance up at Carmen, who continues to smoke even though his stick had turned into a bud a while ago. You make note of the new tattoos that run down his arms and hands, eyes stopping at the rose flower tattoo on his left hand.

You remember when he got that one done with you at the parlor for his eighteenth birthday.

Subconsciously, you rub at the matching rose on your thigh before sighing and focusing back on your cigarette. Young, dumb decisions, you think.

Above you, Carmen watches your focus retreat back and purses his lips. In all honesty, Carmen usually never finishes a whole cigarette, but he really needed an excuse to stay out here longer with you.

These past couple of days had been tormenting him just as much as it had been you, albeit for different reasons. Everytime Carmen ran into you, whether it be in that cafe or that random grocery store that one early morning, he was plagued with memories of everything that he had fucked up.

Not just the relationship that he had fucked, but the happiness that he had stolen from the both of you.

And he had so desperately been trying to apologize, but every time you saw his face, you would get that look on your own. That dread, the anxiousness, that annoyance. That anger.

Whenever he saw that expression on your face, he would get too choked up to say anything of significance. A simple 'hey" would be all that would leave his mouth. Either that or he would stutter like he was a fucking kid again and embarrass himself in front of you like he seems to be doing constantly lately.

Carmen sighs, taking a final hit from his cigarette before stomping it out on the ground. By all previous experience, Carmen would book it out of the area by now, but something in his gut was telling him to stay this time.

Glancing down at you once more, he sees that you have taken to scrolling through your phone to kill the time. He bites the corner of his lip and decides to sit against the wall like you.

Instinctively, you toss him a questioning glance but when he didn't make any move to speak or gesture towards you, you shook your head and went back to whatever video had popped up on your feed.

Fuck it, he thought.

"I'm sorry."

You halt in the middle of your smoke, nearly coughing on the fumes but managing to swallow it. You look over at Carmen inquisitively, wondering where the hell that apology came from. The dirty blonde was wringing his hands, mouth opening and shutting as if he was trying to get the words out.

"Sorry for the, uh," he mutters, casting a quick glance in your direction to assure himself that you were listening. "Sorry for the, for uh-You know I didn't-I don't know how-"

"Yo, Carmen," you interrupt the world vomit that he was spewing, tossing your cigarette down before snuffing out the light with your shoe. You center your focus back on the man next to you, who seemed to only have you in his attention. "Just say what you want to say. No bullshit."

Your blunt words seem to ground Carmen long enough for him to gather his thoughts. He nods his head rapidly in that way he does when he's clearly overwhelmed before he clears his throat. He takes in a large inhale and clears his throat, ready to speak again.

"I want to apologize. For everything. For how much of an jackoff I was back then, and for how much I am right now," Carmen stars, eyes staring solidly into yours to show just how serious he is. "I didn't deserve you, and you did nothing to deserve the way that we ended."

You feel something burn the back of your throat at the mention of the end of your relationship. The total radio silence from him for the days prior, and just when you had managed to gather the courage to ask the question of just what the hell are we doing, Carmy, you were cast aside like nothing.

He was right, you didn’t deserve that.

Pushing back the feelings bubbling up in your chest, you nod your head to signal that you were listening.

"I-I, it's no excuse, but I was really going through some serious shit. And I really felt that if I cut everyone out of my life, I could actually get a second to breathe you know," Carmen pauses and you open your mouth to speak, but he continues. "I-I just know you deserved-you deserve better. But seeing you in this restaurant day-in and day-out, working away to help my sister, my crew--help me? I just felt even more like a piece of shit."

He turns fully towards you now and you can see his eyes turning red from the emotion he was clearly holding behind his words. "You didn't deserve what I did, and you definitely don't deserve to be cleaning up my messes now."

"You deserved the world, and I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you."

His last words send a sharp pang into your chest. Here you two sat, sitting next to each other, the distance between you two seemed to be filled with words unsaid. You stare into his eyes a little longer, at a loss for what to say completely.

On one hand, you wanted to reject his apology, tell him to fuck off and leave him alone in this alleyway. He would deserve it after everything.

But he has that familiar kicked puppy-dog look in his eyes and he's chewed his lip red, and he's actually sorry.

You sigh, leaning your head back to rest against the wall behind you. Staring up at the sky, you trace the shapes of the clouds above as you collect your thoughts.

"Yeah," you start, nodding your head to yourself. Carmen tenses up at the ambiguity behind both your words and your tone. He would have to have his own head shoved up his ass if he didn't realize that you had every right to refuse his plea for forgiveness. Frankly, that's exactly what he was expecting you to do.

"Yeah, okay. I can forgive you, Berzatto."

Carmen's heart sinks into his guts, mouth slightly agape in pure shock. "You-you can?"

You give a small smile, turning your head to face the man. "Yeah, Carmen, I accept your apology."

The dirty blonde opens his mouth again but you put a hand up in the space between you, effectively shutting him up for a second.

"But," you trail, "I'm gonna forward you that dry cleaning bill from that cafe, asshat. I've been trying to get that shit out for days now."

Carmen flushes a bright red at the mention of the coffee shop run-in you two had, a broken chuckle leaving his mouth at the obvious teasing tone in your voice. You were joking with him, for the first time in years, you two had managed to glimpse at the level of comfortability that you once shared.

Carmen chuckles again, running a hand through his curls. "Yeah, well, can I raincheck that until after the restaurant starts making money? I'm kinda flat fucking broke right now."

You giggle at the honesty behind his words. "Yeah, I ran those calculations by the way. Have fun being flat broke for at least three months after The Bear opens."

"Shit," Carmen mutters, a grin still on his face.

"Yeah, shit." You nod in his direction before pushing yourself off your crouched position on the ground. "Anyway, I'm gonna head inside to get back on that shit. Fak's fucking electric guy keeps flaking on us."

Carmen's eyes follow your form as you stand, holding eye contact with you when you glance back down at him. "Yeah, yeah, I should probably meet up with Syd for the chaos menu anyway."

He hurriedly stands up, wiping his hands on his work pants. After he finishes, he looks at you once again, noting the small smile on your face. For a second, he swears his heart skips a beat.

"For the record, Carmy," you play with the nickname on your tongue, having not said it in quite some time. Carmen flushes before nodding for you to continue. The small on your face falls for a second as you look at him. "You pull that shit with me again, I'm sicking the dogs on your ass. Seriously."

Carmen clears his throat, straightening up at the more serious tone of your voice. Although you were not nearly as angry looking at him as before, he knew that you were serious. There were no more apologies after this, no more fuckups.

You look at him expectantly, waiting for some form of acknowledgment.

He nods. "Yes, chef."

After the conversation outside The Bear, you and Carmen seemed to flow together much easier than before. Granted there was the occasional stray glance casted in your direction from the man, but overall, the two of you were on much more agreeable terms.

The rest of the crew seemed to notice the absence of uncertain tension between the two of you. You explained to Tina, Richie, and Sugar that you two had simply talked it out and were no longer on "spiteful ex" terms.

Richie, being the annoying man that he is, insisted that something else must've happened--to which you responded with a firm shoulder check and yet another middle finger.

Overall, the two of you seemed to only talk about business stuff, which made it easier for conversations to flow. Less personal, more concrete talks.

"Alright, Carmy, we got that certificate of occupancy, right?" You question, running down the legal checklist once again. When you heard no response, you asked again, only to be ignored again. Finally looking up from your screen, you glance up at the man, trying to figure out what could have possibly distracted him this time.

He's glancing, moreso glaring, down at his phone, watching it ring but making no moves to pick it up. He's spaced out almost, like he's lost in his thoughts.

You clear your throat and decide to try his name again. "Carmen!"

He shoots up a little and looks at you, muttering an apology out as he clicks his phone off and slides it into his back pocket. "What were you asking?"

"Umm, I was trying to see if you got that certificate of occupancy from Cicero mailed in," you raise an eyebrow at him. "You know, the one we need to get that other big, shiny certificate that shows that we can legal conduct business in the state of Illinois? That certificate?"

"Uhh, yeah, yeah. Mailed it in the other day, yeah."

You squint at his weird responses before shaking your head and diving back into your work. "Well, on another note, I've been speaking with a liason down at the office and he said we can have our second fire suppression test in two weeks instead of the project four."

Carmen walks up to the foldable chair you were sitting in, peering over your shoulder to look at your screen. He rests his hand against the back of your chair unconsciously and you can feel the heat of his body radiating off of him. You clear your throat and lean forward a little to get some distance between the two of you.

"Who's that going to?" The man points to an email that you are in the middle of drafting. Your eyes follow and land on the email you were writing to one of your school buddies. "Oh that? I'm just messaging one of my old classmates from college about an idea I had about our issues with that retail food license thing."

Carmen humms, peeking down at you as you explained the process you were thinking of going through. Though your eyes were stuck on the screen, clicking through different documents as you continued your explanation, Carmen's eyes were glued to your face.

To him, this all felt like some weird dream that he was having. His former high school sweetheart, sitting in his restaurant, talking all kinds of smart talk that he could barely understand, practically pressed against him. Although he didn't move over to your chair with the intent to press against you, he definitely noticed the proximity that you two shared.

Life had been a whirlwind these past weeks, but he felt that when he was near you that a lot of those anxieties he often has screaming in his head quieted down a little. He tried to chalk it up to the confidence that he had in your skills, but even though you are incredibly talented in your work, he knew that it was something more than that.

Something that he had to swallow down.

"Carmy, you motherfucker, are you even listening to me?" You call out, turning more in your chair and fixing him with an annoyed glare. Carmen swallows before nodding his head. "Ye-yeah, you have a plan to get that retail food license and alcohol seller's license at once right?"

You hum, giving him a once over again before turning in your seat. "Exactly. I think that my buddy Stephen can help us with that fire suppression test, he knows a thing or two--"

Carmen's eyes trace down your eyes, nose, and lips, noting the signature bite marks you left on your bottom one. He runs a tongue across his own before carding a hand through his hair to collect himself.

He was so fucked.

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judebelle · 6 months

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been thinking ab joao and reader hooking up behind his teammates backs'... like they've been "involved" for a while but sometimes the tension is too much and they have to sneak away iykwim ;)

sneaky - j.f. x reader

a/n : omfg anon ur gonna be the death of meeeeeee!! also i made this kinda long since i havent posted in a while, oops..

pairing : joao felix x fem!reader

word count : 2.3k

summary : joao and u prefer to keep your love life private, secret even, but the the flirty looks and knowing smirks from across the room are becoming unbearable.

cw : smut obv, lil bit of alejandro x reader, sneaky joao and reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it ppl), make outs, cursing, me not bothering to accent his name lol sorry

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you were starting to regret going out to dinner with your friend alejandro and his teammates.

the only reason why being that one of his teammates had become more.

hooking up with joao felix on the down low has been fun, you won't lie. and while you enjoy sneaky quickies and flirty messages, there were times where you wish you could just tear off his clothes and fuck that smug smile right off his face.

you were currently sitting in a restaurant, a private room and table was booked for alejandro, his barcelona teammates, and their plus ones. you and alejandro had become inseparable ever since you met in spain a few years ago, and you had grown increasingly close to his teammates.

very close to a certain mr felix.

the first time you met joao, it wasn't anything magical, you just thought he was fit. alejandro had introduced you to him when he came on loan to barca recently, and you just couldn't get him out of your head.

it seems that the feelings were mutual, as that very same night he followed you on instagram. you, of course, played it cool and took your time following him back (you waited like 10 seconds).

from there, you two messaged often, especially after the team would hang out.

joaofelix79 : u got home safe?

ynsusername : ofc i did

ynsusername : alejandro wouldn't let anything happen to me

joaofelix79 : that's good.

you two started messaging more, sometimes even calling each other late in the night. you couldn't explain why, maybe he was just fun to talk to.

you would complain to him about work, and he would complain about a mistake he made in training.

eventually, you two started hanging out alone.

not anything crazy, of course.

joaofelix79 : hey

joaofelix79 : js noticed im about to drive by ur place

joaofelix79 : wanna get some ice cream? my treat

how could you refuse that?

it wasn't all that shocking to you when a surprise ice cream date turned out into a steamy make out session on a bench in a park in the middle of the night.

"we should stop, someone might see us.." you murmured against the portuguese boy's lips, you yourself making no effort to.

"ok, if that's what you want." he pulled away from you, his fluffy hair disheveled thanks to you.

"5 more minutes" you placed your lips on his again, feeling him smile against them.

from there, weekly hangouts became almost nightly. he would pick you up in his car, and you would drive anywhere. you just needed an excuse to make out. you even put your number in his phone.

eventually, joao grew tired of the make outs that led to nothing, and you did too.

12:03 am - joao : wyd

12:03 am - you : was ab to put some instant noodles in the microwave lol

12:04 am - joao : dont bother

12:04 am - joao : come eat at my place

12:05 am - joao : i ordered uber eats

of course, you went, and you two ate the chinese takeout he bought. you two sat and laughed together at his attempt at using chopsticks.

and then you found yourself perched on his kitchen counter, him in between your legs while he rammed into you mercilessly. you left red marks across his back and biceps.

"my god, you feel amazing, querida." joao's words were muffled as his head was nuzzled into your neck, his lips caressing your hot skin with every word he spoke.

"i'm so fucking close, joao.." you whined and whispered curses while your hands found themselves travelling from his arms to his hair, tugging on the soft brown locks.

"let go, y/n, i'm close too!" he removed his flushed face from your neck and connected your lips together again, breathing heavily into your mouth.

you came undone with a sharp whine, arching into him. his thrusts became sloppy as he let out a long groan against your lips, releasing into the condom.

that was the first time you two had fucked, and it definitely would not be the last.

his house was usually where you two would hook up because it was so big, and you didn't have to worry about anything when you were there.

you two fucked anywhere - on the bed, in the shower, on the couch, even in the laundry room.

you found that it didn't really matter where you were. if either of you were craving the other, it happened right then and there. it was fun. it kept you on your toes, kept things fresh and fun.

but it became a curse when you two were at a team dinner.

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"si, i told him he could go fuck off if that was what he wanted. that guy needs to learn some manners, for fucks sake!"

the table erupted in laughs as pedro went on about some story that you weren't really paying attention to to be honest. you were sat right beside your good friend, alejandro, who was very intrigued in pedro's story and hadn't spoken to you more than twice this evening.

across from you was joao. he was wearing a black dress shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly along with black dress pants. of course, to make your life more difficult, the top two shirt buttons weren't done up.

one more open button and everyone would've seen the hickey you gave him the other-

"isn't that right, y/n?"

alejandro was speaking to you, and you were too busy staring at joao's biceps to hear him.

"hmm? sorry?"

"i said, it was you who i walked in on dancing silently in the darkness darkness of your room, right?" alejandro smirked at the sight of your cheeks going red, this memory being nothing short of embarrassing to you.

"yup, that- uh- that was me..!" you looked down in humiliation as the table giggled at alejandro's unexpected story about you. he loved embarrassing you, it was his thing. he found it fun because he thought of you like a little sister.

you looked up to see joao, laughing along with everyone else at the table, finding amusement in your misery. you shot him a playful glare.

"i'm only teasing, mi corazón." alejandro chuckled before ruffling your hair. "ale!" you whined, fixing your hair. his friends teased you. they all thought of you as their little sister, especially you being one of the younger ones.

the men continued on with their conversations as you continued looking at joao from your end of the table, only this time, he was looking at you too.

he was taking a slow sip of his water, eyeing you down.

joao wasn't the only one dressed all sexy tonight. you wore a short black satin strapless dress that hugged your figure perfectly. you thought of joao when you picked it out, you thought of him while putting it on, and you thought of him taking it off.

it seems that joao had the same thought. the way he looked at you from under his lashes gave you the impression that your outfit choice was a smart one.

you sent him a quick wink.

he smirked and dropped his eyes to your cleavage, widening them.

you rolled yours before continuing to eat your steak.

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you couldn't take it anymore.

something the way he laughed with everyone at the table, his hair flowing when he turned his head. he had on a gold rolex and a gold chain, both glistening under the lighting over the table.

it was the way he carried himself with such confidence. he knew he was hot, and he knew you knew it too. that confidence definitely carried over into bed.

finally, you got up from the table, excusing yourself to "make a call".

shooting joao a quick look, he took the hint. his eyes followed you, watching you exit the restaurant and head towards the parking lot. after an agonizing 30 seconds or so, joao told everyone he forgot something in his car, and made a beeline to where he saw you last.

he saw you standing outside his car, waiting for him. he made his way towards you.

"so, who did you have to call?" he teased, his eyes waiting for your reaction. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, "very funny.".

you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you leaned against his car. he smiled down at you before looking over your figure.

"nice dress.."

"just take it off."

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you two had squeezed into the back of his car, leaving nothing but surrounding street lights as your light source. you straddled his waist, rocking your hips while you smashed your lips against his. you two were breathing heavily, occasionally breaking the kiss to huff and puff before going back at it again.

joao's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his right hand occasionally sliding down to cup and smack your ass. his actions made you yelp into the kiss. your arms were everywhere. cupping his face, on his shoulders, in his hair, on his chest, on his abs.

it was like you two hadn't seen each other in years. like you were drowning and the only way to breathe was.. this.

your smooth rocking of the hips created a hard bulge in joao's pants which felt great on your throbbing clit. he groaned into the kiss, breaking it for you to breathe and to leave kisses down your neck.

"so, fucking, horny" he broke each word with a kiss. you moaned above him. "you can't even last one dinner party without my hands all over you?" you wanted him to shut up, so you grabbed his face in your hand and smashed your lips against his.

you started unbuttoning his shirt, but your hands were too shaky to do it quickly. "take this off, god damnit!" you groaned as he laughed and began unbuttoning it himself. you hiked your dress up and helped him with the last few buttons.

you moved his shirt partially off him, leaving it on his arms since you couldn't be bothered. you leaned down to kiss his chest while looking up at him. he was smiling down at you, hands rested behind his head.

he brought you back up to pull the top of your dress down just enough so that your tits would pop out. when they did, he licked his lips. now it was his turn to lean down and suck on them, making you tilt your head back and pant.

"joao, we dont have time for this-"

"shhh, patience princesa. don't worry." he went back to sucking.

"they're going to realize we're gone- joao!"

he couldn't bring himself to leave your tits alone, but when he did, you quickly reached down and undid his belt , not even bothering to pull it off.

"estás mesmo excitado, não é?" (you're really excited, aren't you?)

you nodded and bit your lip.

he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. you raised yourself up on your knees and hovered over his dick. he held it up with one hand, the other resting on your hip.

"are you ready for me?" he teased.

"enough questions." you cut his teasing short as you took his cock in your hands yourself and sunk down on him.

joao hissed at the unexpected pleasure. he looked up at you, gasping for air above him before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"move for me, bebé."

you did as you were told, lifting your hips up until just the tip of him was left in you, before sinking back down on him, agonizingly slow.

he shuddered at the feeling.

you picked up the pace, causing the car to rock. your tits bounced in his face, causing him to twitch inside you.

"fuck, y/n, you're amazing-" you laugh breathlessly above him, your hands resting on his shoulders for stability while his gripped your hips tightly.

after some time, your thighs were burning, and you were getting tired. joao picked this up, taking control. his grip on your hips was put to some use as he moved your hips up and down for you. he lifted and dropped you so easily and made you move so much faster. you felt the air leave your lungs and arched your back to stick your tits in his face.

he grinned as he thrusted his hips up, meeting you in the middle. he tilted your body back, and started to hit the spot inside you that made you see white.

your pants and gasps turned into moans and whines as you felt the bundle of heat in your core.

"joao, i'm close" you warned, your nails digging into his shoudlers.

"i'm right there with you, baby, oh," he groaned and grunted as he watched him drill into you faster and faster. "meu deus, foda-se!" (my god, fuck!) he hissed with gritted teeth as he felt you clench around him.

his pace was too much for you to hold back. you let go with a gasp and moan, your hand slamming and sliding down the steamy car window, leaving a print.

joao was, indeed, right there with you. he pulled your body off of him and set you down on his thighs hastily before stroking his red, throbbing cock, cumming all over your stomach with a string of grunts and pants.

you both sat there in the hot and dark car in disbelief, covered in sweat and panting, after having the most mind blowing sex you've ever had. you leaned your forehead against his and smiled. he chuckled before teasing you once more.

"let's go. we don't want to miss dessert, do we?"

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hoshzonearchive · 2 years

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TASTE ♡

⤷ summary: how seventeen would eat you out.

⤷ warnings: smut [minors dni], oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, squirting, praise kink, use of pet names, exhibitionism, overstimulation, teasing.

˚₊ ♡ seungcheol:

Absolutely down to eat you out any time, any where. He doesn’t mind taking risks; if you’re at a not so crowded restaurant and he’d rather eat you, he’ll go underneath the table and pull your skirt up, ensuring to cover his head as you shake in your seat from the pleasure of his wet lips and tongue on your clit. He also doesn’t mind eating you out with the door unlocked and your legs spread wide open for anyone who decides to walk in if you’re at the practice room or dorms. His excuse? That he wants every single person in the world to know you’re his because he’s possessive like that. He’ll encourage you to moan louder so that others can hear; not caring if you’re shy or inexperienced, his only goal is to get pornographic moans out of you. Will make you cum on his mouth and fingers at least three times before fucking you. “Get back down here, baby. We’re not done yet.”

˚₊ ♡ jeonghan:

I wholeheartedly can’t start this without emphasising the fact that Jeonghan is a tease. A big fucking tease at that. He’ll make you beg and cry for the slightest touch of his lips and his fingers and purposely avoid your sensitive areas, because he’s a menace like that. He also would chuckle if you start whimpering while he leaves faint kisses on your inner thighs and your clit, applying a bit more pressure from time to time, but not enough, because he knows it’ll drive you crazy. Doesn’t mind if you decide to dominate him and ride his face. “Come on angel, you have to work for it,” he tells you, looking up at you before he laps in and around your hole as you moan pathetically, tears forming in your eyes.

˚₊ ♡ joshua:

He’s either the sweetest lover or a menace - there’s no in between, but two things are for sure: he lives for eating you out and he finds great pleasure in it. You fully know it’s practically his favourite thing to do, (after filling you up with his cum of course as this man’s breeding kink is completely out of control; but it’s not like you’d complain.) He gets lost in pleasuring you while simultaneously only focusing on one thing and one thing only: getting you to come. “Aw sweetheart, do you want to come?” he says in a mocking tone as he begins licking and sucking your clit faster; just to hear you whine and beg for a release. Sucking on your clit into his mouth, he moans against your core, letting the vibrations travel through you while his fingertips massages your sweet spot. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

˚₊ ♡ jun:

“You’re so wet,” Junhui smirks, his long fingers ghosting over your clit softly, teasingly. “What are we gonna do about this, hm?” he asks, leaning in to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck as he thrusts his fingers faster inside of you, sinking down to the knuckle.

“Eat me out,” you whine, needy and desperate. And almost instantly, he’ll get on his knees, throw your leg over his shoulder and press his tongue against your clit. The second you feel his tongue penetrating you, you know it’s over for you. He’s so serious about eating you out - he’ll have you squirming, whimpering, twitching, and clutching at the wall and his hair in no time. “I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.”

˚₊ ♡ hoshi:

Gets messy with it, like so messy that you feel like you’re going to be devoured whole. He loves spitting on your cunt before inserting his fingers and flicking your clit with his tongue, making your whole body shake. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby,” he breathes, diving back in to suck and slurp hungrily at your cunt, savoring every drop of you. At the same time his tongue works with his lips to fuel your orgasm. Soonyoung doesn’t mind getting sloppy and dirty as he loves it when you grind all over his face till he’s covered with your juices. He’s always so eager to please you that he ends up overstimulating you. “Did you cum again already?”

˚₊ ♡ wonwoo:

Every flick of Wonwoo’s tongue would make you squirm and moan endlessly. He has no problem picking you up and putting your legs on his shoulders or shoving you against the nearest wall as he sinks to his knees and buries his face in your cunt. He always makes sure your back is against the wall, gripping your thighs so you don’t fall down when you get lost in the pleasure. Looking up at you he growls, “That’s it, darling,” he stares up at your pleasure filled face as he teases your hole with his tongue. “Fuck my face. Make yourself come.”

˚₊ ♡ woozi:

Like he is with his music, he’s very SERIOUS about your pleasure. He’ll take his time when he gives you oral, kissing his way down your body first; starting with your lips down to the wetness between your thighs. He knows what you like, what you like but used to be shy to ask him for. He’ll suck and lick your clit until you cry, working his tongue faster to keep pace with the sounds you’re making. “My good girl,” he hums against your cunt, the vibrations shaking through you. “So fucking good and pretty for me, look at how much you came.”

˚₊ ♡ minghao:

Minghao wouldn’t want to tease you much as his only goal is to provide you maximum pleasure and satisfaction. He’s so skilled it drives you crazy and he’s also very good with his fingers. Seeing how enthusiastic he is about eating you out gives you a deeper satisfaction and pleasure; it feels so much more euphoric than you had ever imagined. He’ll mutter sweet praises against your clit before curling his tongue against your gspot while his fingers rubs your clit. And when you finally cum for him, he’ll kiss his way back up to your mouth, so you can taste yourself on his tongue as he moans into your mouth. “You’re so pretty, angel,” he breathes, “Your body deserves to be worshipped.”

˚₊ ♡ dk:

Having Seokmin eat you out feels so intense, he doesn’t tease you at all, and he loves making you come several times with just his tongue before fucking you. He enjoys giving you oral just as much as you enjoy receiving it. “Fuck,” you curse when his wet lips brush across your clit before wrapping around and sucking harshly, causing you further pleasure. “Shit- Y…you’re so good at this- oh my god. Please don’t stop, Kyeom.”

He hums as he works his tongue on you, slowly getting you closer and closer to the edge. “God, you love it like this, don’t you?”

You nod vigorously, whimpering in a way that is humiliating, and you know it only eggs him on. He grips your thighs and begins going faster, sucking and licking your clit with a moderate amount of pressure as he desperately grinds against the mattress to get some relief himself. But he focuses on your satisfaction because your pleasure comes first. And when he finally lets go of your clit with a pop, having made you orgasm, he would be breathless and have his face dripping and covered in your juices. “You’re easy to please,” he smirks before placing a kiss on your thigh.

˚₊ ♡ mingyu:

“I wanna eat you out, fuck— I need to taste you,” he groans, his lips immediately finding your tits, pulling down the cups of your bra to get better access to your nipples. He latches on to your nipple, sucking firmly while kneading the other in circular motions. “C’mere baby, sit on my face.”

Mingyu is obsessed with giving you oral. In fact, eating you out is his favorite thing to do and he doesn’t mind letting you know as he gets deeply into it. His jaw? Never gets tired; if it was up to him he’d have his head buried between your legs all day, making you scream and drinking up your pleasure. He wastes no time in finding your swollen clit with his tongue, wrapping his arms around your thighs and burying his face deeper into your wet pussy as your moans get louder. You quickly begin to feel your orgasm approaching as his teeth lightly graze your clit before he begins sucking harshly, inserting his index and middle finger into your dripping hole. You begin to ride his fingers and face, grabbing his free hand and guiding it to your breast. He’ll slurp on your cunt until you squirt, and do it again. And again. “I can never get enough of you, baby.”

˚₊ ♡ seungkwan:

The first time Seungkwan gave you oral, he wasn’t experienced as he hadn’t done it before and he found it hard to make you cum from his tongue alone. However, his skills improved very quickly and you were surprised at how fast of a learner he is. You moan, squirming as the strength of his arms pin you down before he flattens his tongue and licks your cunt.

“Like that?” he quipped, his lips wet with your juices.

“Fuck- yes Kwan, just like that,” you whimpered, taking a glance at his angelic face in between your legs as he smiled and reattached his mouth to your clit, continuing to suck and lick at it. He makes sure to move his tongue up and down your folds, the feeling sending pulses of pure bliss and ecstasy up your core and you can’t help but scream his name. “Quiet, baby, the others will hear.”

˚₊ ♡ vernon:

Vernon rocks your world every single time he eats you out, he’s just so good at it. It’s like your very own heaven. He’s always so eager to please you, and he loves making you feel good, taking every chance he can get to explore your body and its reactions to pleasure. As he sucked on your clit, he looks up at you; his eyes focusing on you and your facial expressions. He loves the small gasps and moans you let out, but he wants you to scream for him.

“Are you holding back?” He asks, his tongue swirling around your clit faster, his moans causing vibrations that had you whimpering his name. “Don’t. These walls are soundproof, you can moan as loud as you want.” He adds, urging you to scream for him. You feel yourself getting closer to your release as he speeds up his ministrations, and when you finally come with a scream of his name and a yank of his hair, he laps up your spill of juices dutifully, cleaning up every last drop as you come down from your high. “Oh? You thought I was done?” he posed, “No no, baby, you can take one more for me, right?”

˚₊ ♡ dino:

There’s nothing Chan loves more than eating your cunt from behind. You always turn into a pillow princess, moaning prettily as he devours you; knowing you’re frustrating him when you moan like that. He loves it when you’re lying on your stomach, legs spread wide open and ass arched. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this,” he growls as he sucks harshly on your clit with his skilled tongue. “Your pretty little pussy belongs to me.” He spanks your ass before diving head first into your pussy, his wet tongue flicking your clit faster than you’ve ever experienced while his fingers thrusts roughly in your hole. Moaning into your cunt, he wraps his hand around his erection and begins pumping while he sucks your clit.

You moan loudly, your chest heaving as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, expertly curling them so that he hits your gspot every time. “You moan so prettily, baby, keep doing that… fuck- come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

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kamiiba · 2 months

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agahagahh what am i doing🙏

i kinda got bored and i wanna do itto headcanons☺️ (not exactly a headcanon idk)

gn!reader

SO. we're talking about the sweetest, handsomest, funniest and sometimes most annoyingest boy in INAZUMA!!

ARATAKI ITTO !!! (but he likes u and u dont know it... maybe)

we r gonna b talking abt how he acts around inazuma when ur right by his side cause ur his right-hand man yk and he needs you by his side cause he genuinely can't do everything by himself even if he says so

every morning itto likes to bring u crimson staff, his beetle battle warrior (it's a poor excuse just to talk to you)

he talks as if he won beetle fights (when in reality, u won the fights for him. he just wont admit it because he'd hurt his pride if he did)

when going to restaurants, he's gonna make u do a taste test just to make sure that there aren't any beans. what a nightmare.

he actually just wants u to taste it first cause he likes ur reaction to the flavors (he's not stupid enough to order food with beans)

he's such a sweet boy, he'll protect you even if ur just walking on a perfectly safe road

like, he'd suddenly jump in front of u at the sound of leaves rustling or a twig snapping

he would adventure with u, looking for onikabutos and then would say “(name), look, look!! i found an onikabuto instead of some stupid lavender melon!!” and then would proceed to say he's the best onikabuto hunter in all of inazuma

you actually just put the onikabuto there cause u felt kinda bad that he keeps finding lavender melons

when the two of u got some alone time together, he would take advantage of that and would take you to his special and favorite spot in inazuma city, hoping that you'd like his favorite place too

eventually, it became a little ritual of the both of u to visit his favorite spot whenever the gang was away

in return, you brought him to your favorite spot as well, giving a breathtaking view of... of i-dont-know-where, but definitely a stunning sight

itto swore he felt his heart explode into millions and billions and trillions of butterflies when you brought him to your favorite spot, and that made him feel special

we are getting sidetracked

when he and his gang are together, itto is very, very chaotic, always suggesting something dangerous that could possibly get the tenryou commission involved

well.. that's only until you're around. he gets very shy (sometimes)

when you're with him and his gang, he's suddenly calmer, only suggesting activities such as playing hide and seek, looking for onikabuto together and beetle fighting

and he'd often make up fake stories to impress you, and it works like a charm

when you're away for longer than an hour, he'll start whining to shinobu, complaining about how it's so lonely and gloomy and depressing without you

and if you catch him in the middle of his crocodile sobbing and he'd see you, he'll get embarrassed but will cheer up nonetheless, talking about how it's been ages since he'd last seen you

sometimes, when you're away, his gang (mostly akira) would immediately start talking about how itto should already confess to you, causing the others to agree

of course, itto would get far too flustered and would immediately turn down their suggestions in fear of rejection “oh, what? h- pssh, no! nonononono NO! they aren't gonna like me back, no! (name) already thinks im annoying enough!!”

the gang would just roll their eyes. they know and you know that you like itto, too

at some point, they'd managed to convince itto into confessing his feelings for you, saying that someone else would steal your heart and that he'd lose his chance

god knows how itto managed to believe them in spite of their very obvious dramatics

“c'mon, boss! y'gotta tell 'em at some point,” exclaimed an agitated mamoru, following an obviously anxious oni around as he paced back and forth in an obviously nervous manner. in the background, akira could be seen catching a fainting genta in his arms. shinobu merely watched in slight amusement.

akira said something incoherent, followed by genta who nodded along in agreement, so mamoru decided to mimic genta's movements. “uh-huh, what akira said!”

with pursed lips, itto stopped dead in his tracks and placed his fists on his hips, feigning a look of false determination. “yeah... yeah! i'll confess to (name)! in fact, i'll confess to them right now!” at that, his gang cheered (with only shinobu sighing in exasperation).

it actually took a while for itto to muster up enough courage to meet you.

the oni genuinely didn't know where you were so he merely roamed the streets of inazuma, whistling a tune in hopes of easing his nerves.

but then he saw you, making him panic and have a mini heart attack. itto had half a mind to jump into a bush and hide instead of confronting his feelings.

when you looked at him, he wanted to turn back time because he's already regretting agreeing to his gang.

“hey, itto.” you greeted him casually with a small wave of your hand, a bit concerned with how his face is so red but decided to just ignore that altogether.

itto, in the meantime, was panicking and geeking out at the same time. he wanted to giggle, to scream, to pull his hair, to kick his feet like an absolutely infatuated middle school girl, but he also wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“h.. hi...” he mumbled shyly, which is quite unusual. your brows furrowed and you began to grow a bit more concerned. “are you okay? y'don't look too good.” you murmured, sounding incredibly concerned.

inhaling deeply, he gathered what little confidence he had left, and blurted out his feelings in one breath. “ilikeyousomuchithinkaboutyouallthetimeandyou'resofunnyandprettyandamazingandfunandhonestlyyou'rethebestpersonininazumacauseidon'tknowwhereiwouldbeifihadn'tmetyou—”

you hastily cut him off, which was a good thing because he might waste all of his breath just to tell you something. “wait, wait, slow down! don't just.. i can't understand you like that. can ya' say that again?”

the oni immediately went silent, clasping his hands in front of him in a polite manner as he stared at you awkwardly.

“um,” he started in a meek voice, averting his eyes from your pretty ones. when he looked back at you, his face turned as red as his makeup (if that was even possible) and he looked away again.

eventually, he sighed and decided to just say it. this time, he was bold enough to meet your gaze. “i like you, (name). i've always liked you.” itto stated quietly, then pursed his lips, anxiously waiting for your response.

you merely stared at him in shock, then started laughing in disbelief. the sweet, sweet oni was caught off guard and looked at you, then pouted. “don't laugh. i'm actually being serious here.” he said sternly. but your laughter and smile was so infectious that he couldn't help himself and smile as well, a quiet chuckle escaping him.

you soon calmed from your laughter, then gave him a huge smile, your face also turning a bit red. “i like you too, itto.”

at your words, he wanted to just “AAAAAHHHOH MY GOD. THEY LIKE ME. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OHMYGOD.”

BONUS:

giggling and laughing and smiling, itto brought you to a secluded area, then plucked out a pretty looking flower from a bush and put it on your head cause he didn't know how to put it behind your ear.

“you're as pretty as the flower,” commented your sweet boy, his bright smile accentuating his blushing cheeks.

your face reddened a bit and you smiled softly. “and you're as handsome as the sun.”

normally, that would've stroked his ego.

but instead, he's geeking out, squealing and running away and running back to you, only to run away and jump up and down like a kid.

he's a silly guy, but he's your silly guy.

ok guys bye thats the end of the video make sure to like and subscribe

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanart #headcanon #genshin itto #arataki itto #itto #itto x reader #☆⋆｡𖦹°‧

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gyuletters · 7 months

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🍂 𖥔 ݁ ˖ autumn leaves | hueningkai youth in autumn fic.

♡ gn!reader ، wc: 6.9k ، genre: f2l, brown haired kai ، tw: none ، request (please, let me know if u liked it) ‹𝟹

“come on, y/n! just a little bit more!”

kai never really told you what this whole walk was about. maybe something to do with the local park and the fact that he has been excited with the leaves changing colors? maybe. nonetheless, your feet are hurting and you’re definitely not in the mood for walking anymore.

“kai, i can’t go any faster! my feet hurt!” - you say trying to make your voice sound sufferable - “are you sure we are close to the park?”

“just a little bit more, y/n. i promise.”

you two don’t live any closer to the central part of the town. which huening often used as an excuse for not going to any of the social events. like the time the whole city did a 24 hour dancing event, where the last couple standing would get a trophy and a free dinner in any restaurant they wanted. you’re still upset about it, by the way.

but something has changed this boy’s mind and today he decided to drag you the whole way there to see the autumn festival. he could’ve at least warned you to not wear your favorite pair of cozy boots. they’re the cutest pair you own but the comfortability did not match with it’s beauty.

“close your eyes, y/n.” he says out of sudden while turning back to look at you.

“now not only do you want to kill my feet but also make me walk without seeing anything?” this boy is seriously a mystery to you.

“stop complaining, y/n. i promise it will make sense.” - a pout formed on his lips. - “just do it for me.” his face looks so adorable while pleading that you’re left with no choice but accepting his wish. even though you wanted to drag his begging longer just to see this cute look in his eyes.

“okay, fine! but can you stop hiding things from your best friend? you know, the one that you always said you loved and cared about?” you said while closing your eyes and placing your hands above them.

you both walk for a few more minutes, until kai, who has been walking behind you while guiding you with his hands on your shoulders, stops.

“why did we stop, hyuka?”

without saying a word, the boy puts his hand on yours, taking them slowly out of your vision. “what do you think, y/n?”

kai had prepared a beautiful picnic under a tree. but not any tree. the oldest and biggest tree of the whole park. it is the hardest spot to get during the festival season, since a lot of the couples book it to confess their love to each other or getting proposed to.

everything seems straight out of a movie. the towel plastered on the grass, filled with your favorite food and drinks, the smell of the fresh baked bread filing your senses. not one single detail goes by without you noticing it.

“kai, i… i don’t even know what to say.” you tell him, trying to process the beauty that is in front of you.

“it’s okay, y/n. as long as you like it, that’s all i need to know.”

“like it?” - you give a small pause and look at him. - “i love it! kai, this is so beyond anything i expected! this is just so… special.” you look back at the picnic trying to not cry, thinking about all the work he must have put through this just for you.

“what did you think i was going to do?” he laughs at what you just implied.

“i don’t know… maybe trying to get me to like that terrible coffee you love.”

“first of all, that dinner makes the best coffee out of the whole town. second, i don’t love it. i just think that more people should appreciate the work that old lady puts in making her coffee.”

“well, you and the rest of those bitter people who love bitterness for sure appreciate her bitter coffee.”- you pause a bit. - “and yes, you do love that coffee.”

“should we eat, y/n? i feel like food is gonna make you less grumpy.”

“hey! i’m not grumpy! my feet hurts, remember?” you try to make him feel pity.

spending time like this with hyuka is always your favorite part of the day. you wouldn’t mind if he just brought you to town to walk around and talk. as long as it’s with him, nothing matters.

this feeling has been growing inside your heart constantly now. the days where you aren’t with him seem to be passing slower. your heart beat increases just by the mere thought of him. you have been avoiding this voice inside of your head. but now, here with him, it all comes back.

his dark brown hair flowing with the wind, cheeks a light shade of pink because of the gentle cold breeze, his wide smile, the way he says your name after each sentence, even the moles on his face and neck that make you wonder how it must feel under your lips.

you’re scared to admit what these feelings may be. after all, he's your best-friend. he must not feel even remotely close as you feel about him. but, oh god! how you’re wrong.

“y/n, is everything okay? you seem a little distant.” huening looks worried at you.

“yes! i’m fine!” - you smile trying to ease his tension. - “i was just thinking about some things. nothing to be worried about.”

“oh, good! because, ummm… i want to give you something.” he scratches the back of his neck.

he pulls a beautiful little black box out of his jacket. it has a big black bow on top of it and a thin piece of paper that has “to my y/n ♡” written on it.

“i saw it in luke’s pioneer store and thought of you.” he says while giving you the box.

you open it and a beautiful golden heart necklace is waiting for you inside.

“if you open the heart, there’s a picture of us.” his shy voice speaks.

the picture is from the year you two met. when his parents moved across the street and yours forced a friendship to happen between you and him, because the “oh, poor boy seems so shy, y/n.”

little did your parents know that you actually met the love of your life.

“kai…” tears form in your eyes again.

“let me put it on you, y/n.” he says while standing up

“of course.” and you get up too.

“wow, i must really have left you speechless. it’s the first time you do something i say without arguing back.”

he was right. you don’t know what is happening with you now. in fact, you don’t know what any of this means. the picnic and now this. all under one of the most romantic places in town. your mind is too foggy to think straight about anything.

kai’s breath hits your neck and you can’t help the shiver’s that appear on the surface of your skin. he’s so close. too close. you can feel his warmth, his chest on your back, his hands on your neck. it’s all too much for you to process.

but hueningkai wasn’t in his best senses either. his breath is uneven. his mind screaming at him in need to leave kisses in your exposed skin.

“i’m done.” he says while trying to keep a safe distance between you two.

“how do i look?” you say while facing him.

“you look… beautiful.”

something in his eyes is calling you closer to him. without even realizing what you’re doing, you close the gap between you two. your faces just a few inches from each other.

“i have been waiting for this, y/n.” kai speaks first.

“for seeing how i look from up-close? i’m sure it’s the same as before.” you laugh at him.

“no, y/n.” - he laughs back. - “well.. yes! because you look even more breathtaking than before.”

your heart skips a bit.

“you know that bringing you here today isn’t just a coincidence. right?” - kai puts a strand of your hair behind your ear and puts his large palm on your cheek. “i thought about this day a million times. and… god, it’s just so hard to talk to you while you look at me like this. i had a whole speech prepared but looking at you made me forget all of it.” you two laugh at his sudden reveal.

“i guess what i’m trying to say” - he continues. - “it’s that i love you, y/n. since the day i looked at you. since the first time our eyes met, i always knew that i loved you.”

that strong urge comes back to you, this time as a strong wave that puts your lips on his without a second thought. kai is caught by surprise with your sudden action. but it doesn’t even take him a minute to kiss you back.

the kiss is urgent but romantic. why did it take so long for you two to do it? why do other people have to come before these feelings come into the surface? you can’t answer. but right now, you don’t want his lips to ever leave yours.

he’s gently pulling you even closer by your waist as you grab him on his neck. both of you’re trying to close any gap that could possibly still be open. the urge is so intense that you don’t want to separate even for breathing.

but eventually kai pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. his wide smile plastered on lips and it makes you want to kiss him again.

maybe you and kai waited to fall in love along with the brown leaves that fall down the trees and dance together with the wind.

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featjunranghae · 19 days

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Will a Kiss Make that Better

Scoups x Fem!reader

Warning: none??

Summary: When Scoups forgets his date with yn

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"Baby, I'm so sorry. Please just hear me out," Seungcheol whined as he walked behind her, trying to hold her hand. "Come on, you know I didn't mean it."

"Two hours. Two hours, Cheol." Due to Scoups having a busy schedule, it wasn't possible to meet up every day. It had been a while since the two of them went out on a date. So he thought it would be a great idea to plan a romantic date at an expensive restaurant. Everything was great until the man himself forgot to show up. Yn got all dolled up and sat in her living room waiting for him to pick her up.

"Maybe Hoshi kept them an extra hour for practice. Maybe there's traffic," she tried convincing herself. But when she called him, she was shocked to hear that he was at Wonwoo and Mingyu's house playing games. "I even wore your favorite dress and perfume. Do you even know how excited I was to finally go on a date after ages?"

"I know, I know, and you look so pretty, and I'm so sorry," Seungcheol said, finally grabbing her hand as she entered her room to take off the makeup. "I thought today was Tuesday-"

"I thought today was Tuesday," she mocked, rolling her eyes.

"Baby, please let me take you out somewhere else." His voice was desperate as he watched her sit in front of her vanity table, taking out the makeup remover. "Please." Seungcheol knew it was a shitty excuse. He even had it written down in his note. It wasn't a busy day, so when Wonwoo suggested a gaming night, Seungcheol was more than delighted. He had muted his phone for a meeting, and he forgot to unmute it after. It was later in the night when Vernon said that he called him and asked about his whereabouts that he realized his mistakes. But it was already too late. "I'm sure the restaurant is still open-"

"I don't care."

"Please, I feel so bad. Please let me make it up." He knew trying to excuse his behavior would make things worse, so instead, he decided to mend things. "Can I at least stay over?"

"Do whatever you want. I don't care."

Seungcheol changed into the clothes he had in Yn's house and sat on her bed, quietly watching her change back into her pajamas. Yn was a night owl. But she didn't even pick up her phone and went straight to bed.

"It's only 11 pm-"

"Then don't sleep." She pulled the blanket over her body and turned her back towards him. Seungcheol didn't complain. But as the minutes passed by, the guilt was eating him. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, and when she didn't complain, he buried her face in her neck. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to make you wait. It's just- I can't even justify what I did."

"I was so excited for today... we haven't gone out in so long... it feels like you don't even care." Yn knew very well that he cared. But right now, her heart was the one working, not her mind.

"I care about you more than anyone." He whispered, kissing the back of her neck and pulling her closer to his chest. "How about I take you out tomorrow morning? Breakfast date?"

Yn shrugged, trying to act unbothered, making Seungcheol smile. "We'll go to your favorite coffee place and cuddle all day long."

"Don't you have a schedule?"

"It's just one day. I'm sure the members will make it without me." He laughed. "Now please turn towards me. I haven't seen your face in so long."

"You're so dramatic." Yn turned towards him. Seungcheol grinned, kissing the top of her head.

"I know you're mad. Will a kiss make that better?"

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pinkslaystation · 10 days

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[Part 3] If I meant something to you.

toxic!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Here's Part 1 and Part 2 hehehe enjoy ;> Word Count: 5k trigger warning: drugging. viewer discretion is adviced.

Dating Simon reminded you of the British economy, constant fluctuations.

He would stay over at your flat, shower you with wet kisses, and the next day he'd walk right past you as if you didn't exist.

It felt like at times Simon did really love you. He listened you to, he brushed and plaited your hair post sex, but sometimes it's like his brain would switch and his behaviour would mimic that of a ghost.

Though it been nearly 3 months since he'd popped that question in the car, you often found yourself regretting your decision.

"I do like him...but I mean- it's just, he doesn't like me back you know? Sometimes I wake up and he's just staring at me like I've just told him I've killed his dog. I mean, he doesn't have a dog I don't think, but if he did, he'd prefer the dog over me, y'know.

I don't even know why I said yes that day. I mean, he's the first real guy that's actually shown interest in me. Maybe that's why I crave his attention so much. He makes me actually enjoy being with my family, if that's so hard to believ-"

"With all due disrespect, d'ya know you?" Your neighbour answers finally.

You stare back, blood rushing to your face, "I literally live next door to you. I smile at you before I leave for work every morning-"

"So, there's nothing wrong with your face?

"What? You know me- and I'm talking about Simon, he's next door to me too..."

"What?"

"You know skull face..."

"Who?"

"Tall buff dude, y'know."

"Huh?

"Riley-"

"Oh, the guy with the big dick."

You choke on your saliva, "What- How? Um..."

"Military dude yeah? The fit blonde? Yeah, he's big, if you get what I'm saying, virgin."

You furrow your eyebrows, words trailing off, "No I'm not...I'm sorry, how'd you know..."

"Yeah, he's fucked like everyone in this building, girl. Why d'ya think he doesn't come to the flat meetings? 'Cos then he'd be surrounded by all the people he's stuck his dick in, duh." She states like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Guy comes in, drinks a bit, and runs out."

"...I thought it was because he was nervous to see....me?" At this point, you don't know if you're telling your neighbour or asking her.

"Oh girl don't be delusional, you ain't no Beyonce. Anyway, been a while since I got that dick. Let 'im know next time you see 'im." She winks at you before, hobbling off with her walking stick.

"Yeah...sure...wait- Mrs Brenda, you're like 65... AND MARRIED-"

When the 3rd month anniversary mark finally reached, Simon decided to treat you to an expensive meal at a luxurious restaurant.

And by that I mean, 6 McNuggets at Maccies.

"They're cold, babe." He complains, slouching across you, one leg bent and propped on his seat.

Yes, Simon. Because you spent 15 minutes arguing with the worker for an extra packet of mayo. But you refrained yourself from saying that, in case you'd anger him further.

"So how's the task force?"

You've learnt very little about Simon, one part that stuck out to you was that the people he was closest to was his team in the military, naming his Captain John Price, who seemed to pop up in every conversation the two of you had.

"You got that 'lil mustache on yer face again."

"Excuse me?"

"Nah babe, it's cute. Reminds me of Captain's."

It hurt even more when he showed you a picture of John Price and you're face to face with a middle aged man with a full grown beard, who's being compared to the peach fuzz on your upper lip.

"Team's good." He sighs out of exhaustion. "Soap's engaged now, y'know."

You smile, mind suddenly racing to the thought of Simon proposing to you, but you shake it away, oddly cringing at the thought.

"'Old man's thinking of getting transferred to the States. Finally..."

The thought of Simon being jealous over his Captain was always a hidden theory for you. He'd mention it so frequently, it was as if he was keeping tabs on his superior, bringing it up at every moment at his signs of weakness. And when he'd compare Price to you, it was never in a positive light, rather one where it felt like he was looking down at Price, but through you.

You wondered if Simon had a superiority complex, and maybe that's why he'd chosen a little naive lamb like you, to project all of his insecurities onto you.

I mean, you're not gonna do anything about it are you? Nah, you're gonna take it like the good little girl you are.

I mean you are right now- literally.

His dick is cramped right in your pussy, his rounded tip rapidly kissing at your cervix. His chapped lips crash against yours, but you can't seem to ignore the faint taste of his Big Mac through his mouth.

"Can tell your cunt likes that, 'lil slut." He seethes out, through inconsistent breaths. You can barely hear him, through the sound of your sweaty bodies colliding and the ringing through your head.

You hum uncomfortably. It was gonna be a long night.

The following weekend, you find yourself spending eons getting dolled up for a get together at the base. You decorated your face with a bold smokey eye, paired with a lined red lip, only to be mocked by Simon.

"Red? We're going to base, not the circus."

So you take off the lipstick. And the eye makeup. In fact, even when you changed from a tight black pencil skirt to a matching sweatshirt and joggers combination, you still find yourself being berated by Simon.

"Getting kinda lazy with the clothes huh, love?" He asks, cocking his eyebrows towards you.

Is he for real?

Grunting in response, you look out the window, shoving your headphones in, grateful for the noise cancelling feature so you wouldn't have to sit through Simon's mouth breathing throughout the journey.

The meeting itself was as awkward as imagined. The moment the pair of you entered the room, Simon decided to detach his arm wrapped around your shoulder and immediately brisk walk to the nearest woman possible. If he was trying to fool his team to thinking he was single...boy was he good at it.

Being left out in an unfamiliar space was unfortunately not too foreign for you, and you quickly found solace by the water fountain, sipping on a plastic cup of lukewarm water.

"Bored, eh?"

You jump, having zoned out.

You turn to a man you've seen oh so many times on Simon's phone.

"Captain John Price?" You smile.

"The one and only, lass. My, a pair of sweatpants. Priorising comfort, are we?" He jokes, lightly.

"Were you expecting lingerie?"

"Pretty either way." He chuckles, and you eye the way his eyes squint as he smiles, and the smile lines painting his cheeks. You shouldn't be looking at your boyfriend's competition captain this way.

You're at peace with John. You find yourself opening up about yourself, something you now know you couldn't truly do around Simon. John cared about what you said, reacting to every joke you dropped here and there, unlike Simon, who plays connect the dots with your forehead blemishes as you rant passionately.

John chuckles, "Oh God. Work sounds intense."

You hum, admiring his laughter, which cuts off to the sound of a loud buzzing (buttplug?) coming from his back pocket. He excuses himself from the conversation, but you can't help but eavesdrop.

"John Price speaking. Yes. Uh huh-what? Another soldier? Same substance? Christ's sake...Doctor's got a name? Succiny- Succinylc- what? Okay, okay. I'm coming, gimme 20 minutes-what, now? I'm...busy" He turns to flash you a small smile, "Okay, fine. Dammit."

"You okay, seemed urgent?"

He dramatically sighs, "We both got work problems...There's been a...how do i say this...another one of our soldiers have been getting drugged?" It sounds more of a question than an answer, "We think it's some sort of new drug on the black market, and now that our enemy's have a hold of it, our soldiers...fuck, getting drugged left, right and centr- Sorry, um, unauthorized information..." He trails off, realising he's said too much.

You're ears perk up, "Drugs? What are the um, symptoms?" You can't help but be curious.

John looks around, as if to check if anyone was listening to the conversation, though most people are hammered on hardcore liquor and cigarettes. He lowers his voice, "Starts off with headaches, nausea, then there's seizures...worst case scenario is paralysis. Gotten 4 of our soldiers already, poor men, had to be medically dismissed...."

You hum, silently and unsure of what to reply with. If you were attempting to flirt with John, the mood had definitely dissipated.

"But hey, listen. You ever need a change of pace, a better job, you can call me." He grabs your hand, and messily writes his phone number with a biro, winking before he leaves.

Maybe you will call him.

As the sky becomes darker and the clock strikes past 9 P.M., you find yourself walking outside the building, searching for Simon.

"...annoying."

Huh? You peer over the corner to overhear the conversation. Was that Simon?

"..follows me around a sad 'lil shit."

Was he talking about you?

You catch a quick glance, confirming that it was indeed a drunk Simon, with who you believe was Soap.

"Her mum's hotter, too. All over me." Simon boasts, whipping out his phone, presumably to show them a picture of your mother, as it sparks a 'milf alert' comment from Soap.

"...nothing compared to her. She's like a doormat."

You look at Simon, and for a second, you swear he made deliberate eye contact with you.

"She's fuckin' spineless."

For a moment, time pauses.

...

Spineless.

You're spineless.

I mean, it may be true. But the truth doesn't always have to come out, no?

After doing so much for this man, you'e still...spineless?

Laying at the comfort of your bed, dragging a tipsy Simon out of the car and him rushing to his flat, you find yourself gazing down at the smudged ink on your palm. Maybe it's time to switch your job.

Who knows who you'll run into...

That night, you rest, dreaming about John Price.

You're in an abyss in your dreams, John's pale muscular arms wrap around your frame, with the faint scent of cigars and whisky wafting around your nose. You blink and you see the bottom of his groomed beard, and small smile resting on his tired face.

You blink once more. But this time, you don't see John Price. This time, you're staring into the sullen eyes of a skeleton-masked man, lifelessly staring straight at you with no emotion. You look down the body of Simon.

The lower half of his body was missing.

By the third blink, you jolt awake and look around, but this time you're on the floor wrapped in your quilt and covered in sweat. Very much alone.

What was this dream trying to tell you?

The jump from retail to cyber-operations was large and challenging. You went from serving customers to quite literally serving the country, from scanning items to defending the weapon's system. But 2 weeks into your new career and you feel like you've actually put your degree to some use.

Your family have been ringing you almost weekly, asking about your new position, although it's mainly your mother interrogating you about Simon.

And to say he was upset with your choice of working with the army, was an understatement, in his words, he felt like you were crowding him in all areas of his life. His home, his workplace, and now his mind.

You'd ask him to drop you off, considering he's going the same way, but he'd come up with unjustified excuses.

"Can't. Need to be there early."

"Nah, gonna distract me, love."

"Can't be seen with you." He mutters the last one, but you're not deaf and Simon can't exactly whisper very well. Sometimes you wonder why you haven't broken up with him.

So you've resorted to the next option.

Public transport. Calling John Price.

"You're not a burden, sweetheart. Who's been tellin' you that?"

You subordinate <3 But you can't say that, so you resort to casually laughing at his question. You can't help but think about the reoccurring dream you've been having, they always start the same.

You're in a abyss, and you're in the arms of John Price, you blink and suddenly face to face with the half-corpse of Simon. You're struggling to work out the deeper message of the visio-

"Love, you there? Went to lala-land or something?"

Think about John Price. Focus on him, why are you still bound to that jerk? You think.

"I'm good. So uh, how's the situation with you? And the um...drugs thing?" You look at him, your words surprising yourself, since when did you have an interest in drugs?

"Oh, uh. We're not allowed to disclose that sweetheart...besides, Simon didn't tell you? Kinda big thing here..."

Of course, Simon wouldn't tell me, why would he? You tell me, John.

You give him your best puppy dog eyes, eyebrows knitting together, "Oh..."

He runs his thick fingers through his brunette hair, adjusting himself in his seat, "Succinylcholine. There's a mixture, but that's the main component. Causes paralysis to the legs and spine...seems like that's what they wanted, to paralyse our soldiers, 7th victim this we..."

Paralysis huh. You turn to look at the passing trees outside the windows. Paralysis to the spine and legs...

By the time you reach work, you're at your computer by your desk, typing away at the lines of code on your programme, once again eavesdropping to the conversations in your vicinity.

"...it's the same location they keep getting deployed, why are they getting deployed there again?"

"Captain Price is going this time..."

"...2nd guy's in a coma now..."

The chatter dies down to the loud slam of the door: Your supervisor.

"People. Come on. Chop chop, we have deadlines to meet. Stop the chatter, fucks sake."

You get back to your screen, but you can't help but shake the unsettling feeling off your mind.

Ding!

11:26 A.M. Si:- Come outside on your break. Need to talk.

I guess you're finally breaking up.

"Getting deployed."

Simon's scarred hands caress yours, gently lifting your ring finger and slotting a shiny silver ring, with a skull stuck in the center. You think back to the times where you told Simon that you preferred gold jewelry over silver, since it complimented your skin tone better. To love is to be seen I guess.

A crowd of soldiers begin whistling at the scene, and Simon retracts his hands almost instantaneously.

"Wanted to give this to you for anniversary...but I ordered it a little late."

You hum, immediately twisting the ring around your ring. It's tight and cramped.

"How's work?" He asks, his eyes roaming around the people behind you, his gaze not falling on you once since the conversation had started.

"Oh it's goo-"

"Cool. So um, here's my key if you need something." He hands you his key, more like shoving it into your chest, before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead and running off towards the crowd of soldiers that were now practicing drills.

Seems like you've gotten promoted from girlfriend to house-keeper.

By 8 P.M., you and a handful of your colleagues began to go home.

With your 4th cup of caffeine in your hand, you check Simon's text once more.

7:52 P.M. Si:- What time u finish Si:- 8? Si:- Too long to wait, going home

He couldn't wait 8 minutes?

As you trudge past the empty hallway, you're met face to face with the door of the lab, which you notice was half open.

You felt like a character in Alice in Wonderland. Trespassing is a crime, is it not?

A normal person would just inform a staff member and go home right? Definitely wouldn't enter the room. And definitely wouldn't head straight towards the counter that held various labelled test tubes.

Definitely wouldn't snatch a test tube labelled danger, and most definitely stuff it in their bag and run out the door, as if they haven't basically committed a crime.

But it's a good thing you wouldn't consider yourself a normal person.

The wind blows against your skin when you finally make it outside, and it feels like natures punishing you for breaking into the army's laboratory. With your bag clutched tightly against your chest, your mind begins racing - what if someone saw you? What about cameras? What if-

"There you are love. Thought I'd have to come 'n get you myself."

John leans against his range rover, wrapping his large military jacket around your shoulders, and you instantly lean into his towering frame.

"John...didn't you go home?"

He shakes his head. "Saw Simon speeding off the moment we finished, thought you needed a ride, especially at this time."

The wind blows against you again, and your smile falters, remembering the contents of your bag.

"Can we go home now? Please?"

A comforting silence accompanied the drive, with John's palm ghosting your thigh ever so slightly and you had to resist every urge in your body to just lock hands with him.

So you do.

His large hand encompassing yours completely. If his grin could widen anymore, they just did, and you swear you could see faint dimples decorating his cheeks.

But they fall just as quickly, jerking his hand back.

"Nice ring."

You're visibly confused, eyes dragging back to the tight skull band wrapped around your ring finger.

Fuck you, Simon.

When you exit John's car at the entrance of the block of flats, your eyes catch another deep brown pair of menacing eyes, standing at the balcony, hiding behind a black balaclava. You can't see the lower portion of the face, but you'd bet your life that there was a smirk hidden behind the cloth.

You grit your teeth, tossing the ring by the nearest bush as the car drives off. The grip around your bag tightens, and you remember the test tube.

If you're going to ruin my chances of love, I'll ruin your chances of life, Simon Riley.

A week later and the test tube lay aimlessly on your bedside time, alongside a small post card gifted yesterday from your truly. John Price, that is, not Simon.

Leaving soon - If I find something you like, I'll bring it for you :-D - J Price

Even the way he drew his little smiley faces warmed you.

On the other hand, Simon had shot you a single text, ignoring all the spelling mistakes.

Si:- bee home ina mont. by.

When he gets home, you're immediately breaking up with him, assigning yourself mental homework.

But for the meanwhile, you have to decide what to do with the test tube...for now you decide it's too risky to keep it at home, who knows if the wrong people get their hands on it.

So you opt to shoving into deep into your purse.

At work, as you walk back to your team's common room, you hear the commotion coming from the...laboratory?

"Doctor, how careless are you?"

"Sir...I-I-I didn't do anything! The lab was locked, I don't know who would have taken it-"

"And how are we sure you haven't stolen it? I mean for all we know, you might have the drug at home. How do we know you're a traitor and working for the other side. I should have you reported."

"Boss, you've known me for the longest! And why don't you stop shouting me and get these cameras fixed already-"

"Captain Price's gonna flip and fire his entire team when he comes back-"

"If he comes back that is-"

"Boy if you don't shut your mout-"

Scurrying to the common room, you shut the door abruptly. You don't why you stole the drug, but you do know you can't let anyone find out about what you did.

Not Simon.

Not John.

A month had nearly gone by, and a train of gifts has began coming, from small affirmation notes to bags of lego flower bouquets and teddy bears. All of course, accompanied by a small note with the signature smiley face :-D.

Considering the notes weren't hand written, you couldn't tell whether it was from Simon or John, though it was quite obvious. Even though you liked John, you couldn't help but feel some sort of sorrow towards Simon. I mean, who else does he have apart from you?

On a dark Friday evening while you and your team were getting ready to leave, the sound of shouting followed by stampede coursed through the hallway. Screams of terror broke from whom you made out to be doctors and nurses.

"What's happening?" You turn to your coworker.

"More people have gotten drugged, like 7 this time..."

You couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt washing over you, considering a sample of the weapon of the crime was quite literally concealed with your belongings.

"Oh -"

"Apparently, Captain Price and Liutentant Riley were involved."

That was enough to strike a nerve. You don't know which name hit you harder, but before your colleague could even stop you, you began sprinting down the hallway towards the hospital rooms.

By the time you reach though, it's already too late, and the doors have shut, the nurse informing you that surgeries have already begun undergoing. But for who, they didn't disclose.

It didn't matter who it was, you just had a reoccurring thought that if maybe you had left the sample alone, maybe a curve could have already been developed.

Oh God, this is your fault isn't it....?

A person's going to die in your hands, and you're not even a soldier.

With discomfort running through your nerves, you sit by the hospital rooms, your hands feeling heavy under the weight of your head, waiting to hear more from the nurses. But as they rush in and out of the room with urgency, your voice gradually drowns out by the monotonous beeping of the machines inside.

4 hours go by, and you can't tell if it from the lack of sleep or not, but the staff around you shoot you looks of pity as if you're in critical condition. Those hours in the waiting room felt like hell, and you couldn't help but notice the lack security in the building. No cameras again, huh?

"Nurse, is John Price in there?" You ask wearily, the strain in your voice was evident.

The nurse shakes her head, "It's Lieutenant Riley."

Your breath hitches, and unfortunately you can't help but a slight feeling of relief.

"Is he okay? Was he...drugged?"

The nurse clenches her jaw, "That information can't be disclos-"

"He's my boyfriend." You urge, standing up to meet the nurse eye to eye.

The palpable tension in the air was uncomfortable and pervasive, hanging over the room like a heavy fog, and the nurse eventually breaks, slowly opening the door to what looked like a corpse.

"No traces of the drugs were found in his body, but there's no way to really say in the early stages...He is displaying some symptoms however..." She reads off a clipboard.

You nod, though her words aren't really getting to your head, "Like...paralysis?" There's no movement from the bed, just the constant ringing from the machines.

The nurse pauses, "No. Headaches, and muscle pain, just the regular. Bullet shot in the shoulder, but that's been taken care off. We're still monitoring him. I'll be outside if you need anything." With that she leaves, shutting the door behind you. And you find yourself alone with Simon's corpse.

Simon's face looks like broken china, like fine art but damaged externally, yet still holding the essence of its beauty within. His features, usually composed and serene, now bore the cracks of strain and worry. His under eyes were now darker than ever, and you couldn't help but press your now tear soaked lips across his rough cheek, until you stopped.

His neck, though scarred, bore scattered red marks, which you know could be confused with a rash. But it wasn't.

They were hickies.

Fresh hickies.

It's been a month since you've last seen Simon, so you immediately rule out yourself, disregarding the fact that you haven't even been intimate with anyone in a while.

As you sit beside the bed, a surge of anger rises within you, fueled by the betrayal and disappointment coursing through your veins. You want nothing more than to confront Simon, to unleash a torrent of accusatory questions upon him, but you know it would be futile.

His chest rises and falls gently, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you.

The situations looks like that particular scene straight from your dreams. Dark room, alone with Simon, him laying there still.

His body is still intact, you think. Intact and littered with marks.

You try to recall what happens in the dreams after this, but you always wake up at the last second.

And you can't help but inch your hand towards your purse., the outline of the test tube screaming at you to finally use it.

Use it for the reason you had originally stolen it for.

Use me.

Drug him. It screams. It's not like he ever loved you? Francesca, remember her? The other women? Your own mother, your own flesh and blood? Think about the times he forgot your anniversary, your birthday, when he insulted you, in front of you, in front of others, hell, even behind your back! You're spineless remember.

I mean you'd be doing the world a favour, getting rid of this from this world, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you.

John Price would be proud of you wouldn't he?

He finally be with you.

With a steady hand, you reached into your purse and retrieved the test tube, its contents glinting in the dim light of the hospital room. You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, before steeling yourself and uncapping the tube.

The acrid scent of the drug filled the air, its toxic fumes making you gag slightly. But you pushed past the discomfort, focusing all your attention on the task at hand. With precision, you extracted the entire liquid from the tube and carefully poured it into Simon's IV drip, mentally wincing at how effortlessly you had manipulated the situation.

You have to get rid of the drug somehow, and if it means using it against him, then so be it.

The next morning had come and you're awaken by the phone buzzing by your bedside table, the screen lighting up with John's name. You hesitate, your fingers hovering over the screen for a moment before you finally answer, steeling yourself for whatever news awaits you on the other end of the line.

"Hello?" Your voice comes out strained, betraying the anxiety churning within you.

"Hey angel, it's me," John's voice crackles through the phone, the urgency in his tone palpable. "You need to come to the hospital. It's Simon."

Without a word, you hang up the phone and hail a cab, the journey to the hospital passing in a blur of anxious thoughts and racing heartbeat. Did they find out you stole the drugs? No...how could they? The empty test tube is in your bin, at home, not at the hospital and there's no cameras at you recall...

Arriving at the hospital, you're met with a scene of controlled chaos. Doctors and nurses bustle about, their faces tense with worry. You navigate through the maze of corridors, the familiar scent of antiseptic hanging heavy in the air.

Finally, you reach Simon's bedside, and what you see makes your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Simon manually lies propped up against the pillows, his face pale and drawn, his body racked with violent tremors as he retches into a basin. The sight is enough to make you physically ill, although it slowly dissipates, seeing the now purple marks on his necks darkening.

John appears beside you, and without a word, he takes your hand in his, his grip steady and reassuring, pressing a small kiss at the side of your head. In that fleeting moment, the world falls away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.

"I'll be outside," he mumbles, leaving with you with Simon.

With a heavy heart, you take a seat beside him. Simon looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion. It takes all your strength to meet his gaze, the truth burning like acid on your tongue.

"Hey." He groans out. He can barely move, as his head painfully cranes to look at you, the effects of the drugs taking effect slowly.

"What happened." But it's more of a demand than a question.

Simon sniffs, "Traces of drugs..."

"No. I meant your neck."

He pauses, like he was trying to carefully choose his words, though he didn't have much of a escape now.

"Don't act like I see you and Price-"

"Don't bring him into this, Simon."

Don't lie to me anymore.

A tear rolls down his cheek, but you can't tell if it's crocodile tears or not.

"They-they... dismissed me."

You hum, a smirk gradually building up on your face.

"Why?"

Simon closes his eyes, "Back. My spine. Can't move it..."

You let out a slow, deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy stone.

"I know." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but the words hang heavy in the air between you. "I drugged you."

Simon's eyes wince once again, studying your face silently.

"Excuse me?" He begins.

You stand up, placing your purse back on your shoulder.

"What- what do you mean? You he-heard me? Love. Listen to me-"

You walk towards the door.

"WAIT. Wait. What do you mean you knew? You said you knew. What. What did you do. Sweetheart. Come back. Let's talk. You love me don't you? I love you! Where's that ring I gave you?"

You laugh, twisting the door handle.

"Baby, you better not fuckin' leav- THEY'LL FIND OUT-"

"And who's going to believe a damaged, deluded man, Simon Riley? You were out on a mission, I'll pin the blame on the enemies."

Simon shakes in his bed, unable to control any part of his body now. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME- HOW FUCKIN' DARE YOU- After that life I gave you-"

"Life? You call that living?"

"I LOVED YOU WHEN NO ONE ELSE DID-" His voice is painfully loud now, you're wondering how no one's running to his room already.

"Love? You don't know one thing about love, you fucker."

"I should have never fucked you, you- YOU BITCH-" He shouts, his body flailing violently, globes of tears racing down his clenched jaw and red cheeks.

"Rot in hell Simon Riley, I guess we're both fucking spineless now."

And that's a wrap for this mini seriesss - thank all of you for sticking around ;D IM AWARE IT TOOK SO LONG- I KEPT WRITING IT AND FOR SOME REASON IT DIDN'T AUTOSAVE LIKE TWICE??? SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT- Quick Notes: Let's all be real. We wanted reader to get with ol' john boy. But let's also be for real, if Reader was an object, she'd be a doormat. Although I've implied John Price x You, the bitch really needs to focus on herself and sort her shit out right now 💀 in the near future they're together for sure. ALSO the reference of drugs is highly inaccurate but let's all switch our imaginations on <3 lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum, @kxtz3, @poohkie90, @rainlovesyou12 , @restrictionsapply-blog , @lunamoonbby , @nigthmar3moon , @thychuvaluswife , @itsnourm , @bubusi11, @owkittie, @cheomain , @corvusmorte , @k4es , @mandythemint , @copiasratscheese , @yyiikes , @funkyyysho3s

#call of duty #cod #ghost angst #ghost #simon riley #john price #ghost cod #ghost x reader #captain john price #call of duty modern warfare #john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon angst #simon ghost riley

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olympeline · 16 days

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FrUK FACE family Parent Trap AU, part 8! Part 1

Last time we left off, Tony had just returned and Matthew met “his” future stepdad. It was a shock to come face to face with Tony the way he did, but Mattie didn’t give himself away. He’s had plenty of practice dealing with curveballs by this point. So, they all sit down for breakfast and, afterwards, Matthew gets to witness Arthur and Antonio interact. Just ordinary domestic stuff. Mattie observes, and soon he can see what Alfred meant when he said that - although he likes Tony - he doesn’t think Tony and his dad are a good match. They get along, but there’s no passion. It’s almost like a business friendship, albeit an affectionate one. Tony is a nice guy and Mattie enjoys laughing at his jokes and chatting about ordinary, day-to-day things. So, no potential evil stepfather subplot here. But he still feels his stomach sink at the thought of what could happen in the future after he and Alfred swap back.

Can Matthew picture Arthur married to Tony? He can, but it’s not a picture that sits well with him.

What picture would sit well? Ah, isn’t that just the question. But one we’re not ready to answer. Yet

Meanwhile, Alfred is enjoying his time with Francis but Mattie’s jibe last time they talked is still niggling him. Alfred knows that he isn’t really a bad kid, but he does frustrate and exasperate Arthur. Lot’s of calls from teachers about talking in class and angry neighbours clutching baseballs and complaining about broken windows. Stuff like that. The thought of Arthur being happier with his more well behaved son? A son he won’t have to constantly excuse and apologise for? Yeah. Alfred no-likee. He’s well on his way to loving Matthew as a brother, but still. A little seed or resentment being planted? Maybe. Both twins have some complex feelings to deal with. I mean, on top of everything else going on with their situation, lol

Things go on as normal, until a few days later when Alfred comes home from school to find Uncle Gil waiting for him. Francis was called away last minute for work and so Gil is here to babysit. Alfred doesn’t mind. Gil is awesome! The two of them are ignoring Francis’s meticulously laid out instructions and making their own idea of food instead (“Hey, Uncle Gil, can we have a can of frosting for dinner?” “Sure, kid!”) when Gilbert casually brings up that his brother is getting married soon. In New York. Seems his fiance, an Italian expat, runs a restaurant there. Afterwards, Gil’s brother plans to move to New York permanently to live with his new spouse. Without thinking, Alfred starts enthusiastically talking about how great NYC is and how much Gilbert’s brother (Uncle Ludwig to Mattie) will love it there.

Alfred goes on and on about his home city for so long (homesickness nipping at the lad? Yep) that he doesn’t realise Gilbert has fallen silent and is just standing there, watching and listening. With an unreadable look on his face. Alfred trails off when Gilbert suddenly reaches out and tilts Alfred’s head, brushing his fingers behind his ear. Alfred is confused.

“Uncle Gil? What-?”

“You fell off the wall at the end of the garden when you were a kid,” Gilbert says. “Fell and cut yourself on a stone. Bled like a stuck pig and needed stitches. First time in hospital. Fran was having kittens. Think he cried more than you. Remember?”

Alfred feels his heart start to bang in his chest. Mattie never thought to tell him about that. It happened too long ago and they didn’t have time to go over everything. Alfred tries to sound confident when he replies:

“Yeah, yeah. I remember.”

“You do, huh? Like you remember New York?”

Alfred’s mouth is dry. The confidence is rapidly ebbing.

“I - y-yeah…”

“Weird, since you’ve never been.”

Alfred’s heart stops.

“I…I…”

Those red eyes bore into him.

“Or,” Gilbert says. “Should I say, Mattie’s never been. Or is that wrong now, too?”

Gilbert feels behind Alfred’s ear again, then takes his hand back. And stares Alfred down.

“No scar.”

Alfred can’t speak. He feels like he’s going to faint.

“Let me guess,” Gilbert says. “Alfred?”

(Dun dun dun! In the end, it was Gilbert who worked it out first. Whodathunkit? Anyway, that’s all I have for now. So, please enjoy and stay tuned for part 9! (´ε｀ )♡)

#hetalia #fruk #face family #hws france #hws england #hws america #hws canada #hws spain #hws prussia #my posts #aph france #aph england #aph america #aph canada #aph spain #aph prussia #parent trap au

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mykingdomforasong · 1 year

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Skysolo: “quick, kiss me!”

[prompt list]

Han thought the Rebellion might be a good chance to get closer to the young man he'd turned his entire life around for, physically and emotionally. In his experience, military downtime was the perfect opportunity for some ... bonding.

But he hadn't had much bonding time with Luke. The war kept them pulled in different directions, and some days the closest they could get to a conversation, let alone flirting, was making eye contact during a strategy meeting.

They hadn't been totally abstinent, thank the maker. Luke seemed eager to kiss him whenever Han looked at him a little too long, or touched his hair a certain way. Han had even gotten a hand down his pants once (but that didn't last long). But every kiss felt like a chance encounter, a surprise bit of good luck, not a habit.

This reconnaissance mission seemed like the perfect opportunity though. They were undercover now, as they trudged through the low levels of Coruscant, pretending to be lost tourists on their honeymoon. A stroke of genius so good Han couldn't believe he hadn't come up with it. Two womp rats, one shot, as Luke would say. Rebellion heroics and an excuse to be real sweet to Luke.

Han held his hand as they walked, talking in hushed voices about the intel they needed, and then talking in loud voices about the sights and sounds. It wasn't hard for Luke to look so amazed; his blue eyes had been wide with wonder since they landed on the Imp-ridden planet. Han smiled every time he looked over and caught Luke staring up at the hovercars and skyscrapers above him, mouth open in wonder.

"You're good at this tourist act," Han teased.

Luke shoved him. "There's a lot of the galaxy I haven't seen before," he defended.

"You know if you had taken my offer, you'd've seen a lot more of it by now," Han said.

"I'm sure that after a few long hyperspace trips with me, you'd throw me out of the airlock," Luke said.

Han let go of his hand in favor of swinging an arm over Luke's shoulder and pulling him in close. "You? Never." He switched to a more obviously affected, theatrical voice. "You're the love of my life, hubby."

"Hubby?" Luke asked.

"Too much?"

"A bit, I think," Luke said, a smile on his lips.

They walked along the damp sidewalks, illuminated by neon signs advertising cheap restaurants and strippers (some at the same time), until they heard the familiar sounds of plastoid armor clunking its way around the corner.

"There's at least six of them," Luke said, suddenly worried. The two of them were hardly noticeable in their street clothes, but there wasn't a crowd for them to blend it. All the locals had disappeared inside. He turned to try and get into a noodle shop, but they'd locked the doors behind them.

"Kiss me," Han said, "quick."

Luke blinked fast at him. "That never works!"

"It might work!"

"No your plans never work. You get around on luck --"

"It's not luck! I know what I'm doing --"

"--we're stuck alone down here and --"

"--I didn't have anything to do with that --"

Their disagreement turned into a shouting match quick. It had occurred to Han more than once that both Luke and Leia were expert arguers, bypassing whatever the argument was about to get right to his soft, vulnerable, emotional underbelly. Just Han's luck it seemed.

The sound of their shouting and the ambient noise of the city completely distracted Han from the approaching footsteps. He only registered the stormtrooper presence when one of them said: "It's just a lovers quarrel, leave them to it,"

Han and Luke looked over to see three of the troopers turning away from them quickly to march forward.

Han leaned in. "Did we give anything away?"

Luke shook his head. "That worked out better than kissing."

Han pouted. "Maybe, but it wasn't as fun."

Luke smiled. "I had fun."

"I thought the Jedi were supposed to be all peaceful and shit," Han complained, turning to keep walking.

"I thought you didn't believe in the Force," Luke countered.

"Yeah but you do, and as long as you do, I'm gonna help you stay on track ... religiously and all that," Han said.

"And kissing is the way to do that?" Luke asked.

"You never know. Could be," Han said.

"You know ... we're close to the ruins of the old Jedi temple ... we could look for an answer," Luke offered.

"No detours," Han said.

"It's not," Luke protested. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a holo from Leia. "Direct instructions to me."

Han shook his head in confusion. "I wasn't told."

"I figured you wouldn't sign up for the mission if you knew hokey old religions were involved," Luke said.

"I would have, for you," Han argued. "And you could have told me sooner."

"You were bound to find out," Luke said.

Han reached down and took his hand again. The streets were still empty, so it was hard to say this was for their cover. "So ... you wanted me on this mission?"

"Figured you were the best one to pretend to be married to," Luke said, a forced casual tone in his voice that Han noticed right away.

"The best one?" Han Laughed. "Out of how many?"

"The whole base I guess," Luke said. It was rare to get Luke blushing, but he was. Han could almost skip with glee.

"Well --!"

"Han, please, drop it," Luke said.

"Why?" Han asked.

Luke almost seemed to squirm. "Just don't want to joke about it, alright."

Han sobered. "Alright kid," Han said. They walked in silence until they reached the end of the block. "You know, I'm not just messing around with you," Han said. "or trying to hurt you."

"What do you mean?" Luke asked.

Han turned to him. They were standing close enough that Han had to look down just a little to meet his gaze.

"Stop that," Luke said.

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that," Luke said.

Han played dumb. "Why?"

"You know why." Luke pressed his lips together tight; Han could see the tension in his brows, but his blue eyes were still looking right into Han's, until they weren't. He glanced down for just a second - to his lips, Han had to assume. And then back up, and then back down, this time lower.

"You can if you want to, baby," Han said. Luke's face relaxed a little. "I want to too."

Luke rediscovered his bravery and leaned up to kiss him, pressing their mouths together in almost the same moment he tangled a hand in Han's hair, another one in the fabric of his shirt. Han was nearly thrown off balance by Luke's enthusiasm, but he managed to match it soon enough.

"Glad to see you two made up," the robotic voice of a Stormtrooper said. They nearly jumped away from each other. "Nothing to worry about," the armored-man assured them, before carrying on.

"Kissing does work," Han said in a hushed voice.

"That was luck," Luke said. Han couldn't disagree.

#skysolo #han solo #luke skywalker #my writing

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kougiri · 1 year

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Hi! I don’t know if you can work something with my idea (sorry if it’s too basic and boring, don’t worry to ignore it) but u was thinking, Dazai and Tetcho having an s/o, and they’ve been lovers for a few months but she still gets nervous and flustered sometimes

Thank you for stopping by, love~

I usually get smut requests and a few Yandere requests too, it's rare to see someone ask for a fluff these days. I'm gonna make separate posts for this so please bare with me../ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

Enjoy~

Content warning: None

Dazai is sitting on the couch in the corner of the cafe, listening to music. For how long have the two of you been dating? that's right, 2 whole years. Yet you're still nervous and easily flustered by everything he does, but don't you want to ask him out on a nice little date as a treat for your day off? "Uhm- Dazai..?" You ask as your hand taps his shoulder. "You must not sneak up on me like that! What do you want, [Name]?" He pauses the music and takes the headphones off as he looks at you. A pang of guilt started to swallow you. "I just wanted to..ask you on a date..this Friday.." Your heart fluttered as you spoke the words. Dazai's eyebrows raise "A date with me? Why, I'm flattered! Let me think... Yes, of course! I would love to!" he smiles. "There's one condition though..." "Which is..?" You ask with a blush. He smiles at you as he started to speak "I'm in charge of planning the date! My plans are flawless, you'll love them! Of course, you must never speak of our date to anyone else. I believe that's fair. What do you think?" He says as his eyes sparkle "Alright.." *Timeskip to the date* You and Dazai are at a very elegant and fancy restaurant, sitting across from each other at a table. "There are candles and flowers everywhere How do you like this so far?" He asks, looking around him "I wanted us to have the most elegant of settings. I made sure everything would be perfect!" He said, looking into your eyes with a smile. "It's amazing..you didn't have to go this far though..! Not that I'm complaining." You stated as he chuckles "I never do things halfway! So tell me, what can I do to make you feel even more special?" He asks as a waiter comes by "Oh, perfect..." he smiles "Would you like some drinks? Or maybe some more bread? You can ask for anything." "I'll order an [F/D] and some [F/F] I guess.." You say as you blush and smile nervously. He smiles and nods "Good choices." The waiter leaves to fulfill the order "You're rather quiet...Are you nervous?" He looks at your cheeks "You seem rather red... Are you cold? Would you like my jacket?" "No need for the jacket..! I'm just flustered. Sorry about that." You say as you smile. He chuckles "Oh don't be sorry! You're still cute as ever~ You look absolutely lovely tonight by the way." He says as you blush even more. "I-" The server brings the drinks and bread, which he set on the table before he excuses himself. Dazai leans forward as he starts speaking again "You know what? I have something to tell you..." "Huh..? What is it?" You ask while your heart beats faster. His smile gets a bit wider "I..." He sighs and looks into your eyes "I love you, [Name]."

#MY FINALS ARE NEXT WEEK HELP #Finally done..!#dazai osamu #dazai imagines #dazai x you #dazai x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd x you #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #kougiri cafe order

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mhathotfic · 1 year

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I wanted to do some emotional cheating hcs with (Yn) as the other woman. I have posts saying how I think it’d play out with Sero so I thought I’d start with them since the ground work is done. Feel free to request others!

Warnings: emotional cheating (a situationship that was broken off physically but not emotionally), afab reader with she/her pronouns, vaginal sex described, oral (female and male receiving), jealousy, written with plus size reader in mind

Pairing: Hanta Sero x reader

-It was just a casual fwb arrangement

-Just two friends with high drives helping each other out between relationships

-That’s what it was supposed to be, but just a friend doesn’t know all your favorite positions, doesn’t know how you taste, doesn’t invite you over to fuck you stupid every time they’ve had a bad day

-And just a hookup doesn’t know your shoe and dress size or your favorite restaurant and certainly wouldn’t have charmed your family or even get you incredibly thoughtful gifts

-So of course it felt like a slap to the face when he tells her he met someone so they should stop

-Felt even worse when he went back to treating her like just his best friend and insisted they meet

-His new girl was pretty and tall and thin

-Thinner than herself, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he called it off because of some shallow need for a more conventionally appealing piece of eye candy

-Well, at least at first, but things didn’t seem any different between them aside from the lack of sex

-He still called often and she knew it must’ve made his new girlfriend furious because he was always so quick to get off the call when they got back from whatever they were doing

-He still bought her nice gifts for holidays and her birthday, much nicer than you should for a former fling

-And it was cruel, she knew it was, but she took satisfaction in knowing that they were rocky in their relationship

-He confided in her too often

-She knew he hated their friends and them his and how he wished it was easier like it is with her

-She guessed that’s why he’s been leaving hangouts so early, new girl must’ve been calling him away out of jealousy

-She couldn’t blame them though

-And apparently they were a bad cook since he always complained about how he missed when she would cook for him the mornings after they’ve spent the night together

-She had fun teasing him about how he should be careful or she’ll start to think he was flirting with her and start drama for him and his girlfriend about it

-Of she knew she already did though

-She’s heard all about how he ended up in the dog house when he got back with leftovers she’s packed for him to take

-And she’d take a wild guess and say he wasn’t getting enough attention from them because he seemed rather concerned with what or who she did in her free time

-Paying way too close of attention to Mina’s gushing about some guy she wanted to hook her up with and ignoring the conversation he was actually a part of

-She made a show of considering and watched him get more agitated out the corner of her eye until he found an excuse to borrow her for a moment to question what she was doing

-“What? Am I supposed to stay single? Might I remind you you’re dating someone who’s not me Hanta?” “Please (Yn), that guys not even your type. Why pretend—” “You sound jealous, if you don’t want me seeing other men fine, but either make up your mind about who you want or let me make it for you and live my life”

-He wants to argue, make some type of joke about it, anything but admit he’s being an ass, but he knows she’s right

-It shouldn’t bother him this much and it’s not fair to the girl he’s got waiting at home

-Does he even want who he has at home? Maybe they should take a break?

-They do and he knows he shouldn’t have, but he ends up in a familiar bed with a plush warm body that just feels so right to be inside of

-And he realizes he missed this, missed the way his name rolls off her tongue when his tongue is working her to her peak and how her lips felt wrapped around him

-Missed watching how her ass bounced when she rode him reverse cowgirl and how she’d talk back when he’d dirty talk her

-Missed that pretty fucked out expression she’d make when she was satisfied

-He can’t go back to his ex and he definitely can’t just be friends with (Yn) anymore

#hanta sero x reader #hanta sero x reader smut #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x reader smut #sero x reader #sero x reader smut #hanta x reader #hanta x reader smut #tw emotional affair

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oftenwantedafton · 3 months

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Moody and Gray - William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 4

Rating - Explicit

Warning - sexual content

Also available on AO3

It’s already been one of those days.

You’ve overslept. Your walk to the bus stop concludes with a truck driving by too fast, disrupting a large puddle and drenching your work pants. Delightful.

“The dad at table seven is handsy. Watch out,” one of the servers greets you after you’ve hung your coat up in the locker room and tied your apron around your waist. Awesome.

“Excuse me, miss. This machine just ate all my son’s tickets and now it’s jammed. Can you get someone to fix this?”

You sigh, shoving your order pad back into your apron pocket. “I’ll ask.” You give table seven a wide berth as you pass. The guy has molester written all over him.

Not like your boss doesn’t like to get handsy too though, right? That was part of the reason you’d slept late. You’d spent a good hour in bed last night thinking about his mouth and his hands and rubbing circles over your clit until you’d eventually let yourself go, yelling his name while the throes of pleasure wracked your body. The neighbors must be wondering who William is now. Don’t start that again.

Your eyes flick up to the office. The lights are definitely off and the door is closed. The man you’re lusting after is not there.

Neither, apparently, is anyone from maintenance. ‘Out with the flu’ one of the custodians informs you.

You duck your head into the kitchen. “Has anyone seen Mr. Afton?”

One middle aged man looks up from sprinkling cheese atop a sauce laden raw pizza crust. “I wouldn't. He’s in a foul mood. I had to get him to sign for a delivery earlier and he just about took my head off.”

Wonderful. “I’ll take my chances. Where is he?”

The man shrugs. “Your funeral. He’s in Parts and Service.”

You groan inwardly. You’ve seen the service room only once, during your mandatory tour at orientation. No place you’ve ever had a reason to visit otherwise. It’s full of animatronic parts and endoskeletons that are infinitely more creepy than their fur covered counterparts on the center stage.

And now your employer is there, upset for fuck knows what reason. Fantastic.

Your pants make a soft swishing sound as the wet material rubs together. It’s cold and unpleasant and it reminds you of the day you’d had the drink poured on you last week. Nope, don’t go there.

You knock on the service room door. Receive no answer. Bite your bottom lip and try again. Still no response. You push and the door surrenders to your touch.

The room is large. Probably one of the larger areas in the restaurant aside from the dining room. There are a pair of garage doors at the far end for bringing in heavy equipment from outside. You can see William seated at one of the workstations, fiddling with something in front of him. You hear a metallic clicking sound and he curses, shoving the object across the desk away from him.

“Mr. Afton?”

He turns his head sharply at your intrusion. “What?”

“One of the ticket exchange machines is broken. A customer is complaining about it. No one from maintenance is in. I thought maybe you’d have a set of keys.”

He eases off the stool he’s perched on, a short drop to the concrete floor with those long limbs of his. “You were late again today.”

“Are you kidding me? My car, as you damn well know, is out of commission. I had to walk to the bus. I’m like wearing half of a dirty water puddle from Main Street because they never fix the drainage system.”

“I said no excuses.”

You scoff in disbelief. “Seriously?”

Your boss strides across the room, pushing the door behind you closed. “I would have given you a ride. Not that you’d probably be able to wake up at that hour. But still. Better than walking. If only you’d asked.”

You shake your head in disbelief. What was it with this guy? He really got off on the begging thing, didn’t he? “Didn’t think of it. Good to know for next time,” you say, attempting to sound casual, wondering why he’s just shut the door.

“There should not be a next time. Come here.” His voice is low. The British accent drags right against the space between your legs.

You step closer to him, because you want to and not because he’s demanded it, you tell yourself. His hands sit on your waist and he pushes you easily back against the door. The gray eyes are dark storm clouds today.

You tentatively rest a hand on the satin purple fabric of his vest, tucking your fingers underneath one edge so you can feel his chest through the long sleeve dress shirt he’s wearing, gathering a handful of the silk tie that’s the exact same dark violet shade. “You could have just tried to jumpstart my car, you know. I don’t think you minded the inconvenience of giving me a ride home half as much as you’re pretending.”

His fingernails dig into your scalp, palm pushing against your forehead as he tips your head back. “Didn’t think of it at the time. You should have invited me in,” he murmurs.

You wind the tie around your hand. “That’s moving a little fast, don’t you think?” He shrugs. “You ran away anyway.”

“I most certainly did not run away,” he growls.

“What’s got you so worked up today, Gray?”

He frowns a little over the new nickname, then nods, smiling slightly. “There’s an employee here that’s causing me a lot of grief.”

“Tell me who it is. I’ll sort them right out for you.”

“I think I can handle her.”

“You think so, huh?” You jerk on the tie and his face dips to capture your lips.

Toothpaste over coffee. No cigarette yet today. A soft moan that grabs something within you and twists. The hand still at your waist travels, following the curve of your buttocks. Something hard presses against you, on the opposite side from the order pad still tucked into your apron pocket.

“Let’s try again tonight. I’ll jump that rust bucket car of yours then follow you back. You invite me in. We’ll have…dinner or something.” His teeth pull your bottom lip. You like the promise behind that last part. Or something.

“That rust bucket is all I can afford because my boss is a cheap asshole.”

“You’re paid a standard wage. If you don’t get good tips that’s not my problem. Fuck.” You decide to stroke along that hard line pressing against his pants. He feels alarmingly large. He’s going to be a challenge in more ways than one.

“I deserve a raise.”

“For what? You’re late every day.”

“Not every day,” you protest. His tongue swipes your jaw and his hand moves from your ass to your crotch and your brain short circuits as the blood travels elsewhere.

“You have an attitude problem. You don’t participate in the team building exercises. You’re not even compliant with the dress code. Just look at you. You’re a mess,” he whispers against your ear, making you shiver. You should probably feel insulted, but you’re getting turned on by his degrading words instead. Was this going to be a new kink of yours now?

You squeeze the probing hand at your concealed sex with your thighs. Even with the layers of clothing dividing you it feels amazing. He shoves the seam of your pants between your lips and against your clit and you grind against it while you palm his cock through his trousers, the material less coarse, more silky smooth than the ones you’re wearing. The needy sounds he’s making vibrate when his mouth presses against you. Did you used to hate this room? This is your new favorite spot in the restaurant, followed by that smoking area outside. You wonder how many other places the pair of you can desecrate.

“Enough,” he pants, releasing you and retreating a couple of paces backward. It’s not, and you both know it, but you are at work and the customers are waiting. He has a business to run. He’s the breadwinner and all that. You need the money, too.

Life’s most inconvenient necessity, weighed against this other, more basic need.

***

You leave the service room alone. Your employer needs a few moments to collect himself. Calm down. Not have such an obvious raging boner.

You dip into the employee restroom to check your appearance in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed. Your hair is disheveled. You do indeed look a mess like he’d said. And who’s fault is that?

You’ve forgotten the warning about table seven, standing a little too close as you distractedly watch William working on the ticket machine. He looks good on his knees. Really good. Jesus, calm down. You feel a hand cup your ass cheek.

Afton shuts the door and locks it and the smirk he has ready for your staring features fades when he sees what’s happening a heartbeat after you realize it yourself. His entire face darkens as he lurches to his feet. You’ve never seen him like this; a new level of fury reached.

“What the hell, man?” You jerk back. The man’s kids are like right there by the row of crane machines. Fucking pervert.

“Get out. Right now. If you come back again, I will call the police and we will be pressing charges.” Afton’s threat is issued at a low tone, mindful of the other customers. His body shields you from the man’s view, remaining there until he’s assured the man and his children have left.

***

Compared to the early afternoon’s events, the remainder of your shift is, well, pretty boring.

The hours drag. You can’t stop thinking about William’s proposal.

Mercifully there are no stragglers that evening and you get to leave on time. You sit in your car and wait for the parking lot to empty, for the owner to park his car in front of yours. It still takes several tries before the engine comes to life. The hood closes and William’s eyes meet yours.

You make it home in nine minutes, a new record. It seems William has realized there’s a gas pedal in his vehicle and matches your speed. You struggle with the key in the lock on the front door of your apartment. It finally creaks open and you step inside, reaching for the light switch.

You wish you’d tidied up better. Ran the vacuum around, maybe dusted. Nah, fuck that, you despised dusting. You wouldn’t do that for anybody, you don’t care who it is. But you would have made more of an effort to clean your place if you’d known you were going to be having company.

“I’m going to wash up at your sink. The car, you know…” He holds up his palms so you can see the dark stains blemishing his ivory skin. Rust or oil or who knows what.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Go ahead. You want something to drink?”

“That would be nice.” He enters the kitchen and turns the faucet on and applies a dollop of dish soap into the palm of one hand. Thank god you didn’t have dirty dishes in the sink.

Wait. Did you put your laundry in the hamper today? You’d been in such a rush to get ready for work that morning. And you definitely hadn’t made your bed. Damn it.

“Let me see what I have.” You open the fridge. There’s a six pack of wine coolers in the vegetable drawer that’s never seen anything green. Not glamorous, but better than nothing.

You tuck your fingers into the carton handle and set the pack down on the counter, using your shirt front to twist off the cap and hand him the bottle of mixed berry or whatever girly flavor it is. It’s still basically beer, just sweetened malt liquor. Whatever. He’ll get over it.

“Thank you.”

You watch the neck of the bottle press against his bottom lip, keenly aware of the sound and movement along his throat as he swallows, the motion somewhat restricted by that proper shirt collar.

“You must be eager to get out of those clothes.”

“What?”

“The puddle, you know.” One eyebrow lifts slightly as he takes another long swallow.

“Oh. Yeah.” The pants have dried out but the grit from the road feels gross, resting unpleasantly along your skin.

“Would you like to take a shower while I order us dinner?”

“I…yeah, sure.” The confidence you’d had earlier has evaporated. You don’t really know what to do now that William Afton is standing in your kitchen.

Well, that’s not entirely true. You have a few ideas.

You take a deep breath to gather your courage and then close the distance between you. You pull the bottle from his hands and gulp the pink carbonated beverage down. You’ve already swapped spit, so you don’t think it’s too improper. “Or, you know, you could join me. And we could do the dinner thing later.”

“Join you. In the shower…” The older man muses. “Yes, I’d like that.” He steals the bottle back and sets it on the counter and then he steals your breath with another kiss.

***

You like watching William undress.

Everything is so neat and precise. Thumbing open each button of the vest. Loosening the knot of his tie and pulling the silk fabric free. Now the buttons at the cuffs of his shirt and the row down the center. Jerks on the leather strap of his wristwatch and sets it on the bathroom counter. A swift overhead tug for the undershirt. His collarbones are gorgeous. Such perfect lines connecting to his shoulders. Dark hair on his chest but it’s sparse. Just enough. A happy trail that parts his stomach into even planes and disappears promisingly beneath his pants.

There’s nothing sexy about what you’re wearing but you do your best to try to match the show your employer has just given you. Cross your arms and pull your work shirt over your head. Unlike his careful folded piles you let the article of clothing drop to the floor next to the sneakers you’ve already toed off. Reach behind and squeeze the band at the back of your brassiere, the hook and eye closures releasing. Let the shoulder straps dip forward, relaxing your bent arms so it falls and joins the shirt. His eyes rake over your breasts appreciatively.

It seems he’s waiting for you to make your next move.

You reach for the button fastening his pants and ease the zipper down. This man, this fucking man has dark purple boxers briefs. Honest to God. You shake your head and smirk, reaching inside and squeezing over the fabric. A little gasp of pleasure.

His fingers are already working on your fly. Thumbs tuck into the waistband at the sides, collecting your panties’ elastic one along with it and he kneels, dragging the black material with him.

William Afton on his knees before you in your bathroom. If someone had told you this would happen ten hours ago when you were rushing to get ready for work, you never would have believed it. You comb your fingers through his messy dark hair, lifting each leg in succession so he can finish tugging the pant legs free from around their tapered points near your ankles. He kisses one hip, just a brief graze of his mouth along your skin and you hiss at the contact. Every touch is electrifying. Socks removed and that’s it, the task is completed, you’re naked.

Afton rises and then sits on the closed toilet lid, crossing each ankle over one knee in turn, tugging on the dark laces of his sensible polished leather dress shoes while you turn on the shower faucet. Socks rolled and tucked neatly inside. Pants removed and folded to join the rest of his clothes. Briefs last. Those he leaves on the floor. Your eyes are drawn to his cock like a magnet. Dark pink flushed tissue. There’s so, so much of it. Your pussy throbs already in anticipation of the stretch he’s going to give you. A clear drop of precum on the crown makes your mouth water.

You manage to tear your eyes away to regard his face. His eyes are black, the pupils completely blown wide. Fuck.

He steps over the edge of the tub and you take the hand he offers you, pulling you into the deluge. You drag the liner and curtain shut. His hand closes over the bar of soap on the narrow shelf tucked into the corner and begins to work it into a lather. Hands the soap to you and goes straight for your tits. You rub suds over his chest. You feel those glorious hands of his slide down your abdomen, one tucking between your legs.

You whimper, broadening your stance so he has better access. It’s brisk and business like, until it isn’t. Until he’s on his knees again and pushing you against the fiberglass wall and splashing water to rinse you as you brace one foot on the shallow ledge on the corner. His fingers press into the soft flesh of your thigh to support you. The sharp edge of his nose digs into your mound and his tongue slides over your clit and between your lips.

Your head snaps back and hits the shower wall. You knot a hand in his raven dark hair and grind yourself against his mouth. God does this man know how to eat pussy. You don’t want to linger too much on the details of why that is, if he’s had a lot of practice. You focus instead on the feeling of the suction over the sensitive bundle of nerves and the finger that slides inside you. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you come undone for him. You suppose it’s been awhile since you’ve been with a man, and this isn’t just any man. You’ve got William fucking Afton kneeling in your shower eating you out with as much enthusiasm as a condemned man consuming his final meal.

He’s not resting on his laurels either; the firm wedge of muscle softening to give you little kitten licks, the finger caressing your insides gently until he feels the change in your body and he thrusts more roughly, his tongue incessant between your folds and on your clit. You’re going to cum again.

“Oh my God. Will…I’m….” You’ve never called him by his first name. Certainly not a nickname. You wonder if he likes it. You certainly like the wracking tremors of your thighs as he brings you to orgasm a second time.

You wind your fingers behind his neck when he stands upright. His erection presses against you. Somehow you manage to find the soap again. Lather that feverish arousal. He’s going to absolutely ruin you with it. Scrotum tight and heavy. God, he’s going to fill you so full.

You push gently against his hips, indicating you want him to turn around. Scrape your soapy nails over his shoulder blades. Take a taste of the shower water with a hint of orchid soap. There’s a moment when you pause and bury your face against his spine. Wrap your arms around him and squeeze. His hand slides over the circle of your arms, resting there. You’re overwhelmed.

William turns and you release him. He reaches for the shampoo bottle. The liquid is cold in your hair. His nails scrape your scalp and he gently massages the cleanser into your tresses. Bends to kiss you. You close your eyes and he tugs you back under the spray to rinse. You duplicate the process, taking your time reaching up to siphon lather through his hair.

The last of the suds vanish around the drain and you shut the shower off. He doesn’t bother with the towels you’ve laid out, pushing your drenched body right through the door that adjoins the bathroom and your bedroom. Presses you down beneath him on the bed. Fucks right into you without preamble. Just shower wet now coated with your slick. Mouth on yours. A needy sound. Yours or his, you don’t know.

It hurts. He’s so big inside of you. Your knees squeeze his ribs. He rocks forward again. You realize he hasn’t even fully entered you yet. He’s got to fuck his way open to reach your cervix. And when he does, oh. The absolute ache of it.

Cool lips and hot tongue on your throat. The taste of the shower water and soap when he lavs your mouth open, the motion mirroring what he’s doing down below. You clutch his shoulder, stroke his jaw, knot a hand in the sheets beneath you. “You’re so tight, Moody. Feel so good, love.” That accent alone coaxes a third climax from you and your tightening walls drag his own out. You can feel him flood your insides, savoring the sound he makes when he loses himself in the pleasure of your body.

The room is dimly lit. There hadn’t been an opportunity to turn the lights on. The bathroom’s illumination is forced to pull double duty. You can just make out his features. A little smile. Maybe a bit arrogant. He knows he’s rocked your world. But you like to think you gave as good as you got. Not all those drops on his brow are from the shower. He’s worked up a sweat. You’ll probably end up back inside the shower again before the night is over.

Today was certainly ending a hell of a lot better than it had started.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton #fnaf fanfic

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 4 months

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Look what I found! CJ’s lost and everyone’s panicking! (and it’s a great excuse to shove Sea Three on the Isle of the Doomed a bit if I ever continue writing)

„Uma!“ the doors fly open as Harry barges into the Chipp Shoppe, his voice just at the verge of breaking, „Uma–“

She sets down whatever pitiful excuse for a meal she was carrying and snarls at the customer that would complain it was not his order, as if she ever cared. Especially now, can’t he see?

She takes barely two steps towards her first mate before he is standing in front of her, wringing his hook in his hands as his eyes shine in distress.

„I can’t find CJ–“ he has the good decency not to shout for all restaurant to hear, though gods know how long that’s gonna last, and she doesn’t need him causing a scene in the open. So she silences him with but a gesture – his jaw clicks audibly into place – and leads him outside, only pausing to ask Desiree to cover her shift for a bit. She doesn’t have anything better to do anyway.

Within moments, they stand in an alley behind the restaurant, dark and damp and entirely unpleasant, but with the Lost Revenge emblem shining brightly on one wall. It’s awful and even downright nasty in there, but it’s home.

And so Uma turns around to face her first mate once more, this time with less nosy audience at least.

„What’s wrong?“ she asks.

He answers just as before („I can’t find CJ…“) and squeezes his hook in all the wrong ways. Uma gently peels away his fingers from the sharp weapon and quickly checks if he didn’t manage to injure himself yet; then she squeezes his hand in her own and doesn’t let go. (No one is watching.)

„I can’t find her anywhere, I’ve looked everywhere, I swear, and it has been too long already and Harriet hasn’t seen her either and Freddie Facilier is also missing–“

Uma doesn’t know how to answer, though she knows CJ went missing, of course. So she only holds his hand and draws circles on his skin and hums so he’d tell her more.

„I’ve looked everywhere, Uma!“ His voice rises and when she looks up at him, she sees that his irises are bleeding red.

„I can’t stand it, what if something happened to her? What if something happened to her, Uma?“

„She is fine, your sister is crafty, Harry, I can’t imagine anything what could take her <i> and </i> Freddie. She is alright, she is just hiding somewhere because she feels like it. Maybe she just forgot how time works again, it wouldn’t be the first time…“

„No, Uma, no–“ he cries out, „What if she went to the Isle of the Doomed?“

„The what?“

„Isle of the Doomed!“

„I don’t know what that is, Harry,“ Uma must control her voice so she doesn’t yell at him impatiently, she wouldn’t help things at all.

„Tell me what that is.“

It takes her a moment to piece together what he is rambling about, even as he clearly tries to be as coherent as possible, which is not saying much right now. But it is enough: He just heard about the Isle from Dizzy Tremaine, of all people, and she heard from Celia Facilier – yeah, Uma lost the thread there a bit.

Nevertheless, Harry is convinced that his little sister heard of the forbidden island and immediately decided to go take a look, which, yes, it does sound like her. And it could be very plausible to get stuck on that horrible place with no way out, wouldn’t it now? And what if something happened to her?

„Hey,“ Uma interrupts him, „We’re gonna check, okay? We’re gonna check and find her, if she’s there.“

„What if she isn’t?“

Uma doesn’t know how to answer, and he doesn’t ask again; they stand in silence for a moment.

„We’re gonna check first,“ says Uma finally. If anything, searching is better than doing nothing, everything is better than uncertainty.

„We sail as soon as the crew is ready.“

He nods once and flickers his eyes around the alley, looking if they’re still alone, though who would dare interrupt them?

Finding it satisfactory, he leans in for a hug, which Uma is all too happy to reciprocate. His arms close around her and her fingers slip into his hair just for a moment. They just hold each other for several long breaths, until Uma leans away:

„Go get the crew ready, Harry,“ she tells him. His lips split in a parody of a smile as he says „aye,“ and cocks his head a bit; then he lets go of her and stalks away, fast and heavy steps, hook at the ready, clear purpose in mind. Good.

When she walks into the restaurant, Harry is already at the center, at the little podium. His hook in his hand, the red cloak flaring, and eyes burning with fire.

„Come on, you wharf rats, to the ship.“

He makes a rather fearsome image, doesn't he? Her first mate.

„We sail soon, on the Captain's orders-“

Uma nods at her crewmates who look at her for reassurance.

„-And I want the ship ready in thirty minutes, so move, move, everyone!“

#disney descendants #harry hook #uma descendants #cj hook

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fizzledtaste · 27 days

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You think you know someone - KINK CONTENT

An idea that I've had for a while. The other skaters finding out how good Cherry is at burping.

The restaurant was empty except for Cherry and the other skaters, but Joe would hardly call them clients. The teenagers and Shadow had been engaged in light conversation for some time now and both Cherry and Joe were barely listening, Cherry because he found it uninteresting and Joe because he was too busy closing the restaurant, but he came to them when he was done, to kick them out and also see what they were talking about that was keeping them so entertained.

“That's gross, Slime” Miya wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“But It's cool, isn't it?”

“Maybe, if you knew how to do it” Shadow said.

“Do you, old man?” Reki challenged.

“Don't call me that! And knowing how to burp the alphabet isn't exactly a top priority at my age”

“He says, like an old man”

“I know how to burp the alphabet” Joe said suddenly, surprising everyone, they haven't even notice him. “It's not so hard. I'm done closing the store, so” he made a gestured like he was shooing a dog.

“Wait, you do? Can you teach me?” Reki looked at him full of expectation.

“Only if you guys leave after that”

“That's fine by me!”

“Ok then.” Joe sat down. He saw from the corner of his vision Cherry rolling his eyes. “It really helps if you know how to do it on command. Do you?”

“I'm working on that”

“That's fine, I can show you, it's simple, you just have to swallow some air until you feel an air bubble form in yout throat…” Joe did as described and Reki followed. After some effort, Joe let out a pretty average burp, not bad, but not too long or deep. “And then you just let it out.”

Reki tried to copy, releasing a burp so small it wasn't much better than a hiccup, but that enough for him, at least for his first time.

“Cool!”

“You’ll get better at it with some practice”

“You're as disgusting as you're pathetic. Don't go around teaching others when you don't even know what you're doing” Cherry snickered from where he was drinking his tea.

Everyone turned to Cherry, they also forgot that he was there. Joe raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“Feel free to show how it's done if it bothers you so much”

Cherry scoffed.

“No, thank you, unlike you I'm not a savage.” If they were alone he would not hesitate to put that man in his place, but here, in front of everyone, he had an image to uphold. Joe would need much more than some childish provocation to get to him.

“Then don't go around complaining when you can't do better.”

“I don't have to know how to do it to criticize you, just like I don't have to know how to cook to say that your cooking sucks.”

“You can criticize, yeah, but you can't win the argument.”

“Sure I can”

“I think you’re just making excuses cause you'll never be better at burping than me. And a bunch of other things.”

Fuck the image he had to uphold.

Cherry turned silent and it took Joe a little too long to realize he was swallowing air. Then, Cherry opened his mouth and released a deep belch that did not look like it came from someone as delicate and dignified as him.

“That's how you do it” he said at the end of it, keeping direct eye contact with Joe “So I guess I win the argument”

“Yeah, but I win the war” Joe said with a satisfied smirk and that's when Cherry understood that he fell for his trap.

“Good one, Cherry!” Reki complimented, very impressed.

“I didn't expect that from you” Miya, on the other hand, was utterly shocked.

“That was loud.” Langa stated and it was hard to tell how he felt about it from his neutral tone and expression.

“You think you know people…” Shadow said more to himself in a mix of awe and shock.

“You wanted that, didn't you? Satisfied?” Cherry turned to Joe, trying to keep his composture after being defeated.

“What's wrong, don't you wanna show off your talents? Lemme tell you guys, our delicate flower here never lost a single burping contest he was on.” Joe turned to the others and pointed to Cherry, covering his mouth with his hand like he was telling a secret.

“That's so freaking awesome!” Cherry liked Reki, he did, he was a good kid, but he didn't want his approval with something like this.

“How did you learn it?” Langa asked the question his boyfriend was too excited to ask.

“I didn't really learn it, I just always knew how to do it.”

“He's a natural!” Joe raised his arms in celebration

“Shut up, you idiot. This is all your fault.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, am I supposed to cover for the guy whose idea of fun is burping in my ear?”

“I don't do that anymore!” at least not very often.

“Cherry, teach me, please, please!” Reki begged, giving the older skater one of those abandoned puppy eyes.

“No, that's beneath me. Why don't you ask Joe? I'm sure a savage like him would be glad to help you with that.”

“But you're so good, I don't think I've seen anyone as good as you! Please” Cherry wasn't sure if the boy's flattery was on purpose, but it was working.

“I can think about it”

#burping #burp kink #eructo #cherry blossom #sk8 the infinity

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l-e-e-woso · 2 years

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Oh...F*ck...ow - Mapi León

italics = speaking Spanish

The Barcelona team were getting ready to go out for a dinner which was a rare occasion due to them usually just going clubbing but they wanted a chilled out night for once.

Currently Mapi and Y/n are getting dressed in our bedroom. Mapi comes up behind Y/n as she is pulling her blue ripped jeans on and pulls your hips towards her then slides her hands around your waist. “Are you excited for dinner, mi amor?” Mapi whispers next to your ear as she kisses your neck. You nodded as you held on to Mapi’s hands and lent your head backwards onto her shoulder. “Yes I am. We can finally get to know more about Lucy and Kiera, This is like the first time we’ve been out as a team since they joined.” Mapi looked at you lovingly as you talked. “Yeah, it also gives me an excuse to practice my english more.” Mapi chuckled as she thought about her English. It wasn’t that she couldn’t speak it at all, it was just some words she could pronounce. “Maybe Alexia could get some advice off of Lucy, I read somewhere that Lucy had quite a few injuries on her knee really early on in her career. Hopefully Alexia will be back soon, I miss nutmegging her.” Mapi and you both burst out laughing at the last sentence. You look around for a shirt to put on and decide to steal Mapi’s shirt, you quickly button it up and run out of the room before Mapi can complain about you stealing her shirt.

When you get to the bottom of the stairs you run straight into someone ultimately ending up on the floor you then look up to see Alexia looking at you with a raised eyebrow and shaking her head at you. Hearing a door slam shut upstairs you rush to your feet and run into the living room and jump over the sofa hiding behind it while getting a few odd looks from some of the barca players that were there getting ready to head out to the restaurant.

You could hear the laughs of some barca players as well as Mapi footsteps that were currently heading towards you. Quickly you stand up with your hands up and look at Mapi with those adorable puppy eyes that work everytime. Mapi groans as she looks at you and then walks off to find another shirt to wear which leaves the barca players confused.

Once Mapi returns with a new shirt on, the team proceeds to leave Mapi and Y/n’s house to head to the restaurant which is about 20 minutes away. They got there 5 minutes before their reservation time.

Y/n and Mapi sat next to each other with Alexia to the left of Mapi as well as Lucy and Kiera across from them. Mapi picked up the drinks menu that was placed in front of her and opened it looking at the options of what she should drink tonight. Mapi ultimately decided on a beer as did Y/n and a lot of the rest of the team as well. They eventually ordered their food which you and Mapi ended up sharing as you got a little bit of everything.

“So what was all that about back at the house?” Lucy asked while she took a sip of her drink. “Oh…uh…I stole Mapi’s shirt that she was going to wear tonight, but i must say it was a damn good choice cause you look way more gorgeous in that shirt baby.” You said chuckling while you placed your hand on top of Mapi’s which was resting on your thigh and intertwined your fingers with each other.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Mapi angrily glaring at someone across the restaurant and you move your head so you could see then immediately regretted looking because it was none other than your abusive ex girlfriend, Alison, which made you instantly tense up. “Fuck…fuck…no…why is she here?!” You muttered which Mapi heard so she immediately wrapped her arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek. “Do you want to leave, mi amor?” Mapi whispered to you not wanting to make a scene and rubbed your hand in comfort. “No, I’m going to enjoy tonight. I'm not letting her of all people interrupt this. I’ll be fine, I promise baby.” You told Mapi and gave her a kiss.

Everyone was having conversations with each other when suddenly Claudia suggested we play never have I ever and everyone agreed. Claudia started with “Never have I ever gotten a tattoo.” A lot of people groaned at that because that meant a lot of people were taking shots. You quickly took your shot and started with your question. “Never have I ever slept with someone on this team.” Mapi, Y/n, Lucy, Keira, Patri, Claudia and Alexia all drank. “Who with? Obviously, me and Mapi have slept together.” You asked everyone. “I’ve slept with Kiera.” Lucy answered and Kiera just pointed back to Lucy as her answer. Alexia rubbed the back of her neck and muttered her answer. “What did you say Al?” Mapi asked, turning towards the captain. “Patri and Claudia. I'm pretty sure you can work out who they have slept with.” Alexia smiled at the two as they sat across from her while everyone looked at the three in shock. “As in a threesome?” Lucy asked and Alexia nodded. “Moving on please…” Whatever the la reina commands we shall do.

After about an hour of playing Never Have I Ever everyone decided that it would be best to start heading home since it was starting to get very late. Just as you stood up someone walked past and bumped shoulders with you and muttered “Bitch.” under their breath. Mapi grabbed the person's shoulder and they swung around and glared at Mapi. “What did you just say to her? Why are you even here? Y/n has a restraining order against you, you shouldn’t even be in the same city as her!” Mapi shoves the person who turned out to be your abusive ex girlfriend Alison and Alison goes to slap Mapi so you step in front of her.

The slap is heard throughout the entire restaurant, you could hear all the gasps all over. Alexia gets involved and grabs you and sits you down on a chair and tells a waiter to go and get some ice for your cheek. Mapi on the other hand is absolutely livid and punches Alison who passes out from the punch. “Oh…fuck…ow” Mapi grabs her hand in pain and walks over to you and kisses you passionately. “Are you okay, mi amor?” Mapi asks, holding one of your hands.

“Yes I’m fine. I love you Maria.”

“I love you too, mi amor.”

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I hope this is alright! I apologize for any spelling errors.

Please send requests.

I shall try get through a bunch of requests tomorrow and make my list of people that I will write for .

#mapi león x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #barca femeni #mapi leon #mapi leon imagine #woso #woso fanfics #barcalona #womens football #womens soccer #la liga

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