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#and im just like what the fuck look at the rest of the country
rewh0re · 4 months
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honestly why do men
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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#prospective phd advisor: if u wanna go to Antarctica we can def arrange that#me: um fuck yea i wanna go to Antarctica.#it wouldnt be to mcmerdo dry valley like i always imagined but um yes pls#assuming he gets the funding for a student and assuming i decide to go there#hes the oldest guy ive talked to and he was a little rambly and scatterbrain but he reminded me of my undergrad advisor#and i feel like he liked my passion and im prob s good fit for what he wants to do. so idk another good option#and it would be kinda great bc it wouldnt b that far from where my parents live but it would b in another country#i could hang for a while in the forrests of canada 🇨🇦#ugh so many options. our call was unceremoniously cut short tho by a bad zoom connector#but it was on my last questions so it could have been way worse#sigh... i started the day sobbing into my scrambled eggs bc i was getting bombarded by texts abt leaving for sampling later today#and now i feel a little better. just gotta stay normal until Monday#hhhh at least thats all the interviews done. unless i decide to follow up on one last email exchange#i should do that. he does engineering cyanobacteria stuff but god im already seriously looking at 5 other ppl. do i really wanna chase#down another person. ugh idk ill feel so bad if i make all my referees send stuff to 5 different institutions let along 6#blah im so exhausted#and what better way to deal with that exhaustion than spending a whole weekend sampling all day with zero rest fml#it better not rain. i dont wanna go back again.#oh god if i could just lay face down on the floor for a lil while. that would heal me#unrelated
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maybenowforeverlate · 11 months
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#i am so sorry please keep scrolling if you are living a completely h/p-free life#hp cw#look i am out of h//p// bc of *gestures to everything of jkr*#but.#lol im sure there's already this written somewhere#where the magic community in the UK is actually this most fucking absurd backwater#the rest of the globe have moved on#durmstrang and beauxbeaton or w/e the french one was are like crazy r/wing boarding schools pretending monarchies still matter or something#anyways the whole rest of the world just watches what goes on in magic UK like its a historical soap opera#which they occasionally get to star in#magic uk is the truman show#otherwise qui/it/ch is like#...a fun sport that isn't like#archaic as in brutal#it's just that the archaic country is OBSESSED with it#and so going to the qui./dich world cup is like being cast in a ren fair reality tv show where the sports aren't rigged#if a non-uk country hosts it's like hosting the biggest ren fair production of all time that will be broadcast to millions#the farce is the fun#i am so high i am so deranged right now#personal#DELETE FUCKING LATER#this is the only place to put this#but i need to document these thoughts bc im high enough that i might forget them#and i think they're funny lol.#but they caNnot live in my notes that's more embarrassing#they use advanced memory magic (combo of potions and spells surely) with brits who work abroad so they forget#same for tourists it's a part of customs at the border#once when i was high i had a deranged rant about american pie#somewhere on my phone i think#idk what happened to it
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i hate it so much when people try to tell me how to study because every single method feels like trying to shove a balloon through a brick wall
#i cant study. like actually#schoolwork isnt just not fun to me its. actual torture#i always start crying while doing homework because my brain is just so fucking foggy i cant ??? function???#i cant retain information im not interested in but let me do you one better. i cant even consume it in the first place#im not. a functional person#im in my final year and idk if ill make it literally BECAUSE im. i cant fucking do this?#personal#btw#and jts always 'well at least try to study its only one more year' I GOT THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL. BECAUSE OF COVID#I NEVER WOULD HAVE REACHED THIS POINT IF IN MY THIRD YEAR THE SCHOOL HADNT SAID 'ok everyone passes'#AND I NEED THIS?#DROPPING OUT IN THIS COUNTRY EVEN AT 18 IS NIGH ON ILLEGAL#gifted kid syndrome was never about reading better than the rest of ur class when u were 8 bc u were a nerd#its about always being fucking praised for every minor thing and then growing up to be completely useless#and its stupid! i KNOW my life is allowed to exist i KNOW im not useless i KNOW that i deserve better than what ive gotten up till now#but im so fucking sick of the constant 'oh you can do better' and my classmates going 'oh ur so smart ahaha' and just.#the dchool system wasnt made to support anyone ever#it supports the average child with average intelligence who works and studies and that child is so fucking rare#and its even worse when my sister is doing a level higher than me is doing a sport AND is looking for a job#and shes fine! she gets good grades! but i can barely manage to get through this and everything is just a fucking brick wall#and i keep smashing my head against it trying again and again to get through but all im getting is another fucking headache#i hate people who say shit like 'ooh videogames ruin ur school life' bc videogames are the only things in my life rn i can think about#without feeling like shit!#i csn ramble about videogame lore for 6 hours or i can sob uncontrollably there is no difference i am not a fucking person anymore#autistic burnout gang lmao i am losing my fucking mind#every time i try explaining it to someone its just 'well just try' IVE TRIED. FOR THE PAST SEVEN YEARS. ITS ENOUGH. IM DONE.#anyway thats the story of how i ended up crying about my french exam tomorrow#it is 2 am#i have to figure out a dessert for christmas i can barely fucking breathe and i am once again trying to make as little sound as possible#im so tired
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pjackk · 5 months
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Yep another miesrable "F my life" moment just hapened to me i basicaly walked 10 miles up the mountain to get to behind to the gas station to see my plug to buy me my with my favorite delta 8 pipe rocks and grab another 6er of tall boy steelies and i forgot i had my lit pre roll from brunch at the Country Grocerys buffet and i tripped on a congom on they away out and fell directly into a puddle of oil which normaly is fine when i fall and hurt myself ebcause nobody gives a fuck about me but the pants got stained wich is not unusual for me either but this time with motor guel or some shit but my pre roll was smoldering still and it set my ptants on fire so i dive in to the muddy ditch to put wet mut on my body to estinguish the fire and it and it shook the fuck up out of my steelos and the bursted all over me and it put out the fire but now i dont have any booze at all and my delta 7 "Fuck n chill" rocks burned tf up and i dont got nothgin left and my pants were all fucked up so i had to go home thru the woods wihtout them and it was so dark out and my peice of shit phone died even thouhg it was at 27% and i couldnt see shit and i was lost for along time so i decide to go to sleep in the woods to find my way back in day time + the animals sounds were high key scary as fuck so i cover myself in leafs and dirt and sticks and mud and other shit to hide from them and i woke up in the adfternoon still tired as fuck cuz i dont sleep good without some shit to put me asleep like my medicidne prescribed from Dr Maltlikker if U catch my drift lol or Dr thc Gummy lol if u get what im saying and these stupid little cunts with 22 rifles were plinking at me and tlaking about how they wanted to shoot my big ugly rusty head right in the head or to shoot a hole in my nippels so i got up and trioed to get them to stop i begged but htey just kept lauhging at me and shooting at me and it realy hurt my feelings so i pick one up and threw it into the sky then they all ran away screaming which is a classic "Dont fuck with honest joe,because he might try to hurt you or kill you if u piss him of moment" but the miracle of the story if that i went to walk 20 feet to findm y way out and i found my busted as shit old as fuck camry with a litle gas left ive been looking for it for a few days cuz i did a lil cruising when i was blackout and did lots of crazy shit i didnt remember at all but it was all on my story and 100 ppl were snaping and whatsapping me telling me to kill myself when i checked my huwawai thats how u know u had a crazy fcking night when u get that shit!!😂😂 but it had a litle gas left and it wasnt super busted so i was able do get back on I81 and soem stupid fcking crazy ass north carolina motha fuckas are driving insanly as fuck as usual and they keep almost hiting me while im just trying to read my fukcking phone to get rid of all these stupid messages and shit i still dont know how to use the app and its hard to type shit with my hands but eventualy i got back to my fuck buddys houe im crashing there even though he hates me now but i have nowehre left since ive been down on my luck and im realy not able to pay the bills no more with my online black jack/DarkRp trial moderator gigs and basicaly he owes me cuaz i got him 1 pack of menthols back when he was 19 and Sleepy Joe Brnadon banned them since "Freedom to do real shit" was aparently removed from the costitution when he was elected😂 but anywas now im sitting here bored as fuck with nothign at all do do cuz i got nothing to get fucked up wthi and i spent the rest of my meony on shit thats burned and blasted im realy worried i wont be able to sleep tongith since i cant get fucked up and thats when the demons starts to flow in my head i might do something realy bad to myself like pluck out my screws or some shit if u care abotu my which u probably dont my cashuapp is $pjack9 im desprate for another bottle to numb my p[ain away
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Pic of my ride when i found it thankuly it still had gas😋
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marlenesluv · 6 months
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Keep It Private. Part 2. (DR)
summary: just some more of you and daniel not being able to keep it in your pants on instagram
warnings: suggestive content
note: i wasn’t gonna make a part 2, but my posts have been getting a lot of love (thank you sm) and you guys seemed to rly like this one! <3 (still trying to reply to comments, but j know i see them all!)
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for part 1! ^
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danielricciardo: big win today in the australian grand prix race. thank you to my team, my fans, my friends, family, and pit crew. but i couldn’t have done it without my wife @y/n.ricciardo. i will be giving you so many orgasms later, and many reasons to have you not stand straight. i love you, my lucky charm❤️
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oscarpiastri: omg daniel, seriously?
|> danielricciardo: yeah😊
f1fanpage: do i say that they are cute? or disgusting for the pda?….
wagsoff1: congratulations, daniel!!
|> y/nanddanfp: you’re skipping over the whole last part…?
|> wagsoff1: trying to pretend i didn’t read it
maxverstappen1: congratulations, daniel!!
|> danielricciardo: thank you! 😁
y/n.ricciardo: daniel omg my mom follows you now😳
|> danielricciardo: i blocked her, she follows my family one though. its okay😊
|> y/n.ricciardo: oh okay. i love youuu
|> danielricciardo: i love you tooo❤️
|> landonorris: it’s almost like you guys don’t have messages to say this to each other?
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y/n.ricciardo: workout or workout..?🤭
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francisca.cgomes: you look stunning!💓🫶
|> y/n.ricciardo: thank you kika🥹🫶
f1wags: GOOD LORD THE CAPTION Y/N
danielricciardo: i prefer the second one
|> y/n.ricciardo: what a coincidence! me too!!
|> danielricciardo: im coming home so we can workout rn
|> y/n.ricciardo: YAY
f1updates: you GUYS😳
georgerussell63: the only couple i know without a filter
|> carmenmmundt: they make it work, they’re hot
|> y/n.ricciardo: ily carmen
|> carmenmmundt: ily too babe
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Daniels BeReal (friends/grid only):
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Caption: How mad would she be if i ate her out even tho she’s working?
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Lando Norris -> dude….
Charles Leclerc -> on the plane??
|> Daniel Ricciardo -> yeah? so?
|> Charles Leclerc -> seems a bit unsanitary
Carlos Sainz -> what the fuck
Pierre Gasly -> get it, daniel!
|> Daniel Ricciardo -> pierreeeeee
Max Verstappen -> i’m not sure what to say.
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y/n.ricciardo: congratulations, baby. p1 in australia, our beautiful home country. couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate your win ❤️
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lilymhe: such an adorable couple, congrats daniel!
|> pierregasly: congratulations, daniel !!!
|> danielricciardo: thank you lily, and thank you pierre! congrats on p2 my man
|> pierregasly: YEAHHHH thanks daniel 🙏
f1wags: my couple goals and inspo
danielricciardo: the real win was making you my wife ❤️
|> y/n.ricciardo: damn straight it was
|> danielricciardo: excuse me? you’re gonna regret that miss
|> y/n.ricciardo: WAIT JK JK
|> danielricciardo: mhmm
formula1updates: congratulations on p1, daniel!!!
y/n.fans: parents are slaying tonight
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danielricciardo: happy anniversary to the love of my life, my partner, and my favorite person in the world. i don’t know how i would live without you. i love you, and i cant wait to spend the rest of our lives together❤️
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charles_leclerc: happy anniversary, guys!
|> danielricciardo: thank you, charles!
fanpage.f1: awwwww, happy anniversary🥹
landonorris: happy anniversary, mom and dad☺️
|> y/n.ricciardo: lando🙃🙃
|> danielricciardo: don’t give her baby fever
|> y/n.ricciardo: too late
|> danielricciardo: wanna make one?
*liked by y/n.ricciardo*
georgerussell63: happy anniversary, you two!
|> danielricciardo: thank you!
f1fan: i cant believe you guys have been together for four years already
|> wagsof.f1: four married and eight total with their dating 🥹🥹
y/n.ricciardo: i love you so much❤️❤️
|> danielricciardo: i love you so much too❤️❤️
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y/n.ricciardo: four years ago, you proposed to me while we were at dinner with your friends…translation: four years ago, you made me the happiest, luckiest, and the most loved person in the universe. i cant believe that i’m able to say you’re mine. and now i present my lockscreen for these past four years. i love you more than words can explain, my love❤️
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pierregasly: i remember that
|> maxverstappen1: yeah, never thought he would propose
|> carlossainz55: it did take him a while
y/nsfans: the lockscreen picture🥹 we finally know what it is. i can now live in peace
wagsf1: you guys don’t get it, im obsessed with this couple
lilymhe: congratulations!! you guys are perfect for each other💓
|> y/n.ricciardo: thank you, lily🥹💓
danielricciardo: i love you so much, thank you for sticking by my side
|> y/n.ricciardo: 🥹🥹🥹
|> danielricciardo: don’t cry, we haven’t had sex yet you can’t cry
|> oscarpiastri: they can’t even stop on anniversary pictures
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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)
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tarjapearce · 9 months
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Bad Teachings Pt. 2
College Proffesor AU! Miguel x fem!Reader
Warning: Smut, slight fluff
Hope you like c: Pt 3
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It's been almost two years ever since you graduated college, two years since you last time saw Mr. O'Hara and kept in touch with him. To starters, you were pretty sure that making an advance on him after he had realigned your guts in his car and you gave him a blowjob in his classroom previous to the graduation ceremony, would only bring him trouble.
And now, a year and ten months later you had to 'integrate yourself to the proactive and laboral society' or so your parents always repeated. Thankfully enough, due your merits you had landed a not so shitty job in the branding consulting field.
The perks of your job were flexible schedules and some little luxuries like a place in a relatively good area, and finally, a car.
You often browsed through social media to check on your old class mates. Some got married, others moved from the country and others just stuck to themselves. Even though it was unlikely, you had searched Miguel, but he never showed up. Given the man's workaholic nature, it made sense for him to not have social media.
Wich kinda sucked since you had lost valuable contacts, including his. Not that you often talked though, a few how are yous here and there, and in the rare occasions, the conversations turned spicy and thigh clenching.
You went back to work.
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Adult life was often boring, in fact, that you were grocery shopping for the week had turned boring. The only thing sparking your interest was a new cereal brand on the top shelf, your fingers barely reaching them. You stopped however as a big hand hovered over you and grabbed the cereal like it was nothing.
"Thanks"
"Who said it was for you?"
A chill ran down your spine as you looked at none other than Miguel O'Hara cocking an eyebrow your way with a slight smirk.
"M-Mr. O'Hara! Hi. Uh... Hi."
"(Name)" He gave a brief acknowledge to you as he put some packaged-gourmet looking coffee on his cart.
"It's been a while. How do you do, sir?"
"Sir? What am I? Sixty?"
"At all, just-"
"Then fucking call me Miguel."
"It's really weird for me to say your name so casually."
He rolled his eyes and moved to get coffee filters.
"Thought you found a better chatting partner"
You stood there unable to comprehend his words right away, they weren't precisely tender, but they held a bit of a grudge. Finally your brain alighted with the idea of what he had meant.
"No, no. I was robbed actually, and lost a bunch of data, your contact included."
He stared your way, unwavering as you offered a small smile.
"Make it up, then... Unless you are seeing someone?"
"No!" You almost shouted and quieted down as some people in the back looked at your way.
"Sorry. I mean no. Im not seeing anyone. What about you?"
"Maybe you, at seven on saturday. "
Your cheeks burned at how casual he was acting. You had caged him in the teacher box for so long anything outside of it was odd, yet fascinating.
"Alright."
"Pásame tu teléfono*"
"What?"
"Give me your phone."
"Oh, right."
You handed your smartphone at him as he called his own number, registering both you and himself on each other's devices.
"I'll let you know if anything else shows up."
"Sure, I'll bring a gift."
He chuckled and shrugged
" If you want to. Not needed though. At 7 pm" ,
Nodding, you watched him leave, realizing he actually had put the cereal box in your cart.
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The rest of the week was torture, in every little chance you had, you checked your phone to see it was empty, you didn't even discuss where you'd meet or the dress code. You could surprise him, but the idea of being dressed inappropriately would just embarrass you.
Hi, sorry to just butt in. I wanna know though, do I need a dress code?
It took a long of 20 minutes for him to reply.
No
It was a simple yet not so mortifying reply. Even so you the urge of surprising him felt stronger. He was giving you, without realizing, the chance to make an impression on him.
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You went for a short, skin tight, black, thin strapped, heart shaped uppercut dress, black stilettos, natural looking makeup and a blown out hair. The stilettos made a show of your silky-feeling legs, you were all dolled up, quite literally.
Around 6:20 you got a text message from Miguel, he had shared his location to you. You had bought a good quality wine, something he might like. Or so you hoped. Giving a last look and some bit of  perfume, you went out the door and drove off to his place.
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You couldn't help but feel a nervous wreck as you approached the apartment building. Nothing too fancy, but a good looking place in a good neighbor, you entered the elevator, earning some glances your way.
Fourth floor, apartment 5.
You had arrived right on time, so you knocked the door as you straightened any lump in your dress. His steps approached and you gulped, finally he opened the door. His behemoth of frame covering up the entrance.
"Hey" You smiled nervously as he raked you from head to toes with his eyes, subtly.
"Too much?"
He smirked at your hesitation and let you in, closing the door after you. If it wasn't for a a couple of boxes scattered around the place would look even more amazing. It was only a place you could afford if you worked for big companies.
"Got us some wine. Hope you enjoy." He took the bottle of your hands and pulled you in for a deep kiss. Your sweet perfume only added a little spark to his senses.
"Pinche morra toda preciosa*" He mumbled as he slapped your ass gently and motioned you to follow him to the kitchen, bottle in wine on hand. Obeying, you followed and he opened the seat for you.
"Thanks, Miguel."
He wore a white button shirt, rolled up to the sleeves, revealing his strong forearms. Dress pants, black shoes and a belt. The belt only accentuated his upper frame, you gulped at the sight of him, serving two plates of pasta to then sprinkle some cheese on top.
He then returned and offered you a plate. You could only stare at him, awestruck. He sat next to you and opened the bottle of your wine
"What?"
"Nothing, just..." He poured two cups of wine and removed his glasses off his face. How could you have missed them?
"Nice place, great cook, good looking." He chuckled as you sipped the wine, "Can't believe someone like you invited me over."
"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ah never mind me. Im just rambling. Are you still teaching?"
"Not really. Just a consultant now. Teaching is good, but it pays shit. Had to go back to my old job."
"And that is?" You finally ate a forkful of pasta. Humming in approval.
"Genetic Engineering."
"Well, shit. Is there anything else I should know?"
"You surely did dress up for this. Or for me?"
"Both." You nodded softly and he followed.
"Maybe next time I should be more specific with the dress code and make sure you aren't bringing your panties with you."
"Who says I am wearing them?"
His eyes turned darker as he took your hand to kiss it softly.
"You sure you wanna play that game, princesa?"
"Isn't that what you invited me over for?"
"Maybe. Maybe Not. Who knows" he smirked and took a hold of, your chin softly, "Eat up, you'll need it."
"What if I'm actually hungry for something else?"
"As much as I'd love to just rip that dress off, I want you to enjoy first, we've got a whole night ahead."
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For some reason your head was barely getting a grip on it. Miguel O'Hara, retired college professor, now a genetic engineer, was being an absolute gentleman with you even though he had stated his intentions also. You didn't know if to just run away out of cowardy at someone actually giving you a good non sexual time or hope you could outlast him during the night, or at least hope to endure.
You didn't know if he actually was just lonely since he asked about you, what did you do after college, how your robbing happened and the like. But of course, it could only last for so long.
He removed your shoes and kissed your ankles, and inner thighs, but stopped before he could reach to his favorite place to dive in his head
"Come here, sweetie." He pulled you off the couch and embraced snugly your body as his hands roamed your body with need. He groaned upon touching the bare skin of your ass.
"You smell so good" He kissed you once more as he hoisted you by your legs, to wrap them around him, all with his lips still devouring yours. He had you groaning with a roll of his hips as he pressed you against the wall. His mouth leaving you to assault the tender and sensitive flesh of your neck.
His clothed erection rubbed against your moistening folds. Friction making your whole nerves to react, your toes curled, your nipples perked as they rubbed against his chest. He smelled just like you remembered, a sweet and earthy tinge of cologne and a bit musky.
His hands grope your glutes as he kept grinding his hips against yours.
"Miguel" You whimpered his name and he pulled you by the neck to kiss you. Your hips rolled against his, not wasting up a single movement to feel everything. His hands held a handful of your ass while he softly bit your neck and clawed at the plumpness of your ass. It made you squirm and gasp as he rubbed harder.
Shallow breaths, pressure rising as your legs trapped him as closely as you could. His arms held you, preventing your fall, his lips were drowning any weak and shaky moan. He then placed you on the bed, but you immediately straddled him.
"Let me return the favor"
Smirking, your hands unbuckled his belt, he just watched you struggling to tug his pants off, before pulling them down, along the boxers, releasing his girth to you.
Licking your lips, you kneeled before him, and soon, dragged your tongue from the base to the flushed tip. A low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands immediately went to hold your hair, as his other one held the base of his shaft, to slowly and surely feeding his cock to you.
Your tongue swirled before taking the whole tip inside. His body shuddered
"Just like that, mi amor." His hips bucked, pushing an inch deeper into your mouth. You began bobbing your head up and down, feeding yourself after he slapped his tip against your flattened tongue. He then used both hands to hold your hair and head in place as he slowly moved upwards, his hips inside your warm and moist plush lips.
Streaks of pre cum, dribbled down your chin as he kept slowly fucking your mouth. Your jaw muscles relaxed enough to allow him an inch more, but just as you were about to deep throat him, he pulled himself out and pulled you by the hair for a kiss. It was sloppy, but passionate.
He removed the dress, revealing your naked body underneath. Then wiped your chin carefully
"Me encantas. Puta madre, no sabes lo que me haces." He mumbled to your ear huskily
"I don't know what you're saying" you giggled as he slapped your ass once more.
He turned you around and placed you in all fours. Admiring the smoothness and dips of your curves. He removed the remaining of his clothes and draped in the curtains of his room, leaving the place dimly lit.
He placed a hand on your hip and gave a few strokes to your slit with his tongue while cooing how good you tasted for him. Slowly he pushed a finger inside you, giving gentle strokes. Your hands held his sheets tighter. Soon another finger was added and you pushed your hips to make his fingers go deeper.
"Such an eager baby" he tapped your ass and chuckled, "Relax"
He brought his slicked fingers to his lips and soon, pumped himself a couple of times to slowly fill you, as you clenched around him.
"You ok?" You sighed and nodded shakily.
"It's been a while" his hands gently caressed your hips before his pushed in softly. Gasping at the intrusion, he started off slowly as he peppered your neck and cheeks in kisses, his hands massaged and squeezed with care, your breast.
"So so beautiful." he cooed before thrusting his hips a bit harder, seeing your mouth contort in pure lust. He kissed you once more, before holding your hips in place, with a swift roll, he pushed all the way in, in one go, earning him a sweet whimper from you.
The bed creaked as he slapped his hips, slowly ascending to a rougher pace. You wailing his name, as your cunt welcomed him with a wet squelch was everything he needed. There was something about you taking him so well that made him go feral.
Your face and chest were pushed flat against the cushioned surface, ass high for him, he separated a bit further your legs before his hips began slapping your flesh, mercilessly. And god you loved it.
Your body shook with every deep thrust he did, mouth agape, moaning shamelessly. Your hair was pulled, his nails dragged down your spine before his hands slapped your ass.
The pressure began bubbling in the lowest of your pit, he could tell by how your inner walls began clenching and gripping him. He then brought you closer, your back collided against his sturdy chest, giving him a tighter and deeper angle inside you.
His arms held you in place as you scratched and dug your nails on him.
"You're such a good girl, princesa. So so good" he cooed as he cupped your pussy and toyed with your clit in slow motions
The new sensation was only added to the many you were already experiencing. Breathless, so ever tight around him, as his arms secured you in place while being pounded with such abandonment. Smirking, he trusted harder and harder, but stopped just before you were thrown in the bliss searing abyss.
You whined in frustration, as you tried to find relief on your own.
"Uh uh. Don't be bad."
"Please..." You heaved and put his hands on your body
"Please what?"
"Let me fucking cum, Miguel."
"Jesus..." He groaned and kissed your neck before resuming his rutting inside you. The pressure simmered as you were pushed in the brink of breaking once more.
His hot breath against your flushed skin, his hands holding you with such possessiveness as he whispered sweet nothings to your ear, was the perfect combination for you to snap.
Shaking and nearly convulsing at the hot white pleasure that flooded your system.
"Miguel!" you spoke his name in between gritted teeth
"There you go" he cooed and smiled. Despite your insides having a death grip around him, your pleasure was his priority. You felt so good and small, it tugged on the dark strings on his self control.
Your skin was flushed, covered by a thin layer of sweat. He turned you around and pulled you by your legs towards him. A hand was placed in your abdomen as he prodded in two fingers, plunging them deep enough to graze at that already sensitive spot.
Your toes curled in as he moved them dexterously inside your already sopping folds.
Faster, harder, faster and harder. In that order.
"Oh my god" you sobbed as the sheets crumpled under your touch, toes curling in as a new orgasm was ripped out of you with a wet gush on his hand and forearm. He groaned as you squirted.
"That's the sexiest shit I've seen you doing, preciosa."
You could only moan in return as he filled you up once more
"Hold on tight" Your legs were hoisted on his arms as he gathered you, your arms went around his neck, anchoring to his broad shoulders and he lifted you up with ease. His arms locking on your back as you bounced on his cock.
"Fuck!" you gasped at the new depth his tip reached inside, and each thrust only dug him deeper inside you, feeling completely full of him.
"Cómo me encantas" he breathed through soft growls, that were drowned by the obscene, continuous and wet slapping of flesh. Unable to mumble any coherent word. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, eyes heavy with overstimulation as the merciless slapping continued and your body bounced.
You clung to his body as if your life depended on it. Your nails scratched the top of his  back, creating red welts on his skin that only urged him to a whole new level of roughness you hadn't expected. His groans drowned your pathetic cries as your body shook with each thrust.
"Too much" you croaked in between deep pants as the pressure scrapped you raw. Eyes far too lost for him to reach, his control over you unwavering. Pleasure slowly chipped away his body, you closed your eyes as a breathless mewl announced your brewing of a next peak.
He inhaled sharply as his hips stopped for a moment, to then resume as you were propped against the wall. His muscles flexed as he fucked you in the way he knew you loved it, too pussy drunk to stop.
Your peak was shattering, almost splitting your mind in two, as you gushed all over his cock and lower abdomen, supple thighs squeezing his waist. He hissed at your clawing, as he spurted inside. Painting your walls white and hot.
"Mine" he growled. There was an acute whimper on his behalf as he tried to keep standing as his load was out inside you. He rushed to the bed and laid you on it.
His chest swelled in pride as it heaved.
"Such a good girl." He laid next to you, your head cradled closer, just like your body, he made one of your thighs to hook on his waist as he slowly entered you one more time.
You stirred and his arm snaked around your torso. He shushed you as he delivered slow strokes with his cock inside you. Your hands rested on his chest and your head on his arm, using it as a pillow.
"Toda para mí" He pushed his hips in languid, slow strokes, pulling soft mewls out your limp body. Your plush folds welcomed him with a soft suckling motion as he pushed all his seeping cum back in.
"I-I can't" you breathed as his hand pressed you closer
"Of course you can, corazón. One more."
"Miguel" you whimpered in despair. Not that you could move anyways, his lips kissed your temple as he rode you to bliss one more time.
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You woke up in Miguel's bed, tangled up in sheets, sore and thirsty. Your phone buzzed with some texts from work. You stood and covered up in one of the sheets. The smell of food lingered in the air as your stomach grumbled in protest
"Miguel?"
"C'mon." he motioned you from the kitchen, you followed and sat on the table. He wore nothing but some sweatpants and his slippers
"Buenos días, guapa."
"Morning?" you smiled softly at your best guess of what he just said
"Sorry for... you know, uh, staying."
"It's fine. I was counting on it, anyways."
He served you a bit of a hearty looking meal. Chilaquiles with two fried eggs on top .
"Thank you."
He sat next to you and ate. You followed. Eating was quiet, but comfortable enough.
"I'll do the dishes" you stood and picked up after the both. He smiled softly, almost contemplating you from behind
"You should bring extra clothes next time."
Next time
"Might do, yeah." your cheeks flared up and you finished cleaning and went to his room, your clothes had been gathered on a chair, neatly.
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure."
You quickly showered and changed, Miguel just watched you from afar.
"I shall go then."
"What? No kiss goodbye? So cold." He feigned hurt and you couldn't help but laugh. Then you kissed his cheek.
"Nah. Despídete bien." He pulled you closer for a deep kiss and smirked once you were at the door.
"Thank you, for everything. It was wonderful."
"Of course it was." he slapped your butt as you went out the door.
"Mejor vete antes de que me arrepienta."
"What?"
"Bye bye, preciosa."
You pursed your lips and shook your head softly, he just chuckled and you left. Your kiss still lingering in the air.
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*Pinche morra toda preciosa - Such a fucking gorgeous girl.
*Me encantas. Puta madre, no sabes lo que me haces -I love it. Holy shit, you don't know what you do to me.
*Cómo me encantas - God, I love you. (Mind you, this love is not the same as love love.)
*Toda para mí - All for me.
*Buenos días, guapa - Good morning, gorgeous
*Despídete bien - Say goodbye properly
*"Mejor vete antes de que me arrepienta - You better go before I regret it.
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College be kicking my ass but we continue on like Scaramouche (alive and kicking, but still crabby about it all lmfao)
Random idea but what happens when the acolytes got hold of Creator that is able to squeeze into small places (like a cat would but less liquid) and knows how to escape? Think of sagau but instead of all the deaths, its just they got overexited and chased the Creator the moment they see them which scared them shitless seeing a mob just appear out of nowhere.
I mean who wouldn't after seeing your favourite person in your favourite game just appear right in front of you? (I apologize in advance to the poor unfortunate sucker)
Imagine a world-wide search that keeps getting them heart attacks. Venti just flying by with Dvalin ony to see you on top of the floating pillar above Dragonspine LEANING PRECARIOUSLY OH MY ARCHONS GET AWAY FROM THE EDGE---
Zhongli walking around trying to find peace and quiet only to sense your presence which led him towards Azhdaha's domain and nearly shouted in terror seeing you hanging by one of the limestones above the slumbering dragon your grace what and how the in the fucking name of teyvat did you---
Yae Miko screaming in surprise seeing you inside one of the cupboards of your grace's house (you made a small temporary one in each country in case u need more rest) that she and Ei found in one of the remote islands.
Nahida and the entire Forest Rangers having one of the most intense, frustrating and most challenging game of hide and seek in the entire freaking forest.
You hiding underneath the sand like a fricking snake everytime Cyno spots you from a disrance.
-Vine Boom 🧨
I am no longer apologizing for lateness simply bc atp its basically assumed Im terribly sorry 💀 /so gen
  
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Sun: Reader, (you/they/them)
Orbit: Headcanons-ish, Imposter SAGAU? Imposter SAGAU Reversed Ver? unclear (NOT DARK)
Stars: little here, little there
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: reader/you thinks everyone is hunting them down, dark sagau fake-baiting lmao, & Trigger Warnings: none known.
Please comment if I missed any. /gen
No but the traumatic experience of you cautiously wandering into Mondstadt after realizing ur in Genshin like, ✨👄✨
and every single street/alleyway you try to go down to even avoid it is just people all looking at you like: 👁️👄👁️ ???
and ur over here equally just like: 😃 tf u lookin at????
u get up near the cathedral and finally see a playable character, Barbara, and she just fully GASPS and POINTS at you like she’s getting paid to be an actor for this
shouting sm nonsense like: “My Creator??? King of All???? IS THAT YOU?????”
and after which a few nuns check the commotion, Rosaria and Barbara’s Visions are glowing, and all join in heckling you
Venti coming (literally) flying around a corner on a breeze, saying he was trying to catch up to you, and ohhh now ur Convinced:
None of these bitches must be happy to see you, you did forcefully control their bodies if by the sounds of it they knew you/they must’ve been aware during the game, aw damn looks like u gotta run for your life now
You just book it out of Mond, Venti/Barbara yelling after you to come back, and meanwhile you’re leaving a shell-shocked Jean/Diluc/Kaeya (with Visions glowing) in ur wake on the way out
Not one being, mortal or otherwise, convinces you to stay in Mond, and you finally get to Dragonspine- the only place u know they wont follow
(well maybe the pyro characters but ur betting if u can make it up the mountain theyre not committed to,, running you down? arresting you?? ur not sure)
u make it all the way up and luckily everythings all solved like u did in the game, the traveler must be well into teyvat by now, and u decide to say “for the already achieved achievement” and fuck around and find out near the nail
U thought as u finally got on it u heard a scream somewhere in the sky, and u spotted Dvalin carrying Venti/Barbatos, and once again book it out of town (damn u cant believe theyre so committed they got the dragon in on it…)
so u haul ass all the way down the mountain, traveling only at night, living like a vampire, holing up during the day when u see Mond citizens/knights/gods/etc. walking around presumably looking for you
but u make it, finally! sweet, sweet Liyue, ur 2nd home (besides Mondstadt)
Only to immediately, like right outside the fucking gates to Liyue Harbor, run into Zhongli.
and he’s standing there like this mf knew u were coming, and the first thing out his mouth is some BS like, “…Darnell, that you??”/ref LMAOO
but instead of laughing abt it u just scream and run for your life haha
oh jesus h christ- he’s sending the adepti after you fuck- how hated are you??
sure u maybe hate Celestia a little, and sympathize with the traveler, but this seems a little extreme?!
you go to the one place u know he/any other adeptus doesnt like to come often, Azdaha’s cave
and after a night (well, day bc ur sleeping during the day now) of Azdaha sleeping peacefully, he wakes up fully coherent and u actaully have a rlly pleasant conversation with him about Liyue food lol
he also kept mentioning some kind of god? but like in reference to you?? are u connected to them, u kinda know a lot of gods atp so ur not sure which he means, a god to rule them all??? Celestia?? yeah u guess u know those fucks-
Cue u looking down from ur perch in the stalagmites above, u found a ledge and Azdaha helped you,
only to see a very concerned and borderline nervous Zhongli down below, Azhdaha just greets him like nothing’s wrong, but as soon as he sees you’re uncomfortable, helps you escape (more like teleport) away
(the old geo archon was probably nervous just be around Azhdaha u assume)
and now ur on the islands of Inazuma
u know exactly what islands are all but abandoned, the ghost one, the electrocuting one, and the scary bird one, all great options 👍
Raiden and Yae Miko manage to find you on every single one, with Yae getting more and more exasperated, and Ei getting more and more concerened with every position they find you in
hanging out on the banks of the electro river that would kill you if it weren’t for the little electro trees fending it off (thank fuck u maxed that shit out while in game)
bc u assumed they’d hate to be around it, plus lots of ronin- nope Ei is almost… scolding you?? oh but she’s got her Musou no Hitotachi out fuCK-
(she was slaying ronins that were getting too close to you)
she also is constantly jumpscaring you on tsurumi island/ghost island bc while the ghosts are gone, the creepy atmosphere isn't, and it makes her all the more terrifying as The Raiden Shogun comes walking out of the fog into the cave you've hidden in, stuff of ur nightmares for weeks as u just bird box style try to be silent and stealth around the island to get to an abandoned boat,
literally her scary ass purple sword glowing silhouette wandering around in the fog as you paddle away 💀
getting to thunder bird island and Yae Miko is literally both running/teleporting as quickly as she can to you, as you jump from floating rock to floating rock to escape her, god its so unnerving to watch someone so lazy running after you
she keeps getting in this weird “praising the heavens pose” sometimes when you jump, oh shit she’s aiming hER ATTACKS AT YOU THATS WHY-
oh good- she missed and deflected some stray debris coming ur way, u gotta get to the bird area and see if you can glide away (u managed to get a glider at some point thank fuck)
the bird is luckily on ur side against all these mfs trying to hunt u down (for controlling their bodies u guess) and flies u back to mainland teyvat
sumeru u thought would have the most mercy on u tbh, maybe fontaine bc Neuvillette only rlly cares if u break “fontaine” laws, maybe he wouldn't care to chase down a mortal like u over this
and nahida bc shes just nice
which is somewhat true, as you are acting like tarzan swinging around on vines and shit to escape the forest rangers
but she does show up in ur dreams, but shes just all foggy or distorted, u guess bc ur not of this world or smth??
and so it just unnerves u more, and u try to make it out to the desert, where at least there's no gods to worry about
mf ur hunkered down in a pyramid and see the shadowy shape of Cyno walking thru a sandstorm at you 💀
U dont kno how u got out of that one tbh, smth abt “king deshret made a plan for this” and left it behind for ppl to use to escape underground, sweet
And while Nahida and other eremites, scholars like Alhaitham/Kaveh/Dehya were looking around the desert sands, u slip by them
And u make it to the oasis at the edge of the desert, and steal an old rowboat to cross to fontaine (if i had a nickel everytime u needed to escape a god via old rowboat, youd have 2 nickels- )
and getting to Fontaine is not much better.
U literally get to the clockwork tower, foggy, ominous, uninhabited except for treasure-seekers occasionally, its perfect
until Neuvillette himself just strolls in abt 3 nights of u making camp there
u nearly shit urself as he just fake-knocked on a wall, meanwhile ur like hanging from the ceiling (four limbs out suspending you type of fictional shit)
luckily, mostly bc u were trying to wait him out (which wasn't possible ur limbs hurt so bad) he was, finally, the first person around u long enough to be genuinely kind and patient and answer questions
(Neuvillette acc couldn't figure out where u were at first, and was very confused how u got ur voice to boom around this chamber of the tower, after a minute of talking u trusted him enough to tell him to look up lol)
just in time too, he was able to hide u from the archons a little longer bc u were nervous
(u were already intimidated enough by Neuvillette being irl himself, talking to you, let alone all the other gods/vision users, as u realized afterwards thinking abt all the ppl trying to “hunt u down”, that if they all counted as ppl actually wanting to see you, that was a rlly overwhelming amount, esp if their first instinct is to run at you??? what are you, a fan-abused/disrespected kpop idol????)
trying to be fancy and schedule posts once i get enough free time to actually wrangle my adhd to actually partake in my favorite hobbies 💀
well as long as I'm not getting slammed with lots of shifts again
hope u guys had a great weekend and have a good week! Happy late Valentine’s Day :)
Safe Travels Vine Boom,
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Spider-Man Kiss
One particularly bad crash lands her in hospital, out for the count. Max, Lando and Charles visit her every single day. While she's out the reader lives several different lives. The one thing they all have in common? Her boys
Max Verstappen x Reader, Lando Norris x reader, Charles Leclerc x reader
Any suggestions for the fandoms used in the next part would be much appreciated!! I'm thinking maybe pjo, maybe harry potter, maybe star wars but im not sure
The Second Part The Third Part
Huge thanks to @cheriladycl01 for their help with this one
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The Ferrari hadn’t felt right all afternoon. But her engineers insisted that there was nothing wrong with the car, that she should keep driving. So, she did just that. Qualifying had been good, not the best, but good, and she’d started in fourth.
But then she was overtaken by a Mercedes. She wasn’t sure what Mercedes; she just knew it was a Mercedes. The car fell apart after that. It wasn’t long before she lost control of the car. Her back tyre clipped the corner and sent her flying into the barriers.
The session was red flagged when she didn’t climb out of her car or respond on the radio. “What happened?” Asked Max Verstappen as he led the rest of grid into the pit lane. His engineer didn’t tell him right away. He let Max stop his car before he told him.
Charles and Lando had been behind her. Charles himself had almost been involved in the accident, having followed close behind. “Fuck, Y/N!” He shouted as it happened. With no other choice but to keep driving, Charles looked in his mirrors, trying to watch for her leaving the car. At the red flag he was panicking. This couldn’t have been good news.
“Holy shit,” Lando found himself saying as he drove past the Ferrari in the barriers. “Is she okay?” But nobody had an answer for him.
She was pulled out of the car and placed onto a stretcher. She was out cold as they placed her in the ambulance and drove away. As soon as her car was removed from the barrier the race resumed. But neither of the three drivers could concentrate. All she had been told was that she was alive, but they couldn’t stop worrying about her.
For maybe the first time in all of their careers, they couldn’t wait for the race to end. It was a foreign sensation, and none of them liked it. The podium wasn’t for celebrating, and none of them were filled with enthusiasm as they covered one another in champagne.
As soon as they could they raced to the hospital to be by her side. It wasn’t an easy sight, seeing her lying on the hospital bed, connected to a drip. “Oh my God,” whispered Lando as he slipped in the seat beside her and took her hand. Max sat on a small space on her bed and Charles leaned against the wall beside the bed.
Videos of the crash had been all over social media. The boys couldn’t go into Instagram without seeing it. Sure, the captions and comments were all wishing her well, but it was still hard to see. “I wonder what she’s dreaming about,” Charles said quietly, almost sadly as he petted her hair.
“I hope it’s something nice,” Max said, kissing the side of her head.
***
The party was in full swing. The drinks were flowing, and Y/N had already had plenty. Charles stood behind the bar, serving with a sultry smile, and Lewis entertained his guests. She sat beside Daniel, leaning against him as she sipped her drink. He was speaking to Max, a man who still refused to acknowledge everyone.
Lewis and Max didn’t get along. It was understandable, Max had been an unstoppable killing machine, and he’d killed Lewis’s parents. But they’d saved the world together, and he was giving him a chance.
The Iron Man, in his strapping suit, walked past and offered Y/N his hand. “Dance with me,” Lewis said and she happily obliged, handing Daniel her drink to look after.
Daniel may have been Australian, but he was still Captain America. He certainly loved this country enough to be their Captain America. He protected Y/N’s drink as he continued talking to Max. Misunderstood Max, who had been his best friend all those years ago. Max, who had been ripped away from him in the war. Max, who wasn’t the same man he used to be now that he was returned to him.
“Where’s Lando?” She asked as she danced with him.
Lewis shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, you know kids. He’s probably swinging about somewhere.”
She gave him a look, one that said she was unimpressed. “You didn’t invite him, did you?” She asked, and Lewis looked at the floor, still slightly smiling. “Lewis! He really looks up to you,” she said and stepped away from him.
“Hey!” Lewis called after her. “Where are you going?”
“To get him!” She called back as she grabbed her coat. Lewis, Max and Daniel watched as she walked out of the tower they called home.
Lando wasn’t an easy guy to find. He didn’t answer his phone when he was in his suit, swinging from building to building. The easiest way to find him was to look up (and follow the news articles).
Currently, Lando was sat on top of the building opposite Lewis’s, watching as the party went on without him. He’d just so happened to land on the building opposite during his nightly patrol, and it was just a little heart breaking. He didn’t see as Y/N left the party to go find him, just continued to watch as Pierre sat on the bar as Charles poured drinks.
Using news sites, Y/N found herself on the next roof over. Lando didn’t spot her. But she certainly spotted him. As quickly as she could, she left the roof and ran over to the next building.
Lando knew she was there before she opened the door. Well, he knew that somebody was there. He stood up in an almost protective stance, waiting for her to push open the door to the roof.
"Lan?" She called softly as she walked towards him. "What're you doing up here?"
He pulled his mask off as he strode towards her. "Having fun at the party?" He asked somewhat bitterly.
She gave him a look. "C'mon," she said, reaching for him. "Lewis meant to invite you but he never got around to it. I came to get you."
But Lando didn't believe her. Of course he didn't. She stepped up to him and ran her fingers through his hair. They'd always been close, and, as much as he wanted to kiss her, he couldn't. Not yet.
Lando bit the inside of his cheek. He wrapped his arms around her and looked down at her, waiting for her next move. "I left the party to come get you," she said as she gently swayed from side to side. "How about you swing us across and we can crash the party," she said.
He pulled his mask back over his face and wrapped on arms around her. "Hold on tight," he said and she squeezed her arms around him.
Lando swung them across. He shot a web at Lewis's tower and swung them both across, landing them on the helicopter pad. Even once they had landed Lando still had his arms around her. She giggled and pulled his mask off as she grabbed a hold of him and pulled him through the tower.
The party was dwindling down. Daniel and Max were still there, as was Charles and Pierre. Esteban was pulling on his coat, heading out, and Lewis was surveying everything from the landing above.
"Sorry we're late," said Y/N as she pulled Lando over to the bar. Charles got the both of them a drink and Y/N pulled him over to Max and Daniel.
Daniel liked Lando. He was a good kid and Daniel knew he had a lot to give. It took some time for Max to warm up for Lando, but he felt somewhat protective over him, like Lando was some lost puppy.
"We were wondering when you were gonna turn up," Daniel said as he leaned back in his chair.
Lando pulled at his suit somewhat uncomfortably. "Anybody got anything I can change into?" He asked as he sipped at his drink.
Nodding his head, Max stood up and led Lando out of the room to get changed into something a lot more comfortable.
"I'm not surprised you went to get him," said Daniel as Y/N sat herself opposite. She rolled her eyes and leaned back, looking towards the doorway. "You've liked him since our Formula One days."
"What?" She asked quickly. "What did you say?"
Daniel cleared his throat. "I said you've liked him since he first joined the team."
That was definitely not what he said, but she didn't call into into question. "Have not," she mumbled, quickly finishing her drink.
Daniel rolled his eyes. On the next mission, he was putting them together. They could work it out then."
***
"Here," Lando said as he bought Max something to eat. Just days before Max and Charles had gone into Y/N's apartment and pulled books from her shelf. They took it in turns to read to her as she laid in her hospital bed.
A few of the grid had come by to see her, to wish her well. But, to them, it wasn't looking good. Daniel tried to talk to her, tried to jog her awake that way, but it wasn't working. Nothing seemed to be working.
Eventually their teams came to pull them away. They still had a job to do, and she would want them to do it. But it was damn near impossible to leave her. It broke their goddamn hearts.
"Keep dreaming, chérie," said Charles as he kissed the top of her head. Max squeezed her hand, but he got no squeeze in return. Lando couldn't bear to leave her.
***
The first half of the mission was a success. They stopped H.Y.D.R.A from making more super soldiers or something (nobody was really concentrating on the first half of the mission. It was piece of cake anyway) and were ready to head home.
Except one of their cohort was missing. Spider-Man was nowhere to be seen. "Lan?" Y/N said into her comm. "Where are you? Are you okay?"
There was a moment of a struggle, not like Lando was in trouble, but like he was pushing on something. "Yeah," he said. "I'm... somewhere. I've been locked in a room."
Daniel let out a sigh. "Let's go find him," he said and led the way. Daniel led Y/N back through the H.Y.D.R.A base, almost like he knew exactly where to go.
In a room deep inside of the base, Y/N ran over to the closet. There was chains holding the doors shut with a padlock keeping them secure. The doors shook; clearly Lando was in there.
"Danny? Use those strong arms of your and pull these open," she said as she stood beside the closet door.
Daniel did just that. He pulled open the closet door, but he didn't let Lando out. Instead he pushed Y/N inside and shut the door again, holding them shut. "Daniel, what the hell?!" She shouted as she pounded against the door. "Let us out, you dick!"
"Not until you kiss or something!" He shouted back.
She could barely see in the dark closet as Lando pulled off his mask, his hair messy. "What is he going on about?" He asked as he leaned against the wall.
Y/N let out a sigh. It was now or never. "Our gracious Captain America thinks I have a crush on you," she said as she continued to push on the door. But Daniel was annoyingly strong and the door wouldn't budge.
Lando looked at her. "Do you?" He asked somewhat hesitantly.
She tried the best to look at him in the darkness. "Would it matter if I do?"
He thought about it for a moment. Yeah, it really would matter. Instead of answering, Lando climbed his way up the wall. He went to the middle of the ceiling and let himself hang down. "Have you ever heard of a Spider-Man kiss?"
Her hands held his cheek. She leaned forward and kissed him. Their eyes were shut as Y/N tried to pull him closer. But it was impossible, he was as close as he could possibly be.
It was so intoxicating. She was so intoxicating that Lando nearly slipped off the wall. He still had a hold of it as Daniel opened the door to let them out. He probably wouldn't have believed them unless he saw it with his own eyes, saw the way Lando kissed her.
Her eyes opened when she saw the light flooding into the closet. "Wow," she whispered, but it was only for Lando's ears. But she still pulled away and lunged at Daniel, knocking him to the floor. Her punches weren't hurting him. As she punched him she said a quiet, "thank you."
Daniel couldn't stop himself from grinning.
***
Lando brushed his fingers through her hair. As soon as the race was over he headed back to the hospital to once again be at her side. "I miss you," he whispered, his hands stilling. "We all do. But I think me and Max and Charles miss you the most."
He didn't expect a response. And he didn't get one.
"You missed Monza. I know how much you love Monza." She excelled at Monza. Everybody expected this to be her first Ferrari win. The TIFOSI loved her and couldn't wait to see her win in Italy.
But she didn't get to this year. Lando would have loved to watch her win, to stand on the podium with her.
"Fuck." Tears sprung to his ears. "I miss you so fucking much."
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Dating Yoongi
We've finally got the dating Yoongi headcanons!! I'm sorry it took so long but boy is it lengthy so strap in. this is not proofread and im fucking exhausted so edits to be done eventually. if you enjoy reblog, like and leave a comment. cw: does contain smut and one kys moment
Your meet cute with Yoongi ended up being more of a meet awkward than anything. It was 3am at one of the many random convenience stores in Gangnam and you were exhausted, exhausted and hungry. You were doing a year in Seoul for your major and the timezones were really fucking you up. Puffy sleepy eyes,glasses on and a sleep mask resting on your forehead made quite the picture.
It was also quite the picture when you ran into a rack of honey butter chips and wiped out on the floor.
Full wipeout.
Legs up,gravity turned on its head wiped out.
Thankfully the only thing wounded was your pride, but you kinda wished you knocked yourself out so you couldn’t see the handsome man towering over laughing so hard his eyes practically disappeared and a gummy smile on his face. He had a cup of ice and one of those americano packets balanced in one hand and a helmet dangling in his other.
“...chana?”
“Huh?”you said in a daze. 
“Gwaenchana?”he purred in a low rumble. He looked at your lost expression and sucked in a breath.
“Are you okay?”It was a little clunky and half mumbled but you didn’t want to put this man through any more mental torment so you nodded quickly.
“Ne, na gwaenchana!”you replied and quickly scrambled to your feet, almost falling once again because your ankle decided now was the time to roll. He quickly reached out and steadied you, looking at you with so much bewilderment the whole situation felt comical. He looked at the hand that still rested on your arm and quickly pulled it away, you swear you saw his pale cheeks turn pink.
“Um…”he rumbled, looking at you with weary eyes. “stay”
You nodded with wide eyes as you watched this random man run around the convenience store and come back with a juice box and a random red pouch. He looked at you and held up each one.
“Bae juice”
He held up the red pouch. “Hong sam jelly for sukchwi…one moment”
He pulled out his phone and typed quickly. He held the phone to his ear and hummed.
“For hangover”he said, pointing to the two items again. Your eyes widened and you shook your head rapidly. You weren’t drunk. He definitely misinterpreted the situation and just smiled, giving you a smile and waving goodbye before disappearing into the night.
And what do you do when a pretty man buys you pear juice and ginseng jelly in a foreign country?
You fucking c o n s u m e it.
And the next morning when you woke up late to your 8:00am lecture, you just blamed the crazy night because wow what the fuck happened.
You spent the rest of your classes thinking about that handsome stranger. Maybe you did hit your head because WHY didn’t you ask for his name or his katalk? You could have done the whole ‘oh handsome young man, I need to pay you back��� kinda schtick but your brain decided to cosplay the very first windows computer and blue screen the minute you looked at him. stupid.
“Stupid” you groaned, trudging back to your dorm. You had been blessed—got accommodations—for a single room so it was just you and your twin sized 
Oh yeah, and your pining. 
Couldn’t forget about your pining.
You needed a drink. A good drink,some good food and some cartoons to get your mind off this random man. Within minutes you had a bottle of soju and a hefty platter of tteokbokki on the way. Maybe you’d go out for bingsu sometime this week with the girls from your lecture. They were sweet and treated you just like anyone else despite the racial and cultural differences, doting on you as their new maknae and always making sure you ate between classes. It was nice to be looked out for so thoroughly, especially when you were so far away from home. You pulled your phone out to text them when you got a notification that your delivery driver was already on the way.
Huh. they were already earning themself a tip. You stood eagerly by the door waiting and even though you were watching the app like a hawk, you jumped when the doorbell rang and scrambled to open it.
“Gamsahab-”you looked up and saw a familiar set of eyes. “...-nida”
“Soju?”he raises his brow in a way that says ‘again?’. You felt your face grow hot and shook your head rapidly. He just smirked and handed over your takeout bags.
Once again you fucked up,blanked and forgot to ask for his name.
 Damn pretty boy with his pretty eyes and his stupid smile.
It was months before you had seen him again. 
Time heals all wounds and you began to move on. You hung out more with your friends, went to karaoke,saw the sights of Seoul and slowly but surely felt yourself moving on.
It was on a rainy day in May where you found yourself at your usual convenience store. The weather went from sunny skies to torrential downpour within minutes and you had just gotten your hair done. You were looking for an umbrella but found yourself in the snack aisle. 
Blame it on the wind.
What you didn’t expect to find in the snack aisle were seven men bickering. 
You kinda just stood like 🧍🏾‍♀️ until one of them finally turned and god he was stunning 
“Yah, Yoongi-yah!! Move and let this lady through!”
The ‘Yoongi’ in question quickly scooted out of the way, mumbling about how they were all in the way. 
That mumble…
“Yoongi..”you whispered before you could even stop yourself. His gaze snapped up and for once you caught him off guard. His eyes flitted over you rapidly and his mouth opened and shut like a nutcracker.
“Soju girl,”he whispered. Then the moment was lost.
"na iroumi aniya(that’s not my name)” you huffed in annoyance. You know there was an honorific you were supposed to use somewhere in that sentence but your point still stood.
“You speak Korean”another boy said and god he was tall.
“Yes I speak Korean”you said, tilting your head up at him.
“Hyung, you said soju girl couldn’t speak Korean!”a voice laughs. You squint your eyes at this Yoongi who seemingly wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He stared at you like he had seen a ghost actually which wasn’t making things much better. The tall boy sighed and took a step forward, bowing even. 
“I apologize for my hyung,”he said solemnly. “He’s usually not this dumb. I’m Kim Namjoon and these are my bandmates. What’s your name?”
You smiled and returned the bow, happy to finally have some familiarity, both language and warmth.
“I’m y/n”you said. “I think me and your hyung have some catching up to do”
Yes, to say it was a meet awkward was the nicest way to put it.
It was a fucking train wreck of events if you were being completely honest.
You had exchanged info with Namjoon seeing as he spoke the most English and was the only one who didn’t 👁️👄👁️ at you which was nice and had quickly become good friends with one another.
Seeing that their leader liked you, the rest of the boys quickly followed suit and you suddenly had a much bigger friend group than you could even imagine.
Yoongi had become a lot more reserved in a way that was off putting to say the least. You’d only ever spoken to him twice before but there was something off.
you’d asked Namjoon about it during one of your study/music/kill each other from frustration sections and he just shrugged mumbling something about ‘hyung being busy’ 
you rolled your eyes and grabbed your stuff to find out yourself. That’s what you get for asking a dumbass.
Yoongi had been exactly where you’d expect him to be, crammed into one of the practice rooms with his headphones and laptop.
“Yoongi,” you said, tapping on his shoulder. He spun around in a startle and looked at you with a relieved sigh.
“Oh god”he breathed out, “I thought you were one of the maknae begging for food”
You couldn’t help but to smile, all the prior annoyance melting out of your pores and back to the depths of hell where they belonged. Talking to Yoongi was easy, that is when he was still talking to you.
“How do you know I'm not begging for food?”you smirked, taking a seat on the lumpy couch.
“Well, are you?”he asked, raising a brow. You shook your head and leaned back into the couch.
“You’re off the hook”you said, “but I do have a question” “Which is?” “Why have you been avoiding me lately?”
The room grew silent enough you could hear a pin drop. Cornered was the only way you could describe Yoongi. His shoulders scrunched up and he seemed to fold in on himself.
“No reason,”he said plainly.
Your eyes narrowed.
“So you have been avoiding me?”
His eyes widened.
“That’s not what I meant-”
“Then what did you mean?”you asked. Your patience was wearing thin and your heart was racing something ugly.
“I was trying to give you space”
“Space for what? I didn’t ask for space!”you snapped.
“Space for you and Namjoon!”he snapped back, folding his arms over his chest.
“Me and Namjoon?”you gagged. “The last thing me and Namjoon need is space, please collect your dongsaeng cause he won’t leave me alone!”
“Well he’s your boyfriend!”Yoongi threw back.
Huh.
“Huh?!”You shrieked. 
“It doesn’t take a genius to find out,”Yoongi continued, rolling his eyes. “So you can drop the naive act”
“Naive act—Yoongi, you think I'm dating Namjoon?”you asked. You felt like you were going to be sick. Namjoon wasn’t bad by any means, he was just so older brother coded it was disgusting.
“I don't think, I know,”he said. “You guys spend all your time together,you go on dates,you take naps together; it’s obvious”
“Well since you’re such a genius”You said, “How come you couldn’t tell that i’m in love with you?”
Huh.
“Huh?”he said, spinning around in his chair to fully face you. You ran a hand over your face and honest to god laughed.
“Idiots”you said in disbelief. “You’re all idiots”
“Hey-”
“I've been pining over you for months and this whole time you think i’ve been dating Namjoon”you said, shaking your head.
“You’ve been what?”Yoongi said. 
“Crushing on you”you emphasized, “You idiot”
“i..I don’t know what to say,”he said. You sighed and fully leaned back against the chair, feeling all the blood rush to your head from your bold confession. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.
“You can let me down gently for starters”you chuckled humorlessly.
“Let you down—what are you talking about?”he asked.
“Just reject me already!”You exclaimed, waving your hands frantically. You felt like a madwoman.
“Why would I reject you?”his eyebrows furrowed.
You were going to be sick.
“I’m going to be sick”you laughed, running your hands over your face and god were you crying?
“Why are you crying?”he rumbled softly, leaning in and wiping the tears off your cheeks. You just laughed harder, but that ended up turning into a sob because you were so tired. You weren’t expecting a fairytale but this wasn’t the turn you thought today would take. You felt yourself being pulled closer and you knew you should pull away, you knew better. It was all too much and he would just hurt you, but his hoodie smelled like coffee. His hoodie smelled like coffee and his hands were warm as they wrapped around you. You always wondered if he ran hot or cold, but he was neither; Yoongi was pleasantly warm. His hand had somehow wriggled between the two of you and rested on your cheek, rubbing the streaks where your tears trailed. His breath rose and fell in a steady rhythm and for a moment you felt weighless.
“What a mess, huh?”he mumbled, tracing his thumb over your temple. “I went and made all these assumptions…because I was afraid to say I love you”
“You love me?”you whispered. 
“Mm”he rumbled in affirmation. “You didn’t know?”
“No”you said, keeping your voice low, scared if you spoke too loud, the moment would disappear.
“I thought I was being obvious,”he said.
“I thought I was being obvious,”you said. You pulled your head back to look at Yoongi and that gummy smile was on full display.
“We’re both idiots”
Actually dating Yoongi went much smoother than the confession process.
In the early days, the two of you spent a lot of time in the genius studio doing parallel play, you’d work on your assignments and he would work on music. 
Obviously with many interruptions from the maknae line + hoseok, occasionally being prodded by Seokjin and Namjoon to eat,drink and get fresh air
Y’all needed to touch grass and they were sick of it
Being so close to the band in their early days formed an immeasurable bond between you all
But it also lead to a lot of sacrifices on your part that you weren’t prepared to make. 
There was the obvious like no posting about the boys on social media,nda’s up the wazoo,etc. This was all expected and you were willing to do so.
What you weren’t prepared for was how cruel the kmedia could truly be. You weren’t from here, you were a foreigner and that already put a target on your back. The fact that you weren’t thin or pale didn’t help one bit either. 
Thankfully, the boys and Yoongi reassured you in private. Namjoon did damage control and argued with the company to do more on your behalf, while Jimin and the maknae stood by your side like bodyguards wherever you went in silent solidarity. You were never alone. Jin dropped you off at university in the morning, along with Jungkook. Scolding the two of you to have a good day and to eat something that wasn’t chips. Naturally, Jungkook would bring you back once your classes were done and continued to gripe that even though he was older than you, he was still stuck in highschool.
You still hold this over his head to this date.
So thankfully, you had support. Support that if you didn’t have you weren’t sure where you would be honestly. It really felt like you all had become a little family, and being so far from home that was something you desperately needed.
Once the group got larger and was in a more stable position you better believe they all stopped holding their tongues, especially Yoongi. He could be a little hard to read at times but you were not expecting him to be getting himself into full on twitter wars on a burner account over you 💀
“Yoongi stop telling people to kill themselves”
“No”
Being in love with Yoongi felt easy, it was natural. He continued to take care of you in little ways whether it was packing your lunch,giving you transit fare or rubbing your temples when you were tired and falling asleep on him.
Our mans is definitely about that acts of service life. He loves quietly.
Pda made him want to die just a little inside but he wasn’t opposed to holding your hand. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide anyways, you guys were already public. 
He wasn’t the jealous type and although he’d never admit it, he loved how much you and the boys love each other. He’s got a bunch of pictures on his phone of you just in the dorms being domestic. You spent more time there than you did in your own dorm room.
 So although he doesn’t say it often, he shows it with every part of his being. The way his eyes sparkle when he sees you in the morning, his proud smile in your graduation photos. It also made his heart flutter that you got his dry humor and you dished it right back to him, smack in the middle of the maknae line teasing him and Jin about being old.
And when you learned Daegu Satoori from Taehyung to surprise him? Namjoon had to hold him back from proposing on the spot. And to think he ever thought you and Namjoon were dating.
Yoongi bits ✨tid bits about you and yoongi ✨
Yes Yoongi genuinely thought you were drunk and he wasn’t flirting(he got that nuerodivergent rizz)
When Yoongi told you the mint hair wasn’t real and washed it out you cried 🧍🏾‍♀️
You guys have two apartments together, one near Hybe and one in Daegu. You both prefer the apartment in Daegu because that means Holly gets to stay with you guys.
Everytime a new design for shooky it mysteriously appears in the apartment.
You guys have two cats per your request(a white one named sugar and a black one named gloss) the things Yoongi does for love
You guys have been happily engaged for the past year and he proposed in the most unromantic way possible 
NSFW
Baby, Yoongi is a switch with a capital S
Now I have never met a non kinky neurodivergent person and Yoongi is no exception. He enjoys a good power dynamic and has definitely explored kink in the past with previous partners so he’s experienced.
 But Yoongi does occasionally just like to fuck, no rules no dynamics. Just vanilla sex
He’s a lot softer than his image and he honestly likes the separation between the two for his own sanity. The fans think he’s this no nonsense hardass, but he’d much rather praise and reward you than dole out punishments.
He’s a softie at heart and finds a bit of bratty behavior to be cute so you can definitely get away with a lot. Not to say he’s a complete pushover but he definitely will let a good amount of back talk slide before he puts you in your place. It's almost infuriating how calm he is if you’re the type that brats in hopes of a punishment. He’ll just look at you and laugh about how cute you’re being before returning back to whatever he was doing.
It’s pretty hard to tick him off but also not impossible, the easiest way to get him to snap is to mess with him in the studio; especially if he has a deadline coming up. That's how you end up on your knees crammed under his desk not even allowed to suck his dick but just sit there and keep it warm while he works. The condescending mumbles and coos he lets out while stroking your head is enough to send you careening straight into subspace. “Just needed something in your mouth, huh?”he’d purr and gently drag his nails across your scalp
Tongue technology. We all know about it, but you get to experience this first hand at your beck and call. Yoongi is the first one to admit you’re spoiled and when you’re not being a brat, all you have to do is ask and he’ll be in between your legs. He could and has spent hours down there teasing your folds and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t take it anymore.
Somnophilia. This is a kink that goes both ways for you guys but honestly he finds it really hot when you take what you need from him. Waking up groggy in the middle of the night to you fucking yourself on his cock is one of the quickest ways to get Yoongi whining and gripping the sheets. Bonus points if you tie his hands up or cuff them to the bed posts.
He’s not really a fan of quickies and prefers to take his time, but he’s not opposed to shoving you into a closet and getting you off on his fingers if you’re getting needy. He just wants to take care of his girl.
Speaking of his hands, they end up around your throat and in your mouth quite often. Whether you’re sucking or gagging on them, Yoongi makes good on this little fixation and makes sure you get your fill.
He’s down to being pegged. Somebody had to say it guys,🗣️ Yoongi wants something up his ass ‼️
Whether you have him bent over a table or you’re tied up and he’s riding you, Yoongi does enjoy penetration and he’s not ashamed of it. He likes how dazed and pliant you get when he’s bouncing on your strap all flushed and pink and whining. it’s a rush to his head and sends him over the edge faster than he can get a hand on himself.
He’s a fan of cozy aftercare and pillow talk. After you’ve both cleaned up and the bed is moderately clean, he’s off in the kitchen getting snacks and water so you two can cuddle and recap what you liked and disliked. He gets really affectionate after he cums so it usually dissolves into him mumbling praises and kissing all over your face before falling asleep.
All in all Yoongi is the best boy.
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Part 6: Darling
summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes call sign: Freyja warning: implied sexual content, MDNI Note: PART 6 HAS ARRIVED! Thank you for all of your support! A special thank you to @lethalchiralium and @peachesofteal for workshopping with me, per usual, and being my beta! Enjoy and blessed be! (p.s. ghost drinking an orange sodie lol) << Previous | Next >>
Simon could hear his daughter’s screams as he came up the walkway to their front door, duffel slung over his shoulder. He had returned from a month-long deployment an hour ago and only allowed himself enough time to debrief and return his weapons once on base before hopping in his car and heading home.
He entered the house, still in full gear (mask and all), to find his heavily pregnant wife pacing the living room, their crying daughter in her arms. Her eyes and cheeks were red when she turned to the door, sobbing in relief at the sight of him.
“Oh, sweetheart. What’s going on?” he asked, dropping his bag by the door and going to her.
“She has a-a cold.”
“I can see that.” He wiped at the snot and drool on Joanie’s lip with his glove. “Where’s Roach?”
“He went to pick König up. You didn’t see him?”
“No. Must’ve just missed ‘im.” When Price handed out assignments for their most recent deployment, Roach had offered (more like decided) to stay with Freyja for the duration of his absence. With König also deployed, it made sense for him to help her with the baby and housekeeping while Simon was gone. Better than staying on base – alone – for a month. Knowing someone was in the house with his family made him feel better about leaving for such an extended period, especially with his track record. The last time he had left the country, leaving his pregnant spouse behind…
Simon rubbed his daughter’s back, his heartstrings tugging at the thought of her being in pain. “Give ’er here, I’ll take a turn.”
“Si, no, you must be exhausted-”
“I am exhausted, which means I’m in no mood to argue. Go to bed, love, please.”
His pleading didn’t seem to affect her as she went back to doing laps around the couch. “The doctor said there’s nothing we can do. It just has to pass. I’ve tried everything. Chest salve, shower steam, saline – nothing’s working. Every-Every time we put her down or sit down, the screaming just gets worse. Can’t stop…moving, and your son is kicking the shit out of me-”
This was ironic, considering how Joan only kicked when Simon or one of their friends spoke or touched her belly. Now, their son only ever kicked for her.
“Freyja.”
She stopped her rambling and found he had stepped into her path; he firmly held her biceps and dragged his hands up and down. Freyja sniffled as another tear slipped down her cheek. No singular word could describe how she felt (and probably looked). Drained, fatigued, beaten, dog-tired; none quite did the trick.
“You look like shit. You need to get some rest.”
“No, Simon, please just go to…bed.”
Soon as Ghost took Joan and returned to massaging her spine, her wails simmered to quiet whimpers as she cuddled into him. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, little fingers hanging from the collar of his shirt to the top of his vest. Their baby was getting big, her senseless baby talk beginning to lean more toward coherent vocabulary. When Joanie cried a soft “Dada” against his neck, Freyja started to sob harder, the heels of her palms dug into her eyes. 
Shit. “What’s wrong? She stopped screaming bloody murder. That’s a good thing.”
“I’ve been trying to calm her down for hours! You come home, and after five minutes, you’ve fixed it. She hates me! She fucking hates me!”
“Frey, look at me.” He stopped comforting Joan for a moment to tilt his wife’s chin up, forcing her to listen to him. When she did, he took his hand back. “Babies see their mothers as an extension of themselves. She knows your heartbeat and breathing sounds; she gets food from you…”
“Who told you that?”
“…I read about it.”
Freyja softened, tears no longer flowing freely. “You read parenting books?”
“Of course I do. I want to be the best for them and you.” He pulled her into his chest with one arm, his covered lips pressing into her hair. “You are her mother. I could never take your place. You’re her home. But I’ve been gone for a month, and I’ve never been away from her this long. There’s something to be said about missing her dad and wanting some comfort.”
When Simon brushed her tears away, she turned to kiss his palm, then rested her cheek there. Freyja didn’t know how, but her husband sure had a way with words, always knowing how to make her feel better. 
“Better?”
“Mhm,” she hummed and, before she could reach to pull his mask up, Joanie whined in frustration, kicking her legs impatiently, about to start up again. Simon chuckled and let his wife go, his heavy boots thunking against the hard floor as he began what would be a long night of getting his steps in. 
“Good. Now do as Daddy tells you and go to bed. Don’t make me tell you again.”
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.
.
Coming up on the end of her pregnancy, the ‘waddling’ stage was in full swing. If Freyja thought she was big just before Joan was born, she was almost certainly a whale now, and she was losing energy much faster than before. This time around, though, they were sure to schedule a c-section for the week before her due date. The OB didn’t put up much of an argument with her medical history and Joan’s early arrival.
Her phone pinged again as she rounded the corner toward her husband’s office.
And again.
Joan’s irritable whines became more evident as she closed in on her destination. “Si, I can only move so fast.”
“Oh, thank god.” Ghost detached Joan’s iron grip from his mask while she was distracted. She continued to kick her little legs against him, trying to get away. “She’s antsy. I can’t get her down for shit. She’s sick of me.”
He wheeled his chair around the desk and tugged her missing sock back on (to her protest) until he reached the other side and placed her feet on the floor. “See? Mum’s here. Go see her,” he cooed, her tiny hands gripping his thumbs for support.
“Dad Ghost” as she had lovingly coined Simon in his work attire, was a walking contradiction. An arguably massive man, a masked mystery to majority of the population on base, snapping otherwise cocky and egotistical soldiers back in line. Still, no one dared to laugh as he screamed at them for poor technique or a lackluster performance with a blonde baby on his hip or strapped to his back. It never failed to make her want to giggle, hearing such a soft, gentle tone from the big scary skull plate affixed to his balaclava. 
Freyja was halfway across the room when he stood their daughter between his comically large boots. “She won’t go that far,” she admonished. “If you give her too big of a task, she’s not going to even try-”
As if sensing her mother’s doubt, Joan took a steady step forward, still holding Simon’s hands in deep concentration. Then another, and another –
Until he couldn’t stretch forward anymore, and she let go, hobbling towards Freyja until she stumbled at her feet, letting out a soft baby grunt.
They both stared at each other in silence, eyes wide and mouths agape in shock. Neither spoke for a good minute, until Joanie pulled herself up again by Freyja’s cargo pants, babbling, “Mum mum mum mummm”, gnawing at the thick material and looking up with big, brown eyes.
“Did she just…?”
“I told you, she’s bloody brilliant.” Simon shot up to scoop the baby and place her in his wife’s waiting arms.
“My big, smart girl! I can’t believe it!” She squealed and giggled as Freyja peppered her face in fat, wet kisses and gently shook her. Ghost joined in, playfully nibbling at the rolls on the other side through the black material covering his face. Joanie smacked them both away, screaming with joy. Amongst all the commotion, Price stopped in the doorway on his way to their brief (which they were about to be late for). 
“What’s going on here?” he asked, fists on his hips in faux anger. “I thought we had an understanding! No fun at work without Granddad.”
“We officially have a walker on our hands!”
Price gasped and crossed the room in an instant. “And I missed it?!” He shoved the stack of mission folders at the lieutenant and stole his granddaughter from her mother, hiking her high up on his waist. “You walked without me? I’m offended, little miss, but I’ll settle for a victory lap.”
He plucked his green bucket hat off the top of his head and dropped it onto hers, earning a high-pitched shriek of delight when it covered her face. “Let’s roll, everybody. We’ve got a meeting to get to,” he commanded before marching down the hall. “Oi, lads! She walked!”
A chorus of cheers broke out in the distance, followed by a wall-shaking group chant, “Joanie! Joanie! Joanie!”
Freyja just stood there, pouting, arms crossed atop her belly. “Just once, I’d like to celebrate our baby’s milestones in peace.”
“You know that’s not possible, love.” Ghost chuckled next to her, offering a single pat to her ass as they headed to the briefing. While neither of them would be going, it was their job to know what was going on during their impending absence. The ruckus started to die down when the couple sat, and the others followed suit. Soap placed a mug of peppermint tea in front of her, which she thanked him for, and  Laswell, Gaz, and Soap filed around the table.
“Kӧnig and Roach should be here shortly,” Price said, bouncing Joan on his lap as Ghost passed out manila folders.
Gaz checked his watch with a furrowed brow. “It’s five past. Maybe they forgot?”
“Just give them a few minutes. I’m sure they’ll be here.”
“His office was closed, so he’s definitely in there. I can go grab ‘im. It’s no trouble,” he offered, the metal legs of his chair scraping against the floor as he stood up.
“Be my guest, Sergeant,” Freyja hummed, making eye contact with John as she sipped her tea, hiding her mischievous grin behind the cup. She waited for an appropriate amount of time, about how long it would take to take ten paces up the hall before she held up five fingers. 
“You’re a demon.”
“Five, four, three, two…”
“Verdammt nochmal!” 
There’s a loud bang, eerily similar to the sound of a six-foot-six body slamming into the floor. Boots thunder against the ground until Gaz appears in the doorway again, eyes wide and blushing like a madman.
“Genau deshalb habe ich das Militär verlassen, keiner von euch hat den Anstand, verdammt noch mal anzuklopfen!”
“Didn’t knock, did you.”
“Nope.”
“How bad?”
König stomped into the meeting, red as a tomato as he jerked his long, tangled (read: freshly fucked) hair into a knot at the base of his neck before slipping his hood on. Roach walked in behind him, grinning like an absolute idiot (read: clearly the one doing the fucking), albeit a bit flush, and his clothes untucked and wrinkled as he plopped beside John. 
“At least I didn’t get knifed this time.”
“Der Tag ist noch jung, Unteroffizier.”
“I don’t know what that means, but it sounded like a threat.”
“It was,” Freyja sang, her body shaking as she attempted to withhold laughter.
By the time Price had finished divulging the details of the op scheduled for the end of the month (which was also around the time of her c-section, which left Freyja and those deploying disappointed), Joanie had escaped his hold to crawl across the table and landed in her mother’s lap. She sat back against Frey’s round belly, happily gnawing on a teething ring while the captain combed her fingers through her soft, blonde curls. 
John cleared his throat and leaned back, tipping the chair on its back legs. “So…In a shocking turn of events, Roach is the top–”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY, CAPTAIN?!” Soap screeched after choking on his coffee, leaving a stain on his shirt as it dripped from his nose.
“Oh, mein Gott…” 
“I don’t know. What did I say, Sergeant?”
Across the table, Roach held his lips between his teeth as he wheezed, quickly signing, “Only for my king.”
“PLEASE PLÖTZE! Stop talking!” König, finally deciding he’d had enough, shot up from his seat and practically sprinted out of the room, almost bonking his head on the door frame on his way out. A moment later, he stormed back in and snagged his forgotten file awaiting him in Roach’s outstretched hand before turning back out.
Biting his lip, Soap muttered, “Interesting…” to himself, eyeing the Austrian’s retreating form before flicking back over to Roach. The Brit was already looking at him, probably having heard him being sat next to him. He winked with a devilish smirk, and practically purred, “S’alright, happens tae th' best o' us.”
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A few days shy of their next mission, and the birth of the newest Riley, the gang gathered around their living room for one last game night before Roach, König, Soap, and John departed for another mission. Roach and König were less than pleased to be missing the birth of their godson, but it couldn’t be helped.
Kyle placed a red eight down on the stack of cards, ending his turn. “C’mon, mate, what’s the wildest thing you’ve done on a mission?” he prodded, raising a brow in Simon’s direction. “You know all our stories. It’s only fair.”
The two shared a knowing look, and Freyja giggled once before Kyle interrupted, “Besides that, you heathens.”
Simon pressed against the kitchen chair he had dragged in for himself, seriously considering what he would consider the most outlandish activity he had partaken in outside of combat. Particularly, that didn’t involve screwing his wife in places they shouldn’t, like public places, sniper lookouts, cars, or supply closets…
Before he could drift too far, he caught the saucy side-eye his wife was throwing him from her deep armchair.
“No.”
Soap peeked up from his hand with a quirked brow. “Does Ghostie have an embarrassing secret? Now we have to know!”
“It’s not a secret, and I’m not embarrassed by it just because I don’t flaunt it around,” he said, shot back the rest of his whiskey, and replaced his mask. Simon didn’t always wear it with their friends; he just so happened to feel inclined to it that night. There was no rhyme or reason as to when he needed the comfort; the urge just came and went as it pleased. 
He tried his best to sound completely disinterested, hoping the discussion would blow over as he threw down his card. “Blue.”
Unfortunately, his plan did not work, and all interest in their game of Uno was lost. Kyle threw his hand down on the table, completely giddy. “WHAT IS IT?! TELL US!”
Simon groaned, throwing his cards at his wife, who simply laughed. “See, look what you did.” He sighed and begrudgingly unhooked his mask from behind his ears, tossing that at her too. After a beat, he let his tongue loll out, revealing a silver ball.
Several (if not all) of their jaws dropped, save for Freyja’s, who was utterly thrilled that this was happening.
Johnny was the first to speak. “Is…that…” he stuttered, staring unabashedly in disbelief. 
He snapped his mouth shut again once everyone had had a decent look. “Alright, can we move on please–”
The Scot pounced across the space, clearing the coffee table as he knocked Simon out of his chair, taking them both down into a heap on the floor. They wrestled as he tried to dig his fingers into Ghost’s mouth and pry it open again. “LEMME SEE!”
“JOHNNY!” Simon roared, bucking and thrashing his hips in attempt to get the man off, but he quickly scooted up until he sat firmly on his chest, knees pinning his shoulders as he yanked the piercing back out.
“Awe, so that’s why you’re always fuckin’ like horny teenagers! Oh, ah bet that feels good on your cu-”
“SHUT UP, SOAP!” “THAT’LL DO!” 
Freyja whipped her slipper at Johnny’s head, which he swiftly dodged. Meanwhile, Gaz was face down on the floor, having a fit and struggling to breathe. Price looked like he would actually rather die than endure another moment of the scene unfolding at his feet. Kӧnig was carefully weaving between people and furniture to remove Soap before he got hurt, and Roach stayed in his spot, mouth open in silent laughter.
Thank God Joanie was a heavy sleeper.
“Are you gonnae sit there ‘n tell meh that a’m wrong? A husband should always eat arse!”
“JOHNNY, OH MY FUCKING GOD!”
Kyle finally caught his breath and cut back in, “But does it WORK?!”
Everybody froze, including Kӧnig, whose hands looped under Johnny’s armpits, about to extract him. From underneath him, Simon glared up at his wife (who started this whole fucking mess). “Freyja–”
But Freyja, being the brat she is and loving the chaos, “…It works.”
Simon covered his face with both of his now freed hands, so utterly sick of her shit as the sergeant shook his shoulders, he and Gaz both screaming like madmen. Kӧnig still hovered over them, ready to remove Johnny if Simon called for it, his red hair up in a neat top knot at the crown of his head. A few strands hung loosely by his ears and at the peak of his forehead, framing his pale skin.
“AAAAAYYYYYY, SO YOU DO GIVE GOOD HEAD!”
He removed his shield at that, looking up at Johnny with a confused expression. “Who said I don’t give good head?”
Price flinched with a crinkled nose and grabbed his hat from the back of the couch. “That’s my cue.”
“Scary guys either have monster cock or scary good head,” Kyle stated as if it were pure fact.
“But he has both.”
“I can’t fucking take this.” Simon finally shoved at Johnny and the Austrian lifted him with ease, standing the Scot back on his feet.
Soap dusted off his pants. “Damn, you’ll have’ta get one’a those, Köni,” he teased and turned to face the giant, looking up at him with a boyish grin. 
König’s skin, ever the shy one, immediately painted itself a rosy hue, unable to be hidden by any hood or mask. Even Roach was taken by his brashness and turned a little pink himself, choosing to sip his drink. König was, unfortunately, frozen in place, wide eyes staring down at Johnny’s proud face.
Three seconds pass.
Then two more.
Then three again.
“OH MY GOD, THAT WAS THEM?! The threesome you told me about a few weeks ago, was them?”
With nowhere else to go, König collapsed onto the couch and pulled the neck of his sweater over his face. “Verdammter Himmel, Johnny…” If he could crawl into a hole and die, he would.
“What can ah say? M’services are world-class.”
“Can confirm,” Roach added, having put his glass down so he could use both hands to talk.
Johnny raised a brow and dragged his eyes from Roach’s shoes, slowly up his shins, then his thighs and chest before settling on the challenging smirk on his freckled face. “‘S that so?” he asked, stepping into the space between Roach’s knees and the table.
Roach simply nodded, looking up at his boyfriend through hooded lashes, resembling a lovesick puppy with shocking accuracy. He knew exactly what he was doing, too, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth. Roach was a…talented flirt, to say the least.
His glass was carefully removed from his hand and placed on a coaster. Without a second thought, Soap wrapped his fingers around Roach’s wrist, dragged it behind his neck, and tossed the man over his shoulder. Gaz gaped, completely dumbfounded into silence – flabbergasted, if you will. He paused in the entryway, looking over his opposite shoulder.
“You comin’, Kö?”
König, still tucked away in the corner of the couch, peeked out from the cocoon he had created with his sweater. Even his forehead was tinged red, still. He openly stared for a bit before mustering up enough courage to rise again, and in an impossibly meek voice for such a large man, replied, “...Yes, sir,” and loosely tangled their fingers together.
Kyle threw his hands up then dropped them onto his head, dragging his cap back a bit. “WHAT IS GOING ON?!”
Freyja offered a sympathetic pat, her bottom lip jutted out. Poor Simon, who had returned to his seat, covered his mouth with one palm as he tried to contain his chuckles. He pulled his mask back on after retrieving it from the floor.
“Don’t worry, Gaz,” she said and poked his cheek. “We’ll find you a nice girl.”
“I GET AROUND FINE!” He swatted her hand away, glowering at her. “You’re all just a bunch of slags!”
He jumped up, abandoning his beer and putting his hat back in place. “Where’s my niece? I need to restore my innocence,” he grumbled, trudging upstairs.
“Simon, did he just call us sluts?”
“Yes, darling.”
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nino-rox · 6 months
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Akaza x Male Human Reader | S
Warnings: NSFW Gay sex, Sexual themes (Rough, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex), Some blood. Top Akaza, Bottom Human Reader.
Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.
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Akaza picked you up, your back against the wall, as his dick grazed against your hole.
The smirk on his face when he licked his lips told you that he knew what he was doing to you.
And you liked it. Akaza’s mouth covered yours, his tongue searching and pushing its way into your mouth while his hands squeezed your ass.
You kissed him back, one of your hands reaching up to touch his cheeks, as the other was wrapped around his neck. You never thought you’d fall in love with a demon - let alone get fucked by one against the wall.
When you felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, you tried to push him away, but it was useless. The thrust was smooth and deep, making your breath hitch.
“A-ah…” Akaza’s arms wrapped around you tighter as he bit your earlobe before moaning softly.
You bit his lip harder and moaned as he went faster. His dick throbbed inside you as it slowly slid out and then slowly slid back inside of you, hitting the spot just right.
“Oh, God…” you moaned as he fucked you faster. He bent his knees and moved you from the wall onto the floor, still thrusting inside you.
His body pressed against yours while his cock rubbed against every sensitive spot within your hole. Every inch of you tingled. His hands made their way to your neck again, this time holding it tightly. You could feel his fingers digging into your skin, leaving red marks that would turn purple after a few hours - it got harder to breathe.
Your moans became louder and more frequent as he moved faster and deeper. He was taking control of you now. And you loved it.
Your bare back was laid against the floor as your eyes were shut tight, sweat dripping down your forehead. Akaza removed his hand from your neck and brought it down to cover your mouth, silencing your cries. “Be quiet!”
Akaza whispered harshly. He fucked you even faster, his hips slapping against your ass with each stroke as you arched your back. Your head rolled from side to side, and you could feel the drool escaping your mouth. He placed his free hand under your back, making you arch it more as he bit down hard on your nipple. The pain shot through your body. You didn’t want to scream, but his nails pierced your flesh, leaving long, bloody scratches behind. It hurt like hell, but somehow, you couldn’t stop begging for more.
Akaza pounded you harder and harder until you cried out in pain. It felt like your skin was ripping apart, your body shuddering, and your muscles tensing. You opened your teary eyes to see Akaza lustfully watching you. The look in his eyes told you exactly how much pleasure he was feeling. It looked like it was too much for him to handle, so he closed his eyes, biting his lip as he came inside you.
He pushed his sweaty chest against yours as he pulled out and shoved himself into you again - continuing to rail you as his cum dripped out of your hole with each thrust. This time he kept fucking you - his muscular defined body completely resting on you - while groaning, muttering nonsense words. Then all of a sudden, his moans turned into screams, and Akaza started fucking you harder than ever as you let out sinful moans into his ear “AHhh Uh AH, I’m-im going to cum, Akaza”, You managed to choke out, crying out and writhing around on the ground.
With each thrust, you felt your walls clenching on his cock, the blood flowing down your thighs and soaking into the floor beneath you. Your whole body was drenched in sweat; his thrusts got sloppier as you heard him moan from ecstasy. You felt his cock begin to pulse around your tight walls, cum spewing inside you. Your entire body shook violently as you rode out the waves of ecstasy, his seed coating your insides. Your orgasm lasted for minutes, causing you to almost pass out. When it finally subsided, you both lay motionless, his dick still inside as cum oozed out of your hole.
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potentialguybodyswaps · 8 months
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Cum Locked Into a Marine:
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Are you in the military but feel like you joined the wrong branch? well there’s a way to swap branches, only catch, you have to swap bodies with someone in that branch and live their life, you can always swap back but only after both parties have finished their contract, so if you have 1 year left on yours, and you decided to swap with a fresh boot, you gotta finish the rest of their contract
Not many people wanna swap with a guy fresh out of boot camp but I did.
I’ve spent a year in the navy and didn’t like it one bit, when I joined I was hoping to join a brotherhood but the comrodery wasn’t there , when I was in A school, the base I was at for training was actually a joint base with the army, navy, Air Force and marines
Something that always upsetted me is when ever we’d see the marines, they were fine as fuck, for no reason, hands down the best looking fucking branch, no homo.
Even when I got to my ship and did a deployment with the marines onboard, they always looked hot and way fitter, if I would have join them instead of the navy, I’d definitely have abs but a lot of the navy struggles to stay within height and weight regulations
So I decided I wanted to swap with a marine, I made an account for the Body Exchange Program (or B.E.P. For short) and went to the subsection for military swaps and clicked on the marine branch to see what bodies were available
One thing I loved about the B.E.P. Is while the swaps are basically contracts and ment to last for the agreed time, they’re a couple ways to get out of that aswell… The B.E.P. Isn’t actually ment for long term swaps, so the only real way to do so is by breaking the TOS (terms of servicing). if both parties end up ejaculating while swaped, they end up locked in each others bodies
A lot of them had high standards in order to swap with them but I did find one Private named Matt Cummings. his profile says he’s only been out of boot camp for a week now and hates it, willing to swap with anyone from any branch as long as their not old.
I’ve only done 1 out of my 5 years so it didn’t bother me basically losing a year and having to restart a 5 year contract, especially if it ment I got to look hot as fuck and be a marine
Luckily I was only about 3 years older so I sent a request and after a little talking he agreed saying “I’d love to be in the navy and see more countries than just being deployed and stuck in 1”
Since we were in the same time zone this would actually be somewhat easy, we just set the time to swap to 3 A.M. when we’re both sleeping, and since we both actually had the next couple days off, it’d give us time to adapt and try to figure out our new lives
He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this, promising it’s not like how I think it is. And I told him yes I’m sure…
Unfortunately he was one of the few profiles on here that didn’t have a profile pic so I was a bit worried about walking into this blind, but checking out the basic stats on his profile made me a bit more confident, 5’10 and 140. At the very minimum I might lose like 2 inches of height but atleast I lose about 40 pounds of weight also haha
I woke up the next day in a bed that didn’t belong to me and a dorm room that didn’t look familiar to me. Needing to piss I flung the blanket off me and saw that I was in nothing but my underwear, I rushed to the head (bathroom in military talk) and lowered them to piss and was kinda shocked, nothing too special about the dick, I mean about the same size as my actual body, but maybe a bit longer, ok, more than a little, I had to be atleast 3 and a half inches soft now, bro probably had like atleast 2 inches on me hard, I don’t know yet, so I’ll assume im about 6.5 or 7 inches hard maybe more now. What had me shocked tho was that I’m now uncircumcised! This is awesome man! I always wanted to be uncut. I just woke up and I’m glad this guy wanted to swap, definitely lucked out.
After I got done pissing and shooked my dick, I went to the sink to drink some water straight from the facet, after I got done drinking I stood up water dripping down my face onto my chest and onto my thin 6pack… if you could even call these abs, I’m not sure, maybe inbetween toned and abs status. Finally taking the chance to look in the mirror, I believe I lucked out, this guy seems to be one of the finer looking ones
While admiring my new self in the mirror I started to get hard and decided to check out the goods, pulling my underwear down my initial assessment seemed to be right, definitely bigger than my original body, so definitely atleast 7 inches. I decided to save playing with myself for later, hate to be a cliche and immediately go to touching myself after a swap, I’ll save it for later when I decide to act like a true marine and go get day drunk!
I tried finding some clean clothes but everything that wasn’t a uniform item was kinda just thrown onto the floor so I don’t know which piles are clean and which are not… I decided to take from the pile that smelled the lest like B.O. and get dressed
Once dressed I grabbed a backpack I saw laying around and left the onbase housing and found a store that happened to sell some IPA’s in there. I got a 6 pack and headed back to my room. on the way to the store and on the way back I was getting looks from everyone like I’m doing something I shouldn’t be, can’t be the alcohol can it? I mean no way, I tucked it into my bag. I mean, ya bro didn’t check the back of my CAT card to see my date of birth, so it’s technically underage drinking, but no one knows I have beer in my backpack nor does that explain the looks I was getting on the way to the store in the first place
I shrugged it off and just went back inside to my room. Once in I started drinking right away after I found some good shows to watch on this guys phone, I don’t know his password but the finger ID works, I’ll have to message him and ask him for the code later
It was taking me longer than usual to finish these due to not liking the taste anymore, and they were fucking me up more than usual making me a bit nauseous, I guess it makes since, this Matt guy has only been in for a week, probably didn’t have a taste for alcohol yet, not to mention different tastebuds in general, dam that sucks, this was one of my favorite brands too!
It took me almost 3 hours but I was finally on the last one, on a scale of like 1-10 I was probably a 6 on the drunk scale, trying not to throw up, which is ironic sense I use to black out and wake up never throwing up once throughout the night
When I get drunk I like to start cleaning or working out drunk, makes everything a bit more fun, I decided to do laundry, sense I can’t tell what’s clean and what’s not, I decided to just wash everything on the floor
Once I put everything in the washer I had a thought, technically I don’t know if the clothes I put on today were clean or not, and after spending some time in them today, technically they are dirty “fuck it” I said outloud and stripped completely naked tossing my clothes into the washer too before starting it
I went back and sat on the couch buck ass naked, it always felt weird walking around naked, so the fact that I’m doing it now in a slimmer body, balls swinging? Was kinda erotic, I started to get hard but the hornyness turned into fear when I herd a knock at the door
I remained still hoping they’d just go away, but then herd the sliding of the lock and the door open
“Aye Private FuckFace, I gotta talk to you. A sergeant and 2 corporals came in with him and closed the door behind them. For some reason I forgot that I was totally nude and thought it’d be a good idea to just start playin a movie again and pretend like I didn’t hear them
They walked around the corner into the living room to see me naked on the couch making them freeze and recalculate for a few seconds
I tried to not look up at them and continue watching my phone
“Well what do we have here” the sergeant said walking up to me
“Uh, uh, nothing much sergeant, just watchin a movie, you?”
“Me? What do I have? Let’s see, I’m given the task of coming to scald you for going out in public today and not shaving, what is this? Like my 3rd time telling you in the last week since you’ve been here that you have to shave EVERY DAY. And now I have YOU sitting on the couch, buck ass naked with beer cans on the table” he yelled knocking my partially full can over
“So that’s what we’re doing now? Underage drinking in base housing, not shaving. Sitting in the couch naked, legs open, not even trying to cover yourself, you know I told you if you kept fucking up I was gonna cum on your fucking face Private Cummings, I wasnt joking” he said unbuckling his belt
It didn’t register with me the first time, but it did the second, I’m so fucked up right now that I totally forgot that I was nude, fuck. Wait did he just say he was gonna fuck my face!?
I went to get up off the couch but he pushed me hard when I got half way up, sending me back on the couch.
“Now you know the rules to this, you can try to get out of this but I doubt you’ll be able too” he said nodding to the two corporals as he pulled his 5 inch hard dick out
I went to get up a second time but the corporals went behind the couch, each grabbing an arm and holding it back so I can’t go anywhere
“Suck” he said dick inches away from my mouth
“Fuck that” I screamed trying to spit on his dick as a sign of disrespect
Due to my slow reaction time the moment I tried to build up saliva and spit out on his dick, he just Jammed it in my mouth the second I opened it
I didn’t dare move, I’m not gonna fuck him up by hitting his dick but I’m not sucking it ether
I quit trying to fight to get up and just fell back into the couch more trying to get the dick to come back out my mouth
“Private FuckFace you are to suck my dick until I cum in your mouth, do you understand? That’s an order soldier” the sergeant said yelling at me
The moment he said “that’s an order” it’s like the combination of my boot camp instincts and this Cummings guy’s kicked in and I just quit resisting giving in and sucking his dick
Like a good soldier does, I gave it my all trying to do a good job and I suppose I did cause he yelled “I’m about to cum” I sped up a bit just so I can be done with this gay shit, the moment he started to blow his load in my mouth I quit sucking, but he wouldn’t pull out
I looked up to see my sergeant looking down on me, saying “you know the rules, now swallow, Private”
The moment I swallowed my sergeant nodded again and the corporals finally let go, they came back around the couch laughing
“Oh my god sergeant did he actually do it? Haha” one of them said laughing
“Yep, he swallowed it, which by Marine Social Code, means you, private fuck face, are officially my bitch now and have to do whatever I say whenever I say it” the sergeant said with a smile
“Bro what the fuck is wrong with y’all, fuck that I’m not nobodies bitch, you just mad a private has a bigger dick then you dude” I said standing up
“Private I told you, you know the rules, if anyone is able to take you by force and make you swallow their cum, your their bitch now, you could have gotten out of the hold we had you in, you just decided to say fuck your training, I feel like becoming a bitch all of a sudden right? Just accept it for what it is and do what I say like a good little bitch”
One of the corporals decided to tap the sergeant and ask him a question
“So uh, sense he’s your bitch now, do we get any sort of compensation for helping you? I mean he did put up a fight in the beginning and make us put some effort into holding him down, for someone that decided to become a bitch, he should have known he shouldn’t fight with his superiors” one of them said
The sergeant smiled and said “perhaps… Private go ahead and suck these two’s dicks aswell, take as much time as you’d like”
“No dude what the fuck is your problem I’m not doing that gay shit I’m a marine” I said angrily
“Private, you will suck these two men’s dick, that’s an order” the sergeant said
Once again it was like something in me was triggered and I proceeded to get down on my knees to make it easier for them to stick it in.
“ and you might be a marine but your a fresh marine, ment to be made into whatever the fuck we want you to be, if we want you to be the bottom bitch of the whole platoon, guess what your doing? Suckin dick just like we want you too” the sergeant said as I was giving one of the corporal the works
Both the corporals were bigger than the sergeant, so my only assuming is that the sergeant likes to get drunk with his power and assert it whenever he can, like now
After I got done blowing the first corporal, just like the sergeant did… he ordered me to swallow after cumming in my mouth. laughing, he pulled out and let the 2nd corporal take his turn
This time I didn’t need any instructions and just knew to swallow that way his dick come out my mouth faster, I hated every second of this, I thought the marine corps was the straight bad ass branch but I guess their even worse than the navy somehow
As I swallowed the 2nd corporal’s load I moved my eyes and glanced over at sergeant to see a pissed off expression
“What sergeant, I’m just doing what you told me to do” I said feeling the urge to please my superior officers
“I told you to suck their dicks, I didn’t necessarily say to let them cum in your mouth and swallow it, did i” he said rubbing his hands against the sides of the his temple
“Your point” i asked
“My point is now that you swallowed their cum, your all of our’s bitch now…. man you must really love this don’t you? It’s ok private, I knew from the beginning you must be a little gay from our first encounter, with that being said, we’ll round up the rest of the platoon and make sure you have plenty of cum to swallow and dicks to suck by the end of the week, I’m sure the rest of the guys will be ecstatic to find out they can get free blowjobs whenever they want and not have to go out into town to get it. Good work private” he said now smirking a little bit
“Ok I’ll leave the rest to you two” sergeant said and then walked out
Once the sergeant walked out the corporals both started dying laughing
“Hold up just stay right there private, ima make a call to the E-4 Mafia and get you some more dicks to suck tonight” one of them said pulling out their phone and started reading aloud the text he was sending to a group chat
“E-4 mafia, new platoon bitch is with me right now, drunk as fuck, giving out free blowjobs and swallowing, hit me up if you’d like to get in on this day one, goal is to get him to swallow every guy in the platoon by the end of the week” and send he said
Guys, come on now, this isn’t cool, y’all are gonna make me get a STD or something, you really want that? I said panicking
“Really only a problem for the ones after/if you get one private, but I think most would say it’d be a fair trade off in the hopes of having a platoon wide bitch, it’s gonna be a long 4 years for you dude haha” he said sitting down on the couch keeping an eye on me to make sure I don’t escape before his buddies show up
For some reason thinking about what just happened has me getting hard, the sergeant can go kill himself for all I care, but just like my new marine body, these corporals are starting to look kinda hot
The one that send out the group chat noticed I got hard and addressed me
“You find this hot Cummings” he said with a sly smile on his face
“I got something for you private, just go ahead and close your eyes and start stroking your dick dude, slowly”
I do so, and next thing I know I hear the corporal searching his bag behind me untill he found something, I herd a bag open and he asked me
“ do you like poppers private”
“I love them! What type of popper tho? Like jalapeño poppers?” I said starting to sound excited from the sound of food, drinking on a empty stomach wasn’t my brightest idea
As I’m still stroking my uncut cock I feel the corporal grab the back of my head and go
“ no these ones” he said as he forced my face into the bag inhaling chemicals
It suddenly felt like my dick was about to explode and so I let go immediately but it was too late
My dick started to twitch for a few seconds before I shot my load all over myself
“Noo!! What the fuck was that I yelled”
What I thought you said you liked poppers? I just figured I’d help you get off since you’ll be helping a lot of guys tonight he said with that same sly smile
My whole life has been turned upside down, I was hoping if I could make it pass the next few days the B.E.P. Would swap us back knowing I never cummed, not wanting the swap to be locked in
But now I’m stuck as this private Cummings guy for sure, since the corporal wanted to mess with me and make me cum myself, locking me in this body for years to come
#edit, I’ll try to make a patreon next week where y’all can see the pictures I really want to use for these stories 😏
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cinnbar-bun · 4 months
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Zoro Birthday HCs!
Rating: SFW + NSFW hcs (NSFW under read more)
A/n: these were posted during his birthday im only just posting it here now haha.
GN reader and pronouns.
Read at my ao3 here!
SFW
It’s Zoro’s birthday! Yay! And that means lots of celebrating.
Or, in Zoro’s case, it means more napping and drinking.
Yes, it is a bit different but Zoro likes more lowkey birthday celebrations where he can rest as an excuse.
“Fine, since you’re twisting my arm about it, I’ll just go and lay down.”
He says, as if he wasn’t smiling and wanting to sleep after eating you and Sanji’s birthday breakfast.
He mostly wants birthday cuddles and kisses while he’s trying to sleep. He wants to have you slung on him like a koala and snoring in his ear for his nap.
He admits he doesn’t really need any gifts, but he’s not going to complain if you got him something. He’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth when you reveal the gift box(es) to him.
If you get him something personalized or something like jewelry, expect him to glance in confusion at you.
“Why’d you get me something like this? Not really the fashionable type, ya know.”
But he will be wearing it every day from then on and will never take it off.
Author note: god he’d look ridiculously hot with a thin gold chain on his neck and I want it so bad.
Drinks a lot tonight. He’s going to deny that his birthday is anything special but he’s chugging it like he’s liberated another country. Maybe it’s because you and the crew care so much that it makes a day he normally skips on so full of love and joy.
Sanji made the cake (and designed it at your discretion) so Zoro acts like it ain’t shit.
“It’s just a cake. No need to go crazy over it.”
He ate like three slices before Luffy barged in and swallowed the rest of it.
He continues to have a great day with the crew after they make sure to throw him a small party as well as give him their gifts.
Speaking of gifts…
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When you tell Zoro you have another gift for him in his quarters, well, he’s a bit shocked. You already did so much for him, and you’re giving him another gift?
He follows your instructions and finds you on his bed, naked, pressing one his swords against your body while you’re holding a bottle of expensive sake.
Let’s just say his fourth sword started getting up.
He can’t wait to dive in and have fun with this “gift.”
He manhandles you a bit more, holding you tightly and gripping your hips while he’s busy kissing you roughly and exploring your mouth.
He enjoys drinking the sake from your mouth in these scenarios, mostly because he likes to fluster you enough to let it drip from your mouth.
He also likes to lay you down and pour the sake on your body so he can lick and slurp it up. The sounds are almost so obscene it makes you turn red.
“Eyes on me. Don’t get shy on me now. You’re the one who wanted to give me this gift, right?”
He’s happily performing oral on you over and over, to the point where you’re wondering if he remembers it’s his birthday, not yours.
If you insist on giving him oral, he ain’t complaining. Just know he’ll be a bit rougher and grip your hair tighter. And the stuff he’s whispering and telling you is so sinful, it’s almost impossible not to feel your heart race.
“Fuck. Just like that. You can take more. I know you can.”
You two are going at it all night, and while Zoro normally is keen on keeping you quiet, tonight, he throws caution into the wind and doesn’t care how loud you are. Heck, he even starts encouraging you to scream his name.
“Just like that, baby. Who’s fucking you this good?”
Maybe it’s the alcohol making him rather tipsy enough to not give a shit about what could be going on.
When you two finish after a long night, he pulls you in close and kisses the top of your head.
“Hey… I don’t think I thanked you for today… thanks. Really.”
You’re falling asleep on his chest but the look in his eyes is so full of love and adoration for you, and he sighs happily knowing he’s got you.
You’re the best thing in his life, and he knows that despite all the gifts he got today… you’re still the best gift he could ever ask for or even deserve.
So he presses another kiss to your forehead and enjoys the afterglow of a wonderful birthday night, his mind drifting away to things he could do for you.
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who’s in control? - choi seungcheol
seungcheol x fem!reader
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warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), porn with minimal plot, switch!reader, switch!seungheol (though more dom leaning), SENSE DEPRIVATION, thigh fucking, use of a color system, bondage, cum play?, princess and baby are used as a pet name, idol!seungcheol, marking kink? (kind of not really), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), dick riding, BIG DICK CHEOL (like monster dick), creampie, alludes to shower sex, mentions of food, pussy slapping, thigh smacking, man handling, body worship, nipple play, fingering, sense play??? (kind of, it’s like smell play i guess but it’s just barely barely there), let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried)
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cheol hasn’t had a break in what feels like years. from the months he spent on tour entertaining fans, exploring different countries, and making sure the boys stayed in check, it was safe to say he needed a break. and what better way to take a break than to go home to you, his perfect little baby who waited so patiently for his return. 
the countless videos calls, and endless text messages did nothing for him (or you) while he was away, and even if the phone sex was enough to satiate him for the night he still missed the way your body felt under his, the way you scratched up his back, and the smell of sweat and sex in the air after hours of calculated thrusts and praise that was reserved only for when you were on your best behavior (which was 99% of the time). 
that 1% is saved for rainy days, ones where you want to take control and ruin seungcheol the same way he ruins you; which it's rare for him to allow you to be on top, knowing you like to run with the power but today, after months away from you and working his ass off, he allows you to take control. 
the ropes were soft on his skin, the twisted red silk accentuated his pecs and hips as you worked hard to weave out a pattern (that you so diligently learned while he was away, using your pillow as the test dummy). he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at how concentrated you were, your face heating up more as you brought the rope down to his thighs, tugging it enough to squeeze them deliciously - the plush flesh pooling around the rope. 
“you look so pretty.” he coos quietly when your eyebrows knit together, your look of concentration turns to frustration as you undo the knot you just did. 
“you’re going to look even prettier once im done with you.” you smile as you finally get the last knot correct. sitting back on your heels you marvel at the masterpiece that is your boyfriend. his hands are bound to the headboard with poorly tied rope, the dark burgundy contrasting greeting from the cherry red that adorned the rest of his body. 
“do i not look pretty right now?” he fake pouts at you before he's wiggling around to get more comfortable with the rope around him. 
“of course you look pretty cheollie, youre the prettiest boy to ever exist.” he leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose.
“not the prettiest to ever exist?” his eyebrows raise a little as he tries to watch you trial kisses down to his collarbone but one harsh nip to the underside of his jaw has him hissing, his head lulling back to give you more access. 
“always the prettiest to ever exist,” you mumble against his neck. “so pretty and all mine.” those words were familiar, the countless times cheol would say it to you played in the back of your mind as you smiled at the faint blush that spread down his neck. you had to bite your tongue to keep from teasing him, knowing that if you pushed your luck too far tonight he’d be sure to give back whatever you give him ten fold. 
slowly you make your way down his neck and collarbones, leaving behind marks everywhere your lips touch. you poured months of love into every love bite, ensuring they won't fade until the end of the week. 
with a featherlike touch, your fingers ghost over his left nipple, the bud hardening almost instantly as he gasps loudly. just as he started to mumble something you pinch it, the small shock of pain and pleasure causing his back to arch.
“watch it.” he breathes, there were rules put in place when you dommed. there were a lot of gray areas - his nipples being one of them, not that he didn’t enjoy it (he very much did) but when he was rendered helpless under you he'd rather not give you the advantage of attacking his weak spots (and yeah it's hypocritical of him, don't get him wrong he knows but you happily agreed to the rules because it gave you the perfect opportunity to use that 1% to freely be a brat).
you liked to bend the rules, it was the fun part about being the dom in situations like this. it wasn’t every day that you got cheol to submit under you, and god does he look pretty when his eyebrows pull together as his mouth falls open at the feeling of your pussy gliding along his painfully hard cock, the vein pulsing already from months of pent up energy.  
“you’re already twitching and i’ve barely started touching you,” you giggle quietly, sitting so that you can run your hands up and down his stomach, the muscles in his abs flexing as he rocks his hips up against you, eliciting a quiet moan from you. “don’t be bad cheollie..” your voice trails off as you bite back your smug smile when you see the way his eyes widen a little. 
“bad? the only one that's being bad right now is y-” you smack his thigh lightly, effectively stopping his words in their track as he groans quietly. 
“watch it.” you repeat his words back to him, this time you couldn’t help the smirk that played on your lips as his jaw clenched. he was giving you time to fix yourself when he allowed you to continue with your ministries. 
despite the hours you want to spend making him fall apart you can’t wait too long, the frustrations of not feeling each other in so long will have you both cumming before you’ve sat on his cock. however, it was a miracle you both lasted as long as you have - the foreplay starting the second he walked through the door when you jumped into his arms and started messily making out with him, his hips grinding into yours as he backed you up against the wall.  it’s not like much changed now as you grind down against him harder, his cock sitting between your folds nicely - the tip knocking against your clit. 
“if you don’t fuck me right now i am going to-” your hips stop moving again.
“you’re not going to do anything because you’re not the one in control here.” his lips twitch a little, he has to bite his bottom lip to keep from saying something. you were one more silent strike away from having your control ripped away. 
“good boy.” cheol can’t help the small whine that leaves him at the praise. one thing that he will always admit is that you’re so hot when you praise him and he can’t help but melt every time. he relaxes back into the bed, allowing you to rock your hips again, your quiet whimpers music to his ears. it didn’t take long for you to get tired of the slow grinding, you needed more relief and with a new found determination you sat up on your knees.
you reach down to grab his cock that was warm and heavy in your hand. the sheer girth of it would be intimidating if you haven’t taken every inch down to the hilt a million times already. your fingertips don’t even touch as you squeeze gently, seungcheols eyes roll a little as he moans lowly at the feeling. 
“fuck.” he breathes out when you start to pump your hands, precum leaking out of the tip. gently you swipe your thumb through the pearlescent liquid causing your boyfriend to moan louder, his head falling deeper into the pillows. you swipe your thumb a little harder as you squeeze him tighter in your hands, a quiet giggle leaving you when he tugs on the restraints around his hands as he groans, his head tilting down so he can watch you.
“getting impatient?” your eyebrows raise as you move to rub the tip of his cock against your clit before moving it towards your entrance where your pussy swallows the head instantly. your eyes flutter as you bite your lip hard to keep the loud moan from slipping out as you let gravity take its course as you sit down on his cock. 
“i’m not the only impatient one,” he groans as he bucks his hips up to help you bottom out quicker. “fuck, you took me all without any prep.” his eyes were a little worried as he watched your shift around a little with your eyes squeezed shut tightly. the stretch definitely burned, you haven’t been stuffed this full in a long time, none of the toys you owned compared to seungcheol who nestled perfectly against your cervix and stretched you open as wide as a monster can. 
“feels so good,” you whine after adjusting to having him inside of you. rocking your hips experimentally your nails dig into his stomach where his muscles are tensing - he was willing away the orgasm that was right there. “fill me up so perfectly cheollie.” he can’t help but whimper at the nickname, his hips snapping up into yours causing you to jump forward a little. 
“fuck you feel so perfect around me baby,” he groans as he keeps rocking his hips up into yours, his feet planted on the bed so he has a better angle. “god, i’m not gonna last long like this.” his head falls back as his hands grip at his restraints. you let him rock his hips into yours a couple more times before you’re moving forward enough that his cock slips out, but his hips keep bucking up trying to chase your warmth. “wha-“
“you’re not gonna get to cum if you keep acting like you’re in control.” you’re finally able to catch your breath - not that it lasts long because just as the words leave your mouth there’s a loud snap as seungcheol breaks out of his restraints (effectively breaking the eighth headboard that year). you just hit strike three. 
“whos in fucking control?” he gets you pinned in the blink of an eye, the weight he puts on your thighs is enough to keep you in place as he gets his hands out of the rope so he can tie yours to one of the bed posts at the foot of the bed. 
“cheol-“ 
“i don’t want to hear it, you’re a brat you know that?” he cocks his eyebrow at you, challenging you to bite back at him like he’s so sure you’re going to do. 
“but-“ 
“where the fuck is your gag.” he gets up off the bed to go find the little red gag he likes to shove in your mouth. 
“cheollie please.” you try to reason with him, a pout on your face and arousal dripping all over the bed.
“color?” he stops in his tracks to look over his shoulder at you. 
“green.” you smile sweetly at him. 
“good,” he grins back before he’s holding up the gag. “any last words princess?” 
“fuck me hard please?” you give him your best puppy dog eyes before opening your mouth to let him secure the gag. 
“we’ll see if you deserve to get fucked after the shit you pulled tonight.” the harsh words were back as he went back to where he grabbed the gag, coming back a minute later with headphones and the pretty lace he likes to blindfold you with. “are these ok?” you nod your head in excitement as you lift your head allowing him to secure the lace around your eyes, you could barely see his outline as you settle back against the bed. the headphones were soundproof so the only thing you had to go off of was his touch on your body and a fuzzy silhouette. 
seungcheol knew his limits and he knew how vulnerable you were like this. he knew what was good to do like this and what wasn’t, the boundaries set for sense deprivation played in his mind as he slowly ghosted his fingers up your stomach watching the goosebumps rise. 
he wanted to ruin you, just like how you wanted to ruin him. he knew when he agreed to let you dom tonight and you brought the ropes out that he wasn’t going to get pampered in the way he thought - not that he minded because seeing you so reactive to him right now was so much better in his mind. 
his fingers ghosted down your stomach towards your dripping cunt and the way your legs instantly parted had him chuckling to himself. he let his fingers wander down to your swollen clit where he rubs slow circles, a muffled moan leaves you as your back arches. he’s quick to pull his fingers away as he pushes you flat against the bed again. 
seungcheol thought you were finally going to behave since he was being so nice with your punishment, but boy was he wrong. slowly your foot had crept up his inner thigh, catching him off guard a little before he grabbed your ankle and pushed your leg to the side so you’re spread wider for him, giving him the perfect opening to smack at your clit. it wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make you jolt and whine around the gag. 
“such a brat.” he mumbles to himself as he sits back on his heels after setting your foot back on the bed. he watches as you use your foot to try and find him, it taps around on the bed but he sits just out of your reach. 
shaking his head, a loving smile on his face he sits up on his knees so he can untie the rope from around his body. as much as he loved it he needed it gone if he wanted to feel every inch of your body against his. once he is free from the rope he moves around so he’s comfortably on his hands and knees right in front of where you’re laying. 
i’m an effort to not startle you, he gently ghosts his fingers over your calf before he’s leaning down to kiss where he just touched. your body stills as you relax at feeling him again, you stay in place as you let him work his way up your body. his lips leave a warm trail up your legs and over your thighs as he skips over kissing near your cunt, instead jumping straight to your tummy where he kisses from one hip to the other before he slowly makes his way up to the valley between your breasts. he kisses between them and up to your neck, only stopping once he makes it to your cheek. 
by this point his body is draped over yours, his cock sitting against your wet cunt as he kisses the other cheek so he can trail back down your body, kissing everywhere that he didn’t kiss the first time until he’s at your other calf. 
“so pretty.” he whispers against your calf before he’s sitting back to assess what he wants to do next. subconsciously his hands rub at your calves, messaging them gently - only when you whimper does he get an idea. 
slowly he pushes your legs together so your thighs are squished together. from there he pushes your legs up until you’re almost folded in half, your ankles held together in one hand. using his free hand cheol reaches up to push one of the headphone muffs off your ear. 
“are you ok still? is this ok?” you nod your head while trying to mumble out a ‘yes’ before he readjusts the muff on your ear. he readjusts himself so he’s comfortably lined up with your thighs while making sure you’re comfortable as well. 
with his empty hand he grabs the base of his cock and gives it a couple pumps before he’s rubbing the tip along the middle of your thighs before he slowly pushes between them. your arousal made them slick enough for him to comfortably slide between them as he started to thrust his hips. 
“fuck.” he grunts to himself as he picks up speed. he wasn’t going to last long, he was so pent up and he just wanted release - so he rocks his hips faster. he lets your ankles go allowing your legs to rest on his shoulders as he uses his hands to push your thighs together more to give him more stimulation. 
he groans and whimpers as his eyebrows knit together. his mouth fell open as his hips stuttered as he unloaded his hot cum all over your stomach. the way you whimpered, goosebumps rising on your skin and your back arching off the bed at the warm feeling on your skin. 
seungcheol pants quietly as he lets your legs go, he rubs gently at your hips knowing that folding you like that took its toll on the joints there. humming quietly to himself he scoops some of the cum off your stomach so he can push it into your tight cunt. he pumps his cum into you slowly, enjoying the way your plush walls felt around his pointer and kindle finger. 
“you feel so good around my fingers baby,” he smiles to himself as he trails the other hand up your stomach, smearing the cum all over you till he groped at your left tit, squeezing it and rolling his thumb over your nipple as he continues to pump his fingers slowly in and out of you. 
as much as he wanted to fuck your properly, he also had to put you in your place. he could be cruel most nights, but to turn he was being nice and rewarding you with his fingers, allowing you to have some of his cum and an orgasm - but only because it had been so long. 
just like him your orgasm was fast approaching, and sure you were stretched out on his cock but it was still satisfying as your back arched. this time he didn’t push you back down against the mattress as he kept playing with your nipple and fingering you slowly, his thumb rubbing on your clit. finally, like clockwork, the coil snapped in your stomach as you clenched around his fingers. he helped you ride your orgasm out before he pulled his fingers out to lick them clean, both of your juices mixed on his tongue.
“fuck.” he groans at the taste before he’s moving to hover over your body again. your legs part instantly against as he settles between them so he can lay against you, his lips attached to your neck as he leaves wet kisses everywhere. 
you nose against his hair as he kisses and sucks gently at your neck, his body warm against yours as he lays against you. you can’t help but take in a deep breath, whimpering quietly when you realize he’s wearing your favorite cologne, it was faded at this point - hence why you couldn’t smell it until now, but it was still there enough for you to squeeze your legs around his waist. 
“no no no,”  he mumbles against your neck. he sits up to rub at the sides of your legs.l before he’s pulling the headphones off your head. “not tonight.” you weren’t able to argue back so you squeeze your legs tighter, trying to get him to give in when he feels the warmth of your cunt nuzzled up to the underside of his half hard cock.
“you’re covered in cum, and we didn’t put another blanket down so it’s gonna soak into the mattress if i don’t get you cleaned up and these sheets off.” he mumbles as he rubs his hands up your waist before he’s reaching up to pull the gag off, smiling when you take a deep breath instead of fighting him. 
“but i asked so nicely for you to fuck me hard.” there’s the little brat he loves so much. 
“not tonight, this was a punishment, remember? be happy that i even gave you my cum let alone an orgasm.” he grunts quietly when you tug him closer with your legs. “stop that.” he pulls the blind fold off of you before he leans over you to untie your hands.
“you’re wearing my favorite cologne.” you mumble, you wanted to argue more with him some more, wanting him to fuck you stupid. 
“i’ve worn it everyday since being away from you,” he helped you sit up as he fixed your hair enough for it to stay out of your eyes. “it reminded me of you.” he smiles before leaning down to kiss you. 
“i love you.” you mumble against his lips when he pulls away. 
“i love you too princess,” he kisses you again. “now let’s get you cleaned up.” 
when you woke up the next morning without cheol next to you, you couldn’t help but pout. sighing as you sit up, the apartment was cold as you grumpily threw the blankets off of you. 
“of course he went to practice today, he’s been home not even a full twenty four hours and he’s already ditching me to-“ your ramble was cut off when you saw the stack of clothes sitting on the dresser with a note on top. 
‘get comfy and text me when you’re awake princess’ singed cheollie. 
that fucker was so going to get it later when he got home, you thought to yourself as you put his hoodie and oversized sweats in (thank god for a drawstring). throwing the hood over your head you couldn’t help but smile when you realized the hoody was sprayed (freshly) in your favorite cologne. the undertones of sweet blackberries has you squealing as you go to curl up on the couch to text cheol that you’re awake. 
sure he wasn’t there with you right now but that didn’t stop him from spoiling you, he ordered you breakfast and even threw in extras of your favorites after you told him you were still pretty sore even though he was barely in you for a couple minutes. 
did you want to spend the whole day with your boyfriend after he spent months abroad? yes. did you understand how important his job was and how much it meant to him? also yes. it’s why you put up with being alone all day, cuddled up in his clothes, covered in his cologne. 
so when he got home later that night, tired and covered in sweat you were quick to drag him to the couch. you straddled his lap and ran your fingers through his semi damp hair, asking quietly about his day. 
“i’m tired,” he mumbles as he looks up at you with so much love in his eyes. his hands rested on your waist as he rubbed and kneaded gently at the fabric covered flesh. “we have to leave soon again, you know that right? only for a couple days but we’ll be out of the country.”
“i know,” you pout a little as you settle in his lap. “that’s why i want to spend as much time as i can with you before then.” you start to rock your hips gently, after last night you were still very needy. 
“does that include fucking me whenever you can too?” he tilts his head as he gives you a big smile, one that showed off his dimples. 
“maybe..” you mumble, your cheeks heating up when cheol moves his hands to grope at your ass, squeezing it as he helps you rock against his hardening cock. 
“you’re so cute when you’re needy,” he mumbles lowly before he’s leaning down to kiss you. it was safe to say he was needy too as he leans back into the couch, bringing you with him as he kisses you harder. “just wanna be inside you now.” you giggle quietly when you pull away from his lips. he huffs as he tries to follow your lips, not wanting to be away from you for long either. 
“i need to take my pants off.” you wiggle out of his lap, earning you a scowl as he watches you untie the sweats slowly. “don’t look at me like that.” 
“i’m going to rip those fucking pants off you if you don’t get back in my lap right now and ride me till you’re filled with my cum.” it was safe to say you’ve never moved quicker in your life, the pants were thrown somewhere behind you as you settled back in his lap, his own pants were pushed down allowing his cock to be free. 
“suck a pretty dick.” you mumble as you watch him stroke it a couple times before running the tip through your folds. you bite your lip and whine quietly as you rest your hands on his shoulders to give you some stability as he pushes into you slowly, this time allowing you to adjust as he slowly bottoms out. 
“fuck, so tight,”  he groans as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. “and all for me.” you whine quietly.
“all you’re cheollie,” you bury your face in his neck when you experimentally rock your hips. “only yours.” 
“good,” he grunts as he lets you take the reins in setting the pace, allowing you to have that ounce of control because physically he was tired and just wanted to relax while you rode him. “all mine, just like i’m all yours.” he kisses the side of your head before you pick up your pace, your hips bouncing slowly as you find a rhythm you like. 
considering you were already dripping by the time he got home and he was pent up with frustrations from practice you both didn’t need a lot before you were falling apart. your hips rocked and bounced and circled around on cheols as you felt the muscles in his body relax and tense up again when his orgasm came crashing over him like a tidal wave. 
“fuck, y/n.” he moans as he squeezes you tighter in his arms, your hips unrelenting as you simultaneously helped him ride out his orgasm while chasing yours. 
your lips left open mouth kisses on his neck much like he did with you last night, your fingers tangled in the hairs at the base of his neck as your moans got whinier, breathier. you were determined to milk him dry. even when your hips started to feel sore you refused to stop moving your hips, wanting to ride till you were sure you were stuffed full. 
cheols face was buried in your shoulder as he pushed you down on his cock one last time before he stilled you, the overstimulation was making him go fuzzy with warmth. he holds you in place like that for a couple minutes, allowing you to messily leave love bites all over his neck till he was sure the makeup artist was going to hate him come time to perform in a couple days. 
“i’ve missed you, did i ever tell you that yesterday?” cheol finally speaks when you finish sucking at his neck. 
“yes, a million times as you walked through the door.” you giggle, squealing when he stands up abruptly, his softening cock slipping out causing a mix of your cum to drop down your thighs and into his shirt. 
“well i’m going to tell you a million more times as we go shower and have dinner.” he smiles as he kisses your cheek before hoisting you up higher in his arms so he can reach down and fix his pants enough so they don’t fall and trip him as he carries you to the bathroom. 
and as he starts the shower and undresses you he mumbles a million ‘i missed you’’s and while you pee, before stepping into the shower, he orders you guys dinner that’ll hopefully arrive just as you guys are finishing up. (it might get cold sitting outside the door though because cheol underestimates just how insatiable you both as as he fucks tou properly up against the glass shower door).
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002. HELLO?
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warnings: none!!!!
authors note: oooo it’s getting cray cray guys…insane even….also r just means reader 😓
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“HEY! YOU TWO! STOP THAT.”
you hear your gym teacher yell from across the track, a disappointed look on his face.
you finally disconnected your lips from abbys, looking back at her absolutely mortified.
abby looked…unnervingly casual. her eyebrows were slightly raised, eyes open wide and mouth slightly agape.
“that was-um”
not letting her finish her sentence, you immediately started running away from her, back into the gymnasium.
“HEY-“
her words are cut off by the door slamming behind you, quick footsteps moving you towards the bathroom.
mina followed behind you, mouthing a small apology to abby before going after you.
abby just stood there, in the middle of the track, lips slightly shiny from your lipgloss.
she wiped her chin off, and tried to process what the fuck just happened.
and before she could, ellie was storming towards her.
“anderson, what the fuck is your problem? we’re broken up for not even two weeks and you make a move on my girl?” ellie angrily huffed, crossing her arms in front of her.
“hey, she kissed me first.”
abby replied, slightly confused by ellies words.
“oh fuck off abby, you’re just doing this to be a bitch. you don’t need to drag her into our stupid shit.”
“doing what?”
ellie scoffed before rolling her eyes and walking away, leaving abby in even more confusion.
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“r, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”
mina had finally caught up to you, stopping to catch her breath and putting her hands on her knees and crouching over.
you had made it to the bathroom, standing inside a stall freaking-the-fuck out.
you stay silent, body stiffening at the sound of her voice.
“i know its you, i can see your shoes.”
you sigh in defeat and walk out of the stall, walking over to mina and leaning on the sink.
“….soooo….”
“mina im literally gonna die. right now. in this nasty-ass bathroom. i’m never showing my face in public again.”
you run your hands down your face before resting them on top of your head
“okay, i don’t think thats gonna happe-”
“how do you know? i feel like im having an actual heart attack right now. WHY DID I DO THAT???”
“you can’t ask me, im not the one who did it!!”
she’s sitting on the bathroom counter, slightly swinging her feet and resting her weight on her hands, planted on her sides.
you turn and look at her with a pathetic frown on your face,arms crossed in front of you.
“now i have to move countries and change my name and hide from abby forever and mina im DYING.”
“okay……i was gonna say you’re being dramatic but maybe you arent.”
“not helping.” :(
she thinks for a second before talking again.
“well, she didn’t seem mad.”
she honestly didn’t. and it was WEIRD!!!!
“but ellie did.”
which wasn’t as weird.
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you spent the rest of the day hiding in your hoodie, shrinking your presence even more than before. abby wasn’t lying when she said you had similar schedules. she didn’t confront you or anything, and she didn’t really say anything to you, she just looked at you a few times in class. and every time she did, you hid your face in your arms on your desk.
god, she probably thinks im insane.
i really hope she didn’t say anything to any-
“can we go home? i don’t wanna live in this car.”
you’re snapped out of your daze by your sister, kitty, still wearing a helmet,making you tighten your grip on the steering wheel.
“sorry.” you dryly reply, moving the gear stick to reverse.
“are you good? you’re being way quiet today….it’s weird. you’re usually like constantly annoying me-“
“im fine, don’t worry about it.”
she simply shrugs and goes back on her phone.
you start reversing the car, and nearly have a heart attack when you almost run someone over.
“HEY!”
you hear a voice thats all too familiar , turning around to see abby behind your car.
she wastes no time walking to your window, and you unwillingly roll down your window.
“im really sorry i didn’t mean to-“
“you messing with me or something today baker?”
she chuckles, resting her arms on your open window. too close for comfort.
you nervously laugh in response, an awkward smile plastered on your face.
“whos this?” abby motions to your sister in the passenger seat.
“oh uhm..my sister-“
“kitty. who are you?”
she interrupts you, giving abby a questioning look.
“abby. nice helmet, i should’ve had one.”
kitty and abby both laugh, and you want to sink into your seat right then and there.
“im really sorry abby, i didn’t mean to.”
“well, maybe check your rear mirrors more. i gotta go. maybe don’t hit me this time?”
abby moves herself off the window, hand resting on her bag strap. you offer another laugh.
“bye abby.”
abby gives the both of you a small wave before walking away. you wait until she’s completely gone to finally back out of your parking spot and start driving, nerves still a wreck.
“oooooo you have a girlfriend!!!”
kitty giggles, staring at you.
“shes not my- we’re friends.”
yeah, your friend who you just kissed in the middle of the track field.
“isn’t that what ellie said to y-“
“KITTY.”
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♩♪♩♬. hello?
you felt the wind on your face, pedaling your bike down the street. despite it still being august, it was cold and foggy outside, painting the streets in various shades of grey and dark green. thats seattle for you.
you finally reach your destination, popping out the kickstand and setting down your bike on the pavement.
the door of the diner chimes when you push it open, the bells hung on the corner ringing. you sit down at the long table by the window, setting down your backpack on the table. you come there a lot. to get away from your house, to calm down, to do homework, and you used to come here with ellie.
“long time no see.”
your favorite waitress, joyce, walks up behind you.
you turn around and smile at her, feeling at ease with her presence.
“yeah, i’ve been kinda busy.” you lie.
“where’s your friend?”
‘friend’. she was talking about ellie. the slight mention of her makes your stomach churn.
“oh uh…we’re not really friends anymore.”
you say, smile falling.
“oh, thats a shame. you just want your shirley? or something different?”
she replies, smiling back at you.
“the shirleys fine, thanks.”
she nodded and walked away. you felt like you were going back into your dramatic-phase, feeling your chest tighten at the mention of ellie.
the two of you went here almost every day after school. it started because you didn’t want kitty bothering you while the both of you studied, but you two just liked the atmosphere. it was a pretty old diner, having been there since wayyy before you both were born. all of the decor was red white and blue, and it looked straight out of a 50’s movie. you usually just got drinks (your shirley temple, and ellies cherry coke), but you’d occasionally get some fries or a burger if you were hungry. they have the best burgers. you both just sat and talked to each other for hours. time had always seemed to slow when you were with her, she’s just so easy to talk to. about school, family stuff, shows you both liked, and of course ellie loved talking about random space facts and stuff about dinosaurs, casually slipping them into conversations. you always listened tho, cuz it was her.
you feel that same weight in your stomach you always did when you thought about you and ellie, face slightly falling into a pout. your daydreaming is interrupted by joyce bringing you over your drink, setting it down with a smile. you thank her and finally stop thinking about ellie, instead pulling out your folder and starting on your calculus homework. mr renee had a reputation for assigning homework on the first day. asshole.
you put on your headphones and started working, stopping to take a sip of your drink every once in a while. you’re almost finished when you feel someone standing behind you.
“r?”
your headphones hide her voice, but you turn around to face her, pulling them onto your shoulders.
and low and behold, its abby.
why? she’s never been here before. did she find me or something?
“hey.” she spoke, a small grin on her face.
“how did you know i was here?” you question , a confused look on your face.
“i have my sources.” she replies, sitting down on the stool next to you.
you slightly raise your brow at her, but try to brush it off.
maybe she just…saw me in the window.
theres an awkward silence between the two of you for a moment, abby tapping her fingers on the table, and you pretending to look at your homework.
“i think you already know what im gonna ask about.”
your face suddenly goes hot, and you start fidgeting with your hands. shit.
“i’m really sorry abby, i just…..”
you hesitated, not wanting to continue your sentence.
“just what? wanted a kiss? yknow, you could’ve asked me.”
you slightly chuckle at her reply, becoming a liiiittle more at ease. she’s joking!!
“…i was trying to make someone jealous. its kinda stupid, i know. my brain just….didn’t work as fast as my body.”
“who were you trying to make jealous?”
“….ellie.” you replied, finally looking at her.
she laughed, almost too loud, and a proud smile appeared on her face.
“that’s where i remember you from, you’re ellies girl.”
“was.” you utter.
she doesn’t remember me from being in the same school for 6 years? ouch.
“well, good. shes a piece of shit anyways, i don’t know why you even got with her in the first place.”
she replies, smug as ever.
“yeah, guess it was a stupid decision.”
you chuckle, staring down at your hands.
“i’ve made a lot of stupid decisions too.”
abby says, noticing how your face slightly fell with your response.
“like what?” you ask, looking back up at her.
“yknow nora?”
you nod, waiting for her elaboration.
“we dated for a while, then i caught her with owen at a party. owen. like, are you serious???”
“dude, that’s brutal. same thing happened to me with ellie. but like….it thankfully was not owen.” you reply, slightly laughing. you feel a sense of relief washing over you now that the awkward atmosphere is gone.
abby stops for a second, looking like she’s thinking about something.
“okay, i have an idea, but its like….kinda crazy.”
“what is it?”
“what if we like…pretended we were dating?”
“seriously?”
“why not? you can make ellie jealous, and i can make nora jealous. kill two birds with one stone.”
you hesitate for a second. ellies already mad, why not make her even more upset?
“yknow what? yeah, we should.”
abby smiles at you, and you return it with a grin.
“you hungry?”
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“a contract? really?”
abby laughed, grabbing a fry and dipping before taking a bite.
“hey, we’re being professional!”
you joke, pulling out your notebook and a pen. the two of you had been talking for almost an hour, and eating the burgers abby ordered for you. the conversation went by so easily, the two of you plotting your amazing plan and joking the whole time. the table was filled with laughs and smiles, and you felt the same warmth you always did in this diner.
“alright then ms. businesswoman, what’re you gonna put on it?”
abby questioned you, taking the last sip of her shirley temple. what a copycat!!!
“hm…..okay, number one, no kissing.”
abby put on a fake pout and looked back at you.
“aw man, i wanted another one!”
you both giggled, and you wrote down the words on the paper.
“only if absolutely necessary.”
“when is kissing someone necessary?”
“sometimes you just gotta.”
abby lets out a small chuckle, and eats another fry.
“you can put your hand in my back pocket. ‘s more romantic.”
“why that?”
“like in sixteen candles!”
“…what is that?”
“oh my gosh, you’ve never seen sixteen candles?”
“nuh uh.” her words are muffled as she eats another fry.
“im putting that in the contract.”
abby rolls her eyes jokingly.
“okay…number two, no snitching.”
“rule one of fight club, don’t talk about fight club.”
you slightly raise your brow at her, not understanding the reference.
“seriously? you’ve never seen fight club?”
you shake your head no.
“put that on there too.”
you write down ‘sixteen candles/fight club double feature’ on the paper, with a smiley face next to it.
“i could write you notes? i said i’d do that for nora, but i forgot.”
“you gonna forget again?” you question, raising an eyebrow.
“i won’t. i promise.”
you write down the rule, taking a sip of your drink.
“andddd you have to go my games.” abby added.
of course ms. star lacrosse player needed you at her games. did you understand lacrosse at all? absolutely not. but she didn’t need to know that!
you scribbled it down on the paper, nodding to abby.
“and parties.”
“am i your trophy wife or something?”
“hey, we aren’t fake-married yet.”
you both erupt into laughter, the sound echoing through the almost empty diner.
“fine, you have to drive me and kitty to school.”
“oh? you’re an amazing driver, why don’t you wanna drive yourself?”
you roll your eyes at her sarcasm, writing down the rule underneath the one before.
“anddd one last thing. ski trip.”
every year , your school brought the seniors on a ski trip. its an overnight trip in the mountains, and it was notorious for students sneaking out and partying. (and hooking up.) it was later in the year, during winter.
“you think we’re still gonna be doing this by then?”
“hey, you never know.”
abby shrugs, and you write down ‘SKI TRIP’ in big letters on the paper. you write both of your names on the paper, and a line next to them to sign it.
“here.” you pass the paper and pen over to abby.
she signs her name before passing the paper back to you, letting you sign yours.
“you promise you wont break the contact?” you say, holding out a pinky towards abby.
abby lets out a light chuckle.
“promise.” she replies, before interlocking your pinkies.
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