#i have to wait a few more weeks for my hair to get bleached so it doesn't get damaged

[javigutierrez]

Are you alright, Honey?

Javi Gutierrez x afab!reader oneshot

Summary: You’re going on a long weekend with your gorgeous new boyfriend, and after a day of unresolved sexual tension out on a roadtrip you’re ready to jump him the second you get home. Unless he finds a movie at the gas station he had been looking for for years and he wants to watch it with you. Will you be able to mask your desire for him, to enjoy a movie that means so much to him? (Spoiler alert no you won’t)

Rating & Word count: Explicit | ~8500 words

Warnings/tags: fluffffff, freshly established relationship, pining like whoa, very explicit smut, f!oral, f!fingering, tons of nipple play, non-penetrative sex (sumata ig?), unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, allusions to squirting, pleasure dom!Javi vibes, tw alcohol, tw food mention, Javi is a major dumb of ass but he makes up for it, reader has female genitalia, some boobs, and long enough hair to tuck it behind their ear but no other descriptions (let me know if you find anything else!), no age references

A/N: Here it is, after years of contemplating I'm posting my first fanfic in 12 years and my first fanfic in English ever. Please be kind, English is not my first language ❤ This is a huge thing to me, and I wouldn't have been able to get there without the help and encouragement of my lovely friends - I owe a kidney to @psychedelic-ink and @shellshocklove for their tremendous help as my betas, and to @iamasaddie @perotovar @chronically-ghosted @wannab-urs for listening to my bitching and moaning along the way and still staying my loyal cheerleaders 🥺 The whole idea popped into my mind like a movie while editing this gifset (which was inspired by @prolix-yuy’s Javi story, so special thanks to LJ 🥰), that 5th gif corrupting my mind for the next 2,5 months and this was the only way I could finally get it out of my system. 🤡 I hope you'll enjoy it! ❤

This was quite an eventful day. You spent your whole day out with Javi, having a road trip at Côte d’Azur. After a little bit more than a month of dating you had decided to go on a long weekend together, choosing the French coastlines. You had been absolutely amazed by the experience; clear azure waves embracing golden shores, the streets of seaside towns winding through history with beautiful architecture and warm colours, mountain tops lurking on the horizon behind the town. After Javi had told you he would get you into the Cannes movie festival, you were already talking about coming back for a few days. 

The sights were unbelievable and the food was delectable, but what really made the trip unforgettable was your new boyfriend. Spending time with Javi was so easy. With him, all your anxiety washed away - his sweet and caring personality was like a soothing balm for your soul, and with his fun-loving side, you really felt like living your life to the fullest. Not to mention how he showed his true colors in the bedroom. Absolutely devoted to your pleasure, he could be worshipping you, making you feel like a goddess, other times he would make you beg, then shower you with praises while he was giving you exactly what you needed. Who would have thought only a few weeks before, when​ you had started chatting with a stranger waiting in line at the cinema, that he would sweep you off of your feet almost immediately and turn your life upside down in the best way possible? 

There you were right now, coming home from another amazing day spent with him, laughing with him, staring at his profile while he was driving, smoothing out his sun-bleached locks tangled up by the wind in the cabrio while he was looking at you all doe-eyed and dopey-smiled. You were holding his hand, feeling his hand on your bare thigh, resting at the hem of your bunched-up sundress comfortably and sometimes you had caught him looking at you with the same intensity. It was safe to say, by the time you got in the car to get home you were ready to jump him. 

There was only one tiny thing you hadn’t calculated for when you had been planning your night (or rather imagining it dreamily from all angles): finding a DVD at a gas station. When his eyes fell on the item, he’d looked confused for a few seconds, but then taking it from the shelf and reading the cover his face lit up like a child’s in a candy store. 

As it turned out, it was an indie French movie he had watched with his parents back when he was young and they had been on a holiday. They had rarely spent quality time together, so he cherished those few occasions he’d felt like he belonged to an ordinary, loving family. He remembered the time fondly and he always wanted to find the movie because of the nostalgia of it all, but he had forgotten the title and didn’t know the actors, so after a lot of unsuccessful attempts, he’d given up trying. 

“Can we watch this tonight? Please?” He looked at you with big brown eyes, enveloping the DVD in his hands, (dwarfing it, really) and pressing it to his heart. And how could you say no to him? If he looked at you like that, you would have agreed to watch a 10-hour-long film about paint drying on a wall. 

“Of course, Javi,” you smiled at him gently, your heart melting from his child-like joy as you watched him gallop to the cashier to pay for the gas and the DVD. You pushed the slight disappointment of not being able to climb this gorgeous goofball of a man as soon as you get home, to the back of your mind. 

At the end of the day, you were genuinely happy to just spend time with him. You blamed your hormones and the fact that you were still in the honeymoon phase for being pent up all day. You couldn’t help it, but you are a big girl in an adult relationship, you decided, you can have one night without having sex with this tall, broad, gentle but surprisingly strong, passionate, generous, highly skilled–

“Let’s go!” he urged you with an adorable grin and shining eyes, grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the gas station. Your heart swelled from the sight. Yes, you can have a peaceful night if it makes him happy, and you will be just as hyped to watch the movie as him. It did seem like a good movie based on the cover, and you knew it meant the world to him, so you wouldn’t spoil his fun with your neediness. 

By the time you got back to your rented house, it was already dark, and the early autumn weather had gotten a bit more chilly. Javi practically jumped out of the car (but still rushed to your side to open your door). 

You agreed that you would prepare the snacks and set up the TV, while he would start the fireplace and get a bottle of wine from the cellar. He gave you a soft peck on your lips, one hand resting on the back of your neck, then he pretty much ran to the cellar - you think you even heard him giggling on his way. His enthusiasm was infectious, even though you’d never even heard about the movie before, now you were excited to watch it.

When you found out how to get the DVD to work Javi was already tinkling with the logs on the fireplace, a bottle of wine with two glasses on the kitchen counter already. You let yourself get lost in the sight for a good minute, your cavewoman brain activated by looking at him focusing on his task with his arms flexing, but then you shook yourself from your reveries, going to the American-style kitchen to put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and wash some grapes, then putting the wine on the coffee table next to the couch.

You couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at him. His short-sleeved shirt was now unbuttoned, hanging on his shoulders and your eyes fell on his white tank top straining over his torso. He seemed especially broad like this, and you couldn’t wait to cuddle with him and bury your face in his chest, kissing over the constellations of freckles on his shoulders and chest you were so familiar with by now.  

Once the fire was lighting, he looked at you proudly and you beamed back at him. The more his eyes were on you, the more his look grew softer. His gaze full of adoration made butterflies whoosh in your stomach - you were overwhelmed by emotions for this man, sometimes it even made you scared of falling too hard. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with watching this movie tonight, cariño?” He asked tenderly, his voice raspy and deep. He walked up to you to put his hands on your waist, caressing you with his thumbs and lowering his head to really look into your eyes. “I know these four days are supposed to be about the two of us.” There was no hurt or any malice in his voice, he was ready to drop the plan the second you said so. It felt like he was staring into your soul and suddenly you felt guilty. You obviously didn’t try hard enough to support him if he felt the need to ask and that made your guts tie up in a knot. You put your hands on the sides of his neck, then lowered them to his shoulders, then his chest. You never broke eye contact.

“Honey, I’m absolutely sure. We had a long day so a movie night is perfect to wind down and this movie seems super interesting! I swear, I can’t wait to start it already!” You rose on your tiptoes and laid an innocent kiss on his lips. He didn’t let you go, holding your face to deepen the kiss and a zap ran through your body as his tongue slipped between your lips to taste you. 

You felt his little huff on your upper lip, and you couldn’t resist the quiet moan that escaped your throat. The sound somewhat sobered you up, and you broke the kiss, feeling a little dizzy. He opened his eyes slowly, looking a bit disheveled himself. You had a mission to accomplish, you couldn’t get distracted all the time… you went back up just to give a small kiss on the tip of his nose, which made him smile bashfully, his eyes crinkling adorably. 

“Come on baby, let’s start it!” 

You grabbed the snacks, but he took them from you with a kiss on your temple, and you both headed to the couch. He put the snacks down on the table and plopped down on the L-shaped furniture as you went on a quick round to light some candles around the room, bathing it in warm colours. You started with the candles in the back and as you worked your way back up you caught him pouring wine into your glasses, then he started to explore the menu of the DVD to set up an English subtitle. With a small sigh, you allowed yourself to indulge yourself in his sight one last time while you were finishing up the candles. 

He quite literally took your breath away. His lovely locks you adored to bury your hands into so much, his eyes sparkling from the TV’s light and crinkled with a smile he probably didn’t even notice he had on his face. Your eyes followed the curve of his prominent nose and fell on his lips under his neat mustache. Those pouty lips... you had some vivid memories involving them. The man might look innocent, but he sure knew how to do sin when he wanted to. 

He leaned back with his legs propped up and reached out to you. You climbed on top of him and nestled yourself into his chest. He held you close to him, situating himself so you were sitting between his legs, resting your back on his chest. 

“Ready, cariño?” He hummed into your neck, pressing a small kiss there. Your blood sizzled under your sensitive skin. 

“Never been more ready! Let’s go!”

Javi started the movie and scooted even closer to you, if possible. Strong arms resting on your stomach, caging you in, he nuzzled your neck with a low hum, leaving a trail of kisses up your jaw, finishing with the softest of kisses on your cheek. You felt intoxicated, despite the untouched glasses on the table. His warmth was making your whole body melt, the way his chest rose and fell rhythmically behind you soothed you, and his cologne filled your nostrils with something warm and spicy and citrusy. But below all those layers it smelled uniquely like him, perfectly complementing his perfume. You would recognize it anywhere, after so many times of tasting his skin all over his body – it was the perfect concoction.

He was none the wiser about your… rather delicate situation, eyes glued to the screen, hands absentmindedly caressing your hips and stomach. You tried to focus on the movie, and you were able to catch glimpses of it and laugh at the jokes, but his touches kept distracting you. More often than not you caught yourself looking at his sinewy forearms, the golden watch on his wrist, and the ring on his pinky catching on your dress from time to time. You slowly traced the veins on his arms, and as you tried to focus on the screen again you played with the edges of his watch and ring. He gently caught your hand, intertwining your fingers and raising it to his face for a kiss on your knuckles. 

“Some wine?” He murmured sometime later. 

You were grateful for the opportunity, slightly going mad from the tension as you were stewing in your juices. He barely finished his question, you were already leaning for the glasses, handing him one. “Oo-kay,” he chuckled at your enthusiasm, albeit a little confused by your behaviour. He paused the movie and sat up at the corner of the couch. You were still between his legs, but you both positioned yourself to turn to each other more at the corner. His left hand held the glass, and his right was on your waist, keeping you close to him. His eyes were glazed over looking at your face and you could only imagine how ridiculously smitten you must have looked like. 

“For this perfect day, and for the unexpected gifts it has brought us,” he said, raising his glass. 

“For this perfect day, that is about to get even better,” you answered, making him grin with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

You clinked your glasses and raised it to your lips, him barely tasting the wine through a sip, while you downed the whole glass. Leaning back against the backrest of the couch, you tried to look put together. The taste really was divine, and you had hoped it would help to calm your nerves a bit. Javi was visibly amused looking at you.

“You liked it, huh, cariño?” He asked, getting your glasses and putting them on the table leaning over your legs. 

You giggled in response, smiling shyly at him with a small shrug, “It tasted amazing, Javi. It was a great choice.” 

“I knew you would love this. Say the word and a box of these will be at my house by the time we get home,” he said, as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears and kept his hand on the side of your face. 

“Consider it said.” You winked at him and he breathed out a silent laugh, but he tilted his head a little with a small frown between his brows, seemingly inspecting you. You had a feeling you had looked a bit nervous, only because you’d tried to clumsily mask your desire for him, wanting to give this night to him to enjoy a movie that meant so much to him but… you clearly weren’t succeeding. You knew he was about to ask you about it, so instead you grabbed the remote before he could speak. 

“Shall we?” You asked nonchalantly. 

His hand dropped from your face. “Of course,” he said. 

He shook his head a little, failing at figuring you out as he leaned back on the couch. You laid down in front of him so you could continue watching the movie while he spooned you, and pressed the play button. You’d hoped that with this new pose, there would be less temptation as you’re not laying on him anymore, but boy, were you wrong. 

He hoisted you closer to his body, his hand splayed out on your stomach, and kept you there, almost protectively. Staring at it, you dumbly wondered about how much smaller your torso looked under his hand than your own and that activated something primal in your mind again. You felt his crotch pressed up to your ass, and though he wasn’t hard, it made your cunt throb around nothing. It was so close, yet so far, and you weren’t allowed to do anything about it. Your guts twisted, and you wiggled every few minutes, pressing your thighs together, uselessly fighting the arousal that kept getting more and more suffocating. 

A few minutes later he nuzzled at the back of your ear, and the combined sensations of his breath in your ear and the soft tickle of his mustache and stubble made a shudder run through your body, followed by goosebumps everywhere.

“Are you alright, honey?” He murmured, looking at your profile. 

“Of course, Javi,” you said, not very convincingly. “Just trying to find the perfect angle.” You explained as you wiggled some more, still staring at the TV, as your thumb gently smoothed across his knuckles to soothe him. 

“Right…” he replied. 

Whatever he thought, he didn’t say anything else. 

However, a few minutes later the hand that had been on your stomach slowly wandered down, below the hem of your sundress, and he gently, but firmly lifted your thigh to fit his between your legs. The movement was so unexpected that you couldn’t hold back a small groan from the pleasure the friction gave you. 

“You sure you’re alright?” Javi asked innocently behind your back, his hand now smoothing over the bare skin on your thigh, leaving an electric feeling beneath your skin in its trail. Every single one of his touches made arousal pool between your legs. You silently cursed at your body for growing more and more sensitive, begging for him to come closer. 

“Yeah…” you practically squeaked. You were close to your breaking point. 

Javi only hummed, his hand stopping to rest it on your stomach again. You were fighting your instincts to rub yourself on his thigh for a few minutes, and you were proud of yourself for resisting, but then he moved between your legs a little, enough to give attention to your aching clit, and the hiss that escaped your lips made him come to a halt. 

It felt like the time froze for a few seconds, none of you daring to move. You, trying to take back control over your treacherous body, and him obviously assessing the situation. You mentally did a facepalm as you felt your wet underwear sticking to his pants. He didn’t say anything, but his hand moved down from your stomach and bunched up your skirt. He breathed out your name, almost admonishing, and it made your heart jump. His hand was dangerously close to where you wanted him the most, and as his palm covered your mound, thick fingers reaching your soaked panties, he buried his face in the back of your neck. 

“Oh, honey…” he choked. He took a deep inhale, smelling your scent, then suddenly sat up and paused the movie. 

“No, Javi, I was watching it!” You wanted to wince at yourself, your act was truly ridiculous at this point. 

“None of that, cariño.” He shook his head, turning you on your back with a firm hand on your hip. “You obviously need me, please let me take care of you.” 

“It really can wait, I don’t mind!” You protested. You wanted nothing more than for him to touch you, but you didn’t want to be selfish. 

“Well, I don’t want to wait!” He declared, his gaze burning you as it fell from your face, scanning your body splayed out in front of him. “What about this: I eat you out, then we can continue the movie. Would that be okay for you?” 

You stared at him like a deer caught in a headlight. Is he serious? But his words definitely affected you. 

“Please, cariño,” he continued in a gentler tone, his pleading eyes finding yours again. “Let me eat your pretty pussy, now.” 

That was the last nail in your coffin, you swore under your breath as you almost went cross-eyed from his words only. “Fffuck, okay… okay let’s do this” you croaked after a few seconds, your defenses crumbling like a house of cards in a tornado. 

“Atta girl,” he smirked, and in an instant, he was on top of you. 

His fingers found their way into your hair as he put his lips on you, the press of his body a comforting weight on you. His kiss was electric, hot, and sensual. He sucked your lips in with a primal hunger, his tongue licking against the seam of your lips, opening you up to him and claiming your mouth with dominance. You barely noticed the soft sounds coming from your throat, only when you felt the corners of his mouth curl up slightly in a smile. You felt like you had to anchor yourself as you gripped the back of his open yellow shirt so hard, it was protesting against your ministrations on his shoulders. 

“Mmmtake—this—off,” you whispered desperately against his all-encompassing kiss. 

Javi leaned back, his hair disheveled, to practically tear the shirt off of himself. With a huff through his nose, his eyes gazed at your kiss-swollen lips with hunger. You were out of breath from the intensity of the kiss, panting softly as you took in the sight of him. 

He still had his tank top on, your mouth already dropping from the show. His top only accentuated his wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his skin kissed by the firelight was glowing in a golden light, its colours and the way the lights and shadows exaggerated his features made you drool. You could never resist the freckles on his shoulders and chest either. If you weren’t already on the edge of insanity, you would spend hours kissing and biting along his torso, but now clearly none of you had the patience for that. 

He came back to you and started suckling on your neck, one of your hands flying to his back to weakly trace the ridges of his shoulder blade, while the other clutched his bicep. Keeping up his ministrations on your neck he gently bunched up your dress above your stomach. His thigh found its way back between your legs and this time you bucked your hips up shamelessly. He groaned as he felt your wet warmth staining his pants and his lips traveled lower. As he trailed your collarbone with the tip of his tongue between his lips, two of his fingers touched you through your panties and you moaned out loud. 

“Javi, please!” you whined as he trailed his middle and ring finger up your seam, and tapped on your clit through the soaked textile. You were so worked up, you felt your heart pounding in your ears. 

“Shhh cariño, I got you,” he murmured, his voice impossibly low and his breath burning your chest. 

His fingers never gave up, but he always kept his touches light, making you throb uncontrollably. You watched him move lower, and you couldn’t decide what to stare at: his lips and tongue molding against your fevered skin, or the dips and hills of his shoulders and biceps flexing as he kept himself up with one arm while torturing you with the other. He traced his tongue around your navel and he looked up at you as he licked over its valley, his fingers mimicking the movement below. He then had the audacity to send you a cheeky wink as your whole body shuddered.

“Fuuuck, stop teasing me, I can’t take it anymore!” you sounded pathetic, but you didn’t care at this point.

“Okay, baby. You earned it.” 

He consoled you quietly with a final kiss to your lower stomach, before hooking his fingers into your panties to slowly drag the piece down. If it was anyone else you probably would have felt awkward about how the fabric protested at first, sticking to your cunt, but with Javi, if anything, you felt powerful. 

He was visibly trying to compose himself as he gently helped you get both your legs out of the ruined piece and with a shaky exhale he scooted back. He shove a cushion under your ass as he laid down on his belly, navigating your thighs over his shoulders, eyeing your center with blown-out pupils. 

“I will never get used to this,” he mused to himself with wonder in his voice, as he splayed his hands across the crease of your ass to softly spread your cunt wide open with his thumbs. You felt his heavy huff on your pussy, and it made you twitch again. He looked captivated by the sight.

“Javi, I swear to go—oohhh my god,” Javi cut you off as the flat of his tongue licked a broad and firm stripe through your folds with a depraved moan.

Your whole body lifted up, and he hooked his arms around your legs, grabbing at the top of your thighs as he held you down, keeping you close to his ravenous mouth. He gave you a few greedy laps, slowly exploring all of your cunt before his tongue lazily went around your hole. Your muscles were twitching, your chest and neck aflame, and if his sight weren’t so hypnotizing you would have thrown your head back already. You felt boneless. 

Your abs shaking from the strain of keeping you upright, you grabbed a few cushions you could reach from your position, and shoved them under your head, angling yourself perfectly to watch him at work. He was licking at you tirelessly, mapping all your sensitive spots, before he started to fuck you with his tongue, slowly but deliberately grazing your walls all around. 

You let out a raspy moan at the sensation - he was the first person who had ever done this to you and you were still surprised by it every single time. The feel of his agile muscle prodding at your sensitive flesh made your vision blur and sweat gather around your temple. He went as deep as possible, and after an inhale he buried his nose in your clit, slightly moving it left and right. You felt him everywhere as if he was surrounding your entire body. One of your hands grabbed a cushion so tightly, it made your knuckles ache, your other hand finding purchase in his soft locks. 

You were scraping his scalp with your fingernails, and he practically purred, the sounds vibrating against your raw flesh, starting a fire in your guts as goosebumps erupted on your skin. You couldn’t help pulling at a handful of hair as your pussy spasmed around his deft tongue. His purr turned into a growl as he removed himself, gulping some air still a few inches away from your cunt. Your hands lifelessly plopped down around you. 

“Fuck, cariño, I won’t ever get enough of you,” his speech was slurred like he was drunk and he looked up at you with disoriented eyes. “You taste so good, I would happily drown in you.”

You wanted to react, you really did, but as he was talking one of his hands left your thigh and traced an invisible pattern down the apex of your thighs, fingers traveling through your cunt and gathering your juices, then reaching their destination, a thick digit slipping into you just when you wanted to answer him. Whatever you wanted to tell him, he rendered you speechless with literally a swipe of his finger. The cracking of the fire and the slick sounds of your pussy were the only noises around you, until you felt his mouth on you again. He lapped up the juices escaping you around his finger, sucking on your lips with obscenely loud noises. You wanted to cover your face because you suddenly felt self-conscious, but his free hand grabbed your wrist as you heard him call your name brokenly. 

“Please don’t hide away from me, I want to see your face as I bring you pleasure,” he pleaded, his accent a bit stronger than usual. 

The mere look of him was debauched, all messy-haired and shiny-faced, looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky. Your heart skipped a beat, and you held onto his hand, his thumb tracing reassuring circles on your knuckles immediately. Your other hand smoothed his unruly hair out of his face, and he went back, keeping eye contact with you. 

“Look at me,” he rasped one last time before diving in.

He dragged his tongue up between your folds as his finger started moving again. He looked up at you the entire time from under his lashes, eyes half-lidded. As he reached your clit you jumped a little, and he opened his mouth wider so you could see his tongue moving against the tortured little nub with a small wiggle. You had to compose yourself not to let your eyes roll back, the sight somehow multiplying the already devastating sensation tenfold. 

“You’re so fucking good to me, Javi,” you uttered, caressing his hair and you could see a shiver running down his spine. “I’m so—so—“

“I know, mi amor, I can feel it. Let go for me.” 

He groaned and sucked your clit into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. You squealed, not knowing if you wanted to escape from his ministrations or let him consume you. You tried to trash around but his hands came up and covered the bottom of your stomach, holding you down again. You had half the mind to notice him slowly grinding onto the couch, but then you felt his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, along with his finger rubbing that perfect spot inside you again, and you felt like a lightning struck you. 

All your muscles seized up as white-hot pleasure coursed through your veins. At first, you couldn’t even breathe, let alone make a sound, but then a groan tore out from the depth of your chest and you fell back on the couch lifelessly. Javi never let up licking at you, prolonging your catharsis, not stopping even when you tried to squirm away from oversensitivity. 

“No, no wait—“ you pleaded with a shaky voice to no avail. Everything was too much, but you couldn’t escape from his iron grip. Javi greedily explored all your sensitive spots around your swollen vulva and hole with firm strokes, before he found the button of your clit again, sucking on it harshly dragging you under the waves of ecstasy for a second time that night with a squeak. His mouth was sucking at you relentlessly through the helpless spasms of your body, draining all the energy from you and filling your brain with fuzzy cotton. You fell back limply, muttering nonsense while his mouth gently cleaned you up.

You had no idea how long you were just laying there uselessly, basking in the afterglow with Javi still between your legs. His face rested on the plush of your thigh, his breathing slow but heavy, his eyes closed and his hands flexing. 

Once your wits came back to you, you noticed a faint dent on your thigh from Javi’s ring, a thought of how you wanted to tattoo it on your skin filled your mind – to keep it there forever. 

You played with his hair again, curling a silky strand around your finger by scraping little circles on his scalp. As if you woke him up from a stupor, he looked up at you, breathing now almost normal, but his pupils were still blown out. He wiped his face on your inner thigh, then kissed and sucked off the remnants of your wetness there and you giggled, his facial hair tickling you. He crawled up your body with a smile across his face, before he laid next to you. You immediately followed him, decorating the hot skin on his shoulders and collarbone with lazy, open-mouthed kisses. He weakly pawed at your waist to bring you closer to him, then dragged the bottom of your dress over your thighs to give you some decency. 

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he pondered and gently pinched your ass. You snickered as you playfully swatted his chest, before laying your head on his pecs. His heart was beating wildly and it made you swoon, so much so that you had to lay a soft kiss between his pecs, just above the hem of his top before nuzzling even more into his blushed chest, as a content sigh fell from your lips. Your gaze couldn’t help but fall to his bulge - he was visibly affected by your previous endeavors. 

“Javi…” you whispered in his neck, while your hand gently caressed his stomach. You felt his heavy exhale under you. “If you want… we can continue…” 

“Oh! Of course, cariño!” he said, perking up, reaching out for the remote control and pushing the play button again, eyes immediately glued on the screen. 

You laid there, having a mental tantrum. Well, things weren’t going the way expected. How can he still be thinking about the movie? 

Squashing that ugly disappointment down, you turned in his arms to try to focus on the TV again. You weren’t allowed to complain, he said he would make you cum and you would continue the movie, and he did just that and more. You couldn’t help the ravenous hunger you had for this man though, it was never enough of him. You laid a soft kiss on his bicep below your head and your arm reached behind to gently shove him back against you. He followed you diligently, but he tensed as his bulge, now hard, rested against your ass again. 

“I’m sorry honey, I’ll just need a minute,” he apologised quietly, voice strained from embarrassment and barely veiled desire. 

The devil on your shoulder took over you as you rolled your hips against him slowly but deliberately. The filthy sound coming from deep in his chest melted your bones, making it hard to keep back your own needy whine. 

“Wh—what are you doing?” 

His strong grip on your hip felt like a warning, but his voice was so weak. That’s what made you throw all your culture out the window, giddy roiling in your guts from feeling him get fully erect against you. You barely registered your hand moving mindlessly, grinding your palm against him. His hand clenched around your forearm easily, but he didn’t move it away. 

“I need you, Javi,” you begged shamelessly, turning your head back in his direction as much as possible. 

“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes closed shut with a loud gulp. When he opened his eyes again his gaze was intense, one of his hands cradling your face as he propped himself up on his elbow to look deeply into your eyes. “I thought you wanted to watch the movie…” 

That made you freeze with confusion, even your hand stopped moving over him. 

“…me?” You asked incredulously. “I mean yeah, it does seem like a great movie and I’d happily watch it any other time, but I couldn’t wait to be alone with you the entire day. I’ve wanted to eat you up since we crawled out of bed this morning. But I’m happy to do anything as long as I’m with you– and you looked so happy to find that movie… I don’t know… I just didn’t want to ruin your joy with my neediness, I guess” you confessed hastily with warm cheeks. 

A soft sound of surprise got stuck in his throat as he looked at you with saucer eyes, gaping like a fish. It looked rather comical if you were honest. If you didn’t feel so sheepish about your clumsy confession, you would have giggled at his expression. 

He shook his head lightly, as if processing your words. “So that’s why you were acting so weird tonight!” He exclaimed, relief evident on his face. He breathed out your name softly, his thumb caressing your face ever so gently. 

“I felt the same way the entire day. I got distracted by finding the movie, I give you that, but up until that moment, I was contemplating taking you in the bathroom in every single place we visited. Even in the car, consequences be damned,” he huffed, and you had to clench your thighs to alleviate the need growing between them again from the mental image. 

“Cariño, I have the DVD now, I can watch it whenever I want!” He tutted, “I swear, one day I’m gonna write a screenplay for you to be the lead in it, you’re such a talented actress. You seemed so eager to watch this movie that I felt guilty for trying to distract you,” he smoothed a strand of hair behind your ear with a chuckle, “I suppose both of us were fools…” 

You couldn’t hold back a rather unsexy snort at that, but it made him beam at you with crinkling eyes. 

He cupped your jaw and leaned over to press a sweet kiss on your lips, but it immediately grew hungry. The stark difference between his precious face and the taste of yourself still on his tongue made a shudder run through your body. 

Javi can really do both, you thought dreamily, but you were quickly snapped back to reality when he rolled you on top of him and deepened the kiss as he slowly sat up, helping you to position yourself on your knees around his hips. He planted his feet on the couch and grabbing your bare asscheeks firmly he dragged your pulsing center down on his bulge. 

Your hands flew to his hair, arms resting on his shoulders, feeling like passing out when you felt his cock twitch against your bare pussy, tearing a low hiss out of him. He bunched up and gripped your dress around your torso. 

“This little dress was teasing me all day,” he groaned, slowly pulling down the zip on your back, the edge of his thumb caressing your bare spine in the process. “It looks fantastic on you, honey, but I need to see all of you, right now.” 

By the time he finished his thought, he already tugged it off of you, your breast jiggling in front of his face from the impact of falling out of the secure hold of the dress, his heavy gaze falling to them immediately, your body now bare in his lap. 

“Oh god, look at you… tan bonita,” he murmured as his hands slid over your ribs firmly, before they slipped under your breasts with a feather-light touch. 

He cupped the mounds gently as his thumbs smoothly explored the skin. The pad of his fingers traced your areola, then softly rubbed over your sensitive nipples. You arched your back, leaking some more wetness on his trousers as you rubbed yourself heavier on him. One hand molded a breast into his waiting mouth, tongue wiggling around the achy nub and the other slipping down your shivering stomach, across the top of your thigh and teasing at your seam across your ass. 

The suckling sensation on your nipple, while his hand was prodding teasingly at your swollen entrance made you go insane. You had to center yourself around something. You clasped the back of the couch tightly, using it as support as you pushed your chest more in his face. Without hesitation, you vigorously moved your clit against his bulge, your head arched back in ecstasy.

His wrecked moan was the prize, your breast slipping from his lips as you watched a tremor course through his entire body. Once he came back to his senses he doubled down his efforts, nuzzling the other breast and sucking the pebbled nipple in his hot mouth. 

His tongue started to swirl around the hardened nub at the same time as two of his fingers drowned in your slick pussy, finding your most sensitive spot with devastating accuracy. Your mind went blank, and your gasps came out in hiccups. Your instincts took over as you were riding his bulge with trembling legs, chasing your blinding pleasure. You only had enough wits to sit back to undo his belt, ripping off his fly, and with his help, you were able to push his pants down his thighs, freeing his erect cock.

His hand grasped the base and gently tapped it against your sensitive clit, and your hips started moving again, trapping his length under your pussy as you continued to slide over him. He softly bit on your nipple in response which blazed off fireworks in your lower stomach, his other hand never stopping its brutal pace grinding against your most sensitive spot. You were so close to cumming you could practically taste it on your tongue. 

“Feels so good—,“ your voice was desperate, and he let out a wrecked moan around your breast. 

The soft pulling sensation, coupled with the warm, wet caresses of his mouth on your nipple, the expert touch of his fingers on your g-spot, and the tantalizing friction of your clit rubbing against the ridges of his cock, quickly sent you spiraling into a world of ecstasy and pleasure. You came with a wail, your back arching and eyes rolling back. You faintly felt Javi’s hands at the base of your back and along your spine, keeping you close to him while his eyes feasted on you falling apart for him. You fell back on his shoulders, weakly grasping at his elbows as his palms caressed your back and he showered your neck with small kisses, humming quietly between them. 

“You did so well, you’re fucking amazing,” he breathed against your skin, as you felt your pulse slow down a bit. He kissed a path down your sweaty chest and came back the same route. After some blissful peace, you felt his cock twitch against you and you whined. 

“Do you have one more in you, mi amor? We can rest,” Javi asked gently, his eyes searching for yours. 

Bless his heart, he made you come three times and he would finish the night here and there, hard as a rock. Your body was still buzzing and you felt sore from his thick fingers but one look at his sinful state was enough to get you in the mood again. 

His lovely locks were now sticking to his face, the perspiration on his chest only making him glow even more. His mouth was agape, plush lower lip kiss-swollen, and his dark eyes silently pleading with you. Instead of giving him an answer, you gripped the hem of his tank top and peeled the offending item off of him as he held up his arms, helping you and keeping his lustrous eyes on yours. 

Resting your hands on the top of his chest you kissed down his neck, between his collarbones. Sitting back lower on his legs, you could trace your tongue between his pecs and down to his soft stomach. You couldn’t help but kiss around his little belly, giving him a playful bite which made him jolt with a small laugh. Your finger traced the soft patch of hair below his navel, and understanding your silent request, he kicked down the remaining of his clothes while you kneeled on the side. 

You were fascinated as you watched his cock in all its glory, shiny from your juices, precum already leaking from the angry, red tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you were already in motion to have a taste for yourself when he stopped you, gently putting his hands around your arms. 

“It pains me to stop you, but the second I feel your mouth on me, I would be a goner.” His husky voice was layered with desire. “C’mere, I need to be inside you,” he added, and you almost jumped on him. 

You crawled back over his hips while he pumped his cock a few times, his veins bulging in his cock and forearms. It was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen and you filed the idea for later exploration. You went lower on him and he smeared his member over your slit, covering him in your juices generously again, then he prodded the head at your entrance. 

“Come on, cariño, let me feel you, please,” he growled, and you carefully descended down on him. 

You were over quite a few nights with him, but your pussy still struggled to accommodate his size, especially now that you were still sore and sensitive from earlier. The struggle felt like a pinch and you whined, but he cradled your face and kissed your forehead. 

“It’s okay honey, take your time,” he whispered and let you take the lead for the moment. 

He caressed everywhere he could reach. He sucked two fingers into his mouth and lead them to your clit, ever so slightly drawing circles around it. At first, it felt like a needle stab, but a few seconds later it turned into pleasure. You swallowed more of him with a quiver. You felt so full, even though you were still a few inches apart from sitting down completely. 

His tongue found your breasts again, laving at the skin with bites and kisses alternating between them, tongue chasing your puffy nipple with confident laps. When he sucked in your soaked bud to bite down on it your cunt bottomed out, swallowing his cock entirely as a fresh wave of slickness coated his base. He tore away from your glistening nipple, burying his face between your breasts with a heavy groan. 

“You’re so fucking tight around me,” he rasped into your damp chest. “You were made for me. And your skin is so fucking silky.” 

Just to prove his point, his greedy tongue made its way up your chest, across your neck and jaw and to claim your mouth in a hedonistic kiss, as his hands grabbed the meat of your ass; not to force you to move, but to ground himself. 

The kiss was a little clumsy, but no less toe-curling, his tongue exploring your mouth and teeth clashing as you started to rise and fall against him. You felt so full, as if he was in your guts. Your lungs burned as you felt more and more overwhelmed by the inferno in your body. You broke away from him only to lay back, hands grabbing his shins while continuing to move up and down on his cock. 

The new angle was exhausting, but it rubbed your insides from just the perfect direction, and your vision blurred from the sensation. From this angle he had the best view of his cock disappearing in your puffy cunt, then appearing again, covered in your juices. Javi was hypnotized by the sight, his mouth dropping, and eyebrows knitted tightly together. 

“That’s it, use me, just like that,” he grunted, trapped under your spell over him. 

Heavy-lidded eyes followed your every move, and as he reached out to touch your overworked clit again your thighs started to tremble so hard that you couldn’t continue gyrating against him. He swore under his breath as you throbbed around him another time, and you leaned over his body to grab his shoulders. 

He prompted you to rise higher on your knees above him as he secured his feet on the surface of the couch. One arm braced himself next to his torso, while the other slipped up your back to grab your shoulder from the back, and he started to pound into you mercilessly, stealing your breath. You could barely stay in place, so you grabbed the backrest of the couch as you felt tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. 

“Are you close, baby? I’m so close but I need you to come first,” he strained, seemingly every muscle in his body tensing from the exertion.

He looked like a sculpture of a deity from ancient times, especially when his head fell back, the thick column of his gorgeous neck on full display. You could only nod, not being able to even form a coherent thought anymore as your desperate whines became constant. He raised his head again - he couldn’t keep his gaze away from where you connected, his face almost looked angry from the concentration. 

“Fuckfuckfuck, rub your clit for me,” he roared, and you followed his order immediately. 

Almost as soon as you touched your clit, you started shuddering violently with a loud and raspy cry, tears running down your face as he kept grazing your g-spot with every powerful thrust. You felt possessed as your entire body short-circuited, and your ears started ringing. You faintly registered his load painting your walls as your throbbing core milked him dry, his growl echoing in your ears. 

You collapsed on him like a ragdoll, your sweaty bodies colliding as he kept you close to his chest. As you came back to your wits a few minutes later you felt raw and weak and vulnerable, but it was okay because Javi was there, embracing you with strong arms and gentle kisses across your face, swiping away your tears. His body was like a shelter as you clung to him with all your limbs and he kept you safe from whatever was happening outside of your bubble. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered, your name falling from his lips like a prayer as his hand smoothed over your hair while his body swayed you gently. 

“I’m… I’m more than okay,” you croaked, still feeling boneless as you weakly clasped into his body. “Thank you, this was a spiritual experience.” He huffed a small laugh at that. 

“You are incredible,” he cooed. 

You lazily nuzzled deeper into his neck with a hum, letting his scent calm your frayed nerves down. You stayed like that, limbs intertwined for a while, before Javi reluctantly pulled out of you, making the both of you groan as he gently helped you to lay on your back and he hurried to the bathroom in all his naked glory. 

He came back soon, but that little time was enough for you to realize that your thighs and mound were drenched. That explains the out-of-body experience. 

Javi sat down next to you, a warm and wet washcloth in his hand. He cleaned you up with reverence, eyeing the marks he had left over your body. He seemed worried, but you wore them with pride.

“That’s very kind of you, but I think we will need to shower anyway,” you smiled bashfully, and he placed a smooth kiss on your forehead.

“I wasn’t sure if you had enough energy for that,” he rasped.

“If you help me, it won’t be an issue,” you sat up slowly, your coordination akin to a newborn foal, his hand held out to help you to stand. 

“Of course, cariño.” 

His warm eyes made your knees buckle, this time not from your physical activities. As if on cue, the credits rolled on the screen with a blaring sound, and both of you jerked your head in its direction with alarm, obviously forgetting about the movie going in the background the entire time. You looked back at each other with wide eyes, laughter erupting out of you at the same time.

“So, you wanna watch the movie when we get back home?” He snickered.

“Definitely!” You perked up at the prospect of spending more time with him after your getaway. Besides, now it was your mission to finally really watch the movie. “Unless you’ll need me again,” you added, wiggling your eyebrows at him. He chuckled and smacked your ass gently.

“I was hoping for that answer.”

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THE END.

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[drmaddict]

Spooky Girl

Summary: Ghost, Soap, Rudy and König have a girlfriend who just likes things, that are a bit spooky. (Just a few little scenes that my brain spit out.)

Wordcount: 2.497

Ghost

"Are you growing your hair out, L.T.?" Johnny laughed and flicked Simon's wrist.

Simon reacted as expected. Not at all. He stared at Johnny motionlessly.

"Fits the look, after all.", the sergeant winked at him.

Simon rolled his eyes and pulled his sleeve over the hairband on his wrist.

Johnny continued to grin. "My sisters say these scrunchies are best for the hair. There's less friction. So no split ends."

 Simon continued to stare at him.

"Are you going to tell me why you've got that thing on?", he grumbled.

"No.", was Simon's simple answer before he turned back to his food. It was nobody's business. (Y/n) was nobody's business, or what was between them.  It was still too fresh anyway. This was his first mission since they had met. He wasn't sure what to make of this relationship yet. He liked her. It wasn't because of that. He was just too used to being alone. It scared him. His therapist would probably have found a bigger, more important-sounding word for his emotions, but fear seemed appropriate enough to Simon.

She was weird. He was weird too. He had started to like the weirdness. He was probably too old for her. Maybe he wasn't. He'd never been in a relationship. He'd never had to discuss the fact that his hoodies were actually HIS hoodies until a few months ago. She had only told him that they were hers now, as if that was the most normal thing in the world. But she looked really cute in them. She'd beamed at him when he'd unceremoniously thrown three of his hoodies on her bed. 

"Until I get back.", he'd mumbled.

She had then pulled her hairband off her head and put it around his wrist. The black satin with the little skulls on it was soft and had immediately clung to his skin.

"So that you'll really come back.", she had said and kissed him on the forehead.

"Always.", he had mumbled.

 "Who is she?" Johnny asked him directly. He looked at him with gentle playfulness.

Simon snapped out of his memory. He looked into his friend's blue eyes.  "You don't trust me with a 'he'?", he grinned under his mask.

"Well then HE definitely has long hair."

Simon shook his head in amusement. "A little one from home. It's still fresh."

"Photo?", Johnny continued to grin.

Simon shook his head.

"Oh come on!"

"No Johnny."

Johnny looked at him like a petulant puppy. "At least describe her.", he sulked.

Simon sighed and rummaged for a small photo in his pocket. The boy wouldn't stop anyway. He plonked it in front of the sergent and stared at it.

Johnny stared at the photo. "A goth chick?" Johnny reached for the photo, but Simon immediately pulled it back to him and put it away. Johnny looked at him in surprise. "Hot.", he grinned.

Simon just grumbled.

"Yes, I get it. I can see it. You fit together."

Another grumble.

 Johnny grinned like an idiot.

"What?", Simon snapped at him.

"Does she have a friend?"

Simon just rolled his eyes. His cell phone buzzed.

A message from (Y/n). When he opened the message history, he saw a picture of a rabbit skull.

'For your collection?' it said underneath.

Simon looked at the picture. He had been glad, that she didn't see his little hobby as disgusting. But that she was now also participating in it. It was a beautiful bone. Completely intact.

'Beautiful. Where did you get it?‘

'Judas picked it up on our walk.‘

Judas was her dog. A stubborn but tough creature. It was probably her type. 

'Put it on the ant farm. I'll bleach him when I come back next week.‘

'The three of us are waiting for you. ;)'

When he looked up again, Johnny was still grinning at him.

"The little one really has you wrapped around her finger."

Simon just raised an eyebrow.

"Good for you L.T."

Simon grumbled in agreement.

Soap

"What magazine did you cut that out of?" Kyle laughed.

Soap pulled off his boots. "Huh?" he groaned and looked at his friend.

Kyle pointed to Johnny's locker page and the photo hanging in it.

Johnny followed Kyle's suggestion with his gaze and immediately furrowed his eyebrows. "That's my girlfriend you douche!"

"That's never your girlfriend! She's far too pretty... Apart from the fetish make-up."

Johnny threw his boot at Gaz. "Don't talk about my girl like that!", he growled.

Gaz raised his hands defensively. A grin stretched across his face. "Oh come on."

Johnny continued to scowl at him. Simon came into the changing room and looked at them both wordlessly. Without another comment, he went to his locker.

"How can you always train with that thing on your head?", Johnny asked him.

"Habit.", came the curt reply.

Johnny rolled his eyes as Gaz clapped his hands with a laugh. "So you've got a type!"

Johnny looked at him in confusion. Simon paid him no attention at all. 

"Dark and intimidating," Garrick winked at him and nodded towards Simon.

Johnny followed his gaze and a blush immediately appeared on his cheeks.

"I don't have a type!", he barked.

Gaz chuckled in amusement. "Sure."

Simon slammed his locker shut conspicuously loudly and disappeared just as wordlessly as he had come.

The two of them looked after him.

"She's very different from him.", Johnny grumbled immediately.

"Is she?"

"Yes, she's very reserved, but when you get to know her better, she's really funny. She likes to tell jokes, you know? Even if she's more into dark humor. And she likes her order, but accepts my chaos and she's not immediately put off by my job. Well, she goes to therapy, but she's actually really tough."

"Where did you two meet?"

"At a shooting range for my brother-in-law's stag party. She's really amazing. She could almost be a sniper and..." Johnny eyes widened.

Gaz grinned knowingly.

"Oh God! I'm dating L.T.!" Johnny exclaimed, overwhelmed.

"Really, how did you notice?"

Johnny threw his second boot at him. "What if I'm just trying to replace something with her?", he asked anxiously.

Now Gaz looked at him, confused. "What now?"

"Well... What if I subconsciously just saw her as a replacement. God I'm such an asshole."

"How many times did you try to enroll before you were finally eighteen?", Gaz asked him firmly.

"I stopped counting. What's that got to do with it?"

Gaz shrugged his shoulders. "You're nuts, but you know what you want. You've never accepted an alternative before."

Johnny looked at the photo in the locker. "No I never have."

Gaz nodded. "You clearly have a thing for mentally unstable Halloween decorations, but that doesn't mean you only want the girl as a substitute."

Johnny nodded. "Yeah, you're right. She's really great, you know?"

Gaz grinned. "I'll take your word for it."

"She always makes chocolate muffins, that look like the little coal men from Chihiro.", Johnny smiled at the photo. "And she can cook! I really put some weight on the last time, I was with her. It's almost like the good old times at grandmas.", he grinned to himself. "Even if it scares me a little, how relaxed she is with the house ghost."

"Please what??" Gaz blinked at him in surprise.

"The house ghost. She calls him Edgar. After the guy who built the house. She bought this old victorian house and at night you can always hear the back door banging open and shut and someone running up and down the stairs. But never up to the top floor. That was  built on later. I nearly wet my pants the first night, when I went to see what was going on and this gigantic mirror fell on me. The thing was secured with six sturdy wall anchors! SIX! Well, I didn't set foot in the house for two weeks after that, but she says she's negotiating a deal."

Gaz looked at him with horror in his eyes.

Johnny shrugged his shoulders. "I'm used to it by now. But the noise is a bit annoying."

Gaz gave him a forced smile. "You see. You don't have anything like that with Ghost... No ghosts with Ghost."

Rudy

He was sitting in his small kitchen with Alejandro, listening to everything about Ale's last date, until they were interrupted by a loud noise.

Ale flinched in surprise and looked at the kitchen counter behind him. Rudy immediately ran to the counter and grabbed a cell phone. He wiped the green icon across the display and held it to his ear.

"(Y/n)s phone. Rodolfo on the line. - Yes, you forgot it here. - No, no problem. - Good. See you in a minute."

He placed the device on the kitchen table and looked into Alejandro's shocked face. "What? Was? That?"

"(Y/n) left her cell phone."

Ale looked at him like he was stupid. "What was that sound?"

"Her ringtone?" Rudy replied hesitantly. "Yeah... Her taste in music is a bit...  special," he admitted, looking at the device again.

"A bit? It sounded like a pig had been tormented.", Alejandro said indignantly.

Rudy grinned. "Somehow that relaxes her." He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I think the band was called... I can't remember. Lorna something."

Ale looked at him skeptically. "Wait. Is she coming over? I can finally see the mystery (y/n) with my own eyes?"

Rudy sighed. "Be nice, please."

"I'm always nice."

"Hmph."

Ale gave him an annoyed look. "I'll pull myself together."

"No subliminal threats.", Rudy stated firmly.

Alejandro started to speak, but didn't get the chance.

"And certainly no direct ones!"

The colonel fell back against the back of his chair, annoyed. It wasn't as if he had no manners. If anything, some even found his temperament attractive.

"Fine," he grumbled.

Rudy nodded in satisfaction as he heard the front door open.

"Hey." (Y/n) called down the small hallway.

Rudy stood up and walked towards her.

Alejandro didn't know what he had expected, but somehow he had always imagined her... pinker.

When Rudy spoke of his girlfriend, it sounded like he was talking about the sweetest creature on earth, who couldn't hurt a soul. Alejandro had envisioned a girl in a summer dress with pink lipgloss kissing Rudy on the cheek.

What he saw was a girl dressed in black. Transparent cut-outs, heavy boots and various buckles adorned her body.

Her lips, which Alejandro had always imagined to be pink, were painted black, just like her eyes.

She gave Rudy a quick kiss on the lips. "Sorry, I'm only here for a moment. Sofia got tickets for a concert today. I'd rather not ask how. Oh hi!"

She waved to Alejandro.

"This is Alejandro." Rudy introduced him.

He waved at (Y/n), overwhelmed.

"I'm (Y/n)." she replied quickly.

"You sure?" asked Ale before he could stop himself.

Rudy immediately gave him a warning look before turning back to (Y/n). "Be careful."

She kissed him again on the tip of his nose. "I'll text you when I get home. Bey Alejandro!" she called out and was already gone again.

Alejandro looked dully into the hallway. Rudy looked back with a raised eyebrow.

"Well I didn't expect THAT.", Alejandro said.

Rudy sighed.

"Oh come on! You described a lamb!" He threw his hands up in the air dramatically. "Not a little vampire. No matter how cute she seems to be."

Rudy sighed devotedly and sat down at the table.

"She's just like I told you."

"So... a black lamb?"

The corners of Rudy's mouth twitched. "Yes. That fits."

"To get back to the, let's call it 'music'."

"I don't get it either.", Rudy smiled with amusement.

König

"Little bat?" König asked his girlfriend cautiously. She was sitting in one of his shirts next to his legs in front of the couch, looking thoughtfully at her puzzle, while the movie of her choice was playing on TV.

"Yes Bear?" she asked without looking up.

His eyes darted to the television at a particularly organic sound, before quickly settling back on her.

"Um... I know I said 'My job is war and I can take more than nornal humans'."

(Y/n) looked up and grinned mockingly.

"But I admit that your warning was probably... justified."

She grinned at him openly. "No (y/n)! I've seen and done things-"

"All right!" he interrupted her. A woman on the television screamed. "Is this girl still alive?" he asked in disgust.

(Y/n) pressed a button on the remote control and the movie stopped.

"There's no way anyone could survive something like that," he huffed.

His little bat just took a sip of his coffee. "The lore is, that Art keeps someone alive ,until he's satisfied. He decides when you die."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It's horror. It's not supposed to make sense." She patted his gigantic thigh. "You held out very well, but you dropped out of the movie. You lost the bet. You have to order today.", she smiled mischievously.

He grumbled and reached for the tablet.

"No! You have to call! That was the bet."

He looked murderously at the phone. He hated ordering food. Which made no sense, considering his job and his career in it. He was a grown man. He made most people afraid, but still. These everyday situations weren't exactly easy for him. It wasn't like it used to be, but it would never be normal either. Nobody had to like him in his job. No one expected him to be polite. In the real world, there were all these rules and unspoken regulations.

"Like always?" he asked her. She just nodded and went back to looking at her puzzle.

Sometimes it was funny. They both weren't the most confident when it came to social interaction, even though the world always thought they should be. Him because of his body. Her because of her look.

They had started making bets. The loser had to make phone calls or tell the waiter in the restaurant that the food was going back.

He ordered the pizza and felt (Y/n) put a hand on his knee. He had started wiggling his legs again. A habit that had always upset his mother. She stroked his knee with her thumb and he brought his limbs back to rest. With a sigh, he tossed the cell phone towards the pillow. It was nice that he didn't feel any anxiety with her. It was nice to have someone who gave him the space to find peace.

"What kind of picture is this going to be?", he asked her, stroking her hair and looking at the dark puzzle.

"Blackness."

"Blackness?"

"Yes. It's just black." She grinned.

"Why?"

"Because we as humans like to play God. The nice thing is... There's a reference picture."

He grinned. He loved how she was amused by little things like that. He loved his little bat. Her and her bloody pointless puzzle.

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[armins-main-hoe]

Hi! I really liked ur writing so I was wondering if u can do this?

Inarizaki and shiratorizawa (or one of them) with a fem manager that gets into fights often? But it's because they have roots to delinquent family members so they're pretty recognisable,,, also she kicks ass pretty good so most of the time she comes out alive

aw thank you for liking my writing and for the request. Sorry I couldn't get round to writing it up sooner :/

"Oh no, you've got it all wrong. She does bite."

When you first signed up to be the manager for the boy's volleyball team, you really didn't think much of it. You only signed up because your parents wanted you to go to some sort of after school club.

You didn't like any of the clubs so you decided to be a manager for a sports team. Besides, you didn't think a manager would have to do much since most of the organisation for matches would be done by the teachers and coaches.

So here you are on your first day being introduced to the boys in the team.

Inarizaki

You stood before them with a deadpan face on.

"Hey, I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today onwards."

They boys bowed and said their greetings but you still felt like some of them were looking at you funny. So you looked at one, he had bleached yellow hair. (Atsumu Miya)

"What?"

He tilted his head up and looked down at you suspiciously.

"Are you the Y/n L/n who got into a fight with Hiroto Ito a week ago?"

"Yeah, why? You looking for a fight too?"

Another boy came forward, he was slightly shorter but still a few inches taller than you with with black spikes for hair that went upwards. (Michinari Akagi)

"It was about time someone put that guy in his place. He was actually really annoying, would never let us practice in peace."

To your surprise, this boys were actually pretty nice to you and as you watched them practice you saw the passion they had for the sport.

Almost made you feel guilty for signing up for this role when you knew nothing about Volleyball.

You would hand out water bottles and towels during their breaks and tried your best to memories their names. Took you a few days to do that though.

Over the next few weeks, you ended up growing fond of the team and the team members which lead you to put more effort in your role as the manager.

You would take notes about each player, their strengths and weaknesses and you took time out of your day to learn the rules for volleyball. You didn't even realise when but your passion for the sport grew and grew.

Soon even the team members saw the improvement in you and grew fond of you as their manager. They hadn't ever had one before you and you were already setting their standard for a manager pretty high.

Soon you would even tease and joke around with them.

Their coach loved having you around for practice since the boys were actually kinda scared of you whenever they would mess up and made them try their very best each practice.

There was a time where they had a competition to go to where there would be a few other schools' volleyball teams attending too. It was your first match that you would be attending with them as their manager. Since it was your first, you didn't actually know how big the team's cheer squad was, which surprised you a bit when you first saw. There was also a crowd everywhere you went so it made it hard to move and get from one place to another.

However, around 15 minutes before matches you realised that Kita was missing for more than 10 minutes. The team can't play without their captain present. So you went to go quickly find him. After a few minutes you found him about to enter the changing rooms.

"Where were you? The team was waiting for you." You asked him.

"I had my phone on me and I was going to put it in a locker before the matches start." He put his phone up to show you. Before you or him could say anymore, someone from the crowd passing by with a hooded face snachted his phone and ran.

"Go back to the team. Go!" You pushed him in the direction to the entrance of the sports hall and then ran after the hooded face.

The guy ran down the streets and into an ally way which lead to a dead end. He turned around you saw that he was wearing a mask as well.

"Heh, what's a little girl like you gonna do huh?" The guy's voice came out a little muffled from his mask.

"A lot."

Safe to say you managed to beat his ass with the new moves your uncles had taught you. Though you did get a few scratches on your face and knuckles but you got Kita's phone back and the hooded guy seemed pretty beat up.

Running back to the competition, you just hoped Kita hadn't worried too much to mess up his performance. By the time you got back and made it to the coaches side, you saw that your team was already playing their first match.

At some point, Kita met your eyes and you gave him a toothy grin and a thumbs up while holding his phone in your other hand. He smiled back before focusing back on the game.

When they had a break in between the match, you handed out water bottles. When you gave one to Kita, he saw the scratches on your face.

"Did you get into a fight?"

"No, drink your water and don't worry, you're phone is in perfect condition."

"You got hurt though." When he said that, a few of the other team members turned around to check on you.

"Damn miss manager, you really shouldn't be kicking ass while your team is out here playing a match." Atsumu teased. He didn't know you chased a guy down an ally who stole his captain's phone.

"You know you should be careful or she might just kick your ass Atsumu." Osamu told him, sending you a smile before him and his brother began to bicker.

You shooed them all away once the break was over while rolling your eyes at their teasing remarks.

You had a small smile as you watched them play and you felt like this wouldn't be the first time you would get into a fight for them but you really couldn't care. They can repay you by getting first place.

Shiratorizawa

"I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today forwards."

You were there at every practice they had, they would see you taking notes and giving out water bottles. You learned all their names and positions within 3 days. You were doing everything one would expect a manager to do and you would do it flawlessly.

Which actually surprised them since you were known throughout the school to get into fights with other students both in your school and from other schools.

However, not long since you began being their manager, you once came to practice late with some bruises on your hands and a rather sour mood.

Tendo asked you about it but you just shooed him away to practice more, even hitting him with your clipboard.

Another time, you came to practice with your hair a bit messy and a busted lip that had been poorly treated. Though luckily that time the coach wasn't there to report it to another teacher and Eita Semi and Kenjiro Shirabu dragged you to the infirmary to get it treated properly.

Once, you came to practice after a fight which you personally found very easy to finish. You didn't get any big, obvious injuries so to the other team members, they thought you hadn't came back from a fight and continued practice like usual.

But the captain knew otherwise. When he came over to the side to get a drink he walked over to you.

"So, who did you fight with today?"

"Huh, how did you know?"

"I'm an excellent observer."

"Uhh sure, well it wasn't anything too bad. So don't worry about me."

He chuckled.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about the kid you beat up. Wonder what condition he is in right now."

"Gee captain, thanks for caring about your manager so much."

You both laughed before you fell silent.

"The bastard wouldn't quit saying nonsense about the team and starting up rumours." You told him.

"Aw, so you do care about us!" Tendo popped up on the other side of you.

"Fuck tendo! You scared me, I nearly punched you."

He laughed and put an arm around you.

"You beating up guys who talk shit about us? How thoughtful of you manager."

"Tendo do you want me to beat you up with my clipboard again?"

"Hehe, it's like we have our own personal bodyguard."

You smacked him with your clipboard.

"ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop. Gonna go practice some more. Talk to ya later miss bodyguard- I mean manager."

"Tendo!"

The other team members looked over at you and Tendo and were either laughing or sighing. "Looks like he is gonna get his ass beat again."

"He really should stop riling her up, she is actually kinda scary."

"Yeah but tendo is another breed, he isn't afraid."

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Damn my punk lifestyle!

Hobie Brown x G/N!reader

Description: Hobie helps you turn punk, at least, the hair part.

Warnings: bubbly reader, sunshine reader lol, dying hair,

Story type: blurb

A/N: really short, based off an episode of Goldbergs lol, wrote in like five minutes

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"Ah, I feel the punk burning into my scalp." You sigh dreamily and Hobie rolls his eyes. When you approached him saying you wanted to turn punk, he knew that it was going to be a long week. He loves you, so of course he'll oblige, but he knows you are going to regret bleaching and dying your hair. "It's part of look, I have to do it!" You had pleaded. How could he say no to his favorite person?

"That's the bleach."

He continues to bleach the rest of your hair, and he has to have you hold some of it, which means you get bleach coated in your hands.

"Okay just don't touch your eyes." He says, frantically looking for a rag to clean your hands with when he turns around to see you rubbing your bleached fingers gingerly over your eyes. "What are you doing!?"

"AHH! I touched my eyes! It burns!!!" You shout in pain.

"I told you not to!"

"I'm defying authority!" You scream, your eyes burning. "Damn my hard core punk lifestyle!" You say in a brooding way.

Hobie rolls his eyes, wiping the freshly wet rag over your eyes gently. "Stop scrunching your face up love, I'm trying to help you."

"It hurts!" You cry out, lip pouting slightly. Hobie chuckles, he can't help finding you adorable.

"I knew you weren't cut out for a punk life," he sighs and then carefully pulls your hair back, pinning it out of your face and such. He wipes the bleach from your neck, ears, and face and you smile it him bubbly.

He helps you wash the bleach out after waiting the recommended time, and then blow dries it for you. He snickers to himself and blows you in the face a few times. He likes seeing you flinch back and squint your eyes shut because of the sudden warm air. He takes you to the bathroom mirror and watches your eyes widen in surprise.

"You like?" He raises an eyebrow and you grimace slightly.

"No." You admit and he bursts into laughter.

"Don't worry, tomorrow we'll dye it again." He manages through fits of laughter. After he calms down he asks, "Do you just want to do a more natural color? Or black? Or we can do the color!"

"Ummm, I want H/C." You smile at him and he leans in, pressing a kiss onto your lips. "Thank ya," you tease and he just grins, kissing you again.

"I love you," He murmurs and you hug him tightly, moving your head so you can see him.

"I love you too! Thank you for helping me embrace my dark, grunge, punk, emo style," Your smile is so big it starts to hurt your cheeks and he kisses your forehead.

"Whatever you want darlin'"

~

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[feelbokkie]

Don’t Let Me Love You | Chan and Y/n (A DLMLU Side Story)

pairing: Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, non!idol au, fluff, angst

pov: 2nd person

warnings: swearing

summary: Key moments in Y/n and Chan's relationship pre-Don't Let Me Love You. Collection of short stories.

word count: 2,323

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Meet Cute

"Where the hell are you?" You whisper yell into your phone. Normally, you would be yelling, but being in public is forcing you to keep your volume down. 

“It’s 7:30 in the morning, why are you yelling at me?” Hyunjin groans, his voice deeper than usual. 

“Oh my god, you were still sleeping, weren’t you? I knew I should have slept over at your apartment. Honestly, how are you going to get to class on time now that you live by yourself? Do I need to move in with you?" Hyunjin's parents got him an apartment close to campus as a graduation gift. In reality, they probably got it for him so he wouldn't be late to school every day like he was in high school.

"Dude, relax. The event doesn't start until 8. I'll be there in 15--20 minutes tops." You could hear Hyunjin scrambling around in the background, probably tripping over his love legs as he tried to get ready.

"Hwang Hyunjin, you will be the death of me. Hurry up or I will hurt you when I see you for making me walk around this campus alone." You huff before hanging up the phone.

You slide your phone into your pocket and pinch the bridge of your nose. The March air is cool on your skin, giving you some relief from the stress you were feeling. The new school year starts next week and you and Hyunjin were going to start your university career strong. You two planned to get to campus early for the welcoming event so you could explore the campus a bit and get good seats, now you two might be the last ones there. You'd be lucky to find two seats together.

"Lost?" A warm voice asks. You turn to meet the eyes of both the prettiest and most handsome guy you've ever seen. His slightly curly hair fell perfectly on top of his head, just barely covering his eyes. His lips are so pink you'd think he'd just eaten some sort of candy.

"Ah, no just waiting for a friend." You say slowly. 

"You're a first year right?" He asks, readjusting the boxes you didn't even realize he was holding in his hands.

"Is it that obvious?" You smirk.

"I would have remembered going to school with someone as cute as you." He says shamelessly. Cute and cocky, a dangerous combination.

"Wow, that was bold. Are all university guys like that?" You tilt your head. Something about how confident he is reminds you of Hyunjin in a less annoying way.

"Just the ones that know when they've been graced by an angel." He smirks, making his dimple prominent. Oh boy.

"Okay, Mr. Smooth Talker. Is there like a class on this campus that teaches this or...?" You can feel the blood rushing to your face. If you don't leave soon, the effect that he was having on you would be very evident.

"Can't learn what some people are naturally gifted with." You don't think it's possible but his dimple gets even deeper as he smirks harder.

"Wow, okay. I'm going to wait for my friend at the welcome event. It was nice meeting you..." You've had enough, if you let this man flirt with you even harder, you'd probably end up skipping the welcome even altogether and go wherever he is heading.

"Chan. Bang Chan. If you need me, you can find me at the campus radio station. Just ask for CB97." He winks at you before you turn around and leave, beet red.

***

Have You Met Chan?

Your eyes scan the bar for Hyun's freshly bleached hair. You told him to wait for you on campus so you could walk over to the bar together but had to stay last minute to finish an assignment. Despite having the same schedule, Hyunjin somehow had more time to make friends. Tonight is meant for you to meet some of those friends and hang out with a few that you met during the past few months.

You find Hyunjin easily when he loudly laughs, throwing his head back and clapping at something your friend Seungmin said. You met Seungmin first and introduced him to Hyunjin last week. They somehow became fast friends.

"Oh thank god you're here! Save me from all this testosterone. They're scaring all the girls." Jisung whined. Hyunjin met him first and also brought him last week. Those two bicker so much, you're not sure how long that friendship is going to last.

"Oh! Y/nnie, you're here! Did your assignment go well?" Hyunjin asks, draping his arm around your shoulder.

"I think so. It's drying in the studio right now. Hopefully, no one fucks with it. What are we drinking?" You take Hyunjin's cup from his hand and take a sip of his drink. Lychee soju, your favorite.

"Oh! This is Minho hyung, he's in the dance club with me. Bokkie was supposed to come too but something came up. And this is Changbin hyung, he's friends with Minho hyung and-- wait, where did he go?" Hyunjin looks around the bar for his missing friend while you greet Minho and Changbin. 

"There he is," Minho chimes, pointing behind you.

You turn around to be met with a vaguely familiar face. You rack your brain trying to remember his name.

"Ah! Y/n, this is Ch--"

"Mr. Smooth Talker." You cut him off.

"Angel! Didn't know you were friends with these degenerates." He sets down a few drinks on the table and takes the empty seat next to you.

"Speak for yourself, Chan hyung!" Changbin argues.

"You two know each other?" Hyunjin asks.

"Not really," You hum, taking one of the drink bottles from the middle of the table and splitting it with him.

"I would love to though," Chan says, taking a sip of his drink.

~~~

"Go on a date with me," Chan says, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He has been staring nearly the whole night as you guys conversed.

"What?" You choke on your drink. You had switched to water almost

"I let you get away once, I'm not making that same mistake twice. Go out on a date with me." He repeats.

"What? No 'please?'" You laugh.

"I will get down on my knees right here on this dirty-ass bar floor and beg if that's what you want." He sits up straight and makes direct eye contact.

"Tempting,"

"Y/n, just agree to go out with him before he makes the rest of us lose street cred." Hyunjin whines.

"What street cred?" Jisung questions.

"Jisung, shut the fuck up or I will hurt you," Hyunjin says, calmly putting his cup on the table.

"Try me, bitch," Jisung slams his cup on the table, ready to fight.

"Boys! Behave before they kick all of us out of here." Minho says calmly. He's amused by their behavior but doesn't want to get kicked out.

"I'll go out with you if you get me away from whatever the hell this is." You turn to him, not wanting to deal with your friends drunkenly fighting all night.

"As you wish, angel."

***

Butterflies

"And let me love you, baby" Chan quietly hums along to the movie as Heath Ledger's character serenades Julia Stiles' character. You two were over at his apartment celebrating your four months of dating by having a movie night. You both were exhausted from school and this was all you could manage.

You're cuddled into his side. Your head is on his chest and your arms are tightly wrapped around his stomach. One hand is in your hair and the other is absentmindedly playing with the tv remotes.

"Don't let me love you." He says suddenly. The movie is still playing and you're not sure you heard him correctly.

"Hmm?" You hum.

"I don't want to end up hurting you. I fuck up everything good in my life." He rests his head on the back of the couch, the movie still playing in the background.

"Are you planning on hurting me?" You ask, sitting up from your comfortable position.

"No," He sighs.

"Then I have nothing to worry about. You wanna know why?" You smile.

"Why?" He lifts his head and raises an eyebrow at you.

"Because," you crawl over to Chan and straddle his lap, taking the tv remote and using it as a microphone. "I love you baby, and if it's quite alright, I need you--ah!"

Chan grabs your waist and lays you flat on your back on the couch. He hovers over you, staring deeply into your eyes for a moment. He has a soft smile on his face, making his dimple appear, but you can't read his expression. Butterflies swarm your stomach.

"I love you, Y/n." He whispers, leaning down and resting his forehead on yours.

"I love you too, Chan." You whisper back before lifting your neck to close the gap between your lips.

***

He's Just Not That Into You

(Roughly 2 years later)

"What are all of you doing here? Did we make plans or something?" You put down your paintbrush and wipe your hands as you grab your phone to see if you missed any messages from the group. You did not.

"No, we need to talk to you." Jeongin hesitates.

"All six of you?" You put your phone down and pull off your smock. You were supposed to hang out with everyone at Chan's apartment but you need to finish your painting for your project next week.

"Yes," Changbin answers, unable to make meet your eyes and scratching the back of his head.

"What's so important that you couldn't say it in a group chat?" You push. Your heart is racing and you have no idea why.

"It's better if we told you in person." Jisung answers, also unable to meet your eyes.

"You're scaring me...What is it?" You defensively cross your arms, bracing yourself for the impact of the news your friends have for you.

"We were just at Chan hyung's and--I can't do it." Seungmin looks to Hyun for help.

"He's cheating on you, Y/n," Hyunjin says softly.

"No, he's not. Why would you say that?" You scoff. You look around at the rest of your friends. They're all looking elsewhere, avoiding eye contact with you. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach.

"We saw him making out with Bai noona with our own eyes," Jeongin says sheepishly. His glossy eyes finally meet yours.

"No, he wouldn't do that. You're lying." Your heart sinks further into you.

"Y/n," Hyunjin breaks away from the group. He softly cups your face in his hands and places a kiss on your forehead. He looks you straight in the eyes, directly into your soul even. "I know you don't want to hear this, but he's cheating on you. With your cousin. And if he was bold enough to do it with the six of us around, it's probably been going on for a while."

"But... but he loves me he wouldn't--" You choke out, realization finally hitting you. Tears pour down your face and a choked sob escapes your throat. Your legs go out from under you, letting you crumple under your own weight. Hyunjin catches you in time and pulls you into his chest, muffling your sobs. Changbin looks anywhere but at you, as he clenches and unclenches his fist. Jeongin and Jisung have trouble holding back their tears as Minho and Seungmin quietly comfort them, reminding them that you could not see that your reaction made them cry.

***

The Break Up

You paced around Chan's living room as you waited for him to come home. You believe your friends, they never gave you a reason not to in all your years of friendship. But you need to hear it from him yourself. 

"Y/n? You're here?" Chan asks as he opens the front door. He's not too surprised to see you. He knew this would happen eventually, he has been mentally preparing himself ever since he walked back into the living room to find all of his friends missing.

"We need to talk." You stop pacing and stare at your boyfriend. You are a mess. Your hair is in a messy bun, too tired both mentally and physically to do anything else with it. You have dark bags under your eyes from lack of sleep and your face is puffy from all the crying you've been doing. Without thinking, you threw on one of Chan's shirts and a random pair of jeans before you made your way over to his apartment.

"You're right, we do." He sets his bag down on the floor by the door and walks further into the room.

You rub your hands together nervously. You've played this exact scenario in your head the past few days repeatedly but now that you're here, you have no idea where to start.

"Channie are you--"

"We should break up." He says suddenly.

"What?" He threw you off your guard.

"We both know that I've been seeing Bai behind and this is clearly the next step." He sighs, sitting down in his armchair.

"You're not going to even fight for this?"

"What's the point?" Your heart shatters into a million pieces and you suddenly can't remember how to breathe.

"B-but I don't understand why--Why are you--Why did you--How could you--With my cousin of all people, you know how I feel about her." You cry out, hot tears streaming down your face. You want to scream and cry and throw things, but you are frozen in place.

"It's over, Y/n." 

"Just like that? I deserve some sort of explanation."

"I love Bai, " Your heart somehow manages to shatter even more. You quickly run out of Chan's apartment, afraid of hearing anything else he has to say. You don't stop running until you can no longer breathe and call Hyunjin to come pick you up.

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We're a team (Mapi Leon x Reader Part 2)

Part 1 can be found here Hope you enjoy, I'm planning on making more parts to this but any suggestions on what you want to see are more than welcome 3.7k words x I've got a request that I want to do first but this will be back Writing will be slower midweek so might not be till the end of the week x Also just a warning: I've only just started watching Barca this season so I'm not too familiar with any like past relationships or friendship groups.

Ignoring the question coming from behind you, you had to focus on the problem right now and that meant firstly getting everyone calm. “Thank you so much Sofia, I’m sorry she’s a bit unsettled.”

“No worries she only just woke up, I’m sorry for interrupting you two.” She said making her way out of the driveway. “I’ll see you next week.”

“Thank you.”

It was now or never, you knew you wouldn’t get Mapi to leave right now with the obvious questions that she would want answers to. Thankfully you had managed to quieten the cries and lull the little girl back to sleep but that just left you in silence.

“Mapi, this is Isabella, my daughter.” If her eyes couldn’t get any wider before they have now. “Look I’ll put her back to bed, if you’ll give me five minutes maybe I can answer some questions. I know this is probably very confusing right now.”

“I’ll make us both a drink.”

Usually you would just be able to transfer her back into the cot but as if to prolong the wait, you took your time knowing this would just be the beginning of opening up again. Even just watching her in her sleep brought you back down to Earth, from the little bear she had a vice grip on, to the way her bleach blonde hair sprayed out onto the mattress. Everyone who met her said she was your spitting image and you loved that, she was your mini me in every way possible. Pressing one final kiss to her forehead, you walked out the door and grabbed the monitor before heading downstairs where you found Mapi on the sofa, with what looked like two peppermint teas in front of her, her eyes following you every move as you entered the living room.

“Thank you.” You whispered taking a seat beside her but leaving enough of a gap to give her space. “I know this is probably a massive shock right now but maybe I can answer your questions now.”

“You have a daughter?”

“I do.”

“An actual daughter?”

“She looked pretty real to me.” You tried to tease but stopped when her serious face did not waver. “Sorry, I do. As I said her name is Isabella but everyone calls her Bella. She’s two and a half, her birthday is in December.”

“She looks exactly like you.” She pointed to the photo of her taken only a few weeks ago sat on the coffee table. “She’s cute.”

“Did the Mapi León just call me cute?”

“Shut up.” Finally a small smile came out as she took a small sip of her tea. “I presume you still like this from the boxes in your cupboard.”

“As much as I love coffee, this definitely helps me get to sleep.”

“So when did you find out, that you were pregnant?”

“The day after the final game of the season. I wasn’t feeling too well so I took a test and then yeah it came back positive.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.” If you didn’t know better than you would say there was a tiny peak of jealously coming out with that last bit but you ignored it.

“I didn’t want to distract you all, the plan was to tell you all when you came back and then things just got out of control and then you all blocked me and I didn’t want to be a burden on you. In terms of the father, well more like donor, he didn’t want anything to do with it. He was just a drunken mistake on a night out but you know how much I wanted to be a mum and I knew from the moment I found out I was pregnant that I would be having the baby.”

“I’m sorry he left you like that.” She whispered taking your hand in her own, moving to fill the gap next to you so your head could lie on her shoulder and you instinctively curled into her side, her arm over your shoulder. “So who has her when you’re at training? Your parents?”

“I wish. I told them when you were at the world cup and they cut me off, said they were ashamed of me and it was either them or the baby.”

“And you chose the baby.”

“So I’ve never seen them since that day, they’ve never met Bella. They never reached out to me and I sure as hell am not reaching out to them.”

“So you thought we would all react the same way.” She joined the pieces together. “So you’ve done this all alone.”

“You were all my family and losing you all meant I lost my best friends, every time I thought about reaching out to you my mind would just stop me. I told myself that I would tell you once I gave birth but she came early and we were in hospital so again I just didn’t want to burden you all with that.”

“So who supports you both now? Who looks after Bella when you’re away?”

“I’m not quite sure yet what I’ll do when we’re away overnight but right now she goes to nursery during the week and then they knew some people I could trust when I needed someone to look after her at the weekend.”

“But other than that she’s with you?”

“Every moment of free time I have is spent with her.” You knew it was going to be hard as the footballing life doesn’t exactly match up to being a single mum but as you were always told nothing worth having is easy. “Tonight was the first night I’ve not been there when she woke up.”

“Can I see some photos?”

“Of course.” No longer was your photo library filled with photos of yourself but it was now just a mural of your daughter. “This is her when she was born.”

“She looks tiny.” Mapi almost whispered, observing the tiny baby on the screen in an incubator, taking you back to the days where she could have fit in the palm of your hand.

“She was in hospital for just over a month…” Taking her through some of the good photos you have together you took her from leaving the hospital to celebrating her first birthday to all the two Christmases you’ve spent at home. “This was just last week, she loves animals so she loved the zoo.”

“You should be so proud of yourself, by the looks of it you’ve got an amazing little girl.”

“Thank you.”

“And you know I’m not going to walk away now, neither will the girls if you decide to tell them. We’re a team and I’d love to get to know Bella.”

“I’d really like that.”

“I’m sorry as well for how I’ve treated you these past few days, I let my sadness at the whole situation just turn into anger and I shouldn’t have.”

“I think no-one’s handled the situation perfectly but hopefully we can look past that now.”

“I’d like that.”

…..

You had the weekend off before training would ramp up on Monday and in usual Saturday style the plan was to enjoy the sunny weather whilst it was still around before a movie night in bed tonight. That was the plan anyway but just as you and Bella were settled on the sofa before you got ready, engrossed in the latest animated show she loved, the doorbell rang.

“Wonder who that could be?” You said, picking her up to go and answer it. “I wonder if Sofia left something.”

“Hola.” You definitely was not expecting to open to the door and find Mapi stood on the other side, blushing as you remembered you were only in a small pink bralette and sleep shorts.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was hoping that maybe you’d allow me to spend the day with you both. If not I can go, I know I’m intruding but….”

“You’re not.” You interrupted her. “Come in.”

“Thank you.” You could see Bella’s eyes training on Mapi as you led them both through to the sofa, taking up the same seats as last night. “Bella this is my friend Mapi, do you think we can let her play with us today?”

“Play?” She asked gesturing to her toys scattered all over the floor.

“Why don’t I take her whilst you get dressed? Give mama time to shower because she smells, she’s stinky.” That was definitely your favourite sound the in the world as laughter resonated around the room from Mapi tickling her belly.

“If you’re sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise, come on mi Bella.” It’s hard to believe there’s anything that would make your heart heavier right now than seeing the heavily tattooed, usually quite serious, woman pulling faces as she pulled the toddler from your arms. “Go.”

“Alright I’m going.” You stood up, watching as Mapi transferred herself onto the floor with Bella on her lap.

You could feel her eyes trailing on you as you walked out of the room. “Nice outfit by the way, pink suits you..”

“Shut up.”

…..

Sometimes it’s scary to think how much life can change in just 24 hours. 24 hours ago you were sat on the other side of a changing room to Mapi, not daring to even look her way and thinking she hated you. Now she was on a slide with your daughter on her lap, the two squealing as they reached the bottom before climbing back up and going again.

“Are you two ready to go back now?” You shouted over to them. “One more time and then we’re going.”

“Yes mama.”

This little park was almost your safe haven, it was just busy enough that no-one took their time to recognise either you or Mapi and you were free to play with Bella. Mapi had taken the lead today leaving you to sit on the grass and catch up with your tan, every so often looking over to find the two of them stuck into what they were doing.

“Mama, mama, mama.” Bella came squealing over once they were done, bundling into your lap. “Mapi fun.”

“Mapi’s fun?”

“Mm.” She said taking a sip of the drink Mapi had got out for her whilst she sat down next to me. “Tired.”

“You’re tired? Have a little nap now and I’ll wake you up when we get home.” It didn’t take long for the little girl to close her eyes in your lap, covering her with the spare jacket you brought as the afternoon sun begun to fade. “Thank you for today, she already loves you.”

“She’s a great little girl.” She whispered, gently running her fingers down her face. “Probably ready for her dinner though.”

“She knows Saturday night is pizza night. Would you like to join us tonight? Saturday night is always dedicated as our film night, it’s usually something silly like Frozen but you’re more than welcome to join us.”

“I’d love to but…”

“You probably already have plans, it’s fine you’ve spent the day with us today.” You quickly shut down, moving to pack things up around you whilst keeping the little girl still, embarrassed that you’d assumed she would want to spend the time with you.

“Stop, let me do that. What I was about to say is that I’d love to spend the evening with you, I just need to go home and feed Bagheera.”

“Wow she’s still going strong.”

“Still my little baby.” She confirmed. “I’ll drop you both off and then I’ll nip back and meet you back at your place if you’d like?”

So that was the plan, usually we would do the movie night in your bed but you didn’t want to make Mapi uncomfortable so you settled for the sofa downstairs as Bella took her nap. You knew this meant she would be up late tonight but the excitement of meeting someone new had definitely took its toll on her. You didn’t leave her too long though waiting until Mapi’s car had pulled up outside to bring her back downstairs.

“Guess who’s got pizza?” You heard her shout as you walked down the stairs. “So I don’t know what you two like but I went for margherita and pepperoni, can’t go wrong with a classic. Oh and a garlic bread”

“You know there’s only two adults right?” You questioned seeing the three large boxes on the table.

“Plus one little food monster.” She grinned, taking Bella from your arms. “Tell mama to go and get the drinks and then we can eat.”

“Go mama.”

“Wow already turning my daughter against me.” You teased but did so anyway, retrieving drinks for the three of you and a plate for Bella.

You were wrong about the amount of food you had as by the time you finished there were only a few crusts left, minus the ton of sauce around Bella’s mouth.

“Frozen now?” Bella asked.

“It’s Frozen time.”

“Bed?”

“You want to go to bed?” Mapi questioned the little girl on her lap. “I thought you wanted to watch Frozen?”

“She means she wants to watch it in my bed, how about we watch it down here tonight?”

“Mama bed.” She whined again and you knew she wasn’t going to stop until you went to bed.

“Is Mapi ok with that?” You questioned leaving the ball in her court.

“I’m happy with that. How about I clean up and you can go and get your pyjamas on and then we can watch the film together? Good?”

“Good.”

Bella wanted to show off her Frozen pyjamas for her new favourite person, plaiting her hair so it was just like Elsa before settling in the middle of the bed. You decided that your denim shorts weren’t exactly suitable for this and found an old sports shirt that went down to your mid-thigh for you to wear.

“Woah look at this huge bed?” Mapi teased as she walked in and found the two of you already in bed. “Can I join you two?”

“This side.” Bella pointed to the opposite side of where you were led, Mapi immediately getting under the covers. She was only in her lightweight shorts so you didn’t think she’d be too fussed about getting changed. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

You’d now watched Frozen so many times that you were certain if you were asked you could recite it line for line but Bella enjoyed explaining every single detail for Mapi, who definitely exaggerated her emotions in a cute way to seem excited by the film. By the end though the little girl was asleep between you both as you watched the credits roll.

“I shall see you on Monday then?” Mapi asked as the two of you sat up. “Thank you for today.”

“No thank you, I’ll see you at training.”

“Please think about speaking to Alexia.” She asked as we went down the stairs. “She’s just hurt and upset but she’d understand.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you.” Wrapping her arm around your waist she pulled you into her chest, your head resting in the crook of her neck as you enjoyed the instant warmth you felt. You’ve secretly known for a long time that she always had this effect on you, but even after all this time you felt safe in her arms, enjoying the way her fingers traced little patterns at the bottom of your back. But just as you thought she might have felt the same way, she let go and collected all her things. “I’ll see you soon, call me if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

Leaving you with one final wink and a soft kiss pressed to your cheek she was off into the night. Of course that used to be a normal thing for you, the whole Spanish team were quite affectionate with each other and you just put it down to that but deep down you knew they weren’t waking each other up with a kiss in the morning, a kiss to say goodnight, a kiss on the forehead when you got into the changing room. Just another thing you were slowly learning to get used to again and probably shouldn’t have left your heart beating as fast as it was.

…..

Coming in on Monday you realised how hard it would be to keep this secret between you and Mapi, she no longer wanted to treat you like a stranger but she couldn’t do that without people asking questions on your secrets. Secrets which you knew couldn’t last forever.

The next piece of unravelling that secret came through Alexia, but to do that you would need Mapi’s help. Knowing that you had no way of contacting Alexia, you organised for Mapi to bring Alexia to a small café before training where you would meet her.

“Ok so I’m going to introduce you to another one of my friends today.” You explained to Bella as you got her out of the car. “Mapi’s also going to be there but I think you’ll like my other friend.”

“Mapi?”

“Yeah Mapi’s inside.”

Your plan was to slowly talk yourself up to doing this as you walked inside but that was all scuppered when Bella let go of your hand seeing Mapi facing towards you and Alexia with her back to you.

“Mapi!” She shouted, sprinting over to the familiar face.

Luckily for you she noticed her and managed to slip her chair out enough for Bella to climb straight onto her lap. “Bella!”

“Who’s this cutie?” Alexia asked.

“My daughter.” You announced your presence, taking the seat next to between them. “Hey.”

You needed to get used to this shocked face as her eyes flitted back and forth between you and Bella. “Your daughter?”

So that led you to explaining the basics of the situation again, Mapi kept Bella entertained when she asked about where her father was but like she assured you, the reaction was a positive one.

“Bella come here.” You gestured over for her to come and sit on your lap. “So this is Alexia.”

“Hola and you must be Ben.” Alexia smirked, pretending to shake her hand.

“Bella.” The little girl repeated.

“Bethany.”

“Bella.”

“Ah it’s Bella.” She finally gave in, taking the little girl onto her own lap and then turning to Mapi. “So when did you find out?”

“I took Y/N back on Friday and saw her so I spent the day with them yesterday.

“Well Alexia is much more fun than boring Mapi.” Alexia teased, tickling Bella so squeals resonated round the little café. “Are you going to tell the rest of the team?”

“I think so, I was most worried about telling you both so the rest should be a breeze.”

“You had no reason to be worried.” Mapi once again reassured you. “We know it’s been tough but we’re here for you no matter what.”

“Completely.” Alexia agreed with her. “Bella just becomes the fourth member of our squad.”

When the time came to go to training you dropped Bella off at the nursery before making your way to the training centre. You could instantly see the looks coming your way as the team obviously noted that Alexia and Mapi waited for you at the door, laughing with you as you all entered the changing room.

“Ok what’s going on?” Irene asked as the group all fell silent. “Just last week you three weren’t even speaking.”

“You should actually all gather round because I’ve got something you’ll all want to hear.” And that’s how the secret unravelled further as you let all your teammates in on your life. “I just want you all know that whatever you heard at the time or whatever you feel now, I never wanted to stop playing. Every inch of me wished that I could have been with you for that tournament and I’m sorry I never told you all but I’ve got an amazing little girl and hopefully I can help the team again.”

All your Spanish and previous teammates came and officially welcomed you back, a breath of relief coming out with every hug you received.

“Welcome to the mum club.” Irene said as she gave you hers. “I’m always here if you need anything.”

“The same with you, I might not be much help but I can try.”

“Does she look like you?” Claudia asked. “Come on I need some pictures.”

“She’s the cutest thing ever,” Alexia said.

“And Y/N’s twin.” Mapi said. “She’s definitely your daughter.”

So that’s how you spent the majority of the training session, in the changing room all they wanted to see was every photo and video you had of her from a baby up until now. When you were on the field they just wanted story after story and would not stop until you promised to bring her one day.

Just as you were about to walk into the shower room after the session you stopped in your tracks when you heard your name being mentioned.

“I heard her and Mapi used to be really close.” The accent gave away that it was Caroline. “Them and Alexia.”

“Mapi never really mentioned her.” That voice you could tell was Ingrid Engen, the one girl on the team who didn’t really welcome you and stayed well away.

“I think there was a big bust up because of this, like they looked quite close again this morning.”

“Maybe, Mapi has been a little tense this past week. I was meant to be hanging out with her on Saturday but she cancelled on Saturday morning.”

“Why?”

“Oh she said her parents had organised a surprise family meal or something, something she couldn’t get out of.” You wouldn’t call it a smug face but you were a bit confused as to why she’d come to you when she already had plans.

“I’m sure like you said it was something she just couldn’t get out of, I wouldn’t worry about that or anything to do with Y/N.”

“Oh I’m not worried about any sort of competition between us two and Mapi’s never really like overly playful with any children.”

Really? I guess she really didn’t know her at all then.

#mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #mapi leon imagine #alexia putellas #woso imagine #woso imagines #barcelona femeni #espwnt #woso x reader #mapi leon imagines

[blushcoloreddreams]

How to do your laundry 101

Taking care of your laundry is one of those mundane tasks you’ll need to deal with for the rest of your life so might as well learn to do it well and enjoy it. So this is my routine and top tips I gathered since living alone

Sort throughout the week (everyday). Every day I separate my dirty clothes on my hamper into darks and lights on another other side. Before taking them to laundry machine I always check my rewear drawer for any dirty clothes. I usually run 1- 2 cycles in the days I do it, totaling around 4 a week since the apartment building I currently live in has a shared laundry room and I can’t got the machines all for myself but if you have your own, feel free to do it all in one go. First cycle is for every day light or white everyday clothing, second to everyday dark or colored clothes. Cycle 3 for towels and bedding which I’ll run with a normal cycle with hot water to ensure they get a deep hygienic cleaning from body oills, lotions and any lingering bacteria. Cycle 4 is for cleaning cloths / bath mats that. And maybe an extra “cycle”, more often than not, done by hand for any delicate pieces, special fabrics or depending on the dirtiness level, that should be washed on a delicate mode. This regime is more intuitively than definitive, sometimes I’ll merge darks and lights together on a cold cycle specially if they are not heavily dirty. Separations is done to prevent colored clothing to bleeding to lighter clothing but this is mostly a concern for any new clothes with deep coloring like indigo, died denim and reds so be sure to wash them separately on the first few times.

Set a time for that. I usually do it Tuesday nights and Thursday morning but you might need to do it more often if you got a bigger family, the important thing is to turn it into a routine and not a dreadful task

Dress comfortably cute - I like to put my hair up in a claw clip to get it out of my face when cleaning and so it doesn’t touch anything It shouldn’t. Dressing up a bit always help you romanize what you are doing and feel better about yourself. (Also I’d hate to meet a neighbor in pajamas haha)

Learn how to treat stains - for blood hydrogen peroxide, apply it directly to the stain, spray some water to keep it hydrated and let it there for 10-15 min and throw it in the laundry preferably on cold water. For oil stains I use baking soda and dish detergent, splotch out any excess oil then sprinkle some baking soda to absorb the oil, I’ll let it sit overnight and the next morning I’ll scrub with dish detergent to help breakdown the oils and I’ll put it into laundry in a hot cycle. For all common stains like ketchup, almond butter coffee berries, vinegar and ink first gently take any excess with a paper towel. For any grease food stains I’ll also add a bit of dish deteargent. If the stain is fresh you only need to treat it with oxygen bleach and water and wait for about 15 min but honestly I often only take care of then on the end of the day or the week and that’s why I rely on the soak method a lot specially for these tough stains.I’ll fill a bin or clean sink with hot water and oxygen bleach and let it soak every night, after it just rinse and add it to the wash cycle and if the stain remains don’t put it into the dryer or it can permanently set the stain.

Read the clothing tag whenever you get new clothes to get familiar with the fabric. I usually check it with a care label guide I found on Pinterest.

Choose the right detergent for you. I prefer powder since it’s more concentrated and work as well as liquid ones. And usually I just add a bit of fabric softer since I’m not allergic

Less is more, you don’t need to use the whole pack to clean it better. Excess laundry detergent can not fully dissolve and form excess studs which won’t get rinsed away properly, and makes it harder for the clothes to create the traction needed to wash the dirt off. 2 table spoons per full load is what seems to work for me.

Flip the clothes inside out. The inside of your garment is usually the dirtiest since it comes in contact with your skin and sweat and it also protect the ink from graphic tees. Also flip the pockets inside out to check any items that shouldn’t go in the wash

Use a mesh bag for delicates like bras and lace garments to protect them pilling or tangling with other items in the load

Choose the right settings for the washing. There are usually 3 settings, cottons, delicates and permanent press. Delicates is the most gentle, cotton the most intense. 99% of the time I choose cottons on a normal cycle unless I’m washing delicates that are machine washable. I prefer cold water to prevent shrinking and color fading

Tidy and clean between cycles. The avarage washing cycle is 15 min to an hour while the drying is 30 min -45 min so while you are already in the spirit you can use this time to tidy up around the home.

Don’t forget about the wet laundry so it doesn’t smell weird. If it does add a sprinkle of baking soda and run the cycle again on the hottest Setting

Remove lint from the lint trap in the dryer to avoid if from getting back from the clothes.

Air dry delicates. I use a rack and I lay the garments as flat as I can to prevent the fibers from stretching. I use it for any athletic wear, delicates max rayons or things the label recommends to do so

Tune in while folding the clothes. Sometimes I like to listen to a podcast, audiobook or YouTube video to make it more fun and keep me engaged

#personal #home & lifestyle #home making #femininity #personal development #laundry #cleaning #organization #homemaking

[captain-mj]

The serial killer au is just amazing! The perfect amount of fluff and hurt and fucked up-ness

Waiting patiently in front of my bowl for part 2

Took me a minute but I made it!

Part 1 and also CW: everything. So much. There's Dubcon. Explicit stuff. A man is murdered. Vague references to self harm. Dead Dove

Soap knew the moment the man died. Ghost was pouting about it. He took Soap down to the basement to keep him company as he poured bleach all over the blood soaked floor.

The blood went in arcs all over the floor and walls. Like there had been a fountain of it with several buckets of it hitting the floor.

"I can't believe I hit a vein. Fucker bled to death." Ghost treated the body like a broken toy. Kicking it to the side so he could pour more bleach on it. It fell so limply.

Lifeless soulless eyes looking up at him, as if to judge him. As if to ask why Soap stood upstairs doing nothing about it.

Soap nodded, feeling a bit sick. He looked away and upstairs. There was a burst of energy in his limbs. It felt like he was a rabbit, ready to sprint.

But the wolf in question would never hurt him.

Ghost, probably reading Soap's mind as he had a tendency to do, crossed the room, gloved hands trailing along his throat.

"Poised to run?"

"Nah. Much prefer being with you." He grabbed his wrist, not to stop him but to pull him closer.

Ghost rubbed his thumb against Soap's clavicle, pressing in a little. "With him gone, I guess you'll need to keep me entertained."

"You did mention something about new toys." Soap joked before noticing the way Ghost's hand tightened.

"Johnny."

Oh no. Serious voice and his name. Ghost was about to say something earth shattering.

"Do you want to see my face?"

Yep. Earth Shattering.

"What?" Soap wheezed.

"Yeah. How about this. We play a game and if you can win, I'll show you my face."

Soap panted immediately. "What? Really? What's the game?"

"I set a timer. You last."

This was some trick. "Last how? Like don't..." Soap felt himself get flustered. Yes, Ghost had put him in degrading positions and had done unspeakable things with those long fingers of his, but something about just saying "don't cum your brains out" was a little too bold for him.

"Nah. Nothing so cruel. I know you have a hair trigger."

The worst part? Soap always took longer than his partners before. Ghost was just good at what he did.

"You just have to stay awake."

Soap didn't understand, but to see Ghost's face? He'd stay up for weeks. "Yeah, okay. I agree."

Ghost grinned. Soap could see how the skin around his eyes wrinkled, even though there was no change in the actual depths. Still dead and empty. "Excellent."

He yanked him upstairs, lifting him off the ground for a few seconds. Ghost's hands were all over him. Groping him. Grabbing at him. Yanking his hair until he...

"You moan like a whore." Ghost growled at him, yanking his hair to get another pitiful moan out of him. He started to tug at his clothes, wanting Soap undressed as always. Soap obliged, loving those rough gloves on his body.

Ghost grinned. "And so you know I'm serious." He grabbed a blindfold and put it on Soap. There was a rustling of fabric after it was on and then Soap's hands were pressed to his bare face. Ghost must've shaved recently. Suddenly, he realized what Ghost's scars were. A giant smile, reaching up to his cheeks.

Did someone do that to Ghost? While Soap knew about the scars along Ghost's shoulders, he didn't think cutting a smile was something Ghost would do to himself, even if he was in the worst of mindsets.

"Just have to stay awake."

"How long?"

"You don't get to know. I can't make this easy on you. It's my face on the line."

Soap hummed softly. "Do whatever you want to me." He could feel Ghost's mouth on his body. Sweet and loving. Gentle fingers.

Soap laid back and just floated in the sensation of being prepped. Finally, he was starting to learn to go to this soft and floating place so that way he could take what Ghost gave him.

After being prepped for a good long while, his body easily able to take three of Ghost's fingers, did Ghost pull back.

Soap felt an expectedly cold on his cock when Ghost dropped lube on his cock. It made him pause, wondering what was going on. He considered voicing his confusion, but the small chance that Ghost might drop the deal kept him quiet.

Ghost's breath brushed against his cock and Soap's hips jerked up slightly, almost into his face. It made him chuckle and kiss Soap's stomach lightly.

Something touched the tip of his cock and then it started to slip down like a glove. He jerked and wiggled, not liking the feeling of cold lube and silicon quite that much. "Called a fleshlight. Just relax. Feel better in a minute."

It wasn't quite like a person, too... plastic. But it did start to feel nice. Especially when the heat from Ghost's hand warmed it up. He started to buck his hips up, even more confused by what Ghost's game was.

"Is the timer hours or days?"

The toy quickly moved faster, knocking the breath out of him. He could hear Ghost angrily whispering about Soap's stupid ability to think. It started... buzzing.

Soap felt the red on his cheeks spread to the tips of his ear. He had never used a vibrator before and this was... He whimpered and bit his lip to shut up.

It squeezed around him slowly and Soap's legs twitched. His hole clenched with the need to be filled. He wanted Ghost to finger him again. Or maybe just ram himself into him. Break him open.

Something silicon pressed to his hole too.

"Jesus Ghost. Prefer you."

"I'm flattered." Ghost grinned. He pushed it in and Soap immediately had a sneaking suspicion he knew what the challenge was. It was ridged and even with the thorough prep, it felt like he was actually going to break open from the inch that was pushing in. By the second ridge shoving inside him, Soap's legs snapped shut and both the toy around his cock and the one being pushed in stopped. It was a small mercy and a clear sign that Ghost was secretly being generous tonight.

Ghost didn't pull the stupid thing out but he did focus on the toy on his cock. It was so good. He felt himself just drifting as he took it and took it. Well, trying.

He came for the first time and Ghost just kept going. Overstimulation got worse but he could handle it. Was determined to handle it. To see Ghost's face. Blond hair maybe? What nose did he have? Soft lips?

Soap started to build up again. His stomach started to tense up into knots, legs shaking. It felt so good but it was starting to get to be too much, too fast. He was going to...

Soap jerked away before he could finish, trying desperately to get respite from the assaulting pleasure, and Ghost paused again. Slowly the toy pressed in deeper. Soap figured out this game as well. Too much pleasure or take more. The toy was now pressed right at his prostate and it only made the situation worse as his cock pathetically jumped against his stomach.

Sobs tore their way through him. Sensations bombarding him until he felt like he was nothing but what he felt from Ghost's hands. The blindfold and the deafening silence of anything but Soap's own fucked out whimpers made it feel like he really was a Ghost. Just a set of hands set to destroy him and ruin him in anyway possible.

Soap couldn't take it anymore. It made him feel so stretched and full that it started to drive him crazy. He jerked up into the toy and laid there to take the assault again. Unfortunately for Soap, it seemed the time away had not decreased his sensitivity at all. His orgasm started to build again and he just forced himself to take it. It washed over him like a wave, suffocating him.

Soap was pretty sure he wasn't hard anymore. Not from lack of trying, of course, and definitely not from lack of enjoying it. He started to cry harder, feeling the shame of being into this. Of sickeningly enjoying it. Soap pulled back from the fleshlight and felt the dildo immediately start to press deeper. Each ridge had him choking on sobs, horribly turned on and able to do nothing but take take take.

Soap shook his head. Where was the timer? They had been doing this for an eternity? Soap reached down, feeling the small bump in his stomach from where he was being impaled. If he pressed, he could feel his muscles jumping while trying hard to let him cum one more time. Despite Ghost's sadistic methods, he still struggled with more than once and three times was a struggle that took hours. It had to have been hours.

Soap came a third time, feeling warm liquid on his thighs. He wondered if it was Ghost's or himself. The idea of Ghost coming untouched at the sight of him. That watching Soap debase himself, become so debauched he'd let Ghost torture him so and get off on it. Made him cum. It got him horrifically close to a fourth time.

"I can't..." Soap gritted out. "No more. I can't..."

Ghost paused and leaned over him. "New deal."

"Sir, please." Soap couldn't. His brain wasn't working anymore. It couldn't.

"You have another hour on the timer."

"No, god please." Soap sobbed so hard the pillow under his head became wet. "I can't."

"Not much left of this toy. All the way in and I'll still give you your reward."

Soap had to think hard. Ghost's hand dragged his to show there were just four ridges left. He could do that. He could.

"Okay."

Ghost turned the fleshlight on high and slowly started to push it in.

"Wait." Soap choked out.

One of four and Soap was starting to wonder if the toy was tapered because it just felt harder with push. So much. So intense. So big. He wondered if the wetness in his thighs was his own blood. If he had been torn. If Ghost would keep him on his shelf a little longer.

"Stop."

Two of four and Soap was sobbing, hurtling towards some great beyond. He started to babble instead of talk. His body was shattering. His brain was turning to mush. So fucking big and his cock was being fucking milked a

"No."

Three of four and Soap's started to shake as he hurtled towards the edge. Just as he reached it, just as he was about to get his reward, Soap's head lolled back as he blacked out, cumming right as he did.

Ghost tsked his tongue. "Hope you have sweet dreams thanks to this." He, carefully, pulled the toy out of him, watching the way Soap gaped from it. Soap was lucky he was asleep or he'd been stuffed full of cum until he was drunk on it. Ghost used his hand and then got to work taking care of Soap. Bathing him and changing his clothes. He laid him gently back in his bed and left him to sleep.

After a little back and forth, he decided to give Soap a consolation prize. A little one. He didn't tie him up before he left. Soap could get to wander around to his little heart's content.

Ghost kissed his hair, admiring him. His bitten lips and pretty complexion. He wanted to press him between the pages of a book like a flower to preserve him. Instead, he had to settle for just admiring him. Johnny needed to sleep, so he left him to do so.

Before he did though, he picked up his phone, putting it in his pocket. The alarm had went off about 45 minutes before. Ghost had just had it on vibrate so Soap would only know if Ghost told him. It had been an insurance policy in case Ghost changed his mind about the face thing. Which he did.

Soap sobbed when he woke up. His entire abdomen was sore and his legs still felt like jelly. He tried to sit up and pain rushed through him.

How could he mess things up like that? He was so close. He was going to get to see him.

His entire over sensitive body picked up on every single drag of the sheets. Every sensation setting him on fire.

"Ghost?"

No answer.

"Ghost!" Soap called again and when no one answered, he took the blindfold off. He glanced around before seeing a note, explaining that for his efforts, Ghost left him untied.

Only one small problem, it hurt to move and there was zero chance he could walk in this state.

Soap just shoved his face into the pillows and sobbed.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #cod #ghostsoap #soapghost

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Was I the asshole for biting my sibling and getting arrested?

So this happened five years ago. I see how stupid this whole thing is in hindsite and have grown a lot since them but the fact I got arrested still affects me to this day when I try to get jobs. I'm 23 now but at the time I was 18, actually I'd just turned 18 a week before this incident, and my sibling(nb29) was 24 at the time. We got into a scuffle in a parking lot bc they had picked me up for a ride but it started snowing and we didn't have a scraper for some reason and we were both too stubborn to wipe it off some other way so we sat waiting for it to melt. they turned on a podcast that I hated, and when they wouldn't turn it off I started playing music on my phone loudly and annoyingly. They grabbed my phone and started rolling down the window to throw it out the window. Because I'd bought it with my own money I desperately tried to get it back, and after a bit of a scuffle I resorted to biting their arm to get them to let go of the phone. After clamping down for a few seconds it was clear this was futile unless I took it too far and broke the skin so I let them go and they threw the phone out the window into the snow. I ran out of the car and got my phone and it seemed undamaged. They had a mark on their arm from the bite but no skin was broken. We got the snow off somehow and I asked them to drop me off at a friend's house and I was unwinding hanging out with my friend and decided to start bleaching and dying my hair to de-stress. Halfway thru bleaching I get a call that I have to turn myself in from a sheriff. So I hurriedly wash the bleach out of my hair and have to spend the night in jail unable to sleep with my ankles chained while waiting to see the judge about bail. Some may be wondering why they took this seriously in the first place, well apparently since we both lived with out mom in the same house this counted as domestic violence and the particular sheriff decided she couldnt ignore it. Anyways after one of the most traumatic nights of my life I find out I'm homeless because I can't live in the same house as someone who claimed I was domesticly abusing them. Also because it was domestic I couldn't participate in any first offense pardon or community service programs. So I spend the rest of my high school year having to live with friends. Anyways a year goes by, in the end the more serious simple assault charge is dropped but I end up charged with summary harassment but it still has already affected how quickly I can get jobs, and I was actually denied a job already for it once. My relationship with my sibling used to be great a few years before this incident but I had been acting out during this time because of a lot of personal issues, and because they took it so far and still think I deserved the consequences 100% I don't think the relationship can ever be restored. They still think that this was necessary for my growth. As for our mom she may be the real asshole for allowing this to happen. She knew my sibling wanted to call the police on me and didn't interfere because "we were adults who could make our own decisions" but she didn't realize it would cause me to be homeless.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP4/ONE’S GOT CLASS THE OTHER ONE DYES (PART 3)

This post is going to be a bit of a quicky. Scene: Lane's bathroom, where Rory is assisting Lane in dying her hair the color of Dean Forrester's balls. Purple. The dude's been waiting over 2 years to get past second base. Come on Rory. Throw him a handy. (Speaking of...the lack of Dean in this episode so far is making me fearful for when he may suddenly appear). Rory expresses her concern that using bleach in an unventilated bathroom might kill them both, but Lane is, like leave those windows locked! i want my mother to smell bleach when she arrives home! Because when she smells bleach she'll definitely think "Lane must be dying her hair" and not "someone is covering up a crime scene"

My belief is that deep down, every Gilmore Girls character is a potential serial killer, and they all have one specific event that will set their killing sprees into motion. Dave Ryglaski suddenly getting sucked into the Male Gilmore Girls Character California Wormhole may just be Lane's.

This episode's got the words "hell" AND "condoms" in it plus not one but TWO rapidfire pop culure references from the 1990's, and not 1973? We're getting bold and spicy in Season 3! Ole! The procedure goes horribly wrong and causes Lane tremendous scalp pain, so back to the beauty supply store they shall go in a few moments, where Shane has returned after servicing Jess on her smoke break. I really love the word "servicing" as a stand in for "blowjob", quite honestly. Per Wikipedia: Vin Diesel's birth name is Mark Sinclair. Sinclair began going by his stage name "Vin Diesel" while working as a bouncer at the New York nightclub Tunnel, wanting a tougher sounding name for his occupation. Vin comes from his mother's married last name Vincent, while the surname Diesel came from his friends due to his tendency to be energetic.

Why does that jacket make such a difference on Luke? When he takes that jacket off he looks super dorky, but jacket on, he looks pretty dang hot. More layers for Luke, fewer layers for Jess. One of the moots told me this event is supposed to be taking place at 4pm for an after school club, which is supposed to explain why L&L are talking to a classroom of teenagers while the main Teens of The Hollow are carousing about town, bleaching their scalps and getting serviced in closets.

In my regular Post-Post discussion with @frazzledsoul, we discussed how Luke, I mean, Butch here, graduated in 1984, the year Jess was born. At the same time Liz always refers to him as "big brother", so she would have been younger than 17 when she gave birth to Jess? Even though the writers retconned some of the other Liz Lore established in 2x5 (like that she was married) I think it's generally accepted that she was around 18 when she gave birth and not quite as young as Lorelai was when she had Rory. This is what 80% of the fanfics about Jess’ early life that I used to read had seemed to share a consensus on anyway. So we discussed the possiblity that Liz and Luke may be very close in age, even less than a year apart so they ended up in the same grade, which is plausible, or less likely, they're twins, but I'm not sold on that. Lastly, it's possible she just calls him "big brother" merely because she's annoying and the drugs have fried her brain and she doesn't even know what day of the week it is no less how old her own brother is.

That's the best part about Gilmore Girls.

The bleach appears to have seeped into Lane's braincase and she's delirious. She's not making any sense. I'm afraid there is no saving her now.

I mean, this has always been Rory's typical expression whenever another person reminds her that she's supposed to be so freaking in love with Dean, but she's aware she's actually dating a pile of camel droppings while everyone else has their heads so far up their asses that they don't see it, but now she's got the JessSweats on top of it. She's in a real pickle.

What is the "feeling" of dating Dean Forrester exactly? Is it that feeling Rory has been experiencing for the last 2 years, the feeling that there's vomit stuck in the back of her throat that is always so close to spewing out but it never does? Is that what you want Lane?

This is one of the clearest views of the Quarter on a String I've seen thus far, and now that I can see it so clearly, it actually looks more like a dented bottle cap and not a quarter.

All this time I've been giving Dean Forrester credit for spending 25 cents on this thing when he actually paid nothing because he stole it from Lorelai's business competitor, the homeless man who scours The Hollow for scrap metal and change with a metal detector. I was thinking an after school business club at Stars Hollow High School where you had to listen to Lorelai Gilmore speak would be pretty sucky, but then I remembered the alternative is being not at school in Stars Hollow instead and that's worse.

Lorelai Gilmore everyone, the Prominent Local Luminary. Beautiful handwriting on the chalkboard, did Jess write that too?

Oh how I love 35 year old high school Extras. "You all know Luke Danes from his fabulous diner." Yeah, it's where these "high school students" hold their AARP meetings. Luke Danes seeing a room full of high school students: I've never seen any of you people in my god damn ife but if you want a job waiting tables at a place where nobody tips and I flout child labor laws and pay you in lettuce scraps then come on down and fill out an application. Also, my nephew could use some friends. Lorelai Gilmore, seeing a room full of high school students: Which one of you handsome boys want to become my daughter's stepdad?

Yes, I have a question for Ms. Gilmore. After Crusty got you pregnant the first time, why do you still keep letting him stick his CrustyWiener inside of you again and again? Take your time I'll wait. By the way, did you know that David Sutcliffe recently said women shouldn't have the right to vote? Just putting that little nugget out there. What was surely going to be a motivational speech for the ages by Some Lady Who Barely Works At Some Inn is totally derailed when the 50 year old students keep asking Lorelai how babies are made. Despite her best efforts to change the subject, she fails miserably but for some reason KarenDebbie is put out by Lorelai's handling of the affair. I'm not sure what Lorelai was supposed to do exactly.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #OGCTOOD #rory gilmore #lane kim #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #butch danes #JessSweats

[not-alien-girl-v]

New Girl au (The 1975)

Warning: language, drinking, tw matty healy, boobs

Note: How we feeling mattynation do we want more? Cameo from 5sos due to requests for it but i promise this isn’t a 5sos fic. Also both the 1975 and 5sos are together as bands but neither are famous they’re just somewhat known throughout the LA scene, which is where this story takes place.

“I guess it all started with a concert,” she begins.

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“Hey baby, you come here often?” None other than Luke Hemmings flirts from behind the woman, and with a heavy sigh, she turns her head over her shoulder, looking up to meet his eyes.

“We’re already dating, you’re drunk, and this is the third time you’ve tried that line with me tonight. You keep getting rejected by me, walk over to Calum and play surprise leapfrog, and by the time that you’re done with that, you’ve already forgotten about me and you come right back. Both me and Calum are tired of this endless cycle.”

“Sorry, you just look so good tonight.” He snakes two sweaty hands around the small of her back, pulling her in and wasting no time in attacking her neck with sloppy, open mouthed kisses, so damp she nearly gags at the smell of his saliva he’s leaving trails of on her neck but he seems to be enjoying himself, so she decides to let him be.

“So, you use this trick on all your girlfriends?” She jokes warmly with him.

“Mmm, just the pretty ones. That’s you, by the way. So delicious tonight, I’m gonna eat you up girl,” in his drunken haze, he begins swaying back and forth with her in his arms, leaning just a little bit too much weight from his head onto her shoulder, and she stumbles a bit under it but he takes no notice to it, or at least doesn’t choose to acknowledge it.

“You gotta be on stage in 30 minutes, baby. Why don’t you go eat some pizza and drink some water, sober up a little.”

“Ahh,” he groans at her, pushing himself away with an awkward amount of force that sends him tumbling back into somebody else.

“Hey, watch it- wait, Luke?” It’s a girl, and if Y/N had to guess, she must be a solid foot taller than her with the crazy big heels Y/N could never imagine putting on, let alone balancing on, let alone wearing them to a concert. “I didn’t know you were playing tonight.”

“Hey, yeah, hey, what’s up, good to see you.”

“Lu, who’s this?”

“I’m Anna, Luke and I have been going out together for a few weeks now. Well, a little more than going out, but you get the gist. Who are you?”

Y/N looks at Luke. Y/N looks at Anna. Y/N looks at Luke. Y/N looks at Anna. Y/N looks at Calum, who looks at Luke, who looks at Y/N, then looks at Anna.

“Cousin. I’m his cousin.”

“You’re... his cousin?” Anna pops a hip out, resting a hand on her hip.

“I am his cousin.”

“Cousin,” confirms Anna.

“Cousin,” confirms Y/N.

“Ok I saw you two kissing and stuff before I walked over I just wanted to see what the excuse was gonna be,” a light smile plays on her face, and Anna doesn’t seem uncomfortable enough in this situation. She turns to Luke, smile remaining. “Luke,” she begins like a heartfelt speech, but swiftly smacks him in the face instead. She turns to Y/N now. “Well, I think we have this settled now.”

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“And obviously, I couldn’t be staying at his house with all his stupid band member friends - God! Adult men in boybands who all live together are the absolute worst! I really needed to just find someplace of my own, my own space, not just crashing on their couch most nights. I’m sorry, what was the question?”

“Do you... have any hobbies?” The man with the bleached blond hair and a sleeve of tattoos speaks, blinking a few times, trying to process the entire situation.

“Oh, right. Well, I bake. Actually I don’t, really, I don’t know why I said that. I’m still figuring myself out, you know. I’m young, I have time for trial and error, like crochet or scrapbooking. I’m not one of those creepy porcelain doll collectors, though, in case you were worried.”

“Good, because you really had a look to you,” the other man with dark brown hair and a penguin tattoo chimes in.

“So,” she smacks the top of her thighs and stands up out of the armchair in the living room, “you said you had another roommate? Matthew, or something? You know, from your add on Craigslist, you seemed like women.”

“Really? What gave you that impression?” The first man, George, as he introduced himself as, follows her into the kitchen where she wanders (inspects) the room.

“Something about the words ‘sunsoaked’ and ‘beigey’. I don’t know, I just really felt like only a creative woman or a flamboyant gay man could have written those. Either way, perfect roommate to be living with. Then I come in here and you guys are all, grown, manly, with your tattoos and your hip sideswept hair,” she glances at Ross, smiles kindly, then looks away.

“Yeah, our other roommate, Matthew, wrote it for us. We should have known better than to let him write it without intervention. He’s a character, for sure,” George leans against the counter a few feet from where she stands.

“Where is he now? Is he- oh, is he no longer with us? Is that why there’s so many framed pictures of him in here? Like in memorial? I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Ross chuckles, “no, no, the lad is still alive. He’s out at brunch with our manager, Jamie. He’ll be back in about half an hour or so.”

“Manager? Are you guys the quirky male leads in a goofy sitcom?”

“No, we’re in a band, actually,” Ross opens a container labeled ‘fish flakes’ and sprinkles them into a fishbowl just a little too close to the kitchen sink for Y/N’s taste, and a meaty bright orange goldfish swims up to the top of the bowl to meet the flakes.

“Crap, um, listen I’m sorry about what I said earlier, the whole band thing, I was just upset with my ex, it wasn’t a whole, prejudice thing, I swear.”

“Oh, no, none taken, trust us, we get it, we’re awful. You think that other band was bad, wait until you get Matty in here,” George rolls his eyes in remembrance of his goofy friend.

“Hey, come on, we’re not all bad, Adam keeps our shit together,” Ross adds in.

“Oh! Speaking of which, our other mate, Adam. He’s a great friend of ours, he’s our lead guitarist. He lives with his girlfriend a few blocks away, but he comes over all the time. Just to let you know,” George tells her.

The loft apartment has a comfortable amount of echo, another thing that was mentioned on the Craigslist listing, this Matty guy must really know what he’s talking about. She takes another full glance around, taking in all the sights, the glass grapes precisely placed behind the sectional couch. This place would make a fine home for her. 

“Well? What do you think of the place?” George speaks from behind her.

“The place? I mean the loft, it’s beautiful. All this exposed brick, I’m a sucker for it, I really am. I’m just not so sold on the whole concept of 3 male roommates. And don’t take it personally, I just have to be careful these days, you never know.”

“I understand where you’re coming from. I get it, really, I do. But why don’t we wait until Matthew gets home, let him chat you up for a while, and then we can re-assess this whole thing, see where you stand then?” George has a way of cocking his head to the side and making direct eye contact while speaking that really perfects a sincere effect, and Y/N wholeheartedly believes every word he says, smiling up at him. He would be a great car salesman.

“Alright, I’ll give it some time.”

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The warm daylight had already fizzled away by the time Matty’s key sinks into the lock. Apartment 4D is old, so old, in fact, that the lock of wooden door sticks a bit. Because of this, Matty has the pattern engraved into his brain of how to unlock said door. First, you jiggle the key to the left, then push the door in, jiggle it to the right, push the door out, and with one last stomp of your foot on the welcome mat, the lock clicks out of it’s jammed position. Matty has considered reaching out to the landlord about this problem but if he’s being honest, he hasn’t seen the man in ages, it’s very likely that he may be a rotting corpse in the basement where his office is.

The hallway lacked light, so Matty’s eyes squint while trying to focus on the form of the door in the dark. Once the door swings open, however, the light from the open window (sunsoaked) lit up the wooden floors (beigey) and the entire apartment seems like the opening to the very gates of heaven, at least from Matty’s perspective.

Golden rays soak through the tastefully drawn curtains, something that was surprisingly not his handiwork, and he knows for a fact that neither Ross or George has an artistic eye like he does, at least not enough to care about something as trivial as a drawn curtain at golden hour. 

However, the two men are easily spotted standing side by side before the window, admiring the beautiful never-before-seen view this entire event gives. 

“You’re right, this really was the right move for the room. Looks beautiful now,” Ross speaks warmly, like the very golden rays are being absorbed into his skin, leaving behind the feeling of pure peace and love, and maybe a slight tan.

Standing at the very center of the heaven-esque landscape is a third, unknown figure, inches shorter than the other two, but he can see the light reflecting off of her hair and he could easily swear he may have truly entered heaven the moment the sticky door swung wide.

It’s like a scene straight out of a movie. She begins to turn, hearing the door has been opened, her hair swings back behind her shoulder, revealing her satin skin beneath. It all happens in slow motion. Her face is finally shown clear to him, she’s glancing at him over her shoulder, blinking once, eyelashes fluttering at the movement, and his heart wants to stop when he realizes it’s him that this woman has set her eyes on. 

“You must be Matty! I’m Y/N,” her manicured hand extends to reach out to him, and his eyes follow up from it, to her homemade bracelets on her wrist, the hemmed straps of her top, her shoulder, her shoulder, back to her pretty hair, and, most importantly, her pretty face. Truth be told, he did spend a little too much time taking in her breasts nearly on display through her fitted tank top, but that’s not as romantic, so he chooses not to focus on it. 

He could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted something from him, and he knew in his heart that in this fleeting moment, he may be unable to deny her of anything she asked, no matter how impractical. 

And in that moment he knew that she was going to alter his life.

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fanfiction #george daniel #george daniel x reader #george daniel fanfic #george daniel fanfiction #george daniel fic #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald smut #ross macondald fanfic #adam hann #adam hann x reader #2014 aesthetic #2014 grunge #2014 nostalgia #2014 revival #2014 tumblr #2014 vibes #tumblr grunge #dark grunge #grunge

[wheredafandomat]

Someone great 💚P8💚

Loki x Divorced! Female Reader

18+ | Contains swearing, smut, angst, ex husband, alcohol, probably some more please let me know if I leave anything major out x

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This was too much. Loki was too much. It was barely touching midday yet and you had already orgasmed countless times. If you carried on like this, you’d have to spend the following week in bed trying to stop your legs from shaking. Any more of this and you’d have to wear an out of order sign for the next month. If Loki truly carried on, you’d have to find a mad scientist to clone you so that you could give up on life and spend the rest of your days as Lokis personal sex slave because he was truly gifted in the bedroom department. Realistically, you deserved this. You had practically been celibate since the divorce meanwhile Bucky was dipping his wick in melons and bleached hair, it was time for you to finally let loose and let loose you were.

Loki had an apatite that was rarely fufiled and you were quickly learning that. With a recovery time of about 4 minutes, you had managed to get quite a lot out of this lecherous morning including what you were both doing right now. Loki stood, hands over your hips as he pulled you closer, holding you against him as he entered you. Your ankles were at his shoulders as you tightly gripped the sheet beneath you. Your eyes gazed into one another’s as you drew closer to your billionth orgasm. His gaze was lust filled, erotic. Staring up at him through hooded eyes, you could really see the uniqueness of his irises. Even his eyes were sexy.

“You are just insatiable.” You grinned, one of your feet moving over his chest. Finally you were putting that pedicure to good use.

“You’re just too good” he answered, panting as he continued thrusting into you “god you’re gripping me.”

“If I had known all those years ago you were this good in bed maybe I would have married you instead.” You joked, choking out a laugh as Lokis hold on your waist tightened, he was nearly there and you were resting on cloud nine and would be for the foreseeable. You were so cock drunk and blissed out that Loki could have asked for a threesome with Satan himself and you would have agreed.

“I would have loved that.” He purred in response, playing with your clit. You couldn’t reply, you barely processed what he said before you came hurtling into another climax, legs shaking as Loki thrusted a few more times before cumming. Both of you floated through your highs before Loki pulled out, a mixture of both your arousal trickling from you onto the bed. Once you had gained function of your legs again, you moved further up the bed whilst Loki left, returning with a towel. You watched him as he walked in, softening cock bouncing against his leg with every step. He really was carved beautifully. Smiling up at him, you took the towel from him when he began to clean you up, deciding to do it yourself. He settled onto the bed too as you finished. Strangely now you wanted a cigarette.

“Best breakfast I’ve had.” Loki joked, head against the pillow as he looked at nothing in particular.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” You smiled, turning to face him, there was something that had been bothering you and now seemed like an appropriate time to bring it up. “Loki.”

“Mmm.” He hummed.

“Why did you leave my house in such a rush the other week?” You asked.

“Because I heard Bucky’s voice and didn’t want to explain what I was doing lying naked in his ex wife’s bed if he came upstairs.” He answered, turning to face you too.

“Fair enough.” You laughed. “But then why didn’t you call or text afterwards?”

“I was scared you regretted it.” He answered, looking down at your chest as opposed to your face when he spoke. “Why didn’t you call or text?”

“I was waiting for you to” you answered, your finger under Lokis chin as you prompted him to look at you again “and I definitely didn’t regret it.” You added, pecking his lips. “Oh yeah, what did you mean by that thing you said earlier?” You asked.

“What thing?”

“The thing about loving if I married you instead.” You giggled as Loki turned red.

“It’s just—I-I only said it during-I” He began.

“Spit it out.” You laughed.

“I used to have a tiny crush on you.” He admitted.

“Me” you gasped “no way.”

“It’s hard not to” he smiled “but then I saw the way you looked at Bucky and how he looked at you plus he was my friend so I couldn’t do that to him.” He continued, the name drop reminding you of Bucky this morning.

“Oh yeah, you didn’t mention anything about us to Bucky last night did you?” You questioned as Loki began running his hand up and down your arm soothingly.

“Of course not, he’d maul me.” Loki replied.

Instead of pressing on, you left it. Maybe Bucky’s drunken mind concocted thoughts of you on its own accord.

“Why don’t we go out for breakfast, real breakfast?” Loki suggested.

“As much as I’d like to, I’ve got to go get Olivia from her friends house.” You sighed in response.

“You can shower here if it’ll save you time.” He offered.

“Thank you but I’m just going to head home first.” You declined, Loki looking slightly deflated. “But one morning we could get breakfast.” You smiled.

“That would be great.” He simpered. “Also speaking of Olivia, I picked her up something.” He spoke, standing up and putting some pyjama bottoms on as he disappeared out of the room. Sitting up, you hugged his duvet to your chest as you waited for him to come back. Once he had, a huge smile crept onto your face as you saw the large giraffe plushie in his hand.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

“Thank you Loki.”

“It’s not for you.” He laughed.

Getting up, legs slightly wobbly, you gathered your clothes with Lokis help before getting dressed. Picking up your phone, you called Pepper, Liv’s friend Morgan’s mum and told her you’d be there for Olivia soon. As always, she sounded smiley on the phone as she told you to take your time. You couldn’t deny how temping it sounded getting breakfast with Loki but you decided against it. He handed you the plushie as you stood at the door.

“Will you text this time?” You smiled, biting your lip.

“I’ll even pay for your next pedicure.” He joked. “So smooth.”

Pepper is a cool mom

NEXT

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[daisychainsandbowties]

Hi Cas 🐸❤️ 1, 19, 40 pwease 👀

1. which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

see part of me wants to say star wars au because that’s the only fic that actually has a basic plot. 99% of what i write i maybe on a good day have some idea of how a particular scene will flow, but even that’s liable to get attacked by flashback ghosts at any moment and ripped to non-chronological shreds.

i don’t plan my fics out at all because that makes the act of writing… less interesting to me. usually what i have are some concept designs in my head or a few lines of dialogue or a little scene-hinge (these are the topics i end up researching for a given scene or a mote of information i want to slip inside, and the scene hinges thematically on that. all my poems are hinged like this and it has translated over into my prose, apparently).

still, i want to say star wars au because it was certainly supposed to be more direct and “paced”than it is now. i know that i could write a story like that but also that i don’t really want to. so, probably in truth i wouldn’t rewrite any of my fics, just as i would never scrap a poem and try to write the same poem again; it’s already a different poem. something something the small deaths that cannot be divorced from art change all future versions of that art. sentences are haunted by excised words. you can’t write anything except for the first time.

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

Lilith rests her arms on the railing, heedless of splintery wood or the cold spray that ghosts up the hull to touch the inside of each palm. It’s hard not to think of her as beautiful, even with lichen growing down out of her hairline and that sand-tangled mass of dark hair falling down around her face, hiding one of her eyes.

She’s blinking at the sunset with the other and fiddling with one of her braids.

Bright fabric threaded through them, like a mockery of what she is; a leaky creature of moonlight always tucked up in the crow’s nest where nothing can touch her but the wind. Lilith’s odd like that – dressed in her usual off-white shirt all flea-bitten where the collar’s rucked up around her neck. She thinks it makes her look boyish, derring.

It does, and it’s wasted on her because she will not put one foot onto land.

Mostly the braids are done in orange and yellow, with here and there a twist of sea-green, unearthly blue. No black or grey or anything drab. Lilith likes to shine.

She’s put random objects in her braids again. Beatrice thinks she spends half her time up in the masts with her face angled toward the sky and her own hands in her own hair. Its decoration changes from week to week, port to port if she can beg seashells and pottery bits from the other sailors, but it's always some variation on noisy.

This week, she’s got a wick of terracotta hanging down near her collarbone, neatly tied up in split-ends. Her damp black hair is elsewhere tangled around the bleached-white of rat bones stolen from the sailors who supplement their diet with spitted rats. Beatrice pretends not to see their little fires in the lowers decks at night, so long as they're careful.

The tiny bones look almost fake to Beatrice, picked much too clean. She knows that real bones – the ones she’s seen from compound fractures and old skeletons hanging from the seaward gallows – don’t look like that.

Maybe she just never waits long enough, always tasting the whiplash of blood in her mouth when she climbs up the cliffs near the fort to reach the bodies strung up. Statement pieces still dressed in their dying clothes and the flesh dropping off them to spray apart on stones before scattering into the water far below. Ropes creaking, Beatrice underneath with her knife stuck between her teeth once or twice forgetting to make the blade face outward and almost cutting a fresh smile into her face.

Mostly she just nicks her lip as she grabs the handle, fingers slippery with saltwater and sweat, rainwater turning the blade to ice against her teeth. Sometimes there are soldiers watching, but it’s easy to snuff them with a spell for sleep, shrugging at the thought of one of them falling on the spears they carry to poke intruders off the rocks.

The climb isn’t easy. Not ever, no matter the kind of cliffs she scrambles up. Beatrice is not made for it or anything but the bad feeling of magic in her mouth, but she was born half-martyred, according to Mary.

“I think you like it.”

“What?”

“The opportunity to fucking fall.”

Her arms always ache during the climb, fingers stinging from small slices worked into the palms, scrimshawed across the knuckles from stuffing them into holds, ignoring the skitter of spiders running in confusion out onto her wrist when she disturbs their webs.

Muttering “sorry” into the wind so it’s carried up and over the creaking bodies with their flesh dripping down, sometimes a ribbon of rotten blood falling on her scalp as she climbs. Still, she is always half-tempted to lay a kiss on their rotten foreheads, smoothing aside the blistered flesh, the hair flattened against their skulls. Sometimes the hair lasts the longest out of everything.

40. Write a 9-word fic

thank you Daniel. but i would rather die actually :)

#ask meme #this has been a journey i remembered that davy jones au exists and i have. idea for dark souls au???? #ily daniel but i will NOT write nine words by themselves. how will they fuck each other #davy jones au

[kings-writes]

Paint Me (Not) Naked

Summery: In which you and Nightowl go on a date and get a little too messy by the end

GN!Reader x Nightowl

CW: None- honestly its just cute and sweet dates with Nightowl <3

Word count: 534

A/N: My husband so sweetly asked for some Nightowl and i know I can never say now to him so here we are <3 enjoy the cuteness!

Nightowl and you have been so busy as of late, between jobs and conflicting schedules you two have hardly gotten to just spend time together. Real time without cuddling and passing out on the bed- not that you minded- but you miss him. The distance was making you upset, and he also has shown that it was affecting him equally, if not more.

Cue last week when you finally aligned your schedules enough to plan a cute date- one long overdue and now that the day is here, you couldnt stop your fingers from tapping excitedly as you waited for him in your shared living room.

The room was rearranged, leaving an open space in the middle that was covered in newspaper, a giant canvas in the middle. You were dressed down in sweatpants that had a few small holes and a ratty old t-shirt, yet despite your more than lackluster appearance your boyfriend looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, uttering a small ‘you look so cute’ with a flush on his cheeks. He typically was pretty affectionate with you, today being of no exception, hands on your hips as soon as he placed the last of the materials off to the side, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Alright, cutie- let’s get started. I’ll take one side and you take the other!”

You two grabbed your bushes, immediately going in for a bold shock of color as you painted, covering the side of the canvas with a thick layer of your favorite color. Your enthusiasm halted, however, when you noticed it.

The shock of pink on your side that you had so carefully divided popped against the base you put down, causing you to look up to the green eyes of your long-term boyfriend, who looked more than a little suspicious with how he was avoiding your eyes. With a smirk on your face, you leaned over and-

you painted a stripe across his cheek.

His head shot up at your hunched over form that was shaking with laughter, a shocked look on his face that melted into a mischievous smile after a minute. He raised up his brush and quickly made a line on your arm, a laugh of victory on his lips.

Oh now it was on.

You and him were now in an all out war, the sounds of fake gasps and squeals of laughter from both of you sounding in the room, bouncing off the walls as you two chased each other, trying to squirm out of his hold when he trapped you with his arms around your waist. When you looked up at him, though, your heavy breaths stopped, taking in the sparkling emerald eyes that were on you. You two were covered in paint, some sticking his bleached hair to his forehead and leaving marks on his freckled face, and your arms and t-shirt covered in pink paint. 

“Well- it looks like we might have to shower together, cutie.”

You playfully smack his arm, a laugh on your lips, causing him to smile and lean down, placing a peck on your lips. 

Maybe this date was a better success than you thought.

#blooming panic nightowl #nightowl bp #bp nightowl #nightowl x reader #nightowl #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic #bloomic

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 12

A/N: thank you @chloes-yellow-cup and @kimmania for always encouraging and reading. i love you awesome nerds.

Beca

Beca looked at her phone and sighed. Battery was beyond low and the screen had cracked at some point during the explosion and subsequent scuffle. She could still use it if she could get a charging cord somewhere at least. 

The necromancer shoved it in her back pocket and glanced around suspiciously before heading to the truck stop's convenience store. She looked a little worse for wear herself but no one even gave her a second look. It was a small blessing in a week that had little to nothing to be thankful for.

She snagged a pair of sunglasses off the rack and slipped them on her face as she continued down the aisle. There weren't many people around even in the middle of the day and she pretty much had the store to herself. Beca found the cord she needed and adapter and moved on to the first aid section. 

The door chime jingled when a rough looking woman came limping in. Her lip was busted and bleeding, her mascara running, and the tight blue sequined tube top she wore was missing more than a few shiny scales. She had the look of a woman who was used to getting roughed up. 

Beca watched her slink into the aisle to grab a box of condoms and a tall boy she didn’t wait to pay for before she popped the top and chugged it down. The woman kept her head down and pressed a few crumpled, sweaty bills on the counter before shuffling back out the door. 

Hm. Beca gave it a moment before she sidled up to the register and paid for her few purchases. The clerk eyed her up and down but said nothing when she took the bag and followed the woman out to the lot. The other woman finished her beer and tossed the can in the trash by the door. 

She found a spot to the side of the building and watched a man slink forward from the opened door of a van that had more rust than paint on it. He grabbed the woman by the upper arm and yanked her forward to snatch the bag out of her hands. 

"You stupid fucking slut, where are my smokes?"

"You didn't give me enough…"

"Bullshit. I gave you enough. You fucking got a beer didn't you?" 

She didn't have a chance to answer before he raised his hand ready to slap her down. Beca felt anger rising like lava in her chest but she didn't move because at the end of the day it wasn't any of business. The woman cowered back from him and he thought better of hitting her and shoved her toward the lot of parked semi trucks instead with a kick to her ass.

"Go fucking work you stupid whore."

The woman scuttled off, wiping her face and trying to order the locks of hair that had seen too much bleach and hairspray to do more than hang in limp greasy strands around her face. Beca cut her eyes to the man still lounging indolently against the wall. 

She eased away from the store and headed to the bike. There was nothing she could do here. She had hoped to head down the road to see if she could find a clinic or something. Maybe even find someone to trade for a different ride so they could get out of this pit stain of a truck stop. 

Chloe had said fresh blood but Beca was pretty sure any human blood would help at this point. At least until they could get further down the road, somewhere more populated. Some place Aubrey and Chloe could hunt. And when did that become okay for her? 

Try as she might she could not pinpoint the exact moment she suddenly stopped railing against the very idea of a vampire feeding and started considering helping them hunt. The tall lanky figure peeled himself away from the wall when she swung a leg over the bike and kicked the stand up with the booted heel. 

He watched her stick the key in the ignition and plait her hair in a braid before he closed the distance between them with a charming smile. 

"Nice bike, seems kinda big for someone so small." 

The comment made her hackles rise. He wasn't ugly exactly, his clothes were clean and in better condition than the woman's had been. His dark hair was slicked back away from his face and soft brown eyes she was sure had fooled many a woman into an abusive relationship with him. 

"Really, bud? That's your starter line? What the fuck is it to you?"

"Ooh you're feisty. No harm meant." He chuckled and took a few steps closer to really inspect the bike. "Just strange to see such a uh, petite lady on a bike that heavy. Nice art, do it yourself?"

His fingers caressed iron eagle art on the tank of the bike. He intended it to be a teasing stroke, intimating something much different than admiring a motorcycle. Beca barely contained her shudder and considered her options.

"Like it? I'm looking to trade out for something else."

"You sure this bike don't belong to your old man? Can't imagine anyone wanting to get rid of this beauty."

She knew what he was really asking. He wanted to know if the person she had stolen it from was going to come looking for it. Beca smacked his hand off the tank and pinned him with a cold look.

"I told you, it's my ride." He smiled and walked around the bike checking it and her out from every angle. "Look you interested or what? I don’t have all day."

"Yeah I'm interested. Walk her back there where my van is and we can talk business."

Beca slid off the bike and walked it toward the side of the building that wasn't seen from the road. She parked the bike close to the wall and turned to face the man leaning against the open sliding door on the side of his van. She eyed him warily and strode over.

"This rust bucket have a cigarette lighter so I can charge my phone while we talk?"

He nodded and gestured inside the van. Beca hesitated but climbed in to plug in the adapter and cord.

"You got the pink on that bike?"

Shit. Beca glanced over her shoulder at him as she fiddled with the adapter to get it to slide into the port correctly.

"No, but no one is going to come looking for it if that’s what you’re asking. I already told you it’s mine.” 

She looked back at the adapter and pulled it free to peek in the port, a bent, burnt, crusted roach was jammed into the back preventing the adapter from fitting in. Damnit. Beca crouched and stuck her pinky into the port to try and dislodge the debris. The man took that opportunity to climb in the van with her and slide the door shut, cutting out the natural light around them. A chill ran up her spine as his previously affable tone turned dark and throaty.

“See, the thing about that bike is that it belongs to a friend of mine. Man by the name of Duke, and that artwork, that was done special for him. By me. Now I know Duke likes him a little bit of a thing like yourself, but no way you’re his old lady. Ain’t no way you’re one of the club’s bunnies either.”

Fuck. His hand gripped the back of her head and smashed it forward into the van’s dash console. She heard rather than felt her nose crunch against the hard plastic and in the back of her mind she knew this was on her. Beca knew better than to let her guard down and yet she’d done just that thinking she could offload the bike easily. She had known he liked to put his hands on women and she had turned her back on him. It was stupid. 

Beca got her hands up to prevent another face smash and brought her elbow up and back in a vicious blow of her own. A second later the pain in her face made itself known and she cupped her hands over her bleeding nose. 

“Somabish! You broke my noth! I kill you!!”  

She let out a wild yowl like a wounded cat and launched herself at the man in a flurry of scratching, kicking, limbs. The van rocked as they struggled back and forth in the dank, dark interior. Hands clamped tight around her neck and squeezed hard. He lifted Beca and growled when he pinned her to the wall of the van.

“I’ll kill you, bitch. I’ll kill you then I’ll fuck you.” 

Beca scratched and beat at his hands trying to break his grip but it was no use. He lifted her higher, her head smacking the wall of the van. Black spots swam in her vision and she could hear ringing in her ears. Bitch. Son of a fucking bitch. The end was extremely fucking nigh if she couldn’t get herself out of this. Chloe would be so damned smug if she died 50 feet from their room right now.

She did the only thing she knew how. She reached up and dug her thumbs into the sockets of his eyes. It was gross. Oh God it was gross but she kept digging until he screamed and shoved her away. Beca fell back against something hard and rounded and reached for it blindly. Her helmet. With all the strength she had left she swung it around and crashed it against his head, once, twice…

And then the door slid open with her straddling an unconscious man, helmet held high to bring down on his head again. She blinked at the sudden light. Shit. There was no way to say this wasn’t what it looked like. 

“Oh my God is he dead?? Jimmy?? Oh Jesus fuck Almighty…Jimmy!”

Beca looked at the woman and her client and down at the man. “He said he liked it rough?”

“What the fuc….I’m out of here.”

The trucker turned on a heel and sped away from the scene as quickly as he could. Beca could understand the impulse. The woman stayed hovering at the van door, unsure of what to do. Jimmy groaned weakly and Beca lowered the helmet.

“He’s still alive? Oh Christ…he’s gonna hurt me so bad for this.”

Beca raised a dark brow and looked back at poor old Jimmy. She dug in her pocket and pulled the key out to the motorcycle and held it out to the woman. 

“You can leave if you want to. If you can’t ride, you can sell it and get some place far far away from this trash.”

The woman looked tempted and Beca cautiously held out the bloody helmet to her as an offering. The woman looked at her pimp and back to Beca before snatching the keys and helmet from her hands. 

“You should have killed him.”

“He’s not long for the living.”

The woman gave her a solid stare before nodding agreement. She took one last look at Jimmy and spat at him before taking off as fast as her glittered platforms could take her. The sliding door slammed shut, dropping them back into darkness. Jimmy groaned again and tried to raise himself up. Beca stood with a snarl and slammed her foot down on his head for one last blow. She swayed on her feet dangerously and scrambled to the driver’s seat. The sun visor flopped down with the movement and she got a good look at herself in the mirror.

She was bloody and bruised, her face hurt like a son of a gun and she was pretty sure at least two of her teeth were loose. The sunglasses that had fallen from her face sometime during the struggle had been miraculously flung into the cup holder. She put them on and looked at herself in the mirror again.

“Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you, Bucko?” A slow smile crept across her face and she gave herself a small nod. “You should be.” 

And she was. Even though it went against everything she’d thought she was…she was going to feed this man to a monster. And she was going to enjoy it. Beca looked over her shoulder at Jimmy boy barely breathing in the back and frowned. You didn’t need to be a vampire to be a monster. Humans were monstrous all on their own. She turned the key in the ignition and drove around the back of the store to a parking spot right in front of their room. She didn’t think the woman would run to the cops but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t run to someone else. It was time to get the fuck out of here.

She parked and gave the man another look. Was she really prepared to do this? For vampires? No. But she’d do it for Aubrey and Chloe. She’d do it and not think too hard on the why of it. Later, much later, when she’d had a lot of alcohol to help her, she’d process the fact that she would take their side even over humans. Because she’d stopped thinking of them as the enemy and had started thinking of them as…hers.

#pitch perfect au #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #triple treble endgame #aubrey posen #chloe beale #vampires #necromancer #maus writes

[kookieswan]

Shades of Us - Blondie

Poly!Namgi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 821

Genre: Poly AU, College AU, Fluff 🌸

Summary: Having lost a bet, Yoongi’s hair is left at your mercy and Namjoon couldn’t be happier.

Notes: Requested by my beautiful 🧶 anon, this was a pleasure to write! Big note that this takes place before they’re in a relationship within the timeline.

SoU Masterlist found here!

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“Just tell me what color it is, if you don’t I’ll never talk to you again and eat all your food.” Humming as if in thought, you run a hand through Yoongi’s newly dyed hair, brush in hand in ready to style. Thankfully it was bleached already, so taking care of the color in your end wasn’t too hard. The house feels lively, open to allow the warm summer air to seep in.

“Shut up, I’m not telling Yoon. I won the bet fair and square, you’ll wait till I’m done like a good orient boy. Namjoon’s gonna freak.” Pulling on the strap of the face mask he has covering his eyes, you let it snap forward to thwack against his head. Continue to brush through his hair softly, you note that the color turned out how you wanted it to as light rays hit it from the open window. Said bet consisted of the size of Joon’s big meaty thighs. Since he’s been working out more often, he’s been taking measurements of himself to check for muscle gain. The man was oddly happy to share the numbers with you.

“It was rigged, I don’t know how but I know it was. Should’ve known that assholes thighs would get bigger in a two day period somehow. He’s fucking crazy…” Yoongi sounds grumpy, and you can’t help but coo lightly as he mumbles to himself. You just know he’s got the cutest little pout on his face. It’s too bad Namjoons not here to see it, you know the man would eat it up.

“They always get bigger, you should know that by now. The man’s a big nerdy tank who doesn’t know when to stop.” Namjoon really is living in a world of duality. Working with books and papers during the day, working out and getting ripped at night. You should really tag along sometime, maybe Yoongi would want to go with… You can’t see him working out, but something tells you he’d keep himself busy looking at Joonie.

“… I don’t look stupid, do I?” Pausing, you take your hand away from his hair and pat his shoulder soothingly. Blonde definitely doesn’t look bad on him, he looks hot actually, although he might not be the most satisfied with the color because it’s what Namjoon had been pestering him to do ever since he mentioned wanting a change. Every time he suggested it to Yoongi, you swore there were little hearts in his eyes.

“No Yoon, you look really good actually. I think the color suits you a lot.” Yoongi settles, going quiet as you put some product at the bottom for split ends. It’s a relatively big change from the previous black, but seeing it bleached for a few weeks was a good buffer. It had been a bit yellow, but helping him tone it and the new dye really fixed it up. Glancing at the clock, you’re note that it’s rice, so you should have just enough time to finish up.

“Alright, I’m just going to put a bit more product and then I’ll let you see!” Before you finish the sentence, the front door rattled and you freeze. Apparently you spoke too soon, Namjoon isn’t supposed to be home for another hour at least. Welp, this is going to be interesting.

“Hey guys, how are- Holy shit. You’re blonde and adorable!” Said man walks in, eyes blowing wide as soon as he sees Yoongi. It’s quiet after that, everyone blinking at each other before Yoongi whips around to look at you, eyes narrowed as you smile wryly back. Hopefully he doesn’t smother you in your sleep.

“I’m what?!” The blonde rips his blindfold of and grabs for the mirror off the table next to you, holding it up to finally get a proper look at himself. In his outrage, he doesn’t notice ad Joon comes into the house further, eyes locked onto the back of Yoongi’s beautiful blonde head.

“Oh you are so dirty for this.” A giggle leaves you as he glares, pout still in place before Namjoon swipes at his locks, pulling on the hair lightly to examine the strands. Yoongi stiffens, turning back to glare at Namjoon. Precious.

“Aw, don’t be mad. You look so pretty Yoongi. Like a pretty little kitten…” Tomato red is the only was to describe the smaller man’s face, the flush quickly taking over his cheeks as he splutters. The bigger man giggles with you, poking lightly at Yoons cheek before turning his attention toward you.

“You did a good job _____, the next time I do my hair I’ll ask you to help out. I know it’ll look perfect.” Feeling yourself fluster a bit, you cough as Namjoon heads toward the kitchen obliviously, missing the way Yoongi smirks up at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“Paybacks coming your way, just you wait princess.”

#shades of us #namgi poly #namgi #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon fluff #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #bts x you #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts college au #bts poly