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laniluvsuu · 7 months

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Lust.

GhostfaceErenXblackreader!

I apologize for typos if there are any!!

You bit the inside of your cheek in curiosity, while you sat your blunt in its holder, and read the description to the phone number link your friend sent you as a joke. You contemplated on the outcomes. One was possibly dying because this is some sketchy shit, the other one was getting fucked…this should’ve been a harder choice for your intoxicated mind.

You played with your thumbs after you sent the first text, thoughts flooded your mind like are you the only one texting him tonight?…Are you going to go to him or is he going to come to you? Your rapid thoughts were interrupted by a ding coming from your phone.

The text from the number was an auto-generated message. You were supposed to send in your name and address and he would be on the way shortly. After this any person in their right mind would’ve stopped, but you weren’t in the right mind so you sent it anyway.

You decided to watch a movie to wait out the time, took two hours until you heard a knock on your door. When you approached your door to look out your peep hole you saw ghost face. Confusion ran through your body until your phone went off once again with a text that confirmed your “bootycall” was here.

“Hi Mr Ghostface.” You said as you stared up at the man in front of you with the black costume.

“Hi pretty girl.” You heard from behind his mask. It was a bit muffled put you could still understand it clearly. You moved to the side to let your mystery ghost guy in. You watched as he made his way into your house and turned his body back to you and said.

“You just gonna stand there all tense or you lead me to where you want me for the night?” He said as he watched you through his mask.

“Well how do I know you wont kill me or something?” You said tilting your head to the side as you asked the question, leaning back onto your now closed door.

“You dont.” You heard come from him as he chuckled and continued to say. “But im here to fuck you baby, not kill you.” He said answering your question.

“Mm..okay, whats your name then?” You said turning your head back waiting for his response.

“ “Ghostface” isn’t good enough for you?” He said letting out another one of his chuckles once you shook your head. “Its Eren, and yours is?”

Instead of responding, you just nodded your head and made your way to your bedroom with him following close behind.

“So ghostface, are you gonna fuck me with your mask on? Or are you gonna take it off?” You asked him as he sat down on your bed, man spreading as he stared up at you.

“Are you gonna tell me your name?” He asked tilting his head to lay on his covered shoulder. His head fell back once you shrugged. He got up so he was towering over you, with his head now down looking at you.

“Then I dont know either. But what I do know is Im going to fuck you regardless.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and gripped your ass and moved his head towards your ear and whispered. “Get on the bed pretty.”

You did what he said, lying on your back watching him pull your tights and panties down. You couldn’t see it but behind his mask he had a huge smirk on his face, while his eyes glistened looking at your pretty pussy seeing her already dripping in arousal. He watched as your face reacted once he started playing with your pussy.

Soft moans fell from your lips as his fingers went into your dripping hole, keeping his thumb moving side to side at your clit. He moved sickeningly slow, which made you cry out to him.

“Please Eren!” You said as you reached your hand down to his, his strong hand slapped yours away quickly.

“Please? Please what?” He knew what you wanted, but he also wanted something from you. You whined before answering.

“Move faster please.” You said looking at him, fluttering your eyelashes while you spoke. You threw your head back once you felt his fingers start moving faster, it was the right pace made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Soon you were brought to your release, seconds from it until his fingers slowed back down. Your teary eyes shot open at him, your lips formed a deep frown.

“Eren…please. Im so close.” You said while you pushed your hips into his hand, desperate to cum. You pouted once he took his hands away and turned his body the other way to take his pants and shirt off, leaving him in his underwear.

“You know what I want from you pretty, you’re not gonna cum until you tell me your name.” He said as he continued to take his underwear off and stroke his hard cock with the leftover arousal on his hand. He heard you sigh before you answered.

“Y/n.” You said while you laid back and relaxed your body, ignored the shuffling coming from him until you felt his tip right at your puckering hole. You jumped as you looking between your legs, his dick was huge and so pretty, made you even more wet just looking at it.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it baby?” Eren teased as he pushed into you throwing his head back feeling your warm pussy tighten around him.

“Mmph fuck!…you’re so big ren.” You let out in broken sobs as he fastened his pace. You couldn’t think about anything else but the way his veins on his cock rubbed your insides. You couldn’t take it.

“Ren!..let me see you!” You moaned out to him as you moved your hand to his pelvis trying to slow him down.

“Fuck. Move your hand mama.” He groaned out, upset since you tried to stop him. “You wanna see me baby? Hmm?” He said as he smirked behind the mask watching your face then letting his eyes fall down to your chest. He moved his hands up to rip your tight tanktop open, his cock twitched inside of you at the sight of your perky nipples moving with each of his thrusts.

“Yes! Yes Eren..please!!” You said as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. You moved your hands to rub on his chest, everything felt so good to you, you’ve never been fucked like this and you needed to see his face.

Eren didn’t say another word just removed his mask, your eyes were closed shut because of all the pleasure.

“Look at me Princess.” He said as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, moving faster making it harder for you to breathe.

“Ouhhh! Ohhhh f-fuck ren! I cant!” You cried out as you scratched down his back, tightening your eye lids at the pleasure he was feeding your body. You felt him grab your face tightly to look at him.

“If you aren’t going to look at me, im going to stop.” He said waiting for you to open your eyes, and slowing his thrusts down. He smiled once he saw your teary brown eyes looking up at him. He could cum just from looking at your pretty face, he didn’t let you say anything, just sped up his thrusts once again faster than before and leaning down to kiss you.

It wasn’t long until you threw your head back moans spilling from your swollen lips. You brought your hands up to pull his long hair. Listening to his nonsense spew from his pink lips as you came around his cock

“Doing so good f’me baby….pussy’s so good mama, want me to fill you up baby? Hmm? Gonna be my good girl?” He whimpered out as he felt you cum, tightening around his cock, he moved his hand to press down on your stomach, as he gave his last deep thrust before he came.

“Yes! Yes!!” You cried out still coming down from your high. You moaned louder once you felt him paint your walls, hearing him whimper and moan into your neck as his hips stuttered emptying his load into your pussy.

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givemequeen · 1 year

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Accidental Confessions: Pedro Pascal x reader

request: What about a Pedro Pascal friends to lovers? He just seems like such a great friend. It would be cute to see an angsty/fluffy friends to lovers. a/n: I’m back bitches? pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader summary: you go to a party with Pedro and accidentally let something slip. warnings: sexy time. slight oral (female receiving). honestly just normal sexy stuff. oh! unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it, lads) word count: 5409

You stepped into the party already anxious, your hands were slightly shaking as you made your way around the room overfilled with strangers. Pedro had invited you to some fancy actor party of his and you had regrettably agreed. The last thing you wanted to do right now was fake smile at a bunch of people you didn’t know. It would’ve been so much better if you had just stayed home in bed watching TV.

You shook the thought out of your head, no, you were here for your friend. He invited you specifically. He wants you here.

As you silently chastised yourself for wishing you weren’t here, you found yourself at the bar. The bartender – a young man with healthy, bouncing curls down to his shoulders whose smile revealed two small dimples on each cheek – asked you what you wanted as he prepared a drink for a girl in a stunning dress.

Pedro hadn’t exactly told you what to wear, just something “formal”, so you had landed on a long, thin, silver dress with spaghetti straps that you had bought on a whim. Thankfully, you seemed to fit in with the rest of the people. Though they did seem much more put together than you did.

You told the bartender your order – lemon vodka – and sat on one of the stools. You were about to take your phone out of your small purse when the lady that was sat next to you spoke. She called out your name and you shot up.

“Is it you?” she said with a dashing smile. Her teeth were perfectly straight and extremely white. She had a tan and a nose that you could ski on.

“Yeah?” you said, a bit unsure.

“It’s wonderful meeting you.” She stuck her hand out, of course she had a perfect manicure.

“Thanks, you too.” You shook her hand; thankful you had at least attempted to paint your nails a colour to match your dress. “I don’t mean to be rude but who are you?”

She laughed – obviously a perfect laugh, no snorting or high-pitched squeals – and told you her name. “I’ve worked with Pedro.”

You cringed at the way she said his name. “Oh.” You said with a slightly pang of jealousy. “So, how do you know me?”

“Are you kidding? He talks about you all the time, sweetheart.” She laughed, completely taking you back. “So how long have you two been together?”

Just as you were about to open your mouth to tell her you guys weren’t together and what a ridiculous suggestion that was, the bartender handed you your drink. You smiled at him and politely took a sip before turning to the woman and again.

However, this time, Pedro was stood right next to her.

“Pedro!” you said, a smile light up your face. You stood up, set your drink on the bar, and gave him a hug. His strong, large, warm hands rested on your hips as you tucked your head in his neck and pressed yourself against his warm skin. He smelled perfect. Like the cologne you had seen in his bathroom one too many times and like him. Like his skin and his sweat and morning mist and almonds.

You stood back before it got too weird. You felt hyperaware of his hands on your hips and how he had kept them there. “I was just talking to-” you turned to face the lady but she was gone. “Oh, she must’ve left.”

“Leah? Yeah we worked together last year, I told you about it.” He smiled and you nearly melted right there. That gorgeous smile that revealed a dimple in his right cheek and crinkled his eyes. “You look gorgeous.” He said as he took a step back and took you in. You spun around in order to give him a full view. “Absolutely perfect.”

“So do you, ver handsome.” You took a sip of your drink in order to hide your blush.

“Come, I want you to meet some people.” You nodded and allowed Pedro to grab your hand and lead you through the masses of people. You spent the next three hours going from group to group. You knew some of the actors, either personally - well more like from some other party Pedro had invited you to - or because you had seen them in some show or movie. You politely listened to whatever they had to say and then kissed everyone goodbye before moving on to the next group.

Though sometimes what the actors were saying was interesting, the thing that took your attention away the most was Pedro. Whenever he laughed, he would clap his hand on his chest and lean backwards. You couldn’t stop paying attention to the heat coming from his hand when he would place in on your lower back as he guided you to the next group.

It was around eleven o’clock when you stepped outside from some air. Pedro had offered to fill up your drink but you refused as you were starting to feel a little light headed. So, instead, he went to get you both a snack and a glass of water.

You were standing in the apartment’s balcony, it was pretty high up but it had the most breath-taking view of the city. All around you lights from different buildings and streets winked up at you. You took a deep breath in and gripped the railing of the balcony. You were alone and did not hear when Pedro came out.

“Hey there.” He said, he was holding a bowl of peanuts and a glass of water. “I already had some water; I hope you don’t mind sharing.” He grinned sheepishly.

“Of course I don’t mind, silly.” You smiled and took the glass. “Thank you.” You said as you popped a peanut into your mouth.

You sat down on one of the outdoor sofas and, sighing, lifted your legs so they laid across Pedro’s lap. You both quietly munched on the snack and stared at the sky. Pedro moved your dress out of the way, lifting the hem until your knees. He began drawing on your leg and you nearly groaned out loud at how good his touch felt.

“So, how long are you in New York for?” you finally asked. You always dreaded this answer, he wasn’t here for long, always in one country or another filming.

Of course, you were happy for him. He was doing what he had always dreamed of doing but a small – or large – part of you was selfish and wanted him to stay in New York so you could see him every day.

“For a while.” He said. You look up at him and smiled.

“Really? No show to shoot? No premier or award show to attend?” you tried to hide your excitement but failed miserably.

“No.” he laughed. “I’m all yours.” He said as his finger glided up and down your leg.

“Awesome.” You said, unsure what else to say. I wish you were all mine…

“Hmm?”

“What?” you echoed looking up at him.

“What did you just say?” he asked, arching an eyebrow, his hand had frozen highway up your shin.

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” You sat up, pulling your legs away from him. “Fuck, did I say “I wish you were all mine” out loud? Fuck.” you thought. You probably had had more to drink than you had initially thought.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, anyway I better get going.” You quickly stood up and before he had the chance to follow, you dashed inside. “Thanks for inviting me.”

Quickly, you made your way through the crowds of people, carefully avoiding those you knew were chatterboxes, and left the apartment. You looked behind you and nervously began pressing the call button for the elevator. As soon as it opened, you darted inside and began repeatedly pressing the close button.

Soon enough, the elevator reached the reception and you bolted across it. You waved goodbye to the concierge who had helped you earlier last night and quickly glanced over your shoulder as you stepped outside. Pedro was nowhere to be seen and you weren’t sure whether to be disappointed or relived. You hailed a taxi down, but they all zoomed past you, either busy or completely ignoring you.

“Hey.” You heard Pedro call your name from behind. “Where are you running off to?” he tapped your shoulder and you spun around.

“Hi, sorry. Just gotta get home, yknow.” You smiled, trying to play it cool but Pedro saw right past your act.

“Okay, let me accompany you.” He stood beside you and hailed a taxi down. Of course, they immediately listened to him. He opened the door for you to get in.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to. I’ll get home fine.” You said as you got in.

“What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t take you home?” he said as he too got in.

Reluctantly, you nodded and he gave the taxi driver your address. You spent the ride staring outside and cursing New York’s traffic. Walking or the subway would’ve taken you less and maybe you wouldn’t have been caught up by Pedro. But the subway wasn’t the safest especially with what you were wearing and your feet hurt too much to walk all the way home.

Pedro sat silently next to you, his hand on the middle seat, and eyes glued outside. When you finally got to your place, you jumped out of the taxi and thanked Pedro. However, he too stepped outside. He paid the driver and followed you inside your apartment’s foyer.

You couldn’t exactly slam the door in his face, so you let him in and got into the elevator. You expected this ride to be just like the taxi drive, silent and a tiny bit awkward. Pedro surprised you by hitting the emergency button - which caused the elevator to jolt to a halt - and turning to you.

“Hey, talk to me, why did you run off? And don’t say you needed to get home.” He said, he stood completely in front of you. You glanced up and mustered a smile.

“I- well- it’s just-” you couldn’t help but glancing down at his lips and back up at his eyes. Those deep brown eyes you could just lose yourself in.

“Yeah? You just what?” he prompted, taking a step closer to you. You held your breath, unsure as to what to do.

“I think you know.” You finally said, you pushed your shoulders back and held your hands together behind your back.

“Oh? I do?” he asked, he was so close you could feel his breath fanning across your face. It smelt like mint and alcohol and you so desperately wanted to put your mouth and his.

Gently, he cupped your cheek and you let out a breath, your hands went to his chest as his other hand went to your hips. “Please let me kiss you, I’ve been dying to kiss you.” He whispered.

You nodded and closed your eyes, waiting for the heavenly taste of his lips. Slowly, Pedro pressed his lips against yours, you let out a sigh that sounded almost like a whine, and pulled him closer by the jacket of his suit. You moved your head to the side, allowing him more space to kiss you.

His lips felt so extremely smooth and soft, almost like what you imagined kissing a cloud would feel like. He groaned into your mouth and that noise made you weak in the knees. Pedro let his hand drop to your waist and you both walked backwards until your back hit the elevator wall.

He pulled you up so you could rest on the safety rail. You wrapped one leg around his waist, the dress restricting your movement, and he pressed himself against you. Now it was your turn to groan. He was clearly hard; you could feel it pressing against where you needed it the most.

He rolled his hips and you moaned again. Taking advantage of the situation, he slipped his tongue into yours. You allowed it and let your tongue dance over his. One of his hands move to your behind, he grabbed the soft flesh there and pressed himself even harder into you. His other hand went to your leg, he pulled your dress up, feeling how smooth your legs were.

“Fuck.” He whispered against your lips as he pulled apart for air. “I want to-”

“Everything alright in there?” a voice called out from the intercom.

You jumped away from Pedro, slightly pushing him away. “Erm, yes, just an accident.” You coughed and tried to fix your dress.

“Alright.” Said the voice. Pedro hit the button again and the elevator lurched into life.

You let your fingers glide over your lips, reminiscing on how sweet he tasted. Pedro was now leaning against the back wall of the elevator, not staying anything, as you stood near the doors.

Finally, they opened and you stepped into the corridor. You could hear him follow you and wait patiently as you took your keys out. Once you found them, you fumbled with them until you managed to slide them into the keyhole. You turned the key and a small click resonated.

You turned to face him and struggled to meet his eyes. He was staring down at you, his face tense as though unsure of what to do and hands in his pockets.

“Do you want to come in?” you asked. Smiling, he nodded and followed you in. You turned the lights on and made your way to the living room.

“Sit. Do you want a drink?” Pedro stood by the entrance of the living room, his body leaning against the door frame, and stared at you.

“No.”

“Oh… Do you want water? Or some food?” you said as you moved your weight from one foot to another. Your heels were killing you.

“No.” he repeated, his voice dark and low. He pushed off the door frame and took a step towards you.

“Oh.” You swallowed and watched in anticipation as he got closer to you. “What do you want then?” you stuttered.

“I want you.” He said as he placed his hands on your hips again. “And you?”

“Me too.” You quickly said before kissing him.

Pedro groaned into your mouth and grabbed you wherever he could. Your hands were on him like metal on a magnet. He yanked you up, hands on your ass. Your heels fell off, making a loud thump when they reached the floor, but you didn’t care.

“Careful, my dress.” You breathed. He pulled it up, nearly uncovering your ass, and squeezed your thighs. He pressed you to the wall and continued kissing you. His mouth was wonders on yours, drawing out the dirtiest of noises.

“My room.” You said.

Wordlessly, Pedro pulled you off the wall and started making his way to your room with you in his arms. You grabbed his shoulders and felt the muscles underneath the suit. Fuck, you couldn’t wait to tear all this extra fabric off of him. Once you reached your room he dropped you onto your bed and crawled on top of you.

You pushed the jacket off of him as his lips attached themselves to your neck. Like a starving man, he began kissing and licking your neck. His kisses were soft and harsh at the same time, his tongue sliding over what his teeth marked. You moaned his name and begged for more.

“Clothes.. there’s too much…” you mumbled pushing him back. He laughed and began unbuttoning his shirt. Impatiently, you pulled his shirt free from his pants and undid the buttons at the bottom. Pedro grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.

“Patience, mi amor.” he said, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m not laughing.” He finished undoing all his button. “You’re so beautiful, I’m just happy.” You felt a rush of heat making its way up your neck and down your stomach.

“Oh shut up.” You covered your face.

Slowly, he peeled your hands away from your face and kissed you gently. “You are.” He kissed you again. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

He was finally done with all his buttons. You pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and sighed in delight. Your hands went to his stomach, feeling the warm skin, and kissed him right above his belly button. There was a trail of dark hair leading down into his pants and for a moment you wandered if that hair grew there just to tease you.

He kicked off his shoes and let his shirt fall to the ground. You pushed him onto the bed and pulled your dress up, so it pooled at your hips, in order to straddle him. His hands returned to their familiar positions at your hips, and you took in his chest.

Sure, you had seen him shirtless before whenever you went to the beach or pool – or when you drunkenly searched up shirtless photos of him with your friends – but you had never seen him laying on your bed like this, his hands on your ass and eyes on your breasts.

“I think now it’s you who has “too much clothes”.” he said, quoting you. His fingers went to your straps, leaving your ass cold, and with a nod from you, he pushed them off your shoulders. Slowly, the dress fell and left your breasts exposed. You though, you would perhaps want to cover yourself, but something about the way he stared at them made you stand up straighter.

He sat up, pulling you against him, and kissed your chest. He moved to one breast, planting opened mouthed kisses onto the soft skin and held the other breast with his hands. He gently squeezed and let his mouth hover about your nipple. His breath fanned over it, hardening it. You pushed forward, forcing him to make contact.

He kissed you softly, like he had all the time in world, and gently. But you wanted more, and you want it now. You had waited too long for it to be this slow. You told him so.

“I have waited too long for it to go too fast. I’m going to take my time.” You didn’t know what was hotter, the fact he wanted to take his time with you or the fact he had wanted this for a long time too. He kissed you harder and took your nipple between his teeth. You moaned his name and grabbed his hair, tugging on it slightly. This earned you a small groan, you did it again and he groaned your name.

His hand squeezed your other breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. You sighed in pleasure and grinded against him. You wanted to feel him everywhere and weren’t sure how long you were going to let him “take his time” with you. He was rock hard and you were dying to see him. Completely see him.

He moved away from your breast and swapped sides, making sure both sides of you got the same treatment. “Oh, Pedro, fuck.” You said, each moan making him go harder and faster. “Please, I need you…”

Pedro pulled away and tugged the dress over your hips. You lifted your arms, allowing him to completely take your dress off. He threw it off the side and groaned as he took in your entire body.

“You’re perfect.” He leaned forward and kissed your chest. You arched your back, pushing yourself towards him. He flipped you over and held himself above you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tugged him down, wanting to feel his weight on top of you and between your legs.

“Take your pants off.” You said, your hands fumbling with the belt. “Please.” You added after he gave you a cheeky look.

Pedro rose and quickly took off his pants. You sat up, resting your weight on your elbows, and let your mouth fall open as you stared at his crotch. His erection was extremely obvious, it was creating a tent in his underwear. He placed his hands at his hips.

“Wow. Okay. Come here. Now.” You pulled him towards you and kissed him, eager to get to it.

He kissed you hard, taking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging on it. You couldn’t take it any longer, you stuck your hand between you and down his underwear and wrapped your fingers around him. He winced when you touched him and let his head fall onto your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” you went to move your hand away but he grabbed your wrist.

“Continue.” He begged. “I’m just… really hard.” He laughed, refusing to meet your eyes. You bit your lower lip and attempted to hide the smile that was threatening to jump out. You wrapped your fingers around him again. He was thick and, you quickly discovered, long. You began stroking him and his hips began rolling, meeting you halfway. Some pre-cum leaked out of his tip, wetting your hand. You squeezed your thighs around him, eager to have him inside.

Almost as though you had requested it, Pedro let one of his hands fall between you. He pressed his thumb against you through your underwear and began rotating it. You moaned, bucking your hips. It felt too good.

“Please, let’s…” you didn’t have to say anything else. He laid on your side and placed his warm hand on your lower stomach.

“Is this okay?” he asked, slowly itching downwards.

“Yes.”

“If you want me to stop at any time, tell me.” He said as he stared into your soul.

“Yes.” You looked away, terrified your eyes would betray your deepest secrets.

“Look at me.” His voice was low and husky, it made that warm feeling in your lower stomach drop lower. You turned to look at him, the hand that wasn’t on your lower stomach tucked your hair behind your ear before returning to its position holding him up.

He kissed you gently and slowly slipped his hand under your underwear. You gasped as his finger touched you, it was barely anything but with Pedro if felt like everything. He moved his finger in small circles and watched you, entranced by the soft noises you were making. You grabbed his shoulder and squeezed.

Gradually, he slipped a finger inside of you, just one, and kept it there. You looked at him, mouth slightly open, and nodded. He slipped another finger and curled them. You fell back, unable to support yourself, and squeezed his shoulder harder. Pedro began slipping his fingers in and out, each time he entered you he curled them. His thumb began drawing small circles just where you needed it. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment, and opened your hips, giving him all the space he could need.

“Fuck.” You breathed as he stroked something deep inside you.

You arched your back, pushing your breasts into the air. As though by invitation, Pedro placed his mouth around your breasts and sucked. His kisses were harder this time but you welcomed them. Your hand went to his hair, tugging and scratching his scalp. The joint pleasure coming from his hands and mouth was overwhelming. You pushed your hips onto the bed and breasts into his mouth.

“Pedro… I’m gonna…” you moaned. He picked up his pace and helped you reach the place you had been chasing. You felt that pleasure ripple through you, erupting from between your legs and reaching all the way down to the tip of your curled toes. It then rushed all the way up and exploded out of your mouth as a series of moans, whimpers, and pleas.

When you finally came down your chest was rapidly rising and falling, as though you had ran a marathon. Pedro had pulled his finger out from you and was holding them in front of his face. You turned to look at him, your vision slightly blurry, and watched in awe as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

You pulled him to you, urging him to rest his weight on you, and kissed him. You kissed his neck, his sweat tasted sweet. You licked a line across his jugular vein and felt his rapid heartbeat under your tongue.

“That was really good.” You said. “Your moans drive me crazy.”

He rolled his hips against you and you moaned again. “Mmhm, just like that. You like this?” you nodded and he did it again. “What do you want now?”

“You.”

“You have me.” You looked over at him and gave him a look. “C’mon, you’re gonna have to be more specific than that.” he pressed his hips against you and arched an eyebrow.

“Well… Okay…” you looked up, not wanting to reveal how flustered he made you.

“Yes?” he cupped your jaw and kissed you.

“I want you in me.” You finally said.

“Lets get rid of these then, huh?” he said, tugging at your underwear. Pedro kissed his way down your torso until he was level with your hips. He hooked a finger around the band of your underwear and pulled it over your hips, knees, and, eventually, feet. He flicked them off to the side before taking you all in. “Fuck.” He said before planting a kiss right between your legs. He licked once before kissing your inner thigh. Then, he kissed his way back up to your lips.

“Your turn.” You said, a smile tugging at your lips. Your hands went down to his underwear and you tugged it down, making him completely bare. You glanced down and let your mouth fall open. Pedro wrapped his hand around himself and pumped it a couple times.

“I’m on the pill.” You blurted out.

“That’s good.” He said, smiling down at you.

“Are you- like, clean?”

“Yes, even though I’m an actor-”

“And a heartthrob.” You interjected.

“Yes, right.” He laughed as he made his way back to you. “- I don’t go sleeping around with everyone.”

“No, yeah, right, I didn’t meant that. Just…”

“I’m messing, I know what you meant and yes I am. You?”

You nodded.

You reached your hands out and placed them on his shoulders, they were broad and warm, his skin felt reassuring under your fingers. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Pedro lined himself up and momentarily pushed his hips forward. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes, your legs squeezing him.

“Hey, relax, okay?” he kissed you gently and you nodded, relaxing your thighs. He pushed in a little more and you let out a moan. He was stretching and filling you up in all the right ways. He pushed even more and you gripped his shoulders. His head fell beside yours, his voice was sweet like honey and reaching parts of you that you didn’t know existed. His words were carefully and perfectly chosen.

Finally, he was all the way in. He groaned and rested his weight on you. He was heavy but it felt oddly reassuring, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and sighed, causing him to inch further into you.

“Please, Pedro, move.” You urged.

He complied and slowly pulled himself out halfway before sliding back inside. Each movement causing you to moan his name. You arched your back, pressing your chest against his, as he picked up the pace. Your hands were desperately moving up and down his back, one slid down to his ass and you gave it a squeeze. He didn’t seem to mind so you squeezed again. This time he reacted, he pulled himself further out and slammed into you. The noise of his flesh against yours was almost deafening.

You grabbed his hair and pulled so he turned to look at you. His eyes were half closed, and mouth half opened. You kissed him and he kissed back with a force to match his thrusts. You felt him go deeper and deeper. His hands went to your face, cupping your cheek. You squeezed your legs around him.

“Can I go on top?” you asked, pulling your lips away from his.

“Yes, of course.”

You both awkwardly rolled over and gasped at the new angle. His hands went to your hips, thumbs slowly drawing circles onto the soft skin. You spread your legs and moaned as you sunk further onto him. That feeling that drove you wild was starting to build up again in your lower abdomen.

His hands started to guide you, urging you to rock forwards and backwards. You gladly complied, moaning at how gratifying it felt. One of his hand went to your left breasts and squeezed it. You leaned towards him and kissed him. His lips were a taste you could not get enough of. His tongue danced around yours at a beautiful pace. You pulled yourself up slightly and lowered again. He gasped. You did it again. He gasped again.

“You like that?” you said.

He kissed you harder and began lifting his hips to meet you halfway. As though this was a dance you had practiced for many hours in order to perfect, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm. His hand squeezed, tongue licked, hips bucked. It was perfect but it couldn’t last long.

“I think I’m close.” He said, almost apologetic.

“Please cum in me.” You begged, surprised at how pathetic you sounded.

In one quick motion, Pedro spun you around, holding you tight against his chest as he did so. He grabbed your hands and pinned them over your head with just one of his and resumed the thrusting of his hips. Then, his other hand settled between the two of you and his thumb began rapidly circling your clit.

You moaned and moved, chest pressed against his, legs wrapped around him and quickly squeezed. His movements were becoming irregular and sloppy.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. I’ve been staring at you all night in that dress. You’re - shit - fucking perfect.” He said as he pounded into you one last time before grunting in pleasure.

Just then, the overwhelming feeling that had been building itself deep inside of you toppled over.

“Don’t stop.” You said as you felt him slow down.

Pedro listened and bucked his hips hard. You pushed your shoulders into the bed, hands tightly gripping his hair, and let yourself enjoy the pleasure. You rolled your hips against him, hyper aware of the warmth shooting into you. You collapsed into the bed, chest heaving even faster that before.

Pedro collapsed onto you, his weight comfortably crushing you. You stroked his hair as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Was that also really good?” his voice was muffled.

“Even more.” You said, happily sighing. Pedro pulled away from you as you whined in protest, him leaving your body felt like a betrayal. You were left empty, cold, and bare.

“Gotta get you cleaned up, mi amor.” He laughed.

He walked into the bathroom and you grinned at the sight. He had an amazing ass. Fuck, you couldn’t look away. You rolled over in the bed to get a better view. Your smiled grew even more when he turned around, his boner not fully gone yet.

“Damn.” You said.

“Thanks?” He plopped down on the bed with a towel in hand and helped you get cleaned up.

Then, you slid under the duvet. He clicked into placed behind you, his arms wrapping around you and dwarfing you. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and let his fingers dance over your thigh. And into the darkness, he spoke your name.

“I don’t know what that meant to you…” He began. “But that was special to me. I’ve honestly been wanting to do that for a long while.”

You froze as though remaining as still as possible would also freeze the moment, like any sound would shatter this dream and forcibly pull you back to a cruel and lonely reality.

“And, erm, you?” he nervously asked when you remained silent.

You rolled around and stared up at him. “Me too, Pedro. I really like you and not just as a friend.” You smiled and kissed him.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you on top of him. You gasped when you felt something poking your butt.

“Put that away!”

“You don’t want a round two?” he smirked.

“Pedro!”

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itsgrimeytime · 8 months

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When he needs to sleep... || Rick Grimes (TWD)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax

Rick hadn't slept for days. You knew it, you could see it, weight rolling off his shoulders, staggering for just a second -almost off balance. The way he leaned a tiny bit in to anyone he spoke to. A small little sliver of space that he'd push forward into, hard to notice, but you did.

Almost searching for the warmth there, the safety-

"We can settle down 'ere 'til sunrise," he echoed out, voice gruff and slurred slightly -could be seen as a mumble, but there was something in the drawl there. Tired, "-keepin' ya updated, Carol has the stock of food, and Daryl any extra weapons. If ya need to leave, for whatever reason, tell me."

"Blankets?" someone questioned -you weren't sure exactly who.

"In the backpacks," he answered -directly, "-should be one for every two of us."

And with that, the group disbanded from formality, all gathering together for warmth -the night wasn't quite chilly yet, but you knew it would be. The night was just beginning, and it was just about time that the temperatures cooled off in the night -which was nice on blearly hot days but this one was more mucky than anything else. You'd hardly seen the sun at all.

You'd neatly stayed where you were -as everyone else disbursed, only you and Rick remained.

You could almost see the weight in his shoulders, heavy. It was almost weighing him down physically, as his eyes scattered along the people -anywhere but at you, you realized.

"Rick...?" You questioned, light and not pushy or demanding, or anything, other than soft, "-Do you... Do you have a minute?"

He was slow to look at you, blue eyes flickering over your frame quickly, maybe even a little hesitantly. You knew the thing you had wasn't exactly clear. Rick was very preoccupied, and it was the apocalypse.

There wasn't time right now to ask. You wanted to, but you weren't sure you ever would. He always just had something else on his mind, something far, far more important than what you wanted to talk about.

"Yeah," his voice was soft, gruff, as he sunk into a spot a little distant from everyone else. Enough for people to not hear you talking -you imagined it was on purpose.

You sat beside him (close, you weren't sure you could ever be close enough-), slow measured steps -not too quick, and not too direct. It wouldn't do any good to be accusatory, not now.

He was just so... tired.

Before you could speak, Daryl threw over a blanket that landed neatly on Rick's lap -merely nodding at the two of you. And as you'd come to realize, Rick's nod back was their own sort of language -big talks every once and a while, but an understanding more than anything, brotherly.

And even then, your words were halted in your throat.

Rick had wordlessly unfolded the blanket (creases so crisp, you knew it had to be Carol's doing), moving on autopilot. With one hand he nudged you closer and with the other, he spread the blanket across your legs -tucking it under your side. Thoughtfully.

You couldn't think of a time he hadn't done something thoughtfully, the man had the biggest heart you'd ever seen-

"'At okay?" He spoke, voice low and you were so close you could feel the rumble of his chest -tired, so tired.

You hummed, moved slightly pulling the blanket properly over his legs -you just moved a touch closer if it pulled away from you, "Now, it is."

He smiled, a lazy fond sort of smile and something in you flipped. He looked beautiful then, leaning against the tree the two of you sat in front of -curls pushed forward, a sort of fuzz slinking over his eyes, and a tired, but true, smile.

Something in you guided your hand to his curls, smoothing through his scalp and focusing where you thought it mattered. It was a kind of fluid motion -solid and yet somehow still soft. What you hadn't expected was for him to neatly push into your hand -leaning into you, eyes slinking to a close and a deep thrum echoing out his throat.

"Rick," you spoke, still slow, still gentle, "-have you been sleeping?"

"S'at what ya wanted to talk about?"

"Yeah," you answered, still smoothing through his curls -combing with your fingers.

"'Course it is," he breathed out -slurred slightly from the warm comfort you imagined he was experiencing, "-you're always worryin' 'bout me."

"Wouldn't have to be," you teased -light and airy, "- if you slept."

"I do, I do," he relented, only making the tiniest of motions to be closer to you -like he was seeking you out, "-just can't recently. Not with..."

Rick paused, you could almost see the tense aura smooth over his skin -like he was coming back down to earth. A stressful earth.

"'Been focusin' on a shelter," he added -late, and you knew it was only part of the truth, "-can't stand everybody bein' so... unprotected out 'ere."

You pursed your lips, "Rick-"

"'Just want everyone safe," he echoed, his tone hanging in the silence for a second -heavy, maybe even watery (his eyes were still closed), "-for once."

"You can't..." you started, before correcting, "-Don't discount what you've done already. We have guns, we have food-"

He only seemed to listen.

"Think of where'd we be without any of that," you explained, "-sure, we don't have a shelter yet, and the sooner the better, but... we do have a place to sleep for the night and blankets to help with the cold."

You moved your hand to his face, mindlessly tracing the eyebags under his eyes, "You're doing your best."

Rick was slow to open his eyes -blue eyes a little shiny, mouth a little twisted like he was holding something back. Your hand curled to the side of his face and the other doing just the same, holding him there. Reaching your fingers up to push some curls behind his ears, and gently tilt him to face you.

He merely followed the movement, loose as a little trickle of tears danced down his cheeks -just a few, and you thought they might've just been a relief. But it was okay if they weren't. You smoothed your fingers over them, wiping them away with caring ease -Rick only watched your face, lingering.

"Rick," you hummed -soft, just between the two of you, "-you wanna sleep?"

"I can't," he grumbled out, broken, tired, and teary-

"I can try and get Daryl to-"

"No, not-" he started but stopped, bringing up his hands to cover yours on his face -desperate and his eyes getting foggy, "-I can't. I close my eyes and jus' can't stop thinkin'. Like what if I got someone hurt because I wasn't there? What if Carl, or Judith, or you-"

"Rick, hey, hey-" you shushed, thumbs swiping gently along his cheeks -tears disappearing with the motion and tilted to meet his eyes, "-everyone is okay."

"It jus' takes a second," he mumbled out, breaths a little shaky and maybe he was leaning heavily into your hands but you didn't mind, "-a second that I'm lookin' not where I'm supposed to-"

"Rick," you hushed with an air of finality, locking eyes with him -his cheeks were beginning to blush from the tears, "-first off, everything is not on you. If they're someone who's been living in this world long enough they should know the dangers. But, going on your logic-"

He just watched you -blue eyes looking at you like you held the secrets to the world.

"You can't be nearly as attentive when you're falling asleep," you finished, succinctly, and a little playful in your tone -just for a smile.

He granted you one, a small one but a beautiful one all the same -leaning into your right hand slightly more, which tilted his head, "Very comfortin', sweetheart."

"I try," you smirked, before turning somewhat more serious, "-will you? Try to sleep. I know... I know it's not easy but, I just- I want you to try."

Rick grumbled out, sleepy and warm (it made something in your heart squeeze that this was what he probably sounded like if you woke up beside him), "I can try, for you."

"Deal," you grinned, pulling him forward and kissing his cheek in gratitude.

And if he slept like a baby with his head in your lap, that was between the two of you and no one else. (Or at least that's what you told Daryl when he caught sight of it in the early morning.)

#rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #stuff n' thangs #twd blurb #rick grimes blurb #its griming time #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #twd oneshot #im backkkk #missed writing blurbs so here you go #rick grimes oneshot #rick grimes #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes fluff

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the-glass-is-actually-full · 1 year

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Damian: Jason, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement- Jason: Aww, thanks- Damian: But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you

#im backkkk #hi #incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfam #bat family #batfamily #jason #jason todd #jason wayne #jason todd wayne #damian wayne #damian #damian robin #robin damian #damian being damian #red hood jason todd #batfamily incorrect quotes

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trulylino · 2 years

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=> Having To Sitting On Their Lap - BTS

Pairing: bts x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, not really suggestive but if you squint, boyfriend!bts

Summary: when there are no chairs left and you have to sit on your boyfriend's lap :)

Warnings: kissing, sitting on laps (obv), handholding

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Jin

It's all very innocent to him and he just wants you to stop being dramatic about it. You're a bit nervous since you're in public and don't want people to think differently of you but he's your boyfriend for God's sake you can sit on his lap. So you just kind of perch on his knee until he pulls you onto him a bit further, forcing you to settle down and relax a bit before resting his chin on your shoulder, his hair tickling your ear. You close your eyes, leaning into his face, nuzzling it slightly before turning round to peck him, your lips brushing his cheek softly.

Yoongi

In this scenario he's the nervous one. He knows when you leave his friends will tease him for being so utterly whipped for you, they already were going to with the way he looks at you. But finally you're cuddled into his side on his lap, right where you should be and you feel his hand sneak to hold yours. You feel the soft pads of his thumbs slowly caressing the back of your hands and you offer him a sweet smile, moving to kiss his cheek, making him blush. He's trying to desperately hard to concentrate on the conversation but he can't help but want it to be just you and him cuddled up together.

J-hope

When you realise that all the seats are taken the solution is relatively obvious. Like, your boyfriend's lap is right there. So, when you settle down into the gap between Hoseok's spread legs you take it upon yourself to get comfortable. Your back leans against his muscular chest allowing you to smell his cologne and occasionally tilt your head back just enough to smile at him. When you do you notice that he's already looking down at you, grinning at you, before his hands find your hair carding their way through the strands. You sigh into his touch, the soft massaging of your scalp nearly sending you to sleep.

Namjoon

Everyone is used to it at this point. You opt for his lap over a chair constantly so when there are none it's the obvious option for both of you. None of the awkwardness that one may expect as you wiggle into a comfortable position on his vast lap. You're so... comfortable. At ease. His hands fall (comfortably) around your midriff, loosely caging you in but you don't feel claustrophobic in the slightest, because it's Namjoon's arms that are holding you. Every so often during this slightly impromptu hangout at Jin's flat you remember where you're sitting and you feel your cheeks burn up before getting lost in the chatter once more.

Jimin

The sofa is small to say the least. Squished up between Jimin and Jin like this simply isn't very practical or comfortable for anyone involved. That's how you got here, half on Jimin's lap after gradually climbing further and further up his thigh until you had situated yourself there. He somehow hadn't noticed yet, you supposed because your movements had been so slow. At one point he had moved his hand down to rest on your own thigh and you had stared at it briefly before continuing your mission to find yourself directly on top of Jimin. You were very determined. After ten or so minutes you finally reached the summit, perched on his legs and leaning against the arm of the sofa. You don't even have time to bask in your glory before he speaks; "You could have just asked to sit on my lap you know."

Taehyung

Initially Taehyung tells you to sit on the floor. Yes. Your own boyfriend. Betrays you. The floor? How dare he. As soon as he sees your pout however his mind changes in a flash. He can't stand to see your eyebrows furrow and your lips downturned even if you're joking so here he is, practically pulling you off of the floor where you sat out of pure principle. Finally your in his lap, ignoring him, once more, out of principle. Why should you talk to your stupid boyfriend who told you to sit on the stupid floor? Eventually you feel his lips on your neck and before you can complain that it tickles he's wrapping his arms round you and apologising profusely. And who are you to deny him?

Jungkook

Jungkook is practically a human chair at this point. Or footstool. Depending on your mood. When you're nominated to give up your own (extremely comfy) seat you realise that there is an even more luxurious place to rest. Jungkook's lap is warm and comforting and he knows it. You've spent many movie nights basically just lying on him so he's used to your weight on him. You're used to the way he draws circles with his fingers on your legs and arms letting them dance their way up your body until you nearly fall asleep. He's used to the way you sometimes grab his hand and play with his fingers, stroking his smooth nails in awe. You're used to him and he's used to you, so you feel right at home on his lap.

Taglist: @dreamescapeswriting @sparkyprotectionsquad @bang-me-chan

Credit: header by @dolzyeri

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grimskullz · 1 year

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slither // kirk x fem reader

guess whos back 😏

reposted from my other account @hetssigh <3

oral (fem receiving), fingering, pre-existing relationship, overstim, not proofread

kirk leans down and takes your sensitive clit into your mouth snd sucks so hard your legs jerk and your eyes scrunch shut; mouth open in pleasure. you cry out as kirk continues to suckle at your clit, still fingering your g-spot all the while, your hands flying to his curly locks.

kirk leans down and takes your sensitive clit into his mouth and sucks so hard your legs jerk and your eyes scrunch shut; mouth open in pleasure. you cry out as kirk continues to suckle at your clit, still fingering your g-spot all the while, your hands flying to his curly locks.

he's smiling into your pussy, lapping at you. fingers reaching impossibly deep inside you. that coil in your gut tightens and you shake, head reeling back. kirks sweetly telling you to cum on his fingers, snapping them upwards against your spongey walls as you topple over the edge. your orgasm is red hot, your thighs clenching around his head and back arching as he sucks your clit torturously hard through your orgasm.

you're vision is blurry and you're trying to regain your place on earth as he licks his lips, slick with your come. you just manage to catch your breath when kirk lowers his mouth to you again he's tongue-fucking you like it was what he was put on this planet for. the overstimulation of his wet mouth is making you cry but the way your hands are holding his face to your cunt says otherwise. you can feel his smile on your weeping pussy and you're repeating his name like a mantra. over, and over, and over..

#metallica smut #kirk hammett smut #metallica #im backkkk #kirky boy #grims works

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hattoriscap · 3 months

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fetus dnp for @foreverjustanemokidatheart :3

thank you for donating to the PCRF 🇵🇸💖

#im backkkk #doha draws #danandphil #2009

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knightthyme · 24 days

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misery loves company

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #han sooyoung #HAPPY BIRTHDAY HSY!!!!!!#1863 han sooyoung #art thyme #IM BACKKKK #KIND OF #ART BLOCKS A BITCH #im so sorry im a day late #shading sucks and i didnt wanna. so its late. its fine #orv spoilers #vaguely?#just in case

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medusaasudemm · 2 months

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#ass appreciation #ass shake #im backkkk #body art

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marvins-linguinie · 1 year

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steve: im straight.

robin: me too

steve: what? no you aren't

robin: oh, sorry i thought we were just making stuff up

#steve harrington #robin buckley #im backkkk #am i though?#you're welcome #steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #eddie munson #stranger things #platonic stobin

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goldendiie · 11 months

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so anyway

#im BACKKKK #barbie movie reference dot png #sargemore #pixar cars #cars fillmore #cars sarge #humanization #tbam

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lilydoeswrite · 16 days

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THE MERCILESS SIREN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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summary: It is the 66th Hunger Games when Oceana Fontaine is reaped as tribute, and at just thirteen years old, the odds are certainly not in her favour. As much as it is seen as an honour for Oceana to represent her district in the games, it is also practically a death sentence. But Oceana knows she needs to go home and is determined to, no matter how low her chances are and with the help of her mentors, she might just do that. But if she is to win, she will have to learn where her biggest strengths start to turn into her biggest flaws and weigh her options carefully as she starts making choices that pushes her morality and the lengths she will go to for love.

tags: slow burn (finnick x oc), violence, death, canon typical violence the usual stuff when it comes to the hunger games, weapons, not sure what else

“She’s alright!” Briar squeals loudly, smiling widely at me as Gill helps me sit up properly, passing me my flask of water as he encourages me to drink it. “You had us so worried, Oceana! Don’t you dare pass out again!”

“Sorry,” I apologise, slightly embarrassed as I open the flask, sipping some water. “Where’d you find the water?”

“Found a pond nearby,” Giselle smiles at me as I quench my thirst, “there’s a whole lot to the island worth exploring but don’t rush yourself, it’s important that you’re okay.”

It’s weird how caring they are towards me but I appreciate their kindness regardless. I take some food out of my bag to eat as I’m bombarded with a dozen questions on what had happened and if I was okay. I do my best to reassure them that I’m feeling better now although they don’t completely take my word for it, which is how I find myself stuck in the middle of the pack walking next to Gill who occasionally turns to look at me in order to ensure that I’m okay as we head to the pond.

It’s as if we’ve stumbled upon a sanctuary. Tall trees and bushes with flowers surround the pond as sunlight reflects off the pool which glimmered and shined under the sunlight. I wonder how Giselle had managed to find the pond with it so carefully concealed. We take a seat next to the water as we admire the swans which come and go. I'm holding onto my knife tightly until I’m assured that they aren’t Muttations of any sort– you can’t ever be too careful in the games.

Filling up my flask, I sit cross legged on the floor in the comfortable silence which fills the air. For one reason or another, the atmosphere is calming. “Are we going to hunt more or lay low?” I ask, looking at Briar who shrugs her shoulders.

“It depends, I guess,” She says as she sets up a snare, “perhaps we’ll just lay low for now and maybe tonight or tomorrow we’ll continue hunting. Al, Chase and I already searched the surrounding perimetre– no one here so far but they’re probably further into the island.”

I nod, looking at Gill who seems rather relaxed, throwing small rocks at the pond as it skips a couple times before plunging into the depths of the pond.

The calmness everyone seems to be experiencing right now seems too good to be true, there’s no way the Gamemakers don’t have another twist coming our way so I don’t manage to loosen up, even as the sun begins to set into yet another pretty sunset. I want to be able to admire the sky in peace right now as it looks just like a painting but I can’t seem to; I feel restless and jittery, and overall, just uneasy.

Everyone is talking excitedly about what they have in mind to try to form a plan for either tonight or tomorrow but I can’t help but think about how my short spell of passing out could harm my sponsorship chances. What if people thought of me as weak and incapable now? Surely, I can’t let them have such an impression of me. I need to redeem myself. “How about we go hunting tonight?” I say and everyone turns to look at me.

“Are you sure, Oceana?” Gill asks, “I mean, I’m sure it’s no problem but we just want to make sure that you’re alright.”

“I am, don’t worry,” I smile as he passes me a piece of squirrel meat for me to chew on. “Come on, I’m dying to get back into action, I’m sure everyone is.”

Silence fills the air as everyone now thinks of what to answer me until Briar breaks it, putting her arm around my shoulder, “that’s the spirit!” She says joyfully, “come on, guys! You heard the girl, let’s go!”

“I’m up for it,” Chase says, “but I’m not sure if that’ll be the smartest idea, we have no idea what this island will bring.”

“God, you’re starting to sound like Alvise,” Briar sighs, shaking her head.

Everyone goes back and forth for a while, debating– well more like arguing– if we should go hunting throughout the night or simply lay low. After a while, we finally come to a compromise– to simply repeat what we had done the previous night. Thirty minutes of arguing only to do the same thing as last night seems a little stupid but considering how much half of us wanted to hunt and how adament half of us were on laying low, I’m surprised we could even reach an agreement.

I feel tired and weak for no reason as I rub my eyes tiredly before splashing my face with some of the water from the pond. I stare at the pond which now reflects the moon which hangs gracefully in the sky as night creatures start to come out, the sweet singing of the birds now replaced with the occasional hoot as the swans continue to wade in the water. No tent is set up today and we simply rely on our sleeping bags as I unroll mine.

Then, the seal of the Capitol can be seen, the anthem catching our attention and all of us turn to look. The headshot of the girl appears, she’s from district twelve and then the Capitol seal reappears. This means that the boy Giselle had slashed is still somewhere alive and she groans in frustration.

“Oh come on!” Giselle exclaims, clearly frustrated that the boy somehow didn’t manage to succumb to death, “only one death?”

“Should’ve just finished him off, Giselle,” Chase remarks and Giselle remains quiet but grumbles something under her breath.

“I’ll take first watch,” Briar says, beckoning Alvise to come to sit next to her, “Giselle and Chase, you guys can go after me.”

“I assume Gill and I will take the last one,” I say and Briar nods.

“You need as much rest as you can get,” she pats my head like I’m a child, which I suppose I am compared to her as she’s eighteen– close to Aurora’s age. “Go get some sleep.”

I nod and tuck myself into my sleeping bag as I try my best to let my muscles relax. It takes me a second to realise the chances of me getting decent sleep is zero to none. But, unlike in the Capitol where I could run off to the balcony, I have to try to force myself to sleep. Any fatigue would be seen as weakness– not to mention that the image the Capitol audience has of me is surely tainted now. I’m more than frustrated with myself, how could I be so stupid to let myself pass out? Surely I could’ve sucked it up. Or maybe I could’ve done something to avoid it. Did I just make Finnick and Coral’s job of getting me sponsors harder? What if I’m unable to get sponsors now? I take a deep breath in to calm myself down before I force myself to shut my eyes and try to come up with something to think about but don’t manage to.

I’m staring up at the starry night sky now as I listen to the occasional rustle of the trees and hoot of an owl, trying to make shapes out of the outline of the sky. I’m trying to recall the constellations Finnick had taught me about but don’t manage to, so I'm stuck trying to make sense of their odd shapes and figures. It’s about time when my eyelids start to feel heavy and my muscles start loosening up, my body feeling less tense as I shut them, hoping to finally drift off to sleep.

“Oceana,” Gill whispers as he shakes my body gently.

“What?” I ask, rubbing my eyes as I sit up, “is it time for our watch?”

I manage to make out the rough shape of him nodding and nod back, dragging myself out of the comfort of my sleeping bag and sit next to him, leaning against a tree. I’m still in a slight daze so I wash my face with the cold water from the pond and I’m awakened almost instantly. I let out a sigh and look at Gill who seems to be thinking about something. “What’s on your mind?” I ask.

“A lot,” he remarks, chuckling, “I hope my family is okay, mostly.”

“Yeah,” I simply say, “anything else?”

“Well, you scared the hell out of me when you passed out,” he laughs as he recounts the scene to me, “but at least you’re alright now.”

“I probably made myself look weak,” I scoff at myself, “I’ve got to find a way to redeem myself somehow. I hate to think how hard it is for Finnick and Coral to get me sponsors now.”

“Easy,” Gill shrugs, “we’re going hunting later, anyways.”

“Yeah,” I nod in agreement and silence falls once again. “I just hope I can go home.”

“You can, Oceana,” Gill says, “you’re probably the one that has the best shot out of all of us.”

I’m surprised by his comment, I had the best shot? Even compared to him who got an eleven on his training score? “Really?” I ask.

I don’t believe it. I can’t believe it.

I can hear him let out a sigh, “Yes.” He says, pausing to think before continuing to speak, “you’re the best with weapons out of all of us and you can be smart with your strategies. I heard of your original plan after we agreed to team up, the fact that I know you could’ve pulled it off even then says a lot, Oceana.”

“Who told you?” I ask, looking at him curiously.

“Coral told Dover after and Dover told me. I wasn’t supposed to know, and I wasn’t supposed to tell you that I knew but, here we are, I guess,” he laughs. “Just like how Finnick wasn’t supposed to get close to you.”

“What?” I ask, my voice soft and laced with confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Look, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I’m probably going to die, so what’s the point in keeping secrets,” he says with a slightly cheerful undertone although I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. I hope he is. I hope he realises how good his chances are. “When Finnick wanted to check up on you after your private assessment with the Gamemakers, Coral got mad at Finnick when she realised how close you two got and told him to distance himself a little– to be fair, it’s true. The worst thing would be getting close and attached to the tribute you mentor only for them to die. Finnick got really angry, to say the least.”

I try my best to process Gill’s words. Did that explain the look Coral shot Finnick after? I wonder what they will be saying to each other now after the whole incident today. I hope I haven’t let either of them down. That’s the last thing I want. “Oh,” I muster out.

“But that’s besides my point,” he shakes his head, “my point is that, Oceana, you’re better than you think you are. You’re both skillful and smart. The only thing anyone can really fault you on is having too much compassion. If there’s anyone that’s going to come out of these games as a victor, it’s you. Believe in yourself, Oceana.”

“Thanks, Gill,” I try to hide my smile but I can’t. It’s nice that someone as skilled as him thinks that I’m indeed good enough to be a victor. Though, it’s the same as all the other compliments– it’s no use if I don’t actually have faith in myself because at the end of the day, though they are nice words, the nice words won’t do anything for me except for boosting my ego, I’m the only one that can do something about my fate in these games.

We continue to talk to each other for a while, our voices filling the air as we talk about home; continuing to learn about one another before it’s time to wake the others up. I roll my sleeping bag up and stuff it in my bag before taking a drink of water and refill my flask as Gill goes around waking the others up. I check my holster which is hidden by my jacket, all my knives and daggers still placed neatly. I take one out and admire it, looking at the moon through the reflection of the blade until I hear my name being called. I grip onto my knife tightly, I have to be prepared to take my chance while I can.

“Alright, let’s go,” Alvise says as he slings his bag onto both of his shoulders.

For the amount of sleep they’ve gotten, Giselle and Briar are far too excited to go hunting but a part of me tries to understand their excitement. It’s a new island which means new discoveries and encounters, which can either be for the better or the worse. We’re mostly familiar with the terrain as it’s similar to the previous forest except for the fact it’s less steep and that it’s by far prettier– even at night as we watch fireflies fly past us in awe.

“It’s really pretty here,” I smile at Briar who hums in agreement as we walk through the forest.

The further we go, the more magical it is and the excitement which was starting to die down comes back up when we hear a rustle in the bushes. All of a sudden, we’re all gripping onto our weapons and staying still, trying to find who or what was making the noise. I scan the distance and come across a sleeping horse, it’s eyes looking at me as it remains silently. Then, I’ve taken out my knife. That is no horse, that’s not how their eyes look like. That’s another tribute.

I see panic flash in their eyes once we’ve realised each other and I set off running in their direction, sprinting as fast as I can as whoever this is, they’re quick.

“Oceana!” I can hear Gill shouting my name as they run after me, but I’m far too concentrated on catching the tribute who’s running in a winding path before she trips on a rock and falls down onto the ground. Before she can scurry away, I’ve pinned her down with my knife in hand.

“Not that easy” she says as she kicks me, taking me off by surprise as I nearly fall to the ground before she attempts to grab the knife out of my hand. To give her credit, she’s daring. We’re in a full blown fight by the time I hear the footsteps of the rest of the pack, throwing punches at each other as she continues to wrestle the knife out of my hand. She’s given me bruises to last for days by now but so have I.

“Finish her off!” Briar shouts, throwing her spear our way which causes the tribute to flinch in fear as she lets go of my hand to avoid it. I know what Briar is doing and so I take advantage of it, using the split second to throw a knife at her. I’m not sure where I should aim so I aim for her chest and the next thing I know, my knife is plunged into her flesh.

“Well done!” I hear Gill shouts and I smile at myself, a sense of pride washing over me.

I’ve done it, I’ve redeemed myself.

She looks at me, eyes wide and glossy as she stumbles to the ground, her eyes gazing down at the knife and then at me, blood flowing out relentlessly as tears start to fall. I stare at her, swallowing my saliva thickly as I calm my breathing.

I’ve done it, I’ve killed another one.

I want to tell her that I’m sorry and a million other words that I know won’t fix what had just happened but the next thing I know she’s on the forest floor, all the colour drained out of her face as she lies as blood drenches her clothes.

What have I done?

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