#FUCK I MISSPELLED TENTATIVENESS SORRY

[sparring-spirals]

there's a particular tentativeness to how imogen and laudna are interacting, that is so careful and raw and unsure- but still affectionate. still weighted. it feels like- both of them, reaching out occasionally, in turn, both of them drawing back a bit at different moments. its. so good. its a very specific post Incident/Argument tenseness that still has the threads of affection and effort underlying it, and its delicious and layered and i am thrilled.

#imogen and laudna both referencing things theyd done together but with hesitation that wasnt there before #moments where little comments dont quite land the same. relief when they do #its so nuanced and i am LIVING #okay back to watching ashton intently #critical role #cr spoilers #c3e24 #imogen temult #laudna #sorcery pact #speculation #character meta #cr liveblogging #FUCK I MISSPELLED TENTATIVENESS SORRY #my meta #right forgot about that tag

[mx-pastelwriting]

Slow & Steady

John Price X GN! Reader

Summary: John guides you as you suck him off.

Warnings: Smut, Price in control, Blowjob/Oral Sex male receiving

- I of course getting the idea from an edit with him saying “Do it slow and steady, keep your head still it's gonna be close”

Minors do not interact!

Price's rough hands gently cup your face as his soft lips heatedly kiss against your own as he's pressed against the concrete wall, using your hand to guide it down to the painful tent in his pants.

Sloppily undoing them with every second, eating away at you, John did little to stop you from letting your hand run under his clothes and onto his hardening cock. Taking it gently at first, wanting it to harden in your hand, feeling the effect of the touch as his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you in.

Breaking the kiss as your hand becomes more firm, moving his kisses down to your neck, tickling the soft skin with his bread. Pulling his cock out into the night air, hearing as he lightly hummed to it but recovering as your hand moved to his balls, making groans from him quietly as you massaged them.

Feeling his cock twitch in reaction with moans escaping into your neck, move your hand back up softly, pushing your thumb against it while having your fingers wrapped on the other side. Melting in your hands trying his damnedest to be quiet, needing to keep the mission from hitting the fan, the cause of all the events folding out from Price getting a little too handsy on a mission.

Stopping your thumb to then dropping down to your knees, he quickly moves back, resting against the wall. Taking him in your two hands, stroking while licking along the side of his cock, hearing as he quietly hissed in through his teeth, then exhaling a moan to your mouth taking him in all.

Moans filled the small abandoned room as your tongue massaged around his cock while you slurped him down. Gently, his hips rocked into you, fearing that if he fucked your throat, there was no going back. Tightly, he held onto your head, whispering about your mouth. "Fuck right there," he moans, guiding your head deeper.

Quietly you hum on his cock leading him more over the edge, holding your head in his hands as he slows you leading his hips to control your throat. “Do it slow and steady, keep your head still it's gonna be close,” he whispers, roughly making your stomach pool more than it was from his moans.

Following his orders relaxing your throat letting his cock fuck your throat raw, no doubt John would have to speak for you on the radio tomorrow. Pounding the back of your throat brings the urge to gag, but holding on as his thrust becomes sloppily with knees bucking under your hands, readying for his climax.

Fighting the urge to cum down your throat, he pulls back cumming on your tongue enjoying you playing with his tip as it leaks cum. "Fucking perfect," he whispers, catching his breath letting go of your head only now cupping your cheek as his cock softens in your mouth surrounded by his cum.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

#captain john price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain price #john price #cod price #john price smut #captain price smut #captain price x you #captain john price x you #john price x you

[dilfs-bitch]

Jake Sully - Nìtkanluke

(NSFW)

Sorry if is there any english misspelling is not my first language.

Happy New years.

I can't stop thinking about this Jake character. AI, where you accidentally become his second mate.

So just imagine.

The war happened and the Na'vi won, everything went back to the way it was, except for the destruction, the lives lost and for you now, constantly there in the shared tent where only Jake and Neytiri lived before.

The feeling of living with two people you barely know is suffocating, and although you admit that Jake is trying his best to be as attentive as he is with his first wife, there is still a huge lack of intimacy between both of you. There are no kisses, hugs or fondling like there are with Neytiri, no between you two, it's almost weird. However, there is that feeling inside you that makes you want to share internally with him the same thing he shares with her.

Maybe just out of jealousy, although deep down, you knew it was the lifelong bond that made you feel this way. A feeling that you thought would disappear as quickly as it appeared just days after the tsaheylu was accidentally formed, but eclipse after eclipse, it becomes intense and Jake's closeness doesn't help.

It doesn't help that he's so attentive, always caring, always taking you on those things he calls dates, it doesn't help that as each day passes by, he seems so much more comfortable in your presence, so confident that he's starting to seem into you. And every chance he gets, there he is, teasing you, touching here and there while whispering those things he really wants to do with you, but everything is still new, and although the feeling is there, there is still a certain reluctance to simply give in and mate with him.

Until dawn that morning, everything seemed different, the shared tent was silent and the only sound that permeated the air was a shaky sigh that came from you as you felt him cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding perfectly against yours and the feeling is almost intoxicating so strong hard as your head seems dizzy as you feel him squeeze your waist and instinctively your hips are moving to sit more comfortably on his lap and that just makes Jake groan so you pull away, your ears flat in shame for thinking that of somehow you had hurt him but when your eyes meet his and there is that expression that makes his eyebrows furrow, eyes closed and mouth lightly open you realize that you did the opposite of that.

And just to make sure, you do it again, and there it is, the hard bulge under the thin cloth of his loincloth that makes your cunt clench around nothing, and as he feels it, Jake's face changes and, he's trying not to give in to that primal urge inside him to fuck you right there, but the way you keep moving your hips in those slowly circular movements is so deliciously good that for a single moment there is no strength left in him to do anything other than hold your waist tightly, throwing his head back.

“Jake.” You say softly, almost moaning. " Say something "

“Fuck...this's so good”

The sound of his voice saying it so softly makes you gasp, your body shivers as you feel the hardness of his cock rub against your wet pussy right at your clit and then there's a moan echoing through the air as your face is buried in the crook of his neck that holds your waist tightly, forcing your hips to continue those circular movements that are so pleasurable, but now with a little more pressure than before when he lifts his hips, making you gasp. And the feeling of his hot breath blowing against your neck that makes your pussy clench around nothing again begging to be filled up but not yet, not when the pressure is right there, making your heart pound and your nails dig into his muscular back when that familiar heat starts to flow through the lower part of your belly.

“ I think I'm coming, Jake"

Upon hearing this, Jake seems to lose control because he suddenly squeezes your hips, forcing those circular movements to increase with so much pressure that his bulge under your stimulating clit becomes so much that you come screaming his name and biting his neck hard. But there's no way to enjoy this feeling of euphoria because it's so good that it becomes too much when Jake lifts his hips against yours, still holding your waist, forcing those circular movements now with more intensity, and then there's a guttural growl coming from Jake's chest and his hand gripping the exposed skin of your thigh, and then there's a hot, sticky feeling leaking from his loincloth and his cock, which is twitching as he whispers, finally reaching his release.

“ Mhm… fuck… next time I’ll fill that pussy of yours”

#avatar 2009 #avatar fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar x you #jake sully x reader #awow smut #jake sully #na'vi x reader #avatar movie #jake sully imagine #jake sully fanfiction #jake sully x neytiri #jake sully smut #jake sully x you #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x na'vi reader #jake sully x female reader smut

[amazingphilza]

snapchat :: c!tommy x reader

fluff / angst , platonic , gender neutral ! first request whoop whoop :D [check pinned for more info on requests]

synopsis: ‘what’s so bad about adding every person on snapchat?’ tommy thought. unknowingly, with all the other people he begins talking to during exile, one ends up being you; tubbo’s younger sibling. that is until you both visit tommy in logstedshire.

cw: i purposely misspell a few words for the texting part, i hope it’s still readable for y’all! and i haven’t actually used snapchat in years so let’s pretend i know what i’m doing :)

tommy smiled at his brand new phone

first thing he does? install snapchat and reddit

if he couldn’t talk to his best friends face to face anymore, at least he had people online to talk to, right?

tommy hoped from all his possessions dream would destroy, he could at least keep a phone

without much thought, tommy opened snapchat and began adding every account and messaging them the same obnoxious message

BE MY FRIEND . MESSAGE BACK NOW.

most people chose ignore tommy, not having a clue why he was messaging them

but as for you, when you had the notification that someone added you on snapchat and started aggressively messaging you, it made you curious

you read their user

“wife haver”?? huh???

instead of immediately blocking the person, you replied back

what?

not even less than a second later you get a reply back

OH MY GOD FINALLY SOMEONE

IM DYING

without context, you were more than confused

genuinely dying is very alarming but you shouldn’t text a random stranger your last words

huh?

THE GREEN BASTARD TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME

YOURE ALL I HAVE LEFT

plwase helo

Help

where did tou go

Ohm hgod

hHello?

NOOOO NOT YOU TOO

PLEASR

you laughed at the person’s desperation and ignored the messages

if the stranger wasn’t going introduce themselves, you wouldn’t either

however, after a while you realized you had over 100 snapchat notifications within an hour of trying to ignore the person

however it was just jumbled up words and useless spam, nothing important

as if the stranger would said anything important to your concern anyway

do you ever shut up??

fuck you

a normal person wouldve taken offense by these messages but you found them quite amusing

it wasn’t like you had anything else better to do

and this acceptance was the start of your odd friendship with the stranger

you were still on edge because you had no idea who they were and their intentions but the anonymity was mutual nonetheless

if the desperate spamming “wife haver” isn’t going to formally tell you who they actually were, you weren’t going to risk exposing yourself first

but in the past few weeks, you and the person had normal conversations apart from the first day they messaged you

well as normal as you could’ve expected from someone named “wife haver”

they were the first to send an actual snap as well

that was when you found out the “wife haver” was an obnoxious boy that looked around your age, maybe a slightly older

he had sent you a photo of him holding a thumbs up and trying to smile when he was clearly upset

just got all my stuff exploded again, feeling good

you noticed his messy blonde hair and tattered clothes

what the hell happened to this guy?

part of you was confused, and the other was concerned

u good bro??

well

i don’t have anymore tools and materials if that’s anything

so no

this is shit

lmao it was probably deserved

FUCK YOU!!!!!

im kidding that’s sad

but like do u actually need stuff?

you contemplated sending your next message and thought of the consequences

but in the end, you were probably better off than him so if he did try to do something suspicious, you could easily just leave with your trident or defend yourself

i can bring some things over if you’d like

please oh my god it’s so boring here

where the hell do you even live???

it finally hit that you would be visiting this mysterious person

you never really had much to do during the day and he had nothing against your enchanted netherite armor when compared to his worn-out clothes

you were surprised that he was quick to be comfortable with you visiting him so continued to message the boy

if you live nearby i can just stop over and bring some spare diamond tools and armor if you’d like or smth

DIAMOND !,?’/:@!?:/-',(

ya sure lol

WTF

GOOD SHIT LAD! THANKS

WHEN DO U WANT TO VISIT???

his shock and excitement made you smile

maybe this wasn’t a bad idea

before replying, you quickly ran to your storage room you gather your spare items

instead of normally texting, you decided to take a picture of all the enchanted tools and armor and send back a snap

i’m down for tomorrow, turn on your snapmaps so i can come by ;D

he quickly replied back with handfuls of ‘holy shits’ and ‘YEAHS’

you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear which caught the attention of your older brother who had just walked in to get blocks from the wall of chests

“ew why are you smiling at your phone like that?”

“oh shut up, tubbo”

“it’s weird”

you roll your eyes at him in a playful matter

“whatever! i’m gonna be out tomorrow to visit a friend, okay?”

“you have friends? wow, sounds like a first”

“you’re such a dick!!” you yell at him whilst trying to hold in your laughter

“oh yeah? go on, tell me about this friend of yours then. meeting strangers online, hm?”

“if you’re so concerned, you can come with if you’re not busy with whatever a president does. i promise they’re not some weirdo like you”

tubbo’s tone was sarcastic but he agreed then left you to your own thoughts

you were excited for tomorrow that you were restless in your bed when nighttime had came

somehow you managed to fall asleep from tiredness in the middle of the night

soon enough it was morning

before doing anything, you checked your phone and went through all your notifications

you then checked snapchat, browsing snapmaps and realized how far you had to travel

despite the long travel, you brought yourself up from your bed and gathered all the items you were going to bring

you stuffed a full set of enchanted diamond armor, tools, and over a stack of golden carrots all in your inventory

after finishing all your preparations, you searched for your older brother

with just a loud yell of his name he appeared almost instantly

“you ready to go, tubbo?”

“yep! you know where you’re going right?”

you scoffed at the question

“of course!”

and with that, the two of you traveled on foot until you reached the ocean

you had brought 2 boats with you knowing that you couldn’t imagine being in the same boat as your brother; it would’ve ended up in endless bickering

after a while of being at sea, tubbo started to become impatient

“what the hell! how far does this person live, y/n??”

“i dunno!”

you knew the general direction you were supposed to be going to after studying your snapmaps all morning but you couldn’t check how much farther it would take to get there; there was obviously no signal in the middle of the ocean

it felt like forever before you saw land in the horizon

suddenly you regained all the energy you have lost from rowing

“there!! that place with the white tent, i can barely see it”

“finally”

with the burst of energy, you got to land in no time

the moment you got off your boat, the blonde spotted the two of you and ran in your direction

once appearing nearly feet apart, he stared at your brother who also had the shocked expression

“TOMMY?”

“TUBBO?”

your brother had more of a confused expression whilst the other boy seemed a bit mad

maybe he was always mad considering the endless conversations you had with him ranting about some ‘green bastard’

but tubbo quickly got defensive, stepping in front of you

you didn’t understand how they knew each other beforehand, but at the same time you never caught up with tubbo’s friends either

you needed answers

“what’s going on?”

“y/n! you were messaging tommy this whole time? why didn’t you tell me?”

tubbo was clearly frustrated and a feeling of guilt washed over you

it didn’t click that you never exchanged names and admitting it did not seem believable

tubbo was in complete shock, trying to process everything that was happening

“WHAT?! AND HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING?”

you mumbled out your words

“a few weeks, i can’t remember”

“uh, yeah sorry” tommy had confirmed your statements. “i didn’t even know you had a sibling, tubbo! i actually didn’t know their name until now as well..”

“HUH??”

“but if i knew i was messaging a tub-ling, i wouldn’t have in the first place!”

“what the fuck tommy!!!”

“no, but how do you even know each other?” you had interrupt the two

tubbo had chosen his words carefully

“we’re... friends”

tommy had seemed upset at this

“tubbo....”

“no, don’t talk to me, tommy. you were exiled for a reason. y/n? give him the stuff you wanted to him and let’s go, this was a waste of time”

you were saddened but obliged, you didn’t want to anger your brother even more

“fuck you, tubbo! can’t believe this was how you visit me for the first time, i don’t even want your pity shit”

before you could react, tubbo led you to the back of his boat

he got in the front and quickly rowed away from the land you barely stayed on, leaving your boat behind on the shores

you looked back at tommy who already had left back to his tent

the boat ride was silent and full of sorrow until you arrived back at l’manburg

once you got home you immediately opened snapchat to message tommy

hey tommy i’m really sorry about today. i had no idea,,,

you thought he would’ve ignored your message but instead replied right after

but your heart sank at reading the message

it’s fine

i think it’s best we stop talking y/n

you didn’t want to lose a friend so quickly but after all the tension from today, you didn’t know how to come back from it

so instead of arguing you agreed, even if it wasn’t honest

yeah, me too

and that was the last message you sent to tommy

even though the whole situation was confusing from the start, it didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy the random conversations you had

the bizarre encounter was unforgettable

it made you even sadder when you realized the first time you two used each other’s names through text would also be the last

a/n: ngl, i didn’t think i would finish this on a kinda angsty ending but here we are! and grrr it’s 4am and i just wanted to finish this,, let’s hope there aren’t that many grammar mistakes LMAO anyway i hope y’all enjoyed <3

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit fanfic #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfic #mcyt imagine

[inseongsfoxybae]

Two is better than one

Threesome: Boyfriend Juho + Female reader + Best Friend Rowoon

Genre: Smut 🔞

Warnings: Threesome, dom!Juho, dom!Rowoon, sub!reader, oral (female receiving), face fucking, rough sex, a bit of overstimulation + after care

Words: +1,7k

Requested: Could you do a threesome with ZuWoon? 🥺 Smutty if possible 🙊 Got this idea from Hannah's HwiTae smut fic, but I want it with ZuWoon . Like I can't even begin to imagine how rough they would be and the competition to try and impress the girl 😳🥵

Author’s message: Hey, babe! I’m sorry it took so long and I guess it ended up a little different from your request, but I still hope you like it. If you don’t, let me know and I’ll write something new especially for you. Foxy kisses 😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: Juho invites his frustrated single best friend to join a sex session with you.

As the boys were all busy with their drama schedules, Juho invited you to spend a night with him at the dorms, so you could have some time just to yourselves. You ate together and watched a romcom before heading to his bedroom to listen to the new songs he was working on before sleeping. 

One of the beats were a bit sexy and slow and Juho confessed he produced it thinking of the way your body moves against his when you make love. The soft mood ended here, as you ran your fingers through his dark locks and pulled him closer to you, kissing him hungrily. 

You roughly made out in the middle of his bed, your clothes quickly being taken away from your bodies as your mouths moved in a violent pace and your hips got closer, grinding sexualy against each other.

Juho lips detached from yours and traced a wet trail down your skin, reaching for every sweet spot on your body. You breathed heavily at the way he was taking you, going lower and lower over your breasts and stomach, until find his way to your wet folds, licking a long strip up your throbbing pussy. 

His hot mouth attached to your clit as his hand teased your entrance, slowly pumping two fingers in and out of you. You were desperately moaning his name already, pleasurable curses filling the dorm as you had left the door opened, the sound of your squelching pussy mixing with your own noises. 

Both of you were so lost in that moment that of you heard the beep of the door and a stressed Rowoon entering the dorm. You barely had the mind to realize that he followed your moans and watched the forbidden scene of you being hungrily devouring by your boyfriend from the doorframe. 

“You can at least close the door, you know?”, Rowoon commented with a dark look on his face. 

Juho suddenly stopped his suckings and fingers onto you and turned to his friend with shocked eyes, not knowing what to say or do. You covered your burning face with your hands, desperately wanting to disappear. 

“I swear to God… I came home after an exhausting day hoping that I can just plop on my bed and sleep for hours, and what I find? A eager couple fucking with the door open!”, Rowoon said, visibly annoyed by the two of you. “Thank you for remind me that I don’t have a girl to fuck in my room now, Baek Juho”, he scoffed, barely glancing at the tent growing in his pants now. 

“Oh!”, Juho exclaimed, considering something in his mind before looking down at you. “Y/N, I think we owe apologies to our friend”, he took away your hands from your face.

“Sorry, Rowoonie”, you shyly apologized, not being able to look at him. 

“Do it properly, babe. Look at him and say the words”, Juho said, slightly grasping your chin and turning your head to look at Rowoon. 

Your eyes landed on his hard dick pressed under his pants and you immediately shut them, mumbling a low “oh my gosh”. 

“You know what, Y/N? It’s been a while since I wanna try something new with you and I think this is the perfect timing”, your boyfriend pointed with a lustful tone. “The three of us… Let’s do it”.

“Wh-what?”, you nervously stuttered.

“Think this way, honey. You can have two dicks instead of one, you can take a look at paradise. What do you think?”, Juho suggested, staring needy at you as you felt wetter with every sentence he had spoken, slowly nodding. 

“Are you up, right, Seokwoo?”, he asked his friend that was still observing you in the room. “As you don’t have a girlfriend to fuck, I’ll let you fuck my baby tonight. You okay with it?”

Rowoon stared down at you, that was finally looking at him, feeling aroused by the idea of being taken by two big men in one night. He realized you were not shy anymore and that you were willing to take all of him, his dick twitching inside his trousers, begging to have attention. 

He didn’t answer anything, just took his shirt off and unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down his long legs on a swift motion, his full hard dick springing free and red. Your mouth watered at the stunning view before you, teeth biting your bottom lips as you struggled to not squeeze your legs together. 

Juho moved out between your open legs and kneeled beside you as Rowoon stopped at the edge of the bed, sinfully looking down at your exposed body. You locked your eyes with his, encouraging him to touch you. Rowoon glanced at his friend, who quickly nodded as one of his hands wrapped around his shaft to keep it hard. 

You felt the large hands of your guest shyly running over your stomach at first, barely getting closer to your breasts. When you shivered under his touch and a small moan fell from your lips, he got the courage to cup your breasts on his hands to slowly massage them, his digits teasing your hard nipples, his eyes attentively watching your face expressions. 

“Touch her pussy”, Juho groaned beside you, his fist working hard on himself. 

Rowoon didn't waste any more time, his long fingers touched your throbbing clit, feeling the wetness dripping from your aching pussy. You left a loud moan fell from your lips as your hands grabbed the sheets under you desperately. 

"Do you like that?", Rowoon asked, touching you roughly. 

"Fuck, yes!", you whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

"Do you wanna know how good my dick can make you feel too?", he teased, rubbing his swollen tip against your folds. 

"Please", you loudly moaned, already feeling so high due to his dirty touches. "Fuck me". 

Your friend glanced at Juho, who was getting lost in pleasure as he desperately jerked off. Their eyes met for a second and both of them smirked, knowing exactly what they wanted to do with you. 

"Ass up, babygirl", Juho groaned to you, guiding your face to the level of his desperate dick, watching his best friend adjusting his position behind you. "Are you ready for us, Y/N?". 

"Yes'', you whimpered, wiggling your butt before Rowoon while gazing up to meet Juho's eyes. "Just fuck me". 

"Of course", was the last thing you heard your boyfriend say before pushing himself into your parted lips, his tip almost reaching your throat. At the same time, you felt Rowoon penetrating you, his thick girth stretching your wet tight walls until being buried-deep inside you. 

They kept still for a while, just filling you, the three of you pulsing. Juho's hands roamed through your hair and neck, Rowoon's traveled up and down your back. 

Your boyfriend was the first one to move, bucking his hips against your face, setting a steady pace in and out your mouth. Right after, your guest started to thrust into your hole, deep and hard, holding you close by your hips.

Both men were going rough with you. Juho mercilessly fucked your face as Rowoon did the same with your pussy, the sound of their balls slamming against your sweaty skin mixed with your desperate choked cries. 

Your tears joined the drool that escaped from the corners of your abused mouth. Behind you, the violence of Rowoon’s thrusts was getting you sore already and you clenched helplessly around him, making the tall man groan as he slapped your butt cheeks. 

“Your mouth feels so good around me, babe”, Juho suddenly moaned before you, his movements getting sloppy as he was near his orgasm. “Will you swallow all my cum, babygirl?”, he asked, tilting your head up to look at him. 

You blinked in response, feeling his dick twitching before pouring his hot load down your throat. You made sure to swallow all of him, gasping for air when he finally pulled out and collapsed on bed, trying to catch his breath as well. 

While your man took some rest, your friend kept his merciless work on you, your now free screams filling the whole room. Now, his fingers harshly rubbed your clit as he set an unforgiving pace into you, pushing you over the edge when your orgasm hit you like a truck. Rowoon quickly pulled out and cum all over your back and butt, thick white lines painted your soaring skin. 

He moved to the side and plopped on the bed by your side, your face buried into the mattress as you were too exhausted to move a single muscle.

“How was that?”, Juho broke the silence when all your breaths normalized. 

“Wow”, that was all Rowoon could say, making your boyfriend chuckle. “Thank you for this”.

“Baby, are you okay?”, Juho asked you, carefully turning your tiny body around, a weak chuckle falling from your sore throat as you were still unable to open your eyes. 

“It feels so good”, you simply murmured, knowing that the two men grinned at your comment.

You slowly opened your eyes and smiled at the beautiful guys before you. 

“It proves that two is better than one, I guess”, you teased and the three of you burst into laughter. “It was great, boys. But, now, let me sleep”. 

“Wait. We need to clean you up first, lazy girl”, your boyfriend said, trying to pull you out of the bed with him. 

“I can’t move now”, you mumbled, half awake, half asleep.

“Okay, I’ll get a wet cloth and clean you myself”, Juho insisted. 

“No, let me do this. I made the mess, I clean it”, Rowoon left the bedroom and came back seconds later with a wet cloth and a glass of water for you. 

You drank the water and let him clean you up, quickly dozing off on your boyfriend’s chest. You could barely make out Rowoon pecking your hand and thanking you one more time and Juho slowly kissing your temple as he caged you in his arms to sleep. You barely realized the small smile on your face when you were already sleeping, feeling amazed by what just happened tonight. 

#kpop writings #sf9 writings #sf9 imagines #sf9 scenarios #sf9 smut #sf9 zuho #sf9 rowoon #anon request

[swinging-from-my-cable]

Ok, so post Dune thoughts:

If we had the funds I would have loved to have seen it in a theater. Might go see it in a theater at a later date.

I need an extended edition. So many of my favorite little bits got left out.

Gratuitous Gurney Halleck quotes. I'm loving it. (Not enough Gurney the bard, though.)

The fact that the main theme has an underlying, perfectly even staccato drum beat? Hans Zimmer I could kiss you for that. You're brilliant.

Also, clearly Zimmer was doing spice while writing the score. So much of it perfectly fits the moments. That weird (pun intended) chant in all the Bene Geserit (I know i misspelled that,, sorry) scenes? Brilliant.

This movie moves fast. If you're not already familiar, don't look away.

Stilgar is perfect

Oscar Issac with a beard looks uncomfortably like my father and I hate it.

Duncan. Fucking. Idaho. (I haven't made it past Messiah. Dont @ me.)

The Voice. Even more than I imagined.

The moments when dialogue was taken word-by-word from the book.

Paul's premonition developing slowly instead of (virtually) all at once in the tent was kinda a let down.

I remember when everyone was really worried (or rejoicing) about Liet being cast as a woman, but it neither added or detracted from the character.

I know some people said it was too "actiony" but it really wasn't. It had just enough action to match the book.

That dinner party scene got eliminated. Not sure if I love it or hate it.

Still not enough time for Mapes.

All the little bits of Atriedes nonverbal battle language getting good airtime.

I'm sure there are more thoughts but we drank wine during the movie so I'm a little tipsy and my thoughts are a little scattered.

#dune #dune spoilers

[mizunetzu]

can you do iwa chan with a male lover and how they’re always roughhousing and the one time reader gets hurt, iwachan gets so guilty 🥺

Ahhhh-sorry for not doing the Sakusa request (I can post the draft if you’d like) , I don’t know his character very well because I’ve watched and rewatched the 3 seasons multiple times and I’ve only seen s4 once !!

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Iwaizumi x reader - broken pride

⚠️ warnings - ME MISSPELLING “IWAIZUMI” THE WHOLE FUCKING FIC AHAHAH I FORGOT THE “I” mentions of breaking a bone..?

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Iwa-Chan, (n/n)-Chan, you’re gonna break the floorboards!”

Ignoring Oikawas pleads, Iwazumi shoved at (y/n) to receive a ball hurling at the both of them. (Y/n) kicked at Iwazumis shins and dived for the ball. His body slammed against the floor as the ball struck into his outstretched arm, flying back to the direction it came from. (Y/n) let out a guttural laugh, raising his middle finger up to the mad, but smiling, Iwazumi above him.

“Take that, stupid Iwazumi! Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!”

Iwazumi extended a hand to (y/n) bringing him up to a hug and patting his back, after pulling him up. Iwazumi and (y/n) were, surprisingly, best friends.

“Jeez (y/n)-that’s gotta bruise,” Iwazumi chuckled, breaking the hug to examine his side. (Y/n) swatted at his hands, chuckling aswell and stretching.

“Ah-who cares? It’s just a bruise, it’s not like I won’t be able to play anymore.” (Y/n) rubbed his neck, down casting his eyes a bit. “Cause I’m gonna be the one to bring you all to nationals.”

“Yeah, if you left I’d kill you.”

(Y/n) gasped, feigning a hand up to his forehead. “Iwazumi! How rude! Plotting to murder a poor, innocent libero!” (Y/n) turned his head away dramatically. Iwazumi let out another hearty laugh and punched (y/n) in the shoulder.

“Jeez iwa-Chan, (n/n)-Chan, we have the spring inter high coming up, don’t break eachother!”

The two sent a glare and a smirk over to Oikawa, who just stuck out his tongue and went to set to someone else.

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“Alright! We’re gonna play a little match, so form two teams for me!” Coach Irihata boomed from the side of the court, making several players stop and scramble to pick up the volleyballs they’ve been using for individual practice. Players sifted left and right, teaming up with people they got along better with. (Y/n) caught sight of his best bro Iwa-chan, and jabbed him in the ass.

“OI!” Iwazumi let out a yelp and covered his abused cheeks whilst turning to face the libero. (Y/n) smirked at Iwazumi.

“Oi.”

“Jesus...so which team do you wanna joi-“

“Actually, why don’t we play against eachother?”

Iwazumi blinked. Darn. He kind of wanted to play on (y/n’s) si-

“So I can beat your ass to the ground with a volleyball.” (Y/n) balled up his fist and dug it into Iwazumis shoulder blade.

Oh, it’s on bitch.

“We’ll see, (y/n). Your going down, idiot.” Iwazumi smiled irritably and clutched the arm balled into his shoulder. The two walked away to the opposite sides of the court, Iwazumi joining Oikawas side while (y/n) joined the other. They each held a competitive glare, staring eachother down from opposite sides of the net.

Coach Irihara sounded the startup whistle, looking at each of the players. Iwazumi would be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling strangely hyper and competitive right now. He watched the ball fly over his head, eagerly waiting for the ball to return to his side.

The ball once again flew over his head, this time in his direction. He made eye contact with oikawa, and all too fast, he giddily jumped up and slammed the ball as hard as he can, in (y/n’s) direction.

Damn, he thought. That spike could rival that stupid number 10 at karasuno.

The ball zipped over in (y/n’s) direction, giving him little to no time to react. (Y/n) made the mistake of crouching down, hand outstretched against his kneecap, and bracing for impact. The ball plowed straight into his wrist, the remanence of Iwazumi’s powerful spike curving, and hitting his arm where it hung off his knee.

A loud cracking noise, followed by a piercing scream echoed across the gym. Each and every player fell silent, only gawking at the boy writhing in pain on the floor, clutching a mishapen wrist in his free hand while the ball tumbled away from him pitifully.

His wrist would’ve stood a chance if his knee wasn’t in the way, if the ball would’ve landed flatly against his arm, but given the power of the spike and so little reaction time, (y/n) was actually pretty lucky to even touch the ball in the first place.

It was like propping a frail wooden stick up against a rock, only to snap nimbly in half by stomping on it.

Iwazumi’s traumatic expression only deepened when he finally caught sight of (y/n’s) swelled up, deformed hand being swarmed by concerned teammates and a coach who was rubbing his back soothingly. His legs were rooted to the wooden floorboards, as he stared guiltily at his doing.

Iwazumi staggered slowly towards the body laying on the wooden floorboards, until he was ushered away by Kindaichi and Oikawa.

“He needs to get to a hospital, coach is calling his mom. Its best if you don’t...” Oikawa patting Iwazumi on the shoulder, contrasting his usual upbeat stupid attitude.

It wasn’t his fault, right?

It’s not, right...?

Right?

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The rest of the day flew by for everyone.

(Y/n’s) mother came and drove him to the hospital, where he got his wrist fixed. Since he needs time to heal, he wasn’t permitted to playing volleyball for a few months, or even applying any extreme pressure on it at all.

Meaning, he couldn’t participate in the spring inter high games.

(Y/n) seemed like he was in a daze most of the time, like he wasn’t really present when the teacher called his name, or when Iwazumi asked to hangout. A shell of the former glory he held in his broken wrist. (Y/n), for once in all 16 years of his life, was silent. And all that silence and guilt was eating Iwazumi alive.

(Y/n) was the most excited for the inter high games more than anyone. It made sense that he’d be at least a tad bit creastfallen, but it was even making the whole team depressed.

Another school day ended in seconds. Everyone packed up their stuff, conversing with their friends or just shuffling out of the classroom. (Y/n) numbly stood up, tentatively shoving books and papers into his bag with his good hand. Iwazumi watched him pitifully drag himself through the doors of the classroom.

Enough was enough, the wing spiker decided. He was tired of seeing him act so depressed. Or maybe that’s just what he told himself, to convince him, and the ugly guilt bubbling up inside the pit in his stomach, that it wasn’t his fault.

Because it wasn’t...

Iwazumi gently placed a hand on the liberos shoulder, more gentle than he’d been with (y/n) than they usually would greet eachother. It felt like ages than they last talked. It felt refreshing in a way.

“Hey.” No answer.

“Do you...do you want to come watch practice today...?” More silence.

(Y/n) stared at Iwazumi with cold, dead, unmotivated eyes. He bore a icy-hot gaze into Iwazumis face, while he tried so desperately to avoid his pitiful expression. The remaining sparks of the old (y/n) died in his cold eyes, while (y/n) shrugged his shoulder out from under Iwazumis hand. Wordlessly, he walked away, leaving the ace in the dust.

That hurt more than any other bruise or accidental cut they’ve ever given eachother, more than a cuss word thrown half heartedly at the other. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself bolting down the hallways, knocking past people, and sprinting to (y/n’s) house with no clear goal in front of him. He knocked on (y/n’s) house door. About 5 knocks later, a woman opened the door and greeted Iwazumi with a smile.

“Oh! Hello, Iwazumi! Is (y/n) with you?”

“Actually I-I was wondering if he was home-I need to talk to him.” And say what? Think these things though, Hajime. Damn. Iwazumi bit his lip.

(Y/n’s) mother cocked her head to the side. “No...he hasn’t come home yet. You can wait in his room for him if you’d like-“

“Thank you, Mrs (L/n)!” The boy flew past her, racing up the stairs. He stopped to a jog and eventually to a calm walk as he pushed open (y/n’s) door.

The room was always messy, but this just takes the cake. Papers and food wrappers littered the ground, the closet door hung open as clothes topped out of it, mixing itself into the mess called the ground, and his bed looked like a lazy excuse of a few sheets and pillows.

Iwazumi gulped. He normally would’ve laughed, or berated his friend for not cleaning his room, but he just felt a sense of guilt hit him like a spike to the wri-

The least he could do was clean up a bit. If (y/n) yelled at him for intruding, that was fine by him. It would just add on to the trouble he’d face for skipping practice today aswell.

Iwazumi picked up a trash bin and started swooping up pieces of trash.

It’s a process, Iwazumi. Do it for him.

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“I’m home, mom.”

(Y/n) kicked off his shoes as carefully shook off his bag. (Y/n) caught sight of his mom in the kitchen, smiling and making her way towards the boy. She kissed him on the forehead, making him gag, and patted him on the head.

“How’s your wrist doing, dear?”

“It’s fine. It wasn’t hurting today.”

She clasped her hands together. “Oh that’s right! Your friend Iwazumi stopped by, I let him in-he’s in your room I believe.”

(Y/n’s) eyes widened. “Mom! Why would you do tha-“

“Honey, you need to talk to someone! I’m tired of seeing you so quiet and still! Where’s the rowdy volleyball player I know and love?”

They looked at eachother with a silent exchange. (Y/n) sighed and pressed his lips into a fine line. “One hour.”

“One hours all I need, dear.”

(Y/n) reluctantly trudged up the stairs, picking at the cast encasing his arm. The moment he swung his bedroom door open, he walked straight into the sight of a clean room, while Iwazumi folded his blanket. He whipped his head towards the door and dropped the blanket.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

No other words were spoken. You could hear a pin drop.

“...if your gonna say something, say it now, please.”

Iwazumi shifted his gaze away, uncomfortably. He never really had to deal with any other feeling than “fuck you, I spike harder” or “Get your ass over here, Oikawa”

(Y/n) quietly took a seat on his bed, not breaking contact with the person beside him.

“You’re...really bad at feelings aren’t you?”

“S-shut up! Shithead!” Iwazumi fumed, before covering his mouth. “I’m...im sorry I just-“

“God, I missed that. Makes me feel less ‘crippled’, yknow?” (Y/n) ran a finger across his dirty white cast. “Everyone was treating me like I was about to break, like-I’m sick of it! Insult me! Fuck me up! I’ll fuck you up too! Just because I broke my wrist doesn’t mean I’m some princess who needs saving, dude.”

Iwazumi met (y/n’s) eyes. For the first time in weeks, he saw the boy smiling, the same competitive, hardass glare he knew and loved. Seeing that calmed down his senses a bit.

“Jeez, if you had just told me that I would’ve broken your other wrist as well, fuckass”

“Hey hey, your supposed to be nice to me I’m hurting,” (y/n) chuckled, the sensation foreign on his lips.

The warm feeling of familiarity flooded the room as the two talked and joked around. It was the same, old (y/n) Iwazumi has known, but somehow it felt,..different. Like he was seeing his friend in a new light for the first time. Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen that smile he loved so much in was felt like centuries, or maybe it was something else.

Iwazumis eyes widened ever so slightly. “Ah-I should probably say...sorry...(y/n)..” Iwazumi said, finally addressing the elephant in the room. (Y/n) stopped laughing, and cocked his head to the side.

“What for...?”

“I’m the reason you can’t play anymore. Everyone knows not to aim for the libero, yet i did because I was stupid and I wanted to-“

“It’s fine, Hajime.” The boy looked at his friend. They almost never used first names unless it was something serious. He set his bandaged up wrist onto Iwazumi’s shoulder ever-so gently. “I don’t blame you. Even though you are pretty stupid. Even if I won’t be playing...ill still have fun cheering you on at the spring inter high games, I guess.”

The weird feeling from before resurfaced itself in the wing spiker. His heart began pumping faster and faster and he started to sweat a little. This feeling made him nervous, but in a good way? He didn’t know himself.

“...Iwazumi?” He didn’t realize he was staring at him before he started waving his cast in front of his face. Immediately he flushed up and took a step back.

“Are you...flustered? Oh my god were you thinking about boobs or something? Ahaha!” (Y/n) began teasing the boy infront of him, but it all went in one ear and out the other. Iwazumi couldn’t help but look at (y/n) with a certain fondness he’d never felt before.

Slowly, but surely, he would ascertain his feelings about the boy, but for now, he was content with being beside his best friend for just a little while longer.

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Very Tiny Tag list:

@kenmas-consoles

#iwazumi x reader #iwa chan #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu boys #haikyuu aoba johsai #iwazumi x male reader #haikyuu fic #anime

[binch-i-might-be]

alright alright I'll give you my FULL review of your fic :))))

1. oh wow oh wow okay jon is nervous, oh no sweet boy calm down you absolute transgender, also "he was actually COPETENT" hell yeah george roast the fuck out of your cishetero soldiers

2. george you scared him why would you do that. he.... he fell off his bed.... no

"quite the opposite actually" BESTIE JUST SAY YOU'RE GAY FOR HIM

3. oh god he's breaking down oh god no george you should have fucking KNOCKED (even though it's a tent) you're damn right you should be sorry damn

"just jon is fine" HELLO??????? KISS ALREADY????

ray w h y

also you could have just left the fic off at here and be done with it

4. he fell off the bed... again

oh thank GOD he's wearing a corset

"the whole day had just been riding" oH???

daffodils.... "jon must have brought them in".... HAHA GEORGE IS TOO BI FOR THIS

5. oh no.... t h u n d e r s t o r m....... "starburst eyes" isn't that a candy.....

damn what cologne is jon using can i have some

tumblr worthy grammar, george

he... he thinks jon's smile is pretty. SIR YOU ARE GAY

6. PRETEND.... THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN PROUD OF HIM.... RAY HELLO? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? HELLO? I DIDN'T NEED MY HEART ANYWAYS RIGHT

damn he's crying into his shoulder HTEY'RE SO GAY

no no no fuck his brother kill that man

7. raystie.

8. oh no! it seems that i am gay for this man, whatever shall I do. blame it on the fever, of course, for that is the most sensible solution my good george

9. oh my god I somehow didn't notice this the first time I read it oh my god they had a fight before he died oh my god he wasn't talking to him jesus fucking christ why do you do this to people

10. aaaaaaaaaand there he goes

in conclusion: 10/10, amazing writing but homosexual

aw HELL yeah bring it!!!

1. he's a nervous boy :)))

"you absolute transgender" so true bestie.

2. why would you scare him off his bed, George..... that's so rude

JON SAID "YEAH I WANNA KISS YOU WHAT OF IT"

ICONIC

3. George my dude learn to KNOCK the boy is crying!!!!

you misspelled "ray yes" :)

lmao true tho, George trying to to cling to his illusion of straightness was basically it

4. hell yeah he's wearing a corset hehe

not the sexy kind of riding unfortunately :/

HE IS LMAO

5. not the thunderstorm,,,,, damn now we have no other choice than to cuddle ig :/

idk man I don't know candy lol

it's called "walking around outside and putting flowers in your hair" :)

that bitch really is gay and yet,,,, he does not notice

6. :)))))

fellas,,, is it gay to hold another man as he cried in a field of flowers??

FUCK Samuel Clark, all my homies HATE Samuel Clark

7. n o  h o m o  t h o

8. hmm it seems I have caught The Gay. surely it will pass!

9. jonstie.... you didn't notice the fall-out?? you didn't notice the part where George shattered Jon’s gay little heart??? j o n s t i e

10. gone he is :|

thanks bestie!!!! very homosexual :)

#hehehe very nice very good #i like this :)) #ask #jon my jonstie #spoilers #i guess? #for the fic? anyway

[lord-taika]

Hero(S.P x Reader)

“Hello 👋 I wanted to request a Sweet pea and Reader imagine based of episode 5 that just aired where nick almost forces himself onto Reader but is saved by Veronica and Cheryl and then Sweet pea finds out and confronts nick.

Warnings : attempted rape, drugs, swearing

Sorry for any misspellings or grammar errors i didn’t revise it.

As always: like, comment, reblog, and leave any comments or concerns -Y. 

Keep your head up, walk like you normally would. Fuck! C’mon Y/N, you got this. I said to myself as I made my way inside the ridiculously large tent, being occupied by Lodge Industries and all of their associates, including future shareholders and some news reporters. “You definitely weren't meant for wearing heels” I heard the unmistakable voice of Riverdales residential ‘it’ girl, Cheryl Blossom. “Gee, what gave you that idea?” I asked rolling my eyes at her. “It’s like riding a bike. once you get the hang of it there’s no turning back.” Cheryl said looping her arm around mine and leading me farther into the tent.  “I’d take wearing my converse over this any day,” I said chuckling before being interrupted by Veronica. “I’m glad you guys made it.” “Only here to see what your family plans on doing to the south side,” I said crossing my arms over chest. “You know that I don’t support your relationship with that thug, but I promise you my dad won’t do anything to hurt his neighborhood if anything we’re trying to make it better,” she said trying to convince me. “I guess we’ll see when the time comes, now if you excuse me I’m going to go bury these shoes. “ I not so jokingly said as I made my way to an unoccupied table deciding that this was probably where I was going to stay the entire night.

 It was only mere moments later that I noticed someone standing across from me. “Well you don’t look like you’re having much fun.” the young guy in the navy blue tux said. “What gave you that idea?” I sarcastically replied before noticing that I probably sounded like a bitch. “Sorry, Hi. I’m Y/N.” I said extending my hand so he could shake it, but the boy had other plans as he placed a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. “Nick St.clair. Nice to meet the prettiest women in this town.” “Oh so you’re Ronnie’s old flame,” I said ignoring his comment. “No, sadly Veronica and I only remained friends during our time together. Can I get you something to drink?” The boy, Nick, asked looking for one of the many waiters caring a tray of champagne.  Taking the glass from Nick I chugged it. “sorry it's been a rough week” I said causing him to smile, “no worries here, ill get you another.” and so he did. “-Now please help me welcoming my beautiful daughter, along with Josie and the Pussycats,” Hiram said as the girls started singing sounding almost like angles. “ Can I have this dance?” Nick asked nodding he pulled me closer to him.  “Are you okay?” Nick asked as I almost lost my balance after he twirled me. “y-yeah I'm fine. I just need some air.” I said trying to get the room to stop spinning. “Here. I 'll come with you.” He said as he helped me walk out of the tent. “where are we going?” I asked as it seemed that we’ve been walking for ten minutes. “we’re getting air.” He said as my vision became blurred. “I walked maybe ten more steps before I blacked out.

 “ Y/N. Y/N wake up” I heard someone say as they began to shake me. “What-what happened? Where am I?” I asked looking around noticing that I was in someone's bed. Nick on the ground while Veronica and the pussycats kicked him. “Did- please tell me he didn’t?” I said tears spilling from my eyes as it all clicked together. “He didn’t. We came in time” Cheryl Said as she hugged me while I continued to sob. “Do you want to call sheriff Keller?” Josie asked sitting next to me. “ Please get me out of here,” I said wanting to be somewhere safe as soon as possible. “Archie’s downstairs we can take you to his place and call Sheriff Keller to get your statement. Is that okay?” Veronica asked looking at me as if I was going to break at any second, Nodding we made our way downstairs, Reggie and Archie coming up to us. “Is he still there? I swear I'll kill him.”  both of the boys said. “Right now can we just get her back to your place?” Veronica said leading me towards Reggie’s car considering he was the only one that knew how to drive. “I’m going to go get my car but I'll meet you guys there,” Josie said as she and her group left.   “Do you need anything?” Arch asked me while he placed a blanket around me, finally getting me to stop crying. “I know that you don’t like him but could you please call him?” I asked looking at his face fall before sighing. “Y/n. That guy's trouble” “Please. I know you don’t want him anywhere around you but I really need him right now.” I said looking at the ginger before he grabbed my phone and started looking through my contacts. “Hello. No its Archie, Look something happened to Y/N tonight and she said she needs you. Yeah, we’re at my house. you remember where that is. Bye.” Archie’s one-sided phone call was heard throughout the house before he hung up. “I’ll call Kevin and tell him to bring his dad,” V said. 

After a few minutes, the sound of multiple motorcycles was heard coming down the relatively quiet street. Before sweet pea could start banging on the door Archie went to open it.  “What happened?” Pea asked rushing over to me followed by Fangs. “Nick St. Clair. “ I said still hugging my knees to my chest. “Baby, I’m going to need you tell me what happened,” he said getting down so that we were at eye level. “I was at the lodge event, sitting down when Nick came up to me and we started talking, then he offered to get me a drink so I took it, and then while Josie was performing I felt the room start spinning so I told him I was going to get some air but he said he’d come with me and after a while I noticed that the walk was taking forever so I asked where we were going to which he replied that we were going to get air. and that’s all I remembered before I blacked out. When I woke up I was In his room.” I said, a fresh batch of tears streaming down my face. “Did he-” “No, The girls got there just in time,” I said as he pulled me closer kissing the top of my head. “Look after her. Fangs lets go visit this guy” Pea said as he stood up to walk. “Please don’t let him do anything stupid,” I said to fangs, only receiving a shrug in return. “I’m coming with.” Archie and Reg said following the serpents out the door.

 After telling Sheriff Keller what happened, and writing down my statement, he offered to take me home, but I asked him to drop me off at sweet peas trailer. using my spare key I let myself inside, shortly after I heard sweet pea turn his motorcycle before coming inside. “You’ve been here long?” He asked making his way to the kitchen. I shook my head as I followed him. “What happened?” I asked noticing his bruised knuckles covered in blood, most likely not his. “He won’t be bothering you or anyone else for a while.” was all he said as he started cleaning his wounds. “Thank you,” I said coming up to him and hugging his tall yet lanky body, the smell of musk and cigarettes coming from his body giving a strange sense of comfort.  “You know I’d do anything to keep you safe.” He said as he tightened the hug, and we stayed there for what seemed like hours but neither of us caring, only being happy to have each other in our arms.

A:N: I’m so sorry that this sucked. God I really tried to make this semi decent since a lot of you have been waiting for this. 

#i really tried #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale imagines #jordan connor #archie andrews #veronica lodge #cheryl blossom #reggie mantle #fangs fogarty #josie mccoy #nick st. clair

[emmaswanchoosesyou]

CSBB: Part of the Narrative (11/17)

Emma Swan just wants to write the follow-up to her bestselling debut novel, that’s all. But when she gets off to a rough start with her new editor, Killian Jones, she knows it’s not going according to plan. Then, an unexpected figure from Emma’s past reappears and life begins to mirror the crime thriller she’s penning. Suspicion and secrets abound–but love might too. A writer/editor AU with a thriller twist.

Rated E. Includes sexual content, kidnapping, some gore, mild violence, and minor character death–not to mention salty language! On Ao3 here.

Chapter warnings: Confrontations, one main character striking another, corporate espionage.

THINGS ARE HAPPENING, FRIENDS. So thank you so much to all of you who have been reading and commenting and waiting for things to get here, and to all of you who helped me get here. Thank you to all the wonderful ladies at @captainswanbigbang for all you’ve done to make this possible, and all the support you’ve given. Sophie @shady-swan-jones made the delightful banner and another photoset that I adore. Kayla @bleebug did some incredible art for the first and sixth chapters, which you can check out here and here. And all the love and thanks to Kris @sambethe for beta-ing this and making it a ton better. Like seriously, she’s the best.

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Chapter 11

Emma goes to Killian, and he has to deal with the fall-out of her discovering his subterfuge. That's not the only thing that goes pear-shaped in his life as things heat up at Mills & Booth.

Killian

Killian hadn't precisely slept well the night before, but it hadn't been the worst night's sleep. He and Emma had argued, but he was willing to chalk it up to strong personalities and the adjustment period that tended to happen early in relationships.

He'd been restless all day as a result, and trying not to sit beside his phone and wait for a text or call from her. He was convinced, though, that she'd call as soon as he walked away from the infernal thing.

But morning had come and gone, as had the afternoon. It was early in the evening by the time he finally accepted he'd have to do something to feed his growling stomach, and that he and Emma likely wouldn't be making up just yet.

Maybe she just needed a little more time to cool off.

Killian had always run hot and his anger turned to grudges, but it didn't seem like Emma was the type to hold onto grievances. Especially, the petty part of him insisted, when he was right and that she was behaving a little irrationally and blowing things out of proportion. He shushed that small voice, looking in his cupboards for something he could throw together for dinner.

He found the necessary items for his favorite recipe of pasta primavera, knowing the act of preparing a meal would provide some solace and a much-needed distraction. He wanted to pour himself a generous snifter of rum, but he was still holding onto hope that Emma might call and they could put their disagreement behind them. Then there could be pasta, kisses, and maybe even shagging.

He had just pulled the pasta off the range and was grating Parmesan when a knock came at the door. His heart leapt when he saw Emma through the peephole. Killian opened the door, trying to temper the wide smile on his face.

"Swan, I'm so glad to see you. Come on i--"

She cut him off abruptly with a stinging slap to his cheek.

Well, that answered the question of whether she was willing to put their tiff behind them.

"Love, stop," he said, grabbing her wrist and halting another strike. "What happened? I'm sorry we disagreed, but it's hardly a reason to turn violent."

He was flummoxed by this sudden turn from her coldness the night before. The ice had clearly melted off, leaving behind a molten rage that was clear in her eyes and the way she was very nearly shaking.

Emma twisted her wrist from his grasp, and he dropped his hold on her and stepped back. She walked inside and he took the opportunity to close the door, not wanting his neighbors to use their fight as the evening's entertainment.

Standing a good five feet away from him, Emma finally broke her stony silence. "You were spying on me? What the hell, Killian? For August? What the actual fuck?"

The color draining from Killian’s face and his stomach dropped to his feet. No, more like below his feet. If it were possible, his stomach felt as though it had dropped through the earth's many layers and into hell.

He certainly wasn't hungry anymore.

"I--wha--how did you find out?" he asked, realizing there was no reason to continue to lie, that it wouldn't help him at all anymore. Not that it ever would have, he knew.

"That's really what you want to know? How I found out?" She was glowing, nay, vibrating with rage. She was still achingly, heartbreakingly beautiful, with her eyes flashing and her expression fierce. He wanted to hold her, to pull her close and bring her comfort, but when he reached out to touch her shoulder, she pushed his hand away. Not with the force with which she'd slapped him earlier, but it certainly wasn't gentle.

He sighed. "I suppose that's not what matters now. I am sorry, though, I want you to know. I quit, I told August before our first date that I wouldn't continue to spy on you."

He watched as she stepped back and crossed her arms. "Just...why? Why would you do that? Betray my trust like that?" Her voice broke, and so did his heart with it.

"I...it was selfish, and wrong. I was trying to get away from a bad situation in London, and August offered me an out in exchange for my work and information on you. I didn't ask why, and he never volunteered a reason."

Her eyes welled with tears, and he fought away some of his own. She didn't speak, so he continued. "I stopped early on. I--I didn't count on you, Emma, when I agreed. You should know that. You swept through my life. You captivated me, mind, soul, and heart. I wouldn't--I can't begin to convey how sorry I am, but I also promise that I'd never hurt you or betray you again."

"Too late," she said, her voice rough, harsh. "I--I can't trust you anymore. You lied to me, and that--that's it for me."

“What are you saying, love?” His voice was more frantic than he was proud of, and he cringed at the sound of it.

“You don't get to call me that anymore. We--we’re done, Killian.”

“Emma, please--” He pleaded with her and moved toward her, stopping just short of reaching for her.

“No. Don't...just stop. We still have to work together, so I'll be professional. But I don't want you to talk to me about anything outside of work,” she said, her shoulders slumped. She sounded resigned, defeated.

And he felt utterly deflated.

Killian didn't reply to her soft “goodbye” as she walked out of his flat, out of his life.

&&&

He sobered himself up enough to attend work that week, but he moved about in a fog for a full five days after Emma broke up with him. Each night, he drowned his sorrows in rum, trying to numb the pain that his cock-ups, and her resulting departure, had caused. He got one brief email from her with a couple notes about an upcoming chapter, but he couldn’t even bring himself to respond.

Finally, on Thursday, Robin called him. He sounded tentative as he asked, “Hey mate, your text sounded a bit off. Want to grab a pint?”

Killian didn’t remember texting Robin, but he quickly scrolled through his recent texts. He winced, seeing the numerous errors and misspellings. “Yeah, I could go for a pint. Rough week, you know.”

“Aye. Cornwall’s?”

“I can swing that.”

“There aren’t usually too many tourists on Thursdays, so we should be fine,” Robin said.

Killian managed a small smile and joked, “You don’t think we count?”

Robin laughed and Killian continued, “I’ll see you there at eight or so, if that gives you time to find a sitter for Roland.”

“It’s not an issue--I’ve a friend who looks after him while I work, and he was already planning on taking him for the night.”

“I’m not messing with plans or anything, am I?” asked Killian.

Robin laughed. “No, I originally had a date, but I cancelled. She made some comment about puppies that seemed rather...off. So, for the record, you’re a rather large project that came up at work.”

Later that evening as they slowly drank their pints of ale, Killian found himself amused in spite of his continued glumness. Robin was animatedly recounting the story of one of his arrests from last week and the hijinks that had ensued as he and his partner had tried to track him down. The evening was almost enough to make him forget the ache in his chest, the hole left by Emma.

Eventually, though, Robin grew serious. “Now, if you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, but...are you all right?”

Killian stared down into the amber liquid in his glass, swirling it around. “Well enough, I suppose, for having just been chucked by the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

“This is your writer lass? The famous one?” he asked, sitting up and listening intently.

“Aye,” Killian said, nodding. “She’s the first woman since Milah who I really connected with, and I fucked it up.”

“Oh, how so?”

Killian hesitated a moment, realizing his friend was in fact law enforcement. Then he realized how much he needed to get it off his chest, how much he needed to tell someone. Somehow, over the last couple months, Emma had become so much more than a love interest--she’d become his closest friend, the person he chatted with about everything. And now he didn’t have that, couldn’t tell her about the weird ship in a bottle he saw or listen to her laugh about what one of the regulars at Granny’s Diner had done.

So he warned Robin that some of his behavior might not have been strictly legal. When he reassured him that as long as no one was being physically hurt it would stay between them, Killian told him the whole sordid tale, from the first time August contacted him to the alcohol-fueled stupor of the previous few days.

“Shit,” said Robin when Killian had finished. “That’s…”

“A disaster?”

“To put it mildly.”

Killian sighed.

As soon as he ordered them another pint (the final one, Robin insisted), he said, “Well, if you need a listening ear or any such rot, I’m here. D’you think there’s a chance Emma could give you another shot?”

“Doubtful, mate.”

&&&

On Monday morning he strolled into the office miraculously free of a hangover. Since his chat with Robin, he’d worked on cutting back on his drinking. Not eliminating it entirely, but he made a marked improvement over the previous week’s constant queasiness and malaise.

He settled into the chair behind his desk, intent on picking up on the work he'd slacked on last week. God, but he'd been a wreck. Today, he promised himself, he would accomplish things. Maybe even get to Emma's chapter, if he could work up the nerve.

He had opened his email and was looking over some of the other projects that had crossed his desk when he heard a knock at the door. He yelled out, "Come on in!"

Killian was surprised to see Ariel, and a rather frantic-looking Ariel at that. Her eyes were wide as she stumbled into the room, arms flailing. He didn't know the lass terribly well, but she seemed like the calm and cheerful sort. He had yet to see her looking harried, or entering his office. Today appeared to be the exception.

"Uh, Killian? I mean, Mr. Jones?"

"Killian is fine, Ariel," he said, frowning at her obvious discomfort and worry. "What seems to be the problem?"

She bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth. "Well, I just got a letter from the, uh, Immigration Services  about your work visa. It says they found that a bunch of things are out of compliance and that, uh, you need to stop working for wages immediately, return what you've earned, and that they'll be launching an investigation. And maybe deporting , you," she finished with a squeak.

Shit fucking damn.

This was...beyond bad. This was catastrophic. He had to admit, he hadn't paid much attention to the particulars of his visa, had let August--

August.

August had to be the one responsible for this. He had initially arranged the visa and Killian's immigration, had sped it along with his contact. And he had been the one disappointed when Killian stopped providing him information about Emma.

Well, it clearly hadn't taken him too long to undo the permissions he'd obtained for Killian. (God, had it even been on the up-and-up to begin with?)

He was reeling, nearly hyperventilating when he sucked in a long breath. Realizing he hadn't actually replied to Ariel, he tried to find the words. Coming up blank, dropped his head into his hands and groaned.

He felt a light pat on his shoulder and glanced up to find Ariel attempting to provide him with the awkward solace she felt capable of. He also caught sight of a glass of water, which he downed in one gulp. "Thank you, Ariel."

"Are...are you going to be okay?"

He shrugged and sighed. "I don't know, do I? But I should leave today, shouldn't I? I don't want to endanger anything or cause problems for anyone."

She twisted her hands together, clearly concerned. "Well, I'd talk to Cleo. She handles a lot of HR stuff and has some contacts of her own, so that might be the best route."

"Erm, I'm not sure she's all that fond of me," he replied.

"I don't think that will matter to her if she feels like you're a worthy cause," Ariel said, nodding and exiting his office.

Well, then.

&&&

Fuck, he was nervous. He wasn't sure what it was about Cleo, but something put him on the defensive and reminded him of the nuns at the Catholic school he'd attended as a wee lad, strict and disapproving of whatever she thought he was up to. (Truthfully, though, he hadn't been all that mischievous as a boy, not unless it involved Liam or one of the other boys insulting someone in his family.)

But here he stood, next to Cleo's open office door, hoping she wouldn't notice him dithering about in the hallway deciding whether or not to go in.

"Mr. Jones? Why are you still standing outside? Come in here and close the door," he heard in Cleo's authoritative, strong voice.

Ah well, no such luck then. He followed her bidding, entering the room quickly and closing the door behind him before sitting in the chair across from her.

How different this was from their first interview--he couldn't summon any of his trademark charm (smarm, an internal voice sounding suspiciously like Emma’s said) to hide behind. He didn't have the promise of so much as a flirtation with Emma to look forward to. Instead, all he had was an official-looking document telling him to stop working and threatening him with deportation. He had to say, the trade-off was not ideal.

"Well?" she said, an eyebrow raised rather imperiously.

Wordlessly, he handed her the letter Ariel had given him. He watched an array of emotions dance across her face as she read it--surprise, shock, dismay, something that looked a little like guilt, and finally, determination.

"Shit, Jones," she said.

He nodded in agreement. "I couldn't sum it up better myself."

"So...why bring this to me?" She tossed the letter onto her desk between them and crossed her arms as she stared at him expectantly.

"Ariel brought me this rather ghastly piece of communication and stopped me before I left. She said you're occasionally good at handling tricky situations like this," he said.

"You're looking for a quick fix, then?"

He shook his head. "As lovely as that would be, I'd be happy with an explanation and maybe a couple of possibilities about what I can do now."

Grudging respect was how he'd later describe the look on her face. She looked at him for nearly a full minute, seeming to weighing and considering him. He didn't look away from her. Finally, her face cleared and she nodded, apparently satisfied with whatever she'd found in their stare-down. "Honestly,” she said, “I'm not entirely sure what has happened to bring this about, but do you mind telling me a little about your perception of the situation?"

Killian gave her his rundown of the previous months, from August contacting him to how quickly he'd gotten leave to come over to Boston. He briefly mentioned that they'd had a falling-out, and that while it was not exactly personal, it wasn't entirely professional either.

Cleo listened impassively. "I know a lawyer who works in immigration, and she could probably help you get a stay on this, if that's what you want. It's not a permanent fix, but that'll probably take a while. We should also talk to Regina, she will want to know what’s happened and there might be something she can do to help. In the meantime, where are you in your projects?"

He offered her a grateful smile, feeling the tension in his shoulders dissipate some. "Well, my largest project is obviously editing Emma's new book. She's made some excellent progress, but we may have also had a row. And a complete end to our...more personal communication, actually."

That furtive, guilty look appeared again on Cleo’s face. "I might have heard something about that. I'll see what we can do, if you all decide you want to continue to work together professionally. We could probably get you a tourist visa and make you a contractor..."

He nodded at her, willing to follow any of her suggestions. She might intimidate the hell out of him, but there was something trustworthy and knowledgeable about her. "Whatever you think will work. And Cleo?"

"Hmm?" She was lost in thought, typing notes out quickly.

He smiled, a tiny shred of hope blooming in his chest. "Thank you."

&&&

He'd gone home at the end of his meeting with Cleo, called Robin, and started looking into his options for an attorney. Robin had been at work, but he'd offered his support, even if he couldn't do much. "Don't worry, mate, I won't arrest you...and fine, I'll see what I can do in terms of helping you out."

It was a couple more days before he received a summons from Regina. She wanted to meet with him along with August and Cleo. Cleo had texted him after he received the calendar request, told him he really had no way of proving August's involvement without making his life much more difficult, so they’d have to find another approach.

And he knew she had a point. So he went in for the meeting, on his guard and having absolutely zero clue about what to expect.

You could have knocked him over with a feather when he entered Regina's office to find her at her desk, with Cleo and August sitting together with Emma. Regina waved him in and Killian joined them on the couch.

"Er, hello," he said with a brief nod.

Regina rolled her eyes. "This isn't Alcoholic's Anonymous, Mr. Jones. Now that we're all here, we can discuss how to proceed with this immigration dilemma you've found yourself in."

A retort was hot on the tip of his tongue, but he bit it back, especially when he saw the smug look on August's face and the cautionary one on Cleo's. Emma looked blank, uninterested. Her presence both bolstered him up and was like a vise squeezing his heart. She was so close, but she'd never seemed farther away.

He simply nodded again. "Well, shall we begin, then?"

A business-like façade fell over Regina's face again.  "Indeed. So, thanks to Cleo, it looks like we were able to get a stay of proceedings that would lead to your deportation while officials look over your documents and figure out if everything has been done properly," she said, nodding at Cleo.

Killian was extremely gratified to see the smirk fall off August's face. Emma looked up, clearly surprised.

Cleo just gave one single nod. "Yep. There's been a stay of that, and we got you a tourist visa. So, officially you're just here visiting, and we were able to get that to start from the date of issuance, fortunately, instead of it being retroactive. So we have about six months to figure this out."

"...but things do tend to move slowly when in comes to customs and immigration," Regina interjected, "so I'd like to get started today."

"First, I think we should really take a look at why Killian is here, and what he brings to the table," August said. "It might be easier to help you find a job back in the UK and just go with an American editor, or at least someone whose papers are in order."

"No!" Everyone turned, surprised to find Emma was the one to respond so vehemently.

Killian was honestly just surprised Emma had spoken at all, let alone in defense of him.

He tried very hard not to read into it.

Emma clenched her jaw and stared down everyone but him, her gaze lingering on August. "No. Killian isn't replaceable. He's been a great editor, and his help and input have been invaluable. Changing editors at this juncture would have a very negative effect on the quality of my book, which I think we can all agree would be a bad thing."

"Are you sure you're not allowing your personal attachments to cloud your judgment, Miss Swan?" asked Regina.

"I am," she said levelly, "given that we've ended our personal association."

Surprise shone in Regina's eyes, and then respect. "Very well. So we can all agree that Mr. Jones is important for this novel--"

"--but we need to figure out whether his work on other projects is up to par. Otherwise, why bother with anything other than telecommuting?"

Killian could swear he saw every woman in the room roll their eyes.

"Thank you for your interruption, Mr. Booth, and we'll take your input into account. I am rather curious as to why you suddenly seem so keen on shipping Mr. Jones back to London, when you're the one who advocated for bringing him on," said Regina with a sardonic lift of an eyebrow.

August had the decency to looked a little embarrassed, but he recovered quickly. "I'm just trying to do what's best for Mills & Booth, and that includes maintaining a team that can work smoothly together. Is that really happening?"

"Yes," Emma said fiercely, lying through the skin of her teeth.

Killian shot her a grateful look, which she acknowledged with a slight dip of her head. "Now that we've all established that we're professional adults, can we get on with some of the practicalities of the issue?" he asked.

Cleo snorted. "Agreed," she said.

Regina's mouth twisted into a smile. "That does seem to be the most efficient use of our time."

If August was bothered by this turn of events, he didn't show it. In fact, he looked beyond pleased, especially when the door to Regina's office burst open.

Even Regina looked shocked to see Cora Mills striding through the door, Ariel trailing behind her muttering her objections to the intrusion.

Cora Mills. She was a legend within the publishing world, having married the heir of a small publishing house and turning it into the juggernaut that was Royal Hearts publishing. It was primarily known for romance novels, but its forays into literary fiction were well-respected. She couldn't seem to step a foot wrong when it came to books, and most authors would kill for a chance to meet her.

She was also Regina's mother.

Killian wasn't entirely sure when the schism between the Mills women had happened, but it was common knowledge within the publishing world that they didn't get along. Regina had started her own competing publishing house, after all.

There was a long, tense silence before Cora finally spoke. "Hello, Regina. Your office is lovely, even if this is quite the collection of...professionals in it. Between the one in trouble with Immigration, the glorified beat cop, and the felon, I'm actually impressed Mills & Booth hasn't imploded already."

Emma moved quickly, but Killian was able to stop her before she took a swing at Cora Mills.

"I'd expect nothing less from an orphan of unknown parentage with a rap sheet," Cora sneered, brushing at her clothes where Emma had come close to grazing her.

At that point, Cleo had to hold back both him and Emma.

Regina stood and made her way over to the center of the room, her face grim and mouth in a line. "Mother, what do you want? Or did you just come here to insult me and mine?"

"No, I came here with a proposition."

"Ah," Regina said, giving nothing away.

"Regina--and August--you both know very well I have plenty of contacts that could help fix Mr. Jones' little tiff with the authorities. And I'd gladly help promote Miss Swan's novel, if that's something you think is a worthy cause," she said.

Regina's mouth tightened. "But what do get out of it? I've never known you to do a damn thing for free."

Cora's eyes gleamed. "I don't want anything but time with you, Regina. I've loathed being so cut off from my only child."

She snorted. "How sentimental of you, and it might be more believable if I hadn't just seen a plan Mr. Booth drew up granting you shares in Mills & Booth."

There was an audible gasp that came from either Emma or himself, he wasn't sure.

Cora's face twisted briefly before melting into a look of motherly concern. "That's just because I know how much an investment could help, and I'd get to see so much more of you."

Uncertainty crossed her face, but Regina crossed her arms. "Get out," she said. "And if you would kindly refrain from insulting my colleagues or bullying my assistant while you're on your way out, I'd appreciate it."

Cora schooled her features and nodded imperiously. "Very well. But just know your mother is here for you whenever you need me," she said.

She swept out, and silence reigned.

Finally, Regina cleared her throat. "Well, if that's done, can we just agree that we'll work on figuring out Mr. Jones' visa situation, while hiring him as a contractor to work exclusively on Miss Swan's project for now?"

Cleo, Emma, and Killian all nodded, none of them missing the distrustful glare Regina directed at August.

#cs ff #csbb #captain swan #cs au #cs mc ff #part of the narrative #amber writes #things are happening #dun dun dun

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Gone Rogue - an Everlark ficlet

There was a great post last week, about making shitty pots. Challenge accepted ;)

This came out of a completely irreverent discussion with my fellow smutketeers @burkygirl and @peetabreadgirl, and is rated M for coarse language, sexual situations and terrible puns. Reader discretion is advised.

Gone Rogue

“This is pretty slummy, even for here,” Katniss breathed, looking up and down the deserted street. Desolation and neglect were evident in every abandoned storefront, every crumbling façade. But the marquee over the cinema, Sala de cine, had most of its bulbs illuminated.

Peeta nodded, distracted, as he triple checked his phone. He was sure this was the place, trip advisor listed it as the only English movie theatre in the province. “I can’t imagine it’s very popular,” he said, staring at the empty display boards where movie posters should have been, but where only pieces of torn paper remained, faded to unreadability by the relentless sun. “I haven’t heard a single word of English since we stepped off the bus.”

“I hope it’s air conditioned,” she grumbled, and he sighed.

It had seemed like such a good idea when they planned it. Take a semester off college, spend three months in the southern hemisphere with his best friend, rebuilding earthquake-ravaged schools and community buildings. Good karma and bonding, away from the bitterly cold Panem winter. Away from his family and hers, away from school and the day to day drudgery of his parents’ bakery and her job at the diner. Away from Gale-fucking-Hawthorne, the stupidly tall and buff asshat who had his eye on Katniss.

But four weeks in, Katniss was obviously miserable. She hated the oppressive heat and was endlessly frustrated with their inability to understand the language. Peeta suspected she was homesick too, though she never mentioned that. Even in front of her closest friend, she tried to hide her feelings behind an almost impenetrable wall. Selfishly, that was the main reason Peeta had agreed to this service trip when she suggested it. He’d hoped that being out here, away from the real world, she’d let down her defences.

Let him in.

Because as much as he loved being her best friend, he also loved her, and wanted so much more. And he wanted to tell her that, to show her that, while they were together in this new place, where maybe she’d be able to look at him with new eyes.

But he needed to lift her mood first, if there was any chance of her being receptive to his words.

So he suggested an excursion to find a movie theatre where they could watch the new Star Wars movie in English. Katniss was a huge Star Wars fan, and he knew she’d been steadfastly avoiding social media since the movie’s release, trying to avoid spoilers.

She’d jumped at the chance, the first time he’d seen her smile in days.

Peeta reached for the handle of the heavy wooden door, pulling it open and peeking inside. It was dim - everything in this country was dim - and while not airconditioned at least substantially cooler than outside. He stepped back to allow Katniss entry; she wrinkled her nose as she stepped through the door. “Smells funny in here.”

“It smells funny everywhere,” he grumbled. He was generally a patient guy, but Katniss had been whining practically since the moment they boarded the bus to the city. “Do you want to just leave?”

“No,” she said, her tone softer. She grabbed his hand, squeezing gently, and Peeta relaxed.

The lobby did smell funny, musty and old, and there was no concession stand, but they made their way to the ticket booth. The man inside eyed them both suspiciously, but Peeta managed between rudimentary Spanish and a lot of pointing to buy two tickets.

Peeta wasn’t surprised to find the actual theatre completely deserted, though he was pretty sure that the ticket seller said the show was starting in ten minutes. He and Katniss made their way to the middle of the second-to-last row, which she always said was the best place to see all of the action, and settled in the threadbare but reasonably comfortable seats.

They chatted while they waited for the movie to start, and she seemed much calmer than she had all morning, happier. Peeta told jokes, teased her. It was comfortable. It was good.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the house lights went down and the screen flickered to life. Once his eyes adjusted and Peeta could see the title shot for the movie he frowned. It didn’t look quite right. Katniss clearly noticed it too; she snorted as she pointed to it. “It’s misspelled,” she giggled.

Peeta squinted. It was indeed misspelled. Rouge One. “Must be a bootleg,” he laughed. “That’s better than subtitles anyway.” A huge explosion filled the screen, drawing their attention, before fading to the inky blackness of space dotted with stars. She grabbed his hand, and he grinned.

But as the music started playing - that’s definitely not John Williams, he thought - it became obvious this movie wasn’t the one they were expecting. A ship that almost passed for a star destroyer came on screen, and then the scene cut to two women with their hair in side buns, a la Princess Leia, but definitely not dressed in rebel alliance uniforms. In fact, they were dressed in practically nothing at all, strips of flowing fabric and thigh-high boots that were not at all suitable for space travel. When a tall stormtrooper whipped out his rouge one, Peeta sucked in a horrified breath.

He sat frozen for what seemed like hours as his mind tried to understand what the hell was going on.

“Holy shit, look at his lightsabre,” Katniss murmured beside him, and he tore his eyes away from the screen - where a ripped Jedi was using the force to direct a scantily clad alien’s head as she blew him aggressively - to look at his best friend.

His shy, pure best friend, who he had apparently dragged into a porno theatre.

Her eyes were wide as saucers.

He finally snapped out of his stupor. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he gasped, dread knotting his gut. She was going to be so fucking pissed at him. “Let’s go,” he said.

“Yeah,” Katniss murmured, but she didn’t make any motion to leave. Her eyes remained locked on the screen, absolutely unblinking. As he watched, her tongue poked out to wet the lush lower lip he’d spent years dreaming about. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaved in the reflected glow of the screen, and her nipples were erect, sharp against her thin tank top.

Katniss was aroused.

His best friend, and the girl who’d starred in every damned one of his fantasies, was sitting beside him in a fucking porno theatre and getting hot and bothered.

He wondered if she was wet.

Nothing happening on screen was as big a turn on as watching Katniss squirm. Her hand still clutched his; through it, he could feel the way she was shifting in her seat.

He was going to blow his load in his pants. “Katniss,” he whispered, pained.

She turned to face him, her quicksilver eyes locking onto his, pupils blown wide. Her pink tongue snaked out again, slid sinuously along her lips. Under a soundtrack of guttural grunts and over-the-top moans she whispered, the barest puff of air over his lips. “Kiss me, Peeta.”

Some small, rational part of his brain offered a weak protest. It was a bad idea. It wasn't real. But maybe he’d dreamed of it long enough for it to become real?  Real enough anyway, reasoned the part of his brain that was connected to his throbbing cock. It strained against his shorts and the girl of his dreams was leaning in, lust in her eyes and a plea on her lips.

So he kissed her.

It wasn’t how he’d imagined their first kiss would be. It wasn’t gentle or tentative, it wasn’t a soft mutual exploration. It was hard, frantic. It was wet and sloppy, her tongue thrusting greedily into his mouth, taking.

It was perfection.

She groaned around his tongue, hands tangling in his hair, tugging hard - but the pain only made everything so much fucking better. Peeta growled, pulling her closer, cursing the armrest between their chairs. Her breasts pressed against his chest, pebbled but softer than he imagined. And when she shifted side to side just enough to drag those hard little nipples across his chest, the blood pounding in his temples chased decorum to the wind.

He pulled back, but not enough to separate their lips. Only just enough to snake his hand between them, sliding down into the neck of her camisole. She was braless; when his fingertips brushed against her nipple she shuddered. He cupped her breast in his large hand. It was small, but firm, the skin soft, silken. He plucked and played, rolling and teasing her taut peak while she writhed. She begged against his lips, words tumbling between kisses. More. Please. Peeta.

His name in her voice, husky and hot, was nearly his undoing. He shoved the strap of her tank top down, freeing one perfect peak, sweat-misted olive skin glistening in the faint light of the screen. Her dusky nipple stood at attention, begging for his mouth. She was breathtaking.

Wrapping his lips around her was a wet dream come true, and he knew the noises she made would be the soundtrack to his every fucking future fantasy. Her hands clawed; his hair, his shoulders, his back, grappling for purchase. Further inflaming him. And when he bit the rigid peak she buried her face in his hair, moaning more loudly than the actors onscreen.

He trailed kisses up her neck, laving the salt from her skin, listening to her breathing hitch. “Katniss,” he whispered against her ear. “I - I want to get you off. Can I?” It was a risky request he knew, but she only swallowed hard and nodded.

Peeta undid the little snap on her jean shorts one-handed, reaching in to cup her over her soaked panties, and he nearly bit through his tongue at the sensation. She lifted her hips, rocking against his hand, her head dropping back.

He shifted, slipping his hand under the fabric. Thick fingers parted her folds, sliding in all of the wetness. His groan was louder than hers.

She pressed her face against his neck, panting, hot puffs of air and whispered praise as he worked her, thumb circling her clit while two large fingers plunged and curled. High pitched whines filled the air, competing with the noises on the screen, and even though anyone could have walked in, she seemed unable to quell the sounds of her pleasure.

Peeta kissed her, claiming her lips, swallowing her moans. She rode his hand, awkward though the space was, kissing him until she couldn’t, kissing him until her lips went slack and she pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him.

She gasped his name breathlessly as she shattered, slick walls pulsing, pulling his fingers deeper. And he couldn’t tear his gaze from her face, her gorgeous face - always beautiful but more radiant than the sun as she came down from her climax. Her eyes were so soft with affection, her hand tender on his cheek, stroking the sweaty skin delicately.

Katniss leaned in to kiss him as he withdrew his fingers, and the gentle press of her lips to his was enough to make him almost forget about his aching dick. She laid soft little kisses all over his face, loving him, and he held her close. It was almost perfect.

Except that they were in a porn theatre.

The rebellion was still raging on screen, the hero in danger of being seduced by the dark side - which was apparently a euphemism for anal. Peeta carefully repositioned her tank top and Katniss laughed and fastened her shorts before grabbing his hand to tow him out of the theatre.

They practically ran out into the street, into the wall of heat, the relentless sun stabbing their eyes. Both squinted and staggered, the breathless fantasy of the theatre melting away in the face of bright sunshine and heat.

They made their way back to the bus stop slowly, almost reluctantly. She still held his hand, but there was a tension in her body. And though he was normally so silver-tongued, he found himself wordless. He wanted to ask her if what had happened between them was going to change anything, everything, but he couldn’t. She was flushed and looking everywhere but at him. Peeta’s heart sank as each step took him away from the most incredible experience of his life, and back towards reality, towards that place where he and Katniss were just friends.

By the time they were sitting side by side on the bright orange bus that apparently had no shocks, Peeta was close to despondent, and Katniss was again scowling. The tension got the best of him. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Her entire body stiffened; he knew she would be running away if she wasn’t sitting next to the window, caged in by his larger body. “Sorry?” she asked, steel eyes glinting dangerously. “You’re sorry?”

He swallowed hard. She was more upset than he’d hoped. Not that he could blame her. He’d taken advantage of her. “I shouldn’t have-” he started, but she cut him off.

“You regret that? W-what we did?” Her voice shook a little and it gutted him.

“No! I mean, yes, sort of. A little. But…” Peeta trailed off, then banged his head against the seat in front of them, groaning loudly. An electrically-charged silence hung between them. He broke it first. “Katniss,” he said softly, turning his head to look at her. She was staring straight ahead, silhouetted by the bus window, expression tight and tense. So incredibly beautiful, fierce, proud. Fiery. But he knew her, having breached her walls at least a little he could see through the angry mask, to the hurt beneath.

He couldn't keep lying, not to her. Not to himself. Couldn't keep pretending it didn't destroy him when she dated other men. Couldn't keep wondering if there was any chance there could be more between them. “Katniss,” he tried again, more firmly. Her chin trembled. “You have to know by now, how I feel about you.” She shook her head slightly, side to side. It could have meant no, it could have meant she didn't understand. It could have meant she knew but didn't want to accept it. He tried to push that third possibility out of his mind.

“I have wanted to kiss you for as long as I can remember,” Peeta murmured. He heard her suck in a sharp breath, but she remained steadfastly facing forward. “I’ve wanted to touch you like that forever.”

“Then why are you sorry?” Her question surprised him, the lack of anger in her tone gave him hope. She was still facing forward, but her silver eyes flicked to his.

“Because you deserve so much better than a copped feel in a porn theatre,” he said, regret evident in his voice.

Katniss turned to fully face him. They stared at each other, as if perched on the precipice of the unknown.

“Why do you think I asked you to come with me?” she said softly. “I though maybe here, away from home and everyone, maybe you’d see me as more than just your buddy. Maybe you’d see me as a woman.”

“I have always seen you as a woman, Katniss,” he groaned, one hand reaching up to cup the back of her neck. “I have fantasized about you so many times.” The slow smile that spread across her face spurred him on. “But it's more than that, Katniss. I-” He swallowed hard. “I'm so in love with you.”

“Me too,” she whispered. Then she kissed him.

This was the kiss he'd always imagined, sweet and sensual. Unhurried. A confession. “Finally,” she murmured when she pulled away, and he laughed. Her fingers stroked the scruff on his jaw, ruffled his curls. His arms pulled her closer. Then they were kissing again.

She laughed against his lips when the bouncing of the bus bashed their noses together. But they were undeterred, making the most of their vehicular captivity. Stolen kisses, breathless whispered revelations. Relieved laughter and promises. A new hope filled his heart.

And when they finally reached the village where they were staying, far, far away, Katniss again took his hand and led him at light speed to the dormitories.

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Snippets from Turkey

Because of the irregular offseason Cyprus ferry schedule, the first day in Turkey I had to ride 160km to meet Freddy the next morning. It was hilly and slow with a headwind. Midday though I got lucky and was invited over by a trucker who wanted to share his lunch with me. I was able to work out that he was headed partway in my direction, so I explained my situation. We hoisted my bike up and I got a lift for about 70km. He was a good guy, put up with my shitty Turkish, but was fairly put off when I tried to get into the cab before taking my shoes off. The next day I went to surprise Freddy at the airport. There was no sign of him there and looking at the clock, I realized my phone was still on Turkish/Cyprus time and I was an hour late. I panicked and looked around for him for a good hour. There was a guy selling pretzels at the exit gate that claimed to see him, but I couldn't understand his response. I had him type something into google translate that was so misspelled, not one word of it got interpreted. Eventually we both found wifi and he was in fact still there at the other side of the airport. He'd gotten two hours of sleep and on his connecting flight and started to nod off while the plane taxied. The Turkish woman sitting adjacent to him apparently had never flown before and jolted him awake in a petrified panic by clasping his arm during takeoff. Freddy sat there wide eyed as she didn't let go for the duration of the flight. Just 8km out from the airport, a cycletourist approached us from behind. Kemal was a 60 something Turkish guy and had biked some 50,000km through 70 countries. It was a splendid and crazy coincidence meeting him then and there as we did not see another for the next 10 days. He was headed to Cappadocia as well, but a different off highway, sometimes off-road route, but Freddy and I didn't hesitate. Kemal had studied and lived in Germany for several years in the 80's and spoke expert German, but very little English. Most of what I understood was trying to follow their German or having Freddy translate. In fact, though I'd been trying to practice Turkish, I was to be learning much more in German in the following days. We went first to a waterfall in Tarsus, a city I'd already ridden past the day before. We visited a beautiful and ancient mosque, got SIM cards, and visited a waterfall. The waterfall was about 1 meter high, by the side of the road, and fairly unimpressive. As we were leaving, someone approached and said something to Kemal. We went around the corner and came upon the actual waterfall- candy blue cascading water and very peaceful atmosphere surrounded by trees. These were all things we would have surely missed had we not ridden with him. And lastly, before leaving the city, we went and had kebab and tea with some of his friends at their electrical substation before leaving town. The first of many gestures of hospitality yet to come across in Turkey. We got some beer for camp in a park that night and Kemal surprised us once again by busting out two plastic water bottles of homemade schnapps. It was mostly odorless, but Kemal warned us: "POWER" he said. We either didn't understand or just chose not to listen because I don't remember a whole lot. Apparently I fell off the bench not once, but three times from laughing so hard. And there's a few videos of us on the roof of the campsite drinking an airplane nip bottle of baileys for our friend Pete that had given them to us over a year ago in Paraguay. I'd been carrying it as my "emergency liquor" over two continents, many mountains, and countries where it would be contraband. There, certainly wasn't an emergency, but it felt fitting and special at the time. "Pete, come visit us in Turkey" Freddy slurred into my phone. "I think we're in Turkey..." In the middle of the night, a big storm rolled through. The spot where we had pitched out tents became quickly flooded by a few centimeters of water. I woke up on top of the picnic bench, underneath the roof. Freddy was more or less floating around on his air mattress inside his tent. That next morning was rough, but we went to check out the two cave systems there. The second of which was immense. It was free to enter as it was offseason, and it was several stories walk down with the most impressive display of stalagmites and stalagmites I'd ever seen. We didn't really get riding until around noon, which was maybe for the best because Freddy and I were in a sorry state. And, perhaps fortunately, Kemal had a heavy bike and 25 years on us. He also stopped at many opportunities to stop people and ask for advice and directions. He was perfectly capable of navigating on his phone, but I'd like to think he just liked connecting with people. It was also nice for us, because it warranted many invitations to sit down for tea. The next few days are kinda hard to differentiate, perhaps from all the homemade schnapps, but mostly because we saw a lot. We visited an old German bridge, went swimming in canyons, visited waterfalls, etc... We camped by an old German military site, we slept inside a prayer room, we camped next to a waterfall, we camped at 1,200m in an old abandoned Turkish military base, we camped on a village's soccer field, we camped next to a nature reserve, and finally, we camped in Cappadocia and woke up to the balloons. All of this bore unique experiences. At the German military base, Kemal picked some local herbs to put in our pasta sauce. "Ist gud fer bumsin!" He claimed. Not something we really needed in rural Turkey though. The kebab guy who let us sleep in the village's prayer room also entertained us in his small roadside restaurant. In Turkey, drinking alcohol can be somewhat taboo. This older, wasted guy asked Freddy if he drinks beer. He got excited upon realizing Freddy, a young, GERMAN foreigner indeed does... He led him over to his beer stashed behind a curtain and proceeded to proudly chug the entire remainder of the beer right in front of him... One day on the road we stopped into a kebab shop to get lunch. There was a guy working there that was as tall as I, but super muscular and strong. Kemal apparently complimented him and said that's impressive for him and it's good that he's not fat from being breastfed until age 8 like him 😂. One of the other guys also genuinely offered to run home to get me a set of his pants as mine were in tatters. At a fuel station we were served chai by a woman there. Kemal told us that she'd referred to (somewhat pale) Freddy as our "yellow-cock-friend." We'd been offered so much damn chai in fact that one day Freddy was starting to be convinced that he had gotten a bladder infection as he'd have to stop to pee every half hour. Most of the time we were mingling with men however. In Rural turkey women tend more to be at home. At one fuel station chai stop we were hanging with some truckers and a guy driving with his dog "Princess." None of them spoke but a word of English, but the fucking dog was named princess! Anyways, princess was a spoiled little bitch and his owner had let it out of hot car in the sun to try and feed her (which she refused) and run around. When he drove off, Freddy pointed out in shock, that he'd had his wife waiting in the passengers seat. Another time on the road, there was a child that picked up a rock from a distance. I told Freddy I'm hypersensitive to this after Ethiopia but jokingly told him he probably just picked it up to throw at his sister or something. We rounded the corner to watch him, in fact, hurl it right at his sister. At the abandoned Turkish military base even the locals in the village nearby that gave us permission told us we were idiots as it was to be well below freezing that night. After we set up camp, even a little girl told Freddy in English that we should go try at her grandmothers because it was cold and she was frightened by wolves nearby. Anyways, we slept inside the derelict base and had our regular routine of pasta and schnapps trinkin. I'm usually religious on washing, but the next morning checked which socks of mine didn't smell. I think the human brain sometimes substitutes other perceptions of reality for things it knows your conscience can't handle. This can be the case with certain traumas. Anyways... They all smelled like pizza. I went outside after sunrise because I had to race like a shit horse and struggled to dig far into the still frozen ground. Back inside, bottle washing my hands inside the dilapidated base's abandoned restroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the cracked mirror. Through the cracks and the cold condensation from my breath I could make out myself. 28, cold, unshaven, and unshowered for over a week. (And not to mention jobless, careless, single, and homeless.) Exasperated by a foggy, early morning state of homemade schnapps, a moment of reckoning and deep introspection was upon me. The morning we woke up in Cappadocia was pretty surreal. We woke up to a sky humming and filled with hot air balloons. I'd drunkenly told Freddy that night before that if there were balloons in our location that I'd save the last beer for the morning and I must say, at 7am, it kicked my ass. I counted out loud the balloons in the sky at that time and reported to Freddy that there were exactly 99. This sounded familiar... And being that 99 Red Balloons is in fact originally a German song, the absurdity was not lost on Freddy. We spent that morning ecstatic and partially drunk while we watched the balloons and made a big breakfast. After awhile I had to use the facilities and squatted in some brush in a valley hidden from view. I'd used the last of my wet wipes as we'd been too focused on buying bootleg schnapps in the small towns rather than things like tp or toothpaste... Anyways, I walked back to camp and found Freddy laughing hysterically while Kemal was talking to him with a look of shame and innocence on his face. Apparently, he'd needed the last of those wet wipes as he'd tried to do the same into a plastic bag in his tent because he was scared of balloons seeing him overhead and experienced what I understood as "handishizer..." Accordingly, that day we booked a hostel near Cappadocia and had our first shower after 10 days. It was well earned. We also used a proper washing machine. In Cappadocia we explored the castle, but found much more joy in exploring the hillside of uninhabited ancient underground cities. They're carved through the rock outcrops and have hosted civilization through many layers of history. After Cappadocia we rode through some more ancient sites and camped in a park outside the city. It had been so cold that day that I was cycling in 4 upper layers and jeans as my other pants had finally let go. That night was even colder. It got well below freezing. We had a fire and shared a tent. The police even came by to check to make sure we were okay. That next morning Kemal had to split off to head off towards the Black Sea coast and we were on course to Ankara and well behind schedule. It was a quick goodbye, but we sure did miss the old, silly bastard and he'd treated us to some amazing times and genuine local experiences. I'd often hear him refer to us as Coçuk, referring to us as his kids. Up next was 3 days of road riding into the capital city of Ankara. The first day was pretty rural and scenic. We were in search of a restaurant and I went to use my Turkish one of the first few times. The guy looked at me asked if we spoke German... In perfect German. This was a very humbling and recurring theme. We did find a place to eat in a village and an overly excitable local upon spotting us, solicited Freddy into his car to drive home for him to help lift and position a metal door. The ride into Ankara was a doozy. We finally made it and spent an afternoon/evening with my friend Pelin, an interesting Turkish gal, whom I'd met in Ecuador. She made some badass fried chicken and we went out for a beer. Since Freddy was running short on time, we opted to hitchhike to Istanbul. We rode over 30km out of this massive city to try and find a ride. Many people were super friendly and enthusiastic but didn't seem to get the idea of hitchhiking, especially with bikes. A guy in a BMW SUV pulled over to talk. He was headed to Istanbul but I indicated the bikes probably wouldn't fit. In Turkish/English he was still enthused and kept showing me pictures of it on Instagram. I added me on Instagram and he repeated how many horsepower it had... 300 horsepower. I checked later and I think he even rescinded following me... Just wanted to stop to show off his nice ride 😂 Now bear in mind that I'd corrected Freddy's spelling to say "Instanbul"... It took an hour before he realized my mistake. Anyways, after another almost 3 hours of this, we very angrily decided we had no other option than to ride 20km back into the city center to take a bus. We arrived to Istanbul at 1am and built the bikes in some cold rain. At least 20km away from any hostel and so set off to try and find a guesthouse. Aside from very expensive hotels, these aren't super easy to come by in Turkey, but I asked at an open kebab shop and we happened to get very lucky. It was about 3am when we crashed. We rode into the tourist district of the city the next day and spent 2 days playing tourist. Istanbul was a crazy cool city with some very profound history and layered cultures. One day, on our bikes, Freddy bought us bananas and we passed some coins back and forth so I could split the small price. A local getting into his motorcycle saw this and handed Freddy a 20 Lira bill. He confusedly thanked him as he was taking off on his motorcycle. A local had just given us money... After exploring the city, we once again took a bus to Sofia in Bulgaristan as it was referred to there. I'm obviously not one for taking buses, but we were short on time, and you could easily spend two days just riding through the sprawling metropolis of over 15 million fricking people. Getting bikes on a bus is often a fiasco. This time they demanded we tear down the bike almost entirely. I did the wheels, panniers, etc... But the seatpost has been galvanically seized into the seat tube since Panama and there's probably no getting it out without an industrial solvent and pry-bar. Now, aside from telling him the equivalent of "not possible," I was having a bit of trouble communicating this to the driver that was yelling at me that the bike would stay in Istanbul if I didn't lower the seat. Eventually I took off the bars and was able to fit it where he'd wanted. We took the bus across the border which was a new one for me on a bus. We were herded through the immigration corrals just as I'd always witnessed others doing. The interesting bit, tho was watching the driver and conductor giving a bunch of "favors" to the immigration officials... Not sure what were in the packages we were transporting below, but the officials got some gifts of what appeared to be coffee, tea, and cups. Sofia was cool. I had a strong suggestion on a hostel as it was the cheapest, not the biggest, and decent reviews. We got in around 2 am and found the hostel door open. Not wanting to wake anyone up and not sure there was anyone working, we peeped into the rooms and found 2 open beds. Around this time, anyways, Alex, the owner woke up and considerately checked us in. We did a walking tour, partied, and saw the sites. The hostel was fucking weird though. Apparently the cheapest hostel in Sofia, Bulgaria attracts some weirdos... It was the strangest collection of people I'd ever encountered. An Asian lady that never stopped talking, a homeless guy that couldn't finish full sentences, some drug addicts, and an American sex tourist to name a few. Freddy and I noted this and he decided it was best he go lock his belongings. They had only been un-watched for about an hour, but the €90 he had at the bottom of his bag was already gone. We searched, questioned, and the management helped. But Freddy and I came to the agreement that there was no getting that money back... Everyone was equally a sketchy suspect. Anyways, we still managed to enjoy Sofia and discovered some illegal underground speakeasies that were plenty fun. Also, you could get 2l of beer at a supermarket for only $2. Suffice to say we enjoyed ourselves. Freddy did indeed make his 3am flight. But not after disappearing for a bit in the early morning only for me to find him passed out on the toilet.

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Hello can I pls request yondu x reader when reader surprise him with a strip tease nsfw

Fucking love it!

Yondu Udonta x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warning: Smut, Strip Tease, Yondu going crazy, Established Relationship

Minors do not interact!

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    Yondu's chest slowly rose, then fell; with his eyes closed, you could hear the soothing sound of his soft breathing. Even with your lower stomach coiling from the dream you woke up from not long ago, it was soothing laying on his chest, taking in his body heat with one of his hands resting on your hip, while the other was gently placed on your arm that was warped around his stomach. Biting your lip at the idea of fulfilling your dream, slowly, you move, straddling his hips with his clothed cock aligned perfectly under you. He stirred in his sleep, feeling something warm pressing against him. You giggled as his beautiful lashes fluttered open. His hand quickly met your hips, squeezing as hard as he would when he fucked you senseless. "Good morning, love," your voice was hoarse, but he didn't mind because all he could think about was you pressing against his hardened cock.

He whispered something you couldn't understand while he shifted his hips, only to cause him to moan out and give a soft gasp before leaving you. "Doll," his voice sounded sexily rasped. God did it make you hot and bothered. His hands traveled up your shirt, pulling it up. "Not yet, Yon." You breathed in, the room filling with Yondu’s heavy breaths. You held yourself up and off of his throbbing cock, which was now met with the cold air of the room; his whine almost sent you over the edge, wanting to forget the dream and fuck him. But the dream was too strong in your mind to give up. You pin his wrists to the headboard before moving your hands to the last button on the bottom of your light blue satin night shirt. Slowly, you unbutton your shirt, allowing him to see your soft, bare skin, which he adored. A groan rumbled from him as his eyes stared intently at the teased opening, making him go crazy. "Enjoy yourself?" He nodded eagerly, not caring to look into your eyes as he was on edge, waiting for your shirt to be off of your body, so he could worship you. One button after the other, his whines got more desperate and loud; you had never seen him this controlled or needy. You softly pressed yourself back down on the tent pitched by his twitching cock. Finally, you reached the last button, and undoing it earned a low growl from him. Moving the shirt down and off your shoulders, posing with your now naked shoulders, making Yondu more aroused just by the sight of them. His hips started to shift more, letting him release the built-up tension against you. Moans erupt from both of you as pleasure builds.You slowly pull the shirt off of your arms and onto the floor, with Yondu’s eyes never taking themselves off of your body. His hands returned to your hips, squeezing them once more before his hips thrust hungrily against you. Finally, you moved back in between his legs, giving him a clear view of you painfully slowly pulling off your underwear. His hand moved to palm his clothed cock, which was higher than the mountains on Terra. His breath hitched at the beautiful sight he had been dying to see all morning. Pulling his throbbing cock from its prison and seeing it all in its blue glory made you shiver with arousal. "Please, doll." That was all you needed to hear before happy taking him in you.

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hi ☺️ could i request a rafael barba fic where the reader turns up at his door one night (they’re in a relationship already and she’s gone round to cheer him up after a bad day) he opens the door and she’s dressed like a school girl and immediately starts role playing that barba is her professor and she’s come round to see if there’s anything she can do to make him give her an A for her class and obviously leads to smut 🥵 thank u!

Rafael Barba x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warning: Smut, Role play, Blowjob

- I wasn't comfortable with the idea of school girl outfit but everything else is fine.

Minors do not interact!

Tightening your grip on your coat, you make your way to Rafael's door. He had called you after court, and hearing his voice, you knew a night at his place was what he needed more than a glass of whiskey.

Knocking, you could hear a sigh before the door opened. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, but pulling the coat back, you watched as he melted in his doorway. "Let me make you feel better." You say he's kissing his cheek. His hands grip you. His breathing is unsteady. He pulls you in.

His lips rough against yours, he pushes you against the closed door, and breaking away, his eyes burn into yours, making you melt. Fuck, you walked all the way here in this." His voice made your head swim, as you knew he wouldn't let you sleep tonight.

Ignoring everything else, your hands run down to palm his growing tent, earning a groan from him: Please, sir, let me make you feel better, promise it'll to be worth an A+." Whispering right into his ear, making him scoff a laugh, He loved your little role-plays; they never disappointed, and letting him have an excuse to be rough.

Letting on with it, he pushed you to your knees and then pulled his hard cock out. Suck," he said, making your stomach swim. Taking him in your mouth, hands holding onto his cock and leg, he fucks your throat. Pushing your head into his cock, he lets out a moan.

Playing with balls, his moans became mixed with whimpers as you took over again. He stopped his hips, you tightened your grip on him, making sure to let him feel your throat. Your tongue plays with his cock as it glides back and forth on it. You look up at him, seeing a mess of a man looking back at you.

"Fuck." He groans, then pulls out of your mouth with a pop, making him spill all over your face, with his other hand having to catch himself on the wall.

Looking up at him with one eye open, he smirks before wiping his cum from the other, letting you see, "I'm not done with you yet. Bed now." He then follows you to the bedroom, already planning to call into work in the morning.

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