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sanakimohara · 3 months

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hi, is it okay if i request something? 💖

thinking hard about roommate! seungmin..

imagine you havent been able to get off in over a month or so and youre so sexually frustrated that you end up impulsively buying a fuck machine online.. your roommate ends up going out to meet with friends so you find it the perfect time to try your newly bought toy out, and as you use it the pent up stress and frustration just spills out and youre so fucking horny you end up orgasming and squirting for what seems like hours, until you finally hear the door click open and you try to reach for the remote to turn it off, only to realize it fell on the floor, and youre lying on top of your bed with legs too weak to even attempt to sit back up. the machine is still fucking in and out of your dripping cunt and when seungmin shouts that hes back but never hears back an answer, he gets worried and walks into your room only to find you desperately begging him to help, to turn off the machine for you, but he cant help the fact that hes slowly getting hard as he watches you get fucked by a pathetic little dildo..

“SURREAL SATISFACTION” K. S. Pt.1

….now this is a mouthwatering request 🖤 lets get to it shall we?…breaking this down into 2 parts btw.

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"Ugh!" You groaned loudly, pulling your hand from between your spread legs and sitting up with a dejected expression on your face as the desire to touch the edge of yourself disintegrated without warning.

Frustration, stress, and despair coiled in the pit of your stomach -erasing the prickle of pleasure you'd been trying to increase for the past week and a half.

There was no luck for you though. It seemed like something went wrong or interrupted every time you touched yourself. The first few times hadn't bothered you much, but now….going nearly two weeks without masturbating was altering your psyche for the worst.

Everyday tasks were becoming annoying to complete, and sleeping through the night turned into restless tossing and turning, but the cherry on top for you was the consistent ache your cunt wouldn't let go of. Being horny 24/7 wasn't news for you, and you'd found that watching porn while your roommate was gone helped quell some of your urges.

However, this wasn't always an excellent solution for two main reasons:

Seungmin could return to your shared apartment anytime -already comfortable with just waltzing into your room whenever he pleased if the door wasn't locked. You knew he'd never judge you for watching erotica since sex was the causal topic for the both of you…but somewhere deep in your soul, the thought of Seungmin seeing you so desperately in need of sex -to the point you'd turned to porn for salvation- made you blush shamefully.

You couldn't even get off to porn anymore. It was nice to watch; it was better for edging yourself, but it was still not enough to finish the job. Yet, despite how numb you were becoming to sexual media, you continued to consume it.

Now, you were stuck in a frivolous circle, edging, giving up on that, and resorting to your laptop's browser history….again.

"Fuck my life…" you mutter angrily, laying flat on your stomach as you slip your laptop from underneath your pillows and open it right up to visit whatever porn website you can find.

You'd already greedily indulged in most forums, raking through each website category to find your favorites and watching a handful of videos before becoming bored or dozing off.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you passed page after page of porn content, feet kicking back and forth gently, and your bottom lips catching between your trashy as you scanned more forums.

One finally caught your eye. "Specifically for Women" was the headline, and you immediately clicked on it with a shadow of hope on your face as it loaded on the screen.

You browsed the site for nearly an hour, thoroughly enjoying the content provided, but still unable to get off to it. You began to consider exiting the forum, seeing how late it was, and deciding that getting some sleep would benefit you. That was your plan before Seungmin stalked into your room without warning. "You have any plans for tomorrow, sweetheart?" He asks you nonchalantly, heading straight for your nightstand to retrieve the charger you'd borrowed from him earlier.

You snapped the laptop shut as he neared the side of the bed, unplugging the cord with one swift hand as he raised a brow at you, waiting to hear an answer to his question. You smile nervously, nodding to whatever he says, "You are busy? I'm just double-checking because I'll be out with some friends all day, but I have a package coming in. I was gonna ask you to sign for it while I’m gone.”

You cut into his explanation, studying his features as he looked you up and down, "Sure, I can sign for it while you're gone, Min. It's no problem…" you offer your help with a tight-lipped smile, subconsciously hugging your laptop closed to your chest. Seungmin laughs softly as he takes notice of your anxious action. "I thought you said you'd be busy-"he pries, and you gulp before rushing out a haphazard excuse.

"W-well, I won't be gone all day, Min. Sorry if you misunderstood what I meant.."

He stared down at you, scanning your obviously flustered state with a smile tugging at his lips. "What were you up to just now, Y/n?" He asks the question casually, holding your gaze for what seems like an eternity until you mumble, "…nothing." Seungmin can feel the guilt oozing off your skin; it's swimming in your eyes, and he wonders why you'd lie to him about something bothering you.

He thought by now -after two years of being roommates- that you'd established a typical exchange of trust. Neither of you acknowledged the steady tension growing up til now, and he preferred it that way, but within moments like this, he wished you'd open up to him like a proper significant other would.

But you weren't his partner, and he decided not to press the issue if you weren't comfortable addressing it.

"Hm…okay. Well, I'll be up pretty late tonight. If you need anything, just shout for me…"!Seungmin circles around your bed again, flashing you one last smile before he leaves your room, and when the distinct 'click' of the door closing hits your ears, you open your laptop up again.

"That was way too close," you mutter to yourself, exhaling heavily to slow the rapid beating of your heart, but the image of Seungmin looming over you -unknowingly feeding your lust-driven psychosis- had your core throbbing all over again.

You couldn't take this much longer, enduring the sight of Seungmin without jumping on him for a bid at sexual relief, and if you thought about how that's playing out for more than ten seconds, you were back to square one of the problem.

So, you tried to fix it with a hasty decision. Buying a sex toy, not just an essential aid for arousal, but a contraption you were confident could get the job done…at least once.

Thankfully, the site you'd been browsing through for the past hour and a half had an expansive selection of products. Finding and purchasing the needed item took you only a short time.

< Your order is complete. Express shipping arrives in 24 hours or less! >

You stared at the message, confused as to why it said you paid for express shipping when you clearly clicked on "standard', but since the mistake was made and over with, you shut your laptop with a tired sigh.

In the living room, Seungmin sauntered over to the plush black cushioned couch, a bottle of alcohol in one hand, his phone occupying the other. He wasn't lying when he told you he'd be up late. The reason why was similar to your own for dodging his question.

Sex.

More specifically, how to get it from you, and with all the intelligence in the world, Seungmin thought his friends could help him achieve this.

He was proved wrong. They all had suggestions he'd previously employed that all ended with little to no results being attained.

"Have you walked around shirtless like Chan Hyung," Jisung piped up at the end of their three-way call, to which Felix laughed and added to the question, "Try shirtless with grey sweats. That'll be more accurate."

Seungmin groaned at their idiocy, grumbling as he sank onto the couch, "I've tried both, but she just avoids me the entire day when I do. And I know it's not because she doesn't like me back. She'll walk around barely clothed the next day, asking me to help with everything, and I know it's her way of getting back at me…"

It was, but you'd never say it aloud for him to hear, and he'd grown too headstrong to admit the effect it had on him.

Felix spoke up, amused by his friend's troubles but still wanting to provide a helping hand. "This might sound weird…maybe even a little off-putting…but let her catch you…ya know..?"

Seungmin sat up straighter, face scrunching as he tried to decipher what he meant, "No, I don't know, Lix…" He heard a nervous chuckle from the blonde, a sharp inhale, and an explanation he'd never imagined Felix, of all people, to give.

"Let her catch you masturbating."

"Felix?!" Jisung shouted in disbelief, voicing the same shock Seungmin couldn't seem to put into words as he mulled over the suggestion. Felix huffed, disregarding Jisung's dramatics to address Seungmin directly. "Listen, it worked for me before. Maybe it'll work for you. Sounds like she feels the same way you do. She just probably needs…a sign from you."

Felix had a point…sort of. Seungmin knew it but wasn't sure jerking off to get your attention was the right way to go.

That was until he heard your muffled moans vibrate through the wall.

He froze, unconsciously licking his lips as he listened to your whimpers of pleasure, not hearing a word Jisung or Felix said for the next minute.

Is she….touching herself right now?

Seungmin hung his head, gripping his phone so hard he thought it would break, and his joggers started to pull tight as his cock hardened. "Seungmin…hey Min, you still there?" Jisung's voice sounded miles away, drowned out by the salacious moans that you failed to stifle in the mess of your covers, but he heard every slutty sound you made.

"I. I gotta go, guys. I'll call you later.." he ended the call without a second thought, barely registering his friend's farewells, closing his eyes as he honed in on your voice. He could hear the thick covers on your bed shifting with your every move, and it wasn't hard for him to imagine how dainty you must've looked, tossing and turning with a hand tucked between your thighs.

Seungmin felt his throat go dry as the image of your legs spread open for him, what your creamy folds would look like when he sank two fingers into you, and how long he could make you cum like that -clenching around his fingers as they fucked you at a practiced rhythm.

His head reeled back against the wall, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he henpecked them and laid one of his hands over the bulge in his pants. You were talking yourself through it now, trying to edge your body closer to a release but unintentionally encouraging Seungmin to touch himself as he listened.

"…fuck, please…just like that…" you whined into the still air of your room, twisting your head against the pillows as your own fingers deviled farther into your walls. You were right at your end, closer to achieving your goal by using the image of Seungmin staring you down as fuel, but the oncoming threat of dissatisfaction crept in quicker than you could pump your fingers. You couldn't reach deep enough and explore the entire expanse of your warm walls as thoroughly as you assumed Seungmin could, which drained your imagination entirely.

You drew your hand away from your cunt with a defeated groan, whining curses as your slick-coated fingers started to dry, and tears pricked the corner of your eyes. This was unfair. The universe had to be playing a sick joke on you to make you crave a man so much that the simple act of pleasuring yourself to the thought of him felt useless.

The devastation had your head spinning, lacking logic, and doused in a pathetic sense of loneliness. "Seungmin.." you mumbled hopelessly, ready to cry as you snuggled into one of the pillows at the head of your bed. Saying his name eased your distraught state, made you remember who he was to you, and brought you back down into the depths of reality. He was your roommate who occasionally flirted with you.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Crushing on him was bad enough; craving his touch was worse, but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it. With a heavy heart and mind, you dozed off into sleep, hugging your pillow tight to substitute Seungmin 's embrace, and tried to forget your shameful night.

Seungmin's eyes shot open when he could no longer hear your sweet cries, his hand just beginning to fist his fully erect shaft, and precum oozed from his aching tip in a steady stream.

Why'd you stop? How could you leave him on the edge like this? Were you trying to agitate him, or was this another ploy to get back at him for something?

He was too frustrated to formulate answers to those questions, hyper-focused on the coil in his torso begging to snap, and unable to resist the urge to finish himself off. He pumped his fist slowly, replaying the last five minutes of your soft moans as a guide, and his own groans began to surface then.

Seungmin didn't bother to shut himself up, considering Felix's earlier suggestion, but put his own twist on it.

You didn't need to catch him.

No, he'd let you hear him as shamelessly as you had. And even at the brink of sleep, you listened, biting your lip as his husky voice trembled through the wall, and the sound of his cock sliding through his wet palm brought a heady blush to your cheeks. He moaned your name with confidence, smirking to himself as his hips bucked involuntarily at the thought of you, "Y/n…Y/n…mmm, fuck.. you're so good baby…so, so good."

The heat rose in your cunt like a raging wildfire as he let your name ring through the apartment.

Did he not care that you were on the other side of the room? Was he that certain you were asleep? Why don't you want him to stop? Why are you listening so intently?…

You gulped, subconsciously wrapping your legs around your pillow to rut against it, following the cadence of Seungmin's moans. His words began to slur together, dissolving into rough grunts as he reached his high, and with a final curse falling from his lips, he came.

You bit into your pillow to mask the excited mewl you let out, hearing him unravel. Visualizing the amount of cum that drenched his hand felt sinful; having to bite the tip of your index finger to keep from rushing out of your room to lick his hand and cock clean felt even worse, but you managed to stay sane…to stay put as he shuffled around in the other room to fix himself up.

Seungmin heard your timid squeals, though, grinning like a madman as he cleaned himself up and took a sip of his alcohol. His plan had gone smoothly, if not perfectly, and if your reaction meant anything…..he was sure it wouldn't be long before you came crawling to him for more.

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Like I said, I’m breaking this down into to two parts. 🖤 We’ll get to the best half soon. ;)

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I support the Seungmin Sir/Master kink agenda and this edit is a contributing factor in my argument. 🖤 credits to creator btw 🖤

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chonkadonk · 2 years

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ahaha i am unemployed again even though i’m pretty sure my boss already put me in as a resignation/told my coworkers i quit :))))))) fuck my life!!!!

#i havent worked in i think almost 2 months fuck if i know it might be even more #he hasnt responded to any of my texts and one of my coworkers asked my dad if i 'found a new job yet'#i never had any indication i was looking for anything else bc by all accounts i didnt NEED to i was happy to work there #but #c'est la vie i guess #lol #time to rb my comms post again i guess

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iishmael · 2 years

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god i just want to start applying for my phd, i dont want to go to work in september im already drrrreading it hahaha

#i shouldve at least started a month later #ill be killing myself writing my phd proposal at the same time as starting a new job #im currently looking at a phd in helsinki #dublin is still my first choice but it IS very expensive and if i dont get the funding #helsinki might be real fucking cool tbh #i also found a nice one in bologna buuuut italy has weird deadlines and i woulnt even be able to apply until next summer? which i wont risk #i want something sorted this winter so i can start nicely next summer/autumn #cant wait to quit the job i havent even started yet lmaooo #ok im gonna stop fucking around and go finish my masters dissertation lol #shut up sam

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saintship · 7 months

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Hii. Saw your requests for Gaz post and of course I have to ask for something!

A neighbour Gaz fic/headcanon. Maybe him having a crush on reader and looking for ways to talk to her (neutral reader is fine too).

I havent seen any neighbour Gaz fics around here.

If not, a coworker Gaz slow burn would be great too!

Thank you 😊

I just read this amazing neighbor fic that might be what you’re looking for, and then I wrote a coworker slow burn here just so you have both concepts to read :)

Hope you like it!

Warnings: Slow build, hurt/comfort, kiss + confession, Graves cameo

Solid Copy - Gaz x Reader

FSS, M4, Fennec..

You leaned down to check each weapon's case, kneeling on the armory's concrete floor. Inventory wasn't the most exciting of the grunt work needed on base, but the repetition was nice. Not many others thought the same, however, always scrambling for a different assignment and leaving you with this one. That is, all except one Sergeant that you'd met your first day on site. Gaz happily paired up with you to stock or organize. You assumed he just needed a break from so many operations he'd been a part of that year, so many unpredictable events after one another. It wasn't often he caught a break.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had the kindness of joining you in a boring task, whether it be inventory, restocking, guard duty, or cafeteria, he always seemed to be there.

If anyone else had chosen to be around you so often, you might have been a little freaked out, but this was different, especially as the months passed and you were more familiar with everyone. A year passed by so quickly you hardly noticed it was that time again; that dead leaves littered the entrance and the wind blew colder every day. The first day there was snow, Gaz had found you on your break standing outside looking at it all. He teased you, but only to get you to turn your back so he could haul a snowball right at the sensitive nape of your neck. He'd ended up losing that battle, though he'd swear up and down for all his days it was a tie.

Two months with no deployments for the task force meant the return of those dull odd jobs. Tonight was cafeteria deep clean, a task out of many that you didn’t consider when you were enlisting. But Gaz was there, as always. You could hear him shuffle around, dropping things and making way too much noise as he cleaned the kitchen. A particularly loud crash caught your attention, your smile dropping to concern. You abandoned your mop, nearly slipping on the wet floor before vaulting the counter and looking around.

“I’m fine..” Gaz’s groan sounded from the back corner; he was pinned under a wooden palette holding an array of heavy steel pans.

“Oh- my god..” You rushed to lift the palette, thanking your weight training for your ability to push it up off Gaz’s leg.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing, it fell!” Gaz got to his feet, gesturing to the culprit.

“That thing is like 40 pounds, it didn’t fall.”

“Okay, maybe I was putting something back on the top shelf, which I can reach,”

“Jesus..” You kneeled to gather the pans that had fallen.

“And when I pulled back..” He trailed off, nodding to the mess with his hands on his hips. You looked up to tell him off again, but saw a large bruise forming below his eye.

“Gaz, your cheek..”

He huffed. “I’m not going red!”

“Will you shut up?” You stepped closer to feel the area, noticing his wince but not noticing the hitch in his breath.

“Are you dizzy?” You were close enough that you could speak quietly.

“No.. but, um, I think I’m hurt here too, you should check..” He directed you vaguely to his jaw, where a tiny bruise was barely visible.

You blinked, still lost at what his deal was, but examined it anyway. “I think we need to amputate.”

“Amputate my head?” A smile crept over his features, and now your breath was catching.

“Let’s just..clean this..”

“It was nice of you to check on me.”

When you looked up from where you crouched in the mess he’d made, he was grinning. You forced down the fluttering in your ribcage.

“Thought you’d gotten really hurt..” You placed a few of the pans back, and Gaz did the same until the floor was clear again.

“You were worried about me?” The teasing in his voice was clear as day; his embarrassment behind him.

“No. Just..whatever.” You slid back over the counter, mopping the rest of the floor without sparing a single glance. No matter how much you were dying to, especially when you felt his eyes burn into your back. You only turned when you felt the aluminum corner of a file poke your shoulder. You put away the cleaning equipment, taking the file from his hand.

“What’s this?”

“Emergency hostage rescue. Alejandro’s guys.”

You scanned the file as quickly as you could, shaking off the light feeling that seemed ridiculous now that you knew of this.

“Just the 141?”

“Backup is on standby, Price thinks the Shadows might show up and try to get the hostages first.”

“What does Graves want with Vaqueros?” You asked, looking up. Gaz only shook his head.

“Nothing nice, I reckon.”

Price leaned into the entryway of the cafeteria, slinging a rifle over his shoulder. “Wheels up in 10!”

“Aye, Captain!” Gaz chirped. You continued studying the file before filing it in your bag, accompanying Gaz to the briefing room. Your weapons and gear hadn’t even been stored since the last mission and you were already strapping all of it back on. The file hadn’t said much; there were at least a dozen Vaqueros being held against their will by a band of Hassan’s leftover soldiers.

“You’d think Hassan wouldn’t be able to give us any more grief with a bullet in his head.” Gaz grumbled as the both of you clambered into the helicopter.

“His men were young when he recruited them.” Price exhaled a breath of smoke, studying the horizon. “He preyed on the ones looking for a purpose. Teenagers love a revolution.”

“They won’t let his message die.” You finished quietly.

Gaz strapped into the seat beside you before raising a fist to connect with your own. “We will.”

The sun had risen fully by the time the heli touched the sand, the exposed terrain already heightening your awareness.

“Soap, Ghost, come in.” Price spoke into his radio.

“Opposite your position, descending the hillside. Target building in our sights.” Ghost replied.

“Wait there. Soap, get ready for your specialty.”

“Aye, sir. You spoil me.”

Price smiled. “Blow it up, Sergeant.”

“Engaging. Brace for debris.”

“How big is this bomb?” You asked.

“The entrance is built to hell, we need some serious force.”

Gaz leaned over to watch Soap plant the device from afar. “Sweet.”

“Planted.” Soap chirped. “L.T.’s got the detonator.”

Price waited until Soap was at a good distance before carrying the order. “Light it up, Simon.”

“With pleasure.”

The entrance erupted in a brilliant light, bits of steel flying in every direction. Gaz watched for a moment before drawing back quickly.

“Shit..”

“What now?” You tugged on his shoulder to angle his face toward you.

“I’m fine.” A shard of steel had glanced over his forehead, narrowly missing his eye.

“You’re lucky.” You retorted.

“Focus..” Price glowered over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir.” Gaz wiped the blood away from his brow and moved up, you on his tail. The five of you circled the entrance, noting the silence.

“It’s quiet.” Ghost huffed.

“Actual, this is Price. Can we get confirmation we’re alone here?”

“This is Actual,” Kate’s voice replied through the radio system. “Your old friend got here first. Move in now.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” Ghost’s words bit the air as he tailed Price, you and the rest following behind. The halls were narrow; only two could fit lengthwise as you moved past the damp walls. A bolted door led to a stairwell to the basement, where shouting and commotion could be heard.

“Stay neutral for now.” Price murmured. All guns were stowed as you descended the stairs, bringing up the back end of the line. You heard Graves before you saw him.

“You will fuckin’ listen to me, or you’ll be sprayed against that wall, do you hear me?”

“Graves.” Price’s voice leveled with a twinge of threat.

He turned; his eyes lighting up in surprise.

“Well I’ll be.” Graves murmured, stalking forward. His rifle dangled at his side as if it was a toy.

“I’m afraid you’re being overridden. SAS has business here, your club does not.” Price walked up so he was looking down at him, emphasizing his taller stature.

Graves barked a short laugh, looking away before glancing back, a fire in his eyes. “Shadow Company is an enterprise. A haven for men held back by the military!”

“You’re fragile.” Your mouth moved faster than your head; that much was clear when Graves’ sharp eyes shifted to you.

“You’re new..” His voice growled with something that made you tense. “And you’re American. How’s that work, huh?”

“I’ll ask once.” Price seethed, stepping forward even further. “Leave. Now.”

“No can do, Cap’n.” Graves cocked his gun. “These young men have to go. And then your little Vaqueros—are going with me.”

“Over my fuckin’ corpse.” Ghost rumbled.

“And what a sight it’ll be.” Graves retorted.

You made the first shot; striking Graves in the abdomen. A non lethal wound; just what he deserved, in your opinion. The room erupted in gunshots, ricocheting bullets, and the rustic odor of fresh blood. The shadows that were there were mowed down until the room fell silent again. You looked to Gaz, his usually bright eyes a dark ochre as he stalked toward Graves. He picked him up by his vest, ignoring his groan as he was pushed against the wall and bound at his wrists; just as he’d done to the Arabic soldiers.

“These men need to be arrested, not executed, you fucking lunatic.” Gaz seethed.

“You don’t know shit about this world, son.” Graves heaved, blood staining his teeth. “If they’re alive, they’ll come back.”

“Not your decision to make, Graves.” Price replied. “Maybe it would be if you were a soldier.”

“I am a-" Graves huffed, his shortness of breath betraying his anger. “I am..”

“Sergeant, save his life so we can go. Now.” Price nodded to you, and you kneeled at Graves’ side, packing his wound.

“Gaz, let’s go. Still need to find Alejandro’s guys.”

He cast an uncertain glance at Graves before releasing his vest, following the team up the stairs while you worked a length of gauze into the bullet wound you’d ripped through the man in front of you.

“Why aren’t you shooting me?” Graves’ adrenaline hadn’t worn off; he was hyperventilating harder still.

“It’s the difference between military,” you secured the bandage patch. “and you.”

His eyes looked glassy; his breathing only worsening.

“Graves, breathe.” You held his shoulder. “You’re not going to die.”

“You..” His eyes flashed with hurt, confusion, anger. Anger at you, at the military, at himself. He shook his head roughly like a wet dog, grunting. "Fuckin' hell.."

"You need to breathe deeper." You reached to loosen his vest, though he flinched away for a moment before resigning to the improvement the breathing room gave him. You could tell his thanks was on the edge of his tongue, his pride holding back any sign of agreement.

He looked down, and groaned at the sight; it wasn't a clean shot.

"Don't." You ordered, your knuckle knocking his head upward by his chin. "It's worse than it looks."

"You'd know your own handiwork, huh?" He heaved. "You should be in the Army."

"Fine where I am."

"You sure, honey? I'm short a few marksmen thanks to your friends."

“On your feet." You heaved him upward, and nearly jumped out of your skin when you turned to see Gaz still watching from the bottom of the stairs.

“Gaz?”

Before he could respond, Soap was guiding Graves up the stairs, leaving you with your strangely silent friend.

“Is something wrong?”

Gaz sighed, pacing behind you, causing you to turn.

“You helped him.” His tone was low.

“Yes? It was an order.” Your brow furrowed.

“No..” Gaz glanced up at you, a glare in his eye you’d never seen before. “You helped him calm down. You comforted him.”

His disdain dripped with every word.

“Gaz, he was in shock.” You retorted. “What are you so suspicious of?”

“That you care about him. You care about that piece of shit.” Gaz gestured vaguely.

“I barely know him; how did you jump to this?”

“I’m not jumping to anything, I saw you-"

“You saw me do my job!”

"That was not what that was.”

“Gaz, why do you care so much?”

“Because I care about you!”

It was the only time he’d ever, ever raised his voice at you. The first time you’d seen tears well in his eyes, even though he’d never let them fall in front of you.

“If he were to lay a fucking finger on you, I-" Gaz tensed his fists, his eyes closing and his brow gathering in a frustrated pattern.

“I don’t.. " You stared, speechless. “Gaz..”

“Moving out, everyone to extraction.”

“I’m sorry.” It was all Gaz left you with before brushing past you and up the stairs.

The walk and flight back, the debrief, the morning after in the cafeteria, he didn’t even look at you. His dark circles deepened, he didn’t eat, he didn’t go out with Soap to the pub near base. And of course, when other people noticed, they asked his closest friend what was going on; you. And then you were the one avoiding mealtimes and celebrations, because you couldn’t help them with their questions.

You missed him desperately; your tasks without him were dull and never ending, the entire time your mind only on one man.

Eventually you decided to accept Soap’s invitation to drinks; you needed to break the cycle you’d fallen into. You didn’t even dress up, sticking to the lighter layers of your uniform and a nice necklace to lighten it all.

The base was lucky to have such a cozy spot close by; most of the patrons were soldiers or veterans too. There were rumors of the bartender being Price’s placement instructor, but the Captain never indulged to confirm or deny.

You were a bit late, speed walking through the entrance over to the booth where Soap and Ghost were playing cards. You slid in next to Ghost, eyeing the bar where you saw Price, and next to him, Gaz.

“What’s with the kid, anyway?” Ghost leaned down to murmur in your ear. “Looks like shit.”

“Can’t argue.” Sop added.

You toyed with the card box, studying the pattern on the front to avoid Soap’s eyes. “I don’t know.”

“Weren’t you trained in covert operations? You should be a better liar.” Ghost laid down his hand.

“AYE, you wee scunner!”

“If you want to hurt my feelings, you need to do it in english.”

Soap huffed. “You fucking bitch.”

“There we are.” Ghost shuffled the deck while you looked astray, the music drifting around you seeming to quiet when Gaz cracked a smile at something Price said.

“Gonna shove you outta here in a minute.” Ghost remarked. “Fuckin’ talk to him, he’s useless.”

You sighed, tossing the box back on the table and pushing yourself to your feet. You casted a glance back, at which Soap gave you a dorky double-thumbs up. A sideways glance at Price gave him the message to fake a bathroom visit, leaving Gaz to drink from his bottle alone for a few minutes. You came up quietly, ordering something neat that came to mind before easing into the space beside him. Seeing you, he exhaled noisily, halfway out of his seat before you spoke.

“Please, Gaz..”

He allowed himself to relax back into the stool, facing forward.

“Just go.” His voice was gentler than you’d anticipated. The bartender handed you your drink, and you drank a mouthful.

“I don’t want to.” You said simply.

His leg began to bounce, and you wondered how good of an idea this was.

“I need to stay away from you. It’s the only way things can work smoothly.”

Your brow furrowed for a moment, and he noticed, closing his eyes while rubbing at his forehead.

“I care too much. It’s going to get somebody hurt.”

“How can you be sure if you won’t let it happen?” You replied slowly.

“I’ve seen it happen; it doesn’t work.”

You shook your head. “Gaz, I won’t just ignore you forever, you have to know that’s unreasonable.” Your voice shook for a moment. “You’re my squadmate, you’re my friend. I will not leave you to rot because you’re scared, that’s exactly when I should be with you.”

You didn’t know what possessed your words as you pleaded with him, but they were pouring out, and it felt right. Being beside him felt right.

Gaz looked into your eyes for the first time in weeks.

“I’ll hurt you.”

You took his hand.

“I’ll let you.”

Gaz stared for a few moments, his eyes darting to search your face for any insincerity. When he found nothing, he tugged you off the stool, leading you through moving bodies and clouds of cigar smoke to the curb outside.

“It’s freezing..” You looked up at him as he finally stopped, the street lamps illuminating his face.

“I’m sorry..” He absentmindedly ran his hands down your arms to warm you, the action furthering your confusion. "I just.."

"What is it?"

Gaz's breath was visible in the cold air, a puff that crowded between the two of you when he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. His hands held your head gently, and your arms found their way around his. He only stopped for a breath before leaning in again, his nose nudging against yours. He pulled you closer, kissed you longer. Between his exchanges, he breathed a simple phrase, as if he wanted to transfer the words into your very soul.

"I'm in love with you."

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margowritesthings · 2 years

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SOME COMPANY

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 3155 words

warnings: 18+, nudity, language, smut, fingering (r receiving)

a/n: oh god. this man has ruined my goddamn life. i havent even played the game, just sat next to my boyfriend swooning while he did. anyway- arthur morgan is my new favourite muse and here is some shameless porn. <3 as always feedback is super appreciated

The campfire was dwindling, but the heat still managed to soak through your clothes and into your skin. You knew you only had about 10 more minutes of this flame, but it was only you still awake in the whole camp and it didn’t feel worth it to fetch more wood. It was fine, you could head back to your tent, or maybe even just fetch a blanket whenever it got too cold to be out.

Another sleepless night. You had been in the camp for almost a month now (24 days, to be exact), but the nights were still plagued by memories of a life that felt both a lifetime ago and just yesterday all at the same time. Nightmares, on the lucky occasion you managed to close your eyes, or simply the agony of being left alone to your thoughts.

Of those 24 days you had lived with the Van Der Linde gang, there were 8 nights you hadn’t spent alone. It started on your second night, sitting in the very spot you were now, when Arthur Morgan, right hand man and knight in shining hide, came back from a late night hunting trip. Since then, you had crossed paths 8 times under various circumstances, often talking until dawn. Those were your favourite nights.

You often found yourself breaking your gaze from the mesmerising lick of the flames or the vast sea of stars above to check Arthur’s window up in the manor. Sometimes he’d be out on a job or hunting, other nights his lantern would flicker until the early hours, probably partaking in just as much worry as you were. Rarely, he’d turn out his light at a reasonable hour and sleep. It was strange, you felt somewhat relieved to know he was actually resting.

Tonight was one of those nights, or so you thought. His light had been off for about 20 minutes, as had most of the camps, leaving you to bathe in the starlight alone, with the crackle of the fire and an occasional cricket for company. That was, until you heard the creaking of the door followed by footsteps.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Arthur asked, sitting on the log beside you before you even had the chance to turn around to face him. You shook your head with an almost sad smile on your face. There was an understanding ingrained into the air between the two of you that meant you didn’t have to ask him the same question. For not the first time with Arthur, you found yourself slipping into the most natural, comfortable silence in the world as you held eye contact with each other. It was no surprise that you didn’t see the chopped wood in his arms, losing yourself in those tired eyes and sleepy smile.

“Thought you could use some company.” He admitted, throwing one of the logs into the fire, feeding its dying state, “And some wood.”

If it wasn’t so peaceful, you would have snorted. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you stopped yourself, somehow managing the fit of laughter into a cheeky grin thrown Arthur’s way, so he knew that you definitely picked up on that accidental entendre. He didn’t mean it, you were sure. While it was true that some sort of strange, ethereal connection that you certainly didn’t have the capacity to contemplate was steadily growing between you, Arthur was always so respectful, never crude. You appreciated it, at least while there was all this trauma to wade through in your mind, though this was an opportunity that couldn’t be missed.

“That’s awfully kind of you, Mr. Morgan.” You replied, the remains of a suppressed laugh sneaking into your tone, “When a lady needs wood, it’s good to know there’s a big, strong cowboy to bring it for her.”

It was probably the boldest thing you’d ever said to him, but it was worth it as soon as his features lit up with the biggest grin and he chuckled. That was the exact moment you knew there wasn’t much you wouldn’t do to see that grin again. You decided not to analyse that.

“Watch it, you.” He warned, briefly looking to the fire to poke it back into action. “Wouldn’t want to have to take my wood back off to bed.”

Okay, so this was really happening. Full speed ahead on flirtatious banter with Arthur Morgan.

“How are you settlin’?” He quickly added, looking back to you as his expert hands grew the fire back to the point where he was bathed in a comforting glow and you forgot all about the blanket in your tent.

You smiled softly, detecting apprehension in the question. Every time you shared these secret, stolen moments together, he always made sure you were okay. Perhaps because he knew that the creature comforts the camp had to offer were few and far between, but you suspected it was something to do with the darkness in his eye that only a fellow sufferer could understand.

“Just as I was two days ago when you last asked. I’m okay, Arthur. Really.” You reassured, subconsciously placing your hand on the wood between you and the outlaw now that you didn’t have to huddle into yourself for heat. The timing was awfully suggestive, but you didn’t even notice you’d done it.

“Alright, well… You just let me know if you need anything, alright?” You nodded, eternally grateful for this man and all he had done for you, and all he promised he would do for you. No man had ever offered you the safety Arthur had, nor the respect, and you weren’t even together. You almost scoffed aloud. Typical that the one society has labelled a violent criminal is the only nice guy… well, ever, if your experience was anything to go by.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“From whose pocket?” Your response was quick and witty, both yours and Arthur’s default when you definitely didn’t want to answer a question thrown at you. He understood, grinning once more at you and shaking his head.

“For a so-called Lady, you sure do have a cheek to you.”

You smiled proudly, “It’s my best feature.”

“Absolutely it is not.” He mumbled under his breath, but you were too quick. You caught every drawled syllable and blushed profusely for the privilege. It was a good job you were sitting in front of a fire and could blame your reddened skin on the harshness of the heat. Not that you were going to bring attention to it, of course.

This happened every so often, a compliment under the breath or off to the side or sometimes directly at you, knitted into layers of jokes and quips so much that they seemed to floor you even more than the offer of wood. Always respectful, never crude. You didn’t yet realise it, but your brain was storing those little moments under something special. You didn’t yet realise it, but they were pretty damned special.

It was your turn to say something, you realised, when a particularly loud crackle of the fire pulled you back to your senses. Arthur was looking at you intently, as if studying you. Normally if someone was looking at you like that, you’d want to crawl into the ground, feeling like an entry in that little compendium Arthur carried with him everywhere. This time was… well, you certainly weren’t crawling into the ground, to say the least. Actually, you found your heart rate increased for all the right reasons, rather than the anxiety you usually seemed to feel settling in your chest. The revelation knocked you once more.

Your lips were parted to speak, but everything seemed blocked in your throat. Nothing seemed like the right thing to say at that moment, so precious and fragile that a poorly timed joke or awkward comment might shatter it. So, you stayed silent, feeling a tension you’d never felt before ravelling up in the air hanging between you and Arthur.

“Alright, forget the penny. Name your price and I’ll pay it- I’d be willin’ to bet that those thoughts are worth a small fortune, darlin’.” He hadn’t taken his eyes off you, it was quite possibly the longest, most entrancing eye contact you'd shared with anybody. It took you a moment to register the term of endearment, rolling so naturally off his tongue as if the word was crafted just for you. You liked the sound of it on him.

“Alright… I was just wonderin’, if not my cheek, then what? What’s my best feature, cowboy?”

“Well, you’re an excellent shot.”

His quip earned a laugh and gentle hit to the arm before your hand landed back next to Arthur’s on the log.

Wait, when had Arthur put his hand on the log?

It was your turn to study him now and what you found was no less than a masterpiece that told the story of his life. Freckles splattered his nose and his eyes were framed with faint crows feet, from years of squinting in the sun. A couple of scars marked tanned skin, probably from one of his many fights or shootouts. His eyes, upon closer inspection were the brightest part about him, a blue you could spend centuries swimming in.

Swimming in his eyes? You were getting poetic. You were getting distracted. That, and if you inched your pinky finger just so, you and Arthur would have closed the space between you.

“Y/n?” Oh lord, you were staring. “Uh huh?” The response was practically a squeak.

“Can… Can I-”

It was inevitable, pressing your lips against Arthur’s in a breathless, stolen kiss. Somehow, you knew just what he was going to ask and you had to beat him to it. It was searing, but over before it had even begun. As you retreated, there was a single second, dragged out into a lifetime of choices leading to this very moment, before Arthur lurched forwards and took your face in his hands, devouring you. Lips crashed against lips and hands got everywhere as you finally kissed Arthur Morgan. You were responsive to him, of course you were, shuffling closer so that he could wrap his arms around you and pull you even closer.

And then he stopped, pulling away with wide eyes scanning all over your expression, presumably taking it all in. Everything happened so damn quickly and now… well, somebody had to break the silence.

“I, uh…” “You know, I’ve never been in that big old manor of yours…”

An eyebrow was raised.

Arthur smirked.

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You heard the click of the door closing and had only a second to survey Arthur’s room before you once more felt warm hands cupping each cheek. He didn’t kiss you straight away, instead scanning every inch of your face, as if you were the last beautiful thing left in a godforsaken world.

“Arthur…” the word was a whisper, a breath tickling his lip. Your lashes batted up at him while your gaze fell from his eyes to his mouth, just as it formed a silent ghost of your name. His thumb traced a circle on your cheek, the worked skin on his finger pads a stark contrast to your softness.

“Are… Are y’sure this is what you wan-” you didn’t allow him to continue, instead choosing to reassure him by lifting to your tiptoes and firmly pressing your lips against his and reaching to the back of his neck. You heard a shuddered breath as your nails scratched at Arthur’s skin before he walked you both forwards until your back was against the wall of his bedroom.

Arthur’s hands roamed down your neck and onto your waist, agonisingly briefly brushing over your breasts, the sensitivity of your nipples right now jolting down to your core as he did so. Fingers of one hand gripped your hip, pulling you even closer until your front was flushed against Arthur’s, your back arched and his hard chest pressing against your own supple one. The other hand splayed across your back, trailing up and down the stitching of your buttons.

You felt a restraint in Arthur’s sweet, tender kisses, as if he didn’t want to break something so fragile. Not wanting to break away from the kiss, you let Arthur know you were okay by giving his lip the tiniest nip. He growled, low and deep in his chest, before the need in his kiss became that much more intense. Your lips parted, wide enough for Arthur to slip his tongue along the bottom one. He tasted like tobacco and whiskey, two flavours you weren’t normally awfully fond of, but on Arthur it was intoxicating. The feel of his slick tongue gently licking yours produced a moan you couldn’t have stopped if you wanted to.

Your moan, a reassurance that you were definitely enjoying this, seemed to awaken something more in Arthur and he let go, fully devouring you now. He was overpowering, lifting you up into his passionate kiss before leading you over to his bed. It was much sturdier than your cot back in your own tent, but Arthur definitely worked hard enough for the camp to deserve it. You never broke away from each other, laying back into the mattress under Arthur’s guide. The length of him covered you completely and he propped himself up onto his elbows to stop himself from crushing you. You had never felt such a weight of somebody on you like this, a lifetime of hard work and dedication embedded in his muscles. It made you feel safe, as if those arms could and would protect you from anything and everything. It was a safety you had never in your life felt before, and in that moment you realised it was… right. Everything about this was so right.

Nimble fingers dragged down from the back of the outlaw’s neck and onto his face, feeling the scratch of his stubble as you both finally came up for air. You looked up, finding the candlelight just as perfect of a glow as the campfire against Arthur’s features. Your lips were reddened and wet from his nips, licks and kisses and your cheeks were flushed from the pure emotion of it all. You didn’t know it, but Arthur had just logged this as his favourite sight in all the world.

Ever since he’d sat down at that fire, a tension had been coiling tighter and tighter in you, one that you weren’t sure you could handle for much longer. “Arthur, I… I need you. Please.” You all but begged, squirming under his weight. That goddamn grin was back, gazing down at you for a final moment before Arthur plunged back into your lips, prodding them open with his tongue once more. His hands quickly found their way to your back as you arched for him, slipping the buttons away with an impressive ease. You sat up slightly, pushing Arthur’s jacket off his shoulders and shrugging off the top half of your dress. Arthur gathered up your skirts, pushing them over your head so that you were almost bare to him.

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that?” He asked, running a finger over the lining of your undergarments, leaving ripples of tingles scattered all over you. Never good at taking compliments, you decided to focus on getting Arthur’s clothes off, starting with his suspenders and shirt buttons. He pulled his own shirt off, and you reached to run your hands over his chest. He shuddered under your touch and growled once more as you kissed the newly bare skin. While you were occupied with his torso, Arthur lifted your hips, peeling off the rest of your undergarments.

“So beautiful…” He whispered, reaching a finger down to your naked slit. He hesitated, looking down at you with the question gleaming in his eye. A silent question earned a silent response as you needily bucked your hips up towards him.

A loud gasp escaped you as Arthur slid a single finger in, instantly feeling just how wet you were for him.

“Goddamn… you’ll be the death of me, girl.” He mumbled, pausing only briefly to allow you to adjust to something inside you before he began to curl his finger, finding your sweet spot in a record time you didn’t even know possible. He smirked at the sight of you, squirming and dripping with just one little movement.

“Fuck, Arthur…” You whined, bucking your hips again, his hand reaching to meet you in a sweet symphony of friction and pressure. His finger drives in and out, a second soon joining it as you mewl below him. Your eyes shut tight as you attempt to stay a little quieter, not exactly wanting to advertise your activities to the camp. All that quickly went out of the window as his thumb pressed against your bud and you all but screamed.

Arthur chuckled, “Easy now… we don’t wanna go wakin’ everybody up now, do we?”

His actions didn’t back up his words, though, unfairly circling the bundle of nerves so deliciously you had to bite down hard on your lip. Seeing your struggle, Arthur brought his free thumb to your bottom lip to give you something to do with that loud little mouth of yours. You sucked and bit in time with the wonderful artistry Arthur was drawing all over your cunt and he watched you, immensely enjoying each twitch and moan. You felt yourself climbing ever higher to heaven, the pleasure sending you dizzy while Arthur pulled his lip between his teeth. He felt you flutter around his fingers, the tightening a sign of how close you were to the edge.

“Atta girl… you gonna cum for me, darlin’?” His thumb came out with a pop, replaced quickly with a burning hot kiss. The uniquely Arthur mix of tobacco and man dominated your senses and pushed you right where you needed to be. The first wave came quickly, sending a rush of blood into your ears and knocking the air out of your lungs. Arthur’s fingers pumped in and out of you, curling to that spot every single time. You moaned deeply into his mouth as he masterfully orchestrated your orgasm, stretching it out until your legs were shaking and tiny tears pooled in the creases of your eyes.

Arthur brought you back to Earth, slowing his thrusts and easing the pressure on your clit gradually. Your body went limp for a moment, trying to recirculate the air you could finally get into your lungs.

The two of you spent a moment together, Arthur above you while your chest rose and fell. When you could finally string a sentence together, you whispered to him, “God, Arthur… That was…” You trailed off, noticing the smirk growing onto the cowboy’s face.

“You think I’m done with you yet, girl?”

Perhaps you wouldn’t mind one more sleepless night…

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