#and I found out that mangoes in the US are not as sweet as they should be

[weirdkpopgirl]

Stealing Kisses | Dream Reaction #14

Reaction: When their gf steals a kiss from them

Genre: Fluff, slight angst in some

Warnings: insecure thoughts, kinda suggestive, light making out in Jaemin's, kissing (obviously lol)

Word Count: ~3.1k

Author's Note: This idea came to me last week I think, and I thought it'd be fun to write. I think you guys like this type of stuff too lol. It was also nice to write something sweet and fluffy, a break from my recent stuff. Hope you all like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

P.S. I'm currently have a few fics I'm working on. But I'm going to try writing some shorter stories for the members and group things to fill up my second masterlist.

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mark

The two of you were lying side by side on his bed, your gazes fixed on the ceiling. Mark was sharing his late-night thoughts, and you were listening attentively. Nights like these were a regular occurrence, mostly because Mark often had something weighing on his mind. Though it was usually just him recounting his busy day, tonight things seemed to carry a more serious tone.

“Sometimes, I’m just really not satisfied with myself,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Like so many people are relying on me— with the company, 127 and Dream. Then there are the fans too, I don’t want to fail them. But no matter how much time and energy I put in, it’s not enough.”

You carefully processed your boyfriend’s concerns, trying to put yourself in his shoes. It was so easy to say he was just overthinking and shouldn’t worry so much. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, given that you faced similar struggles. Those dismissive words weren’t what either of you needed to hear. Mark was undoubtedly the most hardworking person you knew, but you understood all too well the feeling of never quite doing enough.

Before speaking this time, you opted for a different approach of consolation. You shifted around to gently place your hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze towards you. With closed eyes, you leaned in to kiss him softly. Your lips moved slowly against his, hoping he could feel the comfort of your touch. Soon enough, Mark’s hand rested comfortably on your back, reciprocating the affection.

You stifled a light giggle as you pulled away, catching his slightly confused expression. Offering a small smile you used your thumb to caress his cheek reassuringly.

“You’re doing great, Mark,” you whispered sincerely. “You might not think so at times, but I’m always so proud of you.”

And it was those words that caused water to gloss over Mark’s eyes. Then he was pulling you into a much-needed embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. You could feel the warmth of his smile as he mumbled, “Babe, I love you so much.”

Though you didn’t necessarily need to return the words for him to understand, you still said you loved him too. He deserved it, after all. He deserved every bit of love, understanding, and support. And you were more than willing to give it to him, wholeheartedly.

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renjun 

You emerged from the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly cut mango in your hand. Renjun was sitting at the table, fully absorbed in the watercolor painting in front of him. Seeing him use the paint set you got for his birthday brought a smile to your face. He was so engrossed in the activity that he almost didn’t hear you sit in the empty chair beside him.

Renjun momentarily glanced up from his artwork to greet you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you replied quietly, carefully placing the plate of fruit on the table. The two of you shared a smile before his attention was on painting again.

For a moment, you paused to admire the way his focused expression softened his features, making him even more endearing in your eyes. You always found joy in watching your boyfriend immerse himself in the things he loved. Renjun consistently poured his heart and soul into everything he did, and that dedication was one of the many reasons your relationship flourished so beautifully. 

After a few minutes passed by of you silently observing the boy, you leaned into place a quick kiss on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush followed. 

“What was that for?” he asked, voice laced with curiosity.

You simply shrugged in response before confessing, “Just thought you looked cute.”

Renjun’s soft chuckle was like honey for your ears, and you couldn’t suppress a smile. “Oh is that so?” he teased, amusement twinkling in his eyes even as his gaze softened when he looked at you.

Now it was your turn to feel shy, heat naturally rushing to your face. Without a word, you reached for a slice of mango and lifted it to Renjun’s lips, quietly offering the yellow piece of fruit to him. Lucky for you, his eyes sparkled with fondness as he accepted the treat. 

However, he didn’t waste the chance to quickly steal a kiss from your lips, before taking a bite. Your eyes mirrored the surprise he had experienced earlier, and Renjun laughed now the tables had been turned. He savored the sweetness of the mango, just as he savored the sweet moment shared between the two of you.

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jeno 

You weren’t exactly expecting to return home to Jeno sprawled across your sofa. It was late at night, and you technically should have been back in your apartment much earlier. However, you got caught up in helping your friend rehearse for an audition and lost track of time. If you had known your boyfriend would be coming, you definitely would’ve gone home sooner.

 After quietly removing your shoes and shedding off your jacket, you carefully crossed the room to check the man resting on the couch. He looked so peaceful with his eyes blissfully shut and the pillow he held close to his chest. Yet, you couldn’t help but frown, thinking about how he must’ve been exhausted from work. While he never complained, you usually saw through his facade.

With a barely audible sigh, you fetched a cozy blanket to drape over him and tucked it snugly around his sleeping form. Leaning down, your lips pressed to his forehead and let your lips linger for a moment before pulling away. You straightened up, ready to start your nightly routine before heading to bed yourself. However, you froze when a warm hand tugged at your wrist. 

“Don’t go,” he murmured, almost sounding like a child begging his mom not to leave. 

The unexpected sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat. “Sorry for waking you up,” you apologized sheepishly, turning back to see him.

He shifted over a bit to give you some space, and you sat down beside him. Without thinking, your hand subconsciously moved to stroke his hair gently. He hummed at the sensation, appreciating any sort of affection from you.

“Don’t apologize. I liked it,” he said softly, leaning further into your touch. “Do you always kiss me when I’m asleep?”

“Sometimes,” you admitted quietly, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

A small pout formed on his lips in response. “You should just kiss me when I’m awake so I can give you one back.”

His words would’ve sounded playful if they hadn’t been spoken in such a sulky tone. But of course, you sort of expected this reaction from Jeno. Chuckling softly, your embarrassment gradually began to melt away.

Moving your hand to caress his face, you casually said, “Well you can give me one now if you’d like.”

With your permission, Jeno happily sat up to pull you closer for a kiss that made your head spin. Nonetheless, it was a tender moment that left you both with silly smiles as you parted. Afterward, you took his hand in yours and suggested you both move to the bedroom so he could sleep more comfortably.

Later, as you cuddled up together in bed, Jeno smiled to himself as he felt a rush of love he felt for you. Even though it was past one a.m., he still found himself falling for you all over again.

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haechan 

To say the least, Haechan was a little restless just chilling in his apartment with you. Usually, he liked being at home, especially with your company. But the original plan for today was to have a lovely date at Han River, which was forfeited due to the ongoing thunderstorm outside. He regretted not looking at the weather forecast beforehand.

So to cure his self-proclaimed “boredom,” Haechan proposed the idea of playing the pepero game. At first, you tried to decline, knowing that you’d be signing up for endless teasing and blushing on your part. That didn’t sound very fun to you.

“Oh come on, babe!” he pleaded, shaking the pepero box. “I won’t be annoying this time, promise.”

Knowing he was going to keep whining until you agreed, you reluctantly set aside the book you were using to ignore him. “Ugh, fine. But just this once!” you conceded, holding your pointer finger up as a warning.

Haechan grinned triumphantly as he tore open the bag inside the box to retrieve a Pepero stick. He moved to where you were sitting on the couch and lifted the chocolate-covered treat to your lips, gesturing to open it. With a resigned sigh, you reluctantly complied and took the stick with your teeth. Haechan took hold of the other end, his eyes already sparkling with mischief.

As the two of you started nibbling, Haechan promptly contradicted his earlier promise of not being annoying. His eyes sparkled with mischief when you hesitated after he took the next bite, leaving only a few centimeters left. No matter how often you had been in close proximity with your boyfriend, there was something uniquely captivating about the way his warm tan skin was adorned with scattered moles, and how you could get lost in his deep brown eyes. Seeing those features up close always stirred a weirdly fluttery sensation in your heart.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy already, (Y/n),” he teased, his words slightly muffled by the long biscuit between his teeth. You merely glared at him in response, unwilling to admit how easily you were influenced by him.

To rebel, you decided to make a bold move of your own this time. Despite your racing heart, you seized the opportunity and bit the remaining piece, but not without planting a swift kiss on his lips. Haechan froze for a moment as you pulled away. A laugh escaped when you saw that he was too stunned to speak. Well, that was one way to shut him up.

Feigning innocence, you asked, “That’s what you wanted, am I wrong?”

It didn’t take long for a grin to spread across the boy’s lips. The initial shock of your unexpected move kiss was replaced by a look of impressed amusement. In the next moment, his right arm encircled your waist, drawing you close once more. You didn’t even have time to blush before his lips began to explore every exposed inch of your skin.

“You’re so bad for me,” he murmured between kisses, his fingers tangling your hair. “But I love it.”

You giggled, surrendering to the warmth of his affection. Maybe you’d be more inclined to indulge in games with Haechan now, knowing they’d end up like this.

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jaemin

In the solace of his apartment, Jaemin observed you interact with his cats in the living room. Usually, he’d be cooing and snapping a hundred pictures of you and his children. However, he wasn’t very amused at the moment.

Na Jaemin never thought he’d be jealous of his babies until he saw Luke rubbing against your leg and hopping into your lap. Your giggly response and the way you tenderly stroked your fingers through the feline’s soft white hair, certainly didn’t make him feel any better. Although he loved his pets dearly, seeing them snuggle up to you so easily made him feel a bit envious. 

“Hmmph, it seems like you’ve become more fond of Luke than your own boyfriend,” he scoffed, not even bothering to hide it. 

You looked up, noticing how he was resting his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow propped on the couch’s armrest. His body language fully displayed his discontent, and you tried not to laugh. Rolling your eyes, you returned Luke to his siblings and tugged the collar of Jaemin’s hoodie to pull him in for a sweet kiss. 

Any negative feelings dissipated instantly as his heart fluttered at the touch of your lips against his. Warmth spread through him like wildfire. But before he could reciprocate the kiss, you pulled away with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Does that make you happy?” you teased, gently pushing him back to give yourself some space.

Adoration shined over Jaemin’s eyes as he grinned. “Hm, I think another one would make me even happier,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

Before you could even respond this time, Jaemin was already leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that sent sparks flying between you. One of his hands rested on the nape of your neck, allowing him to press his lips harder against yours, while the other was placed firmly on your waist. Though you were initially caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the kiss, you decided to enjoy this moment of intimacy.

As you melted into each other’s arms, Jaemin was reminded once again of just how amazing it felt to be loved by you. Honestly, if he could have one wish, he’d probably wish to kiss you forever.

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chenle 

The steaming pot of oxtail soup stared up at you, and you lowered the heat to let it simmer some more. It was your first time cooking the Chinese soup. But recalling how your mom used to make it when you were younger, figuring it on your own hadn’t been too difficult. Although you were mostly confident in your culinary skills, you still wanted to be sure.

“Lele, can you come here for a sec?” you called out to your boyfriend who was probably playing some mobile game in the living room. 

You could hear rustling sounds, and soon the sound of slippers padding against the wooden floor reached your ears.  “Smells good babe,” he said, shuffling over to your side. 

Something about seeing Chenle waddle into the kitchen, wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood over his messy hair, made your heart strangely beat faster. But instead of ignoring that feeling like you usually did, you decided to act on it this time.

After dipping a spoon in the red broth, you raised the utensil to his mouth. “Taste it for me.”

Chenle complied, allowing you to feed him some of the soup. You tried to suppress a laugh as a smug yet impressed expression appeared on his face. However, before he could give you his feedback, you swiftly leaned in to give him a peck. 

The male froze for a moment at your actions. You chuckled softly and hugged his waist, as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His eyes widened in surprise before the corner of his lips curled into a smirk. A part of him wanted to tease you for stepping out of your shy image, but he also found himself enjoying it a little too much. 

“Did you like it?” you asked, glancing up at him innocently.

Chenle’s cocky grin widened as he leaned in closer. His eyes twinkled with mischief, as he used his pointer finger to gently tilt your chin upward. “Wait, let me taste it again to just be sure,” he teased.

It didn’t take much for you to understand that he was not talking about the food. You simply smiled as his lips brushed against yours before he went all in. Shivers danced down your spine as you melted into the electrifying kiss. By the time you finally pulled apart, Chenle was smiling like an idiot.

“Hm, that was delicious,” he breathed, earning a playful smack on the shoulder from you. Even though you had started it, his comment was unnecessary in your opinion. Was he trying to kill you?

Trying to recover from your now flustered state, you returned your attention to the brewing pot on the stove. Chenle’s laugh rang through your ears, and then he was squeezing you into a backhug. It was those types of moments that reassured you that being with Chenle could never be boring.

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jisung 

Amidst the dark sky, the street lamps cast a soft, golden glow as you walked back to your apartment. Jisung strolled beside you, holding your hand securely. Occasionally, you smiled to yourself, thinking about how tonight had been another lovely date, filled with laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances that spoke volumes without a single word.

As you neared your apartment building, you felt Jisung’s fingers intertwined with yours tighten. A sense of reluctance washed over him, realizing that he wasn’t ready to say goodbye tonight yet. Your presence always brought Jisung a sense of warmth that made him the happiest when you were together. He wanted to experience that just a little while longer.

Pausing in front of your door, your eyes widened when you were pulled into a tight embrace. Jisung seemed clingier than usual this evening, but you honestly couldn’t complain. You returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your nose press against the oversized hoodie he was wearing. The scent of the perfume Renjun recently bought for him filled your senses. It wasn’t bad, you thought to yourself.

“I miss you already,” Jisung murmured, his chin relaxing against your head. 

The soft longing in his voice left your heart melting. These were the types of words you expected to read in texts from Jisung. So hearing them in person was even more touching. A smile tugged on your lips and you pulled away slightly to glance around, ensuring there were no cameras around. Once you confirmed there were no prying eyes that might stir trouble for either of you, you reached up on your tiptoes and pressed a quick but passionate kiss to Jisung’s lips.

He blinked in surprise, heat immediately rushing to his cheeks as the unexpected affection registered through his mind. Any kiss from you always made his heart flutter and left him wearing a shy smile. Nonetheless, witnessing the fondness in your eyes as you were blushing too was irresistible for Jisung.

Chuckling he moved his hand to gently pat your head. “Cute.”

You blushed a little at his words and squeezed in one last hug before he reluctantly released you to head inside. 

“I love you, Ji,” you said quietly, glancing back one last time to ensure he heard you. He exhaled shakily and said he loved you more.

There was an unspoken sadness shared between you, both feeling the weight of the parting. The two of you were uncertain of when or where you’d meet again. However, you found comfort in the knowledge that the love you had with Jisung was too strong to let too much time pass without seeing each other. In the meantime, you would cherish those precious memories together.

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previous masterlist -> new masterlist

#nct dream #nctzen #kpop #czennie #nct dream imagines #nct #jeno #nct dream fluff #jaemin #renjun #mark #haechan #jisung #chenle #nct dream x reader #nct dream reactions #7dream #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios

[miyuhpapayuh]

Thank you, anon!

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𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 (𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛)

“Do you need to use your safe word, baby?”

Dragging the leather crop against her skin, he intensely watches her, making her squirm under his gaze, trying to brace herself for the next pop.

“N-no.” She answers quickly, her body still buzzing from the first five. He smirks at her eagerness to not get punished any further.

“Three more, since you're being so good for me.” He says, watching the relief wash over her face. Her eyes flicker to his as she nods.

“Thank you, sir.”

Dragging the crop up to the middle of her chest, he cracks it against her skin, his eyes darkening at the way her body arches into the feeling, her thighs rubbing together again.

“Such a slut,” he chuckles, popping her thighs with his free hand, he commands her to spread them back apart.

“Wider, don't play with me.” He warns, running his thumb over her sensitive bud, her hips fighting to roll into the sensation.

He brings the cold leather down on it before she can blink, a heavy sob leaving her lips. Her hands almost leave her sides to cover herself as her hips jerk upward.

“You okay?” He asks, peppering kisses to her face.

“Yes— yes, sir!” She damn near yelps as he pops her again in the same spot, sending her eyes into the back of her head.

“You like that shit don't you, baby?” He teases, hovering over her lips as he throws the crop to the side, popping her clit with his wide digits, smirking at how wet she is.

“Huh? You like how I smack this pussy? Get it all nice and wet… listen to that shit, baby.” He makes a show of the mess between her legs, smacking her wet lips until it echoes off the walls, her legs threatening to close around his hands even though she knew better.

“F-fuck, yes! Yes, I love it!” She whines, blissed out already. Her hands clawed at the sheets at this point.

Plunging them into her, he pushes her thighs toward her chest and holds them there, making her take it.

Oh fuck bounces off the walls in different octaves as his fingers curve just right into her spot, her body hot with a blistering pleasure.

Her head thrashes around as he expertly works her up, leaving her at the cusp of her orgasm. Her whines and pouty face earns another laugh.

“I know what you want, baby.” He nods, slowly dragging them in and out, bringing her right back to the beginning again. And, then again. And again.

“Please.. please!”

“I love it when you beg, baby.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to the back of her thigh closest to him. His fingers still slowly tugged at that spot, loving the way her lip found a home between her teeth, trying desperately to hide her whines.

“Untuck,” he speaks, “don't hide those pretty sounds from me, baby.”

“Please, I- I'm— I can't,” she desperately tries to form a sentence, but the feeling of his fingers prodding at her sweet spot and his teasing tone are making it difficult.

“You can't what?”

“I can't take it,” she whines.

“Yes you can, baby.” He nods, kissing the back of her other thigh, working her up even more. He even leaned down to kiss her clit, feeling her throb around his fingers and against his lips made him chuckle, her body jerking from the vibration.

“Please,” she begs again.

“You ready to cum like a good girl?”

“Yes, sir!”

As soon as the word left his mouth, she gasped hard, closing her eyes as he sped up. Her hands rush to his arm, gripping for dear life as he pushes her over the edge.

Her wild mewls bounced off the walls as he tirelessly worked his hand between her legs, pulling several more orgasms out of her.

Her body was buzzing, head fuzzy, drunk on every ounce of pleasure he'd given her, even if it was starting to feel like way too much. It felt way too good.

“Ff-fuck!” She rasps, “I'm cummin’ again!”

“Like a fuckin’ faucet… look at that pussy go,” he lewdly remarks, smacking it with his open palm, making her jolt up from the bed.

“M-mango!” She yelps, covering her sensitive lips and scooting away from him. She needed a breather after all of that.

He pulls himself up from the bed, licking his fingers clean as she comes back down to earth.

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[ghostlychief]

I was wondering if you could make either sfw or nfsw story abt ghost ??

you guys have a mango tree in the backyard and your bedroom balcony is facing out towards the yard so you go out and are in a like blue sundress picking mangos and ofc look beautiful and the whole time Simons watching

thank you if you do fill this request!!!💞🙏🏻

thanks so much for requesting! I hope what i threw together is what you were looking for. enjoy, sweet anon! 🖤

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Under the Mango Tree

Ghost x fem!reader

wc: 1400k+

warnings: fluff; smut; NSFW; MINORS DNI; fingering

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Ghost can’t remember the last time he woke up this peacefully.

Usually, his mornings consisted of running around trying to get dressed on the dime and leaving a quick kiss on your forehead before he had to report to base for some covert mission - way too early in morning. The sun itself was almost never up. His socks would be mismatched, coffee to go, and there would be a semblance of longing for you whenever he shut the front door. But the weekends, they were his time to relax and recharge, and of course, spend time with you – his favorite person.

When he finally squints his eyes open, the sun is already peering through the curtains in your shared bedroom, creating a warm glow around the room. The only thing not making this a perfect morning is the fact that you’re not currently in bed with him.

He’s used to waking up, face buried your vanilla scented hair, with his body molded to you, and you’re secure in his safe embrace. Mornings like this usually resulted in being wrapped up together beneath the sheets and not getting out of bed until well into the afternoon. Ghost would emerge with tinted cheeks, and you would have a new found radiance and maybe a slight wobble in your step.

So, when Ghost finally came to this morning, he was a little disappointed your face wasn’t the first thing he woke up to. Nevertheless, he let out a groan and stretched before getting out of bed. He washed himself up in the bathroom before heading to door that leads out to the balcony that looks over your backyard.

Hi lazily leans against the railing, just in his black boxers as he looks down at you. You’re currently perched on a wooden stool, picking fruit off of the mango trees that have miraculously sprouted. There’s a basket at your feet, already half full with mangoes. Ghost can’t help it when a smile immediately forms on his lips at the sight of you.

The morning sun shines brightly off your hair, seemingly creating a warm glow of a halo. Your locks fall down your back, and ends just at the center of your spine, and this is definitely Ghost’s favorite hair on you. (He never fails to mention this)

You’re sporting a baby blue sundress, one of Ghost’s favorites, and that familiar thread of longing twists it’s way around his heart. The dress stops just above your knees, but the back is wide open, only small twines of fabric crisscross over your back to hold the dress up, giving him a perfect view of your soft skin.

To put in simply, you look ethereal in the morning light, and Ghost continues to gaze at you from above. He doesn’t know how much time has passed, but Ghost realizes it’s been long enough of admiring you from afar. He enters back into the bedroom and throws on a pair of shorts before making his way downstairs.

The morning air is humid when he enters the backyard, and from this distance, he can hear your light humming as you continue to teeter from the stool, reach up into the leaves of the tree.

Ghost quietly comes up behind you and places his hands on your waist, already in protective mode to make sure you’re steady as a rock on the stool (even though the stool is only 2 feet off the ground).  Silly, he realizes, but you’re precious to him.

He hears a soft gasp leave your lips, and then you turn around to smile down at him. “Simon! You scared me.” Your sweet laugh fills the warm air.

“I’m just making sure you don’t fall, dear.” A playful grin crosses his face.

Glancing down at the ground you say, “I think I’d survive.” You turn around so now you’re facing him while he continues to hold you, and you rest your hands on his shoulders. The stool gives you a good height advantage over him (for once), and you lean down and gift Ghost a kiss on his plush lips.

When you break away, he says, “Still wouldn’t want to risk it.” He then tightens his grip on you and whisks you off the stool, and places you on the ground. He now has the height advantage.

He spins you around and then wraps his arms around your middle, his hands now resting on your tummy. His chin rests on the crown of your head, but occasionally he brings his head down to leaves whispers of kisses behind your ear and on your neck. With each passing of his lips against your sensitive skin, he feels you lean further and further into his chest. He gently sways you in his arms, and you enjoy each other’s’ company in the quiet of the summer morning.

He leans his head down again and his stubble tickles your cheek as he whispers into your ear, “You know, this is my favorite dress of yours.”

He feels you lean more into him before asking, “Is it now?” Your hands rest on his forearms, your nails leaving light crescents into his skin.

His grip tightens a little, “Mmhm.” One of his hand stays splayed across your tummy and his fingers lightly dance around your sensitive middle. His other hand trails down until it reaches the hem of your dress.

He faintly tugs at the material and hikes it up a little, before his hand disappears underneath your dress. He quickly finds your center and gingerly starts to rub you on top of your underwear. He starts peppering kisses down your neck, then down your shoulders as his fingers continue to stroke you. He can already start to feel the wetness pooling underneath the fabric of your underwear, so he pushes the fabric aside and continues his movements on your center. When he feels like you’re slick just enough, he enters one finger into you, and can immediately feel your plush walls contract around his finger.

His hands, and subsequently his fingertips, are a little rough and calloused, he knows. However, he also knows that for you, it only heightens the sensation when he touches you like this.

He gently pumps his finger in and out of you, and soon enough adds a second. He can hear your shallow breaths as you take his fingers. Your head is tilted all the way back, resting on his shoulder and your eyes are closed.

Your hand is splayed on top of his that is still holding you across your stomach and your hand other trails down his arm that is preoccupied, and you grasp his forearm, your hand tightening around his arm every so often. A low moan leaves your lips and you let out a quiet curse.

It’s moments like these when Ghost appreciates the solitude of your backyard and house. He can have you anyway he likes, and not a soul would ever see or know.

He adds a third finger to really stretch you out and you can’t help but squirm in his hold. While his fingers are stretching you out, his thumb makes sure to rub our clit, stimulating you in all the right ways.

Ghost’s hand that’s still resting on your stomach momentarily moves upward, trailing your side. He then cups your breast, squeezing lightly. He stays here for a bit then trails his hand back down to rest on your middle, continuing to hold you up.

He knows your close because your breathing starts to pick up and your walls keep contracting around his fingers. He’s sucking on your neck now, no doubt leaving a bruise, but he doesn’t care. You’re his and he’s yours.

He quickens the pace of his fingers, which are now soaked. You let out a high pitched, yet soft whine when you come, and he’s glad he’s still holding you, when you do so. He fears you may have crumbled down to the ground otherwise. You still heavily leaning into him, basically panting when you say, “Well damn, what warranted that?”

You quickly add, “Not that I’m complaining or anything.” A smile grazes your face as you turn to look up at him, your back still pressed to his chest.

He shrugs, “Nothing in particular.” He’s never been a man of many words.

You turn around in his arms, and wrap yours around his neck. “Hmm, ok, whatever you say. But why don’t we head inside? I’m hungry for breakfast.”

Ghost notices the twinkle in your eye, understanding the double meaning. He follows behind you as you lead him inside your home. He can’t help but smack your ass on the way small trek back. You let out a mock gasp of surprise as you turn around.

A smirk breaks across your face as you say, “Oh, you’re on.”

Ghost can’t help but smirk back before he sees you turn and race inside, giggling as you run up the stairs, Ghost not far behind.

~*~*~

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[yandere-wishes]

this isn't really an ask, moreso a headcanon, but i know Fellow Honest uses food as a reward. i just know it. like, play along in his game nicely and you can eat all the good food you like! but the second you lash out or break the rules, he's either making you eat something awful or he's denying you food entirely

I love this!! I can see treats being the most common food found on the Pleasure Island. When he first "acquires" you, Fellow showers you in the beast cakes and sweets that the island has to offer. Trying to buy your love in one of the only ways he knows how. But you don't comply, constantly rejecting his advances and throwing a tantrum. Seriously, you're worse than the "bad kids" who frequent the island. So Fellow tries a different approach. He starves you, leaving you in a quiet pitch black room. The days tick by, and when Fellow finally opens the door again. You practically throw yourself at his feet, promising to be a good girl. To do anything he says. You're despreat, starved, and while Fellow feels bad for hurting you like this. He still can't hold back his glee at your despreat need for him. He sits you down on his lap, slowly feeding you a slice of mango cake. Relishing in the way your eyes lit up. Oh, how he wishes you would always behave. Always be his sweet little gal.

Also what if the treats he gives you is laced with something. Causing you to become addicted?? You'll do anything he wants so long as he gives you those mind numbing sweets again. Just a little food for thought😘😉😘😉

Is this based on something Honest John did in the og movie?? I can't remember anything from that thing🤣🤣

#twisted wonderland #fellow honst #twisted wonderland fellow honest #fellow honest x reader #twst #twst fellow honest #yandere x reader #yandere #yancore #yandere x you #yandere aesthetic #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere fellow honest #yandere fellow honest x you #yandere fellow hoenst x reader #fellow honest x you #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Lilia Vanrouge - Beach Wear Vignette

"Lilia's Super Deluxe Uninhabited Island Special"

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Lilia: Here we go, Stitch. Time to start prepping "that" thing.

Stitch: Got it, okay!

Lilia: First, we need a large pot…

Lilia: Then we take all the fresh fruit we gathered, and… GO LIKE THIS!!

[squeezes fruit]

Stitch: Weehoo ♪

Lilia: Kufufu, doesn't it look delicious? Fresh fruit always tastes best raw or juiced like this.

Lilia: We'll just squeeze the mango and pineapple with magic, just like this…

Stitch: Yeehaw!

Lilia: Ohh…? You've got a tight grip on that pineapple there…

[CRUNCH, CRUNCH CRUNCH!]

Lilia: Nice going, Stitch! You got some nice 100% Juice flowing almost instantly.

Lilia: Kufufu, then I'll leave the squeezing of all the fruit to you.

Lilia: But I can't let you show me up. Let's see, here's the clear water we pulled from the waterfall…

[turns water to ice]

Stitch: !!

Lilia: Surprised? If I use magic like this, I can freeze water no problem.

Lilia: But I have to make sure I don't get carried away and use too much. We don't know when Gantu might attack us next.

Stitch: Yay!

Lilia: Have you finished squeezing the fruits already? Kufufu, you sure are a strong one, Stitch.

Lilia: …You are just like him.

Stitch: ?

Lilia: There's this guy named Malleus. He's descended from dragons, and his power is overwhelming.

Lilia: Even the hardest coconut shell is nothing more than a fragile eggshell in his hands.

Lilia: And he would also throw tantrums left and right if something didn't suit him.

Lilia: Like punching holes in the walls, or encasing the castle in ice, or raining down thunderbolts… To put simply, he was a pretty rambunctious kid.

Stitch: Bad boy appeared… Grr.

Lilia: I suppose so. There definitely are those who think he is a bad boy.

Stitch: Aw...

Lilia: If the people around him are frightened and try to avoid him, of course he'll turn out to be a rowdy kid.

Lilia: But, you know, Stitch. I think that it's okay for a bad kid to stay as they are.

Stitch: ?

Lilia: You may be hunted by Gantu just because you're a bad boy who likes to destroy things...

Lilia: But you've helped us so much with your amazing strength. The most important thing is how you use that power of yours.

Stitch: Ye-huh ♪

Lilia: …Well, I guess you could also say it also depends on the circumstances, too.

Stitch: ？

Lilia: Aw, but, I think that your aggressive and cute little self is just the most charming little thing!

Stitch: Oooh!

Lilia: Mhm, that's a good smile. Okay then, let's get back to the task at hand, Stitch.

Lilia: I say that, but all that's left for us to do is to add some more fruit juice.

Lilia: Oh yeah, we'll need a bowl to serve what we made. The shells are a little too small, so maybe we can make something out of the branches and leaves?

Stitch: Hah-ha!

[thock, thock, thock…]

Lilia: Oho, that's…

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Jack: Lilia-senpai, did something happen? Why'd you call us all to the cottage like this suddenly?

Grim: Sniff, sniff, sniff… Funyaa～ I smell something sweet.

Ace: Eh! Oh, is this some kind reward for all our hard work gathering fruits and drawing water every day?

Floyd: A reward? Well, obviously we should be getting' something, I've been working sooo hard～

Lilia: Very perceptive. You're right, it's a reward! Something I've prepared for each and every one of you. And it's…

Everyone: It's?

Lilia: A FROZEN DESSERT!!

Grim: A frozen dessert!! …Like what?

Azul: He must be talking about a type of sweet made from freezing fruit juice and the like.

Azul: Since it's made of the ingredients found on this island, it could possibly be a sorbet… or perhaps a frappe?

Lilia: Correct. I'm treating you all to some cooooold shaved ice.

Grim: Shaved ice! Yuuuum, hurry and give me some!

Ace: Me too, me too! Every day's so hot, I'd been wanting to have something like ice cream.

Lilia: Kufufu, no need to fret.

Lilia: Now then, I'll take this bucket full of ice, and… DO THIS!

[CRACK!]

Ace: All the ice just shattered from that hand chop!?

Riddle: Lilia-senpai can even fell a large tree almost instantly. …Honestly, nothing surprises me anymore.

Lilia: Once you get a mound of shaved ice into one of the bowls that Stitch made for us…

Lilia: Drizzle some of the syrup we made from the fruits, and… IT'S READY TO EAT!

Lilia: Okay, let's start with you, Grim. Make sure you savor the flavor.

Grim: Nom, slurp, crunch, nom! Oooowee, it's so cold and tast…

Grim: URK!?

Ace: Grim!? Lilia-senpai, don't tell me you made the syrup out of that terrible tasting fruit…!?

Grim: Urgh, my head is numb… But it's so sweet and cold, it's crazy good!

Ace: Oh, you just ate it all tooo fast and got a headache. Sheesh, you scared me.

Lilia: Alright, everyone! I'll make one for all of you. [Yuu], what kind of syrup do you want?

1. Mango flavored! 2. Pineapple flavored!

Azul: I would like to have pineapple flavored syrup. It should have a nice tartness to it for a crisp taste.

Jack: I'll… try the mango. If I'm going to eat it with ice, I'd rather have a richer flavor.

Ace: Lilia-senpai, can I have both?

Floyd: Oh, is that allowed? Then I want both too～

Lilia: Here's the mango flavored one. And this one's the pineapple. And a combo for Ace and Floyd.

Jack: It's so cold and delicious. It's refreshing and I feel like this is a nice way to cool down.

Floyd: Yup. I thought it'd be nothing special 'cause it's just fruit juice over ice, but this syrup is pretty bangin'.

Ace: This syrup rocks! The parts where the mango and pineapple mix together is the best part.

Azul: What, really? Urk, I should have also chosen to have both…

Lilia: Kufufu, there's still a lot of syrup, you can have seconds. And it's all because Stitch helped me so much.

Stitch: Yahahahaha ♪

Lilia: But we have to make sure everyone gets their first helping first.

Lilia: Riddle, have you made a decision? If you're still having trouble choosing, you can also get both syrups.

Riddle: No, thank you, that's unnecessary.

Riddle: My mother always would say, "You cannot eat food made of ice, for they will chill your stomach."

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Lilia: Riddle, have you made a decision? If you're still having trouble choosing, you can also get both syrups.

Riddle: No, thank you, that's unnecessary.

Riddle: My mother always would say, "You cannot eat food made of ice, for they will chill your stomach."

Ace: Ehh! You gonna worry about that now!? There's no way she'd find out even if you had some now.

Floyd: You don't get it at all, huh, Goldfish-chan. It'll be even more delicious when you snag a bite to eat even after your mom says no.

Lilia: Now, now. It's impolite to comment on the customs of other families.

Riddle: Indeed. Therefore, please don't worry about me…

Lilia: Then, I'll make a special dish just for you, Riddle.

Lilia: I'll freeze the mango with my magic, and… DO THIS AND THEN THIS!

Azul: Oho, you've sliced the frozen mangos thin, almost replicating the shaved ice.

Floyd: And you served it in a coconut half shell as a bow. It's all decorated with frozen bananas, pineapples, and even flowers, too.

Lilia: Here you go, Riddle. It's a "Chilled Fruit Dish." There's not a single piece of ice on it.

Riddle: …Heh. This certainly is a dish "made out of fruit" and not "made out of ice."

Riddle: Thank you, Lilia-senpai. Then, I shall dig in…

Riddle: !!

Riddle: Delicious! The fruit just dissolves instantly as soon as it touches my tongue… This is the first I've ever had such a thing.

Grim: Funyaa～～! No fair that just Riddle gets some! Lilia, me too! Me toooo～!

Floyd: Ehh, I wanna eat some too. Goldfish-chan, give me a bite!

Lilia: Okay, okay, I got it. I'll make some for everyone, so just wait a moment.

Azul: But really… Who would even think of freezing fruit only to shave them? Lilia-san, that was a brilliant idea.

Lilia: I just tried copying this one snack I tasted during one of my trips to a tropical country.

Lilia: In the past, there was many a time that I had to make this sort of thing. When it comes to frozen desserts, I'm really quite particular.

Lilia: At first, I was only able to make simple dishes, like shaved ice with drizzled nectar or fruit juice…

Lilia: But there was this one guy who would just revel at eating the shaved ice I'd make him.

Lilia: I thought he'd get bored of continuously eating the same thing, so I tried to make it look more and more gorgeous, adding condensed milk or honey-soaked fruit to them.

Lilia: Back then, I wasn't very used to cooking, but I bet if I tried again now, I could probably make something much fancier.

Lilia: Alright, Lilia's Super Deluxe Uninhabited Island Special is ready! Come, eat it before it melts.

1. Let's dig in! 2. Thank you very much!

Grim: Nom, nom nom!! That rich, sweet flavor just completely melts in my mouth～!

Jack: It's more flavorful than just drizzling the syrup on the ice. This is the first time I've ever eaten fruit like this.

Ace: This frozen banana is also crazy good. It's got a way different texture than the raw stuff. You should try this too, [Yuu].

Lilia: What do you think, Stitch? Is it good?

Stitch: …

Riddle: He's looking very forlornly at his empty shaved ice bowl. Perhaps he would like seconds.

Lilia: Or maybe… Did looking at the cup remind you of someone?

Stitch: …

Riddle: Now that you mention it, the bowls that Stitch made for our shaved ice does have an interesting shape to it.

Riddle: It has a conical shape, as if for ice cream, or gelato…

Lilia: Hm. Well, that reminds me that I once saw shaved ice being sold at a food stand in this one tropical country in a similar conical shape.

Lilia: A tricycle carrying a silver box was parked on the side of the road. They were selling shaved ice to those walking by.

Lilia: Eating shaved ice with a ton of syrup on a hot day is the absolute best. You should try it sometime.

Riddle: Eating while walking is… Ah, never mind. Yes, alright. Perhaps if the occasion arises.

Riddle: Based on your anecdote just now, it may be that Stitch here is from a more tropical region.

Stitch: …

Stitch: …Ohana.

Lilia: I get it. There's a certain "someone" you want to share this delicious shaved ice with.

Stitch: Ye.

Lilia: Mhm, I understand that feeling well.

Lilia: The guy who would always ask me to make him frozen desserts was always the same way.

Lilia: It's not that he wanted to eat it because it was delicious. It's more like he wanted to eat it with someone he cared for.

Lilia: I'm the same way. I used to think that whatever I ate didn't matter, so long as it sated my hunger. However…

Lilia: Even those frozen desserts that I never thought would satisfy me would always be the most delicious when I could eat it with him.

Stitch: Yeah.

Lilia: Now that he's more or less stopped throwing his tantrums, I haven't really made him any shaved ice anymore.

Lilia: Maybe once we escape from this island, it may be a good chance to try my hand at it again.

Lilia: Oh, right. You should make this shaved ice for your loved ones as well. I'll give you the recipe.

Stitch: Great!

Riddle: Eating it with people is what makes it delicious, hm.

Riddle: Lilia-senpai, please teach me the recipe as well.

Riddle: I would like to make it for my dormmates who no doubt are fulfilling my duties while I am gone.

Lilia: Well, of course, I'd be happy to. I'll give you a proper lesson on how to make it, too.

Lilia: I'll have to tell them all about my adventures on this island. Kufufu, that's just another thing to look forward to this summer.

Requested by Anonymous.

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[claiestve]

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 ꨄ Elias

˜”* ❝𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴄᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ'ꜱ ʙᴏᴅʏ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“I just feel like there’s a lot of shit we’ve been through together, you know? It’s starting to feel like we could tackle anything together.” You hear Elias coming back into the room with the fruit you asked for. 

“Thank you,” You respond as he hands the bowl to you. “Continue what you were saying.”

The two of you had been having a conversation about how Elias feels like you were meant to be. It was a strange but sweet idea. The idea led to a deeper conversation than the two of you intended but you didn’t mind, it was extremely interesting. He also used some of his prior knowledge to explain his point which you didn’t understand at all but, you found it very endearing. 

“Like, I’m not entirely sure there’s an alternate universe but I’m leaning towards the idea every day and if I follow that theory, I feel like we would also be together in another universe. Like… maybe a universe where you save me this time. Or maybe one where we could just be free together, you know?”

You giggle a bit, “Would you even like me in another universe?”

Elias looks offended by the question. It was an obvious answer, plus, he just explained to you that he would. 

“Of course. Would you?”

You teasingly ‘hmm’ at the thought, knowing you would too. That’s what you’d be doing in another universe. Teasing him the way you do now and always will. That was just your dynamic with him and it hasn’t changed much. 

“Oh, c’mon! You wouldn’t like me in another universe?” He pouts at you. He’s lucky he’s persuasive in other ways because the whole ‘pouting’ thing did not suit him. 

“Ugh, I would! Calm down.”

“Oh, okay!” He sat there with a grin, “What about like… another planet?”

Of course, he’d use this conversation as an opportunity to talk about planets. It was his favorite thing after all. Talking about the two things he loves the most, you and astronomy. Even when you’d least expect it, he’d bring it up. However, this time was a little more predictable. 

“Hm? What planet?” You question him. You weren’t sure where he was going with this. 

“I don’t know… Wait! I have an idea! Say your favorite planet on three, and I’ll say mine.”

You nod and count to three. You didn’t know much about the planets or why one would be your favorite but yet again, you’d always been drawn to Saturn. It was one that actually interested you a bit. 

3, 2, 1

“Saturn?” You both answer at the same time. 

Out of disbelief, you look at Elias and smile. You didn’t think you two would have the same favorite planet. It was a pattern with you two though. There would be a lot that the two of you would be completely opposite about and then there would be things like this. 

“So…” He continued, “Would you want like me with you on Saturn?”

“Duh. I’d like you anywhere with me.”

Elias leaned down for a kiss but you fed him a strawberry instead. 

“Is it good?”

He mumbled while trying to quickly chew and swallow the strawberry. He was upset that you blocked his kiss but he couldn’t deny the deliciousness of the fruit. 

“Yeah, yeah it’s good but, I’m tryna taste something else.” He closes his eyes and leans down.

You feed him another fruit, this time being a piece of mango. You laughed at his hums of annoyance. 

“What?! You said something else so I gave you mango this time!”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

i had a sorta angsty elias fic like half done but for some reason i absolutely could not finish it so i bring u.... (short) fluff!

#zsakuva #asmr #sakuverse #zsakuvaxreader #elias #i cant lie this shit got me fluffed out #beware for the next fic

[poguesprincess]

pope with island gyal reader. like she came as part of a package deal w cleo. and she's a freaky lil thing. she is on pope day and night and what is he supposed to do but entertain her ;)

-🎧

as an island gyal, yes yes and yes

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

you were a loose cannon, to put it nicely— loud, intense, sporadic— a good balance for your partner in crime, cleo. who was, though a bit tempestuous, far more rational than you were. when the two of you became a part of the pogue’s crew, it was easy for you to get along with them. one of them, however, you got along with a little too well.

you weren’t shy by any means, and you always knew what you wanted. the second you laid eyes on him, you knew that something was pope.

you’d flirt shamelessly with him— in front of everyone and alone— unphased by the displeased groans and gags towards your unadulterated attempts to seduce the boy. what made it worse, was how shy he got. it only egged you on more.

“hey, brownin’!” you’d call out to him, snickering to yourself as the group— him included— dropped their heads back with a sigh, tired from your antics. he stumbled over to you, avoiding eye contact.

“first of all, i told you i don’t entirely understand what that means, and i’m not sure it’s exactly acceptable to say—“ you rolled your eyes, americans, “and i thought we agreed you’d stop calling me it?” he mumbled once he reached to you, glancing nervously behind him as jj and john b fake made-out with each other behind his back.

“we never agreed to it, pretty boy,” you reminded him, smile like a cheshire cat as you looked him up and down. you cut him off before he could begin arguing with you. he was always chatting back.

“come hang ‘round with me for a bit. i’m not feeling the beach just yet.”

he thought about it for a second, turning back to the group with an apologetic smile before taking your hand and running back to the chateau with you. he couldn’t say no to you— not with your perfectly sun-kissed skin, effortlessly tossed curls, and wild eyes. he thought you were gorgeous, to put it simply, and he found that his senses faltered whenever you asked him of anything.

thats how the two of you ended up with your mouths hurriedly pressed against each other’s, kisses all but wet and sloppy and frankly, gross. you were pushed up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and hands cupped to his face as you giggle in between kisses.

“my— what happened to the shy boy i was just with outside?” you managed in between the attacks of his lips. the minute he got a taste of you, he was hungry. you could hardly find time to breathe— but you were sweet and tasted of sea salt and mango and he couldn’t find it in him to care.

“not my fault you’re a freak,” he rasped, moving to attach his mouth to your neck, sucking on that one spot he’d discovered not to long ago and has since not left alone. it made your eyes roll to the back of your head, and the facade you often put on shrink down. you hated putting your walls down, but you found it progressively got easier with him.

“—and for the record,” he started again, “i’m not shy, you’re just vulgar”.

“that’s up for debate,” you smiled as he raised his head to meet your eyes, giggling as he dove his head back to your soft, plump lips.

the afternoon had long passed by the time the two of you finally made it back to the beach (not without you sneaking in the boy a handjob. you were addicted to the way he called your name when he came), and you swore that he would pass out from the amount of teasing the two of you received when you got back. you— you could handle it. you entertained it, even, joining in on the jokes and poking him in his side as you did. he struggled to do the same, hiding his face in his hands and groaning as jj shook him playfully.

when nighttime came around, he was usually the one to initiate with you. the sun was hotter in the caribbean than in obx, so you were more used to prolonged days in the sun, its fatiguing effects having less of an impact on you than it did him. it wore him down, making him downright clingy.

he’d drag you to the sea, both of you laughing as you tripped and clamored as you ran in the sand, before easing you into the water, a possessive hand at the back of your neck as he clashed his lips to yours for the millionth time that day, hand sneaking to rub you through the thin material of your bikini.

“who’s the freak now?”

“shut up.”

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱ #εïз pope prompt ! #pope heyward prompt #pope heyward #pope x reader

[ameliora-j]

— fame f❊cker 𐐪𐑂 michael clifford

𐐪𐑂 summary -> the four times you fucked a different member of the same band, and the one time they all found out 𐐪𐑂 A 5 PART SERIES

𐐪𐑂 content -> part one!, alcohol, bar meetcute, reader not rlly having boundaries, tipsy sex, non australian implied reader, tons of pet names (kitten, pretty girl, my love, etc.), unprotected piv, soft dom!mikey, stranger sex, degradation, praise, humiliation, slight feelings of insecurity (mikey), daddy kink, choking, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), slight size kink, creampie, THIS BLOG IS 18+ MDNI

𐐪𐑂 words -> 4.01k

Michael sits inside the dingy city bar, beer bottle in hand. The rest of the band are all strewn about the bar, having their go at girls, dancing and chatting them up—but he sits alone. Michael always was the least approached of the band members. Though, he didn’t mind—he liked being alone. He sits at the corner of the bar, his leather jacket hanging off the chair beside him so no one would attempt to sit with him.

That’s why, when you walk up to the bar and sneak right in between his legs, Michael is shocked. “‘Scuse me” you murmur to the man quietly, setting a hand on his thigh as you fit yourself between him and the bar. “Peach margarita please” you smile at the bartender.

By this point, he senses you’re already nearing drunk, the hand on his thigh being used to stabilize yourself rather than invade his personal bubble. He sets a hand on your hip to aid in your stabilization. His hand is large, warm and igniting a fire in your belly as he squeezes lightly at your hip.

“Sorry hun we’re out of peach flavor. I can do raspberry, strawberry, mango, or watermelon” the bartender smiles apologetically at you. You pout a bit, your shoulders sinking slightly in disappointment.

“Well… Can I get the most non-alcohol tasting drink with alcohol in it?” You ask, causing the girl to laugh a bit.

Michael’s interest is piqued further now, he thinks you’re just about the prettiest thing that’s ever come and forced itself upon his lap—and he’s thanking all his lucky stars you had. “She’ll take a tequila sunrise” he speaks up, smiling at the bartender, then you. “Put it on my tab” he adds.

At this, you turn to the mystery man who’s buying you alcohol—and whose lap you’re practically sat atop of. “If you think this means you’re getting your dick wet tonight, you’re insane… I hope you know” you hum softly.

Michael smirks a bit as he eyes you up and down. “Let me get this straight… You invade my personal space… practically sit on my lap… and then I’m insane for wanting to get my dick wet?” He lets out a genuine belly laugh at this, gazing at you.

Your face heats with embarrassment, finally realizing the position you’re in as you pull back and sit in the seat beside him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t… Uh…” You stammer, shaking your head nervously.

He smiles at this, gently tipping your chin up. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he mutters lowly, kissing the corner of your lips. “To answer your question,” he sips his beer, “no hun, don’t wanna get my dick wet” he shakes his head. “I’d like to chat a bit if that’s alright?” He tries. “If not, you can just take the drink and be on your way.” He nods.

You smile softly as you finally get a good look at him. He’s cute… Sweet. He kinda reminds you of a kitten. “Well… I suppose you did just buy me a drink” you smile softly. “And I could never in good conscience sit on a strange bar man’s lap and not offer him something in return” you joke softly as you make yourself comfortable.

The bartender brings your drink over quickly and you smile, thanking her as she sets it in front of you. “So… What brings you to this skimpy little dive bar?” You ask Michael.

“A beer” he smirks, holding up said drink. “And you?” He reciprocates.

“Apparently a tequila sunrise, Mr. Mystery Man” you giggle softly.

“Mr. Mystery Man?” He raises a brow—questioning, curious. In truth, he’s a bit shocked you don’t know who he is—but simultaneously thankful that he can just be himself. “I like that, Tequila Girl.” He jokes back.

“Tequila Girl is a new one” you hum softly, sipping your drink. “WOW! That is really good” you emphasize as you look over at him.

“Well I’m glad you like it, Tequila Girl” he smiles—soft but prideful as he lifts his glass bottle and tips it towards you. You clink your glass against his botte and smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Mystery Man” you say genuinely.

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Mr. Mystery Man—Michael, you had learned to be his name—was an excellent conversationalist. Not only that, he was easy to talk to. Charming, funny, smart—and extremely good looking.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation—about video games, cars, hobbies, music, your dreams, his dreams, you even delved a bit into each other’s backgrounds. The two of you became so absorbed in talking to each other that your drinks were long forgotten—until the bartender was telling you it was last call.

“Would you like to come hang out at my hotel?” Michael asks as you lift your purse onto your shoulder. “It’s been amazing talking to you, and I… Don’t want the night to end yet” he smiles—shy for the first time that evening.

That seals the deal for you—this guy could absolutely not get any cuter. You hum, pretending to think for a second before offering him a cute smile. “Only if you let me borrow more comfortable clothes” you nod, looking down at your short, sparkly sequined black dress and high heels.

“It’s a deal” he smiles back, nodding as he takes your hand. If you weren’t so infatuated with the man’s scent and eyes, you’d have noticed him hiding your face as he leads you out of the parking lot and up to a big black Range Rover. You’d been swooning over Michael all night, but when he opens your door and holds your hand to help you step into the truck, you downright fall in love on the spot.

The drive to his hotel is short, only about 15 minutes from the bar. When he opens your door for you and helps you out, you finally realize that for some reason or other he’s still hiding you in his jacket. You let out tipsy little giggles as you stumble a bit over your stilettos, walking so close to him. “Why am I hiding in here?” You whisper.

“I’ll tell you in the morning… Deal?” He hums softly, rubbing your back as you get into the elevator. “Just keep your head down, pretty girl” he hums, kissing the back of your head as you two step into the elevator.

For the moment you’re thankful your head is down because if you think your face was warming up as he calls you ‘pretty girl,’ then it’s damn near on fire as his lips press to your head. “Okay…” You whisper in a slight daze, your head swimming with lust and attraction. The two of you stand in the elevator for what feels like eternities, and when you step off, you see that you’re on the 60th floor.

“Room 60-304, love. Here we are” he smiles as he unlocks the door with his key card. You hold in a gasp as you step into the room, stilettos clicking against the marble floor.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, spinning around slowly as you glance at everything. He smiles softly, watching you twirl around the room. “Oo, Krispies!” You exclaim in excitement, rushing over to the mini bar. You reach forward, but pull your hand back a bit, remembering hotels charge for practically everything you touch.

“Go for anything you want, beautiful” he smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. You squeal in excitement, reaching forward once more and grabbing the Rice Krispies Treat. If he had to, Michael would pinpoint this moment in time as the first time he truly fell in love. “I’ll be right back hun, I’m gonna get ya some comfortable clothes.”

You smile softly around the treat in your mouth, nodding as you look at him. He then retreats to the bedroom, and you walk to the couch, making yourself comfortable. Michael was back within ten minutes, now shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants. He held a pair of basketball shorts and a large t-shirt in his hands for you, neatly folded as he held the stack out to you. “Thanks Mikey” you smile softly, wiping your Krispies crumbs on your dress as you take the clothes and go change in the bathroom.

He sits on the couch, flipping through for a movie as he waits for you to come back. Michael begins to worry when you take longer than ten minutes, and just as he’s about to go and check on you, you come out—hair wet, face cleaned and refreshed, and body swimming in his clothes. Michael never in his life would have imagined that the sight of a woman wearing comfortable clothes would turn him on this much.

He’s unsure if it’s because it’s his clothes, or if it’s because it’s you in his clothes… Or maybe it’s just you. But no matter, he’s fighting for nearly his life to hide the large boner straining against his sweatpants as he watches you walk over and sit on the couch. “Sorry… I felt sticky and wanted a shower” you explain shyly.

“Don’t apologize” he smiles softly. “Feel better?” He asks, smiling again as you nod. “Here, love” he hums, passing you a water bottle.

“Thanks, Mikey” you smile, taking a sip of your water. “So the accent tells me you’re clearly not from here… What brings you to town?” You ask curiously as you sit criss-cross applesauce and turn to face him.

“Would you believe me if I said vacation?” He asks, humming as he turns to face you.

“Honestly, not really. But mainly cus I live here so it’s so boring to me” you giggle. “How’s your vacation so far?” You smile.

“It’s only day one but I’d say it’s going really good so far” he smiles. “Have you lived here your entire life?” He asks you, causing you two to delve into your backgrounds and a bit of family history. It’s then when you realize you could listen to Michael speak for hours, even if he just spoke in circles.

You don’t even realize you’re not paying attention to him until a smirk begins to play on his lips. “What?” You whisper, blushing as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl” he hums softly. “Or… Were you not paying attention?” He taunts.

“I… No I was paying attention” you pout softly. “I was just… thinking” you mumble lamely, biting your lip and racking your brain for what question Michael possibly could have asked you. Going with the safest probability you hum and look up at him. “Yes” you nod.

Michael’s smirk widens, and he snorts a bit over an attempt to bite back a laugh. “Yes?” He asked softly, raising a brow.

“Don’t laugh!” You insist, crossing your arms with a frown. “What’s so wrong about it?” You huff.

“My love…” your face burns in embarrassment at the nickname, forcing back a smile. “I asked you what you like to do for fun,” he hums softly. Your face burns hotter now, realizing you’d been caught not paying attention. Maybe he doesn’t know why you’re not focusing on his words. This thought saves you from your embarrassment untill he proceeds to ask: “What’s got you so distracted, kitten?”

You whine softly at the petname, your hips shifting. “Mikey…” You whisper softly, looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes.

“Oh baby… You want it, don’t you?” He mocks, moving closer to you as he pushes your hair behind your ear. You nod, pouting at him as you reach to touch him. He tuts softly, shaking your head as he holds your wrists. “No my love… tell me what you want” he smirks.

You whine again, frowning at him. “Mikey…” You insist, trying to wriggle free. Michael, however, is having none of it. He raises a brow, doubling down as he stares at you with a fiery gaze. You get lost in the green of his pretty eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth as you whine a bit. “Want you, please…” you whisper.

“Awh honey… Just a few hours ago you were calling me insane for wanting to get my dick wet and now you’re practically begging for it” he mocks, pinching your cheek tauntingly. “You’re so cute” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing up your jaw.

“But you need to be louder” he orders. A gentle one, but assuring you knew that he was in charge, and you’d follow his orders for the night. Not that you had any qualms about that… This beautiful man that you’d met no more than four hours ago could throw you around like a ragdoll and you’d sing praises to his name without him having to ask.

“I want you… Mikey, I need you. Know you can make me feel really really good… Want it pretty please” you look up at him with a cute pout. The innocent look in your eyes has Michael’s cock twitching in his pants, biting his lip and groaning at your pathetically cute whiny voice.

Michael would be lying if he said watching you beg for him didn’t inflate his ego just a bit. There was a ton of guys in that bar tonight, hell the rest of his band was in that bar… but you chose him. You went home with him. He was the man you were about to spread yourself out for, give your body to. The man that you were begging to touch you and make you feel good.

The knowledge of the power he currently holds over you makes his cock even harder in his pants. He groans, giving up on his attempt at keeping composure as he pushes you back against the couch cushions, enveloping your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. You moan against his mouth, arching your back as his hands run over your body. “Pretty little thing” he mumbles as he pulls your shirt off, immediately kissing across your chest.

Michael’s hands are quick, but skillful as well. His fingers calloused due to the years of guitar playing, and you moan as the rough pads pinch at your already hardening nipples. You whine again, your hips bucking, causing your pulsing pussy to grind against his thigh as he fits himself between your legs. “Michael…” You breathe, moaning quietly.

“You make the prettiest noises baby” he murmurs softly, nipping down your neck. “‘Specially when you’re moaning my name” he mumbles, trailing kisses and hickies down your neck, to your chest. “Do it again” he growls quietly.

You gasp softly, arching your back a bit as you follow his orders, moaning his name once more. This time when you do, you lean up directly into his ear, breathing his name quietly as you tug at his hair. Michael groans at the sound of your voice, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Are you a virgin, pretty girl?” He teases.

“No, Daddy” you breathe softly, flushing in complete embarrassment as the honorific easily slips from your lips, your mind slipping quickly into a submissive haze. “I-I’m sorr-“ Michael stops your sentence almost as soon as it starts, squeezing a bit harder at your neck.

“Don’t apologize… Just keep saying it, Kitten” he smirks, leaning down and swallowing the moan that slips past your lips as he kisses you. He runs his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips before sneaking a hand beneath your basketball shorts. “Did you leave your panties off?” He smirks, rubbing his thumb over the bare slit of your pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl” he tuts softly, shaking his head.

You whine as the pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit, unable to help the jerk of your hips as you grind against his hand. He sucks in air through his teeth as his middle finger pushes into your slippery hole, grunting as he presses down on your tummy a bit. “That’s a tight little hole, baby… Dunno if my cock’s gonna fit in it.” He mocks.

“No… No can make it fit” you moan louder as he pushes another finger into your cunt. “You can make it fit I need it” you whine loudly, arching your back.

“You’re so adorably pathetic” he laughs, crooking his fingers up to hit your gspot. “Keep making those pretty noises for Daddy ‘n maybe I’ll get you nice ‘n wet with my mouth before I split you open on this big cock.” He chuckles.

“Yes” you moan, nodding. “Yes, please,” you whine, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Oh fuck Daddy, please” you moan, circling your hips on his fingers. “Y’make me feel so good… Stretching me so good” you moan. By this point, your moans have become practically incoherent, stringing any word you could think of together in an attempt to form a sentence as you fuck youreelf on his hand.

Michael can’t take it anymore. Your whines and begs nearly have him busting out of his pants before he’s tearing off your’s. He groans at the sight of your bare cunt, pushing your legs up to your chest before diving in. He moans, spitting on your cunt before licking a bold stripe from your weeping hole up to your pulsing clit. You whine, your hands flying to his hair and pushing his face impossibly closer to your cunt.

His beard drags against your sensitive pussy lips as his mouth envelops your cunt. You’re whining out his name, leaking into his mouth as tears of pleasure leak from the corner of your eyes. You’re nearly sent over the edge as his lips wrap around your fat clit, puckering as he roughly sucks at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling circles around it.

You whine loudly as you feel his fingers push into your entrance once more, a moan from him sending a shockwave to your cunt and igniting each nerve in your body causing your toes to curl and a loud moan to spill over your kiss-swollen lips. When you look down, you see Michael’s left hand wrapped around his thick cock. The head red and angry, dripping precum down onto the cushions of the couch as his hand strokes over it in quick motions. He’s grunting and groaning into your pussy, getting off on the taste of your and the sound of your moans alone.

Both of your heads are swimming in lust, Michael lost in his head as his ego inflates like a balloon hearing the amount of pleasure he’s causing you. The sound of him eating your cunt is filthy, making you impossibly wetter as you hear Michael’s slurps and grunts as he drinks from your cunt as if it’s a fountain of eternal youth. You tug at his long pink locks, the whiny little ‘Daddy’s spilling from your lips spurring him on as he moves faster. “Oh Daddy… Daddy please ‘m gonna cum” you whine, arching your back as you push his face even closer.

Michael chuckles as he pulls back, causing a perturbed whine to spill from your lips as you pout at him. “Oh baby… As much as I'd love to lick this little pussy until you cum… I wanna feel you squeezing my cock while you cum for me” he growls in your ear as he runs his cock through your slit.

Your hips buck as the head of his leaking cock nudges against your clit. Mikey pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a breath to calm himself as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. You whine at the stretch, pouting at him with wide eyes as your legs spread. “Please, Daddy…” you gasp.

“Fuck, Kitten” he groans as he slowly pushes his dick into you. “This tight cunt is gonna make me burst…” he grunts. “Gonna fuck this little pussy raw… Fill you up with my cum, pretty girl. Would you like that?” He taunts, moaning as he bottoms out, pressing down on your tummy.

“Yeah” you whimper. “Yeah, I like it a lot. Please” you breathe. Mikey’s awestruck at how quick he’s reduced you to nothing but moans and whines—soft cries of his name spilling from your lips as he fucks you slowly.

“You feel so good baby” he mumbles, his thumb coming to stroke against your clit. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had” he groans, pushing your leg up over his shoulder. You whine loudly as he pulls out and thrusts in once more, his cock kissing your gspot as your hips twitch.

“Big” you moan back, arching your back into him as he pulls your nipple between his lips. “Big-biggest… Big” you whine dumbly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Michael chuckles at how pathetic you sound, squeezing at your throat as his hips pick up the pace, chasing his impending orgasm as he licks, sucks, and bites at your nipples. “Whose pussy is this baby?” He teases, smoothing your hair back as he holds you close to him. “Tell Daddy who you belong to ‘n I’ll let you cum.”

You whine, clenching tightly around him as more arousal spills from your cunt, making your opening more slippery and allowing Michael easier access to fuck you as he pleased. “I know you want to, baby… I feel your little cunt squeezing me… Tryin’ to milk me dry” he groans, his forehead falling to your shoulder as sweat drips off of him. “All you gotta do is tell me who you belong to, Kitten, Daddy’ll let you cum” he cooes mockingly, gently stroking over your clit.

Your voice is stuck in your throat, your jaw dropped in pleasure as you practically fight to breathe. You choke over a loud moan, your nails clawing down his back as you look into his pretty green eyes. Then and only then do you finally find a voice as his cock presses to your gspot. “You” you finally choke out loudly. “It’s yours… Your pussy I… It belongs to you!” You whine. “Oh fuck please let me cum, please!” You beg, your legs shaking as you try to hold off for him.

“Only because you beg so so pretty, Kitten” he smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you moan. He holds your hip with his hand, keeping you pressed against his chest as he strokes over your clit. “Come on baby… Cum for Daddy ‘n I’ll fill you up” he whispered softly. “Keep your eyes on me baby, don’t close them” he hums, his hips stuttering as you squeeze around him.

You nod dumbly, your forehead pressed against his as you blink slowly. You swallow hard, your jaw dropping as your eyes roll back. “I’m… I’m… Cumming, ‘m cumming” you gasp around whines, your body shaking as you cum around Michael’s cock.

He groans as he feels the way you squeeze him, your cunt becoming impossibly tighter as he ruts into you. A cacophony of whines, moans, cries, and whines spill from your lips—your eyes never once breaking contact with Mikey’s as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Th-thank…” you gasp, your eyes rolling as you feel Mikey’s hips stuttering, his cock twitching against your gspot a few times before he presses his hips to your’s. His pelvis kisses your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix, spraying his cum deep into your awaiting womb as he lets out a symphony of moans.

He holds you to his chest as he cums, leaning in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You let out soft whimpers and whines against his lips as your body twitches against his. He pulls back slowly, smiling lovingly as he smoothes your hair back. “Such a good girl, baby” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

You hum softly as you smile lazily at him. “Thank you, Daddy…” you whisper quietly, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re so welcome, pretty girl” he smiles, kissing your nose gently as he pulls out slowly. “Now, let’s get you a bath.”

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Sugar

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: You wandered off without letting anyone know. Joel doesn't like that one bit and decides that he's had enough of your loud mouth.

+18 smut

p.s. don't like this at all but I felt bad for not posting after my last one, so here's this, dunno what it is but hope you like it, might or might not be writing something with tlou2 game Ellie ;)

 The days had begun to blend together. You didn’t know if it was Monday or Saturday. You didn’t even keep track of what month it was. All you knew was that it was winter. Living in New York had prepared you for this, while it was cold in Massachusetts, you felt like nothing compared to the winters in Brooklyn. 

You remember running around outside of the apartments. Playing with your neighbor's pitbull and scraping your knee because said pitbull kept chasing you around. You remember the sweet laughter that came from your mom when you told her what had happened. Oh your mom, how you miss your sweet mom and her voice, though the sound of her voice is starting to become a fog in your mind. 

You lost your mom on outbreak day. You had just turned 17 the day before, September 25, 2003. You remember that last day so vividly. Your mom took that week off because she wanted to spend more time with you. Luckily you had a few days off from school so you were home those days too. It was Thursday and you were sound asleep. In the kitchen was your mom preparing you a birthday breakfast. 

She came into your room singing ‘Las Mañanitas’ in the loudest voice she could muster. You woke up abruptly from the noise but once you found out what it was, you started laughing uncontrollably. You covered your face with your hands out of embarrassment, never knowing what to do when someone sang you happy birthday. Your mom was recording you with her big bulky camera. 

“Mami stop, I'm too old for this!” You exclaim, your laughter dying down a little as she sits beside you in your messy bed. She leans over and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Happy birthday mi amor”. She picks up a sliced mango from the plate she made you and plops it in your mouth. 

“Omg mami, it's so good” Your eyes roll back from the sweetness of the fruit. Mangos have always been your favorite fruit and your mom always makes a dish that has something to do with mangoes on your birthday. Last year it was pancakes with mango hearts on top. Today it was chocolate-covered mangos. “I got them from the little market on the corner of  8th Street. Marta said they just came in, so they're extra fresh just for you!” She says happily, admiring you. 

She sighs deeply and suddenly her face turns into one of glum. She grabs the plate from you and places it on your bedside table, she suddenly engulfs you in a tight hug. “My baby’s all grown up” she whispers in your ear. 

“Aww mami, it’s okay. You know I'm not leaving you anytime soon. I love you mami, thank you for always giving me what you could, and for never abandoning me even after Dad left, I know that was hard for us but especially for you. I’m so proud. You’re the best mommy ever. Te amo”. 

That was the last full conversation you remember having with your mom. It's been 20 years since then. You're now 37 walking down the streets of a gated community. The streets are completely stripped of any life form, that's not a surprise though, it's been like that for the past few years. The wind is slapping your face, causing tears to form in your eyes. There's garbage just scurrying the streets. No noise, just the whistles of the wind and your footsteps. You hadn't gone on a walk like this for a long time, despite everything it's quite peaceful. 

You just showered in Bill and Franks’s house, You're shivering from your wet hair, and if your mom was around she would have scolded you for it. You look around at this rural town, the few stores it had, and the empty houses that decorate the streets. It dawns on you that you can't even remember what life was like before the outbreak. Life is just being on the run, killing and surviving. You know nothing else. 

You’ve stopped in the middle of the street and closed your eyes. Trying to imagine what you would have been doing now in your life if none of this would've happened. You begin to imagine yourself in Brooklyn, you're married with a baby boy. Your mom is in the living room watching your baby boy, as you cook. Life would've been so great. But you can't help but think, what if it was all supposed to happen like this? What if this was the plan all along?

You’ve always been a firm believer of “things happen for a reason” but with everything that's happened, you've questioned your beliefs. You were raised religiously. Every Sunday you’d go to mass with your mom. And you were taught that God had plans for all of you, that he does everything for a reason, and that he’ll only give you things you can handle. But this? To you, this isn't something you could handle. How could you have worshiped someone that caused such great disaster to humankind? 

You just don't know what and who to believe in anymore. 

You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't hear the footsteps that were approaching. But somehow even so caught up in thought, you still had that sixth sense that drove your mother crazy. Within a second you pulled your gun out of the back of your jeans and pointed at whoever was behind you. 

The scene you have painted is quite funny. Your gun pointed straight at Joel Miller. Once your brain has fully registered that it's in fact Joel and not some infected, you lower the gun down and place it in the back of your jeans, a habit you picked up from Joel. 

“Jesus Joel!  You can’t just sneak up on me like that”. You play the dramatics out so Joel could feel bad for you, or get him to show some emotion. 

Since you met Joel like 5 months ago, he’s said very little and shown very little emotion. The only time you've ever seen a sliver of emotion is when he's with Ellie. It’s the only time he ever seems real. You see the way Ellie is starting to warm that grump's heart. But Ellie kind of has that effect on people, especially with those dumb puns she likes to tell you every chance she gets. She’s a good kid, so good that you feel terrible for what she’s gone through, she doesn't deserve all the bad she’s gotten. You don't know how much time you’ll spend with Ellie but you’re gonna try your hardest to give her a bit of normalcy, well as normal as you can in the world you live in. 

“What did I tell you about wandering by yourself? If you want to leave, tell me first”.  Joel scolds you. Let's just say it's not the first time you've left without a word. He got really upset at you that time. You swore that forehead vein was going to explode. He got all up in your face, saying that you can’t just wander around without him, that he needs to know where you are at all times, blah blah you have to learn to be responsible, more blah and blah about getting yourself killed. 

Just to shut him up, you promised you wouldn't do it again, but… well here you are. 

“Um, not to do it?” You end it with a questioning tone. He starts nodding his head at you, moving a few steps forward. “Right, and where are we right now y/n?” 

His tone is serious and harder than usual. 

“Dude, you're acting like I'm a kid, I'm not that much younger than you. I don't have to tell you where I'm going, I can protect myself”. You roll your eyes at him and cross your arms in front of your chest. You see Joel clench his jaw and his eyes moving from one of your eyes to the other. 

“Oh trust me, sweetheart, I know you're not a kid” What the hell is that supposed to mean? “But the way you just walk out of the house with not at least letting Ellie know where you're going, is you acting like a fucking kid, is it so hard to do what I fucking tell you?”  

You scoff at him, not believing the words that are coming out of his mouth. “Joel be fucking serious for once, will you? Where the fuck am I gonna go? Huh, tell me. There's nowhere to go. I don’t have to tell you where I’m going because frankly there’s nowhere to fucking go! you’re not my fucking dad, okay? So don’t come here yelling at me like I’m some helpless fucking kid”

That was a lot of fucks

At this point you’re yelling at him, you've moved closer to him. You hadn’t realized until you noticed your finger on his chest. You quickly remove it and storm away back into Bill and Frank's house, without letting Joel say anything else. You’ve truly had it. You can't handle Joel treating you like a kid. You're 37 for god's sake. You’d think he would take that into account. 

Once you're in the house, you hear the shower running. Ellie, she must still be wondering where you are. You head to the bathroom door and knock softly. “Ellie?” 

“Y/n?” Ellie yells from the other side of the door. 

“Yeah babe it's me, hey sorry about not telling you I left. I just went on a walk”. On the other side, Ellie’s eyebrows furrow into confusion. “Oh, I hadn't known you left, but thanks for telling me” 

“But Joel said-” 

Just then you hear his loud footsteps coming up the stairs. “Ellie I’ll be in the room, Let me know if you need anything”. As you walk away you hear the faint okay from Ellie. 

You quickly shut the door and stand by the windowsill. You know he’s probably going to come inside to yell at you some more because it seems that’s all he can do. You face the window. Your back to the door. The doorknob jiggles, it's an old house so things get a bit jammed. Joel finally got the door open, he steps and gently shuts the door. Your heart starts to pump faster. 

While you didn’t want to admit it, Joel makes you nervous. Not in an “I’m scared, he'll hurt me” kind of way but more because you think he's a hot grump that doesn't know how attractive he is kind of way. Yeah, Joel makes you want to pull out your hair but, you can’t deny that his overprotectiveness over you doesn't make you feel things you shouldn't. Especially because you think Joel just sees you as some kid who doesn't know what to do on their own.

The first time you met Joel a couple of months ago was when he found you and Ellie together in that abandoned apartment where the fireflies had set camp. He was on his own looking for a car battery or something. You were on your way out to meet with the others to start the journey to Boulder, which is where the University of Eastern Colorado is located at. There are doctors there that have claimed to help create a cure with the help of Ellie. You were skeptical at first, but if Marlene believes it, then there has to be some truth to it. 

He thought you were infected and tried to kill you, Marlene stepped in and explained to Joel what was going on. She was hurt before Joel came in. One of the fireflies somehow got infected and went crazy on the rest of the members in the complex. She had to fight him off, and while she didn’t get bit, the infected had toppled her into a piece of glass and she was bleeding heavily. 

You knew she wasn't going to make it, she was bleeding too much and you had nothing to help her. You felt absolutely useless, just standing there covering Ellie so she wouldn't see what had happened to Marlene. You knew Ellie couldn't handle seeing another loss. 

The last thing Marlene muttered was for Joel. She asked him to promise to take you and Ellie to the ruins of Boston and that the fireflies there would provide him with a car so he could take it to wherever he had to go. 

While they were talking, you took Joel's look in. He was older, had salt and pepper hair, taller than you, and very broad but soft at the same time. He was very sweaty and dirty, but that weirdly made you think he looked 10 times better. Once he agreed, you knew you were in trouble. You knew that when you developed a crush it wasn’t gonna go away anytime soon. That's exactly what happened. 

You remember that one time in the resort when the floor was flooded with water. He jumped in to prove to Ellie that the water was shallow. But all you could seem to notice was the way his shirt clung to his body. You don't know if he caught you, but if he did he didn’t say anything. Moral of the story, your little school girl on Joel never went away and while you hated when he screamed at you, you couldn't ignore the warmth you felt when he got all angry and up in your face.

You feel Joel's eyes on you, burning holes through you. Your breathing starts to get heavy. Joel was quick to notice that, more of the reason why he brought himself closer to you. You felt the heat of his body bouncing to your back. Joel sighed before letting himself talk. “Y/n?” 

You won’t give in easily, no. If he wants to apologize you're gonna make him work for it. Joel moves in closer to you, to try to get you to give in. He’s always known. He's caught you sneaking glances at him, your eyes glued to him, but he never acted on it, he also believed it was his delusions getting to him. He hasn't had contact with a girl for a long time. You’re the first person that has been with him for a long period of time. How wasn't he supposed to notice you? Not only that, but he thought you were one of the most beautiful girls he’s seen. 

“You don't have to talk to me, I just came here to say sorry. I shouldn't have said all that outside. I was just- um I was..” 

You didn't understand why it was so hard for Joel to admit that he cared about you. You know you said you weren't giving in but, you had the urge to say something. “You were just what Joel. I don't need your half-assed apology.” 

It's like your words made Joel switch from soft-spoken babble to that hard tone he used before, but now it was different. You weren't sure what made it sound different, you just know that there is something else laced in his tone. 

“Turn around, and look at me while you talk to me” His words alone had you turn into pure heat. But you didn't want to obey him.  He talks to you like he has power over you. That's not something you're going to take. 

“Didn't I tell you to stop telling me what to do Joel?” You turn to face him, the look on his face alone made you want to pull your hair out. His pupils were blown out, his face a little flush probably from the cold outside, and veins popping out everywhere. From his neck to his fists. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to grab your face forcefully. So hard that your lips were being squished together. “I’d watch that fucking tone sugar” 

Those fucking pet names, why can’t he just say your name like a fucking normal person

“I’ve let it slip before but a pretty girl like you shouldn’t have such a filthy mouth, you listen here. You want to be treated like an adult?” He’s looking at you waiting for a response. There’s no way you can physically move your mouth so you just nod. 

“Yeah?” he mocks you.

“So start fucking acting like one, stop with your temper tantrums. Bratty don’t look good on you sweetheart”. 

Why is this making you horny? 

Suddenly you’re not the loud-mouthed girl, you feel yourself slip into a submissive headspace. You wanna obey and definitely not make him mad, though it is a good look on him. 

He starts to feel a bit guilty for yelling at you but that quickly dissipates when he sees your pupils blown out and glazed over. He scoffs and lets go of your face. Your hand comes up to gently rub on where he was gripping you. He didn’t hurt you, just now you miss his touch. 

“You like that, don’t you? Like when I yell at you, hm?” 

Didnt even have to say anything. You gave yourself away when you brought your body closer to his. You’re looking up at him with glazed doe eyes. Asking for something without actually saying anything. 

Joel completely gets rid of any space between you and him. He encloses your jaw with his big hand. Tilts your head to be looking directly at him. He brings his face close to yours, you can feel his breath fan across your face. You try to reach his lips but he pulls away a bit, just enough to make a huff release from your mouth. 

“You’re a big girl, right? Use your words and tell me what you want”

“I want you” You mumble, a sudden wave of shyness engulfing you. He raises his eyebrow, in a fake confused face. “Hm? Can’t hear you darlin’, gon have to speak up” His smirk prominent as ever. 

You put on your sweetest smile, and the sweetest tone ever for him, “Joel I want you” 

And because Joel is well Joel, that’s not enough for him, he made you say it one more time before you couldn’t handle it and pushed yourself and smashed your lips onto his. His hands leave your jaw and immediately roaming and touching what he could, if it’s not him groping your ass, it’s him smoothing his hands across your back. 

Knew he was an ass man! 

He’s pulling you up by your thighs, now your legs around his waist. Your cunt pressed directly on his hard-on. The friction he created caused a slight whimper to escape you. Which riled him up, You feel him walking towards the bed. He breaks the kiss to throw you on the bed. 

“Gonna do what I’ve always wanted to” 

Warmth has spread everywhere, and you just hope that that wetness you feel in your panties hasn’t seeped through your jeans, you know Joel wouldn’t let that go. 

You get up on your elbows, watching him through hooded eyes. You haven’t done anything but you already feel drunk on him, he makes you feel woozy. 

He kneels before you, almost like a lion silently stalking toward its prey. Made your heart go crazy, you can feel your cunt throbbing just at the sight of him. He gently spreads your legs apart so he can get in between them. Placing kisses on your jean-clad legs. 

“Gonna take these off alright”

You nod at him, you haven’t said much because you honestly can’t believe this is happening. All those nights you’ve spent with your hand down your pants, palming away your ache with this exact picture in mind, and now it’s actually happening. 

He slowly peels your jeans off, admiring your black lace panties.

Thank fuck for that fully stocked victoria secret you stumbled across during a hunt

“Fuck, don’t know how good you look right now. All pretty and perched just waiting for me to have a taste of you” 

He’s going too slow, and doesn’t know much you can handle. You just need him to fuck you already. Need to feel him in you. It’s all you want. 

“J-Joel c’mon you’re torturing me” 

“There’s that mouth, been too quiet” He chuckles, leaving wet kisses on your thighs. He is so close to where you need him. While you wanna make him proud, you are still the same person, submissive or not you gotta throw in a quip.

“Thought my mouth was too filthy for you, didn’t think you liked it?” 

He didn’t like that though, instead of a kiss, he bit into your soft skin. Making you whimper and squirm in his grip. He quickly pressed a kiss where he but you. 

“Different between being mouthy and bratty. Love your mouth. Could hear you moaning and whimpering for me all day. Jus’ don’t like when you get that bratty attitude” 

“Makes me wanna fuck it out of you” 

His word has you bucking your hips for a bit of friction. “So do it, Joel, fuck the brattiness out of me” 

You yelp when he rips your panties off you. Hey! Those are the only cute ones you had. Immediately pressing his hot mouth to where you wanted him. Because you didn’t expect it, a loud moan comes out of your mouth. Your legs try to close but he grips your thighs apart. 

“This what you wanted, huh? Wanted me to eat this pretty little cunt out? Treat you like the filthy brat you are. Hm?” 

His words only spur you on, grinding your cunt on his face. “Y-yes Joel, ugmh- feels so good” 

He doesn’t stop, lapping his tongue up and down. Sucking your clit like it was candy. “Taste so good sugar, I could stay like this all day” 

While it felt good, it wasn’t enough. “Need more Joel, n-not enough please” You whine. Needing something else. His mouth doesn’t stop, but you feel his hand leave your thigh. He brings his fingers to your mouth. You knew just what to do, you took his two fingers and sucked on them. Swirling your tongue around both of them coating his finger with your saliva. He removes his fingers and you don’t miss the way his eyes went heavy when the string of spit connected your mouth to his fingers. 

“Such a dirty girl” 

His fingers tease your entrance, You clenching around nothing. You know you’re close you just need something else. He slowly inserts both his fingers into you. Letting you stretch around his fingers not moving them. 

“Joel need- Mmh, you to move. Porfavor- be nice”

He beings to slip them in and out eventually finishing that toe-curling pace. Your hands gripping onto his hair. His grunts vibrate and make you clench around his fingers. You feel that burning sensation in your tummy. 

“That’s it, baby, taking my fingers so well, being such a good girl for me” 

His mouth and fingers abusing your cunt. Making you scream his name.

“Joel, gonna c-cum, faster” 

He slowed his fingers, making you whine. “Your manners baby, don’t forget em” 

Once you muttered please he went ham on you. His tongue circling your clit, his fingers fucking you relentlessly. His other hand released your thigh and palmed your tits under your shirt, pinching your pebbled nipples. The new sensation brings you to your limit. 

You feel your tummy tightening. Joel feels you tensing. 

“C’mon baby let it go, You’re doing so good. Just hold on a little more for me” 

“C-cant Joel! 

“He pumps his fingers a few more times and you realize your sweet juices are all over his fingers. Making a sticky mess all over his face. He doesn’t mind, in fact, he’s bringing his fingers to taste you more, not wasting a bit of you. 

You’ve splayed yourself on the bed, chest breathing heavily. 

Joel licks you a bit more and cleans you up before properly cleaning you up. You squirm. Pulling Joel off you by his hair. “Ah! Joel, still sensitive” 

“Sorry sugar, just can’t get enough of ya” He leans in for a kiss and you immediately warm up again. 

“If I knew this is what it took to shut your bratty mouth up, would’ve done it a long time ago”. 

#pedro pascal #joel miller #Joel x reader #Joel miller smut #tlou #age gap Joel miller

[romeulusroy]

Fucking Married (Lukas Matsson x Roy!Sibling )

Character/s: Lukas, Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Roy, Logan

Word Count: 1,908

Inspired By: Fucking Married by Harriette

A/N: I love writing for Baby Roy so much omg. This song is the main inspiration, it's so good!!! I hope you guys like this as much as I do because I'm screaming!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Something bight and peachy hit your bloodline, warming you from the inside out. You could feel your cheeks heat up against his chest, swaying side to side. You pulled yourself closer, feeling unsteady on your feet. He laughs a little, kissing the top of your head, squeezing you harder. There isn’t a second of his life that goes by where he isn’t grateful for you. All of you. Music plays from the speaker of his phone in his pocket, an old one you’d heard thousands of times. About love and life and loss. One of his favorites. Of course he would pick this, you smiled. His hand on your back, the other in your hand, swaying softly. He even hums along to the chorus, not saying anything. Not patronizing you, or lecturing you, or reminding you how expensive this whole day was. He’s just grateful to have you to himself for a few moments, getting the dance you promised him regardless of the circumstances. Behind you, they gather by the bar, ordering for themselves. No one had told the staff it was all over. It wasn’t going to happen. The worked quickly, quietly, eagerly. The rest walked gingerly, serving appetizers on silver platters. It made their eyes light up, each grabbing greedily, knowing they hadn’t eaten much since yesterday. He spins you sweetly, making you laugh, feeling childish. At the sound of this, they perked up, their faces breaking out in grins. He always known how to get you to smile, even when you weren’t really feeling it. Even when you’d been crying minutes ago. 

Everyone else has gone, even the groom. Especially the groom. None thought to look here the way they had. Surrounded by colorful, oddly shaped glasses with toothpicks of fruit stabbed down the middle. Peach, mango, pineapple, apple, grapefruit. Mixed drinks of little rainbows, one spilled down the front of your white corset. No amount of rubbing will get that out. You shrug, grabbing for another. Thats how they found you. Drinking yourself drunk, chewing up the bits of fruit, hiding from everyone like you’d been doing since you were little. You were sure you stunk of some sixteen year olds favorite mixer, the sweetness of all this leaving you feeling bitter. Wronged. You were under the tables at the reception, crying softly, feeling yourself ease up a little. The whole morning had been nerve wracking. So much so you forgot how to breathe. Greeting everyone, thanking everyone, your own mother late, your father not showing up at all. You played the part, good enough to convince everyone else but yourself, and a few watchful eyes. Those that knew you, who saw you through it all, could see these pre-wedding jitters were more than that. You were petrified. Are you mad at me? You asked so much like a child, tucking your knees to your chest, trying to hide the skirt of your dress from their view. It was too big to hide under the tablecloth. Mad at you? Are you kidding? Come on kid, come and talk to us. You sniffled, chewing a cherry. When you didn’t even consider moving, you heard the groan of a man more than twice your age, watching him get to his knees. The rest protest, but he doesn’t listen. You wipe your cheeks, knowing you must look mad, your makeup ruined. He pokes his head through, wearing that familiar smile. The kind that promises everything will be okay, that you did the right thing, that he could never, ever be angry with you. It only makes you cry harder. I made a mistake. You repeat this over and over again, unable to catch your breath. He urges you out, unable to crawl under with you. Come on kiddo, it’s okay. It’ll be okay. No one’s mad at you. Eventually, you follow him out. 

Kendall taps Connors shoulder, wanting to cut in. His eyes meet yours, asking if this is okay. You nod, taking Kens hand. You rest your chin on his shoulder. He’s changed the song to something more his speed, not the kind of song to slow dance to of course. It looks and sounds ridiculous and yet, you can’t help but grin. It’s so him. You did the right thing. It comes out barely above a whisper. You don’t stop moving, though you hesitate for a second. You hadn’t thought about right and wrong, only that you were overcome with an overwhelming sense of dread. Not just today, though it was definitely amplified. Ever since he popped the question, ever since you were expected to say yes. What other choice did you have? Did I? The question comes out before you can stop it, your voice a lot shakier than you expected. Do you feel better? There’s not a second of hesitation. Of course you do. That sinking feeling was totally eradicated. You nod. Then you did the right thing. He made it sound so simple. It couldn’t be, could it? His hands on your waist, in your hand, always wrapped around you, like he was afraid you’d run. Maybe he knew all along. The look on his face said another story. Those knowing, self-assured eyes were wide pools of blue, calling after you, but you were too far to understand what exactly he was saying. He was hurt and angry. You hurt him. But you knew, if you went through with it, you’d hurt for the rest of your life. You were young, too young. You had so much more time, so many more mistakes to make. Not the kind like this. You’d only looked back once, to see his face. Kendall immediately stood up, holding him off from running after you. Were they speaking? You couldn’t see, only that your brother stopped him in his tracks. Connor stood in the middle of the aisle like a deer in the headlights. He was walking you down, not Logan. He hadn’t thought his appearance was necessary. How angry he’d be, you could picture it now, calling after you. He would have killed you. 

She turns off Kendalls awful music, putting on something that’s more your taste. Shiv holds her arms around your neck, and yours around hers. She looks beautiful, as always. What do you think Dad’s gonna say? Like a child, you fear the man in charge. If not him, then it would have been your husband. There is always an angry man in every scenario. She shrugs, searching your face, searching for the right words. He won’t be happy, she starts slowly, but it’s not like he can drag you down the aisle, right? She tilts her head to the side, a trait she’s carried with her all her life. I guess you’re right. Though it isn’t anymore comforting. She sees this, senses it, and tries to reassure you. Hey, hey he’ll understand. Maybe not now, but he will. You’ll always be his baby, no matter what. You think we haven’t colossally fucked up before? You try to hide your smile. Your smart sister, taking care of everyone. Where would you be without her? When you’d asked her to be your maid of honor, she was wary. You didn’t sound so sure. Not that you doubted her role for a second, rather that she’d take the brunt of the blame if you decided to take off, as if it were some great master plan between you and her. She would have taken that fall, though. She would have found a way to spin the narrative. Save both of you. She was always doing that: saving sinking ships. Is that what your marriage was, could have been? Probably. You weren’t a good match, you and him. You didn’t want your world to be business dinners and investors. You wanted to explore, see the world, make a name for yourself outside of the Roy/Matsson conglomerate. He was perfectly happy rotting away in meetings. You didn’t have the same interests, the same hobbies, nothing. He spoke Swedish in front of you, probably about you, constantly leaving you out of the conversation. What kind of life would you have lead? A bad one. A miserable one, no doubt. 

You know you can never come back to Sweden after this. You’re like banned, permanently, for life. You slap Roman on the chest, trying not to laugh. I’m serious! He will get every Swede on his side and they’ll all gang up on you. They’ll never forget the day you left him at the altar. That strikes something in you, a deep fear. Did you make a mistake? Was this the best you’d ever do and you ruined your chances? Quickly, Roman tries to undo what he’s done, of course with a joke. Kid, come on. Matsson as my brother? Barf. This is a good thing. You did a good thing, for everyone involved. Besides, you didn’t want to have sleep with that guy every day for the rest of your life, right? He’d get tired of looking at himself in the mirror every night. Roman pretended to snore, “dozing off” as you swayed, until your smile came back. You hadn’t even been involved in planning the wedding. His assistants took care of most of it. Not even the date or the place had been cleared by you. You were just expected to show up, get married, call it a day. Everything you’d heard about weddings were magical, the kind of thing that brought couples closer. He was in Sweden not long after you said yes, you in New York. you maybe talked twice a week, if you were lucky. It was almost laughable how silly it all was. Of course you ran. Of course you bailed. He was, essentially, a stranger. A handsome one maybe, if you were in the right mood, the right lighting, but still. Had your mother really bought this? Had everyone? Were they fucking stupid? Do you think he’s upset? Who, Matsson? Fuck no, he probably forgot all about it. He’s got, what, a thirty second memory? He always knew the best thing to say. They all did. Where’s the ring? Hm? The ring, what did you do with it? Oh. You’d thrown it over the deck of the reception dance floor, feeling too claustrophobic to leave it on. It fell down somewhere in the foggy wilderness. After that, you grabbed your tray of drinks and climbed under the table. Are you kidding? That’s hilarious. Roman laughed a hearty laugh, peering over the glass bannister. That things fuckin’ gone. Forever!  Lukas could spend the rest of his life, or his assistants life, searching. There was no way you’d go back to him, take back what you did. You could be wrong, but your whole family? It wasn’t often you and your siblings came to the same conclusion. When it came to this, though, you were all in agreement: he could go fuck himself. Everyone at the wedding could for not seeing this sooner. Let him cry like a little baby. Let him keep his money, his houses, his everything. All of sweden, too. You had your brothers and sister. They’d have your back no matter what, regardless of the situation. They’d look after you, look after your best interest at heart. Look on the brightside, Roman said, you’re saving a hell of a lot on the divorce. I gave it five years, tops.

#writing #lukas mattson #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson imagine #connor roy #connor roy x reader #connor roy imagine #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy imagine #shiv roy #shiv roy x reader #shiv roy imagine #roman roy #roman roy x reader #roman roy imagine #logan roy #logan roy x reader #logan roy imagine #succession #succession imagine #succession x reader #fem reader #x fem reader

[krystalskeleton]

1992.11.11 – RAW Magazine Interview with Izzy

Music

"Yeah, music is partially my saving grace. It's been part of my life every day of the week since I was a kid. It doesn't have to be a specific type of music, it can be any type because the whole of it takes you away from the mundane, every day sort of thing.

"Being on tour, I find it like a luxury item because when I'm on tour I don't have a big stereo, I have a Sony player that cost 50 bucks, it's mono and it has this tiny speaker. For the first couple of days I only had my walkman which is fine for airplanes, but otherwise they're a drag. I found myself looking in the window of these shops at these stereos and there was this one in Chicago which was four and a half feet long and three feet tall. It was this boom box with neon lights inside it. It was really freaky looking, but I ended up getting this small Sony because it would fit in my bag, it plays cassettes and it records so I can write songs on it too. I find that if I hear a stereo now, even if it's a PA at gigs and they're playing a tape, it's a luxury and I really enjoy it."

Food

"Indian food and pizza are my favourites. I stopped eating meat a few years ago. I don't eat red meat or chicken, but I eat fish. I stopped eating meat shortly after I stopped drinking and using drugs. I think it was a case of wanting to heal myself a little quicker rather than objecting to meat, plus there were some cases on the West Coast where people were dying after they'd eaten bad meat. I'm big on salads. Salads in America are just a couple of bits of dead lettuce, but over here people are a bit more conscientious.

But Indian food and pizza are my favourites and that's why Chicago is like heaven to me because you can get a pizza delivered at 5am and it's damn good pizza. There's a place there called Mama Mia and they deliver all night long. They've got pizzas that are two inches thick with like a cracker crust with fresh tomatoes on top. "

Drink

"I like mango lassi and sweet lassi from Indian restaurants. My second would be fresh squeezed orange juice. Those are the only things I drink. I gave up drinking because I just had enough of waking up in my own vomit and not remembering who I was hanging out with the night before, getting arrested and all that stuff. Waking up in jail, and that sort of thing became old for me and I finally realised that I had to stop this and figure it all out. It wasn't easy and it took a while. I feel a lot better for not doing it."

Hate

"It's destructive in nature. Sometimes you can get angry, but it usually doesn't help fix anything. If I hate something I just get hung up on it and dwell on it. I find it easier to try and dismiss it. Otherwise it's extra baggage to be carrying around. You see hatred every day on the TV and some other places and that's enough for me, I don't need to live with it anymore."

Rock 'N' Roll

"It's that life blood. You can't put your finger on it. For me it's that other thing that only people who listen to it or love it know what it is. To the rest of the world though it probably doesn't mean shit!(laughs)

" The funniest thing I ever heard in Guns N Roses was from this guy in Canada called Gabe. God, he was hilarious! He said he saw something on English TV once that said no matter how many records Elton John sold in 1976, there were still 40 billion Chinese people that don't give a fuck and that rang so true to me- this was back in '86 so I've always kept it in mind. It's true. If you look at the globe and spin it and put your finger wherever it lands there's people there who don't know what Rock 'N' Roll is. For people who do love it, though, it's their whole life. For me it's very special.

" We used to have Rock 'N' Roll bands come to play at our house when I was a real young kid. My dad used to have these parties and me and my brothers were beer runners. The bands were always downstairs and I always hung out with them. When you're a kid and these guys would show to play stuff on the drums, it was great. They'd play stuff like (Credence Clearwater Revival's) 'Proud Mary'. I was lucky 'cos I got to grow up with that. I've been hooked on that ever since."

Drugs

"It's up to each person. It doesn't do any good to tell people not to do it. If people want to do 'em then they're gonna do 'em. All I can say is for myself they stopped being a good thing. It became a complete pain in the ass. It was destroying me as a person and I got to the point where I decided to give up. It wasn't like I didn't know 'cos you go through a peroid where you know you're tearing yourself up. I knew I had to stop or everything was gonna go down the tubes."

Sex

"It's pretty important, but to a lot of people it's hard to understand that it doesn't mean much unless you care about the person you're with. I'm lucky, 'cos I do."

Love

"It's a great thing. Everybody needs it and wants it. Life can be pretty bleak without it. I've got a German shepherd and I've had him since he was a puppy, ya' know. I bought him when he was just a twerp. He's three years old, he's healthy, he's big and he can run 40 miles an hour and he's great. I love my dog!

"I've had a steady girl for a few years and it's a great thing. Love makes life a lot easier."

Work

" I worked in a car wash when I was 15. I worked where the cars come out and you have to dry the cars off. In the winter time with the wind chill it can be 10 or 20 below zero, and that was real work getting up at five or six in the morning. It was cold and you've got these towels that are freezing and you're washing these fuckers off. Music is more something that you love to do so it doesn't seem like work. The thought of having to get a real job is difficult. I was never that good at keeping a straight job and getting enough money to do what I wanted to do. At the same time I had to work as a kid. If you gotta do it you do it.

" I've had different jobs. I worked in pizzerias and I actually enjoyed that. That was one job that didn't feel like work unless there was a gig or concert that I wanted to go to. In that case I'd leave work early anyway. I actually liked cooking pizzas, flipping the dough and stuff was cool.

"If I had to get another real job I would probably work in a pizzeria, or I'd work in the car wash and I'd be on the front end. The front end is where the guys would pump gas and vacuum the cars, and these guys were always the envy of everyone else who had it rough. This was back in the '70s when people would drive around with big joints in their cars. They'd smoke half a joint and leave the rest so that when one guy pulls up with half a joint in his ashtray, what happens to the joint? It ends up in the pocket of the guys who are up front who'd smoke them! I think I'd rather work in a pizza place though where it's warm and there's music."

Photo © Paul Jendrasiak, 1993

#izzy stradlin #izzy #jeff isbell #jeffrey dean isbell #izzy stradlin and the ju ju hounds #gnr #guns n roses #gunsnroses #gunsnfuckinroses #80s rock #rockstars #80s #90s rock

[ramcharantitties]

Rasiya

part 2

Part 1

S/n - :D hey guys. I was on a trip to Udaipur with my college friends so I couldn't find time to complete this. I hope you like this!!

Ram pushed your shoulder down in a haste, indicating you to kneel as he unbuckled his pants. All the time, the fingers he used on you were untouched. When you finally paid attention to the bulge, you realised maybe you should have used only half the bottle. It strained out completely, veins popping on its side. It hung low, heavy, and you have already started feeling pain in your jaw.

Ram used the same glistening fingers to pump himself a few times, rubbing your wetness and whatever potion left on his length. You could hear the grunts, waiting for his next order. "You should have a taste of your doings too" he moved forward and grabbed the back of your head by your hair, pulling your face up. You took it as a motion to open your mouth and stuck your tongue out. Ram tapped his tip a few times on your tongue, the heavy slapping emitting sinful noise in the silent room. He grabbed your jaw, sliding his half length in your mouth.

Ram sighed, the warmth giving just a bit of relief, but still not enough. Slowly he started moving your jaw, increasing pace. Your tongue lapped all that was there on his length, hollowing your cheeks. A gutteral moan left him, as he leaned on the bed frame in front of him. You swirled your tongue around his tip, which made him throw his head back, eyes scrunched. It was too soon for your jaw to ache, but you couldn't help it. He was big. You wondered if it will fit inside you. Continuing your job, your hand reached out to the base and his balls, holding them with both your hands. You were ready to do anything to make him feel better. Ram's hand moved to the back of your head, pushing himself further in you. A string of your name left his lips, when you realised he was already close- that was sooner than normal. Is it because how pent up he was? Sloppily, you gagged on his cock, when he finally shot ropes of liquid. By his preference, you kept your mouth still, swallowing it all.

You wiped your lips, glossy doe eyes looking up at him. Ram cursed at how everything you did only made him lose bounds and fuck you. Ram breathed a few times, only to harshly pull you up, the effective potion still running in his blood stream. An unexpected voice left you at his aggressiveness, and he pushed you on the bed again. Like a sweet, juicy mango with the richest, intoxicating fruity smell, he couldn't help but pounce and latch his mouth on your neck. It sting, again. Your hands found themselves flat against his chest, your knees shut. His teeth gnawed at your skin, biting and licking. Ram's teeth moved down on you, his hands digging in your thighs. He tried to pry them open, only for him to feel your hands push on his chest. Feeling the hurt more than pleasure, you might have pushed him away on your own. There was absolute betrayal in his eyes, and yours had fear.

Ram's hand found your jaw, his fingers pressing and leaving marks on your cheeks. "You're gonna push me away?" You didn't recognise his voice. It was heavier and rougher. Breathing heavily, you nodded, denying nervously. Ram's eyes were blown out, his face held an unreadable expression. He pushed you back on the bed, leaving the room in a second. Was that it? Or have you made him so mad that he didn't want to be there? You stood up from the bed, standing by the bed frame. Should you apologise or wai- Ram barged in, holding a stick and some handkerchiefs.

A stick. Confusion and terror dawned on your body language- what was the stick for? You saw Ram tightly knot the ends of the stick with two handkerchiefs, leaving long ends of the handkerchiefs sticking out. Pulling on them, he was content that the cloth won't slide out. Without even looking at you, he picked you up and threw you on the bed, again. Before you could regain your balance, Ram was grabbing your feet and tying the loose ends of the cloth with them. What was he planning? By the time he was done, you were sprawled in front of him, legs wide, unable to move them because there was a stick tied between them. You gaped at the realisation. He then tied your hands together, on your back.

Ram stood in front of you as you laid on the bed, unable to move. He held the stick in his hands on the bed, raising it, along with your feet. Ripped muscles and buff chest, you have started to feel the flow of potion too. You couldn't even fathom what was happening when he flipped the stick 180 degree, and you landed on the bed on your stomach. A groan left your lips, your open hair stuck to your face. You couldn't even move your hands to fix them. The flip did give a bit of shock, but it might as well have made you wet. You weren't expecting such inventions from Ram right now.

He pulled your hips close to him, raising you on your shoulders and knees, moving the skirt out of the way. In a hurry he got on the bed behind you, pumping himself a few times. Till now you haven't really spoken anything- you didn't get to. You felt Ram's fingers grazing the inner lining of your underwear, occasionally touching your lips. You could only whimper when you felt his hand touch you aimlessly, and then a snapping sound resonated in the room. Feeling the cold and bareness, you were sure Ram had just snapped away your underwear in pieces.

You felt his tip on your lips and clit a few times, up and down motion, slightly scared about the size. Placing a hand on your lower back, Ram penetrated you with a moan. He was big, bigger than usual, if possible. You felt your walls trying taking him in. You knew Ram was animalistic right now and would not understand your needs, so you were sure he wasn't going to let you adjust. "ra- RAM! Please, wait" Ram's movements halted for a second. You believed that he understood, until he grabbed you by your throat and pulled your back against his chest.

"Why? Didn't my wife want me to be rougher?" You gaped at his question, when he completely pulled himself out and slammed in. You cried and fell in bed forward. His thrusting was relentless. It was alright when he was holding your hips, but you couldn't take it any longer when Ram grabbed the knot on your wrists on your back from one hand and the bed frame from another. He gave all in fucking you, if you like it not. It hurt first, but it started feeling better. Ram's girth stretched you out, tip pushing the cervix. The groans leaving his throat of your name added as a lubricant. You could feel his veins on your walls. There was electricity in your fingers, your tongue lolling out. From screaming his name you went to being a blabbering mess in quick seconds.

Your orgasm approached soon, making you whine and heave. Between the noises of moans and slapping, your voice almost gave out. "I-im gonna cum" You were sure he heard it, as he rubbed the skin of your back in response. The orgasm was as rough as the sex. You arched your back, pushing your ass in his groin. Your toes curled, eyes screwed shut. Ram continued his pace even then. You couldn't even grip the sheets, sure that you'll leave marks on your palm. You wondered how much stamina did the potion give him that he can't find relief till now. The bedsheet has turned darker by your drool and tears. Despite knowing you've already come once, Ram didn't slow down with the same force and speed that he continued ramming in you. You couldn't hold on to your position any longer, your knees and shoulders buckling out. You almost fell sideways on the bed, when Ram caught you and pulled himself out.

The emptiness felt weird at this, your hole contracting, missing him. He finally turned you over to face you- your hair stuck to your face, your eyes red and nose pink. A deep blush on your cheeks and lips plump. Your breast heaved up and down, cleavage visible. A trail of love bites made its way down. Your legs were apart, waiting for him. Ram swore he was hard again. Your tied hands were brought to the front above your head, and the privilege of having your blouse was taken away too. Ram kneaded the perfect mounds, brown nipples tweaking when he pinched them. You gasped, and moaned when he massaged your breast. Ram's hand made his way from the valley of your cleavage, up to your throat. Your big eyes stared at him when he grabbed the sides with his fingers. Ram entered you again and he knew it felt heavenly when he saw your eyes roll back. Keeping another hand on your abdomen, Ram fastened his speed.

The skin slapping was quick to fill the room. Your moans were high pitched mixed with Ram's grunts. There was nothing to help when you looked like that, your breast moving with every thrust. Soon, Ram took his hands off your body and placed them next to your head, looking at your blissed out face. You opened your eyes, both of you panting. His eyes were calmer, sweeter. Your hands made their way around his neck when you felt Ram grab your waist, and deeply push himself in you. Your head threw back. Ram's short and deep thrust along with you playing with his hair pushed both of you to the edge. He finally locked his lips with you, finally coming in you. You came again, your sweaty bodies slipping on each other.

Ram laid there on top of you, as you both were tired, you more than him. Ram moved on from you, quickly untying your feet and kissing your sore ankles. He then untied your hands and kissed them too, rubbing them. He then cleaned you up, followed by himself, and wore his clothes back. He then took off your sweaty clothes- which were freshly worn after a bath- and covered you in a blanket as you were sleeping. Seeing you asleep, he couldn't help but doze off too with you. Ram looked at the time- it was five when he came back home and it was half past eight now. He fell on the bed beside you, taking off his shirt again, cradling your figure.

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Tagging: @ramayantika @chaanv @houseofbreadpakoda @jkdaddy01

#ghungru #ram charan #rrr #rrr movie #desi tag #fanfic #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #smut oneshot #smut story #smut writing

[pillow-anime-talk]

gender swap.

request: how do you think a female wammy’s boys, lawliet and light would be?

# tags: headcanons; gender swap; slice of life; mostly fluff; maybe angst or drama; also comedy (a bit); sfw

includes: light yagami, l lawliet, beyond birthday, nate river, mail jeevas & mihael keehl {death note}

— LIGHT

↘ Oh, she is definitely one of the most beautiful women in the university and gets a scholarship every year for her academic achievements. She is not competitive and doesn’t try to be; she simply has an innate talent for quickly remembering informations and numbers and uses it to get the best grades, and thus awards or recognition among professors.

↘ She is not very interested in relationships; many boys chase after her, but she doesn’t care at all. Brown-haired girl much more prefers to focus on her career and private goals (both in the Kira case and her job in the investigative department).

↘ Nevertheless, if the situation requires it, she will use her charm and grace to achieve what she needs. This woman will stop at nothing when her own life is at stake.

— LAWLIET

↘ I imagine she’s wearing these cool, fluffy hoodies and huge pants tightly tightened around the waist. She is the definition of a woman who likes to play video games, drink energy drinks, watch anime and sit in her own room (alone).

↘ Just like the original L, she also likes sweets and juicy fruits. I imagine her favorites are mango or peaches. In my head I think that she is a vegetarian and cooks well to maintain a healthy, balanced diet based on the right products.

↘ She is an introvert and it’s hard to make friends with her, even though I personally find her a very attractive woman. However, she seems to be unapproachable and therefore has no success in friendship or love.

— BEYOND

↘ She is a loner who devotes herself to her own projects. She has at most one friend, but she lives alone in a small studio apartment with her beloved cat (she is definitely a cat-person).

↘ She studies criminology or forensic psychology and likes to listen to podcasts. She has very good grades, but very rarely appears in class (he comes to universities only when there are exams). The professors have no problem with her, but they know that she is a rather mysterious girl who struggles with personal problems. Nevertheless, she does very well, although she is an outcast.

↘ That girl enjoys night time and loves spending time with her cat while watching crime shows on Netflix. She definitely has trouble sleeping.

— NATE

↘ Another nerd. The best student in the year, the best student in the field and the best student in the entire university. In addition, she is artistically and musically talented (playing the violin and piano, #canon). Although she doesn’t have many friends, she is quite popular and her white hair catches the eye of most students. She is very liked by the professors, even if she looks at the window during classes and does not write anything in her notebook.

↘ I think she is fluent in French, German, English, Japanese and Swedish. She likes to learn new things – she remembers everything so easily. And also has a natural talent for this type of thing.

↘ She doesn’t have a driving license and is afraid to drive. She’s definitely using other people for a free ride.

— MAIL

↘ Not studying. I think she found work as a graphic designer, game tester or digital game designer. It’s something she likes and she’s really good at it. In the future, she would like to set up her own studio where she would create games.

↘ I have a vision in my head that she is sharing a room in an apartment with several people and she is that girl who likes to party and come home late. Plus, she smokes cigarettes and likes to sleep in late – a real example of a bad girl you don’t have to worry about if your boyfriend hangs out with her after school on a project.

↘ Nevertheless, she is a girl who sleeps with her favorite stuffed animal at night and I have no excuse for that, I just feel in my heart that she has a little brown teddy bear without one eye that she got from her favorite grandma and always sits on her bed waiting for her to come home.

— MIHAEL 

↘ She has many friends, but only one true bestie, with whom she is perfectly matched in characters. She swears, she smokes, she’s always late, she’s sophisticated, she’ll take your boyfriend away if you get in her way... She does not like nosy people and gossip about herself, which is why she always deals with such matters personally, preferably behind the walls of the building or between the garages.

↘ She is brutal and emotionless. She has definitely not yet met a person who could heal this little, wishing for happiness heart. Currently, she lives alone and spent nights in the arms of random men. She doesn’t mind.

↘ Somewhere in the back of my mind I have a vision that she has been to the police station more than once for theft or battery. But she has a rich dad, so she gets away with everything. 

#— 🍓 #death note #death note headcanon #death note headcanons #death note x reader #death note x you #death note x y/n #light yagami #light yagami headcanons #light yagami x reader #l lawliet #l lawliet headcanons #l lawliet x reader #beyond birthday #beyond birthday headcanons #beyond birthday x reader #mail jeevas #mail jeevas headcanons #mail jeevas x reader #near x reader #near #nate river #near headcanons #nate river headcanons #nate river x reader #mihael keehl #mihael keehl headcanons #mihael keehl x reader #mello #mello headcanons

[kenziegrey14]

you’re all i need || jj maybank x reader

set after the ending of season two, poguelandia.

requests are open! feedback always appreciated 🤍

the night was quiet and peaceful. all you can hear is the waves from the ocean crashing, seagulls chirping, and the fire cracking. you’re laying next to jj on his chest while you play with his fingers on his stomach.

you’ve been stuck on this random land you claimed as poguelandia for about two weeks now. you can’t lie it’s been exhausting. you miss having a bed, having the chance to shower whenever you need, whatever food you wanted. but you had jj, one of the only people keeping you sane.

“what is going on in your pretty little head, baby?” jj speaks, breaking the silence. i look up at him and smile, “nothing.” i reply. he doesn’t look too convinced.

“now don’t you lie to me, y/n. what’s up?” he says as he moves some strands of hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. “it’s just crazy how much life has changed this past year. you know?”

jj takes a deep breath, “yeah no kidding. i’m glad you’re safe. glad you’re still here dealing with me and my shit.” i chuckle softly. “after all of this? i ain’t ever leaving.”

“i wasn’t gonna let you either way baby,” he stops for a moment and stands up, pulling me with him. “come with me.” i nod and follow. sarah and john b look at us as we pass by, “that time of night?” he asks and we flip him off. “at least we go somewhere more private, dickhead.” he rolls his eyes.

once we get up to the top of the cliff and sits down and i sit next to him, taking his hand and putting it in my lap. “now it’s my turn to ask what’s going on in your head, my boy?” he chuckles.

“i’m just worried that once we get home you’re gonna realize how crazy this life is. you deserve so much better then whatever the hell this is, y/n. i mean shit we’re on a random ass island with only mangos. nothing. you’re so much better then this, so much potential that i ruined.”

i grab jj’s face and caress it, “baby there is nowhere and i mean nowhere i’d rather be then here. you’re all i need in this fucked up world. nobody else. if someone told me this is where i would end up if i got with you i still would’ve chose you. i love you.”

a tear falls down his face, which shocks me because he hardly ever cries in front of anyone. i’ve dated him for a year and half now and have only seen him cry a couple of times.

i wipe the tear and kiss him softly. once we break away he hugs me tight and hides in my neck. “it’s okay my sweet boy. i know you’re afraid, i promise i’m not going anywhere. i’m here for life.”

i feel him smile against my neck and i squeeze him tighter. i meant every word i said to him, he is the best thing that happened to me. i don’t care what happens as long as he’s there.

i lift his head and straddle him, moving away some stray hairs and kiss him. his hand go to my waist and i wrap my arms around his neck.

“guys come down! i think we found a way to get some fish!” we hear pope yell as things started to get more heated. we both sigh and get up. we run down to hear pope’s idea. “ok i made some sort of knife, it’s sharp enough to stab and get what we need. whose going first?”

i watch as jj volunteers with john b and they discuss their game plan. “alrighty! we will be back with hopefully some fish.” john b says before he kisses sarah and runs off.

jj comes by and kisses me softly, “thank you for the talk, pretty girl. be back soon so we can pick up where we left off.” he winks as i giggle and push him away, “okay i’ll keep you to that.” he smiles and runs off with john b.

the girls come by next to me, “you are fucking whipped for him,” sarah says. “so is jj. a sight we thought we would never see.” kie continues as i smile. “who woulda thought?” i replied as we laugh together.

yeah sure, this life is fucking insane. i’m 17 stranded on this damn island with a bunch of other stupid and reckless teenagers, but i wouldn’t have it any other way.

#jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #obx fanfiction #outerbanks #fanfic

[leeknowlover99]

Singles inferno with enhypen hyung line episode 3 inferno

previous part masterlist next part

pairings: heesung x reader, jay x reader, sunghoon x reader

word count: 4k

warnings: flirting, mentions of making out, anxiety, swearing, y/n is a bit indecisive

bright sun woke you up after staff pulled up the blinds. you blinked twice and realized where you are. all the memories coming back to you rapidly, arriving at inferno, first meal, couple matching, car ride with Heesung, dinner, swimming at night, Heesung’s lip on your while you made out in the kitchen. wait did that really happen? maybe it was just a dream? projection of your tired and overstimulated brain. you got so caught in your thoughts that the staff had to repeat themselves for the third time until you realized they are speaking to you.

“y/n please start getting ready. we’ll start filming you now. breakfast in 30 minutes!” someone rushed you to get up.

still very much in the haze you climbed out of your bed and headed to the bathroom. you quickly locked the door behind you. great, they were going to start filming right away so you had no chance of talking with Heesung about what happened at night. you started washing your face trying to get your brain to think faster. it was real. you knew it was. you still felt his burning touch and sweet taste of his lips. you immediately felt hot at the memory. now you needed the cold shower.

when you left the bathroom Heesung was already sitting in your bedroom fully dressed, styling his hair in front of the mirror.

“hi pretty” he greeted you with a bright smile.

“hi Hee” you smiled trying not to panic and went to grab your outfit. you packed short jeans skirt and corset for today. quite bold but you loved that combination. it looked super good on your body. after you got dressed you joined Heesung in front of the mirror to do your make up.

“wow look at you stunning as always. and we kinda matching” he winked at you. he was right, your skirt was matching with his dark blue shirt.

“is that destiny?” you decided to flirt just as he would.

“we’ll have to find out” he gazed at you with dark eyes. seems like memories from last night got to him too.

breakfast was such a feast, fruits, yogurts, pancakes, bacon, eggs - so many delicious things. you ate in silence sending each other knowing smiles and gazes. you wondered what will viewers think about your change of behavior compared to last evening.

“guys please talk, we need to make some content” director urged you finally.

you both laughed a little bit embarrassed but complied.

“so did you enjoy the last night?” Heesung asked with playful glint in his eyes.

you did not miss how he used word “night” specifically. you were sure what he was referring to.

“i enjoyed it more than i would like to admit” you answered munching on some mango.

“oh really?” he raised one eyebrow. “i enjoyed it too. a lot”

he grabbed a strawberry and handed it to you, you took a bite hesitantly surprised by his action. his fingers gently touched your lips as he was feeding you. it sent shivers down your spine, straight to your core.

“i’m wondering how coming back to inferno will be. i hope we spend a lot of time together.”

his words made something flatter in your stomach. but before you could respond loud announcement disturbed your breakfast.

“y/n you can’t come back to inferno with Heesung today” the voice said.

you mouth dropped and you looked at each both shocked and worried. did they found out about your kiss? are they going to expel you from the show? you started sweating. but were you the only one to blame?

“y/n new contestant is waiting for you in the lobby. please come back to inferno with him” voice continued.

Heesung eyes widened same as yours.

“what the fuck?” you asked surprised. Heesung looked angry now.

“what about me?” he asked.

“i have no idea what is going on.”

you were both mad confused. will Heesung have to come back alone? or will he even come back? you started to get worried.

“y/n you need to leave in ten” director urged you.

breakfast was abandoned, you quickly started to grab your stuff from around the apartment. many different emotions were stirring in your belly. you felt a tingle of excitement to meet the new contestant. but at the same time you were anxious and didn’t want to leave Hee.

„i don’t want you to go” he whined lying down in bed.

“i don’t want to be separated from you Hee, but we’ll see each other soon right?” you weren’t really sure.

“i guess” he didn’t look convinced. “don’t fall for another guy” he joked.

“and who said i fell for you?” you laughed.

“take care pretty” he said goodbye looking at you with a serious expression. for the moment you thought he was going to kiss you but then he stepped back and waved.

you made your way downstairs. bitter excitement buzzing in your veins. you carried your bag through the lobby. cameras shooting you from every angle. you felt like the star. white cabriolet waited for you in front of the hotel. inside you saw a sun kissed blonde guy in sunglasses. when he spotted you he immediately hopped off and opened the door for you.

“hello, i’m park jongseong, you can call me jay.” he introduced himself and you took a closer look at him.

he was very handsome and looked super cool with his precisely styled blond roots and undercut.

“hi, nice to meet you, i’m y/n” you responded sitting down in the car. Jay closed the door and circled the car to get in.

“what a way to make an entrance as a new contestant” you pointed at the elegant car. it looked expensive.

“a new contestant ?” he looked at you confused. “i thought it was you.”

you looked at him awkwardly. you had no idea what he meant.

“i joined yesterday with everyone, went to paradise and today they asked to leave my date and meet new person” you explained.

Jay’s eyes widened at your words.

“what the heck? it was the same for me!” he exclaimed.

“you were in inferno?” you looked at him questioning. was he trying to prank you?

“yes, me and other four people.”

“four?” you raised an eyebrow. “in my inferno there was six. everyone went to paradise.”

“wait does that mean there are two infernos?” he asked cautiously after few moments.

you thought about it for a second. it must be it, there’s no other explanation.

“looks like it” you confirmed quietly shocked at the discovery.

“we’ll find out for sure soon..”

you were still frozen from shock. Jay leaned over you, grabbed the seatbelt and fastened it for you. it made you blush involuntarily, he emanated such a masculine energy.

“let’s go?” he asked.

you nodded and he started the car.

“so they are separating the couples now? that’s interesting.” you commented after you drove for few minutes.

“not much separating on our side, me and Jia were the only couple.”

“oh really??” it meant you’re going to meet a lot of new people who hasn’t have a date yet.

“this season is so intense. so many things happening! i’m excited to find out what’s next” Jay started sharing. “i was actually surprised that there were only 5 persons, now it makes sense.”

“yeah i was wondering the same. also our island looks completely different. it’s very wild and hilly, there was a lot of walking.”

“oh so you’re going to enjoy my inferno. there are two beautiful beaches. i can’t wait to see sunset there, must be beautiful” his voice was soft and dreamy. you knew him for 15 minutes but already started to like his aura. it was so different from Heesung’s.

“but did you enjoy your evening in paradise?” you were too curious not to ask.

“the room was so pretty, super luxurious. and i ate delicious food. so it was pretty cool overall.”

“but did you enjoy the company?” you continued.

“hahah it was alright.” he didn’t seem very enthusiastic. “and you?”

“i really loved swimming at night, view was amazing. we had a good time.” you did not lie but also did not reveal too much. you knew you should be careful with your words.

“oh we didn’t go swimming, but we were in the spa, massage was great” he explained.

“that must’ve been so nice. if i ever go to paradise again i want to try it too” you got excited, you’ve never been in a spa, always too busy, but wanted to experience it since forever.

“i’m more than sure that you’ll go again” Jay answered and looked at you, keeping his eyes on your for few seconds. you felt heat both at his words and gaze. was he sending you a message? or are you reading into it too much? you wondered.

“we’re here” he announced as you made it to the helicopter. you unbuckled your seatbelt and starting getting up but he stopped you gently grabbing your wrist. it was first time you touched and you felt a jolt of excitement. “wait i’ll open the door for you.” he simply said.

Jay also took your bag, refusing your protests.

“it’s heavy, i got this, don’t worry” he assured.

you started walking towards the helicopter, but then you noticed something unusual.

“wait is someone already sitting inside?” you spotted a tall figure in there.

“hm looks like it.” Jay looked as surprised as you. “go in first” he gave you a helping hand and you stepped inside meeting the gaze with none other than Park Sunghoon.

“y/n hi” he waved visibly excited to see you.

“Sunghoon hi. what are you doing here?” you asked surprised but happy to see a familiar face.

Jay got inside the helicopter too and him and Sunghoon stared at each other in silence for the moment.

“i don’t think we met. i’m Jay” he spoke first.

“Sunghoon, nice to meet you.” he responded and looked at you question in his eyes.

“apparently there’s a second inferno. and we’re going there now” you started explaining.

“i was in paradise last night with a different girl but today they told me to pick up y/n from lobby and come back with her.” Jay added.

Sunghoon eyes widened.

“are you serious? that’s crazy!!”

“yeah i’m still shocked” you screamed as you already started going up and noise was making it hard to hear each other. “but where’s Soo-ah?”

“i think she left to our inferno. they told me that i’m not coming back with her and i should come down to the lobby.”

“ahh okay”

rest of the flight was spend in the silence. all three of you contemplating the new reality. it was only the second day and already so much was happening. you were sitting sandwiched between two super attractive males, and in the night you were making out with another one. it all felt crazy. too many thoughts were buzzing in your head, it felt like a helicopter was in your head too.

it felt like flight literally lasted only few seconds. you arrived at the island and it looked so different from the previous one. much smaller and less hilly. Jay continued being a gentleman and helped you get off the helicopter safely. now he was carrying your bag as all three of you were walking along the stony beach.

“wow it’s so pretty here” you awed looking around.

“it’s so cool. ours feels like a real inferno in comparison” Sunghoon agreed with you, also looking around with wide eyes.

“damn it must be really bad there. everyone is going to be so stunned when they see you. i bet they are not expecting it” Jay commented.

“i’m excited to meet everyone!” you felt curious about the remaining three contestants. you and Sunghoon were so lucky, you are going to know almost everyone now. only Jia staying a mystery. Jay offered you an arm as you were climbing up to the area where everyone was sitting. three figures were waiting for you at the long table. their heads turned in curiosity as you started getting closer.

“what’s going on?”

“oh my god”

you heard their voices as they realized that Jay came back without Jia but with two new people. you made it to the table and met their confused faces. it made you chuckle.

“Jay what is this?” asked a girl dressed in a float flowery dress.

“everyone meet Y/N and Sunghoon” he introduced you.

“i’m Yuri, nice to meet you” the flower girl responded first.

“hi, i’m Harin” said skinny girl with strong facial features, she was stunning. your first thought was that she must be a model.

“i’m soobin” the tall guy introduced himself. he seemed quite reserved but his half smile was adorable.

“they came from the second inferno” Jay dropped the bomb and proceeding to explain what’s going on.

they were all shocked and taken back. you told them the whole story while watching their surprised faces with amusement. it was so exciting. you noticed that Yuri was the most talkative and charming one out of the group while Harin and Soobin were hiding their emotions more and speaking less. Sunghoon also wasn’t talking a lot. you were wondering if he would prefer to be in your inferno instead of here.

after most of the questions were answered you decided it’s time for some rest before lunch. girls invited you to their room and you followed them. the place was small but cozy. three mattresses and little bed tables. girls said you can take Jia’s bed for now so you made yourself comfortable. you were glad you are finally able to rest a bit. this day was the crazy ride from the start.

“Y/N tell us all about the second inferno. it was three guys and three girls right?” Yuri immediately started the investigation sitting close to you. Harin kept her distance and sat by the opposite wall.

“yes, so you know me and sunghoon, i was in paradise with Heesung, he’s very playful and charming. Sunghoon went with Soo-ah, i would describe her as outgoing and loud” you tried to find words for a good synonym of annoying. but maybe you were just biased because Sunghoon seemed to like her. “and the third pair was Jake and Mina. Jake is very friendly, has like a golden retriever energy. and Mina is pretty much the same, super cool. i think they match really well.”

“wow, i really want to meet them now!” Yuri said with dreamy eyes. “but how was paradise? i was sad that i couldn’t go.”

“paradise was great, we had such a huge apartment with full windows. the view was insane. we ate a lot of good food and went swimming. it was a bit cold but nevertheless quite fun. so overall it was super cool. i hope you’ll be able to go soon!”

“how was Heesung?” now Harin asked the question.

“he’s so fun to be around, very flirty. i really had a good time with him” you tried to keep your answer short.

“but did he make your heart beat faster” Yuri continued questioning leaning in towards you.

“i guess” you responded hesitantly.

“ohhhh” the both giggled.

“and Sunghoon? do you think he likes the girl he went with?” Harin wondered.

“hm it’s hard to tell, but they seemed to click immediately in inferno” you responded.

“ah, he’s so in my type!” she confessed.

“it’s only day one, everything can change. but now you tell me about what’s up in this paradise!” you prompted them.

“Jia is the most beautiful person we’ve ever seen and she was so magnetic. the boys fell for her hard” Harin rolled her eyes at Yuris answer.

“yeah we didn’t have the chance.”

“ohh interesting, but Jay didn’t seem super enthusiastic when i asked.” you wondered out loud.

“‘maybe he wanted to keep it to himself or something” she shrugged.

“we were here all evening with Soobin but he’s very quiet, we didn’t talk much.” Yuri continued.

“maybe he needs some time to warm up” you made a guess.

“maybe, i hope he does. he’s quite cute.”

before lunch directors invited you to film an interview. they asked you multiple questions about paradise with Heesung, meeting Jay and arriving in second inferno. you were exhausted at the end of it trying to come up with the most honest but proper answers. after you were done you decided to stay at the beach where they were filming you and watch the sea. water was shining in the sunlight, like there was a million diamonds in it. soft waves were crashing against the rocks, pleasant sound of water filling your ears. you were trying to process all that was happening. even though only few hours passed you missed Heesung, you felt more secure when he was around. now it felt like you were left alone. you wondered what he was doing, was he as confused as you? or maybe everything was easy for him? you felt sharp stabbing in your chest when you thought about the possibility of him falling for Jia. she seemed amazing from girls stories. maybe she’ll make him forget you. you tried to push these thoughts away and focus on the present. you had the opportunity to get to know Sunghoon now. after all he was the one who caught your eye first. but he did seemed a bit reserved. you met his eyes few times as you were talking at the table but he always quickly broke the eye contact. and there was also the fact that Harin was interested in him too. you still wanted to talk with him though. but there was also Jay. he made a great first impression on you and was able to keep it. so good looking and such a gentleman, he was making your heart flatter. but again he was in paradise with Jia and you wondered if he liked it. maybe he didn’t want anyone disturbing him now. you were walking along the beach and over analyzing everything. you wish things were more simple for you but you were always the type of person who hyper fixated on things and analyzed too much. it is supposed to be fun. just do what you feel like at the moment. you reminded yourself.

you were about to head back to girls when you noticed someone walking towards you. you squinted your eyes to recognize the person. it was Jay.

“hey y/n! i brought an umbrella so you don’t get sunburnt” he said approaching you and opened an umbrella for you.

“thank you, i completely forgot about it” you laughed.

“what are you doing here all alone?”

“i think i just needed a little break. to be alone and breath, so much happened today, it’s crazy” you explained. you felt comfortable around Jay and you trusted him enough to be completely honest.

“ahh i see, understandable. so are you an I?”

“yeah hahah, i need my alone time to recharge.” you smiled. “and you? you look like an E.”

“good guess. but i still get you. sometimes i’m exhausted after socializing too much.”

“but the view of the sea calmed me down. it’s so pretty here. it almost doesn’t feel like an inferno” you admitted. you were already feeling a little bit better and conversation with Jay was helping as well.

“wait for the food and you will change your mind. and by the way lunch will be soon so i think we should head back to others.”

“oh right, let’s go.”

lunch was no where near the feast you had in paradise but it wasn’t bad - chicken and cucumbers. you peeled cucumbers with Yuri and Jay while others opened chicken cans and prepared water.

“i guess cucumber is better than carrot” Sunghoon laughed.

“ah i want to go to the paradise and eat all the delicious food” Yuri pouted.

“it’s so good trust me, i had steak yesterday and it was one of the best i’ve even tried” Jay shared.

“ah don’t talk about steak now, we’re miserable in here” Soobin nudged him playfully.

“the longer you spend in inferno the sweeter paradise will be” Harin said.

“i think i miss coffee the most” Yuri added.

“iced coffee would be so perfect now, it’s way too hot in here” you commented.

“yeah morning and evening is good but the middle of the day is like hell.”

suddenly an announcement interrupted your conversations.

“singles there will be couple matching today. it will start in an hour.”

you almost choked on your cucumber, Sunghoon patting your back to help you.

“thank you” you smiled at him.

“yah this is crazy! how are we supposed to chose someone!” Yuri exclaimed.

“we need to talk with others now so we can decide better” Harin proposed.

“yeah i think it would be good to talk more. we barely got any time” Jay agreed.

“Sunghoon can we talk first?” Harin made her move.

in a span of minutes everyone coupled up to have some quick conversation. at first you were left at the table with Soobin. you made some small talk, but you didn’t really feel the flow between you two. he was cute and handsome but not your type. you felt a bit awkward talking to him. next Jay approached you.

“Y/N let’s go for a walk” you agreed with a smile.

you felt more comfortable in his company and topics naturally came up during conversation.

“ahh it’s so amazing that you like to cook, i wouldn’t say i’m a master chef but really like it too. but i am not that much of a baker” you were babbling.

“i don’t have much occasions to bake but definitely want to try it too in the future. i was thinking about making cinnamon rolls.”

“i love cinnamon rolls!” you jumped in excitement.

“i’m getting all hungry from that conversation. i hope i’ll get to eat something delicious in paradise today.” you didn’t miss the allusion this time.

“me too. i want to order some sea food” you smiled at him.

“fingers crossed for good food today” he joked as you made your way back from the walk.

Sunghoon was waiting for you next to girls room.

“let’s get inside and hide from the sun” he invited you when you and Jay parted your ways.

“did you talk with everyone already?” you asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

“yeah and you?” Sunghoon plopped down next to you.

“i did too. so much is happening it’s hard to keep up.”

“it’s a bit overwhelming. but for me i immediately feel if i could like someone or not” Sunghoon confessed.

“hm so have you decided already?”

“not yet” he turned his head towards you keeping intense eye contact. his face was so unreal, he looked like a sculpted god. “did you enjoy paradise with Heesung?”

“it was fun” you kept your answer short. “and you with Soo-ah?”

“it was good, it made me realize something” oh he was being mysterious. you couldn’t figure him out. “did you talk with the girls?”

“yeah we had a whole gossip sesh” you laughed.

“hahaha i knew it! i told the boys that you probably know everything now. but don’t worry we chatted with the boys too.”

“so you know who likes who?” you raised your eyebrow studying his face.

“i might know some things. but i won’t tell. bro code is real.”

“i guess that’s good. it means you can keep a secret.”

“of course i can. don’t ever offend me like that” he nudged you playfully.

“sorry sir, my bad” you nudged him back.

loud knocking on the door interrupted your laugh.

“sunghoon, y/n time to chose. write the name of the person you want to go with on the ticket and throw it in the mailbox.” director explained to you handing you paper and pen.

you had five minutes to make a decision. you considered it for a bit but decided not to give it too much thought and went with your gut feeling. you wrote the name of the person and threw the ticket in the box. now you could only hope he had chosen you as well.

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So in the Shadowpeach route of the "Reincarnated LBD" au idea, Mac becomes pregnant in Yuebei while having the Canon!Eclipse twins (mini female Macs with SWK's eyes) or another version of the Eclipse twins?

Well it's going to be an interesting discussion with the gang when they ask what's going on.

MK : Hey Monk- Are those baby clones of Mac?

SWK : Well...

Eclipse opens their eyes (SWK's eyes) and smiles eerily similar to a certain King.

LMK Gang : ...What...

SWK : Also we found out what to do with the soul...

Mac : I am craving for noodles and tea.

LMK Gang : ...What...

Referencing previous "Reincarnated LBD" post. Heavily inspo by @ninjasmudge's "Double Trouble" au.

Its the Canon!Eclipse twins!

Basically they started as little shadow clones who stuck around longer than usual.

Macaque and Wukong were tackling some old confliction emotions on 1: Being back together, and 2: The fact that they never managed to have kids back in the day. And since Macaque was being used as a "fridge" for the New Soul/LBD's soul, he needed to leech soul energy/magic off someone super-powerful like Wukong to stay healthy.

Recipe: Intense shared emotions + shared soul magic + smouldering desire for kids + primordial monkey powers = A pair of shadowy baby monkey demons popping out of Macaque that have his and Wukong's dna.

Macaque & Wukong: *staring into the makeshift nest/crib* Macaque: "I blame you." Wukong: "What!? Why me? They popped out of you!" Macaque: "We've been sharing *soul energy* Wukong! Why our powers manifested this way is a complete mystery to-" Eclipse Twins: *interupts arguing with adorable sleepy yawns* Macaque & Wukong: *overwhelmed by cuteness* (－‸ლ) (´∀｀)♡ Macaque, realising: "Oh sweet Buddha... I think I know why." Wukong: "We wanted kids. Remember we talked about starting a family before I got mountain'd? Guess I never really... lost that want." Macaque: "And now we have kids..." Wukong: "Well at least we know we make super adorable babies." *kisses the twins' noses* Eclipse Twins: *bleps happily* :p Macaque: "I make adorable babies."

(Later when the gang visits)

MK: "How???" Macaque, holding a twin: "In short; Wukong got me shadow-pregnant." Wukong, holding the other twin: "Takes two to tango, mango!" MK: "...I'm regret asking. In any case; Red Son says there's an easy way to relocate the Soul!" Red Son: "The easiest way in theory is to create a new body for it to inhabit i.e find a person capable of becoming pregnant, and let the soul settle in as a future child. My parents have already agreed to host the other fragment we found." Wukong & Macaque: *share a look* MK, dreading: "Whats with the faces?" Macaque: "I have good news and bad news. Bad news is, I have no idea where the fragment I had went." MK: "Whats the good news!?" Wukong: "We think it sorta just petered into these little guys!" *nuzzles babies* Eclipse Twins: *delighted chirping!* MK: "Ok, phew! That solves that."

The gang later tries to voice concerns that the twin shadow monkeys might have parts of LDB's powers, but they lose all worry the second they're allowed to hold them for the first time. Too adorable to be scared of.

(later again)

Macaque, thinking really hard: "Wait... after the fight didn't me and Wukong- oh sweet Guanyin."

Mac is gonna wait a bit before voicing his new theory.

Now if a certain Lion were to mind his own damn business...

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