#and he couldn’t throw his voice let alone stop his lips from moving while he did it LOL

[beeprich]

“Richie had about a dozen different Voices. His ambition, he had told Eddie one rainy afternoon when they were in the little raftered room over the Kaspbrak garage reading Little Lulu comic books, was to become the world’s greatest ventriloquist.”

- Stephen King, IT, p.303

#and then Eddie saying but all of Richie’s voices just sounded like Richie 😭 #and he couldn’t throw his voice let alone stop his lips from moving while he did it LOL #I love you Richie tozier #richie Tozier #NRI

[amyminhminh]

⋆*･ﾟ You ⋆ ☾*･ﾟ:

Tags: Wanderer x reader, gn!reader

Summary: Wanderer misses your presence while you are away and fortunately, you come back home.

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Wanderer flipped the pages begrudgingly, his tired eyes drooping under the dim light.

Kusanali had made him write more theses more often lately, and not to mention his additional work of helping the young god around Sumeru. Everything was taking a toll on him and he didn’t like it one bit.

His beloved was out at that time. He missed your presence. Your sweet scent. Your voice… Your everything. He just wanted to see your small form slipping through the door of your shared home, tip-toeing on the floor boards to surprise him. He craved to feel your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he finally relaxed in your embrace. That way, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything else.

“Hah…”

Puppets like him don’t experience exhaustion, yet his eyes threatened to close at any given moment. He didn’t want to write theses anymore. The only thing he wanted then was you. And you alone.

He was in a trance, thinking of you. He could feel the presence of your arms snaking their way on his tensed shoulder blades, hugging him from behind. Your intoxicatingly sweet smell tickled his senses. He breathed out in a huff.

“Boo.”

His eyes snapped open as he tensed up. He let his guard down. He would and had never let his guard down like that. But he did.

A head appeared in view and he froze like a statue. He would have activated his vision and attacked at that moment, but his body refused to move.

The thought went away as soon as he recognized the face that he had been yearning for.

“What’s got you so tense? Missed me so much?”

Your eyelashes fluttered at the sight of him working on his theses. He hated writing them but he just couldn’t bring himself to reject Lesser Lord Kusanali. Everytime complaints escaped from his lips, you would always ruffle his hair, treating him like a little kid throwing a tantrum over spilled ice cream. But what a sweetheart you were. You would often offer help if you had time, and he appreciated that.

You were always so kind, so understanding… to everyone. Even to strangers. It made him worry about your safety whenever you had the need to go outside without him. And having been betrayed three times in his life, he wanted you to show your kindness towards only him.

Sometimes he just wanted to lock you up in the house to protect you. To love you. To have all your affection for himself.

“Wanderer? Whatcha thinking about?”

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Slapping himself internally, he sighed at the overflowing thoughts circling around his artificial mind. He needed to stop with his possessiveness. It reminded him of…

Nevermind. It seemed like he stayed silent for too long.

“Nothing. Just brainstorming some ideas for theses.”

On your plump lips plastered a smile. The same smile he had adored from the first time he met you.

“You seem tired. You should take a rest. And don’t pull the ‘I’m a puppet, I don’t feel tired!’ on me. You sound like that adeptus from Liyue I know.”

Liyue? Adeptus? There you went, going around all places and meeting new people. Not like he could stop you. But he just couldn’t help the jealousy bubbling up inside his body, urging him to take action. Though he wouldn’t do things like those characters in novels. Yanderes… if he recalled correctly. The novel he had read was published by the Yae Publishing House. Yeah, Inazuma. He knew. But he had to admit the writing style was quite… enthralling to say the least. And a bit provocative, he had to add. All of the phrasing in the book made his mind wander to a certain fox…

Back to the point, all of the yandere’s actions were what his Fatui self would do. He as Wanderer would not cage you inside and punish you for being too close to others.

Or would he?

“Hey, you seem out of it today. What’s wrong? Are the theses’ topics too hard to work on? You know what, I’m taking these. You need rest and I, myself will guard by your side so you can have your beauty sleep!”

Your lips touched the tip of his ear like gentle sakura petals fluttering down in the start of spring. The soft breathing of yours sent pleasant vibrations to his body.

“And I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer!”

For a moment, your lips fluttered against his forehead, then his nose, then his cheek. You kissed everywhere on his pale porcelain face. Your kisses were coaxing him to sleep. But you left his lips alone. As if you were teasing him, you didn’t even bother eyeing them.

“Alright. I will freshen up and join you in bed.”

Wait. No kiss?

He could not believe it. His hand rushed to take hold of your wrist and twirled you around to meet his face. Time seemed to slow down as he smashed his lips onto yours, feeling your breath hitch among light gasps.

Two bodies squished up to one another on the sofa. The house was only brightened up by small lamps, competing with the twinkling of the stars in the vast dark sky he once called fake. Beautiful as it was, it could not compare to the sight of you leaning onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck, head leaning back as he peppered featherlight kisses on your neck.

He was suppressing his desire to just throw you on the soft sheets and bury his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that had his mind go hazy. He could not deny that the presence of you being there had boosted his energy somewhat. The strange grogginess had disappeared the second you came in. He wanted you so badly that it was hurting. But he needed to consider the fact that you had just come home, your rest was necessary. Perhaps he would have to wait until the next sun rose up…

“Wanderer…”

Lifting his head to look into your eyes, he gazed at you as if you were the most enchanting thing in the world. And you are.

“I love you.”

“So much.”

“What’s with the sudden affection?”

A chuckle rose from your throat as his eyes bore into yours, twinkling in the warm light.

“I love you, too. Now, come on… don’t you want me to freshen up? Let go, you big man baby… Actually, minus the big part-”

Before he could react, your frame sprung up from the couch and you sped to the bathroom, not forgetting to stick your tongue out at his face.

“I’m going to get you back for this…”

He huffed out with a sigh. Without noticing, the corners of his lips curled up into a slight smile. This was what he had always wanted. To love you.

And to be loved by you.

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Word count: 1162 words

#wanderer x reader #wanderer #scaramouche #genshin #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader

[satrs]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝☆.｡

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ;° 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Shidou Ryusei. Barou Shoei. Michael Kaiser. Alexis Ness. 

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.2k

Tags; !NSFW CONTENT MDNI! riding (duh). unprotected sex. dirty talk. teasing. cockwarming(?). size kink(Barou). overstim. nicknames (baby, good girl, darling, princess). edging (Ness).  nipple play (kaiser).

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! // NOT PROOFREAD!

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

“Keep goin’”, he egged you on, motivating you too increase your speed. Thighs burning from the rentless movement of your hips, wishing for just at least a little bit of Ryusei’s support. 

He on the other hand, laid back, both of his hands positioned on the back of his head, enjoying the show.

 “Please, Ryu! Can’t do it alone!” Your mewls caused him to throb inside of you, lustful smirk adoring his handsome face. “C’mon baby, you can do it. Your a big girl, hmm?“ 

You couldn’t handle the teasing anymore, pleading and begging him too take over and stop his teasing antics.

Deciding to put an end to your endless pleas, he placed both of his hands on either side of your hips, holding them in place. 

Before you could start to protest, he snapped his hips up into you rapidly, ripping out a loud moan off your lips. Ryusei let out a fereal groan as he felt your pussy clench thighly around him. “Fuckkkk, just like that”, he breathed out.

You soon felt the familiar knot at the pit of your stomach, high pitched moan errupting out of you, tears forming at your underlashes from the sheer amount pleasure he was giving you, blurring your vision.

“Shit, you close baby?”, he questioned, strong rythm of his hips never once stopping. You were quick to nod your head frantically, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you closely aproached your high.

“Me too, baby. Give it too me- fuck! Cum ‘round my dick”, his voiced laced in immense lust, low moans leaving his mouth - you just feel too good around him.

It only took you one more of his sharp thursts too fall over the edge, face twisting at the euphoric feeling, babbling cries of his name over and over.

“Fuck- take it baby, take it all”, he moaned out, fluids painting your velvet walls. Your body dissapointing your mind, falling on top of Shidou out of exhaustion. 

You felt his hot breath against your neck, peppering kisses on your neck. His hard grip on your hips letting go, thumb drawing soft circles onto your hip.

“You can give me one more, right baby?”

BAROU SHOEI.

It was so overwhelming - taking in his great size, your walls fluttering around him. 

“Taking me like a champ. What a good girl”, he mumbled under his breath, big hands roughly taking ahold of your rear, giving it a firm squeeze.

 “’s so good, so good, Sho’.” Your mind was filled with lust, needily grinding your hips down onto his dick. You choked on a moan as his hips stuttered up into yours in need. 

Growing more needy with every second passing, you began too moving up and down on him, skin smacking against each other. He began too melt like putty in your hands, throwing the back of his hand onto his face while thightly shutting his eyes, other hand having an iron grip on your hip in an attempt to slow down your forceful movements.

“I’ll cum if you keep fuckin’ me like - shittt, like that, princess.” Barou’s mind was no longer able to think straight, only thing on his mind being your walls milking his cock so good.

“Mhm, me too Sho’! I’m so, so close, baby”, your moans echoing through the room, only edging him nearer too his anticipating high.

With the next roll of your hips, the both of you fell apart, waves of pleasure crashing over you in a forceful wave. 

After you both came down from your high, panting while trying to catch your breaths, Barou let out an almost animalistic growl, startling you.

“Again baby, please, one more time”, Barou whined, out of breath, cock hardening inside of you again. 

You couldn’t help but moan out at the sight of his desperate state - hair messily laying around his head, pants leaving his mouth and eyebrows knitted together in lust, features drenched in desire. 

You couldn’t possibly deny the pleas of your king, could you?

MICHAEL KAISER.

You didn’t know how long the both you were at it at this point, your mind a complete mess, only being able to focus on Kaiser hitting every pleasurable spot inside of you, causing your toes too curl.

“N-no more! I-I can’t-”, your words were cut off with a particulary sharp thurst from him, causing you too fall forward, hands clinging onto his broad shoulders, sighs and moans driving out of you. 

“Oh? No more you say? Alright then.” A smirk displayed on his lips as he slowed down his hips until completely halting, grinning at the whines leaving your lips.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted ‘no more’?”, he cooed in a teasing manner, causing you too groan in frustration, not sure what you want yourself.

“You know what I meant”, you mumbled earing a low chuckle from the male. “No, I don’t. Why don’t you use your mouth and tell me?”

 You couldn’t stand the teasing any longer, your hands softly gliding along his upper arm, traveling down to the hands placed on your hips, tearing them off your body and pinning them down onto both sides of his head.

“Actions speak louder than words, right?”, you innocently questioned him, gaze not wavering from his eyes as you slowly began too rock your hips, leading his hand to your breast, urging him to squeeze it.

Your moans filled his mind, making him feel dizzy. “Yes they do, f-fuck”, he let out a satified sigh, placing his unoccupied had onto your ass, setting a steady rythm for you.

You threw your head back in ecstasy, as he leaned up to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it harshly.

As your moans increased, you let your gaze wander down, searching for his eyes, only to find him looking up right back at you, hand on your ass letting go to place a hard slap onto it, getting back to grabbing it harshly, fat of your ass spilling out off the sides of his grip.

You knew that the both of you were far from done, the real show starting now. 

ALEXIS NESS.

“You’re doing so well for me, Ness”, you let out a soft sigh, firmly grinding your hips down onto his, earning a needy whine from him. 

“Gosh, please, slow down Y/N, I don’t wanna’ cum yet!”, Ness mewled out, too fucked out and drowing in pleasure to possibly wanting to stop now, wanting to never leave this euphoria, the delicious feeling of your creamy pussy around him. 

“Can’t do, baby. I’m so close, wanna’ cum”, you breathed out, tight coil in your stomach threatening too snap in two, desperatly wanting to reach your high.

“Please. Don’t want it to end just yet- fuck!”, Ness begged and pleaded you, too no avail. You greedily rocked up and down, moans driving an octave higher, leaning down too swallow your lover’s moans.

But the high you desperatly chased never arriving, Ness suddenly taking ahold of your hips, holding them in place firmly. “I told you, not yet, darling,” Ness’ deep voice echoing through the room. 

“No! Nonono I was so close, Ness! So close!”, you cried out, desperatly trying to break free of his firm grip. 

“Patience, darling”, Ness purred, leaning his head forwards too your head, claiming your lips in a sensual and soft kiss, hand kneading your tit sensually,  leaving you in the pure bliss of the moment. 

His hips snapped up into yours in an torturously slow pace, leaving you just at the edge of you anticipating pleasurable high, causing tears of frustration to come forward at your lashline.

The sight of your tears filled Ness with an odd but pleasurable sensation, his dick twitching inside of you in response, letting out a low moan.

“Just a little more alright? I’ll give it to you. I promise.”

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#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #blue lock smut #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x you #shidou smut #shidou ryuusei smut #michael kaiser smut #alexis ness smut #barou shouei #barou smut #bllk smut #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #blue lock smut headcanons

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

In My Time of Dying

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of injury, kidnapping, held hostage, mentions of suicide

Words: 2.9k

Synopsis: The clock is ticking...

You are currently reading part 12 of The Roommate Series

You’re not sure how long you’ve been stuck here.

Here, you assumed, had to be some abandoned building. The air was humid and filled with mildew that filled your nose. The must and mold made your headache worse and the more you sat against the cold concrete walls, the more it felt like it seeped into your skin.

You sniffled, hot tears continuously running down your face as you struggled to breathe. You had been stuck in a state of panic since you woke up in the SUV but it got worse when they tied you to a rusted pipe in the dark room you assumed was going to be your tomb.

Everything in your body hurt. 

The men who had kidnapped you weren’t friendly in transporting you from your apartment to wherever you were right now. They had shoved you and pulled you in every direction while demanding something of you, all while you had a bag shoved over your head so you couldn’t see where they put you.

Pain split from your temple and made you dizzy. The man had hit you incredibly hard and caused blood to pour down the side of your face. You were sure the amount you had lost contributed to the dizziness, though you were sure he had caused a concussion too. You could hardly move in your spot without feeling so nauseous that you were sure you were going to throw up. 

A whimper escaped your lips as pain struck you and you keeled over, more tears falling as the pain worsened.

You weren’t entirely sure why they wanted you, you suspected that it was because of who you lived with, but you still didn’t understand why. You weren’t someone special, you had no significant amount of money and you certainly didn’t have any valuable information about Simon’s line of work. You didn’t even know what his job was until two weeks ago. 

Simon. You wished he was here, if he had been none of this would have happened. You wished you were in the safety of his arms, to feel his warmth against you and to hear his voice. If you had known that it would be your last time, you would’ve savored the moments longer, would’ve told him you loved him more, would’ve done something more.

Your chest hurt and you let out a soft sob. 

The thought of Simon being left alone after everything he told you, the possibility that he may never even find your body when he gets home made you want to scream sob into the empty room. 

You didn’t deserve this and he didn’t deserve to deal with the aftermath. 

Tears blurred your vision and yet crying didn’t make you feel any better. Your head still hurt and you were still trapped, waiting for your potential slaughter. 

You had to get out. You had to escape. They had left you hours ago…or what you assumed was hours ago and made no indication that they’d be back any time soon. You had a chance to run, to get help and call Simon.

You tugged on your restraints and the pipes groaned. You gasped and blinked away the tears as you stared up at them in the darkness. You focused on the pipe you were tied to and tugged as hard as you could, watching it shake from the force and nearly come loose.

Hope grabbed your throat and between your labored breaths you began to continuously pull against it despite the ropes biting into your skin.

For a split second you thought it would break, but then you heard voices.

Your heart stopped and you froze, fear taking over you once more. 

They were coming back and who knows what they would do to you if they saw you trying to escape. You missed your chance by being terrified and your mind conjured up the worst scenarios of what was going to happen when they showed up.

The door to the room opened and you instinctively pushed yourself against the wall. You watched them walk in with wide eyes, your attention jumping to the floodlights they turned on that blinded you to the man who had taken Simon’s gun.

He still held the gun but in his other hand was your bookbag. One of his men set down a foldable chair where he set the bookbag on before he opened it up.

The silence was deafening as you watched his rifle through your belongings, occasionally throwing items onto the floor with no care. He threw your phone on the ground, almost as if to taunt you with the idea of safety before he glanced up at you.

“I’m sorry about the-” His voice made you jump as he gestured to the side of his head to mimic the wound he gave you. “But I did warn you.”

You couldn’t find your voice as you watched him continue to go through your things. Instead you sat there shaking uncontrollably while your eyes never left him.

Just a prey caught in a hunter’s trap.

He pulled out the burner phone and your mouth went dry. He inspected it and tossed your backpack on the ground, taking its place in the chair.

“Why?” Your voice was broken and small, shaking to the point you were surprised you even got the word out.

The man looked at you with raised eyebrows as if he was confused by your question. He leaned forward on his knees and thought for a moment before he shrugged as if this was something entirely normal.

“You were the only way to get what I want.” He scoffed. “Well…not the only way but you were closer, easier than the others.”

Others? Your heart hurt more and your stomach dropped about the thought of there being more who had to go through this, more who might die for whatever  he wanted. 

“What do you know?” His voice was calm but the intent behind his eyes meant he wouldn’t take much to anger. 

You shook your head frantically despite the pain. More tears threatened to fall at the thought of him not believing you about the fact that you had no knowledge about Simon’s line of work.

“N-Nothing! I don’t know anything.” You pleaded frantically. “Please, whatever you think I know, I don’t. I’m just a college student.”

You were prepared to beg and plead until you lost your voice. Anything to keep him satiated enough to keep you alive until you had another opportunity to escape. You hoped your panic would make it believable because you were telling the truth.

He stared at you, his eyes scrutinizing you as you struggled to keep your breathing under control. For a moment you thought he didn’t believe you until he held up the burner phone. 

“Tell me, does this phone reach Ghost?” He asked and it was your turn to look at him with confusion. 

You had never heard of that “name”, especially from that burner phone. The only two numbers in there went to someone named Laswell and to Simon. There wasn’t a Ghost…unless he meant Simon.

It was the only thing that made sense. The phone connected you to Simon and it seemed like the man wanted to get to him but knew him as “Ghost”. You had no clue why he wanted him, what the reason was but it only made more fear build up inside of you.

What was he going to do when he found Simon?

He didn’t seem to like your hesitance because he sent you a warning glare, a look that sent a chill to your bones and made your heart beat faster.

Simon had to be Ghost to you now. For the sake of your life and his privacy…though if the man saw the dog tags hidden underneath your shirt, it wouldn’t matter.

“It does.” You nodded and he turned on the phone. 

“Which number?” He demanded and you paused.

Your life was on the line but what if Ghost’s was too? You couldn’t be the reason he’d get hurt again, you couldn’t be the one who would get him killed-

The man backhanded you with enough force that your sore head hit the pipes behind you. He didn’t care as you cried out in pain, the sting from his slap radiating off your skin, before he grabbed you by the hair and made you look at him.

“Which number?” He repeated, his voice ice cold and deadly.

“The second one.” 

He let go of your hair with a shove and stood up. He called the number on the phone and held it up to his ear, his eyes glaring at you as he flaunted the gun he stole. 

A reminder of your fate.

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Ghost followed closely behind Price to the extraction point. He listened to Price call in the information they worked the last twenty-four hours on and kept his eyes trained on the area surrounding them.

It didn’t take long for him to get back into the routine of work, in fact it was only hours after he had gotten back to base that they were shipping out to the next target, right where they left off two weeks ago.

Price had been a little worried. Ghost saw him keeping an eye on his lieutenant but he proved to him quickly that there was no reason to be worried.

“Couple more days and we’re done.” Price told them as they settled down at the extraction point. He made an effort to look at Ghost as he said it. “Laswell will need to look over the intel we got before we can make our next move.”

“Bet you’re thrilled, Lt.” Soap teased as he sat down on a rock. 

“Who would’ve thought he’d be the first one out of all of us to have someone waiting for them.” Gaz joined in and sent a smug smile his way.

Ghost sent them both a look that didn’t deter either of them so he just rolled his eyes. Though, he wouldn’t outwardly admit to them now but he was incredibly happy to be able to get back home to you sooner rather than later.

Between the fact that he only had those three days and then two weeks to spend with you, he was really starting to crave the many months of interrupted time with you. He was waiting to get back into the regular routine of being deployed for a couple months and then coming back for a couple months just so he could have the time to actually spend with you.

No wounds to be healed, no calls from Price, just you and him alone like how it had been for three years.

He was ready to do whatever you wanted and ready to take on more dates.

“Cheeky.” Ghost grumbled and they snickered. “I won’t be thinking of either of you when I’m in bed, not alone.”

Soap and Gaz groaned, causing Ghost to snicker to himself while Price shook his head. He set his gun down and pulled out a cigarette, begrudgingly giving Soap and Gaz one when they began to beg for one of their own. 

“Should make you run for them.” He tossed them the lighter.

“Don’t be cruel, Lt.”

“Yeah, Cap wouldn’t make us run for them.”

“I wouldn’t?”

They shared a laugh and for a moment, even after the atrocities they had seen, things were good. But then a ring tone sounded out from a pock on Ghost’s tactical vest and his heart dropped. 

The others looked confused but Ghost had gone completely serious. He threw the cigarette on the ground, not even taking the time to extinguish it before he scrambled to find the burner phone. 

“What’s that?” Soap wondered.

“Burner phone.” He explained, his voice having a slight edge to it. “She’s supposed to call only if there’s an emergency.”

That made them perk up and they gave each other serious looks. 

On the outside Ghost was calm like he usually was but on the inside there was a slow building anxiety that began to spread across every part of his body. He hoped that this wasn’t an emergency, that maybe this was a butt dial or was you calling him because you missed him. He didn’t want to listen to the thoughts that maybe something was terribly wrong as he answered the phone.

“What’s wrong-”

“Nice to finally speak to you, Ghost.”

His blood went cold. His heart stopped and he immediately tensed up, his body going so rigid that his muscles ached. He felt bile in the back of his throat while his mouth went dry and adrenaline coursed through his veins. All sense of ease had been ripped from him and now he was back in his work mind, back on the field and ready to find the bastard who spoke through your phone.

You wouldn’t give the phone to anyone and the fact that the man knew his callsign meant it had been taken from you. 

They got to you and this time they were mocking him. This time they were going to tell him and this time there was going to be more hell to pay.

“Where is she?” 

Ghost spoke in a cold tone that made the rest of the 141 freeze. The anger was palpable and their expressions fell into their usual seriousness as the situation laid itself out plainly, though behind their eyes he could see their own fear about it.

“Alive for now.” The man didn’t try to assure him and he swallowed hard. “I want to speak to the captain as well.”

Ghost put the phone on speaker, his hands gripping it with enough strength to possibly break the phone while the three stepped closer. He glared at the screen as if he could see the man and force the thoughts of your dead body, you beat and bloody body out of his mind.

“Speak.”

“I have a proposal,” the man got straight to the point but he hated the sound of his voice. Vile like a snake. “That information you took from us months ago was valuable and I’d like something in return.”

“Your business is with us.” Price grunted out. “Whatever you’re planning-”

“I never would’ve been able to reach you. Her life isn’t in my hands, Captain, it’s in yours.”

The guilt that struck Ghost in the stomach made him grip the phone even tighter. The love of his life had been taken from him, like his family had been all those years ago. All of his past mistakes hit him and he found it hard to not keep his emotions under control.

If it weren’t for Price he’d panic, if it weren’t for the sergeants he’d be in an inconsolable rage. 

How could he let this happen again?

“What do you want?” Price kept his cool and he was thankful he was doing the talking or else you’d probably get shot.

All of his training for this seemed to go out the window. He was too blindsided that he couldn’t get control of himself when you most needed it.

“Plans. Intel on what your next missions will be, what weapons you, everything about what you do and what you plan to do. I want to be repaid for what you stole from me and if you don’t give it, she dies.”

Ghost thought he may have heard you cry in the background but maybe that was his mind playing tricks on him. His mind was already tormenting him about letting you get captured and if you died, he’d follow.

“What’s the time limit?” Price demanded. “Eight hours. You’ll meet my men at the location I give you. You give me the intel, you get your hostage. Try anything and she dies.”

The call ended and the words hung in the air. Ghost could hardly think, his mind overcome with the realization that just getting back would take a couple hours which was too slow for him. He was starting to lose himself in the images of his butchered family, your own corpse mixed in with them.

The nightmare, you clutching onto him, he’d be too late-

Price placed a hand on Ghost’s shoulder and squeezed it tight, enough to ground him back in reality. His blue eyes were serious and cold, enough for everyone to understand it was time to get back on business, especially as the helo came into view.

“We will get her.” He said with no doubt in his voice.

All they had to do was their job. Your life was in an hourglass and every second counted.

“Yes, sir.”

Price nodded and gave him a firm pat. He immediately radioed to Laswell, filling her in on the situation and asked her to search for your phone location, your real phone, and anything else. A missing persons report, a break in, any suspicious activity around your neighborhood.

Ghost followed him to the helo and with every step he took, more and more of the panic fell underneath the fire of pure rage that coursed through his veins. There was no doubt the lengths he would go to get you back. 

He’d be covered in blood, a mangled, hollow version of himself just to have you safe in his arms. The world would burn if you died and the men who took you would beg him just to end their lives. 

A side of himself that he had long forgotten about would see the light of day again but he didn’t care.

Ghost would do anything to get you back.

Link to part 13

a/n: unhinged Ghost who's going to kill everyone is my favorite

The tag list is closed!! I am so happy that so many of you want to be tagged for this story but I will not be accepting anymore requests to tag people in this series since this list has gotten long and it's hard to keep track of how many I have to add! Sorry for the inconvenience!

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[ifimdreaming]

Sick

Luke Hughes x Reader // Blurb

a/n: I’m sick rn so I wrote this about luke taking care of a sick reader and cuddling together.

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It’s hard to describe the feeling of bliss that covers you as his hand is gently rubbing your back. Reassurance that he’s not going anywhere is evident in every soft stroke against your skin.

You weren’t used to someone caring so much. You weren’t used to anyone devoting their time to you or caring to help you feel so loved and protected.

You needed that. You needed him by your side. You had spent all morning trying to find the strength to get over your illness but you were useless on your own.

You finally decided to call him from the floor of your bathroom and urge him to come over which he was more than willing to do.

And you felt so guilty but you knew you needed him.

Lukes eyes stay fixed on you as you lay beside each other in your bed, although your eyes are closed as you lay with a towel across your forehead, barely dressed and fighting the worst flu you’ve ever experienced.

But that didn’t stop your boyfriend from sticking as close by your side as humanly possible. Including holding your hair while you were throwing up and peeling your body off of the bathroom floor. helping you take a shower and then ultimately getting you in bed with medication, food, and water in your system. Making sure you were all taken care of.

Your head was still so dizzy you could hardly focus on anything besides for how badly you felt in this moment. Lukes soothing voice occasionally checking in on your condition keeping you as sane as you possibly could be

“Has the medicine started kicking in yet?” He asks in a whisper as he adjusts himself beside you, reaching for the blanket to cover your shivering body. He brings his hand up to your face to move your hair away from your eyes, unaware if you are even still awake to acknowledge his question.

“Mhm” you hum reluctantly, not really sure if what you’re saying is true considering you’re still fevered but feeling the effects of the night time cold medicine making you extremely drowsy.

“Good baby. Why don’t you go to sleep now.” luke says to you again reassuringly making sure you know you don’t have to fight yourself to stay awake.

You knew he’d stay. You knew he’d take of you. But you needed to be sure.

“Please say you’ll stay” you say to him, your muffled voice barely audible, not feeling strong enough to open your mouth very much to speak clearer.

“Of course I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere baby. Go to sleep” he says with a sweet tone that fills you with comfort as he moves himself impossibly closer to you.

He reaches his hand to stroke your face and places gentle kisses on your cheeks and down your neck, causing you to let out a soft giggle.

You open your eyes to see his furrowed brows and concerned eyes let up as he sees you smiling back at him. You lean up to place a kiss on his lips. You couldn’t help it.

Luke returns the favour and passionately kisses you back, his hand shooting up to stroke your hair as he pulls you into him.

You pull away gently, “thank you” you say with a small smile, “for taking care of me” you add.

“I love you.” He says and follows your lead as you pull the covers over both of your bodies, getting more comfortable in bed.

You turn your body so your back is flesh against his bare chest, scooting your butt into him and letting him spoon you with his arm draped around you, holding you close to him.

Luke leans his face into your neck and kisses you again softly

“I’m right here baby. Always” he whispers to your ear knowing how much it really means to you to hear that.

Just his presence alone is enough to make you feel so much more cared for than you ever could’ve imagined.

As you lay in silence together you can feel his heartbeat against your back and the subtle rhythmic thump is enough to finally ease you into a peaceful sleep.

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[eunsoek]

MAKING OUT ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

ft joshua

☆¸¸ .•*★.

The birthday buzz had gotten to Joshua today: his closest friends throwing a small yet lively evening gathering with plenty of drinks to accompany. He had been at your side since morning, with his arm slung around your waist or his fingers anchoring your shoulders in a half-back hug. Funny thing is, it wasn’t even your birthday. It was his. He just loved loving on you, and who was he to give that up just for one day.

The day started off amazingly; he adored the expensive coat you gifted him over breakfast in bed, something he had been not-so-inconspicuously eyeing for a while. It wasn’t an easy feat. You had to sneakily take his measurements using clothes in his wardrobe, and then somehow managed to stash away the thick package before the day arrived. You praised yourself for how good Joshua looked in the coat. The deep blue fabric stretched over his broad shoulders. He looked so heavenly, so dependable.

Then, came lunch. You hosted a hearty meal for Joshua and his parents, serving up all of his favourite dishes. Some of which were childhood favourites he hadn’t tasted in years, thanks to numerous phone calls with his mother in preparation. Seeing the way his face lit up at the sight of the familiar foods, and his constant, content chatter at the table, felt like enough birthday gifts to last you your lifetime.

In between, you spent time swathed up in blankets and each others’ arms on the couch, episodes of reality tv housewives and their girls trips running on television.

Your boyfriend wasn’t being the easiest to deal with right now. Through a series of party games after party games, accompanied with a reenactment where he pretended a bartender — making sure you “drank only the best (his) drinks” — Joshua only became even more cheeky, even more of a menace. The drinks he made you tasted worse and worse too. His imagination running wild only fuelled crazier ideas and ingredients. At some point, you had to put a pause to his little service.

The arm that once slung comfortingly around your waist turned into tight, tight backhugs and his chin stuck resting on your shoulder. The adoring eye smiles also evolved into lingering, desperate eyes, keen for a moment’s privacy. It didn’t help that your charming, sweet boyfriend swept you aside and into the hallway. Alone.

The voices of his group mates and closest friends inside the living room could still be heard, but the closed door giving you two a bit of peace dulled the world around you. The overhead hallway warm-light cast shadows over Joshua as he peered over you. His best features were highlighted, his lips only looked bigger and softer in the glow.

One hand left the other at your hips to cradle your face, brushing the strands of hair that dared to block his view of you. “That tickles,” you let out a breath. His smile only widened, making no move to stop his lingering fingers.

“I love you so, so much,” his arms tightened around you. His eyes gleamed now, the mood-lighting around you two forming stars and twinkles as he gazed on you. Your boyfriend had so much love to give, and there was no hiding on his side. It was so easy to find yourself overwhelmed by how much unfiltered care and adoration he had for you.

“Love you too, Joshie. I really hope you had a good day today,” you stepped closer into his embrace, your chin resting on his chest as you peered up at him.

“You have no idea,” he responded, leaning in to drop soft pecks all over your face: from the tip of your chin to your hairline. The kisses were enticingly light and feathery. After each one you couldn’t help but lean back in for another, only to be disappointed as Joshua drops the next in a different place, missing your lips. “I’m so excited to spend a life with you,” he leaned back, giggling at your unsuccessful efforts.

Bringing your hands up to loop around his neck, you brought him in to meet your lips. “Me too,” you whispered. The kiss started off sweet, gentle, as innocent as a couple could be. And you could feel a smile on your boyfriend’s lips as he continued kissing you.

The way he holds you, treating you like you’re so incredibly precious, turns you a little crazed. Gradually, his fingers curl into the fabric of your top, itching to delve under, desperate to touch your skin.

A particular loud yell from your friends makes you jump, Joshua’s teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you pull apart. “They’re having fun,” you smile, pointedly.

“We can have fun too,” he smirks, pulling you back in. You exhale, amused. Drunk Joshua was certainly more forward than usual, suggestive comments weren’t extremely uncommon but they definitely heightened when he was in one of his moods. His quip makes you giggle, and you feel an urge to spur more reactions out of him.

You tease Joshua as he reaches in, lips getting dangerously close each time but never quite meeting. At the first, he simply sighs, but as you hold up your teases his arms encase you even tighter. He’s definitely caught on by now. “Stop it…” he whines.

In one breath, you’re amusingly watching him grow more and more frustrated, but in the next, your hands are no longer on him. Instead, they’re held behind you, his hands firmly grasping your wrists together.

His lips crash onto yours, the force making you stumble a little, Joshua pressing you into the wall behind you.

You can feel each rise and fall of his chest against yours, your own heartbeat racing to mirror his. You’re overwhelmed by everything him, party cake and fruity drinks taste sweet on his tongue. His — and yours — favourite perfume overtakes you through subtle woody and vanilla scents.

You hear him hum lowly, a hand coming up to guide your lips to different angles. You swear you might faint, your knees were close to giving way and your heart was beating so fast your thoughts can’t keep up.

Joshua’s relentless kisses were addictive, but you pull away reluctantly, for fear of your own sanity. Your lips instantly feel colder, lonely without someone to love.

His thumb comes up to wipe away some of the drool at the corner of your mouth, your boyfriend grins, very pleased. “You messy girl,” he tuts playfully. You definitely don’t think you could last a lifetime without Joshua’s kisses, especially if they were like this.

#bc love-crazed and tease!joshua turns me insane 🤕 #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #joshua x reader #hong joshua x reader #svt joshua x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt fluff #seventeen fluff

[runnning-outof-time]

Congrats on your huge milestone, K! You deserve it as so much more.

Can I request Tommy with 11. “Isn’t it beautiful out here?"?

I can't wait to see what you come up with.

Congrats again 🎊🎉✨

Thanks so much, Ace!! I hope you like what I’ve done with this one — of course I couldn’t help but use a gif from this scene! Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

A Clear Mind On A Cool Day

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none … maybe Tommy being ooc, but who cares, right?

Word Count: 790

Summary: Tommy is able to clear his mind as he spends some time outside with his family.

Tommy eased himself down onto the chair, tipped his head back and almost immediately closed his eyes. He could hear his children playing nearby. The sounds of their excited screams added to the relaxing atmosphere. For the first time in a while, Tommy was calm.

He was sitting this exact same way when (Y/N) approached him some time later. A smile formed on her face as she stopped beside him. “Hi, Tommy,” she said softly, wanting him to know she was there before she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Hi,” he responded in a whisper, not opening his eyes because he knew who it was from touch and voice alone. Instead, he brought his hand up to rest it on hers.

“Isn’t it beautiful out here?” (Y/N) asked as she moved to sit in her own chair.

“It is,” Tommy responded, sucking in a deep breath, loving the crispness of the autumn air. It did wonders in helping him clear his mind.

“How long have the children been playing?” she asked another question, finding her two boys in the middle of grabbing piles of fallen leaves and throwing them up in the air.

“For some time,” he couldn’t give a definitive answer. For once, (Y/N) didn’t mind it. “James came out first. He sat with me until Jacob came out, and then they both went to play with the leaves.”

(Y/N) nodded her head even though she knew Tommy couldn’t see her. She continued watching her children, basking in the comfortable silence that had fallen around her and her husband. If only every day could be like this, she thought to herself. She yearned for calm, domestic family moments like this one. She savored them when they happened because they were few and far between due to her husband’s business endeavors.

“Thank you for taking the day off,” (Y/N) broke the silence as she looked over at her husband again.

Her words made him open his eyes and look at her. He noticed her soft smile. Seeing it made the corners of his lips turn upwards. God, he needed to take more days off.

A cool breeze blew through the trees then, shaking the remaining leaves and making some of them fall to the ground. This made the two, young boys shriek in excitement as they ran to catch them. It also made (Y/N) shiver involuntarily. She silently cursed herself for forgetting her sweater inside.

“Cold?” Tommy questioned after he noticed his wife’s reaction to the wind.

“I should’ve brought a sweater with me,” she indirectly answered his question, a sheepish smile on her face.

“C’mere,” he ignored her sheepishness, tilting his head to the side as he gestured for her to come over.

(Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice. She stood up with a smile and made her way over to the chair Tommy was sitting on. She sat herself down sideways on his lap and nestled her face into the crook of his neck. Warmth overcame her instantly. She was jealous of how Tommy radiated so much heat, but it gave her the excuse to always cuddle closer to him on the colder days and nights….so really she couldn’t complain too much.

“Better?” he asked once she was settled on his lap.

“Yes,” she nodded the best she could with her head on his chest. “Although the arm of the chair is digging into my back slightly,” she pointed out a small gripe, her lips curving into a smile as Tommy shook his head and chuckled.

“Try not to lean against it then, love,” he proposed a solution. (Y/N) wiggled slightly to get away from the chair’s metal arm, so much so that Tommy was able to bring one of his arms around her back while the other draped loosely over her legs.

“Better,” she affirmed once she was comfortable. “And much warmer too,” she added, lifting her head to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Good,” Tommy hummed, tipping his head back so that he could close his eyes again. He reveled in the comfortable silence and the cool air, his mind completely clear and now focused on the feeling of his lady sitting close to him.

The couple stayed in that spot until the sun started to set. James and Jacob came running over then, effectively distrubing the silence, but not completely taking away from the peaceful feeling that had encapsulated their parents.

The family decided to go inside then so that they could get ready for dinner. As Tommy walked hand in hand with (Y/N), he silently said a ‘thank you’ for the ability to have a clear mind on a cool day.

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[alaskasmonsters]

Hi! I just saw your 1k event post. Can I request "You could have died!" For Gojo Satoru?

𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖉! (gojo satoru)

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader

contents: slight angst, mentions of injuries, mentions of near death, reader almost died (they’re fine though!! <3), gojo being (over)protective, guilt, they're just in love honestly, angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort

a/n: it’s gojo day :)))))) hehehe <3 hope you enjoy this oneshot anon!! it turned out longer than it should have :)) 1k words yaaay. have fun reading <3

☁️1k follower event

“Stop worrying so much about me,” you complained, slowly getting tired of Gojo’s pampering. 

You were fine! Have been fine. It’s been almost a month since you’ve gotten injured – an unfortunate casualty during a collision with a Special Grade – and it didn’t take longer than a few days before you were released from bed rest.

Shoko had said you’d be up and moving in no time and you had been. Your bruises and cuts had healed within the first two weeks and your head injury hadn’t stuck around longer than a few days. And sure, you were still wearing that pesky brace around your left wrist, but bones were a bitch to heal. Nothing to do about that.

You were fine! You really were. But Gojo just wouldn’t leave you alone. 

It had been endearing at first. The way he’d shown up in your hospital room every day, urging you to make space on the tiny bed so he could get under the covers with you as you watched your favourite movies or ate candy – something Shoko had not been amused by. 

It had been so nice of him when he’d picked you up to drive you back home and carried your bag inside, keeping his hand on your back the entire walk up the stairs, almost protectively. You had kept quiet, the reminder that you had injured your arm and not your legs, and you could walk fine by yourself seeming unnecessary.

You had enjoyed the attention. You had bathed in it. Because you’ve had a crush on Gojo for a while now and you weren’t stupid. Who were you to say no to the affections and care of someone like him? 

The problem was just this. You’d started healing and you’d started regaining your strength but Gojo kept treating you like glass, kept hovering over you, always watching out for you, always looking at you like…

Like he wasn’t even seeing you but merely a ghost.

And now you’ve had enough. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“I am not worrying,” he soothed you or tried to at least. But his lie was clear as day, you could hear it through his voice, see it in his eyes. 

Not even the sunglasses did enough to hide the guilt.

“I am not!” He insisted, throwing his hands up and taking a step back as he pulled a silly face. 

You stared at him.

“I just told you I’d go to the bathroom and you asked me if I needed you to come with me?” You told him, voice rising in irritation because what the fuck. “I know how to use a toilet! My concussion healed almost a month ago. And even if I didn’t know how to use a toilet you surely wouldn’t be the one helping me!” 

You couldn’t believe you were even having this conversation. This was getting borderline ridiculous now. Helping you carry your bags — or rather ripping them from your grip and insisting he carries them — and trying to follow you into the bathroom out of worry you’d do something stupid like what? Fall and drown in the toilet? Did he have no faith in you? Those were two entirely different things. 

Gojo just shrugged, lips jutting out in a pout. “I was just trying to be of help!” He let out a dramatic sigh, placing one hand on his hip as if he couldn’t believe your accusations. “You’re making the actions of an honourable and admirable man sound creepy, shame on you.”

You glared at him. 

“I am fine. Okay? I don’t need your help. I appreciate your kindness but it feels like…” Your shoulders fell, and you looked up at him, feeling tired,  “I am fine. Stop acting like I’ll break or die on you any second.”

“You could have died.”

Your eyebrows flew up in surprise at his words. His voice was calm when he spoke, face suddenly serious. The over-exaggerated and playful manner is gone. The sudden change made you take a step back.

“Wha-“

“You weren’t breathing when they found you,” he said and there was something in his eyes that froze you in place. He looked so…devastated. “You could have died.” 

Your voice was more gentle when you spoke next, feeling a little awkward because this was unfamiliar. Of course, you’d known, Shoko told you what state you’d been in when they had found you, but hearing it from Gojo’s mouth and seeing the expression on his face…

“But I didn’t. Okay? This is our job, we do this every day and sometimes-“ 

A frustrated groan came from the man, before you could even finish your sentence, he started shaking his head, hand going up to run his fingers through his hair, movements shaky. 

“You don’t get it! You almost died! I almost lost you.” He looked at you, jaw clenched, as he bites out those words, swallowing before continuing with a quieter voice, his tone devastated. “I am supposed to be the strongest and I couldn’t protect you.”

Your eyes widened. 

“It’s not your job to protect me.” 

“Yes, it is.” 

You sighed, the fight in you dying as you realised that Gojo had only been acting this protective of you because he was scared to lose you because the thought of losing you was too much to handle for him. And that he was blaming himself, for not being there when you had needed him, so instead he was trying to be there for you now.

And really, how could you be mad at him? 

“I understand but you need to have a little faith in me. Help me become stronger, train with me, but don’t try to hold me back, scared I’ll get hurt again. That’s just gonna hurt us both.” 

Gojo looked at you in silence for a moment, then he gave you a nod. 

You let out a sigh and your eyes softened. 

“Now stop trying to follow me into the bathroom, weirdo,” you teased him, trying to lighten up the mood again and Gojo gave you a smile.

“I’m just trying to prevent your cruel death through drowning in toilet water.” 

It was almost like he read your mind.

#gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru oneshot #jjk oneshot #jjk angst #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo oneshot #gojo angst #gojo satoru x you #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #☁️​ — maze’s 1k follower event

[dollfacefantasy]

Like a Friend

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

summary: it's been months since you and toji split. when he shows up at your apartment, you struggle to not fall back into his arms.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, toxic relationship dynamics

word count: 4.7k

a/n: commission for @nexysworld <3

One eye cracks open when a loud pounding sound rouses you from your sleep. You sit up, rubbing your face and yawning. The red numbers on your alarm clock glare 2:37. After a few more moments of it, you register the sound as knocking on your front door. As you drag yourself from the comforts of your bed, you wonder who and why. Who would not only disturb you at this hour, but also be so brash about it? You kind of hoped it was no one you knew so you wouldn’t have to deal with anyone’s bullshit problems at nearly three in the morning.

When you arrive at the entryway and glance through the peephole on the door, your wishes dissipate immediately. Standing outside your place was the biggest bullshit problem you’d ever encountered. You unlock your door and crack it open, the bright light of the hallway making you squint as it casts over you.

“Toji?” you ask, your voice still a bit raspy from disuse.

“Hey baby,” he says quietly. Despite his subdued tone, he still flashes you that grin that lets you know he’s still himself.

“What… what are you doing here?” you mumble. You rub your face again to try and make yourself a little more presentable. Even though he was an asshole and you couldn’t say enough about how you had totally moved on, the sight of his shaggy hair hanging in front of his eyes and the faded scar on the corner of his mouth still made your heart flutter.

“The place I was staying kind of fell through. But you know, it’s kind of a good thing. Brought me back to you. I’ve been missing you a lot,” he says.

You roll your eyes. He must need more than just a night to get himself together with how thick he was laying it on.

He reaches out to stroke the curve of your cheek. His rough fingers drag against the soft skin while the two of you stare at each other. You know you should swat his hand away. Tell him to go to hell. Get lost and lose your number. But you can’t be that cruel. Not to him. Even with everything that’d happened, all the tears he’d caused and days he’d ruined, he was still your Toji. Your bad habit. Your never-ending vice. A piece of you that’d you’d never cut out no matter how rotten it became.

“Fine, c’mon,” you relent. You open the door wider and allow him entry.

“That’s my girl,” he says and steps through.

“Don’t call me that,” you say quietly. You were falling for it, but he didn’t have to throw it in your face.

After following you in, he doesn’t shut the door behind him. You raise an eyebrow.

“Before we catch up…” he starts with a chuckle, “I kind of need you to pay for my ride. I don’t have any cash on me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask, walking to the window and looking down. As he said, the cab was waiting outside.

All the dreamy thoughts you’d just had about him being yours no matter what start to have a bleak tint. Your gaze hardens as a harsh sigh leaves your lips.

“Fine, but you’re gonna pay me back,” you say. You stop at the counter to grab your wallet and fish out some cash. Then you slap it into his palm and gesture for him to go. Sure you’d give him the money, but no way were you gonna scamper down there out into the cold in your pajamas.

He leans down and gives you a small peck on the cheek before heading out. You stand in your living room alone. He was still affectionate even though you’d been apart for months. You knew he was that way with his words. The occasional texts he sent you during this break always held copious amounts of “baby’s” and “my pretty girl’s.” You just didn’t expect him to touch you like nothing was different.

You rub your eyes in a mix of frustration and exhaustion. Deciding to be proactive, you occupy the small wait for his return by setting up some things on the couch. You rifle through the closet in the hallway to find some spare bedding. Pillows are easy, you toss two spare ones over to your couch. Blankets are more difficult. You initially grab the fluffy lavender one he gave you for your last birthday. It looked brand new. You hadn’t had much time to use it before you kicked him out. Then when it felt like he was actually gone for good, you’d clutched it to your chest while crying your eyes out for days. But since that week, it remained hidden away in the depths of this closet.

He probably wouldn’t even notice if you did put it out, but he didn’t need confirmation that you hadn’t thrown the stuff he gave you away. So instead, you pull out an old blue one with little fish all over it. You spread it out on the couch as he slips back into the apartment, this time closing the door and locking it. Your back is turned while smoothing out the wrinkles in the plush fabric, so you don’t see him sliding a leftover bill into his pocket.

As you finish up the makeshift bed on the couch, he approaches you. He places a cautious hand on your waist, his fingertips rubbing tiny strokes on your t-shirt.

“You’re really gonna put me out on the couch? I thought you’d want me in bed, all to yourself. Like old times,” he teases.

“I don’t want it to be like old times,” you say.

“C’mon, they weren’t all bad,” he says and pulls you a little closer, “You used to love to cuddle. You’d curl right up to me, give me those little kisses. We had a lot of fun together in that bed.”

You look up at him. His familiar eyes meet yours. It would be so easy to give in. To connect your lips and pull him back to your bed that had been missing his presence for months.

“We did. But not anymore. They’re good memories, and that’s it,” you say, turning your head and stepping away. You needed the distance between the two of you.

You further separate yourself from him by sitting in the chair near the couch. It was a single seat, no room for anyone else to slide in next to you and drape their arm around your shoulders. He knows what you’re doing of course. You can see the look of amusement in his eyes. This was how you got during fights. You just closed off, tried to remove yourself from him and not engage. It was kind of cute you hadn’t changed.

He plays along and sits down on the couch, leaning back into the cushions and propping his legs on your table. The silence between the two of you feels heavy. It fills up the room, suffocating any space words could have gone.

“Do you want a drink?” you manage to get out.

“I’m fine,” he says. And in contrast to you, he did seem fine. He seemed unbothered by the lack of conversation. He looked content to stare at you, drag his eyes over every detail of your figure.

“Are you ok?” you ask. You just couldn’t take the silence.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks in return.

“Cause you said you didn’t have anywhere to go and the place you were staying, something went wrong,” you answer.

“That was nothing, I’m fine,” he deflects.

“Well I just want to know if I should be concerned if there’s a hit out on you or something. If someone’s gonna burst through my door in a few minutes cause you ripped them off,” you say and cross your arms.

“Nothing that serious. Just some lady problems,” he says with a smirk.

A dark cloud forms over your head at this. It wasn’t like he was cheating. You weren’t together anymore. But the thought of him with another woman drove you crazier than just about anything else. And of course he knew that.

“What happened? She get smart enough to kick your ass out?” you say, unsuccessfully masking the bitterness in your tone.

“Something like that,” he says. He pauses, still looking smug as ever. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“You wish,” you respond. He doesn’t seem to believe you.

Another bout of uncomfortable silence crowds the distance between you two. This time it’s broken by him.

“You got anyone I should be jealous of?” he asks.

“That’s none of your business,” you answer without a second thought.

“Guess not. I mean if you did, you probably wouldn’t be letting me crash on your couch. And anybody who was a real threat would be here. Would’ve answered the door instead of you,” he mocks.

You roll your eyes yet again. “You’re so smart,” you say.

He shrugs. “Only when it comes to you.”

Rage boils within you. You know you shouldn’t feed into him, give him what he wants by getting all riled up. Your rational mind knows this. But the irrational part of you loves the game. Walking as close as you can to the line without stepping across. Pulling and pulling until you feel something about to snap.

“Well I’m not like you. I take a while to move on since you actually mattered to me. I just can’t jump into someone else’s arms and pretend that nothing is different,” you say.

“Don’t start that shit. Don’t act like I’m some cold-blooded asshole who broke your innocent little heart,” he says. His eyes don’t leave you once.

“You did break my heart and you are a cold-blooded asshole, so tell me where the lie is,” you challenge.

“You aren’t innocent,” he states, “You could get just as nasty when we were fighting. And you’re the one who broke up with me.”

“Because you are a dick. Cause and effect. If you weren’t so insufferable, we wouldn’t have so many fights, and I wouldn’t have broken up with you,” you point out.

“So it’s all my fault? You never do anything wrong? Whatever you say, baby,” he says, now taunting you with the pet name.

“I didn’t say I never do anything wrong. But everything we fought about is because you did something stupid,” you say.

“I make a little mistake once in a while and you blow up on me. I think you just like fighting,” he says.

You dig your nails into the flesh of your arm to keep your temper from flaring. You begin to wonder if it’s too late to throw him out again. Part of you had the urge to go back in time and slap the version of yourself that let him in cause he was “your Toji.” But really, this was your Toji. Your Toji with his sleazy smile, dumb shaggy hair, smug eyes, and chilling voice. This was the man who had you hopelessly trapped.

“Whatever,” you huff, determined to prove him wrong. You rise from your chair and walk towards the hall that leads to your room. “I’m going back to bed. Do what you want, just stay out of my room. If you want to change, I can bring you some clothes.”

“You have clothes here that will fit me? Maybe I should be jealous,” he says, leaning forward and resting an elbow on his knee.

And instead of taking advantage of his assumption, like he would have done to you, your mouth opens and words fly out before you can even think of that.

“They’re your-” you start, your mental brakes screeching to a halt. Suddenly, you felt so stupid for putting so much thought into avoiding the purple blanket.

The smile that breaks out on his face is so wide it’s almost unsettling. It would be if it was anyone else.

“Aw baby,” he coos mockingly, “You didn’t get rid of my clothes? You still been using ‘em? Cause that’s fine you know. I like it when they smell like you.”

You didn’t even know what to say. You had used them a few times since he’d been gone, but it wasn’t like a regular thing. You did like that they smelled like him, and you liked hearing that he felt the same way about you. But he couldn’t win.

“Just shut up. Do you want them or not?” you say and look away.

“No, baby. I’ll be fine. Thank you,” he says, every word dripping with condescension.

You slink away without returning the courtesy. It takes you no time to collapse back into your bed, but resuming the sleep he had torn you from proves more difficult. Your thoughts just keep drifting back to him. You toss and turn, legs kicking away the blankets and then arms pulling them back.

He really was out there on your couch. You thought you may never see him again. You’d broken up a few times before over different small things, but this time felt different. It was supposed to be for real. But just like that, he came back. 

Now that he had returned, you felt the dull ache for him returning as well. You had hoped it shrunk over time until eventually it didn’t exist, but here it was, showing itself again. You know you shouldn’t, but you were starting to regret not asking him to join you. He was fucking infuriating, but you had missed him so much. He could help push away the memories of loneliness that had occupied your bed in his wake.

After nearly an hour of this, you manage to slip into some form of sleep. It felt like you were still awake, but far away. You were floating, drifting around aimlessly. You were resting, but you probably wouldn’t feel that way if you woke up right now.

You’re deep enough that you don’t hear your door creaking open. You don’t feel the mattress dip slightly with additional weight. You don’t sense your blanket being lifted as another body slides in next to yours. You only begin to wake once you feel his skin on yours, his thick arms wrapping around you and pulling you close.

You babble tiredly as he presses kisses to the back of your neck. Humming in confusion, you turn and crack your eyes open to see what’s happening.

“Toji?” you croak when you register his face so close to yours. 

He’s still kissing up and down your neck. His fingers trace little patterns on the skin of your waist. Once you realize it’s him and what he’s doing, you squirm. You whine and try to pry his arms off you.

“Stop. What'd I tell you? Quit it,” you grumble as you struggle more with him.

He squeezes you tighter and nuzzles you. “But it’s cold out there, sweetheart. Lonely too,” he murmurs.

“Don’t care. It’s the couch or the curb, so take your pick,” you yawn.

“Baby, it’s me. I’ve been missing you so bad. And I wasn’t being a very good guest before. Let me make it up to you a little,” he whispers.

“No,” you whine, “Make it up by letting me sleep.”

“You can sleep whenever. I’m here right now,” he purrs. His fingers ghost along your waist making you squirm and whine at the slight tickle.

“Why do you always have to be so annoying?” you huff and try to readjust to be comfortable within his hold since he shows no signs of letting up.

“You know you like it.”

He pulls you tighter against him and drags his nose against the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent. It felt good, natural more than anything else. Like this is how things should be.

“Has anyone been in this bed since I left?” he taunts.

“You already asked me about that, and it’s still none of your business,” you respond.

“Can’t be too careful. Especially with a cute thing like you,” he says.

“Just shut up and go to sleep. Count yourself lucky I’m not forcing you back to the couch,” you say as if you could actually force him to do anything.

“It’s been months. You really want sleep more than you want me?” he teases and nips at your earlobe.

The drag of his teeth on your flesh pulls you back into the waking world a bit more. Your sleepy eyes open more and take in the sight of his face. He looked almost innocent in a way, like he was truly just asking for another chance to connect.

He leans in for another kiss, this time catching your lips with his own. His toned chest and abdomen pressed against the softness of your side, and despite his claims of being cold, he felt like a space heater the way warmth radiated off him.

You indulge him a bit, gently reciprocating the affection for a moment. But after a few soft movements of your lips, you pull away.

“We can’t… I shouldn’t do this,” you whisper through the darkness of your bedroom.

“Why not?” he says back. His fingers rise to your face, stroking over your temple, from your hairline to your cheekbone.

“I can’t do this again. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of believing you’ll be different and then you’re not. And then we break up again and then make up a little bit later. It’s exhausting,” you sigh.

“It will be different this time, babe. You recognizing this stuff shows that it will be,” he says and brushes his thumb over your lips. He moves even closer to you, as close as he possibly can be. “You’re so pretty,” he murmurs.

The soft hum of his voice alone made you want to give in. Combine it with his gentle touches and firm body, you were fighting with your urges to let him ruin you. Your head tilts back to contemplate, and he takes advantage of the position to start peppering kisses on your throat, sucking love bites into the sensitive flesh.

“Toji,” you whimper, “Stop, you’re gonna leave a mark.”

“I wanna leave a mark, baby. Gotta remind everyone that you belong to me. Can’t have you forgetting either,” he mutters.

A breathy whine floats through your room, and one of your hands laces itself in his hair. You close it into a fist, giving the dark locks a little pull. Your mind was an echo chamber of don’t don’t don’t stop stop stop. But familiar heat bloomed between your legs as his large palm coasted up your side to find one of your breasts. The sound of his lips on your skin and his shallow breaths gave you heart palpitations.

“I didn’t forget,” you gasp softly as his fingers dig into your tit.

“Yeah? So you’re all mine still?” he teases.

“Mhm,” you hum, taking the last step to giving in.

“That’s right,” he says. You can feel his smirk against his neck. “My baby. Back where she belongs.”

“I missed you too,” you whimper as he continues the assault on your neck.

“I know you did,” he breathes as his tongue slides over your skin.

His hand continues to grope your breast. You arch into his touch, a wordless plea for more. He snakes the limb beneath the thin fabric of your shirt and finds your soft skin. With no barrier separating the two, his fingers toy with your nipple. They pinch and pull, twist and tease. They’re merciless until he feels the small bud start to peak. That acts as his signal to direct his attention downwards. 

He moves to be more on top of you. His thumbs hook beneath the hem of your shirt and pull it up over the swell of your chest. Immediately, his mouth latches onto the nipple his fingers had neglected. His saliva coats the area as his tongue laves on the skin, getting it to rise to attention just as the other day.

“Been missin’ these perfect tits,” he mumbles before using his mouth again, “No one else could take care of ‘em like me.”

You whine and squirm a bit, your hands staying firm in their grip on his head. You nod along with his words. A completely thoughtless gesture. You didn’t even fully register them. Your mind simply believed he couldn’t be wrong while making you feel so good.

As he works on warming you up, he begins peeling off your clothing. Your shirt comes over your head and falls off the side of the bed. Your bottoms are next, slid down and flung away from the two of you. He kisses down your belly before leaning back on his knees. His shirt meets yours on the ground when he pulls it off.

You’d seen it so many times before, but you couldn’t help gawking at his figure. Your fingers glide up his abdomen, feeling every ridge in his abs. He smiles down at your wondrous expression.

“Remembering exactly what you missed, hm?” he asks.

You reach up to pull him down to you at the same time he starts lowering himself. Lips collide and hands slide all over now bare skin. Your fingers find the familiar grooves on his back that they always dug into when he was buried deep inside you. His digits snake beneath your panties and slip between your folds.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he laughs against your mouth, “That’s probably just her natural reaction when I’m around though.”

You grumble in response and try to mute his words by making out. He cuts you a break and does shut up for once while rubbing your pussy some more and getting your panties off. It’s not long before he follows suit by freeing his cock and brushing it through your slick.

“Time to see if she’s as tight as I remember,” he grunts as he lines up and then sinks in.

Your heat engulfs him like it’s a natural fit. Your walls squeeze around him, the massaging sensation making his breaths more labor.

“Fuck… might be tighter. Think she’s begging me not to leave again,” he teases.

He begins thrusting, working his hips back and forth. He’s so big that he’s instantly hitting pleasure spots. You sigh and wrap your limbs around him more.

“Just be quiet,” you whimper as your cheeks burn.

“Not a fan of me making fun of you?” he mocks, “Doesn’t shock me since you didn’t before. You’re just usually more agreeable while stuffed full of cock.”

You go to argue, but the words in your throat die and shrivel up into a whine. Your body rocks with each of his motions. He’s not even going that hard yet, but you still feel his raw strength as his muscles flex against you.

“Aw, it’s ok, dollface. You just go a little dumb. It’s only natural for bratty girls like you,” he coos.

The whole time he continues, in and out. You stay tight around him, and you start thinking his theory about you not wanting him to leave may have some truth to it. This felt so good. So much better than the couple guys you’d had in between. And even though you are going to be fucked dumb soon enough, you’re not totally there yet.

“The only time you don’t act dumb is when you have your dick out,” you say between soft sounds of pleasure.

He grips your hips harder upon hearing your words. “That so?” he grunts. He picks up the pace, his pelvis making a loud noise every time it slams against your ass. “Like I said, the only time your silly little head isn’t clouded by your attitude is when I calm you down on my cock. So shut it and let all those thoughts melt away.”

And you listen because despite your little comments, you liked how it felt to lose everything except him. You couldn’t live without the feeling that nothing else in the world mattered but you and him. All your worries that plagued you during every other moment of the day transformed into distant ideas as the feeling of him battering into your cunt moved to the forefront.

And as much as you love feeling it, he loves watching it. He loves watching your eyes blank and become thoughtless, totally dependent on him to guide you to release. He was obsessed with the way you’d start to drool. Your inhibitions all but disappeared, and he couldn’t get enough. He’d never admit it to you, but he could never find anyone else with reactions that captivated him as much.

After an extra sharp thrust, your body seizes up and you shriek. “Toji!” you cry out.

“Mhm, never too dumb to remember that, are you? My little slut always knows who owns her,” he says.

You nod mindlessly, your head bobbing in wide movements. “Fuck me so good,” you babble, “No one else. Don’t want anyone else. Always gonna be you.”

“Good girl,” he grunts, “Pussy’s all for me. Takes me like it was made for me.”

“It’s all yours. Nobody else gets it,” you whine.

“Gonna be mine forever. Just look at you. No one else could do this to you. You ever fuck anyone else, and all they’re gonna get out of it is that they’re not as good as me,” he moans while ricocheting his hips off yours.

You gasp, getting to the point where words are an unrealistic concept.

“All your neighbors already know who this pussy belongs too. I’ve got you trained so well, I know my dumb little girl calls for me whenever she cums, even when I’m not there,” he whispers. His voice was starting to strain under the proximity of release. “Even when you’re just soooo mad at me. You press your toys to that pretty little clit to blow off steam, and you can’t help but cry out-”

“Toji!” you mewl as if he had been asking you. It was good to know your mind was still good for at least one word.

He grins like a madman and drills into you harder. Your limbs flail and your noises become short and rhythmic.

“You take any cock from any guy, and what are they hearing the whole time?” he asks.

“Toji!” you repeat.

“What was that? Don’t think they could hear you.”

“Toji, Toji, Toji,” you sob out.

“Good baby. Perfect little whore all for me. Never letting you go again,” he grunts.

“Never gonna be apart again. Gonna be yours forever,” you mumble.

Both of your breathing is picking up. Your chests puff against each other as your sweaty skin rubs against one another. It’s all a blur at the end, like always. You think you cum first, but as soon as you hit that high, you pretty much black out. The room spins and your vision fills with stars. All you really register are his groans that make your tummy flutter, and the feeling of his warmth flooding your pussy as he shoots his load inside.

This time though, the after part is fuzzy too. You vaguely feel him pull out and guide you to lay against his chest. You feel his lips against your head and his large hands cradling you close, but then you’re gone. You pass out and sleep till late in the morning.

By the time your eyes reopen, the room is full of sunlight. You take a second to remember the previous night and all that happened. Surprisingly, a sense of regret didn’t crash into you like a swat van. You actually feel some sort of satisfaction. You feel sated. The ache is gone at least for now. You have him back. As he opens his eyes and sits up to give you a kiss, you return the gesture in full.

“You gonna stay a while?” you whisper.

“Yeah. No reason for me to leave,” he says.

You give him another kiss before he lies down again and pulls you onto his chest again to rest some more. You sink into his toned body. He was yours again. You could admit now that you never stopped being his. As you lay there and absorb the dreamy atmosphere in your room right now, your poor heart truly believes that this time will be different.

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[jexnkookie]

BTS: In the Secret (Idol! Jungkook x Reader) [Chapter 5]

Summary: Big Hit announces a new season of In the Soop with a twist; one lucky Army is going to join the members for an entire summer of filming, picked by a random poll. You were selected, and ready to have an amazing summer. But what happens when you win something else that's a bit more complicated; the heart of the group's maknae?

Rating: M (18+)

Chapter Warnings: None.

Tag List: @cassies-cookies @hoeinthehouse @jjeonjjk7 @kaitieskidmore97 @laylasbunbunny @leetha43 @rrosiitas @whoa-jo @1-in-abillion 

While you were sleeping, Jungkook did what he did best when he needed to clear his head; he boxed. After slipping on his gloves and getting into position, he let it all out on a punching bag. Again, his thoughts settled on you; how you felt in his arms, how you gazed at his lips like he gazed at yours, giving him a glimmer of hope that just maybe you wanted to kiss him, too. He needed to get you alone again, and away from the cameras. 

It was something he had thought about while working out. All the cameras on the property were filming every move the members made. Of course, that’s what everyone signed up for. No surprise there. But that means everything will be up to view soon, and Jungkook didn’t know what would be aired, and what wouldn’t. Would their short-lived game of truth or dare, where you gave Taehyung a quick kiss, be seen by fans? Or your movie day together? What about him carrying you to bed? He hoped not, knowing how some fans react to just a dating rumor. He didn’t want you to be on the receiving end of one of those storms. Whatever heat he got, he could take it, and would take it, if it meant protecting you. 

So he continued thinking; how can he get you away from the other members, and away from the cameras, to have privacy with you? How can he keep this a secret, while still properly confessing? A grin came to his face as he hatched an idea, but he’d need a little time to think through the details. That wouldn’t be now, however, as you walked into the door of the gym. 

“Hey.” You greeted him with a wave. “I’m so sorry I fell asleep. That was so embarrassing, and I feel awful.” 

“Don’t, it’s ok.” He said, his voice going soft once again, as became a habit around you. “You were tired.” 

“And um…thank you, for bringing me to my bedroom.” You blushed, walking closer to him as he had paused his workout. “That was really sweet of you.” 

“Any time.” He smiled.

Figuring out where to move the conversation to, because you didn’t want to stop talking to him, you glanced to his boxing gloves. 

“Y’know, I’ve never boxed before.” You smiled. “It looks fun, though.” 

“I can show you.” He grinned, always ready to play. Jungkook began removing his gloves, before raising his sparkling eyes to yours. “Here, put these on. They’ll probably be too big but it’ll work for now.” 

Standing very close to you, he helped you put them on, as you had never done so before. You felt as though you couldn’t breathe, and like your heart had paused in your chest. How is it even possible for someone be that beautiful? He stood tall over you, and you wanted him to put his arms around you so badly. Little did you know, he wanted to, as well. He focused solely on your gloves, but being so close to you and feeling your eyes on him made him more nervous than he’d care to admit. He wanted to lean down just enough to kiss you, but he knew it wasn’t the right time. 

Not yet. Not in front of the cameras, and not on the property. 

He had an idea, and he wanted to stick to it. 

“Ok!” He smiled. “I’ll show you how to throw a punch, then you’ll hit me.” 

“I don’t wanna hurt you!” You laughed. 

“I really doubt you’re going to hurt me.” He teased, smirking at you. 

“We’ll see. I can be mean!” 

“I seriously doubt that.” Jungkook giggled. “Let’s get it, c’mon!” 

You threw punch after punch, while Jungkook blended teasing words with encouragement. He loved your competitiveness and playfulness, as it matched him so well. He thought to himself, as he was laughing with you, how easy it is just to be with you. Although you were a fan, that’s why you were selected, you treated him like a normal person. Someone to joke with, someone to just hang out with. He felt like he never had to try around you, and he appreciated that you didn’t seem to try hard to impress him, either. Everything just felt so natural. 

“Alright, Kookie, I’m taking you down this round.” You giggled through deep breaths, collecting yourself. 

“Yeah?” He grinned. “You’re confident?” 

“Mhm.” You hummed. “Watch.” 

With that, you went back in with a fierceness, making him smile and coo to himself, watching how you were trying so hard but still couldn’t even knock him back. Moving in closer to him, you both began laughing as it was clear that this was going nowhere for you. Jungkook “fought” back, moving forward towards you, making you back up despite your cute complaints. (“No fair, you’re bigger! I’m punching above my weight!”) Without paying too much attention, caught up in the fun you were having together, you were backed against the wall, trapped by Jungkook. 

“Fine! You win!” You laugh, throwing your head back to the wall. 

Jungkook was somehow even closer than he was before, with your body resting against the wall. While you both caught your breath, grinning over your silliness, Jungkook’s hand instinctively came up to brush strands of hair away from your face as your eyes were gazing into his. 

You stared at each other for what felt like hours, just enjoying being close. The moment felt fragile, as though if either person moved too quickly, it would shatter. 

“Hi.” He whispered, breaking the silence. 

“Hi.” 

“I…” Jungkook started without really understanding what it was he needed to say. “That was fun.” 

“Yeah.” You smiled warmly, biting your lip nervously before adding, “I like hanging out with you.” 

“Yeah?” He grinned. “I like hanging out with you, too.”  

And just like that, it was present again; another fragile moment. Eyes glued to each other, butterflies in his stomach, and a racing heart in your chest. Words that you both weren’t quite sure how to say, or if you should say them, lingering in the air, making the room feel heavy. The  attraction was immediate, but now the spark is glowing, as well. It was something you both knew, but didn’t understand how to approach it. 

“I, uh, think we may need a shower.” Jungkook said softly. “Before Yoongi-hyung finishes dinner.” 

“You’re probably right.” You smiled, sighing internally that the moment couldn’t last. 

“You go first. I’ll clean up here, and meet you later, ok?” 

“Ok.” You replied. You looked over his features one more time before leaving for your guesthouse. 

Jungkook was grinning uncontrollably, feeling electric from the interaction. He knew he couldn’t mess this up with you, but he needed to tell you how he felt. There was something between you two that was almost magnetic, drawing him to you in ways that felt unreal. He understood he needed to act, but it needed to be private and personal, and just right. 

He quickly reached for his phone, and looked for the answer to one question; 

How long until a lake clears after a flood? 

A week passed, and it seemed to fly by. You had discussed your favorite records with Yoongi, painted a bit with Taehyung, beaten Jin at Mario Kart (much to his dismay), and gossiped over drinks with Jimin. The latter of which you increasingly became closer with, thanking multiple glasses of wine and late night conversations for that. 

“Are you single?” Jimin asked. It was 4 a.m., and the cameras were turned off for the night, allowing you to speak more freely. 

“I am.” You responded. “Honestly, I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t. Spending a summer with 7 men alone… I don’t think a boyfriend would appreciate that, you know? What about you?” 

“That’s true… And, me too.” He said. “The last one, I don’t know… we just didn’t work out.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“It’s ok. It’s in the past now.” Jimin smiled kindly. “Can I ask about you?” 

“My last boyfriend?” You rolled your eyes at the memory. “I broke up with him. We just never had any fun together, you know? It grew stale very quickly, like we were stuck in this routine, and he took himself too seriously to try anything new.” 

“He doesn’t sound like your type.”

“Yeah?” You grinned at his response, pouring more wine. “What do you think my type is?” 

“I think you like someone you can have fun with.” He stated, leaning back into the couch, a mischievous look gracing his features as if holding in a secret. “I think you’d like someone who can make you laugh and who will play with you, but he can also be sensitive and take care of you.” 

“You almost sound like you have someone in mind for me.” You giggled. 

“Not really.” Jimin smiled, looking down at his glass. “Just guessing.” 

At the end of the week, Jungkook had come to your bedroom door, knocking to wake you. It was late; late enough where the cameras were turned off and the other members were sleeping. You furrowed your brow wondering who would be coming to get you at this time, and why. 

“Jungkook?” You whispered. “What are you doing?” 

“Y/N, I have a surprise for you,” He whispers, his eyes somehow dazzling in the dark. “Should you choose to accept it.” 

“You make it sound like a video game side quest, Kookie.” You giggle. “I accept. What is it?” 

“Put on some shoes, and come with me.” He responded with a boyish grin. “I have something to show you.” 

You did as you were told, and Jungkook led you though the dark to the ATV on the property. Attached to it, somehow, was a bottle from Yoongi’s whiskey stash and a blanket. You were suddenly thankful for the cover of the night, because you could feel your cheeks blushing as you gathered what he could be up to. 

“Get on, and hold on tight to me, ok?” He explained. “I found something I think you’ll like.” 

After getting onto the back of the ATV, you got comfortable and hugged him tightly from the back. Jungkook smiled at the feeling of your arms, and he hoped it was the first of many times he’d feel you wrapped around him. He took off, checking to make sure the members and the staff weren’t paying attention, and took you down the road. The drive was short, and you wondered what Jungkook could’ve possibly found, as you were in the woods. 

But as he drove up to what seemed to be a perfect, private oasis, your eyes grew wide. Tucked in a cleared spot, there was a lake with the moonlight reflecting off the cool water. It was peaceful and serene, with only the occasional sound of crickets breaking the silence. 

“It’s the lake that the staff members mentioned may flood.” Jungkook explained as he helped you off the ATV. “I wanted to bring you here for a few days, but it needed to clear first.” 

“This is so pretty.” You said.  

“Come on, let’s go sit down.” He said, carrying the blanket and the wine. 

“I feel like a teenager.” You laughed as Jungkook spread the blanket on the ground. “Sneaking out of the house late with a boy, stealing alcohol from the kitchen.” 

“We’re rebels.” Jungkook laughed. You sat next to him, and he popped open the bottle of wine. “Meaning we drink from the bottle, too…and totally not because I forgot to grab glasses.” 

“I love this.” You giggled. “Thank you for bringing me out here. This is nice.” 

“Anytime.” He replied softly. “I’ve been thinking… this could be our place, y’know? If we need to get away from the cameras, from the set, we can just come here.” 

“That sounds amazing.” You said. Jungkook looked over at you, admiring your features and how they glowed in the moonlight. “Oh, look! We can see stars so clearly here.” You laid down on the blanket, and Jungkook followed. 

“I can see… the moon.” Jungkook joked, making you laugh. “I don’t know much about stars.” 

“Tell me your zodiac, and I’ll show you where it is.” You smiled. 

You began pointing out to Jungkook where his corner of the sky was, and where yours was alongside it. While you spoke about stars, Jungkook had some of his own in his eyes, hanging on every word you said. The atmosphere of the lake, the red wine buzz you both felt, and your sweet voice right next to him made him so, unbelievably happy. You spoke about his corner of the sky, but he felt like this little place he found was meant for both of you. Your little corner of the world. 

“Hey.” He whispered, cutting you off softly. 

“Hey.” You whispered back. 

“I…” A brief pause, but unlike that day in the gym, he knew what he needed to say. “I just want to tell you, that I meant what I said. The day I met you, I said you were so pretty. It’s true… I think you’re beautiful.” 

“T-Thank you.” You stuttered, blushing profusely at his gaze and attention.  

“Can…Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” 

“The day we were watching a movie, and the day we were boxing… I felt something.” Jungkook explained nervously. “I felt a.. I don’t know, a spark or something, if that makes sense. Did you… Do you…” 

“Yeah.” You smiled warmly. “Yeah, I feel it, too.” 

Once again, a fragile moment appearing. The warm, summer air feels heavy once again, and a rush of vulnerability passes through. The quiet part weighs on you both now that it’s been said out loud; he feels something for you, and you feel it to. Not love, not yet. Not enough to dive in head first. But enough to be a promise of something, or the hope of an exciting possibility. 

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked, gazing down at your lips. You nodded your consent, and he slowly brought his hands to your waist, pulling you in closer to cuddle with him on the blanket. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, just as he had done back at the main house, but the action felt different this time. More real, knowing its intention. 

He smiled, as did you, at the tension of the moment. 

Then, he leans in, eyes closed. You closed yours as well, anticipating the touch. He lingers nearby, nerves taking over, but Jungkook wouldn’t miss his chance. His lips grazed yours, before connecting fully. Your hands came up to touch his chest softly, encouraging him to go just a bit further. So he did, deepening the kiss and savoring how your lips locked with his for the first time. 

After spending some time together, feeling high off of whatever this connection was, you both knew you needed to get back before the members and staff realized you were missing. Jungkook packed up and drove you back, but noticing the time and knowing the cameras hadn’t turned back on quite yet, he took your hand in his to walk you back to your bedroom. 

“Please get some rest, ok?” He whispered, leaning in close again, not able to get enough. “I’m sorry I kept you out so late.” 

“It’s ok.” You smiled, reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Y/N, listen.” He whispered, his tone more serious as he placed his hands on your hips. “I don’t want either of us to feel pressured by anyone about this… about us. I don’t want anyone jumping to their own conclusions about us before we even know for sure what we are. I just want us to spend time together, y’know? So when the cameras are on, and the members are around, let’s keep it between us.” 

“Ok.” You said, your voice a bit sad. 

“Hey, Y/N, c’mon.” Jungkook cooed, pulling you in close to hold you. “Trust me, I want everyone to know about this, but just not yet. I’m not hiding you, I’m protecting you. I promise. Please, just trust me.” 

He looked down at you, giving you a soft, slow kiss and feeling relieved when he felt your smile. 

“Goodnight.” You whispered, before turning towards the door. 

“Goodnight.” He replied. Jungkook struggled to let you go, wanting to hold you in his arms longer, now that he actually has you. 

You reached for his sweatshirt that night, wearing it to bed like you had done so many nights before. But somehow, it felt softer than ever. 

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Fighting Dirty

This pure smut one shot can be read alone, but it would take place some time after part 18 of the poly fic, We've All Got Needs, linked below.

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2341

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Summary: You can’t help it when you get distracted by Zoro during training sessions, so he brings the sparring mats to the bedroom to teach you a lesson.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Play Fighting, Self Defense Training, Brief Mention of How Reader Would React if Attacked, Discussion of being hurt and overpowered during sex with consent, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Condoms, Choking, Rough Sex, Hair-Pulling, Anal Play, Anal Fingering, Mention of Rimming and Anal Sex, Praise Kink, Pet Names (including nickname, 'Needy'), Shameless Smut

A/N: Hope you enjoy the sparring session!

Hand to hand training always made you dizzy. 

As driven as you were to get stronger and prove yourself, you still couldn’t help but get distracted.

Zoro had to be going easy on you, but with your body smacking to the mats, skin stinging as new bruises were sure to form, it didn’t fucking feel easy.

You tried to watch the movement and the tells of his body instead of the beads of sweat dripping down his lickable chest to his abs.

But he pulled you to him again, before dragging your body to the ground, pressing into you with his weight.

Your ragged breath hitched as your hips met, his body forcing you where he wanted you. 

He leaned close to your ear, his voice taunting and wicked.

“Needy, how are you ever gonna fight if you wanna get taken so badly?”

“Fuck you,” you gasped, struggling as he grinded his lower body against yours, laughing at you when your eyes rolled back in your head. 

He smacked your ass as he lifted away from you.

“Go hit the showers, needy girl.”

Groaning, you laid there for a few minutes as your heart rate slowed down.

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“Fuck,” you yelped, as you shut the bathroom door on a familiar hand.

“Not so fast,” Zoro teased, shoving his way into the room, locking the door behind him.

“We’re not done sparring yet.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the playful glint in his eye, but your breath caught as he didn’t give you time to think.

His hands were on you, dragging you out of your sweat soaked clothes while you gasped, pulling at his hair.

“This is what you wanted, huh, Needy?”

“Mm”

He gripped your chin now, already free from his own clothes, his hard length teasing along your hip as he pulled you close.

“Do you like it when I throw you around like that,” he asked in a growl as you moaned softly for him. 

“You like it, don’t you, Needy? You want me to hold you down til you can’t move, want me to overpower you, huh, baby?”

Your breath was ragged, body trembling as he breathed down on you. He gripped your face harder, giving it a small shake.

“Well?”

“Yes…”

“Get in the shower.”

You felt shivers trail along your skin as you obeyed. Your body was tired and aching, but it was still aching for him. 

He watched you from the shower next to yours, watched as both of you cleaned the sweat off your skin. 

“My hair…”

You complained as he started to drag you out of the bathing room before you’d been able to manage it.

“You’re gonna need another shower when I’m done with you.

Luckily no one saw you in the hallway while Zoro manhandled you toward his quarters. You wouldn’t have been able to hide your parted lips, your fluttering eyes. Anyone could see how much you love what he does to you. 

With a gentle push, he forced you inside. Your mouth fell open at the sight of the sparring mats on the floor, the sound of him locking the door making you shiver. 

“Zoro…”

He ripped your towel away, dropping his own. You watched his long cock twitch as it filled with blood, readying for whatever he was about to do to you. 

“Don’t let me take you down.”

His dangerous voice didn’t stop you from playing, risking more.

“Or what?”

“Or you’re gonna have a rough night, Needy.”

You lifted your chin with a small, but eager smile.

“I can handle it.”

His eyes narrowed at your confidence, and you almost broke your stance, but you kept your smile. 

Zoro set his palm against your collarbone, pushing you backwards slowly until you were standing on the mat before heading to his dresser. 

Returning with a condom, he put it in your hand and smiled.

“Put this on me, and you’d better not make a sound.” 

He smirked, knowing you normally gasp when you felt his cock in your hands. You held in your reaction as you reached for him, enjoying watching him throw his head back, hissing slightly as you wrapped your fingers around him. You rolled the condom over his warm, throbbing skin, looking at him with a challenge in your eyes as you stood.

You couldn’t help but gasp then as his hand found you, fingers exploring your already wet folds as he smiled.

“Looks like you're all warmed up. Now get ready, Needy. Stay on your feet.”

He backed up, and you let your body relax into the stance he’d taught you. 

He looked so fucking smug, you wanted to kick him, but you didn’t think you’d get the opportunity today. 

His body was loose, giving slight movements and feints that had you shifting, readying for attacks that didn’t come. 

He was laughing at you as you tried not to admire his nude form, his muscles stretching or tensing, his long cock bouncing as he shifted his weight, teasing you with the anticipation. 

“Come on, Needy. You’d better fight back.”

You sucked your teeth, letting yourself feel the breath moving in your body, narrowing your focus. 

And he fucking teased you, his arm shooting out, just grazing along yours before he jumped away.

Then he was serious, and you managed to shift away, dodging his grasp and he gave a short laugh.

Then he had you. 

His leg was behind yours, and you fought to break his hold. He laughed some more at your desperate struggle before overpowering you, bringing you to the ground. 

Zoro had your arms pinned, shin pressing down on your thighs while you growled. 

“Too bad, Needy,” he taunted, breathing a bit heavy as you fought his hold.

But you hadn’t given up yet. You used all your strength to twist and squirm your legs, fighting to bring one of your knees between you as you twisted your wrists.

“Ooh, my girl does have some fight in unf-”

You decided to fight dirty. You knew if an enemy ever had you on the ground like this, you wouldn't stick to sparring etiquette. 

And you knew Zoro would be fine. 

You started thrashing, his weight on your legs starting to slip as you twisted away, until the only hold he had was your wrists. 

You managed to twist enough to bite one of his wrists, hard.

“Ow, fuck.”

He didn’t let go, but he loosened enough for you to squirm away, kneeing him in the back as you scrambled away. 

Zoro grabbed for your leg, but you kicked backwards, making him grunt before he gripped you hard, pulling you toward him. 

Your feet kept attacking, and he had to grapple you, laying his upper body across your thighs while he grinned. He was so close to your center, but you fought back, smacking at his arm.

Punching or clawing him in the face probably would have worked, but that felt too far for your play fight.

Breathless and thrashing, you were satisfied to hear Zoro’s groans as he tried to keep your body still. But you were trapped now, unless you truly wanted to hurt him.

“Looks like I’ve got ya now.”

You waved your free arms at him.

“Only because I like your pretty face too much to claw your eyes out.”

“Shit, my girl fights dirty.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to.”

A slow smile touched his lips, sending shivers over your sweat soaked skin. 

“You won’t let anyone else take you down.”

Biting your lip, you breathed out your promise.

“Only you, Zoro.”

Gasping as he lifted from you, you didn’t have a second to catch your breath before he pinned your arms, rubbing his hard length against you, sliding your wetness along him while you cried out his name. 

“You’ll let me take you, Needy?

“Y-Yes.”

“You’ll let me hurt you?”

Moaning as he rubbed against your clit, all you could do was nod. 

He leaned close, breath mixing with yours as he threatened you.

“Use your words.”

“Please… Hurt me.”

With a soft moan, he released one of your hands, only to line himself up with your entrance and slam into you. 

It was so brutal that you let out a small scream, before choking on three of his fingers. 

His thrusts were ruthless, but the look in his eyes had you melting. His gaze was soft, satisfied. It made your eyes roll back in your head.

His fingers left your mouth, twisting into your damp hair and pulling hard, making you yelp as he brought your eyes back to his. Your freed hand dug nails into his back as he kept fucking into you, trying to drive himself through you.

“My girl is vicious, huh? You fight dirty, don’t you, baby?”

“Mmhm.”

“I knew you were dark and dirty like me, Needy. You take everything I give you so fucking well.”

Your mouth was hanging open now as you panted through his punishing rhythm. That warmth was building up, your core twisting as you writhed beneath him.

Zoro’s hand left your hair to wrap long fingers around your throat. 

“Show me how much you love it when I hurt you, baby. Come on my cock while I choke you, show me what a freak you are, Needy.”

The pressure around your throat was intoxicating. You trusted him completely, knowing you were safe in his hands, but that didn’t stop the pleasure of the risk. Your body twitched around him, desperate, drawn out moans escaped your lips as you came. The pressure built up, and rolled through you, sending electricity through your skin. 

He let go of your throat, kissing along your jaw and neck while he kept thrusting into you. 

Suddenly your were empty, gasping as he’d pulled away from you.

“Flip over.”

Trying to scramble up, you couldn’t get your body to move yet. Zoro didn’t wait for you, manhandling you as he flipped you onto your stomach. 

Pulling your hips up toward him, Zoro gave your clit some attention, his fingers getting drenched while you gasped for him.

“Can you show me how dirty you are for me, Needy?”

“What do you mean?”

Zoro swirled the back of his thumb around your clit, before dipping it inside of you, covering it with your slick. He brought his palm to your ass, teasing his thumb up and down on your cheek. 

“Will you be a good girl for me, and take my thumb in your ass while I fuck you, baby?”

Your body clenched at his raspy, menacing words, and you couldn’t tell him no.

“Yes, please.”

He moaned at your ‘please,’ bringing his thumb back to your center until it was practically dripping in your pleasure. 

Waiting for the new sensation, first you felt his swollen cock tease along your clit before entering you so slowly. He set a gentle pace that felt so strange after the beating he’d just given your aching pussy. 

Your breath caught as you felt his wet thumb gently touch and circle your asshole. You had felt the pleasure of Sanji’s tongue there before, but had never gone further than that. 

“Mm, listen to those noises you're making. Does my needy girl want my thumb in her ass?”

The steady rhythm of his cock, and the teasing sensation of his thumb massaging around the outside of that sensitive ring of muscle had your body moving to meet him.

“Yes.”

“Hmm, yes what, dirty girl?”

“Please Zoro, I want your thumb in my ass, plea-”

The filthy moan you let out had Zoro chuckling as he’d pressed his thumb into you. His gentle movements were overwhelming, the sensation so intense as you felt yourself twitching around him. 

Zoro’s thrusts started picking up speed, and you clung to the mat beneath you as Zoro used your ass like a handle to fuck into you.

“Fuck yes, Needy, gods you’re so fucking hot like this. Such a little freak, just for me.”

“Mm, Zoro…”

“I know, baby. You love taking my cock, don’t you? You’re taking my thumb so swell in your sweet little ass.”

“F-Fuck…”

“Finger yourself, show me how fucking needy you are for me, baby.”

Your fingers found your dripping cunt, barely touching your clit before you came, moaning as you took in all the sensations at once. 

“Fuuuck, you feel so fucking good when you come, Needy, you’re gonna do it again for me. I’m not done fucking you like this.”

You were still twitching and clenching while he demanded you, and he fucked you harder through your orgasm, still driving you crazy with the teasing pressure in your ass.

“Z-Zoro-”

“I didn’t tell you to stop fingering yourself, Needy. If you wanna stop, you’re gonna have to come again first.”

His growl brought a gasping moan, but you obeyed, dancing your fingers along your swollen clit.

“Good girl, so fucking dirty for me. You’re fucking dripping, Needy. You like having my thumb in your ass?”

“Yes, Zoro, it feels so good.”

“Oh yeah,” he purred, hitting you with a few slow, but deep thrusts. “Does my needy girl wanna take my cock in her ass someday?”

Your whole body clenched, squeezing around him while you moaned, eyes rolling back. 

“Mm, that sure felt like a yes. Is my girl that needy? You can’t wait to fit my cock in your tight ass?”

“Fuck… yes…” 

You kept moaning now, as another orgasm ripped through you at Zoro’s filthy words. 

“Shit, fuuuck you feel so good, So fucking good. Keep milking my cock while I come, Needy-”

Zoro’s last few thrusts kept you twitching, and his groans had you biting your lip. The feel of him pulsing and throbbing inside you was fucking incredible, even with all the overstimulation. 

Finally, you were panting, laying on the mats as you both came down. 

Zoro looked over at you with his self satisfied smile that you still wanted to punch. 

“Alright, training’s over. Time to hit the showers, Needy.”

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31. From the smut prompt list with Jess Mariano 🫶

Cooling Down

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You knew exactly what you were doing when you walked into Lukes Diner with an ice lolly in your hand. Between his shifts at the diner and working at Walmart, you’d hardly seen your boyfriend, Jess, let alone be around him for long enough to actually have any fun. So you decided to take advantage of the hot day and pay him a visit while he was working, taking a seat at the counter.

‘Hey,’ Jess greeted when he made his way back to the counter, stopping to press a quick kiss to your lips before walking behind the counter. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I feel like I’ve not seen you in ages so I thought I’d come down and read in here, you know, take advantage of the air-con,’ you said, smiling at him as he leaned on the counter opposite you.

‘As soon as I’m done with this shift, we’ll go do something, yeah?’

‘Can’t wait,’ you replied, shooing him off. ‘Now, get to work so you can finish.’

Jess reached across the counter to kiss you one more time before getting on with his work. You opened the ice lolly and placed your book on the counter, absentmindedly sucking on the lolly as your read your book. Every now and then you felt Jess’ gaze on you and you couldn’t help but smirk, sucking a little harder on the icy treat.

‘You need to stop that,’ Jess murmured in your ear, brushing his hand along your back as he walked to the counter.

‘Stop what?’ you asked, your eyes widening innocently.

‘You know exactly what you’re doing! And now I can’t stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly,’ he hissed and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips.

‘Well, that sounds like that’s on you, I’m just trying to cool down while I read my book,’ you said, shrugging your shoulders and smiling coyly at him.

Jess pinned to with a look before moving again to carry on with his shift and you decided to tease him a little more. Wrapping your lips around the ice lolly, you hollowed your cheeks as you pulled it back out of your mouth, pulling it away from your lips with a pop sound. Instantly, Jess’ hand clamped around your waist as he began heading to the stairs to the apartment, dragging you behind him.

‘You’ve not finished your shift,’ you protested half-heartedly, trying to hide your grin and Jess locked the apartment door behind you both, pressing you against it.

‘I don’t care,’ he replied, burying his head in your neck and biting at your skin, surely leaving multiple hickeys that you were going to have to try to hide for the new week or so. ‘You can’t sit there sucking on that fucking ice lolly like it’s my fucking dick and not expect me to react.’

‘So it worked then.’ Jess pulled his head back at your words, an incredulous laugh escaping his lips.

‘You’re a little brat, you know that right?’ When you didn’t reply, Jess’ fingers wound in your hair and he pulled you further into the apartment. ‘Well, if you want to be a brat, you should probably get into your proper place. On. Your. Knees.’ He said, his voice dangerously calm and you found yourself dropping to your knees instantly.

Your hands went straight to his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down your legs, an involuntary whimper escaping you when you realised that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Trailing your hand up his leg, you gently wrapped your fingers around his cock, pumping slowly, making Jess, yank your head back by your hair.

‘Don’t tease. We don’t have long before Luke realises I’m not down there and I need you to suck my cock like you were that ice lolly,’ he said, slipping his thumb between your lips. You nodded and released his thumb before pumping his cock once more before wrapping your lips around him.

You twirled your tongue around the tip of his cock before pushing him past your lips until your lips were wrapped around his base. Hollowing your cheeks, much like you did with the ice lolly, the feeling of your lips on his cock had Jess throwing his head back, his grip loosening in your hair. ‘Fuck, you’re good at that,’ he murmured.

You hummed around his cock in reply and begun to suck harder, quickening your movements as you felt him twitch in your mouth and you knew that he was close. Jess’ fingers tightened in your hair again and he pushed into your mouth until your face was flush with his hips as you felt him cum down your throat. ‘Good girl,’ he groaned before letting you off of his cock.

Standing back up, you wiped the corner of your mouth and pressed a kiss to his lips. ‘You should probably get back to work,’ you whispered against his lips before turning around and putting your hand on the door handle.

‘Where the fuck do you think you’re going,’ Jess said, pressing his hand against the door, keeping it shut.

‘Back downstairs,’ you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, his lips trailing from your shoulder up to your jaw. ‘I’m going to tell Luke that I’m not feeling well and then I’m repaying the favour.’

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Number 13 with JJ please🥹🥹🥹

‘‘Was it a good weird or a bad weird? Because that’s two totally different things.’‘ 

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During a drunken evening at the boneyard, you and JJ crossed the friendship lines and now you didn’t know what to do. A part of you wanted to bring it up, but another wished it never happened. Besides JJ’s lips on yours and the sand that fell from your shirt in the morning, you couldn’t recall much from that night.

Sarah’s jaw dropped when you told her and Kiara gasped, not expecting this kind of juicy story this early on a Sunday. ‘’You kissed JJ?!’’

You kept your eyes down and played with the tassel of your decorative pillow. ‘’If my memories are correct, yes.’’ It was your first time saying it out loud and you felt like throwing up. Or, maybe that was your hangover.

‘’How did it happen?’’ Sarah asked with a curious grin, begging for the whole story.

‘’Did he try to woo you with his terrible pick up lines? Or tell you that fake story about how he got the shark tooth?’’

Sarah laughed. ‘’The one he tells all the tourons?’’

Kiara nodded, joining Sarah with the laughing.

If you hadn't been so anxious about the whole situation, you would’ve laughed too. It was known among the group that JJ’s flirting techniques were terrible. You all wondered how girls fell for his shit when it was so obvious that he was lying to get them in his bed.

‘’I don’t know!’’ you said in complete honesty, your memories a complete black hole. A sigh left your lips. ‘’We were drunk and he was there and suddenly— I don’t want that stupid kiss to ruin our friendship. I care a lot about JJ and I can’t lose him over a drunken mistake.’’

The girls’ faces softened, realizing how upset the kiss made you.

‘’Don’t think too much into this, okay? It’s JJ,’’ Kiara reminded while Sarah pulled you in a hug. ‘’He was probably just as drunk.’’

‘’Maybe he doesn't even remember,’’ the blonde added. 

A few days passed and neither you or JJ brought up the drunken kiss. He definitely remembered, though. Every time you were in the same room, his eyes averted yours.

You tried to not let the new distance between you and JJ ruin the whole group dynamic, but something was off and everyone could feel it. You had only told the girls, but John B. seemed to be suspecting something.

‘’I'll go with,’’ JJ suggested, moving to get out of the twinkie, trying to get away from being alone with you.

John B. stopped him. ‘’No need. I have two hands. I don't need another two more to carry beers and a bag of chips. I'll be quick.’’

You both sat in silence in the twinkie, waiting for John B. to return. Silences were never uncomfortable with JJ, but this one was the longest and heaviest silence of your life. Maybe you should have walked to the chateau instead of accepting to be picked up.

‘’Hey, Y/N?’’

Your heart jumped in your chest when you heard JJ’s voice. You composed yourself and turned your head toward him over the front seat.

JJ continued. ‘’You know the other night at the boneyard? We got kinda drunk and...something weird happened with us.’’

‘’You mean when we kissed?’’ you said, purposely using the word he was avoiding. ‘’You can say the word, J, you’re not going to get cursed.’’

‘’I know.’’ He looked down, nervously fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. ‘’It was just weird.’’

‘’Yeah,’’ you agreed. ‘’It was weird for me too, but…’’ You shifted seats, sitting behind the driver seat so there was less space between you and JJ. His left arm was resting on the backrest and you played with one of his bracelets. ‘‘Was it a good weird or a bad weird? Because that’s two totally different things.’‘ You flicked your eyes up, hoping to meet JJ’s, but he was still looking down.

‘’No. Not bad weird.’’ His chest heaved as he breathed, his bottom lip caught with his teeth.

You leaned in and he lifted his head, his face — and lips — only a few inches from yours. You wanted to touch him again, and taste his lips again.

You thought this would be it, that he would close the space between you, but JJ's breath hitched as he started to freak out. ‘’What are we doing? We shouldn't be doing this.’’ He turned his head to face the window, away from you. 

‘’Don’t do this. Please.’’ You grabbed his arm, refusing to let the conversation ends. ‘’I know you push people away and freak when people get close, but don’t push something away just because you’re scared. I’m scared too, but life — and love — is living in spite of those things that scare you to death because something beautiful and fucking amazing could come out of it.’’ 

Your words seemed to have gotten through him because he turned again, a veil of fear over his face. Love — whether it be loving someone or being loved — was not a concept JJ was familiar with. He grew up without the love of a parent — a child’s primary source of love —, receiving a shower of hatred and occasional kicks and punches instead. You couldn't blame him for pushing people away and being scared of feelings. It's new to him, and everyone gets scared when they have to deal with something new and foreign.

 Fortunately for him, you were there to show and teach him a side of life he never got to experience.

You leaned over the seat, about to connect your lips with JJ’s, but John B. opened the door, snapping you and JJ out of your moment.

‘’I couldn't find the brand of chips you liked, so I picked something else—’’ He glanced between you and JJ, noticing how close you were. ‘’Am I interrupting something?’’ 

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𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Sandor Clegane x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Smut ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- Game Of Thrones ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- 18+, smut, piv sex, choking, riding, missionary, breeding kink, ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- Being in love with a guard wasn’t the ideal thing for a princess. But that didn’t stop you from secretly meeting up with him purely just to fuck. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 --- “No one can ever find out about this.” (No.41) “I told you to stay quiet didn’t i?” (No.20)

“I NEED YOU.” Were the only words you said before the Hound, Sandor Clegane had pressed you up against the wall while smashing his lips against yours.

Being the only true born daughter of King Robert was hard. Really hard. you had many responsibilities for someone so young as yourself and you hated it. Let alone the fact that one day you will be married off to some prince or lord.

That was probably the scariest responsibility you had. You didn’t want to get married off to some prince or lord you didn’t know. You wanted to get married to Sandor Clegane or rather known as the Hound.

Yeah you saw that right. The Hound. You were madly in love with Sandor Clegane and you hated it because you knew there was no future with him as your husband. With you being a princess and him being a guard. It just wouldn’t happen.

But that didn’t stop you two from secretly meeting up with each other. Most of the time Sandor would sneak to your room, just like he did tonight.

The moment you opened the door to see it was Sandor, you pulled him into room and roughly kissed him, telling him how much you missed him after being apart for one whole day. How horrible right?

So here you were, pressed up against a wall while being kissed by your secret lover.

“Sandor please…i need you.” You begged while pulling away from Sandor’s lips. “You need me?” Asked Sandor in his usual low voice. “Yes i need you. Please fuck me.” You whined while bucking your hips against Sandor’s clothed cock.

“Get here.” Grunted Sandor while carrying you to your bed only to throw you down on it.

“No one can ever find out about this.” Sandor said while climbing on top of you. You gave Sandor a small nod before pulling him into you, roughly kissing him.

Sandor immediately kissed back while reaching for your night gown. “Take it off.” You whispered to Sandor.

Sandor’s gaze moved from your night gown to your face and back to your gown. You watched how Sandor slowly unbuttoned your night gown before pushing it down, revealing your naked body.

“Fucking hell.” Groaned Sandor while staring at your bare breasts. “Go on, touch them. I know you want to.” You smirked slightly while playing with Sandor’s hair.

Sandor slightly bit his lip while thinking about your words. He didn’t want to disrespect you in any way. He was your guard after all. He was supposed to protect you, not to fuck you behind closed doors. But here he was, laying in your bed while getting ready to fuck.

“Here.” You smiled softly while taking one of his big hands in yours, guiding it to your left breast.

Sandor’s breath slightly hitched when he felt your breast. But that didn’t stop him from softly kneading your soft flesh.

“So pretty.” He murmured before taking your left nipple in his mouth. You gasped when you felt his wet mouth on your skin. It felt so good that you wanted to feel more.

“Sandor…” You whimpered while throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your breasts.

Sandor only grunted while sucking on your nipple, he just couldn’t get enough of it.

“I need you Sandor.” You breathed while your head fell slightly back. Sandor gave you a small nod before getting up.

You watched how he took off his armor before he joined you in bed again, being completely naked.

“Come here.” Grunted Sandor while grabbing your waist, pulling you on top of him so you were straddling his lap.

You could feel his hard cock poking the inside of your thigh which turned you on like crazy.

“Do you need some preparation first?” Asked Sandor while slightly moving you up and down his lap. You shook your head. “I just want to feel you please.” You sighed softly while taking hold of his cock.

Sandor watched how you pumped his length a few times before positioning it at your wet cunt.

“Are you sure about this?” Asked Sandor while grabbing your hips tightly. “Yes Sandor i’m sure, just fuck me.” You whimpered before lowering yourself down on his cock.

“Fuck.” You moaned softly while feeling how Sandor stretched you out with his big cock.

“You’re so tight.” Groaned Sandor while slowly thrusting in and out of you. You could only moan at the feeling of Sandor fucking you. It even came to the point where you almost screamed out in pleasure, but Sandor was quick to shut you up with placing his hand over your mouth.

“Keep quiet. You don’t want people to hear us do you?” Asked Sandor while rocking your hips down onto his cock, making him moan slightly.

You quickly shook your head while grabbing both of Sandor’s shoulders to steady yourself.

“Smart girl.” Smirked Sandor before throwing you off of him, so you were now laying on your back.

You watched how Sandor grabbed both of your legs and placed them over his shoulders before positioning his cock back at your entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Sandor smirked before pushing his cock into your cunt, causing you to gasp in both pleasure and pain. You swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck Sandor!” You moaned loudly before immediately regretting it. Sandor stopped pounding into you to look you in the eyes.

“I told you to stay quiet, didn’t i?” Sandor asked in his usual low voice, making your body shiver slightly.

“I’m sorry.” You said quickly, hoping that Sandor would see past it. Unfortunately, he didn’t.

“If i tell you to stay quiet, you stay quiet. Understood?” Sandor asked while wrapping one of his hands around your throat.

“Yes sir.” You answered while wrapping both of your hands around his arm which was currently choking you.

“Good girl.” Praised Sandor before going back to fucking you. “You look so pretty underneath me.” Sandor smirked while pounding into you.

“I could fuck you for hours.” Grunted Sandor while grabbing one of your breasts with his other hand.

You could only moan at his filthy words. Of course you did it as quiet as possible, not wanting people to find out about your little secret affair with the Hound.

“S-Sandor i think i’m close.” You managed to say between moans while you arched your back as best as you could.

“Oh yeah? Is my little princess about to come?” Asked Sandor while deepening his thrusts. You rapidly nodded while closing your eyes in pleasure.

“Go on then, milk my cock like a good little girl.” Smirked Sandor while tightening his grip on your throat.

You did as you were told and released all over Sandor’s cock, causing him to grunt as he felt your juices running down his length.

“Such a good little girl.” Praised Sandor as he leaned down to sloppily kiss your lips. “Only for you.” You smiled shyly before kissing him back.

Sandor slowed his thrusts, wanting to help you ride out your orgasm before chasing his own release.

So when Sandor was sure you rode out your orgasm, he sped up his thrusts again, wanting to come as well.

“I’m gonna come.” Announced Sandor with a grunt while burying his head in your neck. “Fill me up Sandor.” You whispered into his ear, sending him over the edge.

“O-oh fuck!” Groaned Sandor as he came inside of you, filling your cunt with his seed.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. Sandor placed a few kisses behind your ear before pulling his cock out of you.

You watched how he tried to get up from the bed, so you quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back into you, causing him to chuckle while kissing your cheek.

“I have to clean you up princess.” Sandor chuckled while looking into your eyes. You rolled your eyes at his words which caused Sandor to laugh even more.

“Don’t call me that!” You groaned while covering your face with your hands. “What? A princess?” Asked Sandor with a smirk.

“Yes! You know i hate it when you call me that. Especially in private.” You told Sandor while pouting at him. “I apologize.” Said Sandor with a slight smile before really getting out of bed.

You watched how he collected a washcloth before climbing back into bed. “Come here girl.” Sandor said while pulling you closer by your ankles.

You slightly spread your legs and watched how Sandor began to clean the inside of your thighs. When he was done, he threw the washcloth away before laying down, pulling you against him.

You immediately nuzzled into his side while wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Thank you for this.” You whispered while looking up at Sandor. Sandor snorted slightly before leaning down to kiss you.

“You’re welcome princess.”

“Don’t call me that!”

(A/N): I am so sorry for the bad ending😭 i was really tired when i wrote this so i kinda wanted to finish it as fast as possible. I still hope you all liked it though! Thank you for reading <3

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rock bottom - lip gallagher

-pairing- lip gallagher x fem!reader

-summary- after bumping into lip on the street, you catch up and realize lip isn't doing too good. for this request here

-warnings- angst, vomit/throwing up, alcohol abuse, smoking (w33d), drinking, shameless activities lol,

-word count- 2k

Friday nights for you were always the same. After clocking out at work, you’d stop at your local shop to buy a pack of smokes and some beers before heading home to your couch. You liked the routine, it was like self-care to you. Instead of spending the weekend partying as you used to, you’d spend the weekend alone, watching sitcom reruns with a beer. 

As soon as you stepped out of work you were on autopilot. You knew what to expect, Friday nights were always the same. You’d get the train, then walk to the same shop, wave at the same shopkeeper, walk to the same fridge, and get the same beer, before walking to the counter to buy the same smokes and then walk the same five minutes to your apartment. 

You liked the repetition, it was a time for your brain to switch off, almost like meditation. As you paid the shopkeeper, whose name you really should know by now, you heard the bell at the door. You thanked the shopkeeper, like always, and stuffed your change into your purse. 

Someone bumped into your back, sending the coins in your hand skidding across the counter. Picking up the coins you see their beige jacket heading for the booze, you roll your eyes. 

Unfortunately, this was also part of your routine, living in a not-so-nice neighborhood meant that there were always junkies, or drunks, in their own world focused on their next fix. You didn’t mind them in all honesty, although you wished they had a better sense of direction. 

You are clumsy enough as it is, you didn’t need any more help with being knocked over. Making sure you had all your money, you waved to the shopkeeper before heading out.

Outside the shop, you wrapped your coat across your chest hoping to keep the cold air out as you opened your new packet of cigarettes. Pulling a lighter out of your pocket, you spark a cigarette. You hear the shop bell not far behind you, pocketing your lighter you start to head for home. 

You aren’t far from the shop when you hear a voice behind you, “Mind if I bum one of those?” 

You turn to find the owner of the beige jacket behind you, but under the glow of the street lamps, you can’t be sure you recognise them. 

“Lip?” You take a step closer trying to verify that it’s really him. It’s his smile that confirms it.

You hadn’t seen him in a while, last you heard he was at college but looking at him now, in the middle of the street, shop lights illuminating him, he didn’t look himself. Maybe it was just the stress of college, but he looked tired and worn, his skin pale, accentuating the dark bags under his eyes. 

Pulling a fresh cigarette from the pack you both move closer, handing it to him you grab your lighter from your pocket. Instead of handing him the lighter, you light it, letting the orange flame dance between you. He leans forward, cigarette between his lips inhaling to ignite it. 

It’s then you smell it, the sharp smell of alcohol. He smelt of stale cheap alcohol and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on, it was sweet and sour at the same time. 

He took a step back, exhaling he thanked you. You shrugged it off, back in the day you two would share cigarettes without even asking. Then you both just stood there, in the smokey silence. You didn’t know what to say, what do you say after it's been so long? 

Before you knew what you were saying you invited him back to your place for a beer. You weren’t sure it was the best idea considering you could already smell alcohol on him but you hadn’t seen him in so long and you didn’t know when or if  you’d see him again. You could tell he was thinking the same thing, taking his time before he responded. He accepted almost reluctantly.

The two of you walked the short walk to your apartment in silence, the only contact you had was Lip occasionally bumping into you before mumbling an apology. You spent the time trying to think of what to say. You wanted to ask how he was doing but it was clear he wasn’t doing good.

Opening the door to your apartment you immediately regret inviting him over, your place was a mess, and you can’t even remember the last time you cleaned.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” you scrambled to put the dirty dishes in the sink and the trash in the garbage.

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugs.

Settling opposite each other at the kitchen table you crack open a beer before passing him one, maybe a drink will bring back the sarcastic, flirty Lip you remember. God knows you need a drink.

“So, how have you been, I heard you were at college?” You finally ask, ripping off the metaphorical band-aid.

He looks into his can of beer, not saying anything. Maybe you could have asked that a bit better. 

“I- err I was kicked out,” he finally said not looking up.

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged, “I mean I didn’t really want to go in the first place.”

Unsure of what to say, you sip your beer in silence.

“What about you?” He asked looking up from the can between his hands, “I mean you have your own place now,” he glanced around your space.

“Yeah,” you smiled, you loved having your own place, “I’m working at this office uptown, honestly I hate it but you know I’ve got bills to pay,” you tried to keep the conversation going but knew he didn’t want to talk about your crappy job.

“You still smoke weed, right?” Before he could answer you answered for him, “Of course you do, who am I kidding?” You laughed.

Walking to your room you grabbed your stash and made your way back to the kitchen table. Placing your rolling tray down you handed Lip the joint you had rolled before work and began rolling yourself one. You knew a little weed would get the conversation following, the two of you would smoke all summer long before life got in the way. 

After a few joints and more beer, the conversation was going just fine, almost like the old days.  He told you everything his family had been up to, and you complained about work and your jerk ex-boyfriend. 

Somewhere along the way, the conversation deepened, and Lip opened up to you. He told you why he got kicked out of college, that he’s been drinking uncontrollably and he doesn’t remember the last time he’d been home. It broke your heart to see him like this. 

Growing up on the southside you knew not everyone would make it out but if you were placing bets, you would’ve bet on him. 

Seeing him so lost and broken, it was like looking at a stranger. You tried your best to comfort him but honestly, comfort was never your strong suit.

You were about to roll another joint when you heard the birds chirping outside. You checked your phone before looking out the window. Sure enough, the sky was lightening every so slightly. When you turned to Lip he was pocketing his phone having just checked the time himself.

“Shit, I’m sorry for staying so long, I’ll get going,” he stood wiping the few stray tears from his face.

“Don’t be sorry,” you stood as well, you didn’t want him to leave especially not like this.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I go?”

You pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and began clearing away the empty cans while trying to think of something more to say to him. Once the cans were away and Lip wasn’t back you pottered about tidying up here and there. 

When he still didn’t emerge you went to check up on him. Outside the bathroom, you heard nothing, you knocked on the door.

“Lip?” you pressed your ear against the door but still heard nothing.

Twisting the doorknob, the door didn’t open. It should have opened, the lock has been busted since you moved in. 

Calling out to him you used all your body weight to try to open the door. You were able to push it just far enough open for you to slip inside, the door slamming forcefully shut behind you.

There on your bathroom floor is Lip Gallagher. He is curled up on the cold tile floor his feet blocking the door. You immediately checked his pulse and breathing, thankfully he has just passed out. And thrown up, there's puke in the toilet and some on the seat. Before attempting to wake him you get a large glass of water and prepare a cold washcloth.

Back in the bathroom, you wipe the puke from his chin before gently shaking him awake. He is barely conscious as he sits up leaning against the bath. You force him to have some water before you quickly clean the toilet. 

Now that he is sitting up you notice he has some sick on his coat, that he never took off in the hours he was here. Taking it off and tossing it to the side you realize why there is vomit dried and crusted on his shirt. You close your eyes feeling your heart break even more. 

You place your hand on his cheek and look at him, his face pale and sweaty.  “What happened, Lip?” you ask knowing he won't answer. 

Taking off his shirt, you toss it with his coat to be washed later. Standing you try to wake him enough to get him into bed, he is barely awake by the time you get him to stand up and guide him to the bedroom. 

In the bedroom, he flops onto your bed. You remove his shoes and pull his legs onto the bed. Tucking him up in the bed, he begins to snore quietly, you make sure he is on his side and pull your trashcan close in case he needs to vomit again. 

Back in the bathroom you put his clothes in the washing machine and took the cup of water to the bedside. You watched Lip sleep for a moment, he finally looked peaceful. You turn to the cupboard to get a blanket and some pillows, so you can sleep on the couch.

“Y/n?” you turn to see Lip hasn’t moved save for opening his eyes.

“Just sleep, Lip,” you close the cupboard and move for the door. “I’ll be on the couch.”

“Will you stay with me?” you can barely make out his face in the dark, “please.”

Without saying a word you close the bedroom door, dropping the pillows and blanket at the foot of the bed. Lip shuffles over, making space for you. Once you are in the bed, he snuggles into you, resting his head on your chest. You stroke his hair as you listen to his steady breathing. 

When he's finally asleep you place a kiss on his head, “we will fix this, I don’t how but we will. I promise.”

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[escapism-writer]

Talk to me - Gavi x Reader

A/n: Heres to me one day having a good upload schedule! I wrote this all in one go and do not have the motivation to re-read it sorry.

Summary: You felt to afraid to ask for help, but that didn’t matter when Gavi finds you crying alone.

Warnings: Angst, comfort, not proof read.

You lifted your legs towards your chest, protecting yourself from all the thoughts that raced through your head. Tears started to escape one by one, your ears started to ring. You couldn’t tell what you were feeling but whatever it was, you wanted it to stop. The more your thoughts clashed with each other the more forceful the tears fell, fighting against you holding them in. As the mixture of pain, sorrow and confusion became unbearable you stopped fighting. Then it hit you. Why were you crying here alone? You pushed away the thought of feeling sorry for yourself.

Anger hit you like a rubber band being pulled until it snapped. You felt your tears fall more violently, your thoughts became more blame full on everyone around you. You had done nothing but tried your best and it lit a flame inside, to know no one had noticed. You wanted to scream. You wanted to throw everything nearby, to create a bubble spaced from anything that could cause you to break anymore. Anytime anyone asked for help you were there, hell, even if they looked sad for five minutes you dropped everything to help them out, making jokes to lift their spirits or giving them advice to try and console them.

Yet here you were, after months and months of build up. Even when people did notice, they didn’t help. They’d ask you, “Are you sure your okay?” Obviously you didn’t want to bother anyone, so you’d always answer with “Ah, its nothing to worry about!” You knew you couldn’t expect them to just know how you were really feeling, but you really wanted to. If you could know how others felt, then why couldn’t they? Asking for help personally was never going to happen. You were afraid to say something wrong, or make it sound worse then it really was. Your thoughts were cut short by the sound of your bedroom door opening.

“Hola, Mi Vida.”

The voice was undeniably coming from your boyfriend, you mustn’t have noticed him come though the front door. You moved your head in the opposite direction, begging that the footballer would not notice your tear-stained face. You used the sleeve of your, but really Gavi’s, hoodie to wipe your face dry.

“Was wrong Mi Vida?”

You felt the boy’s warmth, as his arms pulled you into a hug from behind. His cologne help your body relax a little in his arms, feeling as safe ad you could. The anger flowed out, replaced back with the original sadness.

“Its nothing to worry about, everything’s better now your here.”

You sighed out, you didn’t lie. Everything always felt better when he was with you. Although he didn’t know it, his touch was a comfort in itself to you. His warmth protected you more than you could have ever.

“I just walked into you crying in the dark. Do you really think thats nothing to worry about?”

You laughed slightly at the thought of what Gavi must’ve seen. How embarrassing! You turned around, giving up hiding your tear-stained cheeks. You looked into his eyes, I he ones that drew you to him from the very beginning. You shot the golden boy a smile, before letting out a light laugh again while shaking your head.

“Hmm, it doesn’t sound like anything to worry about.”

Gavi looked sympathetic, instead of laughing like you had wished he was. You weren’t sure you were ready to talk tonight about your feelings, despite all the mental arguments you had earlier on. His sympathetic face only deepened as he struggled to read you.

“Please talk to me, Y/N. I can’t stand seeing you like this. Te quiero mucho.”

You felt yourself break at his comment. You bit your lower lip, trying to prevent yourself from bursting into tears for the second time in one night. As you considered what to say, your mind was infected by pain that spread faster than you could cut it off. Your eyes met with Gavis once more. Seeing his brown doe eyes lingering with empathy you felt yourself collapse again.

“I don’t know if I can keep living like this Pablo.”

Tears returned, as if they had never left. You hated breaking down in front of others. Watching them unsure on how to comfort you, only made you worry more. Though Gavi was not like that. He instantly pulled you into a hug before whispering into your ear.

“I’ll always be here for you, I can help you if you just tell me what I can do-“

“Can you just lay here with me.”

Gavi pulled from the hug, adjusting his position. He moved himself under the blanket, patting a place next to him. You rested your head on top of his chest, falling deeper into sleep as you synchronised your breathing with his. You followed the beating of his heart, until your body completely relaxed, free from any emotion it held before.

“Te quiero, princesa.”

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