#i apologise in advance for my grammar

[happyspookysteamer]

Letters to a Friend

Chapter 1

Old, worn out pistons could be heard working hard in one of the most severe downpours the island has ever seen. The skies were covered in clouds, with very little to no sunlight being able to pierce them. A goods train rumbled slowly through the countryside, though it rumbled louder than usual since the train was being pulled by the Railway’s number 5 engine. Smoke was billowing through his funnel and his wheels occasionally slipped. Rain pelted his boiler and the trucks behind him groaned. “I’m staring to understand where Henry is coming from” grumbled the red engine. “Well it's the last train, afterwards we are getting you home” His driver said, patting his side affectionately. Even they couldn’t avoid getting soaked, having raincoats crudely hung over their usual work uniforms. The poor engine was exhausted and frustrated. It was bad enough having to pull a goods train, and anybody will tell you why this engine is not the biggest fan of goods trains, but he also has to work in this weather going at a painfully slow speed.

The grumbling continued till the got to the Harbor. The already bad weather turned into a thunderstorm. The already loud docks became so much louder than usual. Cranky, though working hard, grumbled even louder than James. Speaking of the red engine, when James pulled in with his goods he barely heard salty pull up beside him through the business of the docks, “LOVELY DAY RIGHT MATEY?” Yelled the dockyard diesel loudly over the noise with a grin. “NO, QUITE THE OPPOSITE!” James yelled back. The crew jumped out to find the manager, and a few men came to uncouple James from his train. Thunder crashed, and the downpour became more intense. “YOU WON'T BE MAKING IT BACK TO TIDMOUTH UNTIL THIS STORM PASSES, I’M AFRAID” Salty yelled again. James just groaned loudly.

His driver and fireman returned to his cab. “Well then, old boy, We can put you in the goods shed for now just to get you out of this rain”. James gawked in disbelief at the idea first, but at the sound of thunder he quickly reconsidered, a roof over his smoke box is better than being outside in the rain. His crew rolled him away from his train, and salty shunted his train away. James made his way over to the goods shed. His crew turned him around with a set of Y rails and backed him up until the sound of the rain no longer bounced off of his form. Steam hissed from him like a sigh of relief, trying to come down from a stressful journey. His crew came out of his cab and knowing their engine they prepared some towels to dry him off.

James looked at them appreciatively. “You did good today Jim” His driver, Vance Jordan, patted him on the buffers before climbing onto his frame and drying off his face. “Thank you, Vance, and you too Wallace” Wallace Peterson, the fireman, gave his favorite engine an affectionate pat on the boiler. James is very happy to have these two men as is driver and fireman. He loved all the crew he ever had while in service, Even the more strict Laurence, a now retired driver from the 1930s. But these two men made it a point to take care of him. They reprimanded him when he messed up, yes, but over the years they have been able to form a bond and the three are extremely close.

James practically purred as his crew dried him off, Vance being extra careful drying the scar on the engine’s face. Though the accident was years ago, the red engine is sometimes still self-conscious about it if reminded of it. Vance, seeing James’s, crestfallen face, patted his engine gently on the cheek and finished drying him off. When he finished, he sat on James’s buffer beam and looked out into the pouring rain. Wallace joined them after he finished up as well and the two men unpacked some of their leftover food, Wallace gestured to James holding up what is left of his sandwich, basically asking James if he wants it. James opened his mouth as an answer, and Wallace chucked the sandwich in the engine’s mouth with an amused smile.

They stayed like this for a while, just relaxing. James and his crew just talked about the horrible weather, some of the other engines, James’s dislike of goods trains, bootlaces and anything that could make his paint dirty. As time wore on and his crew was getting cold, they considered finding warmer shelter. “We’d have-to drop James's fire if we leave, but we still have another train to take tonight and firing him up again would be a hassle”. “Plus I don't really feel like being alone in the cold, y know, not that pleasant”. James just put in. “He’s got a point, Vance”. “Well, I don't feel like freezing either.” said Vance in return. They thought about it for a while before they ultimately thought that they find some other way to keep themselves occupied.

Then Wallace came up with a strange idea. “Why don't we write a letter to someone? I don't know, like meet someone new, just to pass the time?” “Elaborate please?” Vance followed up. “Well, I was just thinking, do you remember old Turner?” “Barely” said Vance. “Wasn't he once a driver on the Culdee fell Railway?” said James. “Yep! He used to drive Wilfred, but he suffered an injury that he had to give up his job, and during the war while in service, he had a pen-pal in America that he would write during his spare time. They became the best of friends and met after the war.”

“So you want us to just write somebody randomly?” said James skeptically. “Plus, what would we even say?” said Vance, having a similar stance to James. “It... It would kinda give us something to do to pass the time, y know? And we could, uh… write to an Engine! And their Crew! So James can also help with the letter, come on, it could be fun!” “To be fair Vance, we really have nothing else better to do at the moment, and you could watch my fire.” said James. Vance gave in.

Wallace grabs his raincoat and sprints into the rain, yelling, “I’LL BE BACK!” James and Vance wait staring back out at the pouring rain in silence till they hear running footsteps going through puddles toward them. Wallace looks poofier, this is because, as he will explain “I got us some blankets from the station to keep warm aaaand… I found this!” After he tosses the blanket that was stored in his jacket over to Vance, he also pulls out what looks like a book. “And that is?” said James. “This, my friend, is an address book that the manager let me borrow. There are railways and other companies that are in our supply chain, for example on the mainland, Spain and France. We could just pick one of the addresses, aaand just write a letter?” “To the company, Wallace?” said Vance. “I was thinking that we write to an anonymous engine, y know, slap a number on it and see if the engine and crew responds”. James looked at Vance, “We really have nothing better to do?”

Wallace pouted and sat on James’s buffer beam. He wrapped himself in his blanket and scooted closer to Vance. He pulled out a pun and paper and used the book as a hard surface to write on. “Look, let's just start off by writing down what we would say to a potential pen pal and then think about where to send it.” James and Vance looked down at the paper and pen on Wallace’s lap. He started off the letter with introducing himself, Vance and James. The red engine legitimately thought about it. “Oh well, I guess there is no harm” said James. They ended up spending quite some time on this letter. Vance constantly doting on Wallace’s Grammar and James being the one who was coming up with what to write. As they finished, it was starting to get dark. The rain let up a bit and James and his crew took the opportunity to get back to the sheds at Tidmouth, so they could warm up in the crew shed until the next train.

#its my first fic cut me some slack plz #i apologise in advance for my grammar #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte #ttte fanfic #ttte james #james the splendid engine #james the red engine #james makes a new friend #ttte oc #letters to a friend

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Some softish wedding vibes for the lovely @flowercrowngods sorry this took all day

The wedding was beautiful. A cosy little affair in the forest surrounding the Byers-Hopper cabin, just The Party and their immediate family. The guests had a myriad of mismatched chairs decorated with pretty tulle bows, the aisle strewn with wildflower petals collected by the kids, fairy lights strung from the trees casting a warm glow over the dusk ceremony.

The older teens of the party had been on decorating duty and they’d done a great job, even if Steve did say so himself.

Joyce looked stunning in her simple, lace summer gown, Hop beaming and wiping tears from his eyes as Jon walked his mum down the aisle.

Claudia sobbed loudly, Dustin tutting but handing her tissues, shhing her every now and again, making everyone hide a smile behind their hands when she'd wailed "it's just so beautifulllllll!"

Murray had officiated, dressed in ceremonial robes and actually on his best behaviour for a change. Will was Joyce's man of honour, El was Hop's best woman, Steve had never seen either of them look more radiant.

Steve had been roped into dress shopping by El and Max because although she was doing much better, Max's eyesight wasn't what it once was and Steve was apparently the only one with any fashion sense. He was glad he'd gone with them because the three of them had had so much fun, both girls had picked beautiful dresses without really needing his help at all, not that it stopped him smiling to himself as they spun happily in front of the floor length mirror, letting the skirts flow around them, or from taking them both for new records and ice cream, that Dustin had thrown a two hour fit for missing out on.

Then somehow the mum's had talked him into taking all the boys to hire tuxedos, not that he'd minded but Eddie had tagged along when he heard from Dustin that it was going to be a fun road trip with new records and ice cream, and seeing him spin out of the dressing room, all high on life from being with the kids and out of Hawkins, his hair tied up in a messy bun had taken Steve's breath away. Luckily he'd managed to cover it up with a laugh when Dustin had popped out next dressed in a white tux, strutting around because he thought he looked like Elvis.

So they all looked gorgeous and it was all just very sweet and picturesque and romantic.

Although Steve could've done without Mike snarking in his ear at every opportunity, snapping his name like his nanny used to when he was misbehaving, except Steve wasn't doing anything wrong. In fact the first time he'd been told off he'd been up a ladder hanging lights, the second time he'd only walked out the cabin, now dressed in his suit, trying and failing to get his tie perfect. The third time he'd been stuffing cake in his mouth in a rush because his and Max's song had just come on but he was torn between moving and eating, so he'd sloppily thrown the cake in his mouth, frosting pouring out the edges of his lips. Steve didn't get his reaction, yeah it was a little gross but Max was laughing so who cared.

So as soon as the song ended and El came back to dance with Max, Steve grabbed Mike by the collar and dragged him into the cabin.

"Okay, what's your problem? You've been at me all day!" Steve demanded to know, hands on his hips.

Mike spluttered and grouched incoherently, something about Eddie, him being a person, which was just perplexingly obvious. And for someone who'd had a lot to say all day, he suddenly wasn't saying anything, but Steve knew if he just waited Mike out, he'd eventually get his thoughts out in a coherent sentence. Except Will came dashing into the cabin, eye's lighting up when they landed on Mike, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him back out into the party, before he ever had a chance.

Steve sighed rejoining the reception, mingling and chatting and trying not to be too obvious as he watched Eddie, maybe he'd said something to Mike, maybe he'd noticed the way Steve hadn't really been able to keep his eyes to himself, since, well since forever really but he'd definitely been more consciously aware of his lingering gazes since he'd woken up in the hospital with a joke and a groan, and they'd only become more incessant since he'd first seen him in that damn tux. Christ, Steve get a hold of yourself!

He just hopes he wasn't making Eddie uncomfortable, he didn't think he was because every time Eddie glanced over, it was always with a big smile, the one that started soft but grew until his dimples were showing when Steve smiled back, so he was almost sure that probably wasn't it, surely he'd look away like Robin did when men letched over her.

The next time Mike snapped at him, he was only dancing with Robin, not closely and certainly not well. Dancing In The Moonlight by King Harvest was playing, it was a song they all knew and loved and listened to whenever they all hung out. Robin had dragged him to his feet, just as he'd sat down with Wayne to chat about next weekend's game, and forced him to dance, waggling his arms around and doing all the silly moves until he couldn't help but join in.

Steve's eyes immediately snapped to Eddie, who was sitting by the edge of the makeshift dance floor, looking more miserable than Steve had ever seen him, even when he was a wanted man and on the run. Steve handed Robin to Mike, who protested about being forced to dance, but Robin had had a few glasses of wine and didn't seem too fussed about who she was dancing with, so long as she had a dance partner.

Wayne had his arm slung over the back of Eddie's chair but Eddie was slouched forward head in his hands forlornly watching everyone dance instead of joining like he usually would. Wayne and Steve shared a smile as he headed towards them, Wayne jumping up with a mumbled excuse, disappearing over to the buffet table to chat with Claudia.

Steve loved how he never needed words with Wayne, it was like he could read Steve like a book, had since their first meeting in Eddie's hospital room, he'd just given Steve a hard stare and for a second he thought he was about to get a smack or at least thrown out but Wayne had just given him a soft smile and pulled out another uncomfortable plastic chair for Steve to sit with him at Eddie's bedside.

They'd been fast friends, bonding over stories of Eddie, sports and an adoration of cheese of all things. Wayne even called him son, like he did with Eddie but that was probably just because there hadn't been a weekend since Eddie left the hospital, where Steve hadn't been at their new government bought apartment, screaming at the tv or the radio with Wayne, Eddie huffing and rolling his eyes and bemoaning that he was being forced to put up with two sports fanatics.

But Steve quickly learned the easiest way to settle Eddie was through his stomach, staying after the game to make fresh pizza or four cheese gnocchi or manicotti, from recipes he'd stolen from an old trunk in his attic, watching with pride as both Munson's wolfed down his food, was the easiest way to make Eddie beam at him.

Eddie hadn't noticed Steve coming over, didn't even perceive his presence until there was nothing but a pair of legs directly in his eyeline, forcing Eddie to look up at him.

"Hi," Steve said tentatively, Eddie's smile settling quickly back into place but not quite meeting his eyes.

"Stevie," Eddie greeted, aiming for normality but just the fact that he hadn't drawn out the e gave him away, "nice moves," he teased, sounding a bit too grouchy to be playful.

Steve adored that about their dynamic, the playful mocking, the poking and tickling and doing whatever they could to make the other bite back or laugh hysterically or both but it felt less like their playful banter and more like a defense mechanism, like maybe Eddie was mad with him.

And maybe it was something about the soft warm lighting or the giant strawberry moon peering down on them or the fact that they were at a wedding but something felt bigger, heavier but at the same time incredibly delicate like one wrong move could destroy them both.

"Dance with me," Steve murmured instead of teasing him back, holding his hand out for Eddie to take. Eddie furrowed his brows and blinked owlishly at him, Steve couldn't help thinking he looked adorable but if he let his introspection go on too long, he'd be lost for the night. Steve wafted his hand impatiently, trying to snap Eddie into the present but he only blinked slowly at his outstretched hand too.

"Aren't you dancing with Robin?" Eddie eventually asked hesitantly, which confused the living bejesus out of Steve because surely he couldn't mean…

Steve shook his head vigorously trying to send that mental image back to the pits of hell where it belonged, glancing purposefully over to the dance floor, he could see Robin'd got her arms around Nancy's neck blushing deeply as she babbled constantly. He knew she hadn't quite been able to look at Nancy the same way since they'd visited Creel together but Nancy had her arms securely around Robin's waist, listening intently and grinning and maybe, just maybe…

"I think she's content with her new partner," Steve mumbled, knowing full well that Eddie knew Robin almost as closely as he did, knew that Eddie could see what he saw and that whatever he was doing was some kind of avoidance technique, "dance with me."

They'd danced before, alone and in front of the party, there was no reason for Eddie to be nervous, didn't stop him looking anxiously around Steve's legs at the dancefloor, "There's people," Eddie muttered dejectedly.

Steve glanced over his shoulder and then back to Eddie, with a confused frown, "You mean all the people who love and care about us?" he asked affectionately.

Eddie snorted and huffed, "You," he corrected shortly.

Steve's brows furrowed deeply, "Huh?"

Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes, "All the people who care about you," he clarified grumpily.

Oh no, he's gone down the rabbit hole.

Steve sighed heavily, "Okay, that's not even close to the truth, but for the sake of not arguing, if they care about me, they have to care about you," he informed him.

Eddie sniggered, "Why, you gonna beat 'em up if they don't?" Eddie tried to tease but it came out too flat.

"No," Steve sighed, hooking his finger under Eddie's chin and forcing him to look at him, "anyone who doesn't care about you, doesn't get to care about me. These people are my family but if it came down to a choice of them or you, I'd pick you every time," Steve admitted sincerely.

Eddie's breath hitched but he didn't say anything, looked like he might cry if he did.

Steve decided it was time to just use his trump card, "Dance with me. Please."

And just like that Eddie jumped to his feet dragging Steve onto the dancefloor, because Eddie never denied Steve anything when he said please, not that Eddie ever denied him anything really but it was like a little button that overpowered all Eddie's apprehension and theatrics.

"Can I stay with you please?"

"C'mon Eddie, up, Owens says it'll be good for you to go for a little walk. No? Please?"

"Could you just keep talking until I fall asleep please?"

"Can you pick Dustin up tonight please?"

"Could you bring milk when you come over please?"

"What's wrong Eds? Talk to me, please."

They got situated just as the song changed to a much slower one, At Last by Etta James. Appropriate, Steve thought gleefully. Eddie just stood there, a little shell-shocked and unsure but not running away so Steve gently took his hands and put them on his waist, circling his own around Eddie's neck, except Eddie had his arms perfectly straight keeping a space between them.

"What're you doing?" Steve asked, fond amusement in his voice, it wasn't like they'd never been close before.

"Leaving room for Jesus," Eddie replied, Steve recognised it as an autopilot response, Eddie long lost to his mind, but Steve couldn't help it, the bubble of laughter just burst right out of him. Sometimes Eddie was just inadvertently funny and when Steve laughed he'd stand there like he was replaying the conversation until Eddie was laughing too at his own comment but Eddie's face crumbled, trying to pull away but Steve just held on tighter.

"Hey, no, Eds. I wasn't laughing at you, just maybe we're a bit old for Jesus to need to dance with us. C'mere," Steve said, pulling Eddie closer, wrapping his arms more tightly around him, swaying slowly to the music.

The look in Eddie's eyes as they listened to the song told Steve all he needed to know about why Eddie had been avoiding him, why he was only looking his way when he thought Steve wasn't looking, why he was being so evasive, how he'd managed to spiral so far that he thought he and Robin, ugh, Steve can't even think it.

Even Mike's snapping made a whole lot more sense, "Stop messing with Eddie," boy really needs to learn to stop grumbling, "he's a person, he has feelings!" Mike could see Eddie pining and had taken it on himself to try to stop Steve doing whatever mundane task that had Eddie yearning.

It was probably the sweetest thing Steve had ever seen Mike do for someone who wasn't El or Will, even if it pissed Steve off that he'd always be a cad in Mike's eyes, that he just assumed that Steve was a bad guy (when he's done nothing but throw himself in front of him and his friends time and again to protect them) that he was purposefully leading Eddie on, being intentionally enticing just to hurt him.

Not that it mattered what Mike thought, he could only hope that it was all his biases and not that Eddie hadn't been venting to the kids, all that mattered was that that wasn't what Eddie thought of him.

The whole atmosphere of the night had changed, everyone had slowed and quietened, couples solely focused on the person in their arms. But Steve felt the ground under his feet change, drew from Captain Steve the guy who'd thrown the first punch at Billy to protect his kids, felt Sir Steve crawl up his throat, the Knight who'd gone into battle against an all-powerful beast and brought his comrades out of the pits of hell because he'd seen now, seen clearly for the first time in god knows how long and he couldn't just go back to pretending, not without giving this is best shot. And thank god for Etta James because she was going to help him, because he could do this, he could be brave and fight for what he wanted for a change.

He had a horrible singing voice but Eddie already knew that, told him so often and in many imaginative ways.

"I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream that I can call my own," he sang quietly, trying to copy Wayne's looking into your soul look, trying to let Eddie see that his feelings are reciprocated, classing it as a win when Eddie grins, blushing deeply and mushes his face into Steve's neck.

"I've found a thrill to press my cheek to, a thrill that I've never known," he continued, nuzzling further into Eddie's neck because now he was this close it was like he couldn't get close enough.

"You smiled," Steve murmured against his skin, unable to wipe the lovesick smile off of his face. He and Eddie had always been close but they both knew this was different.

Originally it started with helping him limp around when he'd refuse to use his crutches, then when Wayne had to go back to work Steve started staying the night so Eddie could sleep without having to worry about waking up alone after a nightmare, he'd only spent the first few hours on the sofa before Eddie woke up screaming, sweaty and shaking, Steve hadn't even thought about it just clambered in behind Eddie pulling him flush against him, shhing him and running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, he didn't bother with the sofa again after that, they just shared Eddie's bed, soothing both their nightmares with the others presence.

But they've had time and distance from their trauma since then, most of them have been to therapy and they're all doing better, they can sleep in their own houses, in their own beds, they can all actually sleep for eight hours and wake up well rested. But he and Eddie stayed as close as ever, it's rare that they're never not touching, if Eddie's tired he'll attach himself to Steve like a backpack. They hug, they hold hands, Eddie even kissed him on the cheek one time, Steve's pretty sure it was an accident but he'd been so busy trying to hide the blush that'd sprung to his cheeks to really read the situation, maybe if he had they might've got here sooner because looking back Steve's not really sure how he missed all the signs, Eddie sits in his lap on movie nights for god sake.

"You smiled," Steve sang, pulling back to look at Eddie, to look at the adorable endeared grin and the pretty blush he can't hide because his hair's all tied up, still neat as a pin, showing just how much hairspray Claudia had used to hold it in place.

"And then the spell was cast," he crooned, because it was, from all the way back in school when Eddie would taunt the other jocks but there was never any bite in it when it came to Steve, his teasing came with a smile he never saw directed at anyone else, and he still remembers how it would make him preen a little and how he'd always feel a little peppier for the rest of the day.

But it felt like magic when they met for real, not the king and the jester but Steve and Eddie, battling the unknown side by side, Eddie smiling real smiles, teeth and dimples, all for Steve, because of Steve. And then of course he'd just had to be the hero and Steve had swore at him the whole way to the hospital because he'd been so mad but after days at his bedside, the first time he woke up and smiled at Steve, he knew from that moment on he was done for.

He'd just never thought they could have this, never dreamed Eddie would feel the same way so he buried that feeling deep down, enjoyed his friendship, relished being someone Eddie could rely on, being his confidant and still even when Eddie said "don't punch me but…" Steve had been too scared to rock the boat, didn't want to lose what they had because just because Eddie was interested in men didn't mean he was interested in him.

Who'd've thought Mike Wheeler would've been the one to make Steve see what was right on the end of his nose.

"And here we are in heaven," Steve trilled, resting his forehead against Eddie's trying to calm his heart before it beats right out of his chest, because there's butterflies taking flight and Steve's never in his life been nervous about a kiss but this one feels monumental and he can feel it coming and he wants it now and he also wants to wait and let this moment last forever.

"For you are mine," Eddie crooned, sounding more like a question. And as much as Steve always melts whenever Eddie sings, the fact that Eddie's still questioning his intentions, after he declared that Eddie's the most important person in his life, after what they're currently doing, just makes Steve realise how long Eddie's been his, how blind they've both been, how they've both been so wrapped up in what they can't have neither of them noticed it was right there for the taking.

Steve beams at him, let's Eddie see the way he makes him feel, the way he's always made him feel, nods like he's agreeing to a marriage proposal, deliriously happy and tear streaked.

"At last," Etta sings into the moonlit evening, as the boys seal their promise with a kiss.

#i apologise in advance for all the tense changes and terrible grammar if i proof read this again it'll end up in the bin #idek how to tag this #steddie #steve x eddie #platonic stobin #steve is wayne's pre-son-in-law #steve being an amazing big brother to el and max because they're his favourites. shh don't tell dustin. i joke ofc he loves them all #background jopper #background pre ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #the party #aj writes #i promise i'll go back to working on my vegas au now

[jmreverie]

Wasn't that strange? She thought as she sat on the same carpet as in her childhood. A life was crumbling together with the lilac of the sky pouring into dark blue. Isn't that strange? she thought, this time with tears. There was nothing else there. The house looked haunted. Maybe not haunted, but unreal. How could a place so full of memories, touches, laughter, candlelight, newspaper voices, vinyl, the smell of cupcakes, bunch of keys, marbles, ashtrays, old paper and paint at the end be white walls with holes and tape stains? The orange tree in the backyard rattled in the cold, tasteless wind. There was no sound, no smell, no color, no sugar, no warmth. A hollow structure with past fantasies. This was strange. Saying goodbye to a lifetime, to the ghosts that used to make her feel the universe. To close the same door she used to slam, never to see it again. She would never run again, holding her breath, covering her mouth in hopes of stifling laughter, and pressing the doorbell of her own home as if she were never a foreigner to her own acquaintances. There was no photo to burn or trunk to dig out. All that remained was the smoke. Wasn't that strange?

#goodbyes #memories #i apologise in advance for any grammar mistake #english is not my mother tongue #haunted house #writing #i wrote this at 3am #lonliness #growing up #bad poetry #sadbeautifultragic

[urprettylittlething]

Breeding Experiment

Yandere - Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - Another part of CursedKitty universe! After a few very late nights and some glasses of wine I present to you a NSFW oneshot drabble thing where they fuck and want to breed Kitty :) I warn you this is my first time trying to seriously write some smut let alone a breeding kink so i apologise profusely in advance if this sucks, do let me know how it is <3 (and thank you to the lovely person to suggest breeding link <3) If you want to send in your own ideas for Kitty, my inbox is open! <3

summary - Gojo and Geto found out they can fuck you, can they breed you?

warnings - Dubcon/Noncon-ish? Kitty is having a pretty good time but they didnt ask for consent and she doesn’t really understand, female anatomy, they call Reader 'Kitty' and 'Experiment' a few times, cum, eating Kitty out, smut, breeding kink, vague Yandere vibes, they’re a little mean, (let me know if i need to add more please)

genre - Oneshot Drabble thing

wc - 1.3K

Edit - spelling and grammar fixed 09/10/23

Gojo was leaning back against his headboard, a few pillows stuffed underneath him. His legs were spread in front of him, knees bent so he could dig his feet into the mattress below him. Kitty was in his lap, her back resting against his hard chest. Her little tail was wound tight around her waist to keep it from getting crushed between the two of them.

The only thing she was wearing was a long and clean shirt, given to her by Satoru. She wasn’t wearing any underwear as him and Suguru deemed it unnecessary. She was for their eyes only so it didn't matter too much to them, and Kitty didn't seem to mind either. She looked similar to how the two of them first found her, but now she was cleaned, properly scrubbed and groomed to their satisfaction. 

Her Kitty ears were pressed flat against her hair as she pressed against Gojo. Each leg of hers had been hoisted up and over Gojos, keeping them hooked back and her pussy exposed. 

‘She’s such a dumb little thing.’ Gojo thought to himself. There she was, squirming against him, trying to close her legs. Not even thinking of just lifting her legs up so she could close them. No matter, it made his job so much easier of keeping her upper half restrained. 

He had wrapped his hands around her wrists and kept them tucked against her own chest. ‘And what a tease too.’ All of Kittys squirming had riled him up, getting him hot and bothered the longer she unintentionally grinded her ass against his hard cock. 

Suguru on the other hand had been between her legs for just over twenty minutes now. Eating her out like it was his last meal while she mewled, gasped and cried against Gojo. 

If Gojo was being completely honest, he didn't expect him and Suguru to take it this far. But they couldn't help their naturally curious nature.

Especially after the first bath they had been forced to give her. The both of them had quickly figured out just how little she knew, or understood for that matter. Rendering her useless to do most things by herself when she didn't understand them. 

Anyway, it was only natural for their eyes to wander, allowing themselves to take in the full image of her nude self. 

It shocked them a little to see just how much she resembled a human girl. She was equipped with full anatomy (atleast to their eyes on the outside), except the ears and tail of course. So it was only natural, the curious human nature of them, to think about whether… well… whether she worked or not. 

It had been around two weeks since then and in Gojos opinion he would say the two of them had held out pretty well, given his inability to be patient most times. But alas, here they were now.

Suguru groaned from where he was slurping Kitty’s juices from between her legs. “From all the curses I’ve had to swallow, she has to be the sweetest.”

Gojo gave a huff in response, a tad salty that he didn't get to go first, but it's whatever. The view he had been blessed with almost made up for it anyway. 

And of course poor Kitty seemed overwhelmed already, her chest heaving, body hot and sweaty, her ears flattened and twitching against her head and eyes half lidded. Her pouty mouth open, gasping and mewling incoherent noises at the pleasure Sugurus tongue was forcing her to experience for the first time. 

Every flick against the sensitive little nub causes her hips to jerk, mewling even louder. Every wiggle of his tongue inside her caused her to squirm even harder against Gojo as she cried out. 

“Poor thing,” Gojo murmurs, “I doubt she even understands what we're doing to her. Atleast shes enjoying it.” 

Suguru finally pulls his face away from her pussy, rising up to kneel on his legs from between hers. His mouth and chin were covered in Kittys juices. He starts pulling off his clothing, using his shirt to wipe around his mouth. 

As he was pulling off his last article of clothing, Kitty was starting to squirm again. Making little noises and whines that neither of the two really understood, not quite understanding why the stimulation had all of a sudden stopped. 

They had quickly figured out that she couldn't communicate with them in any language. Tugging at their shirts and whining at them to indicate she needed something. Although they had learned that she could understand them, to a certain extent. 

Gojo hushed her and leaned down to press gentle kisses against her exposed neck. “Shh.. Calm down Kitty. Suguru is going to take real good care of you now.” She seemed to calm a little at that. 

Suguru leaned forward, now on his knees between them. With Kittys forcibly spread legs, courtesy of Gojo, on either side of him it allowed him to place his hands on the flesh of her thighs. The tip of his throbbing cock now poking and teasing at her little hole. 

“Should be nice and easy, Kitty. Nice and wet, such a good girl for us, huh?” Suguru said, beginning to push his way into her tight hole, loosened up a little from his tongue. Kitty’s walls fluttered and pulsed around him while he bowed his head and groaned. 

“God, for a curse this pussy is tight. Warm too.” He muttered as he inched himself further into her heat. 

“Bet she could take both of us. Such a dirty little kitty we have on our hands, enjoying Sugurus cock so much, aren't you?” Gojo teased as she mewled and moaned and pawed at them. Her head was tilted back and resting against his shoulder, a small dribble of drool escaping down the side of her mouth. He couldn't blame her, after all, she had bigger priorities to worry about right now. 

“Could fill this pussy up so well. Breed her like the bitch she is.” Suguru groaned, furrowing his brows as he began pumping in and out of her tight walls. 

“You think we could breed her?” Gojo perked up a little in interest. The thought was certainly entertaining given the throbbing in his pants. 

“If we stuff her full enough, probably.” He grunted in response. Beginning to thrust his hips into Kittys even harder. Wet, slapping sounds filled the room they were in, almost louder than the little curse situated in Gojos arms. 

She began to pant and whine, droplets of tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she squinted, her tongue poking out from between her lips. They both could take a good guess as to what was about to happen. 

Suguru began to fuck into her even harder while Gojo reached down with one hand, the other keeping a hold of her wrists, to flick and rub and pinch at her little clit poking out from all the pleasure.

Kitty screeched and cried as her ears trembled and her tail shuddered from where it was wrapped tightly around her. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, causing her pussy to tighten and gush with even more juices. Making the sounds from between them sound even wetter.

Suguru threw his head back, groaning as he emptied his load deep inside her as Gojo leaned down to whisper into her ear.

“We're going to breed you, you’d want that right? Have your tummy round and full with our child, all for you to look after. Stuffed full with our cum, our perfect little experiment, huh?” His fingers are still rubbing and circling the throbbing nub, making her cry and tremble and squirt more of her juices.

He only stopped when Suguru had recovered and began pulling himself out of Kitty’s fluttering walls. Both pausing to stare at the way his cum oozed out from her little pussy.

Kitty’s eyes fluttered while her ears relaxed against her hair, closing her eyes in bliss and seemingly exhausted. 

Suguru and Gojo looked up at each other after a moment of silence between them and what had just occurred before he spoke up.

“Come on Kitty, my turn.”

#I Hope you enjoy my attempt at smut </3 #geto x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere geto suguru #yandere geto #yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #CursedKitty #gojo smut #geto smut

[brigidfromthecelts]

Healing Hands (Law X FemReader)

Summary: You were somewhat of a slave on your previous crew - if you could call them that - and now that you are with the Heart Pirates, you don't really want to bother anyone.

Until you ask your captain to remove that awful Jolly Roger tattoo that covers very intimate places that he now has to touch.

Notes: For MATURE readers only! Implied/referenced abuse - Mild Sexual Content

This is very likely a one time thing. I was just trying to do a character study on Law and it escalated! Also, this is quite raw, compared to my usual works. I did not want to waste too much time on this since it was mostly writen on a whim!

Ps: English is not my first language so I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

Word count: 3650

Link for A03 if you rather read there.

The first time it happened it was very light. Just a deep pressure behind your eyes, a throbbing of sorts that came and went. It was bearable, for a while, then it became bothersome so you thought that some medicine might help and stopped by the sick bay. 

Luckily, the captain was nowhere in sight, and you could go by your business unannounced. You did not want to upset your captain! You had barely exchanged two full sentences with him since you joined the Heart Pirates, and to say that he intimidated you was not enough. 

So you took some headache pills from the shelf and went on your way. 

Only two days had passed when it happened the second time and this time the pain was sharper and it came with nausea and a sensitivity to bright light and loud noises. Grunting you made your way to the sick bay again and popped an extra pill, just to be sure it would pass. Thank God the captain was away again. 

The third time happened the morning after and it felt like dying, surely. Your skull was being split into two by an invisible axe and you could barely get out of bed. You went into the bathroom to empty your stomach on the toilet but it was already empty so you were dry heaving for about ten minutes, large tears staining your puffed up red cheeks. 

And the pain did not relent. 

You knew why this was happening, really. You had been deprived of using your devil fruit powers for such a long time by those cursed sea prism cuffs that, now that you were free to use them, your body was resenting the newfound freedom. 

Maybe this time you should go to your captain. This could be beyond your expertise. 

You got up on wobbly steps and exited your room. The Polar Tang was bustling with activity, with everyone already on their posts and working hard. Everyone but you. As you were approaching Law’s quarters, you heard him yell and berate someone over - it seemed, since there was no response - the Den Den Mushi. He seemed pretty mad. 

So you backed away. 

You could do this on your own. All these angry words were making your skin crawl and you could feel your jaw clenching which, in turn, just made your head hurt more and more. You could not help this natural reaction that your body had when presented with stressful situations. 

The captain of your former crew -... Wait, could you even call them crew if all they did was kidnap you, place cuffs on you, force you to being with them and abuse you every day? You shouldn't, really. But it was ingrained deep into you that he was your owner and captain . And you should obey him. Anyway, he always yelled. So much yelling. 

So your natural reaction to it was to escape. Which you did, even if your head was throbbing and you could barely see where you were going. 

You bumped into something - someone - soft and almost fell down on your butt. Hastily apologising to Bepo, who helped steady you, since you could barely stand on your own legs, you looked into his eyes and implored.

“Don't tell the captain, Bepo, please!"

And then you ran away again, seeking refuge in the med bay and thinking about downing the entire bottle of headache pills, wondering how many could the human body sustain before shutting down. 

Taking deep calming breaths, you sat on the infirmary bed. Just to get it together since the world was spinning around you and you did not know what to do to stop it. 

There was your friend, nausea, making an appearance as well. 

So you groaned and laid back. Just a minute. Just until everything stopped hurting. 

Then it hit you. You could just use a bit of your powers. Maybe it would help. Oh, for sure it would help. Why didn't you think of it earlier? 

Raising your right hand in the air and lowering your index finger made all the sounds stop. You sighed. The outer world had stopped existing and it was bliss for a second. 

Then you lowered your ring finger because everything was still so very bright, even without your eyes open, so taking away your sight would make that stop hurting. Surely. 

And it did. For a moment.

Next was the smell because the nausea was attacking you again and the smell of alcohol in this room was overwhelming. So you lowered your middle finger and the nausea subsided a bit. 

You thanked whatever deity had helped you find the right fruit, because being able to just shut down your senses was definitely a bliss. 

But the incessant throbbing was still there. Maybe you should turn off your sense of touch as well. Would it help? 

You were about to lower your pinky when you felt a very strong hand enveloping your own and you gasped, though no sound reached your ears. Opening your eyes, you were momentarily confused because you couldn't see anything, until your pained and tired brain clicked and you let go of the hold you had in your senses by relaxing your hand. 

And all at once, sound, smell and vision came to you and you were overwhelmed by your captain. His staring was cool and hard and he was berating you with angry words. He smelled of soap and antiseptic and it was all too much. You just wanted to retreat again. 

Sitting up and raising your hand again, getting ready to use your powers, once more, you made yourself appear smaller, your legs against your chest, your free arm enveloping your knees, but Law’s grip was firm on your hand and he was not letting you use your powers. 

“What do you think you're doing? How long has this been going on? Why didn't you come talk to me? I'm the doctor of this ship! Not just your captain.”

You felt tears sting in the back of your eyes but tears just made your last captain angrier so you bit them back, swallowing a sob. Your hand twitched. You wanted to retreat into yourself so badly. 

“Stop trying to use your powers. If you're in pain, I'll help. You don't have to do everything alone.” 

Now this time a sob really escaped your lips. No one had cared about you or about helping you for so long. You didn't know what it felt like to get someone's help. 

“What hurts? You need to talk to me.”

He wasn't yelling anymore since your hand stopped twitching, but his gaze was so cold and intense . 

“Head.” Your voice was weak and fragile. And so, so broken.

He took out a flashlight from the desk’s drawer and examined your irises. Then  he told you to open your mouth and you groaned at the effort. 

“Dizziness?” You nodded softly. “Nausea?” You nodded once more and your hand grasped the sheets because the world was spinning again. “When was the last time you ate?” You shrug. Honestly you have no idea. “Drink?”

“I can't keep anything in my stomach.” It hurt just to talk. 

“Lay back. I'll start an IV. You're dehydrated."

You obeyed and closed your eyes. He wasn't looking at your face when a fat tear rolled down your cheek. It felt nice to be taken care of, for once. 

You felt a sting when the needle punctured your skin but barely flinched. “Next time, come to me. I don't bite.”

You nodded stiffly but realised that he needed an explanation. “My last captain didn't like to be disturbed.”

You barely whispered. 

“Well, your last captain was a dick and I thought that we had already established that.”

He knew some of the story. You didn't share everything with your new crew. They found you in chains, on one of your former captains punishments and put two and two together with the little information you had provided. They knew you were some sort of slave. You just didn't share much more than that. 

The medication he had put in the IV was helping because the pain was subsiding and you sighed. 

“If there's a next time, I'll be sure to find you.” You said and he nodded. 

There was a beat of silence and he shifted on his chair. He was probably going to leave because he had other businesses to attend to other than keep you company, but, suddenly, you needed him there with you, so you opened your mouth and immediately regretted bringing up the subject. 

“Can you erase tattoos?”

His dark eyes bore into yours and you gulped while looking elsewhere.

“Yes, but I thought that they hadn't marked you.” He looked at your bare arms and legs - since you still had your pyjamas on. 

“They did. You just can't usually see it…” You felt your cheeks turn beet red. You should not have mentioned this. “Forget it, it's fine. It doesn't bother me that much.” You could feel your eyes stinging again. 

“Clearly it does.” He leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms. “Do you want to show me?”

Not really. You didn't even know why you brought it up. Other than the fact that everytime you undressed or took a shower you wanted to use a knife and cut that damn tattoo off of you. 

“It's big.”

That was an understatement. It was huge. 

“Show me.” Well that was an order. And you were used to those. So you sighed deeply, trying to gather some courage. 

He was a doctor, he was a handsome man. He had definitely seen boobs before. There was nothing to fear. 

Slowly you lifted your pyjama's shirt, making sure you kept your nipples covered with your hands - trying to maintain some dignity, at least - while your eyes looked at anything other than his face. 

Law got up and you heard a low grunt erupting from deep in his throat. “That dick did this to you?”

You nodded and suddenly your throat felt very tight. “He did.” You could feel Law’s eyes roaming around your body. The tattoo of the previous crew Jolly Roger was carved in the middle of your sternum but, since the Jolly Roger was of an octopus, it's tentacles were everywhere. Two of them enveloped your breasts in a very sexualized manner, there were two that escaped to the back, two just roamed around your stomach and the other two disappeared beneath the hem of your shorts. 

And those were the ones Law was staring at, his eyes dark and his lips a thin line. You gulped, self conscious of your body and covered up. 

“It's no big deal. It's been there for the last five years anyway…” And you could still feel the way your last captain touched you to mark your skin. Your turned your face away from Law, stifling a very small sob. You hated feeling this weak and pathetic. But there was nothing that you could do about it. 

After five years of constant abuse, it was instinctive. 

“I can do it whenever you want.” His voice betrayed nothing. But his eyes were as cold as death. 

“Would right now be okay?” Had that sounded desperate? Because you were pretty sure you could not take another bath scrubbing yourself raw until everything turned red. 

He nodded. “Just going to let Bepo know that I'll be busy. We should let the IV finish as well, so you have strength.”

And he left you without another word, but you could see him clenching his fists and could feel his aura and he was beyond angry. 

You closed your eyes and tried to rest a bit. The pain in your head had finally subsided. 

-*-

You woke up to a burning sensation in your stomach and hissed through your teeth while lifting up your head. 

“I'm sorry, does it hurt? I anaesthetised you, so it shouldn't be too bad.” You shook your head. You'd known worse pain than this. “You were sound asleep so I started on your back then proceed to the stomach area. It's done.”

You looked down and he was right. A big part of it was gone. Most of the tentacles and the Jolly Roger were gone. You were really out of it for not having felt anything. 

“For the rest of the tentacles you need to… Remove your clothes.” Was that a hint of a blush on his face? Because yours was burning up. 

You nodded slowly. “Now?” He also nodded so you took a deep breath and took off your shirt. It was just boobs. And nipples. The last crew had seen them on a daily basis anyway and you were pretty sure that Law was just going to look at them in a medical way, not oggle at them and try to touch them like the other pirates did. 

Somehow, very secretly, you were glad that the last captain only wanted you to himself. You would not have survived long by being abused by everyone in the crew. 

Yep, that was definitely a blush on his cheeks. You gulped and tried to look anywhere but his face, but it was hard. He was so… intriguing… 

Law hissed trough his teeth and flexed his fingers. “I have to touch you. It's the way this works. Can I?” You nodded but he closed his eyes firmly. “I know what you've been trough - at least what you do share, clearly not enough - so I need verbal consent this time, okay? Can I touch your breasts?”

Your stomach summersaulted at this affirmation and you were pretty sure that your heart had skipped a beat. Thankfully you weren't on any monitor or that would've been flagrant. “Yes, you can touch me.”

And as soon as his long fingers started to trace the tattoo on your skin, you felt like molten lava. He was just using his fingertips and his touch was so light, yet it was igniting a fire in your belly that you didn't know was there. 

You were pretty sure that your mouth hung open since the minute he started to touch you but you couldn't care less. This feeling was overwhelming . You gulped and glanced at his face. His brows were scrunched together and his jaw was clenched tight. You could see little prespiration beads forming in his forehead. Was he using that much of his power? Or was it just the concentration? 

His fingertips grazed your erect nipple and you bit your lower lip to stifle a moan. What was wrong with you? He was a doctor! He was doing a procedure! And you were getting turned on like crazy! 

You closed your eyes tight and took a deep shaky breath. Vaguely a lone thought passed through your mind. You had never been touched like this. In such a gentle way. No touch had ever ignited this… desire within you. 

You could feel your heart beating somewhere between your legs and you knew that that was no place for it to be beating so you tried to think of something else. 

But you couldn't think of anything else. 

Because this man was fire and desire and he was literally burning himself into your skin. Your hands clasped the sheets tight and you fought very hard not to arch your back and lean into his touch. 

“Does it hurt?” His voice was somewhat affected as well. He seemed… drunk. But certainly not on booze. 

“No!” You should've just kept your mouth shut tight because your no came out accompanied with an earth shattering moan that you were trying to contain since he started to touch you. He gasped and removed his hands. You turned tomato red and covered your mouth with your own hand. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean…” 

Didn't mean what, genius? To be so turned on by your touch? To give in to pleasure? To want to have your lips on my nipples and your cock inside me? Shit. You should get a grip. 

His hands were on the bed and he hung his head down, taking a deep breath. Was this affecting him too? 

“Maybe you should use your powers.” His voice was so low that you weren't sure he had spoke at all. “Remove your sense of touch so I can do this.” The silence was stifling. “And remove mine, as well…”

When you didn't answer he lifted his head and you could see his eyes. He seemed lost, like he had never felt quite like this before. So you felt bold. 

“I want to feel you.” You forced yourself to stare at him while you said those words and you couldn't care less if your head was fuming with embarassment. “Do you want to feel me…?”

He opened his mouth to answer but closed it immediately, taking a deep breath instead. “I'm your captain.”

“So?"

“Your experience with previous captains was terrible. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

Your hand traveled all the way up to his and your touch was feather light. “You're not making me feel uncomfortable. You're helping me heal.”

And that was the truth, because his touch was healing emotional scars as much as the physical ones and he should know that. 

His eyes burned through yours and he seemed to be waging war inside of himself. 

A small nod. 

You could count that as a win. So you settled back again. Inhaling deeply and trying to control your emotions. You could use your powers as he had suggested. But you wanted to feel him . 

“I need you to… Lower your shorts… Please.”

Your head snapped up and you stared at your boobs. He was done already with the tentacles of the breasts? Okay, so this was fast. You could get trough this. 

Gulping, your hands found the hem of your shorts and you pulled them down, along with your panties. You heard Law’s shaky exhale while he looked at you. You knew the two tentacles trailed over the mound of your pussy and wrapped themselves around your thighs. So you lifted your knees and  opened your legs slightly before he had to ask you to. 

It took a while before he touched you and you were starting to feel self conscious. “Is… Is everything alright?”

He grunted and held his index finger up, like asking you to wait, while his eyes remained closed. For an instant you thought that he was reviewing the process in his head, but then your eyes traveled down his pants - unintentionally - and you could see the outline of his hardened cock tight against his pants. 

So he was as aroused as you were. 

Blushing, you were just about to give some mercy to this man and to use your powers when he opened his eyes and, with a very determined look, started to touch you. 

And by everything that was sacred, there were so many nerves down there, and it was like they were all tingling, right now. 

You instantly clenched your jaw and grasped the sheets. His touch was harsher now, needier it seemed. He was using both hands - maybe trying to finish this faster? - and the sensations were intensifying by the second. 

A burning sensation all around, a tightness in your belly and an ache - like something was missing - in your core. His fingers were so deft and long and hot and you needed them inside you so desperately .

You bit your lip and couldn't help but arch your back a little when his finger almost touched your clit. He grunted and hissed through his teeth but he did not stop. 

Aparently, two hands truly worked faster because he moved his position and was now staring at your tighs - and probably at your dripping wet self. 

“You're going to kill me.” He muttered between his teeth but before you could reply, he had one hand on each of your tighs and his touch was now rough but not at all unkind and you moaned so hard your throat hurt. 

“Fuck, Law. Maybe take a break. I-... I'm…” Everything was overwhelming and his touch was igniting you and you just knew that you were going to fold and come even without his fingers inside of you, if he didn't remove his fucking hot hands from you. 

“I'm almost done.” His grunt was almost animal like and this time - maybe on purpose or maybe because he was being a bit sloppy with his work - his thumb did brush your clit. 

“Law!” You screamed and squirmed and your legs clenched while you rode out your waves of pleasure. 

God, nothing ever had felt quite like this. And this was the result of this man's blessed hands. You noticed that he was panting as well. A very deep blush was covering his cheeks, as were yours. 

“I'm sorry…” You started, a bit ashamed now. 

He inhaled and regained a bit of composure. “Don't ever say you're sorry about your pleasure. You and I both know you've suffered enough.”

You nodded while a lone tear traveled across your cheek. 

“Your tattoo is gone now. Hopefully I was able to replace the awful memories associated with it.” 

Your mirthful laugh made him lift his eyes to meet yours and he looked surprised. You realised that it was because this was the first time that you had actually laughed since boarding the Polar Tang. “Yes, you were.”

“Are you alright?” He asked, his cool demeanour almost back in place. You nodded softly and he hooked another fluid bag to your IV and told you to rest for a while. 

His hand lingered on your arm, you noted. 

And as you closed your eyes you couldn't help but think that you were alright indeed. 

Albeit, perhaps a bit in love with Trafalgar Law.

#law x reader #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #heart pirates

[agroupiewhore]

Some random headcanons about what it would be like to date Fran. I haven't wrote anything in ages so apologies if this is shite. Please no hate. 💗💖🍓💕❤️🎀

*Disclaimer: This is my own work and my own self-indulgent ideas, none of this is based in reality.

If anyone wants a part 2 please let me know or has any questions or suggestions for improvements then please let me know, I apologise in advance for spelling and grammar errors.

🎀 This man can cook. He is amazing in the kitchen, will make you whatever you fancy no matter what time it is or whatever you fancy, nothing is too much trouble for him. Cooking you something is his love language.

🎀 He would much rather read then watch something. On the evenings you spend together you're sat on the sofa together reading. He will also read aloud to help you fall asleep.

🎀 No matter what the time is this man will come and pick you up. "But babe, I'm probably gonna be staying out till like 3am" "Ok mi amor, I come get you then" "But aren't you due on set at like 5:30am?" "Yes, and? I come pick you up at 3, I love you."

🎀 Will pay attention to all the little things that you like and remembers them so he can surprise you later on.

🎀 Never ever puts you down or makes fun of you when you're practicing Spanish with him and vice versa for when he is talking with you.

🎀 100% that annoying couple which never seem to argue. Just a walking disney film. The guys all tease him about it. "But you must argue over something, anything!?" "No, nothing" "I bet he leaves the toilet seat up" "No, always puts it down"

🎀 Believes in the art of letter writing and writes you letters in that fancy calligraphy writing. (Something he learned for a part in a theatre production)

Here is a small imagine, no TW etc, a little bit of making out etc, pg/13

A surprise

"My love" Fran said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. "I can finish the dishes, it's ok".

"No I got it" you said as you began drying off some of the plates. "Besides you must be tired after yesterday's wrap party".

"It was fun, you need to come to the next one" he said as he brushed your hair aside to kiss your neck softly. "I missed you alot, the others were asking for you".

"I'll be at the next one babe, I promise" you answered setting the plate down and turning to face him. Fran was beautiful and you couldn't believe how lucky you were. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your forehead against his. "I think you need a second helping of that dessert you made. You need it". Fran smirked and kissed your nose.

"I said you don't need to ever worry about me. I promise, I'm going to be ok" he answered.

"Oh I got you something, to celebrate the film being done" you said going to pull away.

"No wait, just one more second, I want to stay like this forever with you" he said enjoying the moment, he felt he could be anywhere in the world but as long as he was with you he was home. You smiled and held onto him a little tighter.

"You did not have to get me something. I already have everything I need, I'm very lucky like that you know. Can carry everything I'll ever need in my hands" he smirked as he picked you up, catching you off guard.

"Fran!" You laughed as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. "O my gosh put me down, I need to go and get your present". You looked down into his beautiful deep eyed and cupped his cheeks and began kissing him. He had the softest lips and skin. He kissed you deeper savouring the taste of your peach flavoured lip balm. Peaches were his favourite fruit. A fact you'd noted quite early on. You remembered the look of surprise and satisfaction on his face the day he'd realised your lip balm was the same flavour as his favourite fruit.

"Fran... I need... to get... your gift" you said between kisses. "Please mi amor". Fran smiled against your neck, there was something extremely hot about you using Spanish pet names for him. He was so in love with you it was unreal.

"Just one more my dear, please" he begged staring up at you. How could you say no to him? You lent down and kissed him, twice though. It was a small little ritual the two of you had. He would always ask for one more kiss whether it was before going off to sleep, before he would leave for set or an audition or before going on stage. You always kissed him twice just to be safe. He gently set you down and stroked your cheek.

"Te amo, mi amor" he smiled.

"I love you more" you answered before squeezing his hand and leaving. He heard you going upstairs and into the second bedroom. He was excited at the prospect of seeing what you'd got him although he was more excited to see your face at his gift for you. He smiled wider as he placed his hand into his trousers pocket and felt the box with an engagement ring inside.

#lsdln #the society of the snow #francisco romero #franciso romero imagine #x reader

[streets-in-paradise]

Stranger Things Headcanons: Being Dustin’s older sister, a nerdy metalhead, and becoming closer with Eddie and Steve

Word count + 3 K

Warnings: One mention of drug consumption (smoking weed), reader is described as curly haired and I thought that would make sense because she is the sister of Dustin. Also, there is one mention of Season 2 Billy Hargrove that reflects my own personal headcanon about Eddie's reaction to his arrival. 

Pairings: Glimpses for possible Eddie x (Fem) Reader and Steve (Fem) Reader, mentions to Johnnatan x Nancy. 

Notes: This is a late hour post based on an idea I have been daydreaming about since I finished watching the first part of season 4. I imagined it like a prelude, so all the action takes place before that season. My memory of the Stranger Things timelines suck, but I did the best I could. Also, it is 3 am where i live so it is possible that there will be some spelling or grammar mistakes, I apologise in advance for that. 

Tags: @losersclubisms 

 - Since you were the eldest, you always have been your mom's strongest support around the house and that included taking care of your little brother. From babysitting to school tutoring ( during the short lapsus of time he was little enough to need it), you were there for anything Dustin needed. 

- You two grew up as each other's best friend, because you were your most constant source of company. Among other things, that made you very used to sharing your special interests with each other. 

- It was a never ending circle of mutual influences. You got him into fantasy from a very young age by reading to him your favorite books, then he later got you into sci-fi through some of his favorite films and comic books, which you later reciprocated by making him a horror fan. 

- Bassically: you have always loved to be nerds together despite you both coming in different flavors of the concept. While he was more of the scientifical kind, you were more artistically inclined. Especially towards music, literature and storytelling. 

- The very first nerdy trait that you showed as a child was a passion for reading, particularly falling in specifical literarian rabbit holes. Adults would discover you picking up books that were considered too advanced for your age and get marveled, often mistaken you for a gifted kid. 

- You also had an unstoppable imagination. When Dustin was little and you would find yourself in the need of creative ideas to entertain him out of boredom you used to come up with the craziest stories. Whatever you would begin to narrate, he would listen to you and get really into imagining it with you, participating as well with his own occurrences. 

-Your audience grew with him when he began to make friends. Do I need to clarify that you were the Dungeon Máster in the first campaign that Dustin, Will, Lucas and Mike ever played together? You were very happy to be part of whatever the boys wanted to share with you, especially because Dustin would always show so much pride about being your sibling. 

- Being a nerdy girl around them used to be easier than putting yourself out there and interacting with people of your age. You often used to feel pulled back from trying because of that insidious, stereotypical and predominant idea implying that your interests were a boys' club.  

- Your fear of judgment over that prejudice used to disencourage you from using your passions as a vehicule of socialization with peers, your only exception being Johnnatan. 

- You became pretty close with Will's brother over time, a bond that began through borrowing each other's books and mixtapes. He was more of the alternative vibe while you were straightforward following the subcultural trail between fantasy, horror, hard rock and heavy metal. While he would be showing The Clash to Will, you were showing Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath to Dustin in hopes of getting him hooked through the Lord of the Rings references in some of their songs.

- The subtle differences would usually make your exchanges very interesting and you also shared the trait of having your own artistic passions. He wanted to be a photographer and you dreamed of being a writer. Whenever he would feel like doing it, he would show you his pictures while you would make him the beta reader of your stories. Through the bonding established through your creations you developed a genuine friendship. 

- You were surviving highschool together by the time your lives became crazier and creepier than any of the stories you could have ever come up with. Will disappeared into another dimension and was then rescued, the group of kids found a new addition in a sweet but rather traumatized girl with superpowers and a long etcetera or crazy shit that included a monster and a gubernamental conspiracy. 

- Anyone would think that, for a wannabe writer in the horror and fantasy genres, going through all of that should have been a good source of inspiration. Yet, for you, writing became the only way of processing it. You found your way of making it make sense through putting it on paper in a secret work that was less a story and more a personal chronicle. 

- However, besides getting a bland illusion of understatement in those introspective exercises, things kept getting weirder and situations would keep changing.

- One of the relational outcomes of the events being that Johnnatan was finally getting closer to Nancy, something that made you very glad for him because you knew of his feelings for her, but it also made you feel lonely. You two were always around each other in school and suddenly, you were finding yourself alone because he was all about spending time with her. 

- You weren't proud of admitting to not having been immediately present when the demodogs crisis happened. Dustin would always come to you first for anything, but he ended up having to count on Steve Harrington, the last contact on the list, because you were out of reach. 

- The reason? You were hanging out with the dealer Johnatan bought weed from a couple of times for you to share later. 

- Eddie Munson, the guy everyone else would call a freak, got your attention in a funny incidental moment that happened around your time of loneliness away from your best friend. 

- You overheard him making fun of Billy Hargrove in his usual loud, unapologetic way and you couldn't help reacting to his jokes. That only encouraged him to keep fooling around with you because you weren't pretending to ignore him like most of the people passing by. 

- The thing was that, to both of you, seeing a newcomer becoming popular and gaining attention for partially emulating an aesthetic of what usually would get people like you ostracized was both infuriating and hilarious. It was a blatant double standard, the biggest hypocrisy. 

- ' Hawkings High having a new douchebag King that would push a gentrification of elements from our subculture? No fucking way, at least Harrington wasn't any close to do that. ' was the promise under which you ended up ranting together and you were amazed of how comfortable you were feeling with him. He was awkwardly funny and very nice, something you did not expect at all. 

- From a distant perspective, The Hellfire Club seemed to be the sort of boy's club that you wouldn't imagine as welcoming of girls sharing their things. You never approached them because of the very same fear of rejection stopping you from exteriorizing your interests at school. 

- You were amazed to find out that Eddie wasn't like that. In fact, he shared your excitement when you told him about your role raising a younger generation under your wing in your brother's friend group. 

- Until then, the only thing he knew about you was that you were a friend of Johnatan and that made him guess that you had to be some sort of weirdo. However, he would have never imagined you two would have so much in common. It frankly shocked him precisely because your appearance wouldn't give irrefutable clues about the stuff you were into. In comparison to him, you were pretty much hidden.  

- That was exactly what he came to change. While with your best friend the dynamic was more about you both keeping to yourselves in the sharing of whatever you would enjoy, with him you would never have to hide your excitement about anything you were passionate about at the moment. He began to encourage you into being unapologetic about yourself and you felt understood at a whole new level. In your talks you felt like you could go for hours and never get bored or run out of topics and he was always so enthusiastic about hearing you. 

- With him you allowed yourself to be loud. In fact, he would inspire you into it. One of the first significant acts of that sort he had with you happened in between jokes. Just to mess with you, he stole your hair tie and your long locks got loose out of the tail you would always wear for school. 

- The deal about it was that you used to keep your hair tied up for school because over time you got sick of hearing commentary about the messy nature of your curls, something you had to stand since childhood. You hated to consider you could be passing your insecurities about your hair to your brother, but you really couldn't do much to fight your feelings.  

- As you were begging Eddie to give you the hair band back, you found yourself forced to explain the issue in hopes of making him understand why you needed it, but the answer was nothing like what you would have expected. He praised the hell out of your natural hairstyle.  

- " My hair has a mind of its own and most people aren't comfortable with that. My curls are too wild, messy, I have been teased for too long."

" Are you fucking kidding me? Take a look over here " He replicated, pointing out at his own hair. " ... Do you think I care? "

" Yours is not bad, at all."

" Well, thank you." He mocked your claim to later exaggerate a smile. " Seriously, you have awesome hair. It's visually hurtful to see it tied up. Do you know what I think we should do? You are going to show off that precious headbanger hair of yours and I am going to send this shitty tie straight to Hell. " 

- You would always find yourself feeling happy and excited around him. His energy was contagious and you would feel super comfortable in his company. This new friendship you were forming was like an invitation to embrace yourself coming from someone who appreciated everything you would usually hide of you with such incredible enthusiasm. 

- You began to feel amazed of yourself because of how brave you were becoming once you dared to be more open about self expression. Your closet was full of stuff you used to occasionally impulse buy because you liked it, but later you wouldn't dare to wear it for school. 

- Johnatan couldn't believe what he was seeing the day you showed up to class wearing a full metalhead outfit and he wasn't the only one surprised. He teased you a bit about it, believing that you were dressing up to impress the guy he identified as your crush, but he wasn't complaining about the change.

- The accidental rush of irresponsability that made you neglect the crucially important needs of your little brother happened some time before that, when you got into the topic of your artistic activities. Eddie was trying to convince you to join him in an attempt to write a song about one of your short horror tales and you couldn't refuse. The idea of having your work being tributed by a band playing a song inspired on it was the greatest honor, a literal dream. It became clear pretty quickly that you two were meant to become each other's fan.

- Luckly for you, the fallen King of the school took care of Dustin during the moment of crisis, but that led to another great change. They became super close friends and at first it felt very weird for you. That was the very same guy who used to be a douchebag picking on your best friend, the one who would join in the laughing if any of his fake friends would feel like making fun of you as well... Yet, he wasn't quite the same. 

- The Steve Harrington you knew wasn't the massive dork that you would then see following your brother everywhere and he wouldn't act around you in the same way this one did.' Are those efforts of getting along? What is he doing?' You would wonder as you would hear him misquote one of your favorite books ( a hopeless repeating of something he must have heard from Dustin) or fail while trying to appeal to your musical taste once it became more evident to him. 

- " So... you like rock bands, ríght? That's cool! I like Bon Jovi. " 

Dustin, the only other witness of the scene, was feeling like he was about to facepalm

"  Dude, Jon Bon Jovi is the George Michael of the rock scene. His marketing brand is the pretty, nice behaved ' boy next door ' in order to sell hard rock to a pop audience. " 

" Yeah... those are the facts, the guy is there to sell posters. '' You added as support for your brother's explanation. '' Sambora is a pretty cool guitarist and the music is not that bad, but i don't share the spirit or better said lack of it. Not a band I would consider a favorite. 

"More like her guilty pleasure..." 

"Dustin! " You complained, clearly ashamed 

"You can't hide anything from me. Sooner or later I get to hear all your mixtapes. " 

"Then you actually like it. Great! " Steve cheered." See? We have something in common. 

" I wouldn't put it in those words, but... okay. "

" Don't listen to her, that is the shame talking. Once I found a Bon Jovi clipping from Hit Parader among her stuff." Dustin contradicted you. " I don't want to point fingers, but it looked like a tiny poster of the poster boy lead singer." 

"SERIOUSLY?? Don't mention that in public ever again or I'll rip your skin off."  

"  What are you going to do then? Make a mask with it? " Was the boy's clever comeback. 

 Steve laughed cluelessly.

- Suddenly, the quality time of siblings with Dustin got invaded by that dude, who would invite him to your weekly movie nights and some other activities you both enjoyed. In his perspective, his new friend was the coolest guy. To you, his reactions to anything you would show him made Steve a fun addition. 

- It could be said that you were slowly becoming friends. He was nice to be around , funny and quite sweet, although not as amazing in your eyes as your own new friend was.

- While not being an official member of the Hellfire Club yet, because you preferred to wait until their next campaign to join, you still began to interact with all the boys more often. 

- Keeping with the teasing, Johnnatan once asked you if it was in your plans to become some sort of Queen of the Nerds. Your response was claiming that nerds weren't a kingdom, but a fellowship. You knew what he was meaning with that, but you prefered to avoid it.

- You were confronted with the truth of how you felt about Eddie when a strike of jealousy woke you up like a slap on the face. On a regular school day, since your bestie was having lunch with his girlfriend and you didn't want to be a third wheel, you were eating with Eddie and his friends when you noticed something that made you upset without apparent motives. 

- You saw him staring at Chrissy Cunnhigam from across the room when he thought no one else was catching him. For some reason, that meaningless detail made you feel out of place. It was time to admit it to yourself: Johnnatan was ríght. You had the biggest crush on Eddie and the doubt making you wonder if he was crushing on the cheerleader got you heartbroken. 

- Dustin found you crying at home and he gave you the tightest hug without making any further questioning.

- That didn't mean he would let things stay like that. You two knew each other better than anyone else in the world, you didn't have to tell him in order for him to get an approximate idea of what was going on. Just as you would know how and when to comfort him whenever he would feel down about being bullied, he wanted to cheer you up out of the heartbreak. 

- For that, he got the idea of joining forces with his friend. In his mind, making you go on a date with Steve was the best remedy to cheer up and cure your hurted heart because he was a super awesome guy. It wasn't like he would blatantly refuse the idea. Dustin knew that Steve would be up for it because between all those clumsy attempts of getting your vibe, he was pathetically hiding some interest in impressing you.

- One call from your brother later and Steve was at your doorstep more than happy to try fixing things up. He wasn't told exactly what happened to you, only that you were sad and in need of cheering. You opened the door for him by yourself, since Dustin refused to go on purpose. Once you saw him giving you his sweetest smile, you guessed what was going on. 

- He brought you some chocolate and, as a surprise you found quite amusing, a cassette. 

- " Bon Jovi? You really took that seriously, didn't you?" You commented to him while trying to hide that the intentionality of the gesture did brighten you up a little bit. 

" To be honest, it is the only rock band I know. " Steve replied, an innocent confession that brought a genuine smile out of you. 

- You ended up hugging him. It probably happened because you were very sensitive due to the heartbreak and the concern he subtly showed for you felt nicer than normally. 

- If someone would have ever told you that someday you would have been blasting Bon Jovi tunes in your living room with Steve Harrington, you would have never believed it. Yet, there you were watching him make a fool of himself in hopes of helping you forget your sadness. 

- While you were distracted with each other, Dustin sneaked into your room with the mission of finding the infamous magazine clipping. The reason why he felt he needed it was to serve as proof he would later show to his friend. Once he spotted it he realized that he remembered it wrong: it wasn't from Hit Parader, but from Circus Magazine. A page size photo of Jon Bon Jovi wearing a shirt that was leaving glimpses of his hairy chest on display. 

- Perhaps that was the reason why Dustin wasn't that much surprised when, some long time later, he found out that Steve decided to stop shaving his chest.

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[thoughtyouwerentafraidofanything]

BE LOYAL

Pairings: kai anderson x female reader

Summary: kai finds out you had a quickie with a stranger, whilst In a relationship with him, you thought it would be okay as he isn't loyal to you, you were wrong.

Warnings: slapping, kai anderson, toxic relationship, blood, swearing, fighting, branding, spitting, forced kissing.

Authors note: I'm sorry, but then again, I'm not. Not proof read, beware if spelling and grammar mistakes, I apologise in advance.

"Where the fuck have you been y/n"

You turn around as you shut the front door, you could see kai standing right infront of you, his frame towering above you making you have to crane your neck in an awkward upward position to look him in his face, which in this case you didn't want to do.

You could see his chest moving up and down due to his erratic breathing that would fan down on your head reminding you of the position of authority you were in right now.

You were nothing in this moment.

"Nowhere, just out" you manage to stumble past kai and wobble into the kitchen where you opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water itching to hydrate yourself. You grimaced at the taste of your saliva, the presence of alcohol still in your system.

"Out with who"

You ignore kais questioning and take a large sip of water feeling you dry throat be cured as the cold liquid soothed its way down your throat. As you were drinking your water kai had made his way over to your frame which was hugging the fridge door leaning your hot skin against the cold metal.

"Answer the fucking question y/n" kai had slapped the bottle out of your hand not caring about the mess the spilled water would make, "who were you out with".

You could feel kai looking down on you, his eyes would scatter across your figure and you could already feel his disappointment, your hair was drenched, the eyeliner you wore dripped down your cheeks, strands of hair clumped together and stuck to your face, your sneakers squeaked everytime you took a step, your skirt was creased and you sweatshirt was losely hanging off if your torso.

"What's your problem kai, I was just out with a friend" you shout as you begin to pick up the discarded bottle and wipe the spilt water from your face and the counter tops.

"Who" kai was pushing you around by your shoulders," answer me y/n, who"

"Why do you care", Pushing kai back but not stopping him you would slap at his chest and arms,"Get off of me you asshole". You could feel yours and kais anger build as yous continued to taunt eachother, with words and actions.

Grabbing the collar of my sweatshirt kai harshly pulled my face to his, pulling some of my hair at the same time

"WHO THE FUCK WERE YOU OUT WITH Y/N"

"Just some guy, I-I don't know his name"kai had released the fists full of clothing and hair he held before shoving your body into the wall standing close to you, his eyes were shut and his head hung slightly as if he was making a tough decision.

Kais hand was resting on my shoulder as we made our way into the basement, the floorboards creaked and added to the eerie atmosphere.

"You were out with guys you don't know"

You swallowed a thick ball of saliva that was caught in your throat, kais hands were rubbing at the base of your neck, slowly moving up your neck and you could feel his anger buzz pit of him, the thought of kai releasing his anger on you was terrifying, you had seen him do it to other members of the cult and seen what he could do but never did you want to be on the receiving end of his harsh words.

"Did you have fun?"

Your eyes widened as you felt kais hands grasp around your throat pushing you down onto the table, your lungs began to strain looking for air to take in but kai was granting you with none. Panic settling in you began to claw at his forearms and kick your legs out aiming to boot him in the stomach.

"STOP FUCKING MOVING YOU BITCH"

Kai began to climb ontop if you, a blade in hand, seeing this your eyes sprung out of your head and thrashed your body in a demonic manner, trying anything to get kai off of you.

"This is what happens y/n, when you're a bad girl" kai had stuffed the handle down the blade into my mouth as he shoved both of your wrists into on of his hands, he put all of his weight down on them which made you cry out in agony as you could no longer move them or feel your fingers.

Tears streaked down your face as kai shoved two of his fingers into your mouth grabbing onto the blades handle and pulling it from your mouth, you gasped in shock as you felt a pinch on the side of your mouth. With a swipe of your tongue you tasted blood and began to scream.

"When you're unfaithful"

Kai took the blade and snaked his hand under your skirt, your legs immediately froze not wanting him to cut you as you know he wouldn't feel remorse. With a tug the waistband of your skirt had been cut, your lower half now on show only being concealed by the underwear you wore.

"For being unloyal "

Pushing my sweatshirt and top up and out of the way kai readied himself, looking me in my eyes he began pushing the blade point into you, breaking the skin amd pushing further, streams of blood began to spill from the would as you cried and threw your body around on the table.

"You fucked that guy didn't you"

Kai dragged the blade down, and would repeat the same movement on the same area multiple times whilst watching you cry.

"Didn't you y/n, admit it"

Seeing you wail in pain but not answer his question kai drops his knife and without caring smacks his hand across your face, shunning you into silence.

"Admit it you fucking slut"

Both of kai's hands were now around your face, his right hand around your jaw applying pressure to make you open your mouth, his left was caressing the side of your face, curling stands of your hair and pulling them harshly.

"Was he good" kai snears," Did you take him like the hole you are"

Not getting an answer from you kai smacks you again with his right hand, before it moved back to your jaw and pried your mouth open.

"You fucking useless slut"

Kai leaned in closer to your face, your puffy eyes were open the tiniest bit, looking You dead in the eyes kai spat.

You could feel his warm saliva land in your mouth and his hand harshly shutting your jaw closed forcing you to keep his spit in your mouth.

"Swallow it bitch"

Picking up the bloodied blade once more kai carried on carving wounds into your flesh, alot more angrier than before, His lines were jagged and more blood gushed put from the slits.

He would lean down and kiss your forehead, lick your tears from your face, and when he tried to kiss you and you turned your head away from him he would push the knife deeper into you and leave it there, letting it stand up on its own half way into your flesh, his now free hand clamped around your jaw and forced you to face him.

His lips pressed down hard on yours, his tongue would trace your lip lining and then bite down on your bottom lip until he was bored or droplets of blood appeared.

Kai would continue to carve his was through your skin, his fingers would run along the gash and dip into the red flesh, smearing your blood across your face where he would lick it off and bite your jaw.

"Promise me y/n you'll be good"

Kais voice was mere background noise to your screams, you throat felt as if it had been burned and ripped apart. Your eyes were stinging and dyed red yet no more tears left your eyes as you had none left.

"PROMISE ME YOU'LL BE LOYAL"

Kai had pushed the blade into an untouched area of your skin and twisted hard causing a blood curdling scream to leave your lips which were painted red by kai as his would use your blood as lipstick and use it on you messily kissing it off of you.

"I P-PROMI- PLEASE KAI- PROMISE I-I.."

"Shhh" kai Hughes you quiet with one kf his fingers to his lips and his hands petting your head as if you were a dog.

"That's all you had to do y/n"

Kais hands rubs the sensitive skin of your stomach, smearing the blood across your torso even more. In your tired haze you see kai rake his eyes up and down your body with a smile on his lips,

"You look beautiful "

Loking down at your body you couldn't see anything but the thick red liquid slowly pumping out of you and onto the table you were laying on.

You hear muffles and assume kai is talking to you but can't put the words together as all you can hear is thumping which makes your head ache, you see kai get up off if you and watch him as he comes back holding a...

Mirror, your eyes adjust and clear the blurriness, "look at how beautiful you are"

You slowly take the mirror from kai, almost dropping it immediately when it's fully in your hands, you see the state of your face.

Dried blood cracking all over your lips and cheeks, puffy eyes, swollen dry lips, sweat covering your forehead and strands of hair stuck to your face. Your head is empty as you stare at yourself but then move the mirror to your stomach.

There lied the letters

K A I

Your flesh curled at the ends of the carvings and barely any blood was coming out if the cuts anymore. Drowsiness was getting the best of you as your eyes fell slowly looking at a bloodied and incredibly happy kai staring right back at you.

"Have fun getting someone who isn't me now bitch"

#ahs #ahs cult #ahs cult smut #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #toxic relationship #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters ahs #evan peters smut

[itsgigikay]

A/N: I apologise in advance for the bad spelling or grammar, and the writing in itself. This my first time putting out my writing. Any tips would be helpful hope you enjoy it! Much love❤️

Harry Styles x Reader

My Gracie

Summary: Y/N and Gracie waiting for Harry to go for lunch

He looks good in anything. This man is standing in front of you in pink sequin shorts, a white feather coat and holding a cake with 11 candles lights. He’s the most wanted man according to The Rolling Stones and you’re glad you can call him your husband.

You and Harry have know each other since 2017, from when he released his first album Harry Styles or some would say HS1. You had met at his album release party, you were cousins with Jeff and Glenne, Jeff’s wife had dragged you along.

Flashback

“You are coming with me” Glenne keeps telling me

“Glenne I’m not coming with you I don’t know anyone there” I fired back you see there’s an album release party that she’s going to because her boyfriend manages the artiest and they’re really close, best friends close and now she’s dragging me with her.

“You know me and that should be enough” she continued stubbornly

“I know you’ll be there and I know you last time you did the same thing, I ended up myself the rest of the night.” I replied

“I apologised for that so many times, and who knows maybe this time you’ll end up leaving me alone” she said while smirking

“Okay fine” I said giving up while rolling my eyes to the back of my head. .

I heard her screech through FaceTime while getting up to get ready.

“I’m so excited! Pick up is at 8.” She didn’t even let me answer before she shut our FaceTime. I let out a sign and I kept looking for an outfit.

Glenne was by my door at 8:05. As I got into the car I realised Jeff wasn’t here.

“Where’s Jeff” I turned to look at her and I put my seatbelt on

“Oh he’s already there said he’ll meet us.” She looked back at me before pulling out of the spot she was in.

When we stepped in the party there was people mingling, dancing and chatting away. The music was pretty low and mellow. While walking around the house with Glenne when we found Jeff we saw he was already holding a glass of scotch.

“Hi baby” he said pulling Glenne in for a hug and kissing her, I spotted the bar not far.

“I’m going to get us something to drink Glenne” I told her in her ear while pointing to the bar.

As I was waiting for Glenne’s drink I heard someone on my right side.

“Hey can I get a whiskey on the rocks please” I look to my side and see a 6’1 foot tall man waiting for his drink. As he turned me I turned back as if I was minding my own business I looked down at my drink and took a sip of it.

“Hi I’m Harry” he politely stuck a hand out

“Y/N” stretching out my hand, as we shock hands we made eye contact. He had green eyes with a hint of blue in them, we were so lost in each other we didn’t see the bartender put our drinks down.

“One whiskey on the rocks and one sex on the beach” the bartender pushed the drinks out more to us. Our hands pull apart, Harry thanked him for the drinks and added a tip.

“So you’re the man of the hour” I continued, trying not to make things awkward as I pushed Glenne’s drink closer to me. He hummed in response as he was sipping on his drink leaning against the bar counter. He was wearing white button down, the first couple of buttons left open, black suit and had a black tie that was untied around his neck.

“Depends who’s asking, love” He smiled at me with that half-smirk fully turning and giving me his full attention.

I scoffed at him and I pick up both drinks and started walking away. When I finally reached Glenne I handed her the drink and started talking to Jeff. As I was chatting away with Jeff and Glenne I could see Harry approaching our way, from over Jeff’s shoulder.

“Glenne it’s so nice to see you again, thank you for coming and celebrating” Harry said on top of the music putting Glenne in for a cheek to cheek kiss.

“Of course H! I heard a sneak peek of some of the songs they’re great!!” She said leaning into Jeff’s side.

“Oh Harry this is Y/N, my cousin Y/N this is Harry” Jeff said trying to introduce us.

“Ya I know we just meet” we both said Simultaneously looking at each other.

End of flashback

“Mama” My thoughts were interrupted by the one and half year old, that I was holding, smacking her tinny chubby hand against my chest

“Mama, ‘ant dada pease” she kept pointing and kept asking to see her dad.

“Love, when daddy finishes taking pictures you can go to him, okay?” I tried to explain to her while hiking her up more so she wouldn’t hurt the babies inside my tummy.

I heard Gracie start whining, so I laid her head down on my shoulder and gave her little forehead some kisses.

“I know, love you want to see daddy but he’s almost done” I started playing with her hair hoping I’ll distract or sooth her a little.

I realised the flashing lights had come to a stop I looked up and saw everyone looking directly to us. Amanda and her camera crew were looking at us with a smile but what caught me was the way Harry was looking at us. He always looks at us with so love in his eyes but today was different, maybe because there was other people around or maybe it’s just my hormones.

I saw Amanda approaching us she starting running her hands through Gracie’s hair “Love, daddy will be done in about a minute okay?” Gracie put her thumb in her mouth and nodded her head. Amanda gave her a kiss on her forehead and got back to work.

“Okay Harry just blow out the candles, and I think we’ll be good to go.” She said looking through her camera. Harry finally blew out the candles he had a couples of shots taken and was done.

“Baby, daddy’s finished taking pictures” I told Gracie, she looked up at me as if asking for permission to be put down. I put her down facing Harry and they both had the same smile on their faces matching with their green eyes full of happiness.

“Dada!!” Gracie screeched running towards her dad

“My Gracie” mimicking her excitement, bending down and opening his arms out for her to run right into them.

“Miss my dada” she said quietly this time nuzzling her head into her dad’s neck

“Missed you too my Gracie” replying back picking her up and kissing her everywhere he can get. He had gotten up from the position he was in and started walking towards me.

“Hi love, how you feeling?” He asked as he kissed my temple

“We’re doing good today” I turned to him to kiss him on the cheek

“What do the babies want to have for lunch today” he asked while soothing my back

“Maybe some Italian, Gracie got me in the mood when she said she wanted pasta back home” telling him while looking up at him and rubbing my little belly

“Italian it is, let’s go get changed” he said wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me to the dressing room.

A/N Please let me know what we think🥺

#harries #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry x reader #dad!harry #dad!harry styles #y/n reader #harry blurb #harry oneshot #harry’s house #harry update #harry #mommy

[therunawaykind]

Sweet Release

Pairing: Zooey Kern x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/MINORS DNI. Swearing, fingering, bottom!reader, top!Zooey, strap use (r receiving), praise, cheating, alcohol consumption, slight age gap but legal!

A/N: So this is the rather rushed oneshot that I wanted to get out today because as you may have seen already today is my birthday! This WIP has also been sitting in my WIP list for months so it's about time I wrote it. So I wanted to give you all a little present from me to you....even though it really should be the other way around 🤨 but anywho. I apologise in advance if there are mistakes regarding typos and grammar and just purely if my writing isn't up to standard as I said I did ever so slightly rush it a bit I feel. But nevertheless, I do hope you all enjoy the birthday gift from me to you.

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Ms Zooey Kern, The nurse, the carer, is probably one of the most attractive young women you’ve ever laid your eyes on who also happens to be your brother’s fiancee. It was a double-edged sword your liking to the woman. Not only was she kind and considerate to your brother whenever you were around, but she was also so fucking attentive all the time. Making sure to include you in conversation and catch up with you regarding college or literally anything going on in your life. 

From what you knew and saw between the couple everything was happy and smooth sailing between the two of them. But that may not exactly be the case. 

You were hoping tonight would help you in some way to get over this infatuation you had with Zooey. After all, tonight was your 21st supposed to be the age where you have your very first drink but let’s be completely honest here…you’ve dabbled in drinking some alcoholic beverages here and there before whether your family knew it or not. Talking about family your parents decided to go away for a week to celebrate your 21st earlier knowing you’d probably prefer a party in the comfort of your own home with all your friends without your parents being around. Which was appreciated hugely by you and promised them when they came home everything would be exactly the same considering you didn’t exactly have a massive friend group. They got on too well with your parents to even think about damaging or breaking something, that was a wrath they never wanted to have to deal with or encounter.  

So here you are pouring a drink of yourself listening to the music in the background and the ever so slightly muffled conversations amongst all of your friends. Earlier in the day you and text and had a call with your brother where he was unsure if he would be able to make it due to work….or so he was saying. He did mention however there was a huge possibility that Zooey could make an appearance that she had a card and present from the both of them and something just from her which she refused to tell him what it was. You didn’t dwell on it too much thinking it was just her being extra nice by it being a milestone birthday of yours. 

As you were sat in between your friends on the sofa you all heard the faint knocking on the door. You raise your eyebrows in surprise as all your friend furrow there's “were you expecting anybody else Y/N/N?” 

“Eh not that I’m aware of my brother was unsure if he was gonna make it, he did mention the possibility of Zooey making an appearance though.” Your voice grew faint as you walked away from your friends towards the door. As you heard the knocking again “I’m coming, I’m coming.” When you pulled the door open to your surprise you saw both your brother and Zooey, “well this is a surprise. I thought you said you couldn’t make it and that it’d just be Zooey?” 

He rolls his eyes as he ruffles your hair “alright sis at least act like you’re happy to see me huh?” 

“No no I am, I just wasn’t expecting it.” 

He smiles softly down at you and gives you a hug just as your attempting to fix the hair that he messed up. “I know sis, I just wanted it to be a surprise I know we haven’t seen each other a lot recently. But Happy Birthday and I want you to know that I am super freaking proud of you and everything you’re doing in college.” 

You nod slowly and clear your throat in an attempt to clear your eyes of any tears. As he walks away and into the house he pats you on the back which leaves you with Zooey and you not knowing if she is gonna go in for a hug or a handshake. Instinctively you put out your hand Zooey scoffs playfully as she grabs your hand and pulls you over to her and embraces you in a long hug. “Happy Birthday Y/N.” 

As you place your arms around Zooey’s waist you mumble quietly “Thanks Zooey and it means a lot that you came you didn’t have to.” 

“Oh stop it, of course, I had to Y/N, you’re special to me and you mean a lot to me.” 

You nod sheepishly at her response, only now realising there is no space between the both of your bodies in this hug. You pull back from her rather nervously and cough “I guess I should leave you to get back to my brother.” As your eyes uneasily scan around the room you miss the fact that Zooey takes this moment to run her eyes up and down your body checking you out and biting her lip subtly. She clears her throat as she approaches you and whispers “I’ll tell you this because your brother forgot but he did invite a few of his friends to join so there would be others here he could talk to rather than bugging your friends with stupid talk they probably don’t wanna listen to.”

Your eyes scan her face as she talks as you try your hardest and absolute best to not linger on her lips, going unnoticed by you is Zooey’s hand running around your waist and down your side, she moves it back subtly and lets her hand rest on your ass. Not helping herself in any way but groans internally. 

“Thank you for telling me Zooey, it’s probably better off for you two anyway. You don’t have to sit around and probably listen to our stupid talk.” Zooey nods hastily as she hands you a bag which includes what you can only assume are your brother and Zooey’s card and present. “Again thank you Zooey much appreciated, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Nonsense Y/N, you mean a lot to both of us we had to get you something to celebrate this milestone. Besides, I have my own gift to give you but you’ll get that later.” As Zooey walks off she places small little taps on your ass, unbeknownst to yourself your eyes move up and down her body and stay glued to her waist, hips and ass she saunters off smirking to yourself knowing she’s swaying her hips more and rather exaggerating her movements. 

Zooey was playing a very dangerous game and she knew that. But what could she do, she couldn’t help it if things were rapidly going to shit with your brother. Well, she could help, but….maybe she just didn’t want to. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but you were happily buzzed right now. Not overly and sloppily drunk where you wouldn’t remember anything. Just the right amount of tipsy. As you scanned the room you saw Zooey and your brother in a group talking to his friends that joined earlier and all of your friends were talking with each other. Once you knew everyone had drinks and was busy you decided to go upstairs and use the bathroom in your room. Unknown to you as you started ascending the stairs it was like a sense that Zooey had that told her you were on the move as she saw you go upstairs.

Zooey placed her hand on your brother’s forearm softly as she muttered “I’m just going to use the bathroom.” He nodded in response and placed a quick kiss on the top of her head before she quickly yet subtly went up the stairs after you. Her eyes darted to every door along the hallway looking for any indication of what room you went into. She cheered slightly as she saw the door to your room slightly ajar, slipping in between the gap closing the door softly and locking it. Zooey laid her head against the door as she took a deep breath. 

At the sound of your bathroom door closing, Zooey jumped and cursed under her breath. As you turned around you stopped your movements “Oh hey Zooey what are you doing in here?”  You watch as she turns around slowly shoving her hands into her back pockets as she swallows dryly “I thought it would be a good time for you to get your birthday present specifically from me.” 

You chuckle nervously “and that needs to be done alone just the two of us?” The rate at which your heart rate picked up was alarming it felt like it was gonna burst out of your chest. Zooey nodded slowly but confidently “yes, yes it did.” You wet your lips slightly with your tongue as you see Zooey start to approach grabbing your hands slowly and pulling you over nearer your bed. “Have I ever told you just how cute you are and look in this skirt tonight?” You shake your head slowly in retaliation.

“Oh, that’s a shame I should’ve done that sweetie.” 

If you couldn’t guess what this gift was that was specifically from her before you most certainly could now. “Well maybe cute isn’t the right word….maybe more so hot….dare I say even sexy?” she questions as her voice drops down low. It was as if you were stuck in a trance you couldn’t move as you felt her hands roam around your body. It was easily noticeable to you and Zooey that your breathing changed instantly. 

You couldn’t help but gulp as you felt her hands move down your sides and down onto your thighs. Your eyes darted around the room as you heard her humming to herself “Y’know you have very soft skin Y/N.” You clear your throat and nod hesitantly “Thank you? I guess?” As you hear a chuckle pass Zooey’s lips you clench your eyes shut. Zooey feels you tense up as her hands land on the back of your thighs just underneath your ass as her fingers start to draw random shapes and tapping randomly against the skin that isn’t being hidden by your underwear. Zooey slowly starts tugging on the hem of your underwear “y’know it’s been very hard for me to keep my hands to myself and not act flirty towards such an attractive young woman.” 

A shaky breath passes your lips “Zooey what is this, what are you doing?” 

She smirks up at you as she leaves her hands placed on your ass “I’m doing exactly what I said I would. I’m giving you the birthday present, especially from me.”  

“Zooey…b-but what about my brother?” 

She can’t help but gulp at the mention of your brother…her fiancee. “That’s nothing you have to worry about Y/N. I’ll deal with it.” You stare at her and take a deep breath nodding hesitantly and saying pretty much inaudibly “okay.” 

“But I do need you to do one thing for me Y/N.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Consent. So are you okay with this happening right now and are you sober for this to happen?” 

You nod as soon as you hear her finish, but quickly know what you have to do as soon as you see Zooey arch her eyebrow. “Yes I am okay with this happening right now, and I’m pretty sure the second I saw you in my room I sobered right up due to my shock.” Hearing Zooey laugh at that statement you can’t help but chuckle slightly in return. 

“Good, that’s all I needed to know.” As soon as those words leave her mouth she leans in as close as possible placing her lips against yours. The instant her lips were on yours it felt like you had melted into a puddle with how soft her lips were and how delicately she was kissing you. Zooey can’t help but smile into the kiss as you place your hands over her shoulder holding onto the back of her neck and shirt in an attempt to keep yourself standing. 

Removing one of her hands from your ass she places it on your stomach and gently pushes you backwards in a bid to get you lying down on your bed. Zooey inhales deeply as she starts to lie on top of you though being mindful to not place all of her weight on top of you. As you drape your arms over her shoulders again as she situates yourself, you can’t help but raise your eyebrows in surprise when you feel something press against the top of your thigh. You take a deep breath as you clear your throat nervously “Ehhh Zooey…..did I just feel….what I think it is?” 

Zooey attempts her absolute best to hide the smirk as she starts placing kisses along your jawline and down your neck as she mumbles into your neck “You’ll find out soon enough hun.” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes and groan at her response, which swiftly ends up in her retaliating and biting your neck with what can only be the intent of leaving a mark. “Zooey I swear if that leaves a mark.” 

“It’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. It’s getting colder just wear something that’ll cover them…layers are also good.” Throwing your head back against the pillows as you let her continue placing delicate languid kisses against your sensitive skin. Both of you feel the rise and fall of your chest get increasingly quicker the more time she spends kissing your neck and her tongue running along the delicate skin and marks that she made. Taking note of your head thrown backwards Zooey makes sure to slowly move her hands down your body as she subtly moves them up your legs towards your underwear.

To make sure you’re distracted she moves her kisses back up along your jaw and starts kissing you insistently nipping and biting at your bottom lip and making sure to soothe any bites with her tongue. 

With your mouth slightly agape she slowly slips her tongue into your mouth humming at the lingering taste of alcohol she gets from your mouth and the subtle taste of you she can get at the same time. Zooey pulls back ever so slightly as she mumbles against your lips “as much as I would love to take my time with you as if we have all the time in the world. We do not have that pleasure at this moment in time hopefully….maybe somewhere down the line we’ll have the pleasure to take however long we want Y/N/N.” 

As she looks at you briefly to gauge your reaction she grins when she sees the small nod and a whisper of “yeah sure okay.” She leans down and places and lingering kiss against your lips and mutters “you’re the best.” Zooey taking advantage of your slight distraction with the feeling of her lips pressing against any part of your skin that was visible to her, as well as the feeling of her hands making their way up your thighs and attempting to subtly remove your underwear as you just basked in everything relating to Zooey. 

The small groan that escaped Zooey’s mouth couldn’t be stopped as soon as she felt the wet patch on your underwear as she started pulling them down your legs taking note of the goosebumps that were visible on your legs. Once she finally got your underwear off with your very little to no help she paused slightly as she was going to throw them onto the floor, she bit her bottom lip as she stared at the undergarments in her hand going through all her options. Taking a deep breath she tucked them into her back pocket messily letting quite a lot of it hang out over her pocket as she went back to focusing on you. 

Pushing up your top slightly kissing along your stomach as she bunched your skirt up around your waist. As you were just enjoying and letting Zooey do whatever she wanted, was when you realised she had froze and stopped herself the second she bunched up your skirt. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you opened your eyes, whilst slowly moving your hand down to Zooey’s hair and running your fingers through it. “Everything okay Zooey?” 

Clearing her throat, Zooey looked up at you quite sheepishly and nodded “yeah everything is fine. I’m just going, to be honest with you Y/N/N I didn’t think you were going to be as wet as you are.” She glances back down briefly after her statement fingers slightly spreading the entrance to your core as she takes note of the wetness glistening due to the light coming in from the window. Seeing you still slightly tense with her free hand she pushes you back down gently by your stomach as she places multiple pecks against the skin showing “everything is perfect Y/N, just lay back and relax.” 

Glancing at you from the corner of her eye simultaneously moves her thumb over your clit starting to rub small circles around the bundle of nerves as she pushes two of her fingers into your core. She smirks at the strangled noise that gets caught in the back of your throat at all of the sensations Zooey is spreading throughout your body. Slowing the pace of her thumb circling your clit to make sure you don’t reach your high too soon, adjusting her position slightly by propping herself up on her forearm right beside your head as she stares down at you paying close attention to all of the expressions when she hits certain points with her fingers. 

As much as she would love to hear all your whimpers and moans at your full potential she was far too aware of the group of people that were just downstairs, that could walk up the stairs at any moment and catch the both of you.

Much to her dismay not being able to savour and enjoy to her fullest potential what was occurring between you two at this moment in time. Pressing against a more sensitive part of your walls, grinning as she sees your hips writhing beneath her. Sitting back onto her knees as smoothly as she can making sure to keep the movement of her fingers constant as she situates herself. 

Feeling Zooey hit all of the right spots constantly is both amazing and complete and utter torture for you, down to the fact you both knew even if it wasn’t said you’d have to keep as quiet as physically possible due to everyone downstairs. If your lip or hands didn’t have some sort of cut or mark by the end of this night you’d be very impressed and rather shocked by it all. Grabbing on tightly to the pillows placed behind you and the bed covers underneath you at the sudden feeling of the tip of Zooey’s strap-on slowly teasing against your core as she slowly pushes it into you. Sighing softly as you feel her slide the whole length of the strap into you. 

Placing your hand over your mouth as you muffle out “fucking hell Zooey, a little heads up would’ve been nice.” She can’t help but giggle slightly at your comment as she bites her bottom lip and shrugs. “It was a surprise, if I told you about it, it would’ve ruined the whole element of what a surprise actually is.” You chuckle slightly as you look up at her and roll your eyes, grabbing her shirt and pulling her down towards you placing long intense kisses against her lips running your tongue along her lips and pressing against hers in her mouth. 

Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the feeling of Zooey’s strap moving in and out of you constantly. As if knowing Zooey’s next move as she places her hand on the top of your thigh, you wrap both of your legs around your waist ultimately trapping her. Zooey laughs slightly as she falls forward due to your movement placing her hands by the side of your head “shit Y/N.”  chuckling and panting softly into her mouth in pleasure as you feel her hips moving against the back of your thighs. Due to Zooey’s fast and rough thrusts, your body jerks up the bed getting closer to the headboard, hearing it starting to hit against the wall as you mumble out between moans “Zooey, the headboard.” Zooey glances up briefly as she wraps one of her hands on the headboard to stop it. 

Placing her head in the crook grunting softly due to the thrusts of her hips speeding up and slowing down in random intervals just to prolong your reaching your high just that bit longer. Whispering softly into your ear “you’re doing great Y/N/N being so quiet for the both of us so no one will notice.”  The only response you could muster was a small whimper from the back of your throat and your hand dragging down the length of her back and grabbing onto her shirt. Hearing faint mutterings downstairs Zooey starts thrusting faster, feeling your thighs start to tense around her waist she quickly presses her thumb onto your clit in tight and fast circles. Gripping onto Zooey’s shirt tighter as you start biting down on the fist of your free hand feeling the coil starting to tighten as your hips start to rut against Zooey and her thrusts. 

“Zooey…fuck…..yes.” Both of you trying to restrain yourselves from reaching your full volume and potential. Slowly noticing the sweat building up on certain parts of your body between the two of you, feeling tops stick on your stomach and chests. The beads of sweat slowly descending down Zooey’s forehead as she places soft delicate kisses on your neck as she feels the slight stutter of her own hips. 

The feeling of your thighs trembling and your whole body tensing and the quiet gasp that leaves your mouth at Zooey pressing down against your clit harder and thrusting in one last time as she feels her own thighs twitching. Both of your legs and the arm that’s draped around Zooey’s back fall limply on the bed as you attempt to get your breath back. Pulling the strap out of you as gently as she can.

She smiles down at you as she watches the rise and fall of your chest with your eyes closed, as she takes off the strap and throws it to the side. Leaning down closer to you and placing soft kisses all around your face and lips as she mumbles “I hate to break up this lil moment but before we go back downstairs we better clear ourselves back up.” 

You nod weakly and swallow dryly “you should go first…to clean yourself and leave first. Maybe even walk into the bathroom down the hall and come back out just so ya know….people don’t get suspicious.” 

Zooey grins down at you softly as she places a lingering kiss on your every so slightly swollen yet soft lips. “Happy Birthday Y/N/N. I hope you liked your surprise present.” 

You laugh softly at her response as you see her get up off the bed picking up the toy to sneak out to the other bathroom. Staring up at the ceiling smiling to yourself softly, realising what just happened groaning and placing both hands over your face.

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Hurts so good

- (I) / (II)

Alex Keller x F!Reader

Summary: Does he love you, or he only sees you as Farah's sister.

Warning: NOT FOR MINORS, Sunshine!Alex, Grumpy!Reader, heavy plot + lots of conversations, spoilers, mentions of violence, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, angst, triangle relationship, etc. Wordcount: 2k2

NOTE(s):

I love Farah so so much, this's just a scenario.

Might appears some grammar errs (APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE)

Better understanding (suggested): CoD MWI , CoD MWII - Atomgrad Raid

||THE LAST PART||

Standing outside the Furnace, you listened intently to Alex and Farah's conversation. You split a few minutes ago and were given orders to team up with Cpt. Jonathan Price, finally catching up with them but refused to interfere. The clanking of empty bullet casings falling to the cold stone floor, the smell of firearms, and the continual barking of commands appear to have vanished as you stand silently, nearly undetectable at the doorway.

You didn't catch much, but it's understandable that the detonator was fucked and couldn't be detonated from the control room.

"I'll go in there," Farah's voice was gentle.

"And what do you do?" The man asked, panting.

"Ignite the furnace" Plain and simple.

Gritting your teeth, you clutched the rifle tightly to the front of your body and stared towards the stairs, keeping an eye out for any suspicious intrusions while maintaining your attention to the chat inside.

"....I'm asking you to give me the order"

Something snapped and your hearing stopped functioning immediately. No, no, Alex's insane, please don't be what you're thinking - no, doubting about. And Farah could not agree to this shitty god-knows-what this man means.

"I've been on assignment my whole life. This….is what I believe in" There was some back and forth before the man spoke, “Give me the order”.

Followed by the heavy boot soles being stumbled, the upright posture of the soldier waiting for commands. For fuck sake, you were reluctant to admit it but the brunett's eyes, which carry more than speeches could seem clearer than ever in the back of your mind making you even more heartbroken as all the buried hints of those emerald blue pupils ain't meant for you.

“You are a freedom fighter, Alex” Farah grimaced as you whispered, in sync.

“You’re a born leader, Farah” He’s not talking to you, you reminded yourself, “Say the word” The man repeated sternly.

“Go”

“Yes, ma’am”

More words needed? Alex would never be able to get out of there in one piece, and as if you're letting that happen under your sight.

“Farah, wha’s yer status?” Price grunted through the comms.

“Captain, Barkov is dead”

“Roger that….Alex, charges set?”

“Affirmative, sir” The brunett calmly answered.

“Alex…?” Farah hesitated, “I’m not getting out of here, let’s do this”

“Thank you” - “Yes ma’am”

The detonation was carried out under Price's commands. 

However - whatever happened inside the building, shall remain inside the building.

“...3” 

In the blink of an eye, you burst through the door and marched to where Alex was standing. Swiftly inserting the removed initiator of a grenade into the empty area of the trigger device, you punched the activation button then grabbed the hem of the brunett's bulletproof vest and dragged him out of the danger zone.

"The fuck was that?" Alex turned to pose a query while sprinting parallel to you.

"It'll slow down the detonation process, give us more time to run....now, up the stairs" You cocked your head towards the rusty ladder leading to the roof of the building and the man just smiled amusingly and followed suit.

Undoubtedly, you always bring many surprises, especially to Alex.

".....2" The two of you made it outdoors and instantly began racing forward.

"....1" 

"JUMP!" You shouted.

With all his strength, Alex jumped over to the exposed yard of the nearest building and assisted you up in continuing sprinting. It took a lot of evading and hiding, but eventually the two of you managed to escape to the opposite forest but the fire was directly behind you.

There was little else that could be done, you aggressively nudged your shoulder to the man's back as the explosion threw the two of you to the grass. Even though you had slipped quite far from the surrounding fences, you still pinned him to the ground, not moving until the entire factory had collapsed, as if shielding him.

"Ah...hey, it's alright now, you can come down" Alex peered over his shoulder at you, only seeing the top of your head.

You grumbled softly before sliding down from Brunette's back and he wasted no time flipping over to catch you. You swore you despise it when he's so exceptionally kind to you everyone, always making you melt with even the tiniest act of caring.

"That shit's crazy" Alex chuckled, "You're fucking crazy"

And you started giggling right after, causing the itchy grass pressing against your back as your body moved, forcing the laughter to fade into a sob of pain.

"You alright?" The man anxiously reached for your shoulder blades, only to be stopped when you grimaced and tears reflexively streamed from the corner of your eyes.

Your hiss was the cue Alex needed to hoist you up and bring you back into his line of sight for a closer examination.

"Dear god...." The man was stunned, damn, it surely looked dreadful.

A major burn covered the full right-aspect of your back, from your shoulder to your waist with Dried blood and dark stains from the burn were still apparent. You felt nauseated as recalling how your physique was bared to the view of the brunett's vision, so you suddenly shoved him away and collapsed to the ground. Propping yourself up and started vomiting, your fingers collecting the wet soil as you felt the bitter taste in your throat arriving from your gallbladder.

"Easy....easy, yeah? I got you" Alex carefully tucked the stray locks behind your ear while calling your name to help you relax.

"This is Echo 3-1 to Watcher, requesting Med Evac asap....over" Removing his hand off the radio, he turned to check on you and lifted you up, holding you securely in his embrace to keep you from falling again.

"Solid copy, Echo 3-1"

"You should let me go, Alex" You were worn out to resist, so you allowed yourself to lean toward the sturdy torso in front of you.

"And you’re doing the opposite, Lieutenant" Alex only grinned, his chest rising and falling close to yours, his beard gently caressing your shoulder, bringing a pleasant tickling sensation.

"Jerk…also you and I are on the same rank" You turned your face to the man's neck and muttered, making his body stiffened up and he had to clear his throat as your lips grazed across his moist skin.

"Copy that, Shabah" 

_-_-_-_-_-_

In 1999, Cpt. Jonathan Price was still a Lieutenant and had successfully rescued Farah and her comrades from Barkov's captivity. When Urzikstan was given additional weaponry and manpower, that explained why you were assigned. You were John's best Sergeant, and due to several undercover and assassination missions, Laswell had to conceal your identity and report you as M.I.A for the purpose to transfer you to Urzikstan, where you could operate under Commander Farah Karim's commands.

From years to years, you've become an irreplaceable member of this large family, all of the army members treated you as relatives, without discrimination or alienation, despite the fact that you were fairly distant when you first joined.

And as the second most trusted soldier after Hadir - Farah's younger brother, you're ordered to proceed to the location where the gas was stolen and detain any survivors for interrogation after receiving the urgent call. No dangers were spotted, only one brown-haired man struggling to stay sober as his wounds have turned worse, therefore you instantly approached and directly assisted in bringing him back to your HQ.

“What is your message from Captain Price?” The woman cautiously stepped out of the hidden corner to the table, which was being used to mount a map on its surface.

"Commander Karim, call me Alex" the soldier who had just been hauled in and thrown down on the chair said, looking directly into Farah's eyes.

"I'm listening, Alex," she repeated.

"This is classified...." The man's boldness made you raise your eyebrows and Farah told all of them to leave the room, yet you remained in your post.

"She's Laswell's, don't worry," she assured him. 

Generally, forty-eight hours ago, terrorists - as known as the Al-Qatala - stole a shipment of Russian gas. Ironically, the Russians make no distinction between them and Farah's, same went with the Arabic forces, you knew more than well Farah's disgust toward both Al-Qatala and the Russian army.

"They're both terrorists" That's what she stated.

Hadir interrupted the talk by running in to call his sister. After a few confirmations, Farah began pointing out regions and features worth searching for on the map, while you leaned against the wall and silently observed them without making a sound. When Alex looked over, he bet he saw your pupils luminous in the darkness, boring a hole right through his body. The man understanded that you weren't obligated to look at the map to figure out the strategy, no wonder why Hadir or Farah had to call for you. Even after Farah dismissed them, Alex noticed you didn't shift an inch from where you were standing but as soon as he turned his back on you to catch the rifle tossed at him by the opposing man, you showed up right next to Farah, facing him.

"You're staying with my brother, شبح" is a more intimate callsign.

شبح - pronounced Shabah, meaning Phantom. How suitable.

Fought alongside one another at Barkov's base, capturing then eliminating the Wolf with the backing of Captain Price and Garrick. Alex had begun to form tight ties with the Arab army, implying that he's also growing attached to you. Perhaps it was owing to his stubbornness that the two of you quickly became great friends,  after all, you were the only foreigners in the forces. If you have any regrets - and there can only be one - you regretted developing needless sentiments for the brunett and having to watch his face brighten when he looks at the woman you view as your sister. 

It's not that Alex neglected you or anything, but his interaction with Farah was more than merely colleagues. You know that far better than anyone else. The miserable feeling of your chest tightening every time you hear them laughing with each other without daring to turn around and occasionally when you stumble across late-night rallies, you feel like a coward just hiding in an unseen spot, afraid to confront the harsh truth.

Waking up to the smell of antiseptic and dozens of blinding lights shooting into your eyeballs, you scowl and carefully set your palms down to prop yourself up from the prone position.

"Fuck me" you murmured and stretched, only to quickly pull your arms back because the burn on your back turned out to be way more severe for your liking.

Behind you, the creak of the door causing your head to whip back to see Alex stood there with a flushed face. From this angle plus your upper body was not covered, he could have had an elite view of half of your chest area. 

Smirking at his reaction, you drew the blanket up to drape it over your front and sat on the mattress with your vision to the man. At the moment you signaled him to keep on going forward, the sound of metal hitting the floor drove your smile to fade away as you really took him in.

"Alex....your-" You gaped, "What happened?" Every single part of your cell shriveled up in confusing anguish as you peer unblinking at the mechanical limb instead of the real one.

"I'm not sure, but the doc said it was due to a strong impact from falling or crashing" He shrugged as if this was not a big deal, at all.

Tears pricked in your eyes as you looked up at him. The man was right within your grasp, but you couldn't draw him into a soothing hug and rub his back like he did for you in the forest just a few hours before. 

“I’m sorry…I thought tha-” 

“Shhh, do not apologize to me” Alex cupped your chin and knelt down to your eye-level, thumbs lightly caressing your cheeks, “None of this was your fault, you hear me? In fact, the burn on your back, wasn't it my fault then?” 

“I chose to protect you, you cannot blame yourself ‘bout that” You argued back.

“So do you, Lt.”

Your mouth shut as your lower lip trembled, but you refused to cry. With the sunglasses and the thin cloth constantly concealing your facial patterns, Alex was taken aback and charmed by the expression you rarely displayed. He has spent enough time with you to get the idea that your seemingly oblivious glances always uphold and pay attention to your surroundings. 

You're the last person to leave the target once ensuring that nobody was left behind, not a talkative person yet you silently care for others through your subtle deeds, and the soldiers would flock to you whenever they need someone to confide in. Given that you hadn't been working together for lengthy, Alex acknowledged that you're an incredibly warm woman. He's just so deeply concentrated on Farah that he probably forgot about you.

Unlike the man who believed he had treated you improperly, you're ashamed for leading him to lose a vital part of his body as a soldier. You should've avoided him from the start, otherwise he'd not have had such an awful fate. 

It's entirely your responsibility.

Taglist: @shadowlali , @ghostlythots

#call of duty #cod #alex keller x f!reader #cod alex #alex keller x reader #alex cod #alex keller #alex keller x you #modern warfare #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod angst #cod fluff #cod mw #cod x you #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare

[redinbluee]

Chainsaw Man, ch 121

(Hi, I’ll start doing Chainsaw man updates/analysis for every chapter now since I rlly want to talk about it (I have no one to talk to about it irl, and I like to express my thoughts on things). I apologise for my poor grammar in advance- my writing style is rant-like and difficult to read, I hope it’ll get better as I do more of these. CSM has been my biggest interest for so long and I just love it soso much so feel free to talk to me about it anytime!)

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Anyways, to today’s chapter- (121, Theory of Happiness) Spoiler warning!!

I’ll start with the title. This is probably my favourite title so far, not only does it summarise the message of the chapter well, it really resonates with me as well. It’s interesting to see how different people attain their happiness, while some people are constantly in a cheery mood, others might find it more difficult to gain happiness. Not only this, people attain happiness from all sorts of things. You can’t just ask someone to “be happy”, happiness is a naturally occurring emotional response that could not be forced. A lot of the recent chapters focus on relationships and how one may gain happiness through these connections. Asa is in a situation right now where is just so lonely, she has lost everyone in her life and is currently at a very low point. She gains happiness in the early chapters and then looses them in the blink of an eye. Her happiness is temporary, short lived. I feel terrible for her. Whereas Denji receives all this attention from groups of thirsty fans, but he seeks for a deep emotional connection- someone who is willing to accept the boy behind the facade and love him for who he really is. Asa has a high quality of life, there’s no evidence of her being broke, and she lives in nice conditions. But she is alone, her parents are gone- there’s no one she can talk to, no one to reassure her and tell her that she matters. Denji on the other hand, has lived a terrible life, and has lived in the worst of conditions. He was starving, broke, uneducated- but he was able to attain minimal happiness through the smallest of things, talking about his dreams with Pochita- finding small things in his life to be grateful of. I love this contrast that Fujimoto made. 

Interestingly, just a few days ago- I was talking with my mom. I was going through a depressive episode and I began talking about how I find it so difficult to attain my happiness. I’m financially stable, I have a great family, and I’m living a rather fortunate life- then why am I so sad all the time. I get all emotional over minor things, I worry too much and it tears me apart. And my mom agreed, she felt the same. I felt like a brat, a terrible child, I knew perfectly that there were people all around me suffering to much greater extents but I was only worrying about myself. This chapter came out at a perfect time. 

Asa lights up to the minimal attention someone gives her- she’s so starved from love it makes me want to cry. She gets so confident the moment Denji gives her the smallest compliment, and she quickly gets so emotionally affected by abandonment. It was also sad and funny to see how much Asa was trying to cope with her situation last chapter- I love her monologues and long-winded infodumps, I do the exact same. It makes me feel less alone. Asa struggles to admit that she desperately needs this love right now- her happiness almost depends on the people around her. She holds a distinct set of values that guide her through life without realising that she contradicts it- she makes up he mind that she prefers isolation then immediately gets all flustered when Yoshida does the bare minimum. I wish she could realise how much she needs a secure friendship right now- Asa being so sad right now makes me want to disintegrate. 

The chainsaw plush on the first page was cute. I wonder who put it there- I bet it was Iseumi. There were several moments in the chapter that reminded me of the reoccurring theme of “fame” in CSM so far and I would like to elaborate on it. Just from the plush, we can see that Chainsaw Man is a famous and impactful figure in the world of CSM right now, there have been several mentions of Chainsaw Man merchandise so far- like the chainsaw man bun and stickers that were talked about in 98. There is also the chainsaw man open call that might occur soon. We have managed to get a glimpse about how the public views and treats Chainsaw man, we see all these false claims about him in 103- while some people almost objectify CSM and worship him like a god (cough cough Iseumi), some despise him. While Chainsaw man is constantly being showered with praise, and at the same time- hate. All of this is directed towards a figure who is entirely a facade. No one knows about the broke, single father boy that lies beneath the mask. A high schooler who is a loser, who is lonely, who is under the control of a demonic gremlin child at home. Yoshida mentioned the importance of “parasocial relationships” on the third page of today’s chapter, I found that interesting- it almost felt like Fujimoto was referring to his own audience. About their obsession with his characters, their obsession with him as a writer without knowing who he really is. The chainsaw man figure lies helpless, defensiveness on the couch, listening to Asa and Yoshida’s conversation- he hears everything, but does not have the power to interfere. That’s the same as Denji’s situation, he is literally Chainsaw Man, a highly recognised and appreciated figure- but he is unable to be recognised for his true self. He is under the control of two people- Yoshida, who prevents him from breaking this facade and revealing his true identity to the public. Denji first-handedly hears all this criticism about chainsaw man in 103, but is then immediately shut off when he tries to prove his point. Denji has no voice in society, no one listens to him, know one appreciates him for who he is. And Nayuta, someone who controls Denji’s relationships with people, shutting them out from his life and harming them. Despite Chainsaw Man getting all this fame, none of them is directed towards Denji. I think the next few chapters will heavily explore with his relationship with playing the role of Chainsaw Man- is it really worth it, pretending to be someone else your whole life just to feed of ungenuine praise? 

It was creepy to see a dead body fall from the sky while Asa was contemplating suicide. It was unexpected and impactful. 

This almost reminds me of Asa’s reoccurring dream. She runs through the corridor, trying to not step on the dead chickens that obstruct her path. She couldn’t help but step on them- getting close to the impending darkness that lies ahead. Asa walks across the path, clouded by her own thoughts. Then boom- dead person falls from the sky. Asa had no control over the situation, she just happened to be there when the dead body fell off. Same as the dream. The chapter ends with people staring down at her from a tall building- The gaze is intrusive, accusational. Almost as if Asa had just fucked up- then the chapter ends on this cliffhanger. (And we have to wait 14 days) 

The panelling was beautiful in this chapter, Fujimoto has done it again. The contrast between Denji and Asa’s expression on page 10 was (chef’s kiss). While Denji is trying to convince himself that Chainsaw Man will bring him happiness (a false sense of happiness), Asa looks awful- she looks so sad. I expect that Denji will get a reality check soon, then fall into Asa’s current position as well. 

Second coolest page was page 5, bravo Fujimoto. Dude built the suspense by zooming into Asa’s face and Yoshida’s lips then boom- (next page) Yoshida steps out of the closet and breaks the tension. Props for coming out

I’m getting tired, that’s it for now

Side note- I love how Nayuta slapped Denji’s ass ahhaaha

#csm #chainsaw man #csm 121 #asa mitaka #denji #yoshida hirofumi #asaden #yoshida is so gay ily #autism #denji hayakawa #Chainsaw man 121 #Chainsaw man #Asa #csm analysis

[scarfacemarston]

don't know if you have been asked this before, and if you have then pls forgive me! (also english is not my first language so I may use incorrect grammar, so I do apologise for that in advance as well) but I wanted to know what is your opinion on the popular "theory" (?) or maybe even a "canon thingy" believed by most of the people in the fandom, that Arthur and Abigail were together during the time John left or that they had romantic feelings for eachother?, or that Arthur had some intense romantic feelings for Abigail but she did not reciprocate? some even say that Arthur's 'greet' lines such as "sometimes, i think about the good old days" to Abigail are about the time they were together, however i feel confused about all this because I doubt that Abigail would just switch to Arthur as soon as John disappeared and then snapback to being in love with John as soon as he came back, it just doesn't make sense to me considering her character, however, I could be wrong. So I wanted to know your opinion about this and what you believed happened, if anything at all did in John's disappearance or even if Arthur and Abigail were ever involved romantically at any point of time in the past, because you are one of the writers on here that truly gets Abigail in my personal opinion.

Thank you so much for the sweet message! Your English is better than mine. Trust me. Arthur and Abigail were never involved. Full stop. People keep spreading this idea and I can see why, but it's just not accurate. There were the lightest of rumors that Abigail would be in a love triangle, but I heard that was scrapped immediately. It would have ruined John, Arthur and Abigail's characters and would have given the fandom yet ANOTHER reason to hate Abigail. I'm thankful for it because I think adding a love triangle there would be lazy. You don't need to "brothers" to be fighting over a woman to insert some drama in the story. People constantly bring up Arthur's journal entry about marriage, but again, there is ZERO proof he meant that romantically. He is partially doing it for Abigail because he thinks it's the right and proper thing to do. It's what he wasn't able to do for Eliza and Isaac. He feels sorry for Jack and wants to give him a better life that is more secure. Now, he does get bitter towards Abigail at times when it comes to Jack such as him sarcastically asking if it's his turn to be nursemaid again. That points to him potentially feeling used which is another issue in itself. Arthur also antagonizes Abigail in low honor mode. He talks only about John. Constantly. He says a lot of nasty comments about how he thinks she's desperate for John and needs to get over herself. I have his low honor comments. They reveal a completely different side to their relationship and it's all based on JOHN. Low honor Arthur also reaches for low hanging fruit like making fun of her days as a sex worker. If he is able to go that low, then he would have easily made comments about their past. Easily. I mean, he goes as low as making fun of Hosea for dying. At that point, it would be very easy to bring something like that up, but he doesn't. I have every single audio file including deleted ones. I've posted every Abigail conversation including deleted ones. There is not a SINGLE thing indicating they actually had a relationship or even romantic interest. As for as the old days go. Abigail overall is NOT happy talking about it. She will occasionally say something neutral or something along the lines of "Yep." but I have audio of her saying "I don't want to talk about the old days." It's also not in Abigail's character to get into such a thing. She would know more than anyone that getting tangled up in a mess like that would be a bad idea. She worked in brothels, she would have seen romantic love triangles and other drama. I don't think she ever loved Arthur or thought of him as anything more than a friend. At all. If Arthur fell for her, then that's possible. It's possible that he hoped he could have something like a family and do the right thing that John couldn't. However, I think that is very unlikely because he was ALWAYS hung up on Mary. I don't know when he quit seeing her because there are characters that know her that technically shouldn't. But any relationship is just out of the question to me. I hate that they left those hints in because it all turns sexist to Abigail and the idea of her "trapping" people which the fandom loves to use as an excuse to hate her. TLDR: We have nothing more than a flimsy rumor that is rarely even talked about as "proof" of their involvement. There is nothing in the audio files including the deleted ones I have that indicate this either. Arthur is hung up on Mary, Abigail is hung up on John. The journal entry was about making Abigail a proper woman and Jack not a bastard. Low Honor Arthur has most of the answers.

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr 2 #van der linde gang #john marston #red dead redemption #abigail marston #abigail roberts

[just-somedude]

hey! I apologise in advance for grammar mistakes, English isn’t my native language. I have fitness related questions. I want to lose fat but I don’t really want to gain any muscles, should I consider only cardio workouts? Also I found quite contradictory information about visiting sauna after workout, what is your opinion on this? thank you so much<3

Your English is quite good! You can do cardio only, but it will take a long time to lose fat with that method as the only energy that's burned doing cardio, is done during the cardio. I'd suggest also slightly reducing your food intake, not counting anything, but decreasing serving sizes ever so slightly. Over time you'll notice a change in your body by doing so.

To add on, I highly recommend group classes that push you decently hard if you want to burn more fat, things like spin class, pilates, dance, HIIT, or anything else that gets you up and moving. They're a great way to get out and socialize a bit, while also doing a fun, interactive style of movement that burns fat without you even realizing.

Good luck to you!

#asks #fitness stuff

[popponn]

hehe popon !!! i'm like trying my best to keep my eyes open bc i am v tired 😞 so i am apologising in advance if there are any grammatical mistakes in this chunk of text 🤞🏻😸 but hi lovely:

WISHING U A HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POPON !!!! i not sure whether it's like ur birth date where u live yet, but it is for me, so i hope this mssg is on time ! but happy birthday to one of the cutest, cleverest and sweetest yoichi kissers in the world 🫶🏻😽 isagi loves u sm and giggles and kicks his legs when u post him on ur blog (real. bro told me and i was "damn yoichi 🤨")

on my friends' birthdays, i usually write a letter and give them my thanks for a number of things. and i think the number one thing i wanna say "thank u" to u for is definitely our interactions <3 u have always been friendly to everyone who interacts w u, including me, and i reckon i'm rly lucky to met u this year !!! u're a kind soul w a lot of love to give, and i think that's why we all love u sm !!! and i'm super thankful for all the times u've visited my inbox/mssges 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it makes me happy hehe

i must also mention that i am so thankful that i was able to find "coincidences and flickers" one fateful day,, like that series has the potential to forever change me as a person and even make me become a temporary isagi kisser (never forgetting who i am 😤) <33 it was that series that helped me find ur blog and realise the insane amount of talent u have for writing !! my favourite writers on this platform often changes (sometimes it's a, or sometimes it's b), but i think u have a fixed position up there <3 i truly adore u and the way u write, so thank u for all the works u post 🫂 it's such an honour to be mutuals w a v skilled writer

i also wanna thank u for all the reblogs u make on everyone's works <3 when u reblog my fics w a bunch of tags, it truly makes me feel like that the effort i have put in didn't go to waste bc there was someone who appreciated what i wrote. also like,, the quality of my writing often fluctuates (😞💔), but u reblog them anyways, and i will ALWAYS thank u for that !! i love uuu (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ🫂💞

oh, and, thank u for constantly feeding my reo delusions 😸😸 not sure if i'd love him the same without u telling me that reo loves me too lol 😽🧎🏻‍♀️

i do hope that everything will treat u nicely today !!! and every other day bc u deserve it <33 eat cake, laugh w friends and mb be silly for a little while—u're not a grandma yet, so have fun being in ur twenties, popon !!!!

love u always 🫶🏻☹️

(i hope u like words bc this was a bit of a read lmao)

SAKI IM SOBBINGGG???????? WHATT????? D: JESUS I WILL BE WORDY TOO!! HOW DARE U MAKE ME ALL SOFTTTT thank u so much for typing all this despite being very tired omg ;;;; im gonna bawl mom im so glad i meet saki the sweetest adgudk (also...my grammar is also a mess i hope this shall be forgiven as i am sincere ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡))

it already is!! :">> thank u for remembering it bae :""" and omg yoichi did all that? i get even more in love :(( pls tell yoichi i also kick and giggle when he breathes :(( AND HEY YOU ARE OVERPRAISING ME WHAT IF MY HEAD GET BIG [ahjussi voice]

saki :(((( im also very thankful i get to meet you this year ue ue ue ;;; i never thought i will ever talk to you (or anyone here at all tbh sksk) like i was very shy and hesitate a lot, but then you are there?? being so sweet friendly and welcoming ;;; like you are one of the reasons i'm here and i mean it??? like you are one of the person who gave me courage to be more friendly here too hehe <3 im so glad i meet someone as kind you saki <3

im gonna start blushing and bawling fr now. IM SO GLAD I MAKE THAT SERIESS ;;;;; (CHAPTER WILL COME SOON TRUST!!) hdfkdj idk what to say here before sounding like a madman so uh ;;;; pls know that i was so happy too when u commented and reblogged so positively ;;;;;;; ghjk saki your praises i think i read them over and over girly u r too sweet for me sometimes ;;;;;; ♡( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

okay channeling my coolness energy a bit, saki 🫵i like your writing GENUINELY!!! okay! so im glad you like the madman ramblings in the tags :>> and come on buddy fic writer to fic writer, it would be impossible to like everything we write SKSKSK remember that one time i immediately lose it after posting that rin studying fic. sigh. stupid ass me. BUT YOU AND EVERYONE WERE THERE AND IT SERVED ITS PURPOSE HOHOHO SO I TOO FEEL IT WASNT A WASTE HEHEHEHE

and i will keep feeding ur delusion get ready (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ also quick mention real quick your cats are cool sunglasses or not

THANK YOU FOR THE WISHES SAKIII!!! omg :((( thank you so much for?? writing all these gosh uhuhuu i will reread this over and over again a lot of times today hehe (no matter how busy and hard it is to open tumblr today!!!) this make my day so much ;;;;;; uhuhuhu and aw <3 i will!!! i wanna make a grandma joke again but for today i will spare saki uwu

i love you always too!!!! 🫶🏻😤

#reading the moment i wake up adgdhkr mom im gonna cry #saki do u know how precious and dear u r to me already? which is funny because how short do we know each other i hope u wont mind #but ily really ;;;; im really awkward shy and bad with these so ;;;;uuhuhu i will just keep it expressing it thru my reo x saki fuels muah #bby ilyyy uhuhu thank uuuu #babblings

[dreamypjm]

"Inspire me, baby" — Min Yoongi | One Shot

— all rights on this text reserved by dreamypjm.

Pairing — Yoongi x F! Reader

Genre — Idol AU, Producer/Rapper Yoongi, Smut, Fluff, Pwp (with a little plot but not really), sub reader & dom Yoongi, a little humour, adoring, intense loving, some aftercare

Age rating — 18+

Word Count — 5.1k

Summary: Casually (or not so casually..) checking on your producer boyfriend, who's been working all day, escalates a little after he told you about his current lack of inspiration.

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (kinda imposed but with indirect consents as it's been badly craved for a while), domintating, obey & follow the instructions, a little overstimulation, controlling the climax, teasing, making fun of you but in a humoured loving way, kinda blackmailing but with loving intensions

Another Disclaimer: Since english isn't my first language, it's possible it contains grammar and any other kind of mistakes. I apologise in advance!

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You're standing infront Yoongi's studio with your phone in one of your hands and stare at the locked door. He once told you the code but also said you shouldn't disturb him producing new tapes and only use it in case of "emergencies".

Well, this is an emergency you think to yourself and tap the code into the door lock. You hear a quick clack, slowly open the door to the studio and peek through the door gap before stepping inside. It's silent and you wonder what Yoongi would be doing right now. Finally, you slide the door wide enough open to step inside the room.

Y/N: "Babe, you haven't left the studio in hours"

You softly close the door behind yourself and walk across the room towards Yoongi's desk before you realize he's not here. You sit down on his super comfortable chair and put your phone on the desk. You start to lean back and forth in his chair a few times, impatiently waiting for him to get back here.

Y/N: "He must be in the bathroom" you mumble to yourself and rotate the chair in circles a few times until you stop and stare at the computer screen. You don't know a lot about those things but to you it seems like Yoongi barely got anything done today.

You take a closer look at the screen trying to figure out what he's been working on.

YG: "What are you doing there?"

You turn around to see Yoongi right infront of you, freshly out of the shower with his lower body wrapped in a towel.

"Oh", you say in a suprised tone as your eyes wander up his body, over his lightly defined abs towards his face. His hair is dripping a little on his shoulder.

 "I didn't know you had a shower down here", you say amused.

YG: "Babe"

He walks towards you and when he reached you, slides his hands over your cheek. He grabs your chin, tilts your head a little up and leans down to place a tender kiss on your lips.

YG: "Get off that chair", he laughs and you obey. He lets himself fall into it with a sigh.

Standing beside him, you softly run your fingers through his wet hair.

Y/N: "What's wrong?"

YG: "I don't know"

He looks at you and his expression quickly changes from exhausted to a slight smirk.

 

YG: "Didn't I tell you to only come down my studio in case of emergencies?"

Y/N: "Well yeah.."

You blush a little and avoid his gaze.

Y/N: "I though it kind of is an emergency..", you scratch your neck.

Y/N: "And also, I've been feeling a little lonely up there since you haven't left your studio in hours"

YG: "Mhm.."

He squinches his eyes and watches you carefully.

"I might need a little inspiration..", he says in a deep, low voice while still looking at you as if you were a criminal.

YG: "Look at this"

He points at the screen of his computer. You step infront of him and take another look at the screen.

Y/N: "So? I can't see anything"

YG: "Exactly"

He suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you backwards onto his lap. He warps his left arm around your waiste and gently places his chin on your shoulder.

YG: "I kinda have a block today. I took a quick shower to clear my mind but it didn't really help"

He sighs while his right hand on the computer mouse clicks through some apps.

Y/N: "Can I help you somehow?"

You place your hand on top if his, slide your fingers between his and then take it off the mouse. At the same time you lean your head back onto his shoulder. Yoongi turns his head a little and you feel his warm breath on your neck.

"Yeah..", he whispers and kisses your neck. His soft lips on your skin cause goosebumps over your whole body.  Right from the beginning, he didn't seem to be mad about you entering his studio without an emergency. On the contrary, he seems to be glad you're here.

"Turn around..", he whispers.

You obey, get off his lap just to turn around and sit back down on the towel on his lap. He then grabs your head and starts kissing you passionately. You run your hand over the naked skin of his upper body. After a little while of making out, you break the kiss, lick your lips and look at him a little insecure.

Y/N: "Does anyone else know the code to your studio?"

Yoongi smirks.

YG: "Are you scared of getting caught and being accused distracting me from work?"

Y/N: "Mhm.. I just wanna make sure the two of us won't get disturbed while you're finding new inspiration.."

YG: "Don't worry"

He pulls you back in and kisses you again. His kisses now slowly wander sideways down your face to your neck. He presses his lips against your skin.

"You're the only one", he mumbles and continues kissing your neck.

A relieved smile forms on your lips while you kiss him back. Yoongi wraps his arms around your body and slides his hand under the shirt on your back to open your bra a second later. You quickly slip your arms out of the straps and let the bra fall out of your shirt, down to to the floor. Yoongi looks down. "Interesting.." he says in a flirty tone as he sees your red lace bra lying on the dark floor tiles.

YG: "You planned this, didn't you?"

You smirk and slowly slide your hand down his body, over the naked skin.

Y/N: "The text you've send me earlier gave me a strong feeling you needed this today"

Yoongi quickly looks away and laughs.

"What do you mean?", he asks innocently.

You raise your eyebrows, grab his chin with your free hand and turn his head towards you. A little while ago before you got down here, Yoongi had sent you a text message saying that work.. or something else.. is extra hard today.

"IT.. is extra hard today.." you imitate Yoongi's text in a sarcastic tone.

"I've been talking about work", he tries to suppress a mischievous smile.

"Sure", you say and get off his lap.

"Babe?", he looks at you confused with raised eyebrows as you stand infront of him.

YG: "Wait, I didn't mean -"

He abruptly stops as you open your jeans and slip out of them without a warning.

Y/N: "Alright"

You look at Yoongi who's staring at you suprised with his mouth slightly open. Just a few seconds later, his facial expression radically changes to a playful smile and his gaze wanders down your shirt to your red panties that are matching your bra that's laying on the floor.

YG: "Damn, babe"

He leans forward, grabs your butt with his veiny hands and pulls you back onto his lap. His hands slide into your shirt and wander up your stomach to your chest. He strokes over both your nipples before he softly grabs your boobs and starts kneading them. A slight moan escapes your mouth as you enjoy his touch. He suddenly grabs the hem of your shirt and you immediately lift your hands so that he can pull it over your head and arms. He aggressively throws it into the room and burries his face into your breasts.

"I love them so much..", he whispers against your chest. One of your hands grabs his neck while the other one leans on the chair armrest and you slowly start grinding your hips on his lap. Yoongi lets a low moan out, breathing against your skin.

YG: "Keep going"

He takes his face off your body and looks deep into your eyes as you start grinding a little harder on his body. Feeling his thing getting hard and pressing against your panties through the towel, you start placing kisses on all over Yoongi's neck.

"You know exactly what I like", he exhales contently.

YG: "And I know what you like"

His hands let go off your boobs and slide into your panties, one in the back and the other one in the front. He grabs your butt while the fingers of his other hand glide into your cleft and he starts rubbing your clit with his index- and middle finger. They intensively go in circles, again and again until you start breathing faster, let go of his neck and lean your hand against the chair's back. You softly bite Yoongi's shoulder as his fingers starts moving faster and you let out a few louder moans.

YG: "Yeah, moan for me.."

His hard thing under the towel starts twitching a little. Yoongi pulls his hands out of your slip, grabs your waiste and lifts your body up.

YG: "Take those panties off"

You do like he says, strip them down and quickly slip out. Before he lets you down on his lap again, you pull the towel off his body and look down at his errection that literally leaps out at you as soon as it had the chance to. Yoongi searches for your gaze and as soon as you look back at him, he smirks and gently lets you down on his hard thing. You moan out loudly as he penetrates deep inside you and seems to feel extra pleasuring today. For a little moment, you hold in and take a deep breath as a thought crosses your mind.

Y/N: "Babe.. the condom -"

YG: "It's alright, isn't it a safe day today?"

Yoongi seems to know exactly about your cycle. Of course he does, he's always keeping track of that incase of something going wrong, such as a torn condom and stuff. It's not like he strictly doesn't wanna start a family with you someday but it's just not yet the right timing since his work doesn't allow it yet.

Y/N: "You're right but.."

To be honest, you and Yoongi never had unprotected sex before even tho the both of you have been craving it for a long time. But Yoongi always insisted wearing a condom since you're not on birth control pills. In fact, you totally understand that. And besides the fact that he would never make you take any hormone changing pills, you would never force him going all unprotected. The more suprised you are now, that he suddenly goes for it without any warning. But well, you wouldn't complain.

"It's okay, let me feel you.." he whispers. You slightly nod and let yourself sink more down on his lap, letting out a savoring moan as it pushes him deeper inside of you.

YG: "Oh fuck"

He sharply breaths in and throws his head back against the chair.

YG: "It feels so much better like this.."

Your body gently starts moving on him as you grind your hips back and forth. Yoongi looks up at you, smiles in errection and straightens his position up. He then pulls you closer to his body and looks deep into your eyes while you keep riding him softly.

"It feels even better than I thought", he groans before he starts thrusting his hard thing into you. Both your breaths start getting faster and the both of you moan out in passion. You lean in an start kissing him roughly while he increases the pace of his hips. Pounding even deeper and faster into you with every minute that passes, you lean yourself back into his arms and your boobs bounce up and down right at his face.

"Just like that..", he says under strained breathing. The chair under your bodies starts squeaking through the extreme pressure of bouncing up and down.

YG: "The studio luckily is super soundproof"

The both of you laugh a little in heavy breathing. You lean forward to Yoongi and starts sucking the skin on his neck.

"Mark me like I'm yours.." he moans and so do you. You leave a few dark hickeys on his skin what turns him even more on. The longer you keep riding him like that, the louder the squeak of the chair gets. Yoongi suddenly slows the pace down, grabs your waist and lifts you off his lap onto the desk behind you. He strokes his hard cock up and down your labia to tease you while you bite your lip and wait for him to slide it back into you. He keeps doing that until you get impatient.

"Stop teasing me", you sigh.

Yoongi smirks but you grab his buttcheeks and pull him closer.

Y/N: "Give me all your hard work until I spill the inspiration.."

Yoongi widens his eyes astonished before he suddenly pushes his fingers into you. You moan out suprised since you didn't notice his hand down there until now.

"I can feel how bad you want me", he says as he moves his fingers in your wet pussy. He pulls them out and quickly pushes them right back into you, again and again, faster and faster, until you almsot can't hold it anymore.

"Yoongi- ", you moan his name and burry your head against his chest.

Y/N: "Slow down, slow down - "

Out of breath, you lean back onto the desk as he finally pulls his fingers out of you.

Without either one of you noticing, your elbow accidentally got on the keypad of his computer on pushes some of it's keys.

YG: "We're not done, baby"

He spreads your legs and steps between them. Then he reaches for a button under his desk and pushes it what makes the desk start to slowly go down.

YG: "It's really nice to have an automatically adjustable desk.. You can get up while working, move the desk up and continue doing ,whatever, while standing for a bit. That's good for your back."

The desk keeps going down while you look a bit surprised at Yoongi who's fully focused on that. Astonished about Yoongi who's even while making love still the technique nerd he always was, when it's about studio equipment, you giggle a little.

You love that about him.

YG: "In our case.. however, let's continue to lower it..."

While you patiently wait for him to find the right position, you adore his body that's slowly being revealed infront of your eyes by the desk, the more it goes down. It's like a presentation of a product and you're waiting for his "product" to be finally shown.

He lets it down a little lower until you're in the perfect position right infront of him to simply slide his lenght, that's now reaching over the edge, into you. He moves closer to you, presses his body against yours and starts kissing you passionately.

You softly grab his hard thing that's pressing against your lower belly and stroke it up and down a few times before you gently push it down and rub it against your clit. Yoongi moans while you're still kissing. His breath heavily blows out of his nose as you keep rubbing it down there and pleasure yourself with it. He takes his lips off yours, quickly slides the keyboard behind you aside and pushes you down on his desk. You grab the edge of the table with both hands and hold on tight, ready to have Yoongi thrust his cock deep into you. He leans onto the desk with his left arm while the other hand goes down on you, grabs his cock and a moment later pushes it into you while letting out a highly agitated moan.

"Oh my gosh, baby", he leans down to you and whispers into your ear.

YG: "You're so wet and I love to feel it"

Before you're able to say anything, he starts moving and thrusts deeper into you what makes you moan out in passion. His hip is getting faster with every breath, roughly moving back and forth. You start moaning louder and so does he, until you press your lips together and hold yourself a little back.

YG: "Don't"

Yoongi groans into your ear.

"Don't hold it back, baby.. moan as loud as you can. This studio is safe", he whispers in a shaky voice of excitement. His hands slide down your naked skin to your thighs and pull them up. You give into to it and wrap your legs around his body.

As he keeps roughly pounding into you, a strand of his dark brown hair falls into his face and tickles your nose. It's still wet and starts dripping on your face. You take one hand off the table and stroke his hair back when suddenly your body slides to the back, due to Yoongi's power.

YG: "Hey, where do you think you're going?"

He laughs, grabs your hips and pulls you back forward right on the edge of the table, which makes it possible for him to go deeper on you again. He straightens himself up, puts his hands on your waiste and holds tightly onto it as he starts taking out even further with his hip to thrust into you even harder. Everytime he pushes into you, he also pulls you towards his body with his grip on your waiste so that he hits just the perfect spot inside of you. Your body arches itself up in errection and you moan out really loud. Yoongi starts sweating like hell while he keeps going like that. The sweat runs down his face and body before he suddenly slows down and pulls you up to sit. He lays his arms on your shoulders and breaths heavily as he smiles at you.

YG: "Damn, I'm getting so close already"

He laughs and let's his head down on your shoulder aswell. He holds in like that, not moving for like a minute, just breathing deeply to calm his body a little down.

"Me too", you giggle and breath as if you've been running a marathon. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder and lifts his head.

YG: "I'll be able to create a masterpiece after we're done"

You both laugh and he gently starts moving his hips again. He keeps the pace down for now and kisses you in such a passionate way, that you feel like levitating until his tongue starts getting involved the kisses. You let out a low sigh in memory of what his tongue was able to do to you whenever he went down on you. Well, dating a rapper had it's benefits.

YG: "What are you thinking about?"

He stopped moving as he notices your thoughts drifting away since you unconsciously stopped kissing him back. You feel caught, turn away to avoid his glance and blush slightly. Yoongi squinches his eyes and smirks as he saw you blushing over his questions.

YG: "Babe"

He grabs your chin and turns your face back to him. You look at him sheepishly.

YG: "I think I know what it is"

He provokingly licks his lips while you're eyes carefully follow his tongue.

"You're tongue..", you mumble a little embarrassed.

YG: "Oh you mean.."

He smirks and disappears out of your sight as he starts licking your neck. He runs his tongue over your skin, downwards your body. You take a deep, sharp breath when his tongue reached your belly. Out of sudden, he stops, pulls you close to his body and lifts you up. Out of reflex, you immediately wrap your legs around his waiste.

"What're you doing?" you ask a little confused. He doesn't respond but suddenly walks across the room with you in his arms. He steps towards the black leather sofa that's standing on the other side of the studio and gently lays you down on it.

His hands clenched into fists, he props himself up on the leather as he leans over you.

"Giving you what you crave so badly", Yoongi whispers and disappears above you. The next thing you feel is his tongue on your belly slowly sliding down until it gets between your legs.

Y/N: "Yoongi.. "

You put your hand on his head, run your fingers through his still a little wet hair and let out a sigh of enjoyment as he starts licking you down there. He starts off gently and slow, sucks a little here and there and licks gently over your clit. You let a few deep breaths out of your nose, trying not to freak out yet while he didn't even start to put much effort into it. You try your best to hold back but you just can't resist it since he's so good with his tongue. You start moaning but a little self-conscious.

He chuckles amused, seeing you try so hard not to give in and continues going soft and slow to tease you a bit longer.

"You're so mean..", you groan, look down on him and pull his hair to make him look up to you. When he returns your gaze, he laughs and nods slightly before he continues what he started. He grabs your thighs, spreads them a little more and starts going faster.

Yoongi could move his tongue faster than anyone else you've ever known. And if he wanted to, he could take you to heaven just by using his tongue technology.

He finally understood the assignment and kept going faster and faster while your body arches itself up and down. He tightly holds on to your thighs as you're body is starting to get out of control.

"Wait-", you moan heavily but Yoongi keeps going.

Y/N: "BABE - "

Right before you were about to literally explode, he emerges his face out of your legs, quickly slides his body onto yours and pushes his still hard thing into you again. It seems like hearing and seeing you like this turned him on even more.

A loud, lustful moan escapes him as he shoves it deeper into you. He let's his whole body sink onto yours and gets so close to your face, that his lips softly touch yours. He then slides his arms under your arms along your back, places his hands directly under head and grabs it, so that he's completely holding you now.

His body tightly pressed on yours, he starts grinding his hips onto you, back and forth, thrusting faster but softer into you than he did before. You wrap your arms all around his body and grab his head aswell. Holding on to eachother so close with your lips and noses touching, you look intense into his brown cateye shaped orbs that are deeply craving and adoring you.

As he keeps thrusting into you with such a passion, you close your eyes for a moment and groan.

"Please don't stop looking at me", Yoongi whispers in heavy moaning. You immediately obey and open your eyes just to see him smile relieved and still look into your eyes with such a deep glance.

YG: "..even if you feel like floating away.. keep looking at me, please. Don't take your gaze of me. I wanna see it in your eyes when I take you there"

He pulls one of his arms out under your body and the next thing you feel is that he intensively starts rubbing your clit while bouncing his lenght into your cunt faster and faster. His fingers down there match their pace perfectly to his hips. Your moans start getting louder and more ragged with ever thrust until you can't hold it anymore and your body starts shaking underneath him. You do your best not to let your eyes fall back but to keep looking him in the eye as the tension in your body increases. The sound of him slipping in and out of you gets more slippery the wetter and closer you get.

"Inspire me, baby", Yoongi moans in a highly agitated tone as he increases his pace until he can't go faster.

When you finally give into it, your eyeballs slightly roll back and you loudly moan his name as you cum on his thickness. He keeps thrusting deep into you and his lenght starts wildy twitching inside of you.

"Fuck", he groans and watches you closely arching your back up the couch, moaning in such huge pleasure that the combination of you moaning so contentedly and cumming all over his cock, almost leads himself to a climax. Yoongi tries to hold everything inside while his breath becomes extremly ragged. He doesn't slow down at all what makes you immediatly build up tension again right after you just had one of the best orgasm you've ever felt. You start to purposely squeez your cunt to tease Yoongi and get him close to cumming inside of you.

"Fuck, baby", he moans so loud it almost sounds like a beg to stop.

"I want you to cum so hard like you never did before", you whisper into his ear with a low moan.

"I want you to cum right inside of me and fill me up", you go on in a ragged moaning voice.

"Oh damn, baby" he moans in a tone like he couldn't believe your words.

YG: "Are you sure?"

You nod and continue teasing him by squeezing your pussy more and less around his cock. "You feel so fucking good" he moans at you out of breath.

Yoongi keeps slipping his thing in and out so intense, that you feel like your next climax had to be right there any moment.

"Fuck babe, I'm so close again" you say as you scrape your fingers down his back and grip his butt while Yoongi heavily moans his soul out in a deep agitated tone.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Yoongi", you yell as he keeps hitting just the perfect spot inside of you. He seems to be way too close aswell to respond. Both of your moans get escalating loud and ragged as you still look at each other. Yoongi never took his glance off your eyes at any time since he's been laying on top of you. He desperately sighs your name as he couldn't hold it back anymore and finally cums right inside of you, in the highest pleasure he's ever felt. You pop off aswell as you feel him filling you up and the two of you cum together full of passion. Going through another intense orgasm under Yoongi's gaze, your legs shake so hard that he grips your thighs and holds on to them to calm them down. Trying to calm your pulse after two so fucking good highs, you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. "Wow", Yoongi sighs extremly satisfied and burries his face into your shoulder.

You turn your head aside and stare into the studio while you're trying to process everything that just happened. But Yoongi still hasn't fully stopped moving inside of you what suddenly causes a few aftershocks intensly rolling through you.

"Oh damn", you jerky moan into the room as your body arches off the couch in torture and pleasure at the same time.

Yoongi laughs mischievously and pushes his cock a few more times deep into your soaked pussy before he lifts his hip and gently pulls it out.

He lets himself sink back onto your body and places his head next to yours on your shoulder. Still totally out of breath, you wrap your arms tight around Yoongi's body, who's nestled all up on you. You suddenly start to giggle as you remember you kind of distracted him from work.

Y/N: "Shouldn't you use the inspiration I just gave you to produce something?"

YG: "Hold me just a little longer, please" he mumbles and closes his eyes.

You chuckle. The next few minutes go by without either one of you saying a word until you raise your voice again.

"Did you really just fuck me like that?" you laugh in disbelief as you realize this had to be the best sex you've ever had.

Leaning his arms on the leather, he pushes himself up and looks down on you.

"I did", he smirks and jumps off the sofa.

He grabs a pack of tissues and your clothes and softly throws it at you with a satisfied chuckle before walks out of your sight into the bathroom to also slip back into his clothes.

You grab a tissue, carefully wipe off his cum that's dripping out of you down there and put your clothes on. You then lay back down on the couch, totally exhausted. Yoongi steps back into the room, fully clothed and lets out an amused laughter when he sees you laying there as if you've been going through the hardest sport exercises someone could ever make up. He then takes a pillow and a light blanket out of a closet and walks back to you.

He gently lifts your head, puts the pillow under it and then spreads the blanket over you to cover you up. Before he turns around, he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Is it okay if I stay here a little longer?", you yawn.

YG: "Stay as long as you want, babe. Take a rest" he smiles and takes a seat at his desk. He puts on some of his super stylish headphones and gets back to work. You peacefully close your eyes and snuggle up into the blanket.

A little while into listening to the sound of mouse clicks and keyboard tapping, you're about to fall asleep when Yoongi suddenly bursts out in laughter.

YG: "What the hell?"

You squint your eyes in confusion and also a little annoyed since you almost fell asleep.

"BABE", he yells in a weird laughter. You refuse to open your eyes but respond with a low "mhm?"

YG: "I guess I have my next hit here..".

He can't stop laughing, plugs his headphones off the computer and starts playing an audio through the studio speakers. A few seconds later, you suddenly tear your eyes open and hardly believe your ears as you recognise the sound of it.

"OH MY GOSH, DELETE THAT" you scream embarrassed as you blush until your face looks like a ripe tomato.

"You could've told me that you wanted to record such kind of tape", he smirks.

It seems like you accidentally pushed the recording button on the keypad while Yoongi and you we're wildly humping on his desk.

"I would've changed something in the setup first", he continues teasing you, "but it still has a very clear sound, no chance I'll just throw this away", he turns around and mischievously grins at you.

You pull the blanket all over your head in embarrassment as the sound of both your loud moans keep blowing through the speakers.

YG: "I'll keep this masterpiece until we created an even better one, hah.."

The next thing you hear is his dirty lustful laugh and a few mouse clicks.

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Author's note:

Hope you liked it! If you did, please leave a like, follow & reblog to help me reach more potential readers! ♡

Feel free to also leave any thoughts on it in the comments! I'd love to receive some feedback since this was only the second time I ever wrote smut but I kinda start to like writing those things and will probably do more soon!

Thank you for reading!!

- Ami Xx

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