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satorusugurugurl · 1 month

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My Wedding Date is an Escort!

Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojo’s heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.

Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warning: Mentions of depression, anxiety, language

A/N: And so part one is complete!! Please let me know what you think! I plan on posting a new part every Saturday! In the mean time I will work on my brain worm fics/requests!!

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Gold calligraphy mocked you as you stared at the wedding invitation on your table. Any normal person would have been elated over their best friend getting married. The dresses, cake, looking at venues! It should have been a happy, wonderful time.

And it would have been amazing if your best friend had met her fiance through anyone other than Toji Zenin. Your ex-fiance, the man who broke your heart, who was also the groomsman at the wedding! The same wedding you were a bridesmaid in.

Life fucking hated you.

Your break up was a year and a half ago. It was tucking painful, watching the life and future you had imagined slip away. You were inconsolable for the first few months, but any other person would feel the same if their fiance broke up with them the way Toji had done to you. Part of you liked to think you were getting better; you knew you weren't healed completely.

The closer the wedding came, the more nervous and sick you got. In a month, you would have to face Toji for the first time in over a year. He was doing much better off than you. He got married! He was now Toji Fushiguro and he and his wife had a son!

Fate was a cruel bitch. He was living his dreams: a house, a pretty wife, a sweet, beautiful son. Toji got everything he wanted while you sunk into the darkness of despair. Toji had ruined you, marked you in ways you weren't sure you'd ever heal from. You never wanted to be hurt like that again. That's why you were single.

Single and traumatized. Perfect intro on your dating profile. So yeah, dating wasn't your thing right now.

Which puts you in a messy fucking predicament. You would be at a wedding with your Ex, who was living the life you had always wanted. Why was he given happily ever after while you were left to pick up the pieces of your broken heart? You could already see the pitiful expressions that your loved ones would be wearing, and that made your skin crawl with anxiety.

You could not show up to the wedding alone.

Which is why you were sitting in your kitchen, drowning in anxiety. You stared at your laptop, bouncing your leg nervously as you scrolled on Escorts4y0u.com. Damn, Yu Haibara, for suggesting this to you. You were shopping for a fuckin’ escort!?

You shot his insane suggestion down as soon as he said it. You had begun ranting about how even more embarrassing it would be if your family found out. First, your fiance leaves you a month before your wedding. Then you go and pay for someone to pretend to be your boyfriend all because you couldn’t bear yourself to start dating again?

Amid your nervous rant, Haibara just put his hand on yours. He assured you that no one would know that they were an escort. If they were good at their job, all your family would see was a happy couple. They would be someone to go to the wedding with, and once you paid them, you would never see them again! No one would be the wiser.

“It's their job to make you feel good and help you have a good time. And you deserve to be happy.” Haibara had said with pity in his eyes. Just thinking about his face, that expression, made you cringe to think of the faces of everyone at the wedding.

“Fuck it.” You cursed, clicking on the escort you liked the most.

Gojo Satoru, twenty-eight years old. His profile listed that he was well-educated and came from a prestigious clan. He was charismatic, confident, and kind. You read dozens of reviews. His previous clients gushed over him. All five stars, every single person he’d helped was grateful for him. Plus, Gojo was very attractive. He had pure white hair, was over six feet tall, and had the most stunning blue eyes you'd ever seen. He was the ideal partner anyone would want to take home to meet the family.

Which would explain why he was the most expensive escort on the website.

“¥120,000 for a day!?” You screeched as you bounced your leg faster, doing the mental math in your head. “That’s ¥900,000.00 for a week.” The mere amount of money you were about to spend almost had you slamming your laptop shut. But Haibara’s face crossed your mind; Toji’s face began to form before you shook your head.

Hiring Gojo was your only option. You had to do this to avoid getting hurt again. Plus, you had to use the deposit from your honeymoon eventually. It would be like burying the past!

“Okay, okay, you got this; just book it Y/N!” Getting up, you jumped up and down to hype yourself up before you hit the green phone icon and dialed the number. The phone rang once and twice.

“This is Gojo!” A gruff but cheery voice answered.

You’re sure your soul left your body as you squealed in shock. He answered!? The man you were going not only to pay but also beg to pretend to be your boyfriend?!

“Hello?” A faint hint of humor and curiosity laced the voice in your ear.

You groaned, rubbing your hand down your face with a whine. “S-Sorry, I was expecting a receptionist for something.” You put the phone on speaker before hitting your head against your table.

“Oh! My bad, sorry!” His chuckle was a deep noise through the receiver. “We put our business numbers on the site. It’s just easier for us to schedule our clients like this.” He hummed. “I assume you’re on the escort website?”

“Yes, I—I was wondering if you might be free next month for a wedding? It’s my best friend.”

“Give me a sec.” Shuffling papers filled your anxiety. “A month from today?”

“Yes.”

Gojo hummed happily, “I am free that whole week! So will it be the wedding and reception?” A pen could be heard writing down notes.

”So it’s uhm, it’s a destination wedding. It’s in Kyoto, and I need you for the whole week. If that’s not an issue or problem.”

”Okay, that shouldn’t be an issue. It’s far enough out that I can block my schedule.” He whistled happily, jotting down more notes. “So the whole week, wedding, reception—“

For some odd reason, it sounded like he was hesitating or weighing his options, questioning if he wanted to even take you on as a client. The growing fear of rejection spreads like wildfire through your stomach. You never used to feel like this; you were so happy and confident before. But after everything Toji did, what he said to you after you had—well, it left some really deep scars that still hadn’t healed. When your mind picked at those still healing wounds, making them bleed, you acted before thinking.

”I have the money!” Gripping the table's edge, you stared at Gojo’s headshot on the website. “Please, I need this!”

“Hey, hey! I’m not worried about the money, sweetheart.” His voice was thick like honey; the pet name sounded so sweet. “I’m just making sure I got everything down.” On the other line, Gojo looked down at his calendar. There was something in your voice, desperation, that was genuine.

He’d had tons of clients, and many of them needed help. But in his two years of working in this field, he had never heard such a raw plea for help. Gojo’s interest peaked. Just who were you? What made you so anxious and desperate for his help?

”Let me confirm the details so I can put you in my books, Ms.?” He waited for your name, hearing you sigh in relief as you calmed yourself down

”Y/N, my name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

”Y/N,” Gojo repeated, “Okay, I have you down for next month, the whole week, for a destination wedding in Kyoto.”

You were sighing happily as you relaxed into your chair. “Thank you. It’s 900,000.00. For the whole week?” Gojo cocked an eyebrow, grinning at your straightforward attitude.

”Depends, will food and hotel be included?”

“Yes, we’ll be staying at my parents' inn; they offered to host my friend's wedding. So food, money, and accommodations will be included. Plus, I’ll take care of your travel expenses.”

Gojo turned in his desk chair, biting his lip as he listened to your stern voice. “Okay, so it’s going to be ¥600,000. A lot of the cost goes to food and hotels. Since you’re taking care of it, you get a lovely discount, sweetheart.” A scoff sounded from his phone, making him smile even wider.

”Great, lucky me.”

Gojo bit his lip, chuckling. “Did you want any other additions?”

“If you’re asking if I want to include your other services, no. I don’t need sex.”

“Don’t need sex?” He perked up as Suguru, his roommate, peeked in, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Seriously?”

You gave the phone a confused look as if you were looking at Gojo yourself. “Yes, I’m dead serious.” The line went utterly silent before rich, stunned laughter filled your kitchen.

”Well shit, that’s a first!”

”Glad I could keep you on your toes, Gojo.”

”Nope.”

You blinked. “No, what?” Gojo snickered as you picked up your phone heading into your room.

”I’m going to be your boyfriend. You have a month, one month, to get used to saying my first name.” The seriousness of his tone made you stop in your tracks. “So it’s Satoru to you, Y/N.”

With a blush dusting your cheeks, you giggled, shaking your head. “Alright, that makes sense. Thank you, Satoru.”

”You’re welcome, Y/N. I’ll see you in a month.”

In one month, you were ¥600,000 poorer, and your nerves were shot as you searched for your fake boyfriend at the train station coffee shop. In the last month, you had spoken to Goj—Satoru twice over the. Once to book his services and yesterday to discuss where you were meeting. His company took care of everything else.

It was still surreal that you hired an escort to be your date, and you were waiting for a stranger at a coffee shop. This wasn't like you; it was so unbelievable. You sipped your coffee, looking around anxiously.

It was like a Greek God walked in. He was tall, like his profile said, over six-three. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes as his white fluffy hair bounced with every step. Straightening, you hesitated before lifting your hand and waving at your fake boyfriend. Seeing your arm raised, Gojo grinned, bounding forward as he pulled his sunglasses off.

“Hi! Are you Y/N?” You stood, swallowing as he still towered over you. God, he was dressed nice, all designer brand clothes. Which wasn't surprising with the amount of money you dropped to spend a week with him.

“Yes, I'm Y/L/N Y/N.” You handed him a cup of coffee that he took before sitting at the table. “Thank you again for doing this.”

Gojo grabbed six sugar packets, ripped them open, and poured all of them into his coffee. “Oh, you're welcome! I love seeing people happy.” Your eyes followed his hands as he poured cream into the coffee. “So, what's our story? That way, we're on the same page.” You couldn't help but smile as he sipped the sugary coffee with a grin.

“You have a sweet tooth?” Gojo hummed, taking another drink. “Maybe I'll make you something at the inn; I'm a pastry chef.” Gojo’s eyes went wide as you ran your fingers over the lid of your cup. “That’s a good story, we met at the bakery I wor—”

“You're a pastry chef?!” Gojo’s eyes sparkled. “Seriously?! What shop?!”

“Uhm, I work at Ichigo Cafe? It's in downtown Tokyo.”

“I love that place! The mochi there is the best!” His words had your cheeks burning your cheeks. “The cakes, the ice cream! Hell, the coffee is good too.”

You twirl your thumbs together. “Thank you, as the head chef, that makes me happy.” Satoru sat back, smiling sweetly. “So I uhm, yeah, that's a good story.”

“Yeah, it does. How long have we been together?”

The two of you settled on five months. That way, it was still pretty new. The whole time, Satoru nodded and added to your cover story. Thank god he was easy to talk to, putting your nerves at ear by the time your coffee was finished. Together, you were optimistic that you and Satoru could get through this week without a hiccup.

You both settled in on the train, getting to know each other more like favorite colors, foods, likes, and dislikes. Satoru didn't drink, had a major sweet tooth, and did his escorting gig full-time. He lived with his roommate and best friend, Geto Suguru, and he had a lot of free time.

You told him everything about yourself: likes, dislikes, favorite color, hell, even your blood type. But as the conversation began to dwindle, Satoru tilted his head. Sure, all that stuff was good now for the coming week, but he wanted to know more. Like why you hired him and why you ‘don’t do sex.’ That question had plagued his mind for the last month.

“Can I ask why you hired me?” His question had your head snapping up. “I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but you've been tense since we got on the train. There's more to this than just wanting a date to a wedding.”

“Uhh, is that obvious? I'm sorry. It's just my ex-fiance is at the wedding party with me.” Satoru paid close attention to how your eyes darkened as you looked out the window. “Our breakup was a shock since it happened a month before our wedding. So, I have all these trust issues, and I don't want to date anyone. Because it's easier not to get hurt if you don't put yourself out there.”

“Why did he break up with you?”

“Why didn't he?” The tone of your voice and words had Satoru peeking up. Not in curiosity but surprisingly in anger. Satoru had seen a lot of women and men in his days as an escort. Many are desperate, lonely, and want to have a good time. But whoever had broken your heart had hurt. You in more ways than one. “There were a lot of things that he uhm—listed off.”

You quickly changed the subject, much too fast for Satoru’s liking. But he wasn’t the type to pry, especially when it came to the feelings and comfort of his clients. So he let you change the subject. And the rest of the train ride to Kyoto, even up to your family's inn, the subject stayed clear of your ex. It was bad enough you’d be seeing him soon; you would much rather not talk about him before you saw his face.

You stood in front of the door to your family's inn. Satoru grabbed your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours as you took a deep breath. “Hey, we got this.” God, you hoped Satoru was right; this had to go perfectly.

Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you stepped inside. The laughter and distant conversations echoed off the halls as wedding guests conversed and chatted while wandering around. You spotted your mother carrying a tray. She took one glance at you before looking away.

”Oh, Y/N darling, good you’re here. Whenever you get a chance, could you help me make some treats for afternoon tea? Everyone is instant with trying those matcha cookies you made last year.” After years of helping out, in the end, your body began to move on muscle memory, but Satoru stopped you, pulling you into his side with a grin.

“Hey, don’t just up and leave me. At least introduce me to your family first, sweetheart.” The bustling, noisy chatter around you stopped as your family and friends just seemed to notice the giant man standing beside you. His arm wrapped around your waist as he leaned down to kiss your temple. “My poor sweet girl is already in work mode. I thought this was supposed to be a vacation.”

”Right, of course, I’m sorry, Satoru. Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Gojo Satoru.”

”Eh!?”

Those sad, pitful reactions you had been so familiar with over the last year and a half were nowhere to be found on the faces of your loved ones. They were faces of shock, curiosity, and joy. A much better reaction, one that had you letting out a shaky breath you had no idea you were holding in. As you basked in relief, dark eyes watched the two of you, reading you.

The afternoon went off without a hitch. Satoru fit in with any conversation thrown his way. From what he did for a living to how the two of you met, he never stuttered or looked to you for help. He was exactly what you needed. With Gojo by your side, you knew you could get through this wedding without losing yourself in the darkness again.

You owed Haibara big time for this.

After the two of you answered several rounds of twenty questions and an early dinner, you and Satoru stepped into your room. You shut the door, sliding back against it as you shut your eyes. “Oh my gosh, that went much better than anticipated.” Satoru chuckled, setting both of your luggage off in the corner of the room.

“You did great.” His praise had you smiling more. “Seriously, this will be a walk in the park!”

You wanted to agree with him, but your mouth remained shut. That was just your family you met with. Things might be a different story when you face Toji. Because despite you not wanting him to, you knew he could read you like a book. He always could tell when you weren’t feeling the best or something was wrong. But maybe, if you keep playing your card right, you might be able to fool him, too.

”Yeah, a walk in the park.” You looked around the room, relieved to find the futon already laid out for you both. But it was missing the extra pillows you had asked for. The pillows that were going to be used to separate you and Satoru. “Huh, I thought my dad said the pillows would be here when we got to the room. I’ll be right back; the shower is just to the right if you want to wash up first.”

“Awesome, thanks a lot.”

As you reached for the door, the handle turned, startling you. Satoru moved so fast, his arms wrapping around you as the door opened wide. “Have you ever heard of knocking before? My girlfriend and I could have been doing something. If you saw that, I would have had to charge you for the show.” Satoru started as the door opened wide, revealing the person standing in front of it, four pillows in his arms.

”You seriously think I believe that?”

Your body went rigid as you stared into the dark eyes of the man who broke your heart. “T-Toji? What are you doing here?” You learned further back into Satoru’s chest, trying to put distance between the man that had stained your life.

“Bringing you your pillows.” He motioned his chin down at them to emphasize his words. “Look, we need to talk.”

Satoru could feel your breath quicken, your chest moving faster with each inhale you took. From your reaction, he could figure out just who exactly this asshole was. This dark-haired asshole who just barged into your room had to be the ex you didn’t want to talk about in any way, shape, or form. Looking at him, Satoru came to one conclusion without even knowing the guy. He was a fucking prick.

”Look, Toji, I’m exhausted. I don't want to talk right now.” You snatched the pillows away from him. “Satoru and I were going to get ready for bed. I require some TLC tonight.” You went to shut the door, but Toji placed his palm against it, preventing it from moving.

”Please, you and I both know this isn’t your boyfriend. I need to talk to you now. Tell your friend here he can fucking wait until our conversation is over.”

The tone and mere attitude of the prick in the door had Satoru seeing red. He released you, turning you to face him, glaring daggers at the man spewing toxic commands. “I’m not a friend.” Satoru spit out the last word. In a flash, his hand gripped your chin, turning you towards him. His other hand rested on the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss.

It was your first kiss in a year and a half, a kiss that was full of rage and passion like you had never experienced before. Satoru’s kiss was for show, but fuck, it had your knees buckling. You matched his pace, kissing him back urgently. His hands tangled in your hair while you fisted his shirt. You prayed that this mini-makeout session was enough to fool your ex. Satoru pulled away to glare at Toji. His chest rose and fell as he slowly licked his bottom lip with a smirk.

“My girlfriend and I were just getting ready to bed, if you caught the drift. If she wants to talk to you tomorrow, she’ll find you. Later.” Without another word, Satoru slammed the door in Toji’s face before turning to face you.

”Wow.” Was all you could manage to say as you ran your fingers over your lips. Seeing you do that while hearing your breathless voice had Satoru fifty shades of red. In his whole career as an escort, he has never lost his cool like that until he was with you.

Oh, he was fucked.

(TBC)

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hearts4sturniolo · 2 months

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SLOW DOWN -m. sturniolo

PAIRING; bf!matt + gf!reader

CW; smut. m!receiving. oral. semi voyeurism. sub!matt but also matt praises you? they don't fuck, but they probably will later!

AUTHORS NOTE; had to write this twice because tumblr hates me, but shoutout anon who recommended this because ts was so fun to write. ik you said quickie and TECHNICALLY its not a quickie, but i still hope you enjoy it ;)

music filled the car as the two of you continued your adventure for the day. matt needed to run errands and you happily tagged along, wanting any sort of time with your boyfriend. matt quietly hummed whatever song he had put on the radio as you looked over at him, turning the wheel to guide the both of you into the car wash parking lot.

god did he look good today, well he did everyday, but today was different. his hair fell perfectly on his forehead so that he could just barely see through it. his tee shirt fit snug around his biceps in a way that drove you insane. his fingers, adorned with rings, gripped the steering wheel just right that it made you want to drag him into the backseat at that moment to fuck him.

your legs instinctively squeezed together as he rode up to the payment machine. he reached half his body out the car to fiddle with the buttons as his shirt rode up on him, his happy trail visible to your hungry eyes. you forced yourself to look away because at that point, you were eye fucking him. the car shifts as he sits back down, completely oblivious to the thoughts in your head at that moment. he drove the car forward before putting it in neutral and letting the car wash do its thing.

“which scent did you pick this time? tropical?” you asked, trying to get your head out of the gutter for a moment.

“yeah, i dont know why the fuck the one last time smelled so chemically, that was not ocean breeze.” matt emphasized the word ‘not’, a smile forming on his face

“i could have told you that baby, but you wanted to see the blue bubbles so.” you trailed off, facial expression matching his as you reached over to ruffle his hair.

the nozzles outside began spraying water and white foam over the top of the car as he blindly tried to fix his hair. his body fully turned towards you as he reached over to cup your cheek, the touch immediately making you turn a light shade of red.

“with all the running around we’ve been doing today, i’ve had barely any time to kiss you.” matt spoke, eyes darting to your lips.

you wordless answered back as you leaned over to connect your lips. his hand pushed into your hair as he softly deepened the kiss. the two of your lips moving slowly together as the car inched through the building. matts tongue brushed your bottom lip, as if he was asking for permission to enter. you parted your lips as his tongue began to explore your mouth like hes never kissed you before. your hands raked through his hair as a soft noise was emitted from him. fingers getting tangled in his hair as you lightly pulled, the same noise coming from him again.

“please baby.” he gasped against your lips, the sound of his voice in that manner making you more wet by the second.

one hand left his hair as it reached down to lay upon his lap, nails brushing against the, very noticeable, hard dick in his pants. “you want me to touch you?” you asked, voice filled to the brim with lust.

“yes, please baby, please.” he begged, that was enough to send you over the edge. you made quick work with unzipping his jeans and tugging them, and his boxers, down just enough for his aching cock to spring free.

you looked from his dick, to making eye contact with him, and then back to his dick. your mouth was watering at this point, but you still asked, “what do you want me to do, sweet boy?”

“mouth, please, i want to feel your mouth.” his hips bucked up, begging for just a taste of some sort of friction provided by you.

and who were you to deny that of him when he asked so sweetly? you lowered your head down, licking one stripe from the base to the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around him.

he moaned lowly as a hand flew back to the back of your head to guide you. you turned your head to look up at him as you saw the car getting darker, thick bubbles coating the windows. the thought of someone being able to know what's going on crept into the back of your mind, but it was only an incentive to keep going. you bobbed your head up and down, taking his dick as far as you could in your throat.

“feel so good baby, you’re doing so good for me, just like that.” he grunted, hand pushing the back of your head faster now, being careful to not hurt you or make you gag.

as you sucked, you let your tongue start to graze the top of his tip, knowing it was his favorite when you did that. you knew exactly what to do to make him feel so good. you felt him shift underneath you as his hips began to buck up into your mouth, causing you to take him deeper.

lewd, wet noises took over the once music filled car as you helped him chase his orgasm. as seconds passed, you took his dick as deep as you could as his hips stuttered forward, your nose now touching his pelvis.

“fuck sweetheart, im cumming.” he groaned out, warm liquid began shooting in spurts down the back of your throat. your head now slowly bobbing to allow him to ride out his high, after a moment he began to whimper, desperately attempting to pull your head off of his overstimulated dick.

you sat up as you looked over at him, his cheeks were beat read and his hair was all sorts of messed up now. you locked eyes with him as you licked your lips, gathering all remnants of him off your lips. he pulled his pants up and fixed himself before turning back to you.

“that was fucking inc-” he tried to speak as the car jolted to a stop, reaching the outside of the car wash just in time.

“mhm.” you agreed, you didn't know what he was going to say, but you could imagine. a small smirk appeared on your face.

he shifted the car back into drive as his foot pressed the gas, his hand reaching over to rest on your inner thigh. heat still radiating from your soaking wet pussy, aching to be touched. “it's been a long day, how about we head home and i can help you out, darling.” he spoke, turning to catch your face turn red yet again as he sped the car up, racing to your shared home.

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star-sim · 1 month

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too sweet ☆ jay park

☆ bad boy! jay x nerd! fem! reader ☆ summary: after months of an on-and-off relationship with you, jay feared that he'd hurt you. you know that he won't. maybe a few sweet words (and kisses) could convince him. ☆ genre: angst to fluff, suggestive, inexperienced! reader (-ish), jay is really really really DOWN BAD, insecurities ☆ warning(s)? n/a ☆ word count: 2.0k words ☆ everyone clap for hozier’s “too sweet," for my starved jay stans

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

"So, you're telling me that you want us to end?"

Jay sucked in a sharp breath, clasping his hands together. "That's not what I mean."

You scoffed, narrowing your eyes at him. The thin gold chain hanging around his neck kissed his honey gold skin deliciously, his silvery hair falling over his brows. You watched as Jay rubbed his knuckles, his jaw clenching with each thought that ran through his mind.

"Then what do you mean?"

If he thought that you'd ever let him go, he was insane.

Jay took a moment to think, before words tumbled from his lips in a slow drawl, as if he was afraid of them.

"We can't be together because I'll hurt you," he said simply.

Jay watched your expression closely, eyeing your swollen lips— God, were they perfect, like always— as they curled. He could hear the cogs turning in your head, and for a second, Jay thought that he could win the fight.

You and Jay met under rather interesting circumstances. He was slacking in his classes, running the risk of not passing the semester, so the counselors stepped in and had you to help.

At first, Jay thought you were the most insufferable snob there was. But the next thing he knew, he was pinning you against the wall, hungrily kissing you like he was a starved man and you were his salvation. There was always something so intoxicating about you, the way you were able to chide into his ear why he was failing his classes, yet stayed silent with wide, innocent eyes as his fingers squeezed your thighs. Jay longed for the way you could read him like a book, the way that your black pawns stacked up against him, cornering his white king that made it impossible to escape, all the while holding a polite smile on your face.

It was always unconventional; how could the school's most notorious slacker and shady delinquent even be in the same room as the smartest girl?

Everyone seemed to have something to say about it, and for a second, Jay couldn't help but drink up every word, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that was his mind.

You were too good for him. You had everything laid out for you, you were just perfect. He wasn't. He was troubled, and stupid, and brash.

He was mean and bitter, you were bright and sweet.

So sweet.

Too sweet.

"You'll hurt me?" you scoffed again, looking at him incredulously.

Under your critical gaze, Jay nearly faltered, as if this wasn't the millionth time that he reconsidered this entire conversation, as if he didn't crave your touch every waking second.

Just ten minutes ago, you were on top of him, your fingers tangled in his hair, ravaging his lips like they were your last meal. Knowing that he was the one that taught you that— how to devour him like a starved hyena— made him feel dizzy.

"When have you ever hurt me?" you pressed, your face pinched.

It was only when your delicate fingers began to unbutton his shirt, soft, but desperate, breaths brushing up against his collarbone, that Jay gently pushed you away, taking you off of his lap and letting you sit beside him on your bed.

"I haven't," Jay swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to ignore the nerves bundling in his stomach, gnawing at him, almost like they were screaming at him to stop. "But I can, a-and I know I will if we don't stop seeing each other."

"What makes you think that?"

Jay chewed on his lip, thinking about his next move.

Loving you was like playing a game, a game where life and death were at stake. He was willing to roll every dice and destroy every odd if it meant being with you.

You were stone-faced, save for the questioning quirk of your eyebrows, but Jay knew better.

The moment that the words "I think we should break up" left his lips, Jay could see your pawns retreating; he could see the way that your walls were beginning to come up again, the cage wrapped around your heart tightened, and all he wanted to do was hold you and apologize.

But he couldn't, because this was for the best.

He'd rather hurt you once, than hurt you a million more times in the future.

He was afraid of himself, of what his hands could do, of what tears you would shed over him.

He was fundamentally flawed, someone who could not be fixed. That was something that both you and him needed to accept.

"You know me," Jay murmured, his eyes glued to the fluffy carpet on the floor. He couldn't look you in the eye after this, after hurting you. "I'm not good for you."

You stayed silent for a few pulses, only the sound of your shaky breath filling Jay's ears.

Then, you reached out for him. But, the moment that you soft fingers met his shoulder, Jay violently flinched away.

He knew that if he let you touch him, he'd never be able to pull away.

"Jay..." Your voice was small, and when he looked up to see your face, your brows were furrowed together. You looked hurt, and he wanted to punch himself; he wanted to melt into your warmth, feel your hands on his skin, and taste the paradise that was your lips.

You slowly retracted your hand, something that made Jay's heart ache.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, quickly averting his gaze once again. After today, he didn't deserve to look at you.

Another few pulses pass in sheer silence, a silence so suffocating that Jay felt his throat tighten.

"Did it mean anything to you?" you finally asked shakily.

"W-What?"

"Did anything that we did at least mean something to you?"

The word "yes" almost came spilling out of his mouth, eager to prove to you that he indeed loved you— loved you enough to save you. But, Jay stopped himself.

You would never take an explanation that didn't make sense. You'd push and push and push until you got the truth.

He couldn't draw this out any longer, or else he'd crack.

"No," Jay pushed out of his mouth, grimacing at the bitter taste on his tongue.

He heard you take in a breath, before you clicked your tongue.

You didn't believe him, and you weren't going to take no for an answer.

"Tell me the truth," you murmured. "All those times we've kissed, why would you kiss me first if it meant nothing?"

He really couldn't do this, he couldn't lie to you.

"W-Well, it's because you're always close to me." Horrible explanation, and he knew it.

You cocked a brow. "No one’s forcing you to kiss me."

Jay gulped. You were reading him like a book, seeing right through him.

"Any man in my position would kiss you," he stammered, unaware that the way his nose scrunched gave him away. Jay's eyes glazed over you. God, you were just so beautiful. "I mean, look at you."

His ears burned with shame, blinking back hot tears that brimmed his eyes. He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this, purposefully lying to your face. He felt disgusting; weak. You were the first person that he's ever loved, the first person that made him feel all sorts of weird, giddy feelings, the first person that made him feel safe and loved. He was ruining it for himself, but he'd rather ruin himself than ruin you. After this, how was he ever going to recover? He couldn't imagine his life without you, not after feeling your warmth, not after having the privilege of seeing you beneath him, pretty eyes filled with stars gazing up at him—

If Jay wasn't so caught up in his head, he'd notice the way that you observed his flickering expression, before suddenly climbing back onto Jay.

"H-Hey—!"

You pushed Jay down onto the bed so that he was lying on his back, sitting right on his abdomen, pinning him down for good.

"You're a horrible liar," you muttered before grabbing his face, pressing sticky kisses against his jaw.

No, no, no! This isn't supposed to happen! You're supposed to hate him!

Your lips trailed from his jaw to the crook right below his ear, the spot that you knew was Jay's sensitive spot. You bit down just enough to make Jay let out a high-pitched sigh. You pulled away, admiring the purple-pink mark you left on his skin, before trailing down to the birthmark on his neck. You ran your tongue over the heart-shaped mark. Jay's hand jerked out for your waist, squeezing it.

"B-Baby..." he breathed, slipping back into his habit of using that name for you. His mind was doing everything in its power to resist you, but all he could do was tilt his head back to give you better access to his neck.

"Baby?" you purred against the shell of his ear. "Thought I didn't mean anything to you."

"I— Shit, don't do that, Baby—" you slid your hand under his shirt, your lips making vulgar noises as it attached to his honey skin.

"I don't fucking care if you hurt me," you spat in his ear, and chills ran down his spine. Since when were you so... obscene?

What has he done to you, for you to start off as an innocent and curious girl and end up shamelessly touching him? Had he corrupted you too much?

"You said you wanted to give me the best firsts?" your voice was so harsh, so mean that Jay almost questioned how someone so sweet could be so ruthless. It also made him question why in the hell it made his stomach do a flip. You bit down on a collarbone. "Then stop being a pussy and just let me love you."

Jay threw his head back, letting a groan escape his lips. God, how was he going to win this? How was he going to ignore the shudder of his shoulders as you touched him? How was he going to act like his body wasn't yearning for you?

"I'm pretty and you know it," you rasped in his ear. "So stop resisting me."

Your words were candied, sweet like syrup, seeping into his head and swaying all resolve he had. He almost gave in. Almost.

"L-Look, I know you’re hot and all," it took every fiber in Jay's being to not give into your tantalizing lips, "B-But you know this is wrong."

You hummed against his skin. "But I don't."

Jay's rendered speechless when you press your hips against his, squeezing his eyes shut. His stomach did a flip, a wave of heat coursing through his body. It felt electric, it felt wrong.

"I don't know that this is wrong, and even if I did, I wouldn't care" your tone is so soft, so innocent, but your actions were so dirty. "Ignorance is bliss."

Jay opened his mouth to let more dumb words pour out, dumb words that were his final (and extremely futile) attempt to restrain himself, but his breath got caught in his throat when they ran your hands through his silver hair, gripping it and pulling it back. You held his head in place by his hair. The sensation of pain on his scalp was delicious, enough to make him feel like putty in the palm of your hands.

"If you don’t stop," his voice was airy and high-pitched now, labored breaths escaping his lips. He wasn't going to win this fight. He never was going to in the first place, not when you were his opponent, "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

"Then don't," you said simply against his neck. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. Your eyes were wide and shiny, innocently staring up at him. Your voice was so pretty and sweet, so sweet that he couldn't believe that you were doing and saying all these things to him. "Don't control yourself."

As Jay fell back into the comfort of the mattress, letting heat spread across his chest and face as you hungrily sunk your teeth into what was his heart, his Adam's apple bobbed.

You were too sweet for him, too sweet for a bitter person like him.

He wouldn't mind getting tooth decay, yeah?

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bingbongsupremacy · 4 months

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Baby

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: reader is able to get pregnant, pet names, argument, idk what else.

Summary: It's getting harder and harder to spend time with your husband and you have some really important news. (Pre-Outbreak)

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*****

The room is silent, the only noise coming from our TV. Light bounces off of the walls, casting a small glow on the coffee table that moves.

I curl deeper into the couch, watching as the clock ticks by.

8:30....9:15....10:45....11:12...

Finally I hear keys jingling from the front door.

" You're still up? " Joel's voice is tired and raspy. He pulls off his boots, leaving them near the front door. " Is Sarah still up? "

I shake my head, rubbing my heavy eyes. " No. She's over at Gina's, down the street, for a sleepover. "

Joel wanders into the kitchen, pulling a can of beer out of the fridge. He takes a swig before heading towards the living room. For a moment, neither of us talks.

" You were supposed to be home at 6. " I glance over at the man. I take in his appearance. His eyes are dark from clear exhaustion. His shirt is covered in grime. It's obviously been a long day.

" I was. " He agrees, not saying anything more. He takes another sip of his beer. Condensation forms on the can, dripping down his hand.

His answer doesn't satisfy me. " Why weren't you? Why didn't you call? " I press.

This has been happening often. Every few days he stays out later than normal, most of the time, he 'forgets' to call.

Joel lets out a sigh, obvious frustration filling his expression. " I got caught up in my work. It wasn't supposed to go past 6, but stuff happens. You know that, babe. "

Irritation fills my body. " And you couldn't have bothered to, I don't know, check your watch and maybe call me? I was worried sick, Joel. I stayed up even though I have to be up at 6 for work tomorrow. " I push myself up, looking towards his face. Looking for something, something other than annoyance.

I was really hoping he'd be here at 6.

" I didn't ask you to do that. You could've gone to bed. Don't blame me for your decisions. I told you, I lost track of time. I don't have my phone on me when I'm working. " Joel's gaze meets mine.

Anger runs through my body. Usually I'm not this quick to anger but the hormones are driving me insane. The stress of unknowing along with Joel's careless attitude sends rage flowing through my body. " You really could give less of a shit about Sarah and me, huh? " I seethe, not thinking through my words.

Joel's eyes narrow. " What the fuck do you mean? " He starts getting defensive. " Of course I give a shit about you! I fucking work my ass off, for you two! " Joel's tone rises.

" Then why do you keep doing shit that makes us worry? " I exclaim. " You could have called at any point and it would've helped me feel better. I understand that you don't keep your phone on you while working, but is it really that hard to take a five minute break to call me? God-you need a break anyways! You'll fucking hurt yourself if you're constantly working. " My heart pounds. I stand up, trying to get some space between the man and I.

Joel stands up as well. His eyes burn into mine, sending a shiver of discomfort down my spine.

I hate when we get into arguments. My hormones and his exhaustion are mixing together to create a toxic cloud of anger and frustration.

" Like you'd even answer the fucking phone. " Joel rolls his eyes. " You've been so busy talking to your stupid fucking friends that it's nearly impossible to call you sometimes. "

He isn't wrong. I found out I was pregnant a few weeks ago, and I wanted-no I needed to tell someone. I wanted to make the announcement to Joel and Sarah important, something memorable. At the time, I just needed to tell someone else.

They've been there for me this entire time, helping me plan tonight. Helping me plan the dinner and gift for Joel.

A gift he never got to open and a dinner he never got to eat.

" Well I gotta talk to someone, Joel. You're never around anymore. " I snap.

" I'm working! " Joel lets out a breath.

" Your unbelievable. " I shake my head. I let out an angry laugh. " You know what, fuck this, Joel. You're not even listening to me. The point isn't that you're working late, it's that you don't bother to call home and tell me about it. I care about you, Joel. What-What if you got hurt? What if you got into a car crash or fucking died somehow? I'd have no idea because you don't bother to call me. All I want is one call, and that's too much to ask of you. " I push past the broad shouldered man. " Your dinner's in the fucking oven. It's your favorite. "

With that I storm upstairs, grateful Sarah wasn't here to witness the fight. I barely close the bedroom door before the tears start to flow.

Downstairs I hear Joel curse as he drops something on the ground. I lean against the door, doing my best to listen to the man below. His footsteps die off as he most likely settles onto the couch.

I just want him to call home.

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The next morning I leave before Joel wakes up. I send a quick text to Sarah, letting her know there's some food in the fridge.

My day seems to fly by. Piles of paperwork seem to disappear in minutes. Before I know it, it's time to head home.

An unsettled feeling wracks my stomach, surely not a good feeling for the baby. I'm still pissed at Joel. I just wish he understood where I'm coming from.

I unlock the front door and am immediately met with silence.

No one's home.

I let out a small sigh, walking towards the kitchen. My eyes widen in surprise when I spot Joel sitting at the kitchen table, a pair of small shoes in his hands.

He found the gift.

Of course he did, I left it on the dresser last night.

" Surprise. " I state while making my way to the fridge. " You're gonna be a daddy. Again. " My voice is unenthusiastic. Not the way I planned telling him at all.

" I'm so fucking sorry. " Joel blurts out. He runs his rough fingers over the small white laces, following the rhythm of the string. " I'm an asshole. "

" That you are. " I agree.

Joel finally looks up at me. His sad expression breaks my anger. Suddenly, I'm torn. Do I keep acting angry or do I feel bad for him?

" I deserve that. I-I shouldn't have yelled at you last night. Pregnant or not- You didn't deserve that. I took out my anger on you. I've...fuck I'll just tell you. I've been working late to try to make some extra money for us. I wanted to take you somewhere for our anniversary. "

I take a seat next to him, shock filling my body. I had no idea.

" You're right, I should've called you. That was a dick move. I...I don't know why I didn't. I guess I was just scared I'd be tired and I'll accidentally tell you something? It doesn't fucking matter now. "

" Oh Joel..."

He continues. " I'm sorry about dinner last night. I should've come home. " He finishes, finally setting the shoes down into the small gold box I put them in originally.

I don't say anything. I wrap my arms around the man, sinking my head into the crook of his warm neck. " Yes, you should've called, but I shouldn't have have been so aggressive. My emotions have just been all over the place. " My eyes begin to tear up. I feel a tightness in the back of my throat as I pull away from Joel. " I feel so much angrier than I usually do. "

Joel pulls me back into his embrace. " It's okay, honey. It's the baby. It's okay. " He tries to sooth me. " I love you so much, and I promise, I'm going to cut back my hours. "

" And you're gonna call, right? " I look up at him from my spot against his chest.

" Yes, I swear I'll call from now on. I have to, what if something happens to you and the baby. " He furrows his brows in worry. " I'll call you every hour. I promise. "

I let out a small laugh, wiping a tear away. " I think every few hours is okay, babe. "

" No every half hour. Who knows what could happen. Your office has steep stairs-we should see if the elevator there is fixed yet. " Joel mutters.

" Okay that might be a little overkill. " I crinkle my nose. " How about you just call when you're going to be late. Alright? "

" I can do that. "

#fanfiction #fanfic #joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fic #joel the last of us #the last of us fic #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #the last of us x reader #the last of us fanfic #the last of us

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enbesbians · 5 months

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anon has requested:

‘ellie squirting’

this is a repost.

as i always say... i don't proofread or reread any of what i type so there's most likely a fuck tone of misspellings so if you could... try to run past them...

• firstly, the way ellie squirts is insane. i feel like it'd be big, theatrical and just spew everywhere to the point where she most likelv has to double the amount of towels underneath her.

• while dove fucking you (which just means she's rubbing her pussy on your tits), she'd rub her clit against your nipple or even just fuck them roughly because ellie seems the type to be impatient and impulsive. she'd love the feeling of your warm breasts against her, your eyes bouncing from hers to her cunt, feeling the warmth of her and her slick shine against your skin. her hips almost never stopping themselves, praising your breasts and how much she loves them-she'd probably repeat that over and over but each time her words would slur themselves. as she squirts, it would splatter all over the place, hearing the wet slaps of your breasts against her pussy.

• while eating her out, she has a vicious aura. she's belittling you and degrading you saying things like, "you're such a fucking slut for my pussy." and, "suck my clit you disgusting little mutt." she'd get a hold of your head, grasping tight, pushing you into her so you wouldn't be able to breathe. she'd fuck up into you, laughing when you'd tap her thigh just so you could get some airway, and when she allowed you to, she'd look at your wet face, slapping it, and spitting into your mouth, making you go right back. when squirting, she'd give no space between your mouth and her cunt, her juices almost choking you. she's grunting and growling like crazy, telling you, "drink it bitch." and whining, "oh yeah." finally letting you catch your breath, seeing her drip from your lips and chin.

• you'd be in your own bed on facetime where it would start off with explaining your day and screen sharing to show what videos you found funny until hours later, her fingers are deep inside her cunt-phone propped as she watches you play with yourself. she'd direct you on what she wanted you to do beforehand, making you watch as she calls your name over and over again. she squirts with some going onto it's lens, lazily laughing, "holy fuck..." and "god i wish i could fuck that pretty pussy"

• when eating her out, i assume you'd devour her entirely to the point where she can't even comprehend how and when you learned how to do that. she'd grip onto whatever was around her, holding her breath while placing her hand above her clit and pulling at the skin by her palm so you'd have better access- and it'd poke outward. she'd groan through the grit of her teeth, eyebrows nearly at an angry expression moaning, "don't you fucking stop." pushing your head into her. she'd have her orgasm but not realize she was squirting, it splashing all over your face with an excited shriek coming from you. her legs trying so desperately to close themselves but you hold them open, torturing her clit with your tongue and she'd moan so loudly.

• i could also see you trying to take the lead for the first time and ellie is calling it bluff thinking that you won't be able to stay dom for a second but you follow through. you stimulate her body and she enjoys it but she also taunts you, until you start to fasten the harness of your strap. laying on your back, you make her move on top of you so she could ride you- she feels so vulnerable, not knowing what to do with her hands and her bounces are inconsistent and slow. you tell her to ride her faster but she can't, she's so overwhelmed and the deepness of the silicone is pressing all the right spots. you praise her telling her to stop being so shy and she can't, so you hold her hips and snap yourself up into her. the thrusts throw her off the edge and she's a moaning mess. you fuck her so good and so deep she can feel herself needing to arrive and then to both of your surprise, she's a squirting mess. gasping and shaking, unable to breathe and talk.

• while sitting, she'd be in between your legs- back to your chest-her hands resting on your thighs per your request. your run your nails gently across her chest- playing with her nipples- and down her stomach, then down her inner thighs, repeating movements just so she can whine and beg for you to give her more. her head, leaning back on your shoulder while you place soft kisses against her neck. you finger fuck her, other hand wrapped around her throat, pumping deep and fast, already witnessing her creaming around you. each time she tells you she's close, you pull your fingers out from her, edging her nonstop, repeating the same gentle, teasing scratches up and down her body. she could only hold it for so long and after a handful of times, as you pull out your fingers, a spray of her squirt erupts. you whisper in her ear that she's a bad girl for not listening to you but you undeniably find it incredibly hot that she had an squirting orgasm, failing to hold it.

• i could see her makeout with you as you both stand nude, fingering your own cavern- tongues deep in each others mouths as you try to share an orgasm. when ellie feels like she's close she'd say, "get on your knees", and you'd see her fingering herself, the pace incredibly quick to the point where you'd hear the palm of her hand collide with her pubic bone. "open your fucking mouth," she'll demand, her eyes looking right at you as she removes her fingers from herself, not even touching her clit as she lets it fall all over you. she'd even throw her head back and let out singsong moans like, "fuck" and "drink it all up pretty girl."

#lesbian #sapphic #wlw #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie smut #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x masc reader #ellie williams #the last of us smut #tlou #tlou2

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jenoslutie · 2 months

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the one that almost got away l y.jh

❥ Synopsis: When your friends decided to leave you alone with your long-term enemy, Yoon Jeonghan, he takes it upon himself to prove to you that he's not as much of an asshole as you say he is.

❥ Pairing: Enemy!Jeonghan x Afab!Reader

❥ Genre: Enemies to lovers Au, Smut, Kinda fluffy if you squint idkkk,

❥ Warnings: Enemy Jeonghan, He's not mean but he's Jeonghan, Unprotected Sex (be smart don't do that), i think that’s all!

❥ Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: request by anon!! ily anon mwah

“I literally cannot stand you, Yoon Jeonghan.” you spat, insanely annoyed at the man sat across from you with the same cocky smile he always sported when he was with you.

“Then sit?” He replied slyly, leaning back on the couch he was sitting on before facing you with a smirk. It was a lame comeback, one you’ve heard used multiple times but still it managed to piss you off because it's Jeonghan. You don’t know how he could talk to you so casually as if you both didn’t hate each other’s guts for as long as you’ve known each other.

You couldn’t stand a single moment with him, he always had to make some stupid remark or comment that had you seeing red but here you were, alone with Jeonghan in his apartment that was homier than you’d ever want to admit. Your friends had abruptly left earlier, promising to be back soon but it’s been an hour already and the both of you had yet to hear from them.

“Why are you always so mad when you’re with me?” Jeonghan asked while taking his phone out of his pocket, not even sparing you a glance as he awaits your response. You gave him the most puzzled expression, aware that he’s not even looking at you. “Because you’re you, Jeonghan. You’ve been insufferable since the day I met you” That causes him to look up at you with his eyebrows raised.

“I’m insufferable?” He scoffed, looking directly into your eyes with a serious expression. Somewhat offended that you had him painted out to be some sort of asshole that he wasn’t. “Have you ever considered you might be the asshole and not me?”

“No, I guess I haven't. Enlighten me though, what would getting to know you be like?” He smirked and patted the seat of the couch he was sitting on. You wordlessly obeyed and sat next to him. The close proximity had you feeling a little hot. Your heightened senses make his soft fresh scent get to your head. Feeling dazed, you look over in his direction and regret it immediately when he’s already looking right into your eyes.

“I guess getting to know me would include getting to know how I feel about you. I’m not an asshole you know? I just like seeing you all riled up” He cuts himself off with a small giggle “You’re cute when you’re all angry” You could almost explode hearing that. There is no way Yoon Jeonghan, the man you had a mutual hatred for for the past however many years, is calling you cute right now. On top of that, he’s been pissing you off all this time because he thinks you’re cute?

You looked away, avoiding the way his eyes were observing you so closely. “Look at me pretty” Jeonghan cooed, turning your head towards him gently.

“You look so pretty like this, can I kiss you?” he smirked “Hopefully that'll make it up to you for the past” He’s right, you never really got the chance to know him. All of your interactions with Jeonghan consisted of you taking all of his jokes to heart and snapping at him, necessarily ruining both of your nights but Jeonghan never let it show. You just thought he was always an unbothered asshole.

You thought for a second before nodding your head ‘yes’ and Jeonghan’s gentle hands were back on you, cupping your face softly before pressing your lips together in a soft kiss. Jeonghan’s lips felt close to perfect on your lips, you could taste the same strawberry lip balm that he always carried with him on his lips. The gentleness of his lips on yours was short lived because in no time he was moving you to lay down on the couch so he could hover above you, kissing you with more passion than before. You could only describe it as hungry, Jeonghan was rushing to get his hands on your hips, anticipating something more.

"Gonna let me fuck you Baby?" Jeonghan pulled away from you so he could look into your eyes while he waited for your confirmation but you didn't even give him a chance to look at you properly before you blurted out a quick 'yes' before pressing his lips back onto yours. Anyone could tell you two were more than desperate for each other the way you two were grabbing at each other in the most desperate way.

You were the one to pull away first this time, grabbing at the hem of his T-shirt, hoping he'd get the hint of what you wanted and of course Jeonghan got the hint because immediately he's pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside on the floor beside the couch. "Can I take off yours too?" You nodded before Jeonghan pulled your own shirt over your head, leaving you in only your pretty lacy bra.

"Take it all off Jeonghan" You pleaded, looking up only to see him grinning before looking down at you expectantly "Please?" You added, hoping that that's what Jeonghan was waiting for and you'd assume you were right with the way Jeonghan murmured a quick 'that's my girl' before sliding your sweatpants and panties off together before tossing them in the little pile of clothing the both of you formed on the floor. He rid himself of the rest of his clothes before carrying you over to his bedroom. It’s not somewhere you’d been before considering you never liked Jeonghan’s company to even stay at his place for anything over an hour and a half.

“How do you want me Baby?” Jeonghan asked as he brought you over to his bed. You thought for a moment before settling yourself onto all fours for him, presenting your pretty holes to Jeonghan. You heard him groan before you felt his hands on you, carefully taking in every inch of your body that he could in the position you were in. “You’re already so wet” Jeonghan groaned as he examined your pussy that was so prettily on display for him.

You were sick of waiting, all that making out and groping from earlier turned you on way more than it should’ve so to say you were only wet was an understatement. You were dripping with need for Jeonghan. For him to touch you where you needed him most, for him to fuck you to make up for all lost time, for him to finally calm your aching pussy. So immediately, you denied the prep Jeonghan offered. Eager to get his cock in you and fucking you into whatever dimesion he sees fit.

“Please just fuck me Jeonghan”

Jeonghan didn’t need to be told twice. He was immediately lining his cock up with your entrance, ever so slightly pushing the tip in before pulling it out and repeating the action over again. It was enough to make you let out a small whimper of his name but not enough to give you what you actually need. “Please baby, need you so bad, ‘m so wet and ready for you” You wiggled your hips slightly before pushing back on his cock, pushing it in deeper.

“Needy girl” Jeonghan chuckled. Giving in finally and bottoming out all the way causing both of you to moan out. Your legs already shaking by the size of Jeonghan alone. He was big and stretching you out so good you almost teared up at the feeling. Jeonghan wasn’t doing any better, he was fighting the urge to fuck into your tight pussy already but he held back until you gave him the green light and thankfully he didn’t have to hold out longer because in no time you were rocking your hips back against his, moaning loudly at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapping his cock so snugly and the way you were so wet had Jeonghan’s eyes rolling back. Enthralled by the way you felt so wet from only a bit of teasing and kissing and the fact you were so tight?? Jeonghan almost felt as if he wouldn't be able to move with the way you were gripping onto him.

Jeonghan soon found a pace that had you moaning out loudly, arching your back and grabbing at his perfectly white sheets. Perfect like the rest of him, you thought with the little drop of sanity you had left to even process any thoughts.

“You feel so good Hannie” You whimpered, reaching one hand down to rub at your clit. You could almost taste your orgasm creeping up on you. Your body reacts to every one of Jeonghan’s thrusts in the most delicious way and you can tell Jeonghan was not far away from what you were feeling by the way he was letting out a plethora of profanities and whimpering in your ear every so often.

“You close pretty?” Jeonghan chuckled, pulling you up by your shoulders so your back was pressed directly onto his chest making you let out a whine at the loss of and your head lolled back onto his shoulder before you nodded your head ‘yes’

“I want you to say sorry to me when you cum” Jeonghan grins, bring one hand down to your clit and rubbing harsh circles, forcing your orgasm to hit you in waves, each wave hitting harder than the last, babbling endless thank yous to Jeonghan and he smirks while whispering small praises into your ear. The position had him able to feel your body go limp against his, letting him hold you up while you came around him.

“Can’t believe you made me wait so fucking long for this” Jeonghan growled lowly, his orgasm hitting him as hard as yours hit you. His thrusts slowed down as he dipped his head down to press his lips onto yours, his cum painting your walls white as it spilled in you. The feeling of his warm cum filling you up had you moaning softly, body flopping down on his bed, allowing him to slip out of you and wander off to grab something to clean you up with.

“Guess the Yoon Jeonghan can be less of an asshole huh?” You joked, feeling him clean you up so gently.

“Guess you’re not so bad yourself”

#jeonghan smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #yoon jeonghan smut

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ellieschair · 6 months

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don't text me, ex ellie williams one shot

sinopse: you and ellie broke up due to her commitment issues and you've been non contact until she calls.

cw: lowercase intended, swearing and alcohol use and "drunk"? sex, semi public sex, not explicit if reader is fem or masc. use of nicknames like babe and my love.

wc: 2,9k

nsfw/smut: tit play (r receiving), clit stim and pinching (e receiving), fingering (e receiving), cum eating (r)... i think thats it?

a/n: okay uh im gonna kms bc this was meant for @itsbecomeblue but alright.

you and ellie had broken up a few months ago. you have been no contact ever since, you blocked her everywhere except her number. you told her not to contact you if she didn't need anything.

but she'd called today.

you were in bed with your best friend kamala, she noticed you suddenly sitting up.

“what?” she touches your shoulder as you look at the screen. “ellie? don't pick up, y/n” she looks at the phone over your shoulder.

“i told her to only contact me if she needs anything…” you sigh, but the phone stops ringing and you bite your lip as you look at kamala, worried expression.

“hey, if she actually needs anything she'll either call again or text.” she pats your shoulder and you nod.

ellie doesn't call again, but you get a text.

«sorry about that, hope ur okay»

“um, i guess she didn't mean to call.” you roll your eyes after texting her back with a «don't worry, hope ur okay 2», which she saw and reacted with hearts.

“girl, yes she did, she let that thing ring for ages.” kamala scoffed.

“whatever kami, let's just forget about that. she's literally with cat.”

“it's insane that she broke up with you because she ‘couldn't be in a relationship’ and ‘felt trapped’ and now she's with cat.”

“i know but well, she just couldn't be in our relationship i guess.” you chuckle and hug kamala. “why are we still talking about this shit…?”

and then you drop this subject, and it was true… ellie broke up with you along those lines. she had met you at your house and held your hand, kissed your forehead before leaving. now, she has been going out with cat. you hadn't completely moved on but what's over it's over, you didn't want any messiness.

weeks pass by, you usually see ellie at college, you both curl your lips in an awkward smile. you do it out of respect but it hurts to act like you were never close.

today wasn't any different, film class and you're sat at the back. she got in late, she sat down at the front. you noticed her and followed her with your eyes but you didn't expect her to look around to the back of the class.

you lock eyes and she stares a little before turning back, you feel uneasy. class passed by and you don't interact in any way and you decide to talk to her after class.

she gets ready to leave and you run down the classes stairs to catch her.

“ellie.” you call out reaching for her shoulder but she turns around to face you before you can.

her green eyes pierce through yours, you hadn't seen those freckles from so close in months. you blink a few times in a roll.

“um… yeah? sorry i called.” her voice is raspy and she looks awkward, as if you don't know each other.

“you let the phone ring.” you mumble, her eyebrows almost touch as she looks confused.

“yes? i'm sorry.” she takes a step back as you do the same.

“so you meant to call. it wasn't a mistake?” you ask, you sound calmer.

“yeah, i did… but i know i shouldn't have, you did the right thing by not picking up.” she looks at your lips for a second before you curl them up in a sympathetic smile.

“i was going to. thought you might have needed something.” you hold your own shoulder. “you okay?”

“no, yeah… i'm okay i was just… i don't know.” she rambles awkwardly and you chuckle. “are… you okay?”

it felt weird talking to her, but she was still the same. she toyed with her fingers nervously as she always did.

“yeah, i am.” you breathed out before straightening your back. “what did you wanna say?”

“that, i've… been” she chokes on her words, you examine ber face, letting her speak. “thinking ‘bout you.” now it's your turn to internally choke.

“you don't need to tell me that.” you bite your lip as you start walking down the starts and she does the same as everyone's leaving the classroom.

she lowers her head to face her feet as she thinks of what to say but all she says is “i know.” you turn to face her after you leave the classroom.

“i'll see you” you say, she nods and leaves as you walk towards the bathroom.

your eyes water as soon as you enter the bathroom, you let out the breath you had been involuntarily holding. you decided this meant no contact was as rough as her as on you, even worse since she decided to call you at 3pm on a random saturday. but it didn't mean anything other than that, it's hard not to talk to someone you used to talk all the time and you understood that.

when you're walking to your next class you see cat running towards ellie and jesse. she kisses both of their cheeks and you wave to them, mostly jesse, who gives you a sympathetic look and waves back. cat doesn't see you until ellie raises her hand, cat waves at you then.

you and cat were neighbors during all your childhood, she was really nice, artistic, down to earth but still had a bubbly personality. you honestly liked her, which hurt.

kamala had texted you about this party next saturday at dina's, her cousin who ‘happened’ to be jesse's long term girlfriend and ellie's best friend. you, dina and kamala had been friends since the start of college and your breakup with ellie wouldn't change that.

ellie would obviously be there, so you decided to give it more than one thought. you didn't want to see her if it made you feel so small, but you couldn't stop doing what you usually do just to avoid her.

so you decided to go. you hadn't talked to dina that much about ellie to be honest, you didn't want this to become something where people had sides to take.

you and kamala go to the party a little later than supposed, the party was already crowded. you find dina and walk up to her to hug her.

“hey dina! nice party.” you hug her excitedly and she chuckles as she pats your back.

“it's a generic one, thanks though baby” she looks at you up and down as you back away. “you look good, girl.”

“you look hot, dee.” you smile wide and she gives you a gentle push towards her drink table. “go grab a drink, you too kamala!” she calls her cousin out.

kamala starts grabbing a drink but your eyes land on ellie, who was at the corner of the room. she saw you and stepped away from the wall she was leaning on.

“is ellie here with cat?” you ask dina as ellie walks up to you. dina nods no. “really?”

“yeah, they went out a few times but ellie said they were better off as friends…its been a while already” she shrugs.

“i see.” you tense up as ellie gets closer. “hey ellie.”

“what's up?” she smiles as she nodded at dina.

“nothing…” you shrug, your lower lip between your teeth and she clicks her tongue, staring you down.

“yeah umm, can we… maybe talk? i mean, i will text you?” she asks in a lower tone, you look around for nothing.

“sure, we can. what about?” dina had leave your side, and you were left alone with her and some strangers next to the wall.

“me. i miss you.” she breathes out and you squint your eyes. “i do. can we please talk?”

“didn't you feel trapped with me? in our relationship?” you scratch your forearm. she takes your hand off it and you look up at her.

“no, i felt trapped but it wasn't you who trapped me. you never limited me. i just wanted to get out a bit, try new things maybe.” you scoff and snap your hand from hers.

“you needed a break from me? to try out new things? like what…? cat?” you sound annoyed by all this now and she's quick to argue.

“no…no, y/n. i thought i did but… i still miss you alright? and cat… i thought could move on to something but i didn't”

“ellie, i'm sorry but… you can still move on. i'm… sorry it didn't work out with cat? but that has nothing to do with me.” you try to call down as she gulps and looks to the side.

“i'm sorry.” she mutters, she sounds embarrassed but she nods. “you're right. i can move on, i don't want to.”

“ellie, this is not the place for this but… yeah we can talk, i can text you.” you sigh and she nods.

“alright, text me when you can.” you nod and leave to find kamala.

you tell her about it and she says ellie is embarrassing herself and you can only say you feel bad but also annoyed by this behavior. you see ellie a few times during the party and you just smile at each other.

you definitely still love ellie, you do wish you had never broken up but it was her who did this and you didn't feel like you could get back together just like that. you'd let her say what she had to say, you respected her, but you didn't think this would end up in rekindling things.

you were dancing with kamala, a little drunk already, when you felt a little hot. you went into the kitchen to grab water. ellie was there, her hand on her forehead.

“hey…” she looks up, recognizing your shoes. she looked a little drunk herself, cheeks flushed. “are you okay?” she saw you stumble.

“yeah i'm fine actually, i have been drinking though, came for a water bottle.” you chuckle and she nods a little as she holds her own head. “who's driving you home?”

“ugh… actually… no one” she chuckles back and shoot her an worried look. “hey, don't worry i'll wait until i sober up a little, i know it was dumb but it's okay.”

“yeah… you better… drink some water maybe.” you walk up to her with another water bottle, she takes it and mumbles a ‘thank you’.

“i feel like the floor's kinda moving.” she looks up to you now.

“you're just light headed. and a lightweight.” you chuckle as you get closer to her.

“yeah right…” she laughs and looks at your lips as you get closer. “you smell nice.” she takes a huge sip out the water and grabs your hand pulling you closer, you let her.

“thank you, you look real good.” your drunken self speaks and she leans on your shoulder, you feel her breath against your neck, making your breath heavier.

“you've such pretty lips.” she mumbles as she lifts her head back up and her lips ghosts against yours. she holds you closer as you hold her arms.

your alcohol breaths fan eachother's lips and faces, you hands fall on her torso and she grabs your hips.

“i wanna kiss you.” you drop your face on the crook of her neck and you sigh. she puts her water bottle down on the marble you were both leaned against only to cup your face, making you face her again.

“you know i'll kiss you back.” and you kiss her, liquor tasting kiss as your tongue pass through her lips.

she moans when you do, holding you so close your leg ends in the middle of hers. you're now running your hand up and down her torso and hip. her arms wrapped around you.

“needed this.” she groans and your grab her hair tightly.

“i need you.” you reply, kissing her deeply. she moans again, her hand finds your thigh and she lifts it.

“have me” she whispers in your ear. she's thrusting her hips as he holds your leg up by your thigh.

you make out feverishly, kisses your neck and you start panting and she grins against your neck. you felt your panties damp.

“bathroom?” you suggest as she starts shamelessly grinding her clothed pussy on your thigh. she nods frantically mumbling ‘please's as she lets go of your thigh and grabs your hand.

she pushes your body with her own, grabbing your waist to turn you around, her crotch against your ass as she walks you to the bathroom.

“don't trip, babe.” she jokes and kisses your neck.

“make sure you don't either, my love.” you giggle and now she's next to you. you look at eachother.

her cheeks are flushed pink and you smile at her, she opens the bathroom door and you get in. she kisses you now, grabbing your ass.

“i want you so bad, y/n. please.” she kisses your neck and you push her back. “what?”

“block the door.” you kiss her as her back hits the door, her hand is running up and down your back and around your hips. “missed you so fucking much.” you nibble her neck and she moans.

“i missed you, this. i need you right now” her hands go up your shirt and she sounds needy as fuck, grinding poorly on your hips. your hands find her stomach. “it's been too fucking long.”

you can feel your clit throb as she talks to you. you suck her earlobe and she grinds even more.

“so eager…” she pinches your nipple when you tease her, you whine out and she kisses you again.

“take this off, babe.” she says, tugging your shirt and you do what she tells you to. she goes in on your tits immediately. “yeah? you like that?” she asks as she nibbles the skin before sucking your nipple.

you moan and whimper holding her hair, she only stops when she feels your fingers tugging her belt.

“let me touch you.” you ask, she quickly unlatches her belt and you unzip her pants.

“i can't do this anymore…” she tilts her head back and you give her what she wants, tugging her jeans down.

you cup her pussy over her boxers and she moans, head hitting your shoulder.

“wet and warm, huh?” you whisper and she starts kissing you again. groping your tits with one hand and the other on your back.

your fingers ghost her slit, but you start caressing her inner thigh and hips, opening her legs. she grunts and starts trying to grind her pussy on your hand, which makes you press her hips against the door.

“stay still, now, alright? i'll get to it… promise.” you mumble, enjoying her body and how eager she was.

she nods, now grabbing your ass and thighs. you kiss her cheek and tug her panties to the side

“good girl” she grunts when your fingers run over her sticky slit. she was soaked in her slick.

you tease her clit and entrance with your fingertips, she moans and tried to grind against you.

“fuck, be quick with it.” she grunts and you frown. “please.” you slide two fingers into her pussy when she pleads. she gasps and grips your hair, taking your lips in a sloppy kiss.

she grinds her clit against your hand as you thrust your fingers in and out at the perfect pace she never stopped thinking about.

“more.” she moans between kisses.

“more what?” you start rubbing her clit with your other hand. “this?” she moans and nods.

“yeah… thanks.” you chuckle as she thanks you, kissing her neck again.

you look up at her eyes closed and cheeks flushed pink, her hands moving from your back to your shoulders. you speed up as you look at her.

you get the vision you wanted, her closed eyes squint, broken pants leave her open lips… you moan at the sight and the feeling of her wet pussy clenching around your fingers and her legs shaking, threatening to close around your hand.

“oh… you feel so good ellie, fuck.” you pinch her clit and she moans louder “yeah, keep those legs open for me.”

she cries out as she nods, her pussy clenching hard when you moan seeing her cry.

“please i'm so close.” she grunts through gritted teeth. “don't stop.”

“relax, you're so tight…” her stomach tenses and she relaxes and you reach deeper. “god…” you moan.

she moans non stop and her legs shake even more as she cums all over your fingers. you fuck her slowly as she comes down from her orgasm, hand leaving her clit.

you're both panting and she holds you by your back as you take your fingers out of her pussy only to look down and see her creamy cum on your fingertips and around her entrance. your pussy throbs at the sight.

you weakly get on your knees, sucking her cum off your fingers to lick the cum on her pussy. she grips your shoulders.

“you're so good to me.” she mumbles as you get up, tugging her boxers and pants up.

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x you #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie smut #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie x masc reader #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #tlou

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hyuckmov · 1 year

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request #1: meandom!haechan who's still weak for his gf smut, 18+ minors dni, some fluff wc: 1.6k content: oral (f), makeshift gag, pussy slapping, meandom turned softdom haechan, sub-ish reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praise a/n: i have no idea if this is good or not anyway something good happened to me today and i thought i would spread some joy and finish off with my first request <3 also i know i said 800-1k but i got a bit carried away LOL as always, i hope this is at least a little hot... thank you so much for sending in the request!

haechan pouts at you. it would be an otherwise cute expression if his heart-shaped lips weren't slick from teasing your clit for the past 20 minutes, and if his arms weren't currently wrapped around your thighs and forcing them wide apart.

"how many times do i have to remind you…" his voice dripping with condescension. "eyes wide open. didn't you promise?"

your mind flits back to how this all began. haechan had been needing some sort of a stress reliever, his hands rough on your skin as he alternated between kissing and biting the side of your neck the moment he arrived home. and while you offered to let him take you then and there, he insisted that he would much prefer it if he could eat you out to his heart's content.

because haechan loved spending his time between your legs, pinning your thighs to each side as he pressed kisses on your clit. circling his tongue over your entrance and sucking and sucking until you were all puffy and ready for him. he didn't usually have the luxury of time when it came to eating you out, as it was either some way to prepare you for his cock, or your whimpers and whines would have driven him completely insane. but today had been different.

tugging your panties down your legs, you barely had time to let out a cry before he had shoved them in your mouth.

"keep your lips shut and your eyes on me, okay? i don't want any distractions." he gave your cheek a light slap, relishing in the way your head jolted but your eyes never left his, fucked out before he had even really begun. "you promise?"

you had nodded.

now, you refocus your eyes on him, going a little cross eyed at the effort to not roll your eyes back into your head at the visual. making his tongue lie flat and wide, he licked broad strokes from your entrance up to your clit, soft moans from him creating a light buzz which sent shocks of pleasure up your spine. not one to keep still, his hips jolted into the bed with each lick, subconsciously chasing his own pleasure while he lost himself in the feeling of your slick folds against his lips. he dipped his tongue into you, feeling you clench.

"are you close?" he breathes, never removing his lips from you as they formed the words. you begin to nod frantically, having had enough of being edged and ignored for what felt like hours. moving your hips as much as you could in his hold, you try to push yourself against his tongue, fucking yourself onto his face. his nose accidentally bumps against your clit, and you can't help but let out a high whine.

the sound makes haechan's eyes narrow. releasing your legs from his hold, he gets up to sit back on his heels, depriving you of any touch completely.

"that's two promises you've broken, baby," he says, but the petname is devoid of any of its usual warmth. there's a sharpness in his voice that's rehearsed and deliberate, and somewhere in the back of your mind you can't say it doesn't thrill you.

his hand reaches out to caress your inner thigh, edging closer and closer to the space between your legs. suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, he delivers a harsh slap to your pussy. you mewl, involuntarily arching your back at how the feeling stings.

"you're gushing," he mocks. roughly, he prods two fingers around your hole, spreading your arousal all around. "does baby enjoy being punished?"

you can't decide whether to shake your head or nod your head, so you give a tiny whimper.

"jury's still out?" he pouts again, and it's almost obscene how the innocent expression tugs at his features, as if he hadn't buried his face in your cunt a minute ago. "guess we'll have to try again." this time, you're a bit more prepared for when his hand comes down on your clit twice, your hips stuttering as you try to jolt away and chase his touch at the same time. affected more than he's letting on, he lets out a groan as he watches the way your body shudders, completely ruined and ready for him.

"gonna fuck you now," he breathes, tugging his sweatpants off hastily. his heavy hands pull at your waist, arranging your limbs so that your hips are tilted towards him and your legs are pushed up, almost brushing his shoulders. lining himself up to your entrance, he taps his hard cock a few times against your clit, running it along your slit as he throws his head back to let out a low moan. his eyes half lidded, he begins to pump his cock lazily, spreading a mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum all over his shaft.

he looks so pretty in the moment, his chest heaving, his face glistening in an ethereal way and his eyebrows furrowing with a small crease as he pleasures himself. puffy lips stretched open as he pushes his tongue into his cheek, his whimpers melting with the obscene sounds of him stroking himself filling up the still air in the room, that the words slip out of your mouth as a mumble of sounds.

"what?" he pants, reaching in your mouth with his unoccupied hand to tug out your makeshift gag. he harshly squeezes at your cheeks a few times as you take in a few deep breaths. "words."

"i love you," you say, softly. the haze in your mind slowly clearing, you wrap a hand on his wrist and pull his hand off your face, intertwining your fingers together. "you're so good to me. i love you."

haechan stills. it's not his first time hearing you tell him you love him, so why does it make his heart start to race in an entirely different way? his cheeks flush red, as he looks down at your hand clasped in his, something so sweet and tender about the way your fingers caress his.

"you're so pretty," you continue, mumbling to yourself more than him. you can't reach his face or his neck to trace the moles you know by memory, so you settle for giving his side a small squeeze.

at your words, at the look of you all pliant and lovely beneath him, all the harshness drained out of his body as he lowered your legs down onto the bed gently. leaning down to wrap you into an embrace, his mouth finally finds yours as he kisses you slowly and deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"haechan…" you start, before biting your lip, trying to keep your sounds to yourself.

he shakes his head. "wanna hear you, baby," he tugs your bottom lip out with his teeth before kissing you again, his hands moving to your chest to softly thumb over your nipples. "let's take it slow from now, okay?" it's almost jarring, the way he makes soft shushing noises to comfort you as he pushes into you slowly, his cock stretching you open little by little.

"so fucking good, baby," he mouths against your skin, a slight tremble coursing through him as he tries not to cum immediately at the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in. "fuck, are you okay?" running a soothing hand along your thigh, he coaxes you into relaxing your muscles, and the tension in your body clears.

"wanna cum, haechan, please," you choke out, the feeling of him buried within your walls but not moving, your clit left neglected after rounds of relentless teasing, being too much to bear. "i've been good, i've-"

"you've been perfect," haechan cuts you off gently, pressing kisses from your collarbones up to the space under your jaw which always makes you melt inside. "my baby's always perfect for me."

with that, he begins to move, rolling his hips into you, gentle fingers rubbing at your clit in circular motions in time with each thrust. "feels so good, baby," he praises. "so warm and so wet, fuck…"

you think you can feel all of him, each vein and each ridge, the head of his cock hitting the soft spot inside you that has you coming undone on him rapidly. you whimper, hands pawing at his chest trying to let him know you were close, but haechan is already steps ahead. his free hand intertwines with yours, and he squeezes your hand tight as he speeds up, barely pulling out with each stroke before he's stuffing you full of him again.

"cum for me please? wanna feel you cum on me," he murmurs, gently sponging kisses on your shoulder. you cum just like that, moans and curses falling from your mouth as you fall apart on his fingers and cock. the visual of you, back arching against him and mouth slack-jawed with pleasure, pushes haechan over the edge too as he lets go, spilling his warm cum into you.

"love feeling you around me," he gasps, motions slowing to a stop, but the words twist into a sharp whine as you start to fuck yourself onto him, desperate for more. "fuck, stop, it's too much-"

"haechan," you plead with him. "i need you." the pent up frustration making you feel needy again, as you push your hips upwards.

he doesn't know exactly what effect you have on him, all he knows is that he needs to satisfy you, needs to hear more of your pretty sounds and feel your hands tracing against his skin. tears sting at his eyes as he pushes through the overstimulation, thrusting into your swollen pussy, feeling himself getting hard again.

"love you," he groans, as you latch yourself onto him, wanting to feel him as much as possible. "love you so much." and you can tell from the way he makes you cum again, and again, and again, that he does. tags: @91qowngus, @sundhaelatte, @jaemboi64, @sassy-author (wasn't able to tag those in italics, idk why😭)

#haechan smut #haechan scenario #haechan fluff #haechan au #haechan imagine

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ephemeral-among-the-stars · 7 days

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Hi there darling, saw your requests open, so I decided to slide in like the snail i am

Aventurine x reader arguments ansgt to fluff

BUT! if you're not comfortable with that, you can also write

aventurine X reader whos love language is also gift giving (like his) and reader likes to receive gifts too but feels guilty when aventurine spends too much money on them

Risking too much (ft. Aventurine)

Pairing: Aventurine x reader

Tags: angst to comfort, established relationships, slightly dark themes

Warnings: spoilers for 2.1 (mentions of Aventurine's real name), non-native english writer, might be OOC

A/N: Thank you for your request! ♡ It took some time to write, I was insanely busy the last few days, sorry qwq Don't know if this is what you wanted, but I've tried my best

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Aventurine is constantly putting everything on the line, even himself.

Needless to say, the constant risk intertwined with his life was making you terribly anxious every day. You knew that he was scared for his life, too, waiting for the fortune to leave him at any moment.

One of his recent missions was supposed to take no more than a day. "It should be a piece of cake", he said. But in the evening you were still alone, staring at the phone screen with a dozen unanswered messages. Aventurine had been online that morning, not so long after he left, but you hadn't heard from him since.

Just a horrifying emptiness.

Three long days passed before he showed up on the doorstep of your shared home, absolutely exhausted. Needless to say, you hadn't eaten or slept much the whole time, checking your private messages every now and then.

"Hey, love…" he was trying to hide his own storm of different emotions behind his usual smile. "I'm sorry, I…"

But you didn't let him finish.

"You disappeared for three days! Three!" there was so much pain and despair in your voice that every word felt like a stab to his heart. "I thought you were dead!"

To be honest, he thought he was going to die too. Maybe he lied a little about the complexity of the mission so as not make you worried, hoping that he'd get lucky and everything will end much quicker.

"Not everything went according to plan," he was ashamed to hide anything from you, even the gruesome details. "There were… Problems with some hostile people who didn't want to negotiate with IPC representatives."

"Like?.." you asked, preparing for the worst.

"Like... I was captured and they really wanted to get rid of me. But… They didn't succeed. Everything's okay now, right? I'm here. And I'm alive," Aventurine tried to smooth things over, but judging by the way tears started rolling down your cheeks, he didn't succeed either.

"Everything's okay, you say? After you nearly died?!"

His facade immediately dropped. Aventurine pressed his lips tightly together, realizing how much stress was weighting not only on him, but on you too every time. And he couldn't blame you for reacting so emotionally.

If you suddenly disappeared from his life without a word, he'd go insane.

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want an apology!" you sobbed. "I want to know that my beloved is alive and safe, that I won't have his corpse brought home to me! I'm tired of not knowing where you are or if you're okay."

Aventurine knew you had every right to be angry, to scream and cry. He just held you in a tight embrace, silently listening as you expressed everything that had built up inside you over the past three days, still repeating how sorry he was for leaving you worried.

Slowly but surely, your anger subsided, leaving only a heavy feeling somewhere in your chest. You were still crying, hiding your face in his chest. But a great weight had been lifted from your shoulders anyway.

"Please, Kakavasha," you felt him flinch at the mention of his name. "Please be careful. I don't know how I will survive without you if something happens. I've almost gone crazy these days, not knowing what to expect."

Aventurine could understand your feelings. The whole time he'd been held hostage, his thoughts were all about you, about how worried you must be, waiting for him to return.

"I won't leave you alone, no matter what, I swear," Aventurine whispered back. "I was blessed to meet you. No way I'd do anything to lose you."

You were still holding him tightly in your arms, trying to calm your racing heart. Oh, Aeons, there was no way you were going to let him get out of your embrace anytime soon.

"I'll take a few days off... A week. We can spend all this time together, alright?" he continued, gently rubbing your back. "Just you and me, doing whatever you like."

As you slightly nodded, he let out a soft sigh. How lucky he was for having you, the only person alive who really cared about him no matter what. And how ungrateful he was for keeping you worried all the time.

"Good. I've been missing you so much."

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #aventurine x you

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yawnderu · 7 months

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Parenthood — Miguel O'Hara x Reader

I love putting this man in situations.

Content: You kidnap a wombat and force Miguel to play house with you.

fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.

"You brought a living wombat into my office." Miguel notes bluntly, staring at you dead in the eyes with an unreadable expression as his slow-moving platform lowers.

"I wanted you to see it." You retort, shooting him a playful smile as you put the heavy creature on the floor, trying not to cringe at the pain on your back from carrying it. You crouch down next to it, petting it like it was a domestic pet, and it lets you.

"You could have sent a picture." Miguel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mutters in Spanish, not knowing what to make of the situation. Why was it always up to him to handle all this nonsense? He deals with timelines and the multiverse, what the hell does he know about wombats?

"Why on earth did you think you should bring this to my office?" He asks, jumping down from the platform and staring down at you and the not-so-tiny creature, hands on his hips.

"He was so miserable at the zoo! Now he's smiling and laughing— well, not really, but you get what I mean. He looks happier." You retort, looking up at Miguel to give him a sheepish grin.

"You're telling me you kidnapped a wombat just for this?" He looks between you and the wombat, who is now chasing you around. He's... both impressed and amused now. Impressed because you actually managed to do something like that, and amused because you would do something like that.

"What's his name?" He internally punches himself for falling for the bait. He knows he should have sent you away, maybe even have you arrested for stealing a zoo animal, but... you kidnapped the animal to show it to him, and it's playing with you, looking happy. It's... kind of endearing.

"I was thinking about naming him Miguel O'Hara." You answer teasingly as you lay down on the floor of his office, allowing the wombat to climb on top of you as your hands cover your face, feeling its tiny and gentle scratches on them.

"No— that's my name." Miguel says. This is adorable in the most unhinged sort of way, and he can't help but ignore the way the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly.

"Fine, then he'll be... Miggy." You poke your tongue out at him, sitting up as the wombat stays on your lap, being surprisingly calm. You made him tired by running around and letting it chase you.

"You call me that." He answered with a raised eyebrow, glancing between the wombat and you. He can feel his brain leaking out of his ears.

"Are you too selfish to share a nickname with a wombat?" You grin up at him, enjoying teasing him, just like every single time you're together. His reactions are the best, and he's so funny without even realizing, like a grumpy cat.

Miguel simply rolls his eyes, walking over and crouching down in front of you. He stares at you dead in the eye before disengaging his suit on his hand, reaching down to gently pet the wombat. His hands easily dwarfing the head of the animal, yet he's surprisingly gentle.

"Tell you what— this is my child, I'm its mother, and you'll be the father." Yes, you're trying to play house with the damn animal and Miguel. No, Miguel will not stop you, despite the way he rolls his eyes.

"I didn't sign up for this." He replies, yet he keeps petting the animal, scratching behind its ear. This girl could probably kidnap an entire herd of these if she so pleased... and he'd probably join in on it.

"You're insane." He tells her casually, though his words lack the usual bite they carry. "Actually insane." He loves her.

"You still have a huge crush on me, though." You retort teasingly, ignoring the way he's blankly staring at you, burning a hole through your head. He's probably making your head explode in his imagination.

"I don't." Miguel is a horrible liar and he knows it, yet that doesn't mean he won't defend himself against your horrible— but true accusations.

"You totally do." Your smug tone only makes things worse, forcing Miguel to try his best not to roll his eyes so far he could see his own brain. He simply sighs, ignoring you as he starts petting the wombat's tummy.

"Don't speak when I'm petting the baby. Cállate." It seems Miguel is getting a chance at parenthood with you, even when the "baby" is a 30kg marsupial. The thought of it makes the corners of his mouth slightly tilt up, looking down at the animal to hide it, yet you can still see it. The image of it puts a smile on your own face, yet this time, you keep quiet about it.

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frogspond200 · 7 months

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𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗

Requested by: Anon

Ask: OMG I DIDNT KNOW U DID YANDERE and i love a good love triangle if u want to write that BUT CAN U DO YANDERE WINTER KING AND SIMON 🙏🙏😼

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Winter King and Simon Petrikov have a complicated relationship. They strongly dislike each other due to their mutual affection for the reader, but this hatred is usually ruled out when the dear reader decides to run, they'll bond over how they will punish the reader. their feelings towards their reader intensify their rivalry.

Winter King sees Simon as a threat to his possession of the reader and resents him for any attention the reader gives Simon. He may plot ways to keep the reader isolated from Simon, becoming more controlling and possessive over time.

Simon, on the other hand, may perceive Winter King as a danger to the reader due to his icy and possessive nature. He becomes protective and worries about the reader's safety around Winter King. However, he does bond with Winter King over their feelings for the reader.

Their rivalry and animosity are fueled by their obsession for the reader.

But one thing they both have in common is becoming stern it aggressive when the reader tries to escape, I mean what would be the point? We give you everything you want. Do you hate us? You can't do this. I already got over bet I don't wanna lose you next. COME BACK!

Simon, despite his quirky and sometimes unstable mental state, expresses his love through acts of compassion and preservation. He is distressed about the reader’s safety and well-being, often acting as their guardian. His cuddles are hospitable and soothing, like a security blanket, and his kisses are filled with genuine devotion. He may occasionally slip into bouts of insanity, but he always returns to protect and care for the reader.

Winter King is fiercely possessive of the reader. He showers them with gifts, often extravagant and ice-themed. He leaves notes and messages everywhere, professing his love and obsession for the reader. His touch is cold, but he tries to make it gentle, despite his overpowering desire to keep them close. When cuddling, he insists on a freezing palace, but he wraps the reader in warm furs to keep them comfortable.

If Winter King catches the reader attempting to escape, he would likely react with a mix of sadness, anger, and desperation. He’d use his icy powers to create barriers and prevent their dear from leaving. His words would be a blend of possessiveness and longing, expressing how much he needs them by his side. He might promise to make their surroundings more comfortable and lavish to entice them to stay. Winter King would insist on cuddling, holding the reader tightly, trying to manipulate their emotions into staying with him.

Simon would react with anger and worry if he discovers the reader attempting to run away. He’d would most likely start rambling about Betty and how they were the only hope left for him, that they were the reason he was still alive today. He might apologize for any unintentional pressure he put on them and reassure them that he only wants what’s best for them. Simon would offer emotional comfort, telling stories or singing songs to distract and calm the reader. His cuddles would be warm and protective, as he tries to convey a sense of safety and security. He’d promise to be more mindful of their feelings and boundaries, hoping they’d choose to stay because they want to, not because they’re forced to.

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polarisjisung · 8 months

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PROM DATE

synopsis: when you tell your best friend that you don't have a date for senior prom, you never thought you'd also end up telling him why

wc: 1.1k

pairings: best friend!mark lee x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: like one cuss word maybe

notes: I saw this cute kid on tiktok taking his best friend to prom and my mind instantly went to mark

Insane.

To you, Mark Lee genuinely looked as though he'd gone insane.

His wide eyes bulging from their sockets, hair slicked back with a hand atop his head, mouth agape.

"Dude, you're playing" he confirms another time, and you don't understand what about the situation seems so difficult to grasp for the older, not when the words were spilling from your mouth in front of him.

"No mark, I'm not, I don't have a date" you deadpan and his eyes physically can't grow any wider if they tried to, so instead he begins shaking his head frantically, and shock isn't an expression mark wears regularly but he certainly wears it with full meaning, you realise.

You didn't have a date to prom. It was surprising to most, you had no shortage of people asking you out, no negative attributes to stop people asking you out, no reason for you to politely decline them the way you did, it made no sense to anyone, not your parents who simply didn't understand your logic or your friends who didn't see why you'd turn down the hottest guy in your year, not your best friend, mark, who didn't understand why you of all people didn't have a date to prom.

"Like you really don't have a date? like seriously?" you'd always been impatient and as your eyes bore into his mark puts his hands up in defeat

"okay okay I got it"

He seems tense for a moment, worried, and you know that expression, the one where his brows furrow and his lips turn downwards at the corners so very slightly

"You look constipated" you tease, mark doesn't seem to take notice however, lost in his own world, until you lightly smack the crown of his head.

"What?" he squeaks, staring up through the strands of brown hair that cover his eyes.

Cute

"don't stress markie" you take a seat on your bed next to him, "I'm happy without a date" and mark searches for anything in your voice that proves otherwise, but he can't find a single ounce of hesitance

You giggle at him from across the bed, standing up and marching over to your wardrobe

Mark remembers his prom last year, the one kid who didn't show up with a date ripped to shreds for being a loser, still famous in his uni life for being the nerd who couldn't score a date to prom— he knew your case was a little different, you were well liked at school, but people would talk no doubt

"You can't go without a date," he sighs, the hand in his hair now holding one of your decorative fluffy pillows painfully tight

"yes I can mark" you don't turn around, searching for the long plastic protected dress in your closet.

"people talk a lot of shit, I don't want you to be the brunt of their jokes y/n" he's serious, you can tell from the way he's not using all those mark words he'd use to address you, how he uses your name

"i don't want to go with anyone else, though," you pout, quickly upturning your lips when you find the baby blue dress at the back of your closet

Mark chooses to ignore it, the part of your sentence that awakens the disgusting feeling of the green eyed monster inside of him at just the mention of you having someone who you liked, he certainly didn't need details

"Come on, you know what people are like"

"yeah mark, and I dont care, they'll talk their shit regardless, if not today then another day, its none of their business if I have a date or not, that's all up to me"

He doesn't respond, trying to figure you out, why you're so defensive all of a sudden when, just as you said, you usually didn't give a shit what people had to say, mark included on the matters you'd already made your mind up for

"besides" you're whispering, hoping that Mark only hears your words if they'll end the way you want. "If you want me to have a date so bad, why don't you take me?"

Mark freezes, the pillow in his hands falling to the floor and in the reflection of your floor to ceiling mirror you notice two spots of bright red spreading across his cheeks and over his ears.

He heard you, that was for sure.

"don't ask things of me that you don't want me to do" he scoffs, bright and beady eyes turned dark in a second, when suddenly mark, who'd never been noticeably taller than you seems to tower over your figure.

"and who's to say I don't want you to be my date" you have no fear left in you, you'd hidden it for years, cried yourself to sleep the night mark had taken someone else as his date to prom, sent him those anonymous letters every valentines day, watched as he played volleyball with the guys on the beach with his wet hair matted to his forehead, heart thumping at every sight of him "whos to say you're not the reason I haven't said yes to a single promposal"

"You don't mean that," marks usual excited, enthusiastic voice is gone, a soft tone coming from somewhere within his throat now replacing his carefree way of speaking

"I don't want a date if its not you"

Your own tone drips with sincerity, so genuine, so tender, so sweet that he doesn't know how to respond, not with those eyes of yours staring so expectantly into his, not when he feels the heat of your breath against his neck, not when you take his hands into your own, interlocking your fingers as you flutter your eyelashes with each blink

"I think I love you" he spits out, and this time he freezes in place, not a thought in his mind until your voice breaks through his trance

"Enough to take me to prom?" you smile, those pearly whites that had his heart skipping a beat on perfect show as you pressed your forehead against his

"Enough to take you to a thousand proms"

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rafebaby · 2 months

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Frat!Rafe has his target locked in and it's shy!reader (pt.3)

part one / part two

Writer's note: Yayy, you guys, I did it. I actually delivered this part by the time I said I was going to 🤭anyways, I hope you like this one as much as the others and please, don't hesitate to share your thoughts and ideas on how you want to see this progess, 'cuz obviously this needs another part, no? also, this is getting to the dark-ish!rafe side... should I mention that somewhere? haha. anyways, love you all xxx rafebaby

While Rafe is still making his way down the crowded hallway, he sees you already exiting the building. Luckily, the sea of people parts as he passes through it with imposing presence. The more you run from him, the more interesting you become for him.

From the moment you came down the basement stairs on Friday evening, he figured it would be a fun project to corrupt you. It was safe to say he had a weakness for shy girls like you, and you were without a doubt one of the worst he’d ever encountered. Before you came in, he'd been waiting there for an hour, bored out of his mind, hoping that the night would bring him anything interesting. He had definitely noticed you before, but it wasn’t until he kissed you, his mind got locked in.

He was pleased by the way your became puddy in his hands as his tongue explored yours. Even more by the flustered shock in your eyes as you realized the power he had taken over you. Then and there, he couldn’t take any further action as you fled the scene. He simply didn’t want any person in that room to get any more involved in what was going to happen between you and him from that moment on. No, with you, he wanted to play a secret game. You were simply to precious.

As you stop by the driver’s side of your car and rummage through your bag, your heart races with anticipation, desperate to return back to hiding away from the distress the last few days have brought upon you. Away from Rafe and whatever grudge he is holding against you. However insane the idea of him somehow being bothered by you might sound, even to yourself, the anxiety your body picks up on feels undeniably real.

You're met with relief as your fingers brush against the familiar metal bunch. You grab them, swiftly moving to unlock the car door. Just as you feel a slight sense of triumph, a sudden force from behind catches you off guard, slamming the door shut with a resounding thud. Startled, you spin around, pulse pounding in your ears as you prepare to face the familiar intruder behind you. Your eyes are met with Rafe’ solid chest before you bravely but sheepishly look up at him. He’s already looking down at you. Eyes dark, yet amused?

"Running away again, huh?" he asks, his tone laced with a knowing edge that only serves to deepen the guilt weighing on your shoulders.

You shake your head. “N-no, just going home.”

He ignores your answer and presses on.

"You know, (y/n)," he breaks eye contact momentarily, scanning his surroundings before leaning in closer. He's fortunate that you always park your car in the most secluded part of the parking lot. "I really thought you’d come and talk to me today," he says, his voice low and calculating. "I thought you’d realize that what you did on Friday night wasn’t very nice, and that you’d at least show me some remorse."

You nervously swallow, feeling his presence looming over you. "I-I didn't mean to—"

He interrupts you, closing the distance even further and wearing an obviously fake sad expression. "All I did was show you how to have a good time," he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch threatening yet intimate. "I gave you what all the other girls would've wanted in a heartbeat, and you," he scoffs, "you just decided to embarrass me."

His words hang heavy in the air, his looming presence suffocating.

"But," he goes on, simultaneously bringing down his hand and taking a step back, returning some distance between the two of you, giving you some space to breathe. "You're lucky that I actually happen to be a very nice guy." He smiles, but there's a hint of menace in it. "I am willing to think about some ways you can make it up to me."

"R-rafe, I'm sorry," you stammer, your voice small, hoping that against all odds, your apology might still hold some weight.

"I just need some time to give it some thought;" he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You nod, unable to fight against him, “I understand,” is all you manage to get out. Any other response feeling inadequate in the face of his control.

"Good," he grins again, satisfaction evident in his gaze as he holds all the power. "I'll let you know when I've come up with something."

You watch helplessly as he walks away nonchalantly, as if you just had the most normal conversation, his confident stride a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you. Puzzled and unsure what to think, you're left grappling with the weight of his words. The threat looming above you feels even more ominous now. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, you finally come in motion and open your car door once again, retreating to the safety of your vehicle. As you start the engine and do your best to get out of this parking out as quick as possible, each passing second only serves to reinforce the realization that you willing let him trap you into his game, with him holding all the cards.

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callofdudes · 1 year

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I have a cute and funny prompt idea for you about a Reader asking the boys to help to confess to someone they like a lot, they clarify it was okay if they didn’t feel the same, but wanted to let them know that that’s how they felt. The boys soon realize it was themselves the reader was talking about when they asked “What do you like about him?” . When they caught the reader in their act, the reader smiled and said “You got me~…but what I said was all true…that’s how I feel” and as promised, they were okay with whatever was decided.

Thank you for stopping by! Apologies for if taking a while.

Confessing to 141 + Vaqueros.

Alejandro:

The love guru himself. You sighed heavily from where you sat at your table in the mess hall. Several of the female recruits had mozied their way into the lunch line to catch the colonel off guard for some chitchat. And what could you blame them?

He was good looking and charismatic. Hot headed and caring. Passionate in all the right fashion.

You had been friends with Alejandro and Rodolfo for a while. And you'd liked Alejandro for a while. It was blatantly obvious and Rodolfo had pointed out before how you'd practically bend with one word from the man's mouth.

And yet Alejandro never seemed to notice you. Wanted by everyone, flirtatious with everyone, and yet he seemed to avoid you. He'd buy you the occasional item on Valentine's day or curl up next to you on the cold mission mornings. But that was nothing but friendly teasing. Rodolfo said it was because Alejandro was scared. You didn't believe him for a second. But seeing those women shamelessly throwing themselves at him made your insides burn.

"You've been staring at him an awful while." Rodolfo commented from your side where he sat down with a tray of food.

"Wouldn't you know, Parra."

The sergeant major shrugged. "I would actually. I watch from the back lines, remember?"

"Yeah yeah." You muttered.

"Go talk to him." Rodolfo said as he shoved his food in his mouth. "He's got enough on his hands." You muttered venomously when he gave that classic smile to the younger officer. She patted his sleeve and that was it.

Rodolfo chuckled as you stood from your chair and approached the four of them. Alejandro noticed you immediately as you walked over. "Colonel, we need to talk." You grabbed his bicep and dragged him out of the mess hall and into a side building.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" He turned his head and managed to ground his steps. He turned and looked at you with a worried expression. "Did something happen?"

You opened your mouth to speak and you looked into his eyes. You felt your mouth run dry when he looked at you like that. Everything inside you screamed to run and never talk to him again.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that-"

Alejandro gently took your wrist and pulled you back. "No. No. You're hurting. How can I help?"

You looked down at your shoes and gulped. "I just- it's stupid."

"Nothing is stupid with you. You and Rodolfo both, you have my utmost attention beyond anything else. What do you need?"

You breathed out shakily. "I mean. They're all over you. How do you do it?" You looked back up at him and suddenly he seemed to understand. "Someone you're looking to impress?" He chuckled. "It's not Rodolfo is it-"

"What! No, no! He's like my brother! No. This guy..." You breathed out heavily. "He's more than that. I've known him for a long time and I always have tried my best to get his attention. But it's like nothing I do impresses him."

"I try making his coffee in the morning and training with him- what do I have to do to make him look at him. Really look at me."

Alejandro hummed. "Everyone is different, but being yourself should be enough."

You scoffed. "He's always so busy. He makes my heart catch on fire and every time he smiles that damn smile I feel like the world is coming down on me. Every time he gets cocky and blasts on the enemy it makes me go insane! I just want to grab him by the throat and strangle him until I can kiss his stupid fucking face-"

Your fit died down when you saw how Alejandro was now smirking. His lip was quirked up and he eyed you with a new certainty. "What? Why are you looking at me like that!?" Your cheeks burned but just the way you looked at him with utter love sick desperation made his heart clench.

"What else do you like about him?"

You opened your mouth to speak, and then you paused. He side eyes you and quirked his eyebrow up. "You want to know what I think about him? I think he's kind. He's passionate. He is so gentle and loving with his friends that you feel special every time your in his presence. He adds a level of comfort and safety that no one has ever done before. He makes you want to follow him to the end of the earth with no fucking hesitation! He's my best friend and he makes me so fucking angry that he could never be more!" You looked away and scoffed. Tears swam in your eyes and you'd cheeks burned.

Alejandro gently took your wrist and guided you back to him. "And now I've told on myself." You whispered shakily.

Alejandro pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. "We can be more. I want to be more amor. I can talk to anyone and flirt with anyone. I can throw around pick up lines like second nature. But whenever I see you I freeze. And for the first time in a long time I don't know what to say. I'm scared to force a pick up line or drop flowers at your desk. I'm scared to comment during training or stare longer than I should." He rubbed his thumb over your cheek and pressed his lips against yours. And for the first time that day you felt every emotion vanish. You pulled on his collar before he could pull away and slammed him against the wall of the building. He groaned and pulled you closer to him.

"Damn you pretty boy." He chuckled. "Was that so hard?"

"Says you pendejo."

Price:

You sat at your desk with a mountain of paperwork in front of you. You were bored and your body was tired. You pulled up another report and sighed when you saw the same shitty document with a different set of handwriting and applicant numbers. You read over if briefly and signed your name at the bottom of the approval slip.

There was a knock on your door before it clicked open and someone came in. "How are we doing in here?"

You sighed and turned in your chair to see Price walk over with a cup of tea in his hand. "You've been in here all day, you are allowed to take a break you know." He rubbed your shoulder and placed it on your desk. "You've done a lot. Allow me to do the rest."

"Oh, no it's ok. I can finish up. It's just a little repetitive Is all."

Price nodded and urged you out of your chair. "Go get some rest, I'll finish up for you." He smiled as you got up. You felt your stomach drop.

"Are you alright? You're not looking well."

You pushed away and shrugged. "It's fine. I'm fine, I'll let you finish up if you want too." Price grabbed your arm and brought you back to his side. "Y/N , you aren't ok. Are you sick?"

"No, there is just some stuff I've been dealing with."

Price smiled. "Care to talk about it? Get it off you're chest."

You sighed. "Well. There is this guy I like, but it's been worrying me because it's not exactly appropriate and is problem violating some code if I ever told him. And it's getting so hard to be around him without bursting at the seams."

He hummed. "Is it confessing that is bothering you?"

You nodded.

"Well, why don't you practice on me?"

Your head shot up and your eyes widened. "I- no! It'd awkward. And I can't just-" he placed his hand on your shoulder and motioned with his hand for you to speak. You gulped. Your heart leaped in your chest. You felt your joints tighten and your stomach twist.

You took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "I know this may not be what you want to hear, especially in such trying times. And it's probably scandalous in some written code, but for the sake of my heart I just need to say it." You felt every bit of you want to crumble under the loving, affirming and reassuring gaze Price gave you.

"Every time I see you my heart aches. You make me do some stupid shit all for the sake of being noticed. You carry so much weight and I feel like a burden when I realize just what I've done. But I'm so lovesick that I'd charge into battle as your meat shield just to keep you alive. Captain I don't care what happens but I can't let you go!" Tears prickled your eyes and your heart sped up.

"I just want to recieve as much praise as they do. I want to see your smile as much as they do. I want to prove that I'm capable of fighting... And loving. Even if you don't even see me like that I just-" You felt tears run down your cheeks and your hands came up to cling to his sweater. "I just need you to understand how much I love you!" You collapsed against his chest and sobbed into his gear.

Your heart was about to beat out of your chest, and then you felt his strong arms wrap around you. One hand cupped your lower back while the other massaged over your spine. You trembled but if felt so good in the moment to just tell him. To just get everything off your chest.

"Oh Y/N." His voice was softer than before. "He sounds dense."

"For shit he is. He's wonderful. Loving and kind. He offers all his resources to his team and places his teammates before himself. It's hard to make him angry, but I think he should do it more often. Anger looks good on him."

He chuckled. "Oh? Anything else?"

"He doesn't like to show it, but he's such a dork."

"Hey! Be nice."

"Got me. Seriously though, that's how I feel and I'm getting sick of hiding it." You smiled lazily against him. He squeezed your waist and tilted your chin to look at him. "Yes, it breaks code." He leaned in against your lips. You caught your breath with anticipation when your lips met briefly. "But they won't know." You hummed into the kiss and trailed yout fingers over his beard.

When you pulled away you were smiling. "Fluffy..." You whispered, practically kneading your fingers through his beard. He blushed, and leaned back in the kiss you again.

Ghost:

"Where is that- Gaz!" Ghost stopped the sergeant along the hallway. "Lieutenant, anything you need?"

"Where is Y/N? The training room was supposed to be clean and hour ago."

Gaz hummed. "Break room I think? Soap called, I assume that's why cleaning hasn't been done yet."

Ghost scoffed. "Fuckin' hell." He nodded the sergeant goodbye and started making his way for the break room. This was the third day in a row Soap had called you. He got it, you two were buddies, but you both could handle a week apart from each other while Soap was across seas. It wasn't the end of the world. Well. For him it wasn't. You started panicking if Soap didn't call you by at least 7PM.

He approached the break room with a heavy presence. He was intent on scolding the crap out of you for neglecting your duties for the fourth time until he heard you speaking.

"-monster of a man. I can't believe some so incredibly dense could be so incredibly hot." You winced and then sighed as if there was a pressure crushing your chest.

He pressed the break room door open and saw you laying on one of the couches. You and Soap were deep into a call and you were faced away from him. You lolled your head against the armrest of the couch while you spoke. He chose to remain silent as you continued to speak.

"I mean- come on. I don't know what I'm going to do Soap. I can't walk around acting all normal like this. He's fucking everywhere. It's like he's on my back all day, it's an incredible experience but sometimes I just want to grab him by the shoulder and kiss his stupid fucking mouth."

Ghost shifted. Oh, now this would be some good blackmail.

Soap started to speak but his voice was faint enough Ghost couldn't hear it.

"Soap. He was creepy at first but the way he makes you feel so utterly safe. I know! I can't tell you how much I want to hug him and let him wrap his arms around me."

"Soap!" You scolded something he said with a laugh.

"Remember that time he came back and just full on ripped his fucking shirt off. He was sweating and-"

"Sergeant."

You jumped like a cartoon character. He could see your soul leave your body before you hit the couch and scrambled desperately to shut your trap and stand up.

You threw your phone across the room and stood at attention. "L-lieutenant!"

Ghost scoffed. "And why are you in here instead of doing your duties?"

"I-I was talking to Soap, sir."

Ghost stood tall as he walked over to you. His eyes trained like a hunting dog onto your shaking form and relished in the way you bowed like a tree in the wind. "Odd conversation don't you think?"

"Yes sir."

Ghost got very close and nodded. "Mind telling me what you were wasting time on?"

"Well..."

"Correction. You will tell me what you were talking about. Now, start talking sergeant."

You cheeks burned so brightly Ghost almost felt sad for you. "I- we- Soap and I-" Your throat went dry and tears formed in your eyes when Ghost drew in close to you. "Spit. It. Out. Sergeant." He snarled.

"Iwasjusttalkingabouthowcuteoneofthelieutenantswas-" You gasped and bowed your head to keep from looking him in the eyes. Ghost scoffed. "Really sergeant?"

"Yes sir."

"The military is no place for love, sergeant."

"I know sir."

"So why don't you get it off your chest so you can go back to work?"

You looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Correction. You will tell me."

You shook violently at this point. You took a deep breath and without a clue what you were doing you blurted it out. "Ok! Ok! I was talking about you!" Ghost smirked.

"I can't hide it anymore! Please! I get it! I really do! But I've had this stupid crush on you for like four years and I've just been having a hard time because I can't process anything I do around you and I want to impress you! The only reason I train with König is so I can show off the moves I've learned!" You sobbed. "And I secretly relish when you come to save me from licking my own selfish wounds and bandage me up! You make my heart pound so fast I feel like I'm going to die. I only do interrogations with you because I think it's super hot and-"

Ghost pressed his finger to your lips. You choked in a breath and shuddered your shoulders.

"Breathe sergeant. Anything else?"

"You look really hot covered in blood."

Ghost chuckled softly. He rolled his eyes and leaned in against your ear. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll kiss those pretty lips of yours, if you DO YOUR DAMN CHORES!!"

You perked up, blush spread across your face.

"Can you do that?"

"Y-yes sir!"

He pressed the fabric of his mask to your cheek and slowly pulled away. "I want to see that gym cleaned by dinner."

He watched you rush away on shaky legs and crossed his arms. The things he did for you.

Soap:

You'd lost track of how many years you'd loved Johnny. You'd met him in recruitment and from day one you'd found him the most attractive man alive. Which was saying something. The two of you had laughed when you looked back at your cadet photos. You both had taken on trends and looks you thought were cool. Johnny had a long spiked mohawk that he was ordered to shave once you both made it into the military.

And boy did he cling to those braces he needed at one point after a fellow cadet had knocked him in the training room so hard his face was swollen for three days.

All of these memories were tossed back and forth between you and Soap. But over the years of getting to work with him and sticking close by you had nothing but utter adoration for the man. He made you the happiest you'd ever been it was ridiculous.

Johnny chuckled and pulled you from your thoughts. You realized you'd been staring into his eyes as he'd talked.

You were in utter bliss around him even as he finished his story.

"And that's why I'm scared of clowns."

You blinked slowly as you comprehended what Johnny had just told you while trying to fill in the gaps of what you'd missed. "Wow... I'm never going on the ferris wheel again."

"Yeah. I was stuck up there for an hour with that guy. You can only imagine what it was like meeting Ghost for the first time." You both laughed. "Oh boy."

Your grin widened. You grabbed another handful of chips and leaned back while Soap laid down and supported himself on his arm.

The two of you had been up all night talking. You'd slipped under Price's nose and gotten away with setting up the corner of Soap's room with blankets and a small light.

"Alright, alright." Johnny smiled up at you. "I've told you one of my secrets. Now you tell me yours."

You blushed. "I-I don't know..."

"Any little adventures you've been on?? Drama? What are you most scared of? I bet it's close too! You just won't tell me. Ok- let's try something else. Tell me something everyone knows that I don't!"

"Soap." You chuckled.

Johnny grinned. "Oh come on~ give something juicy!"

You chuckled softly. "Enough John."

He paused when he heard his name. "Oh, this is serious." He took a moment and gasped. "Don't tell me! Do you like someone~"

You blushed. "Maybe! But I'll tell you about something else-"

"Is it Gaz?"

"No, it's not Gaz."

"Hmm. Ghost? I'm not saying he's a bad pick-"

"No Soap. No."

"I don't like anyone."

You laid down and Johnny frowned at you. "I feel like you're lying? You almost sound upset- did your crush reject you???"

You scoffed. "He doesn't even know I love him."

"Is he with someone else?"

"No. Not that I can think of. Although he kind of flirts with everybody so..."

Johnny frowned. "I'm sorry. Maybe you should tell me who he is so I can set him straight~"

"Soap!" You grabbed a pillow and slammed if down against him. He cackled and grabbed you by the wrist. "Come on! I just want to know!" He strangled you against the ground but left enough room you could leave easily if you wanted.

He pulled away and gave you some breathing room again. "Is he sweet?"

You sighed. He wasn't going to leave it alone.

"He's so much better than that! He makes me so unbelievably happy. He can put a smile on every face he passes. His joy is just udderly contagious. But I feel like he could do so much better than me."

Soap hummed. His expression had turned almost sad as you talked. "He sounds pretty awesome." He muttered. "And don't say that about yourself. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Even as a friend-" he paused. "If he doesn't like you then he's at a loss. Because you're awesome."

"Thanks." You whispered.

"I can help you tell him? We can work together. I can get Gaz to set up a nice candle light dinner~"

You scoffed when he shrugged his eyebrows like an idiot.

"I just don't know how to tell him. It's been seven years and my heart aches whenever I look at him-"

"Seven years!?"

"Yes! I'm scared alright!?"

"Fairm continue."

"My smile always grow impossibly large and I feel my cheeks hurting whenever he makes me laugh. His jokes are so stupid and he's so talented. He's an artist you know."

Johnny perked up.

"He doesn't like me calling him that, even if his doodles are occasional." You sighed. "I've utterly fallen in love with him..."

It was quiet.

It felt awkward with Johnny just stared at you. Like the gears in his head were turning but he wasn't near close to reaching a conclusion.

"And it's alright if he doesn't love me back. I just need to tell him that I care for him so much." Throughout the exchange you couldn't look at him. You kept your eyes on the ceiling of your fort, unable to gauge Soap's expression.

"Anything else?" He asked after a while of silence.

"I want to kiss him so bad." You scoffed, a smile pulling at your lips.

Before you knew it Johnny rolled up and was now looking down on you. "All you had to do was ask." Before you could speak he drew closer and placed his lips against yours. His hand cupped your cheek, your free hand coming to his bicep to stabilize yourself.

It was sweet, and soft. When Johnny pulled away you were both stunned and a bit breathless.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He whispered, gazing longingly into your eyes. "I could guess."

"Seven years... I dinnae ken ye liked me like that."

"Oh course I like you. Are you kidding? I'm surprised I haven't spilled anything considering how much I drink with you."

"I thought you were just drunk." He smirked and kissed you again. You pulled him back down and you laid there for the rest of the night with not a care in the world.

Gaz:

Price walked into the kitchen tiredly. It was still pretty early in the morning and the only two idiots who would be up at this time was himself and Ghost. But he was rather surprised when he flicked on the lights and saw you sitting at the table. A half warm cup of tea in hand and your head busied with something.

"Y/N? You alright?"

Price put on his coffee and walked over to the table where you were sitting. You had your headphones in and we're scribbling away pretty fast on some loose paper.

"Y/N?" He touched your shoulder and startled you into awareness. You quickly took out your headphones and smiled. "Morning Captain."

"Well good morning. I didn't take you for an early riser, what are you doing up?"

"Oh. Nothing..." You looked back down at your paper and Price did as well. "Letter for your parents? It is mail day today."

"No. See. I was talking with Soap yesterday about... things. And i'd mentioned how I have a crush on someone on our team. Soap said he'd shown signs of liking me too, so I'll give it a try."

"And you're writing a letter?"

"Yeah. It'd silly but I can't find the words or even gain the confidence to talk to him to his face. So I'll write it, and leave it for him to find later."

"Hmm, smart. Just remember we have briefing today so you need to eat as well."

"Yes Captain."

It was later that morning that Gaz woke up. Dizzy and tired. Even with Captain Price always on his back he felt it was never easy to get up earlier than 6:50.

He slumped into the kitchen in his sweatpants and scratched his chest lazily while he fumbled for the coffee. Price was sitting at the table looking through something when he saw Gaz. "Ah, son, just in time."

Gaz hummed and walked over as the kettle started. When he sat down, he barely noticed the sealed letter on the table with his name written on it. He blinked and picked it up. "What is this, Captain?"

"Not sure, you should probably open it."

Gaz raised an eyebrow but opened it regardless. Inside the note was very familiar writing. He recognized it instantly as your own.

Dear Gaz, I'm sorry I can't say this to your face, but I need to put it out there for you even if you don't feel the same. I've had a crush on you for a long time, and after talking with Soap it's time to confess. I love you a lot. Every mission we go on and every night we spend watching movies until curfew. I love the little moments as much as big ones and I couldn't think of a better person to spend my time around. So thank you for being by my side throughout our journey.

There was no name at the bottom, but Gaz had been stuck doing paperwork with you enough to know what your writing looked like.

He looked up at Price and smiled. "Excuse me Captain." He slid out from the table and rushed to your room. "Y/N! Y/N!" He knocked frantically on the door until he could hear you approaching. "Ok, ok."

Once you'd opened the door Kyle barged inside and warm lips met your own. You were shocked. His hands cupped your face and he put all his might into that kiss.

You were dizzy when he pulled away and looking into your eyes softly.

"I- wow." You whispered. "I guess you caught me."

"You're stupid Y/N, I'd recognize your writing anywhere. But I'm glad it was you." You kissed him again and embraced his touch.

"Anything else you like about this wonderful Gaz person?" He smirked and you pulled him into your room. "Oh you know, he's only the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful person ever. Who else makes me coffee in the morning? Or makes sure to check on me after a mission. Who takes it upon himself to spend hours making sure that each of my wounds are tended to on the dot every day. Even if you weren't there you accompany me to debriefing when you can."

Gaz smiled. "Yeah. I do do all those things, don't I?"

"But I never imagined you'd like me back. I do all those because you're my friend. Someone I care enough for to take the blame for the stupid things you do. I love you."

Price was smirking when the two of you finally made it back to the kitchen. You seemed prouder, while Gaz was all smiles.

"I trust you kids have everything sorted out?"

"Yes Captain." You sat down at the table and looked over at him. You mouthed a thank you. And Kyle came back and placed a steaming cup of coffee on the table for you. Just like he always does.

Rodolfo:

Rodolfo always knew to weigh the consequences of drinking with you. On one hand you could be entertaining you'd even go just to be the designated driver so the others could get absolutely shit-faced. Tonight you were not interested in being responsible however.

You slumped against Alejandro as you lazily drank another shot. Your head swam and your filter was pretty much gone. You were entertaining when drunk because you would say whatever came to mind like it was totally normal. The other day when you went out you mistook Simon for a giant bar and you were addiment to somehow hang the poor soldier from the ceiling.

But now you just looked tired and lazy. You rolled your eyes as Alejandro, just as drunk slapped your hand away from taking his cup from him.

"Sssshare?"

"No, fuck off."

"Mean..."

You leaned off Alejandro and turned to Rodolfo. He was volunteering as driver after Alejandro had a hard week. Drinking away their worries wasn't the wisest way to go about things but sometimes they just needed it. So he was tried to get some water in your systems every couple of drinks.

You looked lazily into his eyes and your hand landed on his chest, fingers closing tightly around his collar. You hummed happily and leaned your face against his chest.

"Are you feeling alright Y/N? rare you ready to head home?"

You groaned loudly and moved your hand around, looking blindly for his. When he took your hand you brought it sloppily to your mouth and kissed his knuckles. "Pretty..." You mumbled.

"Oh- Y/N, what are you doing?" Rodolfo patted your shoulder as blush spread across his cheeks. What were you attempting to do.

"Rodolfo is so pretty. He's so smart and handsome-"

"That is Rodolfo you dickhead-" Alejandro interrupted.

"No! Go away!" You shoved Alejandro away from you and grinned at Rodolfo. "Don't tell him ok? It's jussst our secret. I reeeeally like Rodolfo."

Rudy blushed. He wasn't sure what to say.

"He's so soft and cute. And you think he's so weak until he shoots you in the head! Pow!" You chuckled. "Yeah, we're in the military. It'sss cool."

"He sounds wonderful..." Rudy managed.

"He's a sweetheart. You should meet him, you look a lot like him. He'd like you."

"I bet he would, he sounds very uh- open??" Rudy grasped your hands but you only took that as an invitation to get up and stand closer to him between his legs.

"Oh he's wonderful. He's so thoughtful and kind. He made up a whole rescue mission for us once because Graves was bein'.... a dick."

Rodolfo laughed softly. "Yeah? Anything else you'd like to tell this handsome Rodolfo person?"

"I just want him to know I love him" Tears suddenly formed in your eyes. "But I can't tell him. We've been friends and I don't want to wreck us. I want him to love me too- because he makes me so... So happy!!" You sobbed and collapsed into his arms.

Rudy held you and patted your back gently. "It'll be alright. I'm sure everything will go smoothly. Just tell him, it might be worth it."

You groaned and soon after you passed out.

He dragged you back to the safehouse and made sure to tuck you in tightly. He rubbed your forehead and placed a glass of water on the nightstand.

When he returned to the living room Alejandro was attempting to stand. "Come on colonel, to bed alright?" Alejandro looked up and groaned as Rudy stood him up and dragged him towards his bedroom. "I feel sick..."

Rudy chuckled. "Get some sleep, let your stomach settle down. The both of you."

He sighed when everyone was in bed and flopped down in his own quarters for some rest.

The next morning after you and Alejandro had woken up, the table was quiet. Rodolfo was busy cooking when you came in to refill your water. "Rudy?" You asked groggily.

"Yes Y/N?"

"About... Last night..."

"It's alright," Rudy left the food and gave you a comforting smile. "You don't have to be afraid. I understand." He came over and leaned in. He pressed his lips to your cheek and felt your body relax against him.

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? I'm not even upset."

"What does that make us..?"

"Well, how about you sit down and eat breakfast. We can talk once you've cleared your head, alright?"

"Alright." You started walking toward the table and felt his heart flutter.

He kissed you...

I'm going to be honest, Gaz and Rodolfo are only shorter because I ran out of brain power 😅 hope you enjoy!

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