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greeneyezblackheart · 2 years

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I saw a post you made from a really long time ago where you were talking about how much you loved GnR's music videos. And I have to agree. And if you don't mind, allow me to talk your ear off again with another one of my GnR rants.

Their music videos in the 80s (Welcome to the Jungle, Paradise City, and Sweet Child O' Mine, in particular) were just your stereotypical, 80s rock music videos. Footage of the band doing things such as riding on buses, walking down streets, with the majority of it being a crazy performance/concert. Maybe this is just me, but in the 90s- actually, as early as Patience- they seemed to shift gears from that completely. Their music videos literally became little movies. As dumb as that sounds, I'm serious! I could pop a bag of popcorn and binge GnR music videos like I'm watching movies, Shells. ESPECIALLY November Rain. When I was watching it for the first time, it literally had me thinking, "Oh, what's gonna happen next?" In Estranged, after Axl jumped off the boat: "Oh, what's gonna happen next?" Am I the only one who feels that way? Patience, November Rain, Don't Cry, and Estranged all are like little movies, to me. They have plot twists (exhibit A: Stephanie's death in November Rain) and suspenseful moments, and it's like watching a little movie. I was watching Estranged earlier today, and just...wow. I see that video a lot, and it gets me every time. So good. So, so, so good. Band performance videos are near and dear to my heart, but GnR blew me AWAY with their music videos. They're truly amazing.

Hehe, I'll never forget the first time I watched a lot of GnR's videos- November Rain and Estranged, in particular. My best friend and I went to an arcade together. She loves GnR too, and like me, she is desperately in love with Slash. Anyway, we were there for two and a half hours, and we only played two or three games. What did we do for the rest of the time? She and I sat in a broken photo booth and BINGED GnR videos. I'm being dead serious. People thought we were just hogging the photo booth, but it was broken, so she and I sat in it and watched GnR stuff. It was such a good time. I was a brand new GnR fan at the time, and once I watched November Rain, there was no turning back. I was hooked for life.

I probably sound like SUCH a lunatic. But that's my thoughts on the loveliness of GnR's music videos. 💕

The Don’t Cry/November Rain/Estranged videos are actually supposed to be a trilogy. There’s a documentary out there of the making of these videos and the stories behind them. I’ve seen bits and pieces of this documentary on YouTube, but not the whole thing in its entirety. I know the video for November Rain is based on a short story called Without You, written by Del James, a really good friend of the band’s (particularly Axl’s). It’s about a rock star who’s hung up on a chick who kills herself and the story is a look into this dude’s fucked up, drug addled mind AFTER her suicide. Anyway, DC and NR are my favorite all-time music videos. And yes, I’m old enough to remember when they were being played on MTV. I was legit obsessed with Stephanie’s wedding dress in that video. Let me tell you a little secret: I played with Barbies until I was about 12 or 13 years old. I’ve always had a very vivid imagination and I’ve always done this thing where I make up stories in my head. I still do it to this day, I have this entire alternative universe where me and Izzy are together and…

Ok, sorry…back to the topic at hand. My Barbies. I would always make up stories in my head when I’d play with them. I was a huge GNR fan from the time I was 10 years old. In my stories, my Barbies were dating the GNR guys. I had plenty of Barbies to go around and I’d pretend my Ken dolls were the GNR guys. My main Barbie was with Duff (which is who I liked best in the band until about a year ago when all of a sudden Izzy turned me FERAL), and I was so enamored of Stephanie’s dress, that I cut the front of my wedding Barbie’s dress out to resemble the NR wedding dress. It was such a mess, but with my fantastic little imagination, my Barbie’s dress was an exact replica. I even made her a little garter for her leg like Stephanie’s in the video.

Okaaaaay. So. Yes, I have a long history with my GNR boys.

So, here’s what we know about the trilogy: Stephanie and Axl are fighting in the DC video. Fact: that happened in real life with Axl and Erin Everly—he was threatening to kill himself, they fought, she grabbed the gun away from him (like in the video). Then Steph catches Ax with another chick. She knocks ol' girl RIGHT OFF the piano bench and proceeds to beat the shit out of her as the rest of the band looks on in amusement. Slash and Duff have their little tiffs with their girls. Slash drives off a cliff with his girl in the car. But let’s forget Slash and Duff for now bcs they both appear (rather comedically) in the NR video. Stephanie and Axl are married in the NR video. But why does she look so freaking unhappy? She’s choosing to marry him even tho she knows he’s a cheater. Gorgeous wedding, Duff and Slash are so adorable with the whole ring thing. As they’re leaving the church, as the (happy?) couple gets in the car, Stephanie STILL looks so sad. But why? Surely, life COULD be worse, right? Reception: RAIN! Duff (providing the comedic relief) scrambles to get under a table. Cut to the funeral, where it’s obvious that Stephanie has died from gunshot suicide, as the casket has a mirror over one side of her face, as presumably the side of her face behind the mirror is not suitable for viewing. Pretty fancy way to have an open casket funeral for a gunshot to the head death. Hmmm, yes. My first time seeing something like that. Very interesting. Axl is sad. Sorry, bud. Maybe you should’ve been nicer to your girl. The Estranged video. I think it represents Axl going crazy finally? Very indulgent. Dolphins, the ocean, a boat, Slash playing the guitar while standing on ocean waves. Axl says FUCK IT, decides to end his life by jumping off the boat, gets rescued by Duff, aaaaand all is right in the GNR world again.

I wrote you a book. One that probably doesn’t make any sense. But one thing you know I can talk forever about is my GNR. 🖤

#the november rain trilogy as seen through shells' eyes #talk of barbies and role playing #I love this band and can talk about them endlessly #hannah 🍌#southern sis ♥️#shells rambles 💬

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dumblebumblebee · 10 months

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ok something that really spoke to me in the barbie movie was the scene where barbie comes back to barbieland to find that ken has completely taken over and kicked her out of her house, brainwashed her friends, and created a society in which she can no longer thrive the way she once did.

and there are a million analyses and nuances about this movie that i could go on about forever, but right off the bat this scene just reminded me of that experience you have as a little girl, in which one of your male friends who you've known basically your whole life and grown up with says something demeaning about you. that first time when you experience misogyny from someone you thought cared about you and saw you as an equal. margot robbie's performance in this scene was just so perfect. the look on her face as she realizes that ken is doing this to hurt her. and sure, it's a retaliation for feeling looked over but nonetheless he is hurting her on purpose. he is taking something from her just to inflict pain on her. it's an amazing portrayal of what that feels like.

#barbie #barbie movie #ryan gosling #margot robbie #barbie spoilers #barbenheimer #ughghghg i could write pages of analyses on everything in this movie #the indoctrination of boys into the patriarchy #the fear of aging #finding solace in older women #the way gender roles play into everything #toxic masculinity #existential crises #i could talk about all of that forever #ugh its such a good movie #also the music was bangin

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green-tea-crow · 10 months

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Something I found interesting about the Allan praise is Midge.

Midge, who as well as Allan doesn't fit into the Barbie or Ken binary. Who as well as Allan was discontinued but didn't leave to Weird Barbie's.

Everybody loves Allan for being the weird little guy, the guy who didn't fall into patriarchy/Kendom, the guy who is so nonbinary-coded, the guy who is such a good and interesting character. And who's also a man (presumably). Allan is everything Midge could've probably been just as well, but for some reason, he was the one who got to play this role instead of Midge. Midge only got to be a joke at the beginning, and I don't remember ever seeing her after that. Midge could've been the female Allan, but for some reason, she was resigned to a passing joke.

#Somebody else could've probably worded is better #but it's something I think about and haven't seen anybody else talk about #also im not at all saying that allan is a bad character!#or that him being a man (?) didn't play a role in the climax #but im a little bitter about how midge was treated #because midge IS basically the female allan #barbie allan #barbie #barbie midge

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floorpancakes · 5 months

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pondering the idea of drawing watanuki as luka in the tailor of enbizaka because watanuki doing Girl Horror and being driven mad by jealous misplaced paranoia and murdering a bunch of people because he thinks he's being cheated on then dressing up in all their clothes and then murdering doumeki sounds fun as a detached unrealistic juicy concept treat

#and YUUKO AS CONCHITA!!!#i am aware theres bigger context and a whole evilousverse but like i mean just within the contexts of the songs and vibes #i want to dress watanuki up in fancy outfits and make him play fun little roles every so often like an idol in a drama #bjdtanuki strikes again #ok but IMAGINE if watanuki murdered several people in a jealous rage #its not realistic but it would be fun to play with like smacking barbie dolls together #maybe i shouldn't be talking cause #despite my au being designed to be as in character but also self indulgent as possible #and being meticulously sorted out in my brain #i cant get the idea of a bad end verse out of my mind #the vn writer in me needs to see it #when that fic finally gets fucking written i promise ill write a fucked up chapter where canary snaps goes feral and kills people #canary is a complicated and fascinating old man beast and i think he is very hinged and definitely will not cause earth shattering anomalie #and death omens #anyways art idea #faffing about #xxxholic #i guess

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rosesradio · 10 months

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wondering if the mutuals would actually try to fight me if i spoke my truth about the barbie movie…

#listen listen listen #it was just an acid trip…and while i agree with the messaging Of Course it just felt a little too on the nose #also was not a fan of the ‘in the patriarchy in barbieland the Barbies are being brainwashed ! there’s no other way they’d want to—#stay home and be a boring housewife !’ when like…it’s a perfectly valid choice. & feminism is about a woman’s right to choose #also something something cellulite something something #it felt like there were like a million stereotypically sized Barbies (like a size 2 or xs or whatever)—#& like 1 or 2 plus sized ones & like that was it. it feels like that for most movies these days but like where’s the medium/large girls yk #i didn’t like how they made ken a villain like i thought he’d have more of a fun/enjoyable role But I understand why they did it like that #also they never mention boys also play with Barbies? I get it’s probably more common for girls because Society but the movie was—#very sex-divided imo. and at the risk of a dad joke it kinda put girls and boys into boxes (ba doom crash)#overall between the catching the barbie plot and the stopping the Kendom plot and the ‘i wanna be a human’ thing at the end—#it’s like they were trying to put several different things together & it shows #i feel like people don’t feel comfortable talking about what they liked & didn’t about the movie because they’ll be accused of not liking—#its messages. but that’s not true for me anyway. i liked the messages and the aesthetic & all. but the way it came together was just…:/#rose.txt

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discocandles · 1 year

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Barbie punching that did IS A part of the movieehsj I was hoping it would be and I love it.

Also, Barbie goinf to the real worldf to discover herself, while Ken is just having the time of ois life

And also Barbie tallking to the lady who made, at least I hope that's who Ruth is supposed to be and she look ms so to see her it has me in the feels

Greta gerwig ily agahahgdganah

#I was just talking about the movie with my cousin #he was like will Ferrell is going to be playing will Ferrell and that's a plus #and then there's me going fucking feral #barbie #barbie 2023 #greta gerwig #and Ryan is killing it as Ken idc if you think he's too old for the role mom he's fantastic at this and I love him as Ken

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honeyboyfelix · 10 months

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oh ppl are starting to put out barbie themed asmr now 🥰

#i am so sleepy coded tbh #i think barbie role play asmr has like so much potential tbh #void talking

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rogue205 · 11 months

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What exactly did Greta Gerwig do to Barbie? 🙄

#fandom thoughts #fandom stuff #fandom things #seriously #I’ve been seeing gifs of Barbie talking about death ffs #it’s a child’s toy #and I hear that feminism plays a role too #it’s a LITTLE GIRLS toy #it doesn’t need that crap #And I say that as a woman #barbie #barbie doll

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sparklingchim · 3 months

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you're losing me 02 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5k

genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

rating: 18+

warnings: pregnancy scare, mean possessive jungkook 😾, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, fingering, choking, oc gets her hands tied bc she's a brat ! ☝🏼, blowjob, cum eating, car sex, teasingg, tipsy oc, v vulnerable oc :(, dirty talk, daddy kink, crying, one boob bite methinks

summary: having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.

a/n: it's finally here !! i hope u like it hihi <3

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Chanyeol never misses with his Halloween parties.

And usually, you never miss with your costumes too, but given the circumstance you’re glad to even attend.

Truthfully, it was entirely your own fault, and you hate to admit it because you had been extremely excited to wear your customised Barbie doll outfit, but one spill of your wine and the dress was disastrously ruined.

So you had to come up with a spontaneous Plan B.

You finally found usage for the small Victoria Secret wings from their special collection you received during a fashion show. Cinching a lace-embellished corset from Dolce & Gabbana, you paired it with a flirty ruffled miniskirt from Chanel. Your hair was crowned with crystal-embellished hairpins by Jennifer Behr. And oh, those satin heels by Jimmy Choo, adorned with dazzling crystals, added the perfect dose of sparkle to the outfit. You think you might’ve redefined last minute-magic.

“You’re trending on Twitter.”

As you sit on the couch, reaching down to retrieve the ping pong ball for Eunwoo turn at beer pong, Chanyeol abruptly shoves his phone in front of you. His screen is showing the trending page on Twitter.

“Didn’t realise my costume is that cute.” You look down on yourself. It’s a basic costume, but you would have thought that Chanyeol’s vampire look gained more attention.

“Your outfit’s cute, but everyone’s talking about what you posted on your Story,” Chanyeol remarks. He taps on your name trending and scrolls through a myriad of Tweets, with people reposting the picture.

“Oh.”

Eunwoo peeks over Chanyeol’s shoulder and reads the Tweets. He chuckles. “Everyone’s just talking about how hot we look.”

You giggle, swatting his arm.

You didn’t expect a little mirror pic creating chaos to this extent.

It was just a funny coincidence seeing Eunwoo dressed up in a matching costume to in a devil costume, complete with fitting horns and wings, creating an impromptu couple costume. It was his idea to take a picture.

You probably should have considered that Eunwoo is a rising idol and actor. Everyone adores him. And seeing him photographed next to a girl off-screen, especially when it’s not for a highly anticipated KBS drama, might not sit well with everyone.

“Has your hubby seen it?” Chanyeol asks.

You shrug. “I dunno. Maybe? He does regularly check what I post.” But he told you how busy he is today, so you’re not sure if he saw.

“Have you thought about my offer, by the way?” Eunwoo asks.

“What offer?” Chanyeol curiously chimes in.

“The lead role in my next drama. They're srill looking for an actress and honestly, I think ___ would be incredible for this one.”

Chanyeol’s eyes grow wide. “You two in a drama? That’s insane.”

“I’ve never tried acting. Not sure if I’d be any good,” you confess,

“I feel like you’re good at anything,” Chanyeol assures with a grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

They both resume playing beer pong with the others while you watch them as you drink.

As you take a sip from your drink, the weight of lingering gazes persists – less intense than in the beginning, yet a subtle scrutiny remains.

The curious looks undoubtedly trace back to the headlines two weeks ago, when pictures of Jungkook and you in his car near the gynaecologist’s building surfaced online. Captured in a vulnerable moment, perched on Jungkook’s lap with tears streaming down your face, you know how it must’ve looked like to the public.

You couldn’t stand those pictures making the rounds, especially with you in tears.

2 weeks ago

“You don’t need to worry.” Jungkook gently traces his thumb over the back of your hand.

You huff, frowning at your interlaced fingers. “But I do worry.”

“Love, if you are potentially-”

“Don’t say it!” you cut him off. “Hearing the word makes me more anxious.”

You hear him utter an exhausted sigh. “You said yourself that your period has been irregular in the past.”

“Yeah, minus the morning sickness.” Your tone is a bit sharp, maybe even sassy, and you don’t actually want it to come off that way and in another circumstance you’d feel guilty, but you’re too drained from your emotions and the conversation to care.

“But the tests you took were negative,” he tries again.

“It’s just plastic. I can’t trust it.”

You took countless of pregnancy tests weekly, filled up the bathroom bin with those stupid little things until you finally acquiesced to Jungkook’s persistent suggestion to schedule an appointment with your gynaecologist.

The slow traces on your hand come to a halt. His fingers lightly squeeze your chin, directing your gaze at him.

“I promise you, whatever the outcome is we’ll make the best of it.”

“I don’t understand how you’re able to stay calm,” you say, eyebrows arching at his composed demeanour.

In truth, this is an authentic depiction of your relationship dynamic. You deal with lots of anxiety, always have been, and Jungkook stands as the serene counterbalance – tranquil and calm, akin to a gentle, silent breeze sweeping over your arms just as it gets unbearably hot in summer and you’re out of options to cope with the temperature.

But this is concerning you both and you can’t grasp the ease with which he handles the plaguing situation.

“Either outcome won’t change anything drastically.”

You head turns to the side and your stare out the windscreen, a hint of pique evident as your tongue pokes your cheek.

“I don’t want a baby.” It’s barely a whisper under your breath. “But you want one.” Your eyes flutter back to him.

Thinking about it, it dawns on you that a potential pregnancy would undoubtedly bring joy to everyone in your life. Especially your dad, who has been eagerly anticipating it for years – bugging you about it almost every time you see him. However, at 24 you have dreams beyond motherhood. The thought of being tied down to it now fills you with a quiet sense of unease.

You know that Jungkook views it differently. It’s understandable; he is 31, and despite mutually agreeing to wait for a baby, for him it’s not the end of the world. His calm demeanour, shaped by having navigated through a previous marriage and bringing a wealth of life experience, contrasts with your apprehension.

Jungkook hesitates. “I do want a baby,” he confirms, a shadow of regretful longing crossing his face. “But it doesn’t matter. Whatever the result is, I will support it – I will support your decision.” Upon squeezing your bare thigh, he realises how cold you are. “Love, you’re freezing.” He fetches a fuzzy blanket from the backseat that he keeps there just for you. He tucks you under the comfy blanket.

“It’s ‘cause I’m scared,” you mumble, leaning back in your seat.

“Come here.” He softly anchors his hands on your hips and guides you to his lap. “It pains me to see you like this.” He wraps the blanket around you tighter. “You don’t wanna go in there and get this done quickly? Avoiding the inevitable messes with your headspace.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

Jungkook mindlessly cups your cheek, tatted knuckle skimming over your skin.

Maybe it’s the way he peers at you. With a gentle shimmer reflecting sheer fondness and poised to unfold the world at your feet, build a home for you wherever your finger points to without having to ask. Maybe it’s the way he is holding you to himself, his hands serving as a protective embrace, a shield warding off any harm that would dare come your way. Or maybe it’s the tall, daunting building on the side of the road, towering over you like a spectre of uncertainty.

But something brings tears to your eyes – making you grow smaller and younger and suddenly fragile.

“My love,” Jungkook utters tenderly. It fills you with warmth and so much love.

Worry contorts his face. His hand around you holds you tighter.

“I’m not gonna cry.” It serves more as a reassurance for yourself than for him.

“You know you can when you’re with me.”

You refuse, adamantly shaking your head. But when you lose control over the tears stinging your eyes, you bury your face into his neck.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, adding a small peck to your temple. “It’s okay to feel this way.”

“Don’t like it,” you murmur into his now tears stained skin.

“But there’s no point in denying it.”

“There’s just...so much. All at once.” You lean back a bit, finger pointing right to your heart.

“I know, love.” He gingerly caresses your back. He softens at your trembling bottom lip, a piece of his own heart falling apart upon seeing you vulnerable on his lap. “I’ll carry everything you can’t, remember?” It’s a vow that formed the foundation of your shared existence. In the quiet assurance of his voice, he continues, “I’ll carry your worries, your fears, your doubts.” His promise is a soothing melody in the symphony of your shared moment. “As long as we talk – communicate properly, this won’t be difficult.”

“But we do talk,” you reply, scrunching your stuffy nose. “No?”

“Yeah, I know.” He nods, thumbing away the tear from the corner of your eye. “But I need you to be honest with me regarding this. No hiding your thoughts from me.”

“I won’t.”

“You’re ready now?” Jungkook asks. As much as he comforts you, traces of curiosity glimmer in his eyes.

“I think so.”

“There’s nothing to worry.” Jungkook smiles in that boyish and lovely way that it coaxes a weak smile on your face.

Jungkook had been right the whole time. You weren’t pregnant.

There had been nothing to worry.

You’re still in awe at how he never doubted his feeling. He just knew you weren’t pregnant – typical Jungkook, always has this uncanny grasp on things, like an innate ability.

Your gynaecologist attributed it to a lack of vitamins and advised better hydration.

Jungkook, feeling more than a tad guilty, bombards you with constant reminders to take your vitamins, drink and eat even more than he used to.

“Is that Jeon Jungkook?” A hushed female voice utters to the person beside her.

As you gaze upward, your eyes lock onto Jungkook in the back of the crowd. A flutter dances through your heart at the mere sight of him.

Jungkook’s presence demands every ounce of attention as people instantly recognise him. He’s draped entirely in black. His pants temptingly cling to his thighs, the buttons of his shirt straining across his chiselled chest and strong arms. His Rolex sits prettily around his wrist, it’s gleam harmonising with the brilliance of his wedding ring.

And you find it so funny, silly almost, because this is just Jungkook in his work attire, you see him like this every day, and yet people’s eyes morph into tiny hearts as he effortlessly strolls by, leaving a trail of heated admiration.

Sometimes Jungkook has a way of teasing your sanity. He turns your life into a whimsical romance, making you wonder if you’re living in a silly, sappy romance movie with the dreamiest guy as the lead. Because in this fleeting moment, the world around you dissolves into a blur, and you see nothing but him. Everyone fades, except him.

“Jungkook!” You stand up, a bit wobbly on your heels. He immediately wraps his hands around your sides.

“Hi, love.” He kisses you softly.

You missed his sweet, gentle voice when he talks to you.

He rakes a stare over you, one brow arched. “You’re already drunk? Who’s been giving you drinks?”

You deny his question with a dragged out “no”. “Just a bit tipsy – if even.” Before he can comment anything else regarding how many drinks you’ve already had, you ask, “Where’d you get these cute horns from?” Your hand reaches for the hairband with two attached red horns on them.

“Don’t know the brands name. Just a cheap store down the street from the company.”

You tilt your head as you ponder. “I don’t know of any cheap store close to the company.”

A ping pong ball rolls towards you on the floor. As you bend down to retrieve the ball, Jungkook’s hand pulls you back by the waist and he picks it up himself. His possessive hand travels to your butt and he slides his palm over the ruffles of your skirt.

“You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” he whispers into your ear. He throws the little ball towards the other end of the table. You shake your head, not really comprehending what he’s implying. Your more focused on how he effortlessly threw the ping pong ball straight into the cup.

“Yah, Jungkook! Come here, I need you in my team right now!” Chanyeol yells.

Jungkook lets out a humourless laugh. “Has Eunwoo not been good enough?”

Eunwoo sends a glare his way. “Chanyeol’s just taking everything too seriously.”

Jungkook rolls up his sleeve. “Too good that I’m also competitive.”

When Jungkook has enough of beer pong after carrying his team every round, he sits down next to you, pulling you to his lap.

You were just talking with Jisoo about the newest Dior collection, but she leaves the two of you alone with a knowing smile.

Jungkook swiftly takes the partially filled cup from your grasp and places it on the table. “You’ve had plenty to drink tonight.”

“I didn’t drink that much.” You don’t know exactly how much you drank because maybe you had too much to count, but you won’t tell him.

Jungkook cocks his head. He doesn’t need you to tell him to know.

“Get up.” His palms push your lower back.

“Huh?” You play with his necktie, leaning closer to his body. “For what?”

A crooked, entertained smirk crosses his face. “For what?” he scoffs.

His tatted arm snakes around you, his rolled-up sleeve flaunting the pretty inked lines adorning his skin. Jungkook grips you close to him. He angles your face down, his lips brushing over the sensitive part of your neck until he reaches your ear.

“Gonna fuck your brainless in my car. That’s why.”

His voice has got that pretty husky rasp you love so much. Tingles spread everywhere, especially your pussy. Jungkook sucks your earlobe between his teeth, and you think you can feel his smile when an unintended moan bubbles up your throat. You squirm in his lap.

“Someone’s got excited,” he teases as his hands run up your thigh, thumb disappearing underneath the white material of your skirt.

“Don’t.” Your fingers fly to his wrist. “There are people.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Now you care about people watching?”

Your lips pull together in a confused pout.

“You never notice, do you?” He decided against sneaking his finger further between your legs. Instead, he smoothens the hiked-up fabric of your skirt, though there is not much to adjust. It’s a skimpy skirt, it barely covers you.

“Notice what?” Your sparkly heels distract you and you move your feet around, watching every crystal glitter. “You’re being confusing, Koo.”

“I’m not being confusing,” he denies.

“Yes, you are.” You shift your gaze to him. A subtle crease appears between your brows. “You told me you didn’t have time for a silly Halloween party and yet you showed up.”

Jungkook dislikes seeing you upset. He really does. It creates this unexplainable feeling of protectiveness that sits right behind his rib – annoying and intolerable, coupled with a hint of guilt. But seeing your tipsy form upset delights him the tiniest bit.

“I was able to finish off early,” he explains. “Thought I’d join you, ‘cause you wanted me to.”

“And you were pretty mean to Eunwoo.”

“He can fuck off. I really don’t care about him.” His tongue peaks out as he swipes it over his bottom lip, teeth biting at the skin with furrowed brows.

“You’re such a meanie sometimes.” You run your fingers over his eyebrows, relaxing them.

“Want me to show you how mean I can be?” He tilts his head, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“You can’t be mean to me,” you say, shaking your head as your fingers settle on his broad shoulders. “Been good today.”

“You’ve been driving me insane tonight.”

“Me? What did I do?”

Jungkook rises to his feet with you, and you stagger a little at the sudden movement, but he keeps a safe arm around you. “Always so clueless,” he mumbles as he leads you through the crowd.

“___!” someone yells your name.

You stop when you see Karina rushing towards you.

“I’ve been looking for you all night!” She hands you a drink

You look at her through apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m leaving already. I’ll see you soon!”

Jungkook takes the drink from you after you had a sip and downs the whole thing. He tosses the cup into a near trashcan as you step out of the house.

“Oh, no. I told Eunwoo I’d give him my number,” you remember. “Lemme go back.”

But Jungkook’s hand on the small of your back remains firm.

“He’s not stupid. He’ll find a way to contact your manager.” Jungkook is pissed and you’re not quite sure if you heard it right, but you think he adds a small “Doesn’t need my wife’s number.”.

“Can you imagine me in a drama?” You giggle as you think about it. “Would you watch it?” You turn your head. “You don’t like watching dramas.”

“Of course, I’d watch it. Immediately.”

Your eyes spark up and Jungkook wants to have this image of your forever ingrained in his memory. A literal angel staring at him as if he was the one that hung up the stars.

You stumble over your heels when you refuse to look ahead, pretty eyes still admiring him. “Careful, love.” He quickly steadies you.

He unlocks his car when you reach it and opens the door to the backseat for you. But instead, you pull open the passenger door and bend over to open the glove compartment.

“Are there condoms left here?”

You search for the familiar package, but Jungkook hurriedly pulls you back, shutting it closed along with the car door.

“Nothing left,” he replies. “Get in the backseat.”

As you get into the car and settle on your back, you ponder, “Didn’t realise how many times we’ve fucked in the car.”

You're not particularly interested in cars, but in rare – or apparently not so rare – moments like these, you appreciate the spaciousness of Jungkook’s G-Wagon.

Before Jungkook joins you in the car, he scans the surroundings, vigilant for any lingering onlookers. He doesn’t need you on the front page of every media outlet again. You’ve had enough of that lately, and that darn Instagram Story of yours likely fuelled the gossip mill again.

Jungkook barely uses social media. You’re the only reason he has the apps on his phone. He doesn’t follow anyone except you, only has your notifications on. During a short break he mindlessly clicked on the Instagram notification, expecting a cute picture of your angel outfit – you had texted him complaining about your ruined Barbie dress and he suggested you could use the angel wings he once saw you carrying into your wardrobe.

Safe to stay he expected everything, but a picture with fucking Eunwoo wearing fucking matching costumes.

As hours passed by, his anger didn’t simmer; instead, it prompted his decision to make a swift trip to the dollar store and join you at the party.

“You tend to conveniently forget when you’re a needy brat.”

“It’s ´cause I’m not a brat,” you reply with a huff, yanking at his tie. “Just a bit needy sometimes.”

“Hmm, just a bit needy?” His knuckle follows along your jaw, teasing you with his gentle touches and the mock sympathy seeping from his tone.

You look so cute lying here for him, with the angel wings peeking from your sides and the little sparkly pins adorning your hair. He just wants to fuck you silly.

You nod pliantly. An innocent smile blossoms on your face.

Jungkook’s hand disappears under the ruffles of your skirt, middle finger sliding over your pussy. You gasp, body twitching at the sudden touch.

“So wet already?” he sneers. “All for me?”

You grind your pussy against him, hungry for more.

“And so greedy for me.” He spreads your pussy lips, gently rubbing the pad of his finger over your sensitive clit. Jungkook moves your skirt up and an immediate glint surfaces in his eyes. “So pretty.” He slips two fingers in, smirking when you shake beneath him. “Baby’s sensitive, huh?”

He pumps his fingers into you and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. The alcohol running through your veins heightens your sensitivity to his touch. Everywhere he touches leaves a shimmering trail of tingles, enveloping your body in a cloud of euphoria, a sensation both fuzzy and dreamy.

“I want you.” You reach for his cock, but Jungkook seizes your wrist.

“Did I say you could touch?” His voice drips with condescension.

You weakly shake your head, a frustrated whine accompanying it.

“Use your big girl words.” His fingers stop moving and he completely removes them when you remain silent. “C’mon,” he urges, growing more impatient.

“No, you didn’t,” you sulk. Even dare to look at him through a frown.

“You don’t get to do anything," he tells you. He loses hie tie, wraps it around your wrist in a swift, practiced motion and ties them above your head. “Just lie there and look pretty for me.” He pulls his pants and briefs down, stroking his hard cock before he teasingly nudges his tip against your clit.

You watch him play with your pussy and you’re unable to keep the desperate moans from leaving your mouth, eagerly waiting until he aligns his cock to your entrance, slowly filling you up with his entire length. A throaty moan reverberates when he’s all the way in.

“Pussy’s so good at taking me.”

A gasp leaves your mouth as he stretches you out. “So good,” you mumble.

Jungkook waits until he knows you’re used to h is size before he starts moving his hips.

Your tits move in the confines of your corset. Jungkook’s head dips down and you feel his tongue slide over the swell of your boobs that peek out, teeth slightly grazing over your skin.

“Don’t bite,” you utter between moans.

But Jungkook does exactly that. Even sucks on your skin a little bit.

“You think you have a say on anything?” His hand squeezes your face. Traces of petulance lie in your eyes. His other hand grips your hips, fingers buried in your skin to fuck you fast.

It’s almost ridiculous how fast Jungkook gets you to your high. He knows exactly what to do to get your walls clamp around his cock, begging him to give you just a little bit more to push you off the edge.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, eyes falling closed as you the pleasure builds up in your tummy.

But then Jungkook suddenly stops moving. You open your eyes to find Jungkook smirking at your trembling body, amused when a shaky breath escapes you.

“Why would you do that? I was close!”

He pulls his cock out, tapping it over your clit.

“Hmm, no idea why I would do that?” he asks, pushing his cock back into your pussy in one swift motion.

“I haven’t done anything,” you say meekly, staring at the way he slowly fucks you. He could make you cum so easily.

Jungkook sniffs a laugh. “Can’t recall anything bad you did?”

He picks up on his pace and you can’t think at all, barely able to shake your head as more breathless moans fly past your lips.

“Posting a couple costume picture online? Fuck, ___ what were you thinking?” He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up to fuck deeper. “Wanted everyone talking about you two? Wanted to piss me off?”

“No,” you whine. “Didn't mean it that way. We- we didn’t plan on it at all. Just – when we saw each other it was really funny, and I just took a pic of it.” You’re a babbling mess at this point, the ability to form comprehensible sentences gone once Jungkook sticked his cock in you.

“I don’t fucking care,” he curses. “You know how people perceive this stuff.”

“You don’t... don’t think it was a silly coincidence?”

Jungkook is flush against you. Your nails dig into your palms at how deep his cock is buried in you.

“I should find it silly?” A deep glower settles on his face and in a sick, naughty way it turns you on, making your pussy involuntarily squeeze around his cock. “Fuck, ___, do you wanna cum at all?”

“No, please,” you fuss desperately. “Wanna cum.”

“Then start behaving. Quit being a brat.”

“I am good,” you try to convince him.

Jungkook shakes his head in dismissal. “Put on an angel costume and yet you’re such a dirty girl.”

While you may not encapsule the right persona regarding the angel outfit, Jungkook undoubtedly fucks you like the devil. So mean and selfish, teasing and cursing at you.

“Wanna be – wanna be good for daddy.”

“Yeah?” he breathes, hand travelling up your body until it reaches your throat. “Then don’t disappoint me.” With his shiny Rolex around his wrist, he wraps his fingers around you, squeezing the tiniest bit. You feel the familiar outline of his wedding ring press to your skin.

Your legs wrap around him and you try not to poke him with your heels, but tears obstruct your view and you can barely control yourself, the aching feeling to come undone is back in your tummy.

“Jungkook,” you utter between little desperate puffs. “Wanna cum so bad.”

“Only when I allow you to.” Jungkook looks down at your defeated, crushed face with a smug smirk. “Can do that, right? My wife’s capable of that, hmm?”

Your eyes flutter shut. A single tear rolls down the corner of your eye. “Yes, I – I can wait.”

“That’s my good girl.” He leans closer, whispering it into your ear. “Cock so good it’s making you cry, huh?” His lips press to the corner your eye and he kisses your tear away.

The more he talks and whispers dirty word into your ear, the harder it becomes to resist the temptation to pull yourself back and cum on his dick. But you want to be good for Jungkook, want to hear him praise you for being a patient girl.

“Slow down, please.” Your bound wrists unconsciously attempt to free themselves, but Jungkook’s knot is too tight for you to undo it. You’ll cum soon if he continues at this pace.

“Nuh-uh.” He denies firmly. “You can take it. Show me how good you are.” His fingers dig deeper into your throat and your eyes open again. His brows are furrowed, an angry flush tinting his cheeks. “That’s it. Look at me – look at me when you cum.”

It crosses your mind to secretly cum, but Jungkook’s got a knack for spotting your telltale signs, so it wouldn’t be that sneaky after all. You did try to do that once though. You couldn’t properly sit the next day.

Jungkook swipes his tongue over his thumb before he slips his hand between your legs and starts to slowly circle your clit. A devilish grin sparks up his face.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Wanna cum all over my cock?” His thumb moves faster. “Make a little mess?”

“Yes,” you pant. Pleasure seeps through your entire body and the effort to ignore the feeling becomes so exhausting, more tears fill your eyes.

“Then cum for me,” Jungkook demands, keeping a gentle trace in his voice. His gaze remains on your face and he watches you with greedy eyes as you come undone beneath him.

It happens almost instantly, like a string that snapped. You’re body shakes as your orgasm rumbles through you and you’re so sensitive you want to yank his hand away fromyour clit, but Jungkook enjoys seeing your writhe way too much to stop playing with your nub.

Shaky breaths escape you. Jungkook fucks you slower now, still rolling his hips into you with precision to hit your sweet spot.

“Doing so good, love.” The hand on your throat moves to your face, swiping away the tears. “So good for me.”

And just as you’re about to tell him you’re too sensitive, Jungkook removes his finger from your clit and pulls his cock out. He sits down and pats your thigh. “Come here.”

Despite being tired from just cumming, you’re hungry for him just by the sight of Jungkook stroking his cock. You move to sit on your thighs, tied up hands on your lap.

Jungkook gathers your hair in his hand before he moves your head down. “Open wide,” he instructs, guiding his wet cock into your mouth.

You taste yourself on his dick as your slide your tongue around him. Jungkook is close to cumming. You can feel it in the way his he impatiently pushes your head further down his cock.

“Gonna cum in your mouth.” Tiny moans fill your ear and you take as much of him inside your mouth as you can. “Fuck, just like that.”

Your mouth fills with hot, salty cum and you continue bobbing your head up and down, getting every drop of it.

“Good girl.” Jungkook pulls you away from his cock. You swallow his load as you look at him. He hums approvingly. “Wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, untying the know from your wrists. He rubs his fingers over the red marks.

“I’m fine. Didn’t hurt.” Your eyes close when he pecks your forehead.

After he pulls up his pants and briefs, Jungkook checks his phone. His fingers are quick as he types something.

“Who’s texting you at this hour,” you ask, curiously peeking over his arm.

“Just work. I left a bit abruptly.” He tucks his phone away before you can read anything.

Before more questions can leave your lips, he meets yours in a sweet kiss.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, patting your hair to tame the mess on your head. “Once we’re home, I’m gonna give your ass the attention it hasn’t got yet.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x you #bts smut #bts angst #jungkook imagine

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captainfern · 6 months

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Not rly a headcannon or anything but I can’t stop thinking about dad!price :( Doesn’t matter what scenarios nsfw or not, still pregnant or not I just need him

dad!price my beloved <33 @ghostlywhiskey also writes and loves dad!price too so definitely check out her amazing ideas :)

sfw and nsfw below the cut, fem!reader

sfw

dad!price can be both a girl dad and a boy dad and i hope you see the vision with this (just an fyi for stereotypical gender roles in regards to kids; obvi boys can have tea-parties and girls can like trucks, but it’s just for this little drabble ok ty <3)

dad!price with girls— you best believe he’s going all out with tea-parties. gets really into the fact one of his least favourite guests (a teddy) has been invited, making your daughter giggle and squeal. his beard will have glitter, or that cheap play makeup in it by the end of the day. his hat will be covered in stickers too.

dad!price with girls— loves a good rough n’ tumble with them, maybe in the sand or in the pool. puts them on his shoulders, tosses them around pretending to be a sea-monster (safely of course), splashes them or purposely gets them dirty and they’re just laughing and shrieking in happiness. you listen in, and he’s such a good dad.

dad!price with boys— races with remote control cars up and down the house (he actually gets super competitive and accidentally won on purpose once). loves listening to his boys talk about the lore of their hot-wheels universe, and he just sits there and suddenly have to play along to the fact that the red lamborghini galardo is a bad guy?? okay!!

dad!price with boys— just like with daughters, price loves the play-fighting aspect of parenting. tossing his sons against the couch, listening to them giggle and shout at him as they chase him through the house (of course they catch him!).

dad!price with his kids— teaches them all how to swim, and teaches them all how to ride a bike. enjoys teaching them life skills, and gets really proud when his kids succeed (he sobbed with happiness into your arms when each of his kids could finally read an entire children’s book aloud).

dad!price plays barbies with all of his kids, daughters and sons. gets really into it too. like no, son, your barbie can not come to his barbies birthday dinner. okay then, son, our barbies can fist fight each other for the one poorly dressed ken being kept in the attic of the playhouse.

dad!price who makes it his newfound mission to go to every event that his kids are apart of. sports, music, theatre, awards— he’ll be there, probably with his phone recording the entire thing too (in the future, he’ll definitely cry at his kids graduation).

nsfw

your husband has a huge breeding kink, obviously. after giving you time to rest after your first child (waiting until you were ready, of course), he would be stuffing you full again. stretching you open on his cock, pumping you full of his cum over and over again until it leaked out of you, and your tummy felt weirdly bloated.

he’s just obsessed with filling you— hands rubbing your tummy, watching the way your wet cunt milked his cock, plugging his spend inside you. imagining you pregnant again will most likely cause his cock to harden inside you.

price eats you out when you’re out too exhausted from a day with the kids, or being heavily pregnant. he’ll lay you nice and comfy on the bed and prop your legs over his shoulders. he’ll eat you out, kissing up your folds, licking and sucking on your puffy clit, stuffing your dripping hole with the thick muscle of his tongue.

when you come, he groans into you. he loves listening to you whimper and moan for him, whining his name. he’s come untouched against the bedsheets before— his face buried deep against your slick cunt, his hips rocking against the sheets.

he folds you over the kitchen counter (while your kids are at daycare/school) and fucks you hard. will make you come multiple times before he comes inside you. bonus points if you’re pregnant, and he can lift up your bump to ease your pressure while he’s filling your pretty pussy with his cock.

husband!price loves to talk you through it fr. “that’s a good girl, baby, there you go. takin’ my cock so well, aren’t you? takin’ it all in this tight cunt— fuck, there it is, just like that, sink yourself onto me, sweetheart. good girl, now rock those pretty hips— hngh, fuck, yeah that’s my girl. take it, baby, take all’ve my big cock in this tight fuckin’ pussy.”

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #captain john price #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #captain price #cod smut #captain john price smut #captain john price x reader

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slutabed · 10 months

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barbie spoilers?? maybe?? but idk why one of the things i loved most about the movie that i’m not seeing anyone else talk about (because maybe it’s a hard thing to bring up, or “bad” to talk about, or whatever, but) is that sharon rooney features so prominently as one of the main Barbies in Barbieland. i know sharon rooney from her role as rae earl in “my mad fat diary” where it was the first time i was seeing myself and my struggles with binge eating disorder and depression and fatness being portrayed on tv, and while maybe it wasn’t a super mainstream show (idk how popular it was in the uk), it was a show that was seeing me.

and now sharon rooney is playing a barbie in THE barbie movie, and she is not “plus size barbie” or “body neutrality barbie” or like any of mattel’s recent attempts to make barbie have a normal body despite the original doll’s unrealistic proportions. she’s just a barbie!!!! she’s as much of a barbie as any of the other barbies!!!! idk why that’s giving me such a thrill especially to see her in the movie and i can’t really articulate what it is (that a person without margot robbie’s body shape/size is perfectly, evenly on par with her in a movie of this caliber -- not the main character or star, obviously, but is equally considered as beautiful and perfect as stereotypical barbie and all the other barbies just by being herself) -- but i loved loved loved loved loved it and i’m so happy that it was just a *thing* without needing to be quantified.

#barbie #barbie movie #barbie spoilers #barbie movie spoilers #sharon rooney #idk like #obvi there's something to be said about the whole cellulite thing like how it was brought up that women are expected to be thin but not too #but not too thin #but that this wasn't mentioned but like #idk #idk idk this isn't really coherent i just like #i just love sharon rooney and im so happy she was a barbie that was just as barbie as all the other barbies :)#i loved this movie so much and this was just one thing i've been excited for since they dropped the barbie ads #and like...she was barbie :) i want to cry about it i love it

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luzsadventures · 10 months

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coming straight from my three page long notes app essay I wrote at 4am after seeing the barbie movie, some thoughts on why barbie is definitely aroace, and why that means the world to me tbh:

BARBIE IS AROACE. TELL ME IM WRONG.

barbie not wanting to be with ken is so important. she never has to explain herself. she’s just not interested. and that’s okay. she’s never shamed or ostracized because she’s not interested in ken. it's not played for jokes. there’s never even a moment of “well, maybe barbie will have a realization that ken's been there all along and they'll end up together”. nope, there’s never any expectation. and it’s not even in a girlboss feminism, “she doesn’t need a man” kind of way. she just doesn’t want that, and the movie respects that. the movie respects what she wants, which is something we don't see much when it comes to aroace rep (or like most rep when it comes to women tbh).

barbie also turns down ken in a way that makes it clear that she's just not interested. there's no hesitation or sugar coating to it. we see this in the "girls night" scene in front of the dreamhouse, when barbie says simply, she doesn't want ken there. even later on when she turns him down in ways that are a little nicer, she's still very firm in her decision. time and time again we see barbie knowing what she wants and asserting it. we live in a world where when turning down men women always feel the need to be nice about it and "let them down easy" either out of being polite or sometimes as a safety precaution. regardless, to see barbie be able to be firm in her decisions is so empowering.

I love how this subverts expectations, bc we know ken is (supposed to be) barbie’s boyfriend. she’s everything and he’s just ken (although we can get into the nuances of that statement some other time). that is the role ken has always played. so to have that subverted, to make it clear to begin with that barbie is not really all that into ken is such a nice change.

this is also SO important because barbie is a beacon of “stereotypical” femininity, and has also been historically sexualized. so the fact that the movie lets her be feminine and girly but she can still not be interested in ken is amazing. she is still allowed to be herself, and her femininity is neither tied to, nor does it detract from her want to not be with ken. the movie said girls can be feminine without being tied to male attention !! girls can be feminine just bc its fun !!

I can talk about this for hours it’s so genuinely healing for me. I doubt many others picked up on it, hell idk that this all was intentional, but I loved it <3

#some of this might not make sense bc it was 4am and i was delirious #but i stand by my statement #i'm also open to the interpretation that barbie is an ace lesbian #that also sounds about right #she's definitely some flavor of queer #barbie #barbie spoilers #aroace barbie real #aroace #aromantic #asexual #aroace rep #aroace representation #barbie 2023 #the barbie movie #barbie movie #greta gerwig #margot robbie

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bouncybongfairy · 2 months

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Love Game

Simon (Ghost) Riley x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Ghost, Keegan and yourself go on an undercover mission. Playing into your role too well makes Ghost jealous. You notice this and tease him the entire ride home. He fucks your shit up at the barracks.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Dom & Jealous Ghost, Rough Smut, Creampie

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Ghost, Keegan, and yourself were on the way to an undercover mission. The plan was to seduce one of the generals with fake naivety in order to capture and integrate him; under any means necessary. You didn’t recognize yourself once you looked in the mirror. For a couple years, you completely dedicated yourself to the task force, which wasn’t exactly the environment for club dresses and with match pumps. Your mom would be extremely happy to see you right now, looking like a bimbo barbie. As foreign as it felt, you’d be lying if you didn’t like the new look. You’d never admit it but, you were extremely excited to get the chance to have a little fun. Yes it was a serious mission but all you had to do is lure him to the boys.

“You ready?” Keegan said, parking the car in a secluded area that was scouted earlier in the week. Ghost was getting his snipper ready just in case.

“Yeah,” you said, putting the wireless earpiece in your ear and getting out of the car.

A cloud of smoke hit your face as you opened the door, the music was blaring and drunk patrons were all over the place. Walking over to the bar and ordering a drink, waiting until you spotted the target. You immediately recognized him from the debriefing, he did most of the work, approaching you and striking up conversation. Asking you what brings you to the area and what type of drinks you like. You were flirting with him, asking him about himself. It humoured you how he was so full of himself, going on and on about his ranks and time served. At first, knowing both Keegan and Ghost could hear your conversations made you nervous but the drunker you got the less you cared.

“So what are ya doing later tonight?” you asked him, after taking your third shot.

“Are you an option?” he asks, making you giggle not sure what to say, “Hmm?” he hummed into your ear, trying to get an answer out of you.

“Maybe if you work hard enough you’ll earn my ass by the end of the night,” you flirt back, pulling him back onto the dance floor.

“Holy fuck that’s…” Keegan started but then looked over at Ghost who looked pissed so he changed his course of thought,“...unprofessional. It’s- I'm gonna shut up,” he said.

He was fuming, the two of you weren’t in an official relationship; it was more of a situationship. One time he completed a mission a day before originally anticipated. After a long week, he was looking forward to collapsing in bed but you were laying in it. Not only that but you are holding one of his masks he left behind. Keeping it pressed against your face while you sleep. He practically melted at the sight and every time he thought about it his stomach flipped.

He set his duffle down and moved you over, laying down next to you. When he attempted to pull the mask out of your hands, it startled you awake. Yanking it out of his grip before realizing who it was. Letting go of the extra mask, and snuggling your face into his neck. Making sure your nose was touching the cotton, taking in deep breaths and going back to sleep. The two of you never talked about it, just ignored each other for a couple days. Now that he was hearing you drunkenly flirt with men, he wished he’d taken things farther that night. He was grinding his teeth together while listening to the audio.

You were sealing the deal, becoming too drunk to lead this guy on any further. Walking out of the bar, the general was holding you by the waist. Both of you swayed a bit, Ghost and Keegan immediately hopped out of the car and folded his shit. Putting a pillowcase over his head after restraining him and putting him in the trunk. Giggling as you watched Ghost be really rough with him, obviously jealous of the interaction you had. He walked up to you, a small amount of blood sprayed onto his mask and him breathing hard.

“Simmy!” you jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist, “Did you miss me?” you purred, biting onto the side of his mask and playfully tugging on it. He pulled you off him and helped you into the car where the real fun started.

You couldn’t keep your hands off Ghost. After sharing a room with him for months, you couldn’t ignore how sexy he is. Not even caring if Keegan was there to watch and trust; he was. Getting onto the floorboard in front of Ghost, starting to kiss his knees. He was trying his best to swat you away but he was losing the mental game. Looking up at him while on your knees was making you grow wet. He kept glancing down at you but it was obvious he was trying not to.

“Please if you’re not gonna touch me at least have your eyes on me,” you beg, pressing a kiss against his dick print. Taking him off guard, he uses both hands to grab a fist full of your hair. Moving your lips off his already leaking member and jerking his hips back. Rolling your eyes back, moaning and letting drool fall off your tongue as he ripped your head back. Ghost looks over at Keegan, who’s wide eyed and struggling to keep focus.

“Are you even watching the road?” he asked, trying to contain you as best he could.

“I- um, there’s- didn’t- fuck, what was the question?” he asks.

“ETA?” he grumbled, changing the subject.

“30 minutes,” he said.

Boy were those 30 minutes a sight to see. Doing anything you could to work him up. Everything from licking his boot while begging from him to rubbing your soaked cunt against his knees. He was using his hand to cover the erection straining against his boxers. You were kissing his hand, trying to coax him into moving it. He turned up the music to drown you out a bit. You rolled your eyes and mouthed the words ‘pussy bitch’ to him. This got his attention, the look in his eyes became dark and intolerant. Which made you finally settle down, he wasn’t looking away from you. Keeping his eyes locked on you, which was really intimidating. Making you avert your gaze.

“I’m gonna go take a cold shower,” Keegan said, parking the car taking the new prisoner to Price.

Ghost got out of the car, carrying you to his room. He threw you onto the bed, not bothering to take any of his gear off. Pulling out a knife and starting to cut the dress off you. Taking one of the torn pieces and wrapping it around your mouth. Tying it tight, not caring if some of your hair was tangled into the knot. It was so tight, your tongue was being forced to the back of your mouth. Making it impossible to swallow your saliva, it drips down your chest. He picks you up off the bed and sets you on your knees. Back against the wall and hands now resting at his boots. Slowly unzipping his fly, pulling his cock out. The fact that he was in full combat gear while you were naked and vulnerable was only making things hotter. He squats down, your eyes locked on his red and leaking tip. Noticing this, he grabs your chin and forces your eyes up.

“You had so much to say in the car. Where is that pretty little voice of yours?” he asked, rubbing the back of his index finger up and down your throat. Feeling his calloused hand on our body made you moan, leaning your body into his hand. Not being able to handle it anymore, you reach out and grab his cock. He lets you stroke him a couple times before slapping the fuck out of your chest, enjoying watching you bounce.

“I didn’t hear you ask, not even a please,” he scoffed, slapping the other. You start rambling and begging incoherently, spit covering you even more than you already were.

“That’s better,” he stood you up, pressing the front of your body against the wall, “After putting up with you all night I definitely earned this ass,” he chuckled.

Lining himself up with your entrance and pushing himself inside you. Letting his forehead fall against the top of your head, overwhelmed from being engulfed in your tight heat. Spreading your legs with his feet and holding onto the back of your elbows. Keeping you pressed tightly between his body and the wall. The feeling of sexual tension finally coming to a head, you’d dreamed about this for months. Imagining how it would feel to be owned by him and it was better than you ever dreamed. He was huge, the head of his cock pounding at your cervix. He was praising you for taking him so well, snapping his hips against your ass at an animalistic rate. Your legs were shaking, a mix of wetness and squirt were running down your thighs.

“Fuck you’re such a good little bitch, so fucking good. Fuck! Are you tightening around my cock because you don’t wanna let me go? Hmmm?” he asks, erratically thrusting his hips as you cum around him. Your walls spasming and milking his cock as he rode out his orgasm.

You passed out right after, your legs too shaky and weak to hold your weight up. He cleans you up, looking over at the clock and seeing that the meeting to run down last night's mission was in 10 minutes. He gets changed into fresh clothes, letting you sleep with the mask he was wearing last night. He could tell by the look on everyone's faces that Keegan filled them in on what transpired last night.

“Where’s y/n?” Price asked.

“She sustained some injuries from last night's mission, she’ll be out for the day,” he said, ignoring the other guys' snickers while thinking about how pussywhipped he’s becoming.

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