#Diesel x Male Reader

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Hitchhiking

Diesel x Male Reader

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July 15th, 1996

 Heat. The boiling heat of the Arizona sun was practically broiling you alive as you trekked along. Thumb pointing out with every car that passed by to no avail whatsoever. With each car passing you that caused a groan as you tilted your head back. Eventually you just couldn’t carry yourself anymore. You set your bag down sitting yourself on top of it as you stuck your thumb out again. In the distance it caught your eyes. The glint of steel and large wheels. Looked to be some type of Semi. 

 As the truck rolled to a stop you could only stare up in shock… you hadn’t expected him to even stop for you considering but, at this rate to get out of the heat it was a welcome change. You quickly climbed up to open the door. The welcome gust of air conditioning causing you to let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey thanks man! I appreciate it!” You said quickly as you adjusted your bag to slide it off your back to set it between your legs. You reached over the center console to shake the man’s hand. “(Y/N)! Nice to meet you pal!” You said with a toothy grin before the man held his hand out. It practically engulfed yours. Christ you hadn’t noticed it but this guy was a mammoth! Long dark brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, sunglasses, leather jacket and matching pants. You didn’t know many truckers… but you were pretty sure they didn’t dress like this most of the time. 

“Diesel.” He stated as he shook your hand. You could only snicker for a moment.

“Fitting name huh?” You asked with a smile before he rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah. You should meet my sister Petrol.” He smirked before pointing to the back with his thumb. “You can just huck your stuff back in the sleeper. I don’t use it.” You nodded quickly. Shifting in the seat to set your knees on it to reach back and throw your bag in the back. Diesel watched as you did. He paused for a moment however as he caught a glance to the bandana in your right pocket. Orange in color. The glance was quick. Before his eyes returned to the front window and you finally sat back down correctly.

“So.” His voice even in a relaxed state was booming. “Where you going huh?”

“Wherever you’re willing to take me! I’m just letting the people of the road take me around.” You smiled fondly. As if this was just a normal everyday occurrence.

“So, you’re just…hitchhiking too wherever?” He asked the question slowly to make sure he was getting it right. You gave a curt nod his way. 

“Eyup! Just letting kind drivers like yourself drive me around for however long you want till you grow sick of me and kick me off.” You paused for a moment. “Or kill me but I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon.”

Diesel let out a small grunt as he began to drive again. “Well since you’re going nowhere. I’m heading to a stop for the night to fuel up.” You nodded.

“Fine by me! I’ve stayed at plenty of stops. They’re pretty cool.” You set your hands on your lap. Absentmindedly tapping your thighs before looking to the radio that played a dull tune. “Any tapes?” You asked as your hand went to Reach for the dial. 

“Don’t mess with it too much.” He said quickly, shooting a glance to you that you could feel behind the gaze of his sunglasses. You pulled your hands away and nodded quickly. “My truck. My rules.” You nodded again.

“You got it sir.” 

The trip was silent. Occasionally you and Diesel would talk. Diesel didn’t seem to be much of a talker though. Answers short and curt usually when you asked. However sometimes his answers had you intrigued, work as a bodyguard specifically.

“I mean I can understand why this guy would pick you. You could probably kick anyone's ass.” Your arm was resting against the window, hand propping your head up as you looked over to him.

Diesel chuckled for a moment. Shrugging his shoulders. “Eh. Pretty much. It was fun I guess. Paid good.” 

“And your person?”

“My person?”

You rolled your eyes. “The person you guarded! Was he cool? Oh oh! Was he like a criminal?” You asked with excitement in your tone. “The president?”

“No no. No one big like that. Just a wrestler.”

“Wrestler...? The hell they need protection from?”

“With an ego like his? And a mouth that didn’t know when to stop? He needed all the help he could get.” He let out a small breath. “Shawn was cool… we were tight.”

“Like. Tight tight or…?” You trailed on with a quirked brow.

“Tight Tight.” 

The answer was enough for you. Smiling as you looked forward. “Nice man…” you nodded, silence falling over the two of you again. 

 By the time the two of you had pulled into the stop the sun was beginning to fade, you stretched your arms with a small sigh. “So, you want me to hop off here? Or can I crash with you tonight?” You asked with a smile. 

“I don’t care what you do. Whatever works for me. You’re not too much to handle.” He said with his own stretch before his hands landed back on the wheel. 

Tap tap, ti tap tap.

You quirked your brow. Diesel looked over to you. Silent for a moment. “I’m gonna fill her up.” He said before getting up. You watched as he hopped out of the truck and towards the building. You let out a small huff, leaning back and going to turn up the radio to listen to whatever rock was playing on the radio. 

 Once the door opened you looked over. Seeing him place a receipt down on the seat before closing the door again. Glancing to the side mirror you watched as he went to fill up the tank. How much gas did these things even take… you couldn’t imagine how expensive it probably was. You glanced towards the receipt again. Picking it up and noticing the purchase of a shower too. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a heat growing in your lower stomach. You glanced towards the mirror again, catching the boot tapping against pavement… he had to know. He had too. You looked forward again. It couldn’t just be a coincidence, right? It had to be real. Once he finished filling the tank you watched him walk off the shower building. You swallowed a lump you hadn’t realized formed in your throat before watching him disappear behind the door. 

  You quickly unbuckled. Reaching behind yourself for your bag to sift through the contents. You were half worried you used your last condom.

With the guy with the van but, just as you were losing hope the packaged rubber found you.  You almost shed a tear as you slid it in your pocket. Maybe God was on your side.

 Jumping down from your seat and making your way to the numbered stall he chose. You stood in front of it for a few moments before shaking away your giddiness. you tried your best to mimic the tapping he did on the steering wheel with your knock.

Knock knock knknock knock.

You heard the lock click and you quickly went to push into the shower room with a grin on your face. 

“Half worried you wouldn’t get it.” Diesel started with a smirk, and you rolled your eyes. He sat himself on the toilet in the stall. Legs spread with a cockiness radiating off of him almost.

“I’m not an idiot you know? I know what I’m doing?” You said as you walked over, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. A smile tugging on your lips. “Are you a no kissing guy?” You asked as you went to press yourself against him. “Cause that would make me really sad.” You pouted and Diesel chuckled. 

“Hey I’m like you. Anything.” You grinned at his answers before leaning in to smash your lips against his. Luckily, he met your intensity, grabbing your hips to pull you into his lap. The two of you stayed like that for a while. Nipping at lips and feeling each other up before you pulled away with a pant. Lips red from the frantic make out session. “What’s the plan big guy?” You asked with a smile as you went to sink to your knees. Diesel shook his head. 

“While I appreciate the offer I kinda wanna get straight to the point.” He said as he went to rest a hand under your chin to ease you back up. You chuckled softly. 

“Oh! What a gentleman you are.” You chuckled and Diesel rolled his eyes.

“You got a rubber?” He asked and you reached into your pocket to reveal the packaged rubber. Diesel nodded and his eyes trailed to the shower.

You let out a sharp cry as he kept rapidly pounding into you. Your attempts to stay quiet futile as you felt your face pressed against the cool wall of the shower. You prayed there was no one in the one next door. You doubted they wanted to hear you getting your guts rearranged. Once he let go of your arms you used them to help prop you against the wall, your legs starting to shake with each thrust. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” You yelled looking back. “Cmon Fuck me up!” You said before gasping as you felt his hand engulf your hip as he grunted in response and thrusted deep. Your legs nearly buckled as you saw stars. “Oh fuck… fuck fuck fuck Diesel.” You slurred hands struggling to grip at the wall. You went instead to Try and cling haphazardly to the small shelf in the shower. You felt him raise your hips slightly to get you to stand. Your back pressing against his wet chest as he used his free hand to grab you chin, making your turn to face him as he went to kiss you roughly again. You moaned deeply into the kiss as you felt a coil in your stomach snap, your back arching as you came, your body turning to jelly as Diesel quickened the pace of his own hips and you felt him shudder above you. His arms darted to wrap around you to Prevent you from falling forward. The two of you panted for a moment before you looked up to him with a small smile. He stared for a moment before giving you his own back with a chuckle. 

The two of you sat in silence on the pavement outside, say for the hum of the overhead radio. Enjoying the delicacy of cheap truck stop chili dogs and a cigarette shared between both of you. The gentleman had offered after railing you. So far it had been the best aftercare yet on your trip. The Arizona air a bit chilled now under the light of the moon. 

“So.” Diesel began after wiping his hands off with one of the napkins. You quirked a brow as you looked over taking another bite. “You sure you got nowhere specific to go?”

“Nah not really. Just doing my own thing.” 

He nodded. Moving his gaze forward. 

“I’m going up to Oregon for this delivery… you wanna stick for the ride?”

You smiled a bit. Looking forward as well towards his truck. “Yeah. I think that could be a nice change of scenery.”

[supercap2319]

Dante Reyes wanted Dom Toretto and his family to suffer for what they did to him. He was planning on killing them, but he had a better punishment for Toretto. He kidnapped his son. The young Toretto was going to suffer for the sins of his father, but only after he had some fun with him.

He saw the young man struggling against his bindings as he desperately tried to escape. Dante found that adorable. This kid was a fighter, but he would soon learn who was in charge here. He kneeled down and leaned close to him. "You're a pretty boy, ain't cha?" He ran a thumb over his lips as the young man turned his head away, trying to get his thumb off his lips.

Dante grinned. "Such pretty boy lips. Bet they would look good wrapped around my cock. What do you say, pretty boy? Wanna take a wild ride tonight?"

"Screw you! He shouted at him.

The older man laughed. "Oh, I'm afraid I'll be the one doing the 'screwing' pretty boy."

[authorhjk1]

Interlude: Above the sky

IU X Minatozaki Sana X Male Reader

You sigh as you sit in one of the chairs at the airport.

It has been a while, since you last flew with a commercial airplane. You are headed to Italy. There is an urgent meeting, involving everyone, who is important at the Diesel company. You can proudly say that you are one of them. Unfortunately though, your jet is currently being repaired and refurbished.

Waiting for the call to board the plane, you occasionally glance at the incoming passengers, while working on your laptop.

When you suddenly hear the sounds of cameras flashing and cheers, you turn around in your seat. Two women, who are being swarmed by reporters walk towards your gate.

Great. More noise. You sigh as you realize you won't be able to keep working. Luckily, boarding time starts soon.

As the women slowly get closer, you see that one of them is wearing a fancy looking suit outfit and one is wearing a simple black dress. The large bow in the second woman's hair makes her look cute. And smaller than she actually is. Because in that moment, you realize who is walking in your direction.

IU. The woman you and Miyeon had.... fun with. You wonder if she still remembers you. Not being able to identify the other woman, you are glad you are now able to board the plane.

You don't think IU saw you as you walk towards the door.

At the door the captain and the crew welcome you. Being the owner of the airline you are flying with is somewhat beneficial. Although you tried to hide it as much as possible. You usually don't like too much attention, especially when you are busy or on your way to a meeting.

Sitting down in first class, you enjoy the comfort of the chair. The blue interior matches the plane's exterior as you look around. This is somewhat your airplane after all.

It takes only a couple of minutes, before you aren't the only one in first class anymore. People start to take their seats, while you take the laptop out of your bag.

Sitting in the middle seat, you don't believe your eyes, when you see the two women sit down on your right. IU on the left, the other on the right. You could've sworn you saw her somewhere before. Guessing from the way she looks, she must be an idol as well. You see her smile. It's probably one of the cutest things you have ever seen.

Wanting to tease the older woman, you lean through the small aisle towards her.

"Can I get an autograph?"

You can't hide a teasing grin as she turns around. Her eyes widen when she seems to recognize you.

"Surprise."

"What-"

She stops, her mouth open.

"Is he a friend?"

The girl's voice sounds as cute as she looks.

"Kind of. Nice to meet you, (y/n)."

You reach around IU to shake her hand.

"Minatozaki Sana. It's a pleasure."

You watch IU looking at Sana's hand in yours, before you pull away. Not without your hand grazing against her chest. No one would notice except her. You see her look down, biting her lip.

You remember how needy she was last time, although it partially might have been the alcohol.

"How do the two of you know each other?"

IU's eyes grow wide as she hears Sana's question. For an actress, she isn't very good at hiding her surprise.

"Well.... We..."

"She was attending the opening of my restaurant."

"Oh really? Which one?"

"It's in Paris. I doubt you know it."

Sana seems to be thinking hard.

"Ah. The one Lisa went to?"

You nod.

"Exactly. I'm happy that you seem to know it."

"Of course I do. I heard the food is very delicious there."

While she gives you an adorable smile, you realize that IU is still not talking. Although her hand is resting on her naked knee, playing with the hem of her dress.

"If you are ever in Paris, I hope you will stop by."

"I will give you an awesome review."

Sana gives you a thumbs up.

"What did you eat there, unnie?"

"Hmmm? What?"

IU looks like she got caught. You expected her to be more cool about this, but it looks like she is unable to clear her mind of the things you did.

"I don't remember."

She now looks at you. Her dark eyes locked onto yours.

"But I know it was delicious."

That switch of attitude makes you silently raise an eye brow at her. How did she just got from shy and scared to hot and suggestive?

A sly smirk plays around her lips. Maybe she is a better actress than you thought.

Once the plane is in the air, you get rid of your seatbelt. The tight fabric made the situation in your pants slightly worse. IU keeps glancing at you. Sometimes a naughty smile on her face, sometimes her fingers lift up her dress. Her full thighs distract you from working.

You are glad that barely any people seem to be sitting in first class. Except for you three, there is only one man two rows ahead and an older couple maybe three rows behind you. Is it always that empty in first class?

You really do try your best to keep working, but as soon as Ji-eun stands up, you throw all caution out the window. The dress she is wearing seemed quite long. That's why you are surprised, when she reaches up to take something out of her luggage.

The black fabric rides up her body, until her lower half is almost completely exposed. Standing on her tip toes, Ji-eun shows off her ass to you. Her black thong leaves her cheeks exposed, only barely covering her pussy. You catch glimps of her lips. Remembering the last time you saw her naked pussy, you have to hold back to not just reach for it.

When she is about to sit down, Sana stands up too.

"I need to use the bathroom real quick."

She steps past the older woman, before walking down the small aisle.

Ji-eun watches her leave. You already expected something once the two of you would be alone, but not this. As soon as IU is sure no one is looking, she straddles your lap.

"I can't help it. Your cock felt so good."

Her breathless words still linger in your ear as she latches her lips onto your neck. While showering your skin with kisses, IU slowly grinds on top of you.

"Darn it. Do you know how often I got myself off thinking about that night?"

Her hands move towards your belt.

"What are you doing?"

You are finally able to talk, a little overwhelmed from the older woman's attack.

"What do you mean? You don't wanna fuck?"

"Shhh."

You shush her, afraid someone heard her.

"Here? Are you crazy?"

She just shrugs her shoulders.

"As long as you fill me with cock, I don't care where."

Her lips reattach themselves to your neck. Her hair slightly tickles, while her cute bow is right in front of your face.

You try your best. You really do. But suddenly, you find your hands underneath IU's dress. Feeling the smooth skin on her full thighs, you lean your head back, while she fumbles for your zipper. Her grinding increases as you start to feel her wetness on your leg. Only the thin fabric of your pants and her thong are between the two of you.

IU suddenly stops, looking above your head behind you.

"Shit."

You suspect it's Sana. Expecting, IU to leave, you let go of her thighs. Instead she just drops to her knees. She reaches for the blanket next to you, covering herself and your lap. You feel her warm breath against your clothed crotch as you hear Sana coming from behind.

"Excuse me. Do you know where IU unnie went?"

"I think she left right after you. In the same direction."

"Really? I didn't see her."

Sana flashes you another smile.

"Thank you."

She turns around to look at the direction she came from, before sitting back down in her seat.

You suddenly hear the zipper of your pants being opened. Which is odd, since both of IU's hands are resting on your thighs. Is she doing this with her teeth?

You feel her pull down the zipper, until finally one hand leaves your leg. Her hand undoes the button of your boxers.

If you weren't hard before, you are now as IU fishes out your cock. Her warm hand strokes your length once or twice, before you feel her wet lips wrap around your tip. You have to suppress a groan as her tongue swirls around it. IU starts to take you deeper inside her mouth. Her wet slurps barely louder than a whisper.

You place your hands on the blanket over her head, trying to hide the bulge her head is creating. Ji-eun humms around your cock in response as she keeps sucking you off.

You can't believe this is happening. Your legs start to become jelly as the woman on her knees let's her lips glide to the base of your cock. Her tongue follows, grazing the underside of your shaft.

You glance at Sana, hoping she doesn't see anything. But after looking at her once or twice, it becomes hard to look away. Since Ji-eun swallows your cock underneath the blanket, you somewhat miss the visual stimuli. Luckily, Sana is more than enough.

Since her shorts are barely covering her center, her full thighs are on display. You try to imagine them around your head, squeezing you as you eat her out. It's hard though. It's hard to focus on anything when IU is silently giving you head. You have to lean your head against your chair, trying to compensate the pleasure you are feeling. How is she so good at this?

Glancing at Sana again, you see her lean over her phone. She was typing something on it a couple of moments ago. Now it seems like she is watching a video or something. Her eyes are wide, the screen very close to her face.

When you feel yourself hitting the back of IU's throat, you press her head down. It's a subconscious action as you try to appear normal. You hear her slightly gagging when she is unable to move. Closing your eyes, you feel yourself getting closer to the end.

Ji-eun starts to become louder. You hope no one hears her as you open your eyes again. You are unable to see straight as you look around. Your eyes lock onto Sana's. The woman's head is turned towards you, her lips slightly parted. Her hand with her phone is resting on her lap, while the other tuggs a couple of strands behind her ear. Did she catch you?

Instinctively you press Ji-eun's face further into your lap, hoping Sana didn't see her head bobbing. You hear IU slightly gagging as she tries to breath through her nose while her throat is stuffed with your cock.

Sana gives you a coy smile, before she turns away again. You did catch her stealing a glance at your crotch. Fuck.

That nervous feeling doesn't last long as IU keeps working your shaft. You suddenly come to a realization. What are you going to do next? What happens after Ji-eun is done with you? How is she going to get out of there? There is no way she planing to stay on her knees until the end of her flight. Is she?

You dig your fingers into your armrests. IU keeps slobbering over your dick in almost complete silence, while her hands glide over your pants. In a normal situation you would've started to fuck her face by now. But this isn't normal. This is public. It doesn't get much riskier than that. Getting head as you sit in your seat in your airplane.

The situation worsens when you get a call. You neither have the composure, nor the current mental stability to wonder who it might be. Without even looking at the screen, you pick up.

"Hi, daddy."

You almost groan in disbelief as you recognize her voice. Checking your screen confirms your suspicion.

"Princess #1"

Wonyoung is number two, which means...

"Hi, Miyeon. What is it?"

You try to sound nonchalant, although it is almost impossible. Hearing Miyeon snicker on the other side of the call makes you blush for some reason.

"Who is it?"

"IU."

You half whisper half moan. No reason to lie.

"Well, that's great, but I'm calling because of her fellow traveller."

"What?"

You look to your right at Sana, catching her look away from you.

"She knows who you are."

"How?"

"I might have told her a thing or two about us."

You sigh.

"So?"

"Just go the bathroom in a couple of minutes. She is too shy to ask."

"Miyeon-"

"I hope IU sumbenim is taking great care of you. Her asshole was so tight when I fucked her. Just saying."

You are stunned when you realize that Miyeon hung up on you. Who does she think she is? Talking about you with Sana and then telling you to follow her friend to the bathroom? You don't need to be bright to figure out why.

You turn your head as you see Sana standing up. As she walks past you, she let's her hand glide along your arm. You look after her as she walks back towards the bathroom. She took off her jacket earlier. Her tight shorts hugg her cheeks perfectly as she walks down the aisle.

"Fuck.Ji-eun, stop."

You get the blanket off her.

IU looks up at you. Her black bow is a little tilted, her chin covered in her spit.

She let's your cock fall out of her mouth, before stroking it slowly.

"What?"

"Sana is gone and-"

"Finally."

She gets up and straddles your lap once more.

"Wait."

You hold her by her waist, before she is able to keep moving.

"Miyeon just called. She wanted me to follow Sana into the bathroom."

"Oh."

Ji-eun is visibly disappointed.

"I'm gonna go now."

She shakes her head.

"We need to finish what we started. I haven't had sex since the night in Paris. Please."

"Get off me. We will continue this after we land."

IU glares at you.

"Why? Just because she is younger than me?"

"No-"

"Fine. Go."

She gets off you, sitting down in her own seat. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest. Her lips forming a cute pout.

"Ji-eun-"

She looks up at you. Her stare shuts you up.

"I will be in Venice for four days. I expect you to make it up to me during every single second I don't have a schedule."

You nod before following after Sana. Your meeting is today, after you land. Afterwards you should have enough time for IU.

Reaching the restroom, you look around, but no one seems to care about your presence. Seeing it being unlocked, you slip inside.

As soon as you close the door behind you, you feel Sana crashing into you. Her lips attack yours, while she grinds her body against you.

"Sana, what..."

She takes a step back.

"If you are only half as good as Miyeon said...."

She trails off, before reaching for you once again. This time, you hold her waist, holding her close, while Sana invades your mouth.

And Miyeon said she was shy?

The Japanese girl, you guessed because of her name, sneaks her arms around you while she deepens the kiss. Your hands start to explore her body. You notice how slim her waist is. How smooth the skin under her shirt and how full her thighs are. Reaching behind her, you place your palms on her cheeks.

"God yes."

She sighs as you squeeze them respectively.

"I need you."

Her lips find your neck, just like IU's earlier.

"Mina played with me without making me cum."

Her breathless words make you feel goosebumps as she whispers against your neck. Who is Mina? Her bandmate?

"She started it minutes before I had to leave."

Sana kisses down your neck, slowly reaching your collarbone.

"Do you know what that does to a girl? Almost cuming and then having to wait for hours?"

You feel the Japanese girl's hands leave your neck as she reaches for your pants.

"I don't even care how you fuck me by now. Just do it. I need to cum."

While still having questions about Mina and still not sure how you got here exactly, you spring into action. If there is something, besides doing business, you are good at than it's sex. At least that's what you think. Why would you sleep with so many idols otherwise?

You hold Sana's cheeks more firmly, before lifting her off the ground. She is just as light as the others. She has gotten rid of your zipper by now and is working on the button of your boxers, which you just closed barely a minute ago.

"Take me. Take me how you want. I just need something in me."

Her breathless whisper makes you step forward, sitting her down on the edge of the sink. While you capture her lips with yours, you unbuckle her belt.

Sana moans into your mouth as you pull her shorts off her. Her pink panties already damp with arousal.

Wanting to make this quick, you just slide them aside, revealing Sana's snatch. It's a mouthwatering sight. For some reason it looks smaller than you expected.

You let you hands dance along her lower lips as it's now your turn to kiss her neck. Sana let's her head fall back, moaning in delight at your touch. For a second you wonder if you should finger her to orgasm first, but you decide against it. You want to make this quick. And you would rather have Sana cum on your cock than your fingers.

"Put it in, please."

As if on cue, Sana starts to whine.

"I'm already soaked thinking about you. Just give me that cock Miyeon always talks about."

You pull out your cock through the holes in your pants and boxers.

"That's huge."

Sana looks down in shock.

"But why is it wet?"

You don't answer. Instead you align it with her pussy. Pushing past her lips makes Sana almost fall backwards into the sink. You have to hold her firmly as her back arches. You are almost afraid she is gonna break it.

"That's fucking big."

She hisses as if she is in pain.

"I'm used to smaller toys."

You wait for her, letting her take a couple of deep breaths.

Once Sana finally adjusted to the feeling of her hole being stretched like never before, she sits back up, locking her hands behind your neck.

"Carry me. Impale me on your dick."

It's a combination of command and plea as Sana's eyes seem darker than before. Although that could be due to the dim light.

You slowly pick her up and lift her off the sink. Gravity doing it's work, slowly makes Sana glide down to your base. You see her eyes roll to the back of her head. She holds harder onto your neck with every inch she is taking.

"Oh god."

Sana sighs once you finally bottom out inside of her. It took a couple of moments, but you are more than glad it took this long. Sana's pussy is tight. Her walls grip onto you, clearly not wanting you to ever leave. For some reason, Sana's pussy feels a little similar to Rei's. Is that a coincidence? Or because they are both Japanese? You almost laugh at that thought. That's impossible.

Either way, you start to lift up Sana until only your tip is inside of her. You make her glide down along your length. Up and down. Up and down.

Before you know it, you are already truly fucking Sana inside the restroom. Her moans are muffled by your shirt, which she is biting into. Or rather your shoulder. The pain is small enough to blend out. Her moans increase in volume and numbers. They become higher and more needy.

With a strong grip on her ass cheeks, you keep moving Sana. Her body barely moving on its own, her pussy only a fleshlight for your cock.

"More. More please."

Sana let's go of your shoulder for just a moment. You keep fucking her, hoping that no one can hear her moan. Her walls start to tighten around you even further.

"Gonna cum!"

She let's out a mewl into your shoulder as she clings to you like a panda. You keep moving her up and down. Relentlessly impaling her on your cock.

"Oh god!"

Sana finally cums on your dick. Her walls squeeze you, trying to make you cum as well. Her body shakes a little, making you hold her a little tighter. The pink panties she is wearing are now soaking wet. Her hair is a mess.

"That was so good."

She is still breathing heavily, but finally stopped biting you.

"Let's go."

You start to put Sana down.

It's a difficult decision to pull out of the Japanese's snug pussy, but you could get caught any second.

"But-"

"You can do that in our seats."

"What about IU?"

"Why do you think my cock was already wet?"

Sana's mouth opens in a wide O in realization.

"That slut."

Sana giggles as she slowly starts to get her pants on. You close your zipper and open the door.

Only a couple of seconds later, you are back in your seat. But not alone. You are glad that the space in first class is so big.

"You taste so good, Sana."

IU complements her as she swallows your cock. It took no convincing at all to make IU drop to her knees in front of your seat. Sana is kneeling next to her, admiring her work.

IU's bow is bobbing up and down in rhythm with her head. One of her hands is wrapped around your base, while the other rests on your left thigh. Sana occupies your other as she leans on it, watching the older woman.

With a cute, naughty smile she shifts her gaze from IU to you.

"I hope we can do this for the rest of our stay in Venice."

Ji-eun looks up at you, her lips still wrapped around your cock. She is reminding you of the deal you two made, before you left to fuck Sana.

Without a warning, Ji-eun starts to deep throat you once again. You suddenly hit the back of her throat. This time, she doesn't silence herself. The gagging noises are probably loud enough for the other three passengers to hear.

She holds her head in place for what feel like forever. You hold onto your armrests, hoping to hold out just a little longer.

"Unnie, I want to make him cum."

Sana watches your spit covered cock fall out of Ji-eun's mouth. Her hand still holding your base, the older woman slightly points your cock in Sana's direction.

The Japanese girl sticks her tongue out. She slowly swirls it around the tip of your cock, not breaking eye contact. Her dark eyes look deeper than ever before.

She adds a hand as well. Her right is joining IU's, both of their hands cover around two thirds of your cock. Sana wraps her lips around your tip, hollowing her cheeks. Her tongue keeps swirling , while she slowly sucks you off.

It is completely different from most of the girls so far. While the others usually do this quickly with desperate need for you to finish, Sana takes her time. As if she is convincing your cock to cum on its own.

You groan as you feel the effects first hand. Shifting around in your seat, you know it's only a matter of seconds.

"Look at him. Struggling to hold it in."

IU chuckles before licking her lips.

"I can't wait to make him cum for four whole days."

Sana's mouth, both of their hands, IU's eyes, her words. It all proves too much. With one last groan, you feel yourself twitching against Sana's tongue.

A second before you explode, she pulls away. You are barely able to watch as you cum all over both of their hands. I leaks down in small streams. It coats their fingers and their wrists.

As soon as you come back down, Sana dives in for her first taste. With her daring tongue, she starts with IU's hand, slowly pulling her tongue across the older girl's fingers.

"Delicious."

She licks her lips, before turning towards IU. Since Sana must have scooped up a good amount of cum, you are in awe as you watch the two exchanging a messy kiss. You see a small string, a mix of saliva and your cum, hang from both of their chins as they keep making out.

This is gonna be a long four day trip.

And quite possibly a long flight.

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Rough Day?: Dante x Male Reader

SUMMARY: Dante comes home from a job and just needs some love; which you happen to be the best--and only--supplier he goes to… however, you are too blind to notice how he feels.

BEGINNING NOTES: >Dante x Male Reader* >Unestablished relationship;       >Dante is obviously flirting with you and you aren’t getting the hint--like REALLY painfully obvious and you are just oblivious.* >Fluff: Dante is a big cuddly softy--I really just needed something sweet. 🐻🧸🐻 >The reader isn’t a devil hunter but rather a secretary for the shop; handling paperwork and is on the shorter side* >Dante and you share some wine--I know nothing about wine so I just Googled what wine goes well with pizza and read about it lmfao >Although I don’t explicitly say what movie, I wrote this with the movie “xXx” in mind (2002: it's an action movie with Vin Diesel; it is not a porno even though it sounds like it lmfao)--it has a red lingerie scene. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a great movie--it’s as old as I am but it’s fucking great. One of my childhood favorites; highkey wanted Xander’s xXx neck tattoo--and still kind of do tbh lmao 🧸🐻🧸 *This is a bit self-indulgent and relates to me a bit more than normal. To be 100% honest I haven’t been in the best place and I need some soft stuff hence the male reader. It’s also why the requests are taking so damn long, I just hit writer's block and am having a downward swing again lol  Sorry for the inconvenience! I should hopefully break out of this soon ;))

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     The sound of the garage door opening made you look up from the mound of paperwork you were currently nose-deep in. With a small smile,  you stood up to go see who was visiting; however, you were quickly stopped by a tall muscular roadblock. Said roadblock slumped over and placed his forehead on your shoulder. 

     "Welcome home… Rough day, huh?" You lovingly placed a hand on his back, rubbing small circles into his jacket.

     Dante nodded against you, “It was a complete shit show and Vergil was crabby…”

     “Mmn, I’m sorry,” you grabbed his hand with your free one, squeezing it slightly, “Why don’t you go shower--I’ll order dinner and we can watch a movie.”

     The red devil leaned up and gave you a soft smile, his eyes creasing at the edges, "You sure? You seem busy."

     You laughed and rolled your eyes, placed a forearm on your forehead, leaning back dramatically, "Oh no-- I have to stop filling out your back taxes; what a pity…”

     Dante laughed softly and pulled you close, with you still leaning backwards, “Such a shame, I know how much you love paperwork.” 

     Your shoulder hit his chest and he took the opportunity to nuzzle himself against your exposed throat. The feeling of his stubble scraping along your neck made you squirm in his grasp, laughing loudly, “Hey-- Stop that- that tickles, Dante-!”

     “Oh? Does it now?” The red devil snuggly nuzzled the side of his jaw into you, a broad smile tugging at his features at the sound of your laughter.

     “You’re---- You’re gonna get me dirty--”

     “Mmn,” he stopped and you pivoted to face him, “Then you can shower with me…”

     You laughed brightly and, despite your previous statement of him being grungy, you hid your face in his chest attempting to hide your flustered expression, “In your dreams, Dante.”

     He wrapped his arms around you, kneading your back with his fingers, “Sometimes~”

     “Perve!” You laughed harder as you shoved his shoulder playfully.

     The two of you stood there for a few moments, Dante loudly purring against you, and enjoying your closeness. Nonchalantly you slid your face up to his shoulder, which he eagerly leaned down for.  After a moment, you placed your face against the side of his and gently pushed against him. With a happy sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair but stopped quickly upon noticing the gore within his white strands--that was now all over your hand, “Alright, mister, go shower and we can continue this later.”

     He leaned up slowly and stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes.

     “Uh-uh, no-” you turned from him, closing your eyes, “I am not falling for that; Last time we had to get a new couch because of how dirty you were and the shop smelt like a rotten butcher shop for a week.”

     “Alright, alright,” Dante smiled and cupped your cheek with one hand, slowly thumbing over your face, “I’ll be back in a jif, babe," he moved his hand to your chin, holding it with his thumb and forefinger for a moment before slowly letting go, hustling out of the kitchen.

     "Hey, make sure you’re actually clean-! Damn it…” Your words fell upon deaf ears as you listened to the creak of the stairs from him jogging up them. With a wistful sigh, you smiled softly, “What a dork.”

     After washing your hands with soap and bleach, you left the kitchen and went over to Dante’s desk. As per usual, you dialed up the local pizza parlor and within two rings they picked up. 

     “Dante!” The voice of a jolly old man echoed through the phone, “How’s my best customer?”

     You laughed, “Sorry, Dante’s showering right now; it’s--”

     “Ah, it’s Dante’s husband! How are you?”

     A fiery feeling filled your face as you sputtered out, “Dante’s what?”

     “Don’t worry, I'm fine with you being gay! Dante always struck me as a fruity guy, even back when he first started-”

     You let out an awkward laugh, “We aren’t- Dante and I aren’t even dating,” You let out another laugh, however, the longing feeling from earlier returned, "Let alone married."

     "Oh! Sorry, just with the way you two act…” The old man paused momentarily before clearing his throat, “Anyways, you want the usual?”

     “Yes, please. Can we get that delivered?”

     “Oh? Sure thing. It’ll be there in--” There was a short pause with incoherent yelling between the old man and someone else before he returned to you, “Be there in about 10 minutes, alright?”

     “Yup! Thanks so much! Have a great night, Pops!”

     “You too, kid, bye!”

     “Bye!”

     As you hung up the phone, you slumped back into the desk chair, replaying the conversation. Did he really think that Dante and you were lovers? How many others at that shop had the same idea? You bit your lip in thought. Was it that obvious that you had a crush on him? 

     With a groan, you leaned forward, placing your elbows on the desk and your face in your hands. Does Dante know how you feel? As you mulled over things, you lost track of time and never even heard Dante descend the stairs or realize he was right beside you.

     “Somethin’ wrong?”

     You flinched at the sudden noise to your right and jolted up out of the chair. 

     Dante was standing with a casual lean to his posture and a tilt of his head, obviously curious about your odd behavior. Your eyes widened at the shirtless devil and his half-lidded lazy smile. Currently, he was in just a pair of baggy black sweatpants… and that was it. His hands were neatly tucked into his pockets, inadvertently pulling down the waistband of well-worn clothing which gave you a tasteful peak at his strawberry print boxers. Although he was mostly dry, you could still see water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders and chest; which made your stare wander down from his eyes. 

     Noticing your straying eyes, Dante’s smile turned to a sultry smirk, “Like what you see, baby~?” He flexed his pecs and winked, watching your blush darken. 

     “Huh?! What- No- I wasn’t-- It’s just,” you shakily gestured to his chest, “You’re wet--”

     “Not yet I’m not,” He winked as his tilted posture deepened.

     You sputtered out gibberish as you stiffened. 

     Dante leaned closer and tilted his head, cupping the side of your face, “You know, you're pretty cute when you're all flustered and speechless.”

     As you turned into his palm, you let out an embarrassed laugh, “Yeah right, sure Dante.”

     “I’m serious,” he leaned up with a wide toothy grin, “You’re like a…” With a pause and a squint in thought, he snapped his free hand’s fingers, “A cow!”

     “Hey!” You leaned away from his hand, placing your hands on your hips, “Rude.”

     “Eh?” Dante stuck a lip out in confusion, “What? You don’t find ‘em cute or somethin’?”

     “Dante… When you call someone a “cow” you’re calling them fat and ugly.”

     His eyes widened, “Since when?”

     You shook your head and sighed, “That insult has been around for literal centuries.”

     Panicked that he may have upset you, he stumbled over his words as he tried to fix his words, “I didn’t mean for it to be insulting! Cows are my favorite animal and-”

     "Oh trust me, cowboy, I know they are," you shook your head with a laugh and broke eye contact with him. 

     Suddenly, you felt a large set of arms around you and your head was against a warm chest. Dante set his head atop yours and mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you; I just think you’re really cute and I couldn’t think of anything I find cuter than a cow. I--”

     “Dante,” you sighed and pushed against him lovingly with your head, resting your cheek against him, “You don’t have to apologize.”

     As you layed upon him, enjoying the brief and rare moment of peace, you found yourself relaxing into his hold. The smell of his body wash-- the low consistent beating of his heart-- the warm heat his body gave off-- all wrapped up into a large affectionate package. A package that you could only dream about allowing you to stay this close for the rest of your days.

     To be able to place your sleeve rather than your cheek. To tell him exactly what you have been yearning for many years. 

     But those are childish thoughts and nothing more than a dream. Someday, Dante will find a wife and leave this godforsaken business and live a happy life; all while you watch from the side and cheer him on from a distance. 

     His arms tightened around you and he began to purr lightly, “When we retire, we should buy a farm.”

     You raised a brow, “What, you still need me with you to do your taxes or something?”

     As he laughed, you felt his chest reverberate with each noise, “I need you for a lot more than that, babe.”

     “Mhm, sure you do,” you sighed and turned your head, placing your forehead against his chest.

     Before Dante could respond, a loud knock came from the front door. Excitedly, he let go of you and smiled widely, “I’ll get it.”

     As he took care of the payment for the pizza, you wandered into the kitchen to grab plates. A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the empty place where the paper plates go, knowing the replacements are on the top shelf--a shitty result of having a behemoth of a housemate. With pursed lips, you stood on your tip toes and tried to stretch up to reach the desired item. 

     Just as you were about to go get a chair to stand on, you felt a set of large hands grab your waist and pick you up. A surprised squeak left your lips and you whipped your head around to see a smiling Dante. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the plates. Carefully, Dante placed you back on the ground and backed up a bit. 

     “Thanks,” you smiled at him and grabbed a plate, handed it to him, then grabbed one for yourself.

     After Dante placed two full glasses of Malbec on the table, you sat in adjacent corner chairs--facing at an angle to see one another. There was a comfortable silence between you as you ate; well, save for the quiet happy humming that came from Dante as he ate. As you watched him, you smiled warmly. It’s times like these that make you forget how dangerous Dante actually is. How he could rip you limb to limb if he felt so inclined. With a shake of your head, you returned to eating, shoving those frightening thoughts down. 

     After some time, Dante leaned towards you and placed an elbow on the table, “So you never did tell me why you were sitting for like ten minutes with that weird expression after you ordered.”

     “Oh! It’s nothin’.”

     “Mmhmm,” Dante smiled as he took another bite of food, “Okay, let me rephrase that:” He gestured mindlessly with his hand, “I overheard your half of the call from upstairs and was wondering what Pops said to you that got you so worked up.”

     “Nothin’ important-!” Your answer was very abrupt as your face began to heat up again, which Dante noticed.

     “Come on~ It had to be something; I can ask Pops if you--”

     “No! Don’t, please,” you pursed your lips and avoided his eyes.

     His brow furrowed, “He didn’t say anything bad to you, did he?”

     “What? No! That man couldn’t say an evil thing if you held him at gunpoint.”

     “Then what?”

     “Just…” You paused with a shake of your head before sheepishly mumbling, “He called me your husband.”

     Dante finished chewing and placed his slice down, “Really?”

     With a nod and a drink, you nodded, “Yup…”

     His voice took a more serious tone as he looked you in the eyes, “Does that… bother you?”

     You shook your head ‘no’, avoiding his eyes, “Was unexpected is all…”

     The red devil laughed and went to grab his drink, but missed the glass and knocked it over.

     “Dante-!” You shot up from your seat and looked down at yourself. The glass thankfully hadn’t smashed and was still on the tabletop; however, the red wine had been spilled all over your shirt and pants, soaking straight through everything you had on. 

     “Shit, sorry!” Dante stood up as well and attempted to dry you off with some napkins he grabbed from the table, continuing to apologize.

     You instantly became flustered as you realized what Dante was doing and where his hands were, “That’s not helping--” You caught eyes with him and he noticed your expression.

     “Well,” he stood back up, placing a hand on his hip, “I could just use my tou--”

     “I’m going to shower!” You cut him off and scuttled out of the room, ignoring the growing fluttery feeling in your chest, and didn't hear Dante’s dejected sigh.

     As you were bathing, Dante cleaned up the kitchen. He put the half-eaten pizza in the fridge and then saw your wine glass was still half-full. With a casual shrug, he finished it off and placed the two glasses in the sink. Slowly, he meandered out into the living room to set up the TV when he got an idea. 

     Your shower was rather quick, being in and out of the bathroom within less than five minutes. With a small hum, you dried off, got dressed in some clean wine-free clothing, and left the room. Only to run straight into a certain white-haired man’s chest, making you jump with a startled shout. 

     “Wha-!” You stared at him for a moment before raising a brow at him, “What are you doing?”

     “Waiting for you,” the look he gave you was reminiscent of a happy puppy, making you mindlessly reach up to pat the top of his head.

     Dante leaned down and placed his head on your shoulder, purring softly from your touch. His hands wrapped around your back, finding purchase on the small of your back, and he took a deep slow inhale. Although he’d never say it out loud, he found your scent to be rather comforting and relaxing. The two of you stood there for a moment before he leaned back.

     “I have a surprise for you.”

     “Oh no,” you stared at him, “What did you do?”

     With a lip stuck out with a disingenuous frown, “Why do you assume it’s a bad thing?”

     “Dante,” you slid your hands down his arms and rested on his biceps, “Last time you said you “I have a surprise” I came home to the shop doors through the stairs and a tarp for a front door…”

     He laughed and buried his face in your neck, taking on a playfully sarcastic tone, “That was fun~! It made the shop nice and drafty.”

     “Maybe for you Mister hot-blooded but it was for like a month in the dead of winter. I froze my ass off--”

     Dante grabbed your ass harshly, “Nope, it’s still there.”

     You shoved him playfully and rolled your eyes.

     He leaned back up, “Now, can I show you the surprise?”

     With a nod, you sighed happily, “Alright, what-- Hey!”

     Instantly your feet were off the ground and he was holding you from underneath your legs; you then wrapped yourself around him, fearing he’d drop you. A large smile adorned his face as he walked down to his room, opened the door, and tossed you onto the nearby bed. He turned to shut the door and when he looked back at you, he saw that your eyes were wide and heard how fast your heart was beating; which caused his smile to take a more sultry turn. 

     Dante gestured towards the foot of the bed, where he had moved his bedside table and placed the TV on top of, “Figure it’s a little more comfortable than the couch.”

     “G-gotcha,” you shook your head and smiled, laying on your stomach to face the screen.

     He moved towards the mattress then jumped onto it, laying right beside you, “Don’t worry, I picked out a great movie--”

     “If we are watching the same fucking movie-- I swear to god--”

     “But it’s so good!”

     “I think I know every goddamned word by now.”

     Dante looked at you with his bottom lip stuck out, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.

     “No-- nu-uh--” You looked away from him and took a long deep breath, “Dante-- For fucks sake--” 

     Dante whimpered softly, making you turn back to him, and found yourself met with the red devil’s bright turquoise eyes and his brow upturned into a pout. With a wistful sigh, you shook your head and laughed, “I hate when you give me those eyes-- Fine, we can watch your movie.”

     He flashed you a wide toothy grin and reached out to grab the remote from the table, turning on the flick. 

     Bit by bit, Dante slid to lay right beside you, his body tightly tucked against yours. Slowly, he leaned his head onto your shoulder, growing sleepier with each passing minute. However, he managed to stay awake and watch the movie.

     Around an hour in, a scene came on that showed various women in scarcely any clothing; ending in a climactic scene where the main lead climbs into bed with a woman dressed in red lingerie. 

     Dante rolled onto his side, looking at you with half-lidded eyes as he spoke in a low sultry voice, “I should buy you a set like that, bet you’d look hot.”

     Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes went wide, “H-huh?!”

     He placed a hand on your bicep and slowly began to rub his thumb against you, “I mean, I know that the bra might be a little much; but the panties would be worth it at the very least.”

     “Dante---- Dante,” you turned to him, your face burning, “Why on Earth would you want me in that?”

     “You’d look hot; what other reason would I need?” He flashed you a warm suggestive smirk.

     “I mean,” you looked away with a small huff, mumbling, “Wouldn’t you want someone you’re dating wearing it?”

     Dante’s smile faded as he removed his hand, “What?”

     You continued to mumble, refusing to look back at him, “You know like someone you’re attracted to..?”

     The red devil blankly stared at you for a moment before he grabbed the remote and hit the stop button several times before dropping it somewhere onto the floor, then slid off the foot of the bed.

     Your eyes slowly turned to face him, “Dante..?”

     He pushed the ‘off’ button on the TV and turned back to face you, "Look," his voice was quiet and he looked defeated, unable to look you in the eyes, as he took a few steps closer to stand in front of you, "I know our dates aren't anything fancy or- or high quality but--"

     “What-?” You swung your legs around to sit at the edge of the bed, “Our-- huh?”

     His expression changed from a kicked puppy to a blank dumbfounded stare as his eyes met with your gaze, “Our dates.”

     You pursed your lips and shook your head, “What are you talkin’ about Dante..?”

     “Our dates--” He leaned down to look you dead in the eyes, bracing himself with his hands on either side of you against the bed, “You feelin’ alright?”

     “We aren’t--”

     “We’ve been going out for almost a year,” he pursed his lips, “I asked you out like a month after comin’ home…” 

     With a confused tilt of your head, you furrowed your brow, “I don’t remember.”

     “After Verge and I returned home, I didn’t want to…” He shrugged one shoulder with a small half-hearted laugh, “To miss out on my chance with you, so I asked you out. We went to the zoo, remember?”

     With a slightly furrowed brow, you did your best to try and remember that day. Dante was nearly welded to you during that outing; between holding your hand or having an arm snugly wrapped around your waist, he was very overly physical with you. Until now, you’d just brushed it off, thinking that Dante was just sick of being so touch-starved and you gladly gave him what he wanted.

      Admittedly, it was a two-way street, you wanted to be just as close to him as he was providing. From small things like morning hugs or more intense things like him placing a kiss on your forehead every once in a while, it was such an unexpected but welcomed experience. However, without him outright stating things, you didn’t think he meant anything of it; refusing to believe someone like him would be with someone like you. 

     You laughed, catching Dante off guard, and placed the top of your head against his chest, “I didn’t realize you meant a literal “date”.” A blush spread across your face as you stared at the floor, taking a quieter meeker tone, “I wish I had known that you-- that we were…”

     “Does it bother you? I mean if you don’t feel that way, I won’t force you to--”

     “Dante…” You closed your eyes with a shy laugh, your voice growing quieter and quieter with each word, “I just wished that I’d known the guy I’ve been into for years has the same feelings back… That’s all.”

     He paused for a moment, listening to the quickening pacing of your heart, before softly setting his hands on your shoulders causing you to look back at him. Although Dante’s gaze is always softer when it comes to you; right now, his stare seems even gentler than normal. His brow was relaxed and he had a lazy smile tugging at his lips with a very faint purr emanating from his throat. Bit by bit, the two of you moved closer and shared a tender innocent kiss. 

     When he and you pulled apart, a smile tugged at Dante’s face at your flustered appearance, “You know,” he laughed, placing his forehead on your shoulder, “I just thought you were taking things at a snail's pace, babe.”

     “I- I didn’t know- I would’ve-” You shook your head, unable to come up with a cohesive sentence. 

     Using your flustered mindset to his advantage, Dante moved to sit on and straddle your lap. With wide eyes, you stared up at the smiling man. Cautiously, you ran a hand up his middle, making note of his skin felt underneath your fingertips. Even though you’d briefly touched his torso before, this was an entirely different ballpark. Your hand made its way to his neck and you very gently thumbed over his throat. 

     Once your hand was on the side of his face, you felt a sudden nervous feeling begin to spread throughout your limbs; you’d wanted to kiss him again but found yourself hesitant to ask. Thankfully, Dante was far from reluctant.

     The red devil leaned down and kissed you again, your hand still cupping the side of his face. These kisses were longer and more impassioned. Your hands clasped around the back of his neck, as he grabbed your waist allowing him to lean you backwards. A smile tugged at his lips as he began to bite at your lower lip, taking great care not to puncture your kiss-swollen flesh. Then he made his way down your jaw and to your neck, relishing in your uneven heavy breaths. 

     As he nipped at your neck, you slid a hand into his hair and grabbed the back of his head as you arched your back. Dante took this as an okay to bite a little harder, leaving a loving mark. When he was done, he set his forehead on the front side of your shoulder, laughing softly.

     “What’s up?” You raised a brow at his odd reaction.

     Dante’s voice was quiet, “I just really love you, so damned much.”

     A very small droplet of water hit your chest as you realized why he didn’t return to your gaze.

     “I love you too Dante,” You wrapped yourself around him, tightly squeezing him, “I have for a long time.”

     He copied your action, wrapping himself around you. Another laugh left his lips as he sniffled, placing his head beside yours. As you layed intertwined, you both began to drift off to sleep; staying interwoven until morning, a feeling you’d both yearned to experience for much too long. 

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ENDING NOTES: Cows are really cute and if you disagree, you’re wrong lmao. If you’ve ever pet a calf you’ll know they are just so cute and ugHHH (I was raised on a farm, we didn’t have cows but I did get to see them a lot because of family-related stuff; so I am biased over farm animals a bit. Plus it fits Dante’s DMC 4 cowboy vibe lmao) 🐻🧸🐻 Was gonna make this a smut fic. but I just wasn’t vibing with it so it kind of ends abruptly, sorry lol

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Various Wrestlers and Actors x Fem Reader- "Camp Nowhere"

This fanfiction may be problematic for some viewers, so viewer discretion is advised...

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You have a certain sexual fantasy, but your fantasy has never really come true because some of the men in your fantasy didn't really look like this during the late 1990's.

You had a fantasy where you were a girl at a summer camp, and this summer camp has a bedroom entirely for girls and a bedroom for boys.

However, the boys and girls don't share the same bedroom for obvious reasons at this summer camp.

There were some cute boys and male counselors at this summer camp.

Because of that, you arrived to the boys' bedroom, where you were wearing a short sleeved T-shirt with no bra underneath and these short shorts.

Luckily this bedroom was filled with these male campers, and this bedroom had separate beds for these boys to sleep on.

Inside this bedroom was Don Johnson when he looked like this:

As well as Allan Kayser from "Mama's Family" when he had long hair, when he looked like this:

Eric Stoltz when he looked like this:

John Ritter when he looks like this:

Jeff Hardy in early 1997, wrestler Leif Cassidy in 1996 before he started growing facial hair, Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High", wrestler Sam Houston the way he looked in the early 1990's, Raven from ECW and WCW, Rob Van Dam during his Robbie V days in WCW, Nova from ECW during the late 1990's Jerry Lynn in the early 1990's, Chris Jericho in the 1990's (when he didn't have facial hair), and Christian Cage when he had long hair.

All of these men were grown men in those gifs and pictures as well as during those years, but they looked like teenagers.

However, it's debatable whether or not if John Ritter looked underage in his heyday.

It's also debatable if some of these men like Nova from ECW in the late 1990's looked like a teenager.

In this bedroom, Jeff Hardy, Nova and Christian had their long hair hanging down, Leif Cassidy's hair didn't look bad, and Robbie V's ponytail was slightly unkempt and a strand of his hair was sticking out, where he looked like how he looked in his WCW match against Vinnie Vegas (who would later on be Diesel/Kevin Nash).

Although, all of these aforementioned men had their long hair hanging down except for Robbie V.

You would put the Young Bucks in the 2010's (before they grew facial hair) and maybe 2010's Dean Ambrose in the WWE in this fantasy, but you had this fantasy in the late 1990's.

When you arrived to this bedroom, your nipples were poking through your shirt and your breasts were slightly sticking out of your T-shirt.

You didn't wear a bra under your shirt on purpose so you could sexually arouse these horny teenage boys.

And their sexual arousal was working, these boys in this room noticed your nipples poking through the fabric of your shirt and not wearing a bra under your top, and their eyes couldn't stop staring at your nipples and chest.

Their eyes were glued to your chest with smiles on their faces, whereas you stood there with your head slightly tilting and your mouth smirking.  

You could've worn an even cuter outfit, like wearing nothing but a short sleeved white T-shirt, some short sleeved T-shirt that has one of your shoulders peeking out, a sleeping shirt or even some babydoll nighty.

 Eventually, driving the hormones of these boys' wild lead to what you came to this boys' bedroom for.

Don Johnson stood in front of you---close enough to touch you, and as he stood in front of you your face and his face leaned closer to each other until your lips locked in between his mouth, where you and he proceed to start making out with each other.

As you and Don made out, Don's hands grabbed your shirt and pulled it up your torso and over your head, where he tossed it away.

Your hands grabbed his T-shirt and raised it up his torso and over his head, where you threw his shirt away when it was over his head.

Your tongue licked and caressed the top of his tongue while you undressed him, and his tongue stroked and tickled your tongue while he tried getting you out of your clothes.

While you and he French kissed each other, his hands grabbed both your shorts and your panties, where he dropped them down to your ankles.

Your feet escaped out of your tennis shoes and you raised your feet out of the of your shorts and panties.

Your hands grabbed his shorts and let them drop down to his ankles, and he wore no underwear under his shorts.

His feet raised out of the of his shorts when they reached his ankles.

These boys watching you and Don kiss each other were jealous, they wanted to kiss you too.

It would probably turn into a brawl of hormones and testosterone over them fighting over who gets to kiss you first.

But they'll all get their turns too.

Don Johnson had such beautiful hair, you'd love to run your fingers through it.

One of your hands reached behind his head, where you buried your fingers through his silky hair and ran your fingers down through it.

One of Don's hands reached to your vulva, where his fingers felt your moist pussy.

"I bet you've got a sweet pussy" Don said with a grin on his face in between kisses.

The rest of these boys huddled and swarmed around you, where they were all trying to find spots for them to bite and suck your neck.

The boys that hunched around you to prepare to give you hickeys were Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Nova, Allan Kayser, John Ritter, Eric Stoltz, Robbie V, and Leif Cassidy.

Some of the others like Chris Jericho and Raven did try to squeeze in between some of these men, but they were a bit too big.

Luckily some of these men circling around you like Jeff Hardy, Eric Stoltz and Christian Cage were skinny so they could try to suck your neck.

Besides, men like John Ritter, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Don Johnson, Nova, Robbie V and even Leif Cassidy were the sexiest.

They tried to squeeze around you and try not to bump their heads into each other.

Some of these men like Richard Tyson stretched their necks out and tried to squeeze in between each other to get a spot to suck your neck.

Some of them couldn't all circle around you, such as Raven, because they couldn't all fit into one huge swarm, although some of these men were rather skinny and could fit.

Maybe Raven, Richard, Jerry, and Sam can put hickeys on your nipples and suck your breasts.

They buried their faces into your neck, where they bit a part of your skin on your neck and proceeded to suck it.

Teens give each other hickeys all the time.

Some of them couldn't give you hickeys because their heads couldn't squeeze and lean in between other people's heads and necks.

You'd love for them to give you hickeys all over your neck, which is what they're doing, but you're concerned other people will see all the hickeys on your neck and you'll get bullied and slut shamed for it.

But then again, this is a fantasy of yours.

So these boys are sucking your neck for a little while so the hickeys won't be permanent.

They'd love to leave hickeys all over your neck.

You wish all of these boys (as well as some men I'll mention later on) could be swarming around you feeling you up, but that would be impossible for them to do.

Don hasn't really fondled and squeezed your breasts, so his other hand cupped over one of your bare breasts and squeezed it, where he proceeded to fondle it.

The rest of these boys would love to play with your breasts.

Don's hand moved away from your vulva and it cupped the other breast, where he squeezed and fondled that one.  

"Hey, are you done kissing him yet?" Allan asked, his teeth letting go of your skin when he asked you that.

You broke the kiss away from Don to answer Allan.

"Yeah" you replied. nodding your head.

"Can I kiss you?" Allan asked.

You nodded your head.

Don hasn't made any hickeys on your neck, so he leaned and buried his face in your neck, where his teeth bit a small part of your front neck and sucked it.

You'd love to give hickeys to all of these boys around you.

You'd also love to have 2 or more different boys licking your tongue, but some of these boys' tongues might bump and collide into each other, which is rather gay (not to sound homophobic), but maybe some of these men might be bisexual.

You'd love to kiss Allan, but he's standing behind you and there's a boy sucking on the front of your neck right now, and you're unsure if it would be difficult for you to turn your head to kiss Allan.

Your head did try turning sideways to where Allan was, where you removed your hand behind Don's head and placed it behind Allan's head, where your fingers laced through his long hair.

You pulled his head closer to your face and you and he locked lips together, his eyes and yours shutting as your lips were attached.

Like with Don, you proceeded to French kiss Allan, your tongue stroking his tongue and vice versa.

While your hand was behind Allan's head, your ran your fingers through his thick hair.

Don and the rest of these boys still tried sucking your neck while you were kissing Allan.

Speaking of men, you wish Triple H during his late 1997/early 1998 (or even his 90's Hunter Hearst Helmsley days), late 90's Shawn Michaels, John Ritter in his heyday, Tommy Rogers of 80's tagteam the Fantastics, and maybe Chris Jericho, Scott Hall/Razor Ramon, Jim Powers from WCW, and maybe even a few other men could be in this gangbang with you, but these men don't really look like teenagers.

Although Chris Jericho does look somewhat teenager like, so maybe he could be in this too.

However, maybe these aforementioned men you can fantasize that they're camp counselors who join in.

Some of these boys' circling around you let go of your skin they bit so they could find another spot on your neck to suck on.

Having all of these boys around you was making blood rush to your clitoris and swell it as well as cream and moisten your vulva.

Your other hand hasn't really been playing with Don Johnson's erection, and while you'd love to fondle it, you want him to keep his erection for when he has sex with you and not let him cum yet.

Lo and behold, Triple H in late 1997/early 1998, late 90's Shawn Michaels, Tommy Rogers in 1988, Brian Pillman in 1996, 90's MTV VJ John Sencio circa 1994, 90's male porn stars Biff Malibu and Gerry Pike, and Scott Hall walked into this bedroom where they saw you and some other sexy men circled around you.

Triple H, Shawn, Tommy, Scott, John as well as Brian all had their long hair hanging down.

Instead of being angry at you, these listed men joined in, but where could they go? What could they do to you?

Your neck is covered in hickeys now, it's not necessary to fill your neck with them.

Wonder if some of these boys circling around you will give you hickeys on your breasts?

While these boys have sucked your neck and gave you hickeys, some of their hands have reached at your vulva and touched it, many of them trying to poke their fingers inside your vagina and rub your clitoris.

Since these boys have all made hickeys on your neck, their teeth let go of the skin on your neck and they pulled their faces away from your neck.

Should all of these boys have turns sucking your breasts, squeezing and fondling your breasts and eating your pussy out?

Don's knees bent down and he lowered himself down until his head was in front of one of your breasts, where he sucked your nipple when it was inside his mouth.

Jeff Hardy crouched slightly down until his face was in front of your opposite breast, where he proceeded to suck your nipple.

Richard Tyson, Raven, Jerry Lynn and Chris Jericho were now burying their faces into your neck, where they bit an empty space on your skin that hadn't been sucked, where they sucked that skin in their mouths.

After French kissing Allan Kayser for a long time, you then turned to Christian Cage instead, where you proceeded to French kiss him like how you French kissed Don and Allan.

John Ritter walked around you until he stood in front of you, where he proceeded to crouch down in front of your vulva until his head was in front of it, where his tongue proceeded to lick and caress your moist vagina.

You'd love to spread your legs out to let some of these men all have a taste of your pussy.

Should you kiss all of them?

They've probably all had enough foreplay for now, especially considering they're all really horny and need to cum.

While you love having John Ritter eat your pussy, your twat is wet enough already.

Between all of this foreplay you've been having before the actual sex, you may cum any minute now, especially having 2 men sucking your nipples while another eats your pussy and tongues your clit.

Speak of the devil, you actually did cum when this happened, but even after you came, you still needed to have sex with these men.

These men all undressed themselves, throwing their clothes on the floor until they were stark naked.

You then sat on one of the beds on all fours, where Don Johnson and Jeff Hardy joined you on this bed.

Don sat on his knees behind you, whereas Jeff sat on his knees in front of you.

You wish this bed could be bigger so other men could sit on it and fit there.

Triple H and Shawn Michaels sat next to Jeff and in front of you, whereas Christian Cage, John Ritter, Allan Kayser, Robbie V, Eric Stoltz, and Nova stood next to you.

While Don was behind you, with his hand on his erection, he slid and inserted his cock into your vagina, where he proceeded to pound and fuck your twat.

You gave Jeff Hardy a blowjob while he was sitting in front of you, while your hands grabbed Triple H's and Shawn's cocks and pointed the tips of them at your face, where you proceeded to masturbate them.

As for the men standing next to you, they held their cocks in one of their hands and pointed the tips of them at your face, where they began to masturbate their erections.

You wish some of these other men could join in if they could all fit.

You can't decide if it's hotter to masturbate 2 cocks or if Triple H's and Shawn's hands should masturbate their dicks.

Because of that, for a while your hands let go of Triple H's and Shawn's penises, where they held their cocks in one of their hands and pointed the tips of them at your face, masturbating and pointing the tips of their cocks at you.

These men standing beside of you like John Ritter, Christian Cage, etc. pointed the tips of their cocks at your face as close as they could.

You're swallowing the precum seeping out of Jeff Hardy's cock, whereas precum from these other men standing around you is getting on your face.

After giving head to Jeff Hardy for a while, you gave a blowjob to Shawn Michaels, swallowing his precum.

Jeff held his cock in one of his hands and pointed the tip of it at your face, where he masturbated on your face while you sucked Shawn's dick.

Likewise, some more of Jeff's precum was getting on your face.

After giving head to Shawn for a bit, you gave a blowjob to Triple H, where Shawn and Jeff continued masturbating their erections on your face.

Later on, Raven sat on the bed behind you, where he inserted his erection inside your asshole and fucked your ass.

Luckily, you've had anal sex before.

Don Johnson, however, switched positions when Raven sat on the bed, where Don laid on his back underneath you and fucked you while you were on top.

As Raven plowed you from behind, his hands grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, where now you rode him.

Don raised his back up, where he proceeded and continued to pound his erection inside you.

You gave blowjobs with your head turned sideways while some times your hands gave handjobs.

You wanted all of these men to fuck you at the same time, even if it was impossible.

It wasn't just Robbie V, Allan Kayser, Christian Cage, Jeff Hardy, Leif Cassidy, etc. standing next to you, but also Tommy Rogers, Scott Hall, Sam Houston, Jerry Lynn, John Sencio, Biff Malibu and Gerry Pike.

They all had turns pointing their dicks at your face and on your body, and you gave them blowjobs and swallowed their precum.

When all of these men ejaculated and reached climax, you let them jizz on your face, your breasts and inside your mouth, where you all cleaned their cocks by giving them blowjobs and swallowing their cum.

However, you didn't let Raven drip his cum on your breasts, face and in your mouth, nor did you give him head, since his cock was inside your asshole.

Was it necessary to be fucked by all of these men?

These men are definitely hotties for sure, but some are hot but not that hot, like Raven from ECW and WCW.

[chachadelight]

Celle qui s'est enfuie

Part 1 | Part 2

Rating & Warnings: Swearing, smut, a tiny bit of violence

I’d also like to thank those who encouraged me to write this and! also thank you to @rymndsmth for some of the inspo I had for some of the saucyness that happens here. Their ‘kyoto’ series is top fuckin notch, please do give it a read!! This is a one shot technically, but if it’s well received I might write a second or third part, probably nothing longer than that but who knows! Enjoy!

Pairings: Tangerine x Assassin!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: All he has to do is follow the rules; but Tangerine’s never been big on rules. Where does that leave him?

“Yeah well, he’s a diesel innit?”

“Lemon what’d I say huh? If you talk about Thomas the Tank Engine again I’m gon- “

“You’re gonna’ shoot me in the face—I know”.

Yet there he went on again. It had only been about 30 minutes since they had gotten onto the train and Tangerine was already at his limit. If he hadn’t loved his dear brother as much as he did he most likely would’ve fulfilled his promise a long time ago.

Lemon sat back against his chair, huffing with annoyance as he adjusted the lapel of his jacket. “Right well, all we gotta’ do is get this fucker his lazy sod of a son and his hard drive and we can go home”, Lemon gestured to the opposing seats, a young tattooed boy blissfully passed out and pressed up against the window. “You’ve got the drive yeah?”

“Yeah thanks for the update Lemon I got it”. Tangerine rolled his eyes before checking the time on his watch; they had hours before they made it to their stop at Kyoto. Maybe this would be a great opportunity for them to actually relax for once considering that only a few hours ago they were about knee deep in blood just trying to get their hands on the White Death’s son.

It was a job they hesitated for that’s for sure, but after hearing about the pay out and just how keen their contractor was on getting them specifically for the job, they just couldn’t say no. They were professionals after all, they weren’t going to scrutinise that for nobody.

Tangerine’s gaze was suddenly stolen as one of the train crew members rolled by with a cart full of food. Without even thinking the male reached over at pinched a couple of bags from the cart.

“You don’t need to nick the biscuits”.

“Why do I do that? It’s like a compulsion or something”. 

“You should see someone bout’ that”.

Tangerine cringed at himself, knowing full well his little klepto issue was something he needed to attend to but just never really got around to addressing.

The two men’s attention was stolen away when the chime indicating the train was coming to a stop sounded off, but only briefly once they noticed only a

couple of average looking citizens made their way through the cart. All but one.

“Mate she’s right lush”. Tangerine’s upper lip twitched upward ever so slightly as his head gestured forwards, causing Lemon to turn his head in an oh so not very inconspicuous way.

“Fuckin’ make it look any more obvious would ya, fucken git”.

There she was. The woman Tangerine was referring to. Hair ever so slightly covering her gaze, only adding to the sensual nature of her kohl lined eyes and red tinted lips. She walked with poise and a sense of elegance to her, she seemed unsuspecting but the way she carried herself said more about her that Tangerine just sensed deep down. What the sense was he had no idea but he really didn’t care at this point. She wore a black pleated skirt and socks that stopped just at her thighs, god, her thighs. The edge of the fabric hugging her flesh oh so perfectly it almost made Tangerine huff...almost.

His eyes flicked back up to catch the silver chain around her neck sat stark against the fabric of her black turtleneck. The man had obviously stared a little too long because she had caught his gaze by the time, she found her place into a seat that had her in perfect sight of him. The woman’s lip quirked into a shy smile, a blush forming on her cheek as she quickly looked away once realising his stare was for her only.

“Who’s the one makin it obvious now mate?”

Tangerine however didn’t look away, why would he? He wasn’t some shy schoolboy. He held her gaze for as long as she was staring back, knowing her bashfulness was his doing only fed his already massive ego. With a tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, Tangerine only chuckled with pride once he saw the effect he had on her, of course, too easy.

Lemon shook his head quickly in succession, twisting his face in disagreement. “Nah nah nah, none of that”.

“None of what?”

“None of—” Lemon tilted his head quickly to the side, motioning to the woman. “That”.

Tangerine scoffed and reached up to slick back his hair in a show of confidence and ease. “Dunno what you’re on about mate”.

“The last thing we need is you goin’ off and shagging some girl in the middle of a job”.

Immediately Tangerine showed offense to his brother’s accusation and started adjusting the collar of his suit with a shake of his head. “Don’t be stupid”. He shook his head again in dismissal but still managed to sneak another look at the woman, quickly getting the chance to catch a glimpse of the way her thighs pressed together as she sat cross-legged. Fuck she looked good just sitting there. Lemon and Tangerine’s line of work wasn’t exactly the most social occupation in the world, there wasn’t really time for making friends let alone a sexual partner. So, to say that Tangerine was a little ‘deprived’ might have been a slight understatement.

“Whatever Tangerine...I’m gonna’ go secure the train. Make sure everything’s in check”.

“Yeah right”.

A sudden slam to the table had Tangerine’s attention onto his brother in an instant, his eyes wide as if to say, ‘what the fuck Lemon’?

“I fuckin mean it, no funny business”.

‘Yeah yeah alright, fuckin ell’ you’re like my mother or somethin”.

And with that, his brother disappeared into the next train cart and Tangerine was left alone. Just him, the White Death’s sleeping son and his raging hormones.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her and she was well aware of it herself. There was no such thing as sneaky stolen glances anymore. Tangerine had no shame at this point with the way he tapped his fingers lightly against the table, his gaze fixated on her form, tracing a line up from her legs to her face he noticed her looking back.

Although this time she didn’t look away shyly, if anything she was now smiling back. Her red lips pulled back unto a smirk as she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. With a wave the woman wiggled her fingers in Tangerine’s direction in a form of a flirtatious wave, a completely opposing energy to what she showed only moment before when she first boarded the train.

Tangerine lifted a brow as a chuckle escaped his lips, curiosity was definitely getting the better of him. He peered behind his shoulder, wondering if Lemon was going to turn the corner any moment. He did say he would behave himself.

Well who the fuck cares about what Lemon tells him what to do? He was never big on following the rules anyway.

Just like that Tangerine found himself walking towards her, a hand smoothing down his hair and fingers making quick work at is sleeves to roll them up to his elbows. Soon enough he slipped into the chair opposite to the woman, leaned back with a coolness Tangerine had long ago perfected with ease.

“Now what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ here eh?”

“Just visiting a friend in Kyoto”. Her voice rang like bells in his ears and the smile on her lips was only making her that much more tantalising.

“Got a long way to go just to visit a friend no?”

She grinned “Maybe. I guess I’m just devoted like that”.

Tangerine reached up and smoothed a finger over his moustache as he gave her another once over she didn’t fail to notice. “I guess we’re both gonna be here for a while then?”

“I guess so”.

It was almost nard to keep her focus. Almost.

Those blue eyes paired with that accent had no doubt gotten this man anything and everything he’d ever wanted. And now here he was facing her, leaned back in his seat with the scent of his ego practically oozing off of him. The way he looked at her was predatory, his gaze eating her up with every chance he could get. She was amused to say the least, and the grin on her lips was impossible to get rid of. Her job was relatively simple, get the drive from the twins and get off the train before they ever noticed. But what her handler failed to mention was just how delicious a certain curly haired killer

“I guess we’re both gonna be here for a while then?”

“I guess so”. With that she leaned forward against crossed arms, her breasts provocatively pressed up against each other. Tangerine’s eyebrow twitched upward with interest, his tongue swiping out over his bottom lip as he simply followed her movements by leaning in towards the table, closing the gap between the pair.

“What am I going to do with you luv?” She couldn’t help herself when her teeth grazed her bottom lip, why was he so hard to ignore? He was so close to her now and she could smell his cologne so vividly. He smelled of vanilla, cigars and smoke, no doubt fresh from a fight and it was a sent that could make her legs shake from excitement. She wasn’t supposed to get too involved but now he asked her that question and she didn’t really feel like behaving.

She had a little time to spare and she just couldn’t find herself not taking this delicious opportunity.

Their gazes were locked and for moment she let her eyes dip down to peer at his lips, head tilting ever so slightly as the next sentence slipped from her mouth with a little too much finesse. “Anything you want”.

It was clear they were on the same page. Yet what made everything in her favour was that he had no idea that she was after exactly what he had. He hadn’t even asked for her name; it couldn’t have been any better.

Tangerine let out a huff from his nose as he promptly stood from the chair, picking at an invisible piece of lint from his shirt before making his way past her. However not before slyly grazing his fingers over the edge of her jawline, letting his fingers glide through her hair for a moment before he continued his b-line to the train bathroom.

She smiled to herself, a breath seizing in her throat for just a moment as she felt the warmth of his fingers against her skin.

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She soon found herself slipping into the too small train bathroom, her palms pressed against the door for just a moment longer before she turned around to find the man leaning himself against the too small sink. The air inside suddenly turned thin, and the beating of her heart thrummed wildly against her chest. Why she did not know, she was not one to get nervous in a situation like this but this man...this man was unlike any other she had come across. He made the others seem insignificant and judging by the way she almost shook just from his burning gaze; she could tell this was going to be different.

“You know...” She cooed softly as she took a step forward, noting the way his forearms flexed as his grip on the edge of the sink tightened. “I don’t even know your name”. Reaching forward she looped a single finger over the gold chain decorating the empty space on the man’s neck, a single tug forward causing him to snicker.

She was playing a dangerous game and as soon as she took her grip on that necklace and it tightened around his neck something inside him snapped to attention. “Just call me Tangerine luv”.

“Like the fruit?” She quirked an eyebrow “and his hands found her hips. “Yeah, like the fruit”.

“How – “She looped in a second finger and tugged once more causing Tangerine to grunt at the sudden squeeze he now felt around his neck. “– Cute”.

Tangerine let out a puff of air that sounded like amusement, their lips so close to one another she could feel his warm breath fan across her face. “Watch it luv”.

“Or what?” She liked this game. But so did he.

Lips against lips in a matter of seconds. The kiss was hungry, desperate, it was angry. She had clearly pressed the right buttons because the grip he help on her hips was bruising. Fingers digging deep into her skin as they both fought for the dominance of the kiss. He tasted just as he smelled, smoke and vanilla permeated her lips and mouth, and she couldn’t help herself as she whined into the kiss.

He pulled he in closer, hips pressed flush together that had her melting into his touch to the point that she let go of her grip on his, completely forgetting that she was trying to win dominance only moments before.

His fingers soon found home in her hair, digits twisting into her locks before tugging roughly to pull her head backwards, exposing her neck to him. “Not so cheeky now hey luv?” His voice had deepened, laced with arrogance as he dipped down to attach his lips to her neck and leave a trail of hungry bruises he knew she would have to look at for days to come.

If she could see herself she knew she would be mad; mad that she had let this man cause her to become so undone in a matter of minutes. This wasn’t what she had in mind but it had been so long since someone had made her feel this alive.

“Don’t—” He cut her off quickly when his mouth found hers once more, tongue slipping past her lips without a moment wasted. “Get—cocky”. She managed to let out a few breathless words between the sloppy kisses, her breath heaving in her chest to keep up with his hunger.

Tangerine chuckled against her lips before he hauled her upwards with a little too much ease, her arms found solace around his neck whilst her legs wrapped securely around his waist. He carried her over towards the closed toilet seat before settling down, allowing her to find herself seated comfortably in his lap. This gave her a chance to catch her breath from the bruising kiss, hazed over eyes peering down at an equally dishevelled Tangerine.

He was beautiful like this, in the dim lighting of the train bathroom, perfectly gelled hair now a mess on top of his head. Blue eyes turned a storm cloud grey and hooded with desire. It was almost a shame that she was going to have to steal from him and run away, never to been again.

That’s when she saw it. Peering down his vest pocket she saw the glint of the hard drive poking its head out, her heart skipping a beat. It was right there, un his pocket. And she had him seduced and sexed up in the bullet train bathroom.

This was too good.

His hands slowly slid their way up the exposed part of her thighs, pushing up the fabric of her skirt before stopping dangerously close to exactly where she wanted him. The cold of the varying rings decorating his fingers sent a shiver through her.

With her new position she didn’t miss the way his hardened length pressed against her clothed core, a coy smile on her lips growing as she took the opportunity to grind her hips downwards. Immediately eliciting a groan from Tangerine that wanted to make her go wild

“You gonna’ ride me sweetheart?” He cooed.

She leaned in towards him, her fingers snaking their way into the back of his hair before tugging softly. Doing what he had done to hair by yanking his head back to give her more access to his neck. “Anything you want handsome”.

Tangerine’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of her lips against the shell of his ear, the tightness of his hair being pulled sending him into a craze that his grip on his hips and thighs tightening even more. He pulled her down against himself, the sound of her soft mewl letting him smirk with pride.

She couldn’t help it, the feeling of having him press against her was driving her crazy. She had found herself at a rhythm, hips swirling back and forth. Her movements at his command as his hands guided her every move. It didn’t take her long to get panting, her head falling back to indulge in the feeling of his hardness rutting against her. His soft grunts filled the small space and run in her ears.

The heat that was overtaking her body was indescribable and at some point his hands had found home against the slope of her arse, kneading the flesh generously. She needed to feel him, just him.

And it seemed like he had the same idea because Tangerine was rushing for his pants—she reached down with him when she was able to become coherent enough to pay attention. They both knew this was going to be anything but sweet and slow, this was going to be quick and hard but neither of them was complaining.

“You’re gonna take me like a good girl...” Tangerine gripped the base of his length, pulling her panties to side to teasingly circle the head against her folds. “Aren’t you sweetheart?”

She whimpered softly, her breath catching in her throat as his length prodded at her entrance, threatening to enter her at any moment. He was too good, and the way those pet names rolled off his tongue in that accent was doing things to her she had just never expected. But she was losing patience, and the more he had her coming undone the more frustrated she became with herself.

“Fuck me good and find out”.

He growled and with one sudden upwards thrust and guttural groan he sheathed himself inside her. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, almost regretting her show of defiance before the painful sting was replaced by the sweet sting of pleasure. Tangerine reached up, his palm pressing against her mouth to muffle her scream as he let out an amused chuckle.

“Careful luv, wouldn’t want anyone to know we’re doing in here”.

She knew he was right but the way ne filled her just right had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and all her inhibitions disappeared.

“That’s it...” He cooed again, one hand squeezing against her hip and the other snaking its way up her chest. It didn’t take long to build up a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping up against her almost painfully. The pace had her biting down on her own lip, hard enough to the point she drew a small amount of blood, the taste of iron coating her tongue as she propped her hands behind her on his knees or support.

Tangerine watched her with a lust in his gaze, hard muffled grunts leaving is lips with every thrust of his hips. He kept his hold on one side of her hips whilst the other had found its way around her throat, fingers squeezing a firm pressure onto her neck that was already littered with his bruises.

Now with the added loss of oxygen, she was being sent into complete bliss. Pleasure was already overtaking every inch of her body and she could feel that familiar twinge in the centre of her core, that feeling of unwinding threatening to break at any moment.

He never let up his pace, sweat beading at the crown of his head as he focused himself on her, on her body and the way she started to tighten around him. She was close and her warmth only egged him on, encouraging him to only wreck her even more.

“Let go for me sweetheart”. He managed to grunt out his words, focusing on getting her to the end.

She whined softly, trying her best on not screaming out as the searing hot burn of her climax finally imploded inside her. Her body seized from the pure pleasure. Tangerine’s hips stuttered with her release, the constant feeling of her core flexing around him sending him over the edge shortly after her. He filled her with his warmth, the feeling sending a shiver through her already sensitive body.

“Fuckin’ ell”. Falling forwards into Tangerine’s surprisingly caring embrace his arms wrapped around her to help her ride out her orgasm, “Good girl”. Tangerine stroked the back of her head, heavy breath blowing past her ear with the words of praise.

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Surprisingly he helped her clean herself up, where she had expected him to leave as soon as they were done. But now, here she was, watching him primp himself in the mirror, smoothing those beautiful curls back down to a somewhat more presentable way.

She hadn’t forgotten about the drive in his breast pocket however.

He had his back turned to her as she silently stayed leaning against the door of the bathroom, her head tilted in observation as she waited for the exact moment to make her move. He was gorgeous, he really was, and shit he made her feel good. Him standing there now, examining every little detail of himself in the mirror, ensuring he was presentable or perhaps just liked looking at himself a little too much. But he was charming, too charming for his own good. Damn...she was starting to like him.

“You know...it’s a real shame”. “What’s that luv?” “Sorry about this”.

“Sorry about wha—" Without letting him finish his sentence she had already gripped the side of his head, using maximum force without being lethal to send the man’s head directly into the side of the porcelain sink. With a deafening crack and a loud groan of pain, Tangerine was on the floor, a sizeable cut on that beautiful forehead of his.

She sighed dramatically before squatting down beside a groaning Tangerine, clearly disorientated from the hit to the head. “No hard feelings?” She cooed, a grin on her lips as she slipped the hard drive from his pocket and placed a kiss on the top of his head.

“Oi...you—f...fucken ch...cheeky”.

“Shhh, you’ve hit your head. Rest a while”. And with that she disappeared through the bathroom door.

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“You’ve got to be fucken’ kidding me”. Lemon stood before Tangerine, hands on his hips as his twin held a bag of frozen whatever against the forming lump on his forehead. “What’d I fucken say?”

“Shut up mate”. “Thomas would nev-“ “Don’t even fucken go there”.

[mdemontespan1667]

AND I FEEL FINE

-SHANE WALSH (TRUCKS/MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE AU) X READER (3RD PERSON)

-SHANE'S POV

WARNINGS: VEHICULAR VIOLENCE/HOMICIDE - MENTIONS OF DEAD BODIES - GORE - BLOOD - HORROR - VAGINAL SEX - ORAL SEX (MALE AND FEMALE RECEIVING)

18 + ONLY/NO MINORS

No one ever in the history of fan fiction has asked for this AU. But here it is. It's based on the short story Trucks by Stephen King and the cocaine fueled Maximum Overdrive directed by the same. I copied the following synopsis from Wikipedia:

"Trucks" takes place in a truck stop in the United States. The truck stop is located off a freeway and it features a diner, a gas station, and a convenience store.

The story's narrator and a handful of strangers find themselves trapped together in a freeway truck stop diner after semi-trailers and other large vehicles are suddenly brought to independent life by an unknown force and proceed to gruesomely kill every human in sight.

A great big humongous THANK YOU to the uber talented and always fabulous @caffiend-queen. Without you I doubt I ever would've posted this.

“We’re gonna die.”

Her voice was composed, resigned but even.

The hysterics of 2 days ago had settled, much like the remains of her friend.

Shane had watched as their lime green VW Bug fishtailed into the parking lot, narrowly missing the concrete embedded pumps, an old International Harvester on their ass.

The driver had overcorrected, pitching the vehicle forward in a sickening roll.

Both occupants had escaped the wreckage, bloodied and disorientated.

The woman standing behind him had made it inside.

The IH had clipped her friend’s leg.

She’d spun, falling under the truck’s 24 inch wheels.

Others had followed.

All that was left was a vague dark shape, the oil stained limestone parking lot absorbing most of the gore.

It wasn’t the only body.

An elderly couple staring lifelessly from their Lincoln Towncar.

A boy, who couldn’t have been more than 16, half in, half out of his primered Nova’s windshield.

The balding, middle aged Bible salesman who had lost it last night around the time the electricity went out.

Babbling about End Times and God’s wrath against the sinners, he had bolted out the double doors. 

A cement truck had pounced.

The impact had fling him a good 20 feet, flinging him in an overgrown drainage ditch.

His agonized wails had carried in the air despite the burbling diesels, putting everyone on edge.

No one would admit they had been relieved when it stopped.

Shane’s own patrol car was unrecognizable.

Each truck had a turn like a group of sailors with a cheap whore. 

He’d been inside, shooting the shit after filling his tank when the first trucks arrived.

Trucks with no drivers.

Motion to his right brought him back to the present.

The woman had set down on the faded vinyl seat that now faced the tinted plate glass windows.

The dim glass showed her reflection.

Her eyes were still swollen and bloodshot from sobbing, lips chewed raw, a drawn, pinched look to her cheeks.

She reminded him of one of his Grandma Jean’s Limoges figurines, fragile and ready to shatter at the least provocation. 

The short Flamingo pink sundress she wore was dotted with blood, hem torn.

“Make love to me.”

“Huh.”

Her words caught him off guard.

He glanced at the woman, trying to gauge her sanity.

She continued to stare straight ahead.

“Make love to me.”

There was no mistaking this time.

Faint, tinny music from an ancient battery operated boombox floated from the kitchen.

Time is the essence

Time is the season

Time ain’t not reason

Got no time to slow

Time everlasting

Time to play B sides

Time ain’t on my side

Time I’ll never know

Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I'm not the one to tell you what’s wrong or what’s right

I’ve seen suns that were freezing and live that were through

But I’m burnin'

I’m burnin'

I’m burnin' for you

“I’m not sure this is the right time or place darlin.”

She reached over, placing her hand in his lap.

Her fingers traced Shane’s dick under his uniform.

“It’s the end of the World.”

Despite the circumstances, he felt himself react.

Fucking her might be a Grade A Asshole move but it wouldn’t be the first one he’d ever made.

“Where to?”

He made to stand up but she stopped him.

“Here. I don’t care who, or what, sees.”

She dropped to the worn, pitted linoleum, situating herself between his legs.

Shane expected her to be fumbling, desperate.

Instead she was calm, drawing his shirt over his head, unzipping his pants, pulling his hard length free, her eyes glazing at the size.

She licked him from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head, taking more of him with each swipe.

The woman hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head, hand pumping in a  synchronized pattern.

Shane hissed, leaning back.

He lifted his foot, dragging her dress down.

She dipped her head over and over, saliva pooling on her chin.

Tittering on the edge, he gently pushed her away.

She stood, shimmying her dress to the floor.

Shane ran his knuckles through her slit.

“Damn girl, sucking my dick got your pussy all kinds of messy.”

The urge to bend her over and slam his dick home was strong, but if this was the last time he wanted it to be good for her too. 

He bent forward replacing his knuckles with his tongue.

Her breath caught.

He grabbed her ass, bringing her closer.

He lapped at her cunt circling and sucking her clit.

Low moans spurred him on.

He worked her faster, inserting two fingers, sweeping her nub, raising her to her tiptoes.

She braced her hands on his back, nails digging in, her legs starting to tremble.

Shane doubled his efforts.

She came hard, incoherent cries bubbling from her lips.

He held on as she ground her pussy on his tongue, dragging out her orgasm. 

Gradually the shaking resided.

He set back, lifting his hips, pushing his uniform pants down.

“Climb on.”

The woman straddled him, knees spread wide, hands balanced on his shoulders.

His hands settled on her lips, guiding her.

She whimpered as he slipped in.

A small smirk formed on his lips.

“You can take it all darlin.”

Her legs slid further apart, taking more of him.

“Jesus fuck, you’re tight.”

With a pained sigh she enveloped him to the hilt.

Shane gave her a moment to get accustomed to his size then slapped her ass.

“Ride me girl.”

She rolled her hips, hesitant at first, more confidently as her walls adjusted.

He caught a nipple, his mouth hot on her cool skin.

Arching her back, she tangled her hands in his hair.

One hand snaked from her hip to her sopping cunt, thumb caressing her swollen nub.

Shane’s other hand held her, his hips rising to meet hers.

Her pussy clenched around him, a sure sign of her impending orgasm.

“You gonna cum all over my big dick?”

The woman nodded, biting her lip.

He stroked her clit quicker.

Her rhythm was chaotic as she came, squeezing his dick so hard he growled.

Before the aftershocks faded Shane caught hold of her hips again, fingers digging in her flesh.

“Hold on.”

She leaned forward, clasping the back of the seat.

Shane lifted his hips, thrusting inside her velvety warmth.

He fucked her mercilessly, bouncing her on his dick, her tits swaying.

He caught one, then the other, sucking and nipping.

She dropped her hand between them, fingers twitching violently at her overstimulated nub. 

“That’s it darlin.”

He gritted his teeth.

“That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.”

The bench springs squealed in protest. 

She let go, her cunt clamping, head falling back as she came. 

Shane hooked his arms under hers, holding her to him.

He pistoned his hips, driving up into her, harder, faster.

Beyond control Shane used her body like a fuck toy, her head flopping like a rag doll.

Grunting he came, his cum dribbling from her abused cunt.

When their breathing slowed, she shifted, settling beside him.

He situated himself, zipping his pants.

The woman retrieved her dress.

Headlights splashed across the windows.

A faded yellow bulldozer had joined the others, smoke stacks belching fire.

She wiped a silent tear from her cheek.

“It won’t be long now.”

Shane wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. 

He kissed her forehead.

They watched………..

And waited.

Burnin' For You / Blue Oyster Cult 1981

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Hello there! Can I request a bakugou x male reader, where the reader gets pretty easily diatracted and they are very chaotic .Thank you!

bakugou and the embodiment of chaotic energy

pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader (vague)

genre: F L U F F, a bit of comfort

warnings: fluffluffluffluffluff-

author's notes: no bc i was creating 3 new ocs and then i got on my phone for two seconds and now we're here so felt-

edit: TUMBLR WON'T SAVE MY FUCKING EDITS I HATE IT HERE

he literally is chaos, so this would be interesting.

you two met in 1-A, with you tranferring in during the last couple months.

despite your late transfer, it didn't take long at all for you to fall into place within the bakusquad. it was only natural with your chaotic nature.

the thing that caught everyone off guard, though, was when you and bakugou became official. you two were two balls of complete chaotic energy, though your energy was more in line with denki and mina while his was... chaos and war.

even people within the squad were a little worried. they knew you two were good with each other, but they worried about one of the symptoms of your chaos; your tendency to get distracted.

bakugou is very focused. he's focused on his goals, on his future, his hero work, his school work, and so on. he can easily shift his focus around and navigate his world (when he's not overwhelming himself), and most people expected him to seek a partner with the same habits.

but

nope.

well it's not that you don't have an ultimate focus, but you do regularly find yourself distracted from tasks at hand. it's easy to grab your attention, but difficult to keep it. you're regularly taking in and trying to process as much of the world around you as you can, living more in the moment. you look for the fun in the world (when appropriate) which is what leads to your chaos.

that's what people were concerned about; that those sides would clash and someone would end up getting hurt.

but

n O P E -

in fact, you balance each other out. yeah, it's all chaos, but it's a good mix of serious determination and light-hearted optimism.

there are many times where you gotta pull him in and remind him the present day exists, and times where he has to remind you that your future matters just as much as the now.

he does panic sometimes, though. it's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust that you won't put yourself in harms way for some fun.

he and kiri caught you, mina, sero, and denki at a skatepark once with you sitting in a crate sero taped down onto a skateboard. they were about to push you down a ramp, too caught up in their own chaotic minds to process that maybe this wasn't a good idea-

"hey- is that- OI- SPARKY, GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF- !!"

"oh- hey, kiri and baku-!"

"GO [NAME]! WHOOP WHOOP-!"

"DON'T ENCOURAGE IT, RACOON EYES-"

he fucking sprints to you and gets you out before denki pushes you over the edge of the ramp.

"WOO- hEY-!!"

he has to explain that you probably would've gotten a concussion, but you're still angry that he stopped you.

it's okay, though, because you know it's out of care. you often have to do the same thing with him when it comes to training.

"hey- stop that-"

"huh-?"

"you're exhausted."

"what are you? a mind reader?"

"no, i'm a katsuki reader."

"...if i take a break, will you take a nap?"

"i don't need a nap-?"

PLEASE, THIS MAN ALMOST STRAIGHT UP FACE PALMS AND SCREAMS-

bc no you totally weren't chanting the cocomelon song (now considered, a classic) around an antique picture of vin diesel at 3 am 🧍

"babe. babe. bakugou. blasty. king explosion murder. dynamight. lord kacchan. burnt caramel scented candle-"

"what the hell-?"

"i said what i said- anyways, sero and denki are at mcdonald's, do you want anything-?"

"it's two thirty in the morning."

"so no?"

"no. that shit isn't good for you anyways."

"okay. well. i'm getting a happy meal-"

"wait, how did they go off campus this late?"

"underground."

"oh, okay- wait, wHAT-?!"

"stop changing the topic, i know you want some mickey d's-"

"[Name]-"

"oo, or kfc... did you know that american kfc's don't have the sandwiches-?"

"[Name]-"

"okay, okay. yeah. i hear you. i'm going to the common room to wait for them, text me if you change your mind-"

you...

what the fuck.

he loves you so much.

but please stop scaring the shit out of each other-

[whisperofsong]

Among The Stars

Chapter Seven

Pairing: Riff x Latina! Reader

Summary: Nothing good lasts forever…

*Disclaimer: I want to insert a trigger warning as this chapter includes a brief scene with assault. This may be troubling to some readers and I want to ensure I exercise sensitivity in regard to this topic. This was an intense chapter to write and is pretty emotional; nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the latest update:)

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As I’m walking to work, my phone pings in my purse. I lift my hands above my eyes to shield myself from the harsh sun and reach into my purse to read the text. It’s from Riff. “Missing you already,” it reads and my heart swells at the thoughtful gesture. Knowing that he’s thinking of me is enough to carry me through my day.

I text him before leaving the diner, telling him that I’ll head to his apartment tonight. He responds within seconds, writing, “See you soon, baby.”

I’m only a few blocks into my walk when I hear the shuffling of footsteps behind me. I turn around and see a few figures, but they’re at a far enough distance that I dismiss it. However, the footsteps begin to sound closer and when I pick up my pace, the footsteps behind me do the same. Soon, one of the figures jumps in front of me, obstructing my path.

“Hey there, seniorita. Going somewhere?” I recognize this boy from the diner and the dance. It’s Ice, one of the Jets. Two of his lackies appear at my sides.

“Why the frown, sweetheart?” Ice asks, staring at me with a smug grin. “You were all smiles the other night at the dance.”

“Leave me alone,” I reply, trying to push past him.

“Ya see, that’s just it,” remarks Ice, moving to prevent me from doing the same thing. “You seem to be involved with our boy, Riff, so that pretty much makes your business ours, too.” He motions between the other two Jets and himself.

“We were just dancing. Nothing more,” I reply sharply. I’m confident Riff hasn’t divulged any details of our relationship with them and I intend to keep them in the dark.

“You know what I think, Ice? I think our girl here’s got a crush on him.”

Ice cackles, saying, “I think you may be right, Diesel.”

“If you’re into Jets, baby, there’s plenty of us ta go around,” Diesel taunts, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face.

“I don’t think she knows what she’s missin’,” the third one chimes in.

“Maybe we should show her, Balkan,” says Ice in a low voice. I try to escape, but to no avail. They hastily grab me and push me against a nearby wall, with two of them holding my wrists while Ice gets extremely close to my face. His close proximity to me is unnerving and my breath hitches in my throat, afraid of what he might do.

Ice’s hand grazes my thigh and squeezes it roughly. When I try to jerk his hand away with my knee, he does it again, even more harshly.

“Let go of me!” I shriek, tears brimming my eyes.

“C’mon, baby. Don’t play hard to get.” I stiffen at the mention of the word baby, a name reserved for only Riff to call me. When Ice calls me baby, it cheapens the word and causes my discomfort to grow.

Ice is so close to my face that I can feel his breath against my cheek. I shut my eyes, bracing myself for my unfortunate fate.

“Hey!” a booming male voice shouts in the distance. Thundering footsteps approach us and I’m met with two familiar faces: Bernardo and Quique.

Without missing a beat, Bernardo grabs Ice by the collar and shoves him with such force, I’m surprised he doesn’t make an indentation on the ground when he lands on the pavement.

Balkan and Diesel scramble to assist Ice to his feet, but Ice shrugs them off, clearly irritated and humiliated by what just occurred.

Ice curls his fingers into fists, prepared to charge Bernardo. However, having knowledge of Bernardo’s impressive career as a boxer, he knows better than to challenge him. I guess he’s not a complete idiot after all.

“If you ever lay a finger on her again, I’ll rearrange your face. Got that, Gringo?” Bernardo’s threatening tone instills fear in Ice despite his attempts to appear unfazed. Ice is breathing heavily, but doesn’t say a word. Instead, he backs up, his eyes fixated on Bernardo.

“Let’s go, boys,” Ice says firmly and the other two heed his order.

Once they’ve walked away, Bernardo turns to me and examines me. “Are you alright, Olivia?”

I shake my head as tears silently cascade down my face. I’m shaken by what just happened and almost happened. If it weren’t for Bernardo…I shudder just thinking about what could have transpired had he not arrived in time.

Bernardo engulfs me in a hug and I sink into his arms, grateful for his valiance. When he releases me, Quique suggests they take me to Bernardo and Anita’s apartment. Bernardo agrees and I’m grateful as I can’t go anywhere near anyone in this condition, let alone Riff. 

When we walk into Bernardo and Anita’s apartment, I’m greeted by the familiar sound of the sewing machine, reminding me of my own home.

“Anita! Ven aqui!” Bernardo calls. (Come here!)

Quique pulls out a chair for me while Bernardo pours me a glass of water in an effort to calm my nerves.

“What’s with the urgency?” Anita asks as she enters the kitchen. I was in the middle-“

She comes to a halt as she takes in my tear-stained cheeks, slumped shoulders, and despondent eyes.

“Que paso?!” Anita questions, making her way over to me, concern evident in her eyes.

When I open my mouth to answer her, no sound comes out. Instead, I sniffle and bow my head, too overcome with emotion to string words together.

Anita refers to Bernardo and Quique, waiting for an explanation.

Quique speaks first. “She was assaulted by some of those Jets.” His emphasis on Jets is dripping with disdain.

Her heads whips back to me. “Are you hurt?” she asks in a low voice and when I meet her gaze, I can see the seriousness reflected in her eyes.

I exhale in an attempt to steady my quivering voice. “My…right thigh is a bit sore, but other than that…” I sniffle, struggling to keep my voice measured. “I’m not hurt…physically, that is.”

Without another word, Anita gently wraps her arm around my shoulders and guides me to the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. She gestures to the edge of the bathtub for me to sit on and I do as I’m directed to do.

“Are you okay if I lift this up to get a better look?” She motions to the hem of my work skirt and I nod, grateful for her sensitivity in this moment.

When she slightly lifts my skirt to inspect my thigh, I notice the new colors forming on my skin, a mixture of dark purple and blue spreading across the affected area. The bruise is of considerable size and will likely take some time to heal. Unfortunately, with it being summer, I’m going to have to find creative ways to conceal it in order to dodge any suspicion. As Anita presses a warm washcloth to it, my phone buzzes from within my crossbody purse, which is still wrapped across my body.

I look down at Anita who is engrossed in pressing the washcloth to my bruise and carefully slip my phone out of the inside pocket.

The text from Riff reads, “Where are you?” I stare at the text, both my eyes and heart feeling heavy. A second text is received. “You okay? I’m worried.”

I release a shaky breath and wince at the thought of Riff finding out. I know I need to tell him, but it will only end in disaster. The Jets don’t even have knowledge of our relationship yet and are already targeting me. What will they do once they uncover the truth?

Anita witnesses my troubled features, fixated on my phone.

“What’s wrong, chica?”

“Just…my mom, checking on me.”

“You probably shouldn’t walk alone at night anymore. Besides, Bernardo will be happy to have one of his guys escort you if he can’t do it himself. I can even accompany you with some of the girls. There’s strength in numbers after all.” She smiles reassuringly, placing her hand on top of mine.

“Thank you, Anita. For everything. I didn’t mean to intrude-“

She shoots me an offended look. “You really think you’re a bother? Olivia, eliminate that thought from your mind. You’re part of our community and in this community, we’re family. I care about you. And so do those guys out there.” She nods towards the kitchen.

After a few more minutes of applying the washcloth to my skin, Anita helps me up and we return to the kitchen where Bernardo and Quique are speaking in hushed tones. Bernardo glances at me, worry etched on his face, and Quique studies me carefully.

“Everything alright?” Bernardo asks us. I nod and he kisses Anita on her cheek, lightly tucking his fingers underneath her chin. A wisp of a smile crosses her face as a result of this sweet gesture.

“I should probably get home,” I say. “Would one of you mind walking me home?” I ask.

“I’ll do it,” Bernardo offers. He turns to Quique. “Wait with Anita until I get back.” He gives Anita another kiss and she cups his face as she returns his kiss, lingering a little longer than expected.

On our walk home, I express my gratitude, wanting Bernardo to understand how much I appreciate what he’s done. “I know you think I’ve betrayed our community, but I haven’t and-“

He vehemently shakes his head. “That’s in the past, Olivia. After tonight, I know you understand the gravity of all this,” he replies matter of factly. “From now on, though, me and the other Sharks will walk back with you from work. We can’t risk it anymore,” he states, his face guarded and serious.

“Okay.” There’s no use in arguing when it’s a moot point. I thank him one final time and hug him before entering my apartment building. As I’m unlocking the front door, my phone starts ringing. I don’t have to check to know who’s calling me. When I walk through the front door, Papi does a double take.

“Que estas haciendo en casa?” (What are you doing home?)

“Theresa had to do something in the morning, so we decided I’d sleepover another time,” I say evenly. At this point, I’ve morphed into a lying expert. Papi nods in confirmation and returns to watching television. I feel sick to my stomach.

My phone begins ringing again and does so incessantly. I finally pick up after I close my bedroom door and sit on the edge of my bed.

“Hello?” I answer casually. I try to act as though nothing has happened.

“Haven’t you gotten my texts? I’ve been texting and calling you and I’ve heard nothing,” he says in an exasperated and concerned tone. “What the hell’s going on?”

“Nothing. I just got tired, so I decided to come home and take a little nap.”

There’s a long pause before Riff speaks again.

“Why would you go home to do that? You could’ve done that here…”

“I didn’t think it was fair to you because I knew you were really looking forward to seeing me…”

“Exactly. I just wanna be with you, Olivia, whatever that involves.”

“Well, I can come another time.”

“Can’t you come now?”

“No, I already lied to my dad about why I came home and he’ll be suspicious if I change my story again.”

“I’ll come to you then.”

“No!” I close my eyes and grit my teeth. I answered too soon.

In a low voice, Riff asks, “What’s really going on, Olivia?”

I pick at the skin on my finger, becoming more anxious by the second.

“Tell me the truth, baby…please.”

My throat tightens and I feel the familiar sensation of tears appear in my eyes.

He drags out a sigh on the other end. “Are…are you…having second thoughts about us?”

“Gosh, no,” I say, my voice choking as the words leave my mouth.

“Then what is it? And why do you sound upset?”

“Riff, please…just-“

“I’m coming over.”

“What? You can’t-“

Riff hangs up before I can fully object. My heart is hammering against my chest in anticipation of our confrontation. I know I can’t lie to him face to face. This man, who has made it his mission to memorize me within two weeks’ time, will be able to detect any ounce of dishonesty I attempt to sell him. I lie down on my bed, holding my knees to my chest, and wait for his arrival.

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Just as I’m drifting off to sleep, the sudden burst of light emanating from my phone captures my attention.

“I’m outside,” a text from Riff reads. I take my time getting up, considering I’m not particularly enthusiastic about what I’m about to do. When I peek out of my bedroom, the apartment is completely dark. Thank goodness Mama and Papi have gone to bed; otherwise, I’d have to scramble for an excuse to distract them.

I open the door to my building, leaning against it so that Riff can enter. He studies me, trying to determine my current state of mind from body language and facial features alone. However, I don’t give him any indication of my emotions. Rather, I lead him up the several flights of stairs and gently open the door to my family’s apartment. The light from my bedroom falls across the floor, serving as a guide for Riff in this foreign setting.

Once we’ve both set foot in my room, I gingerly push the door closed behind us so it doesn’t make a sound. When I turn around, Riff’s surveying my room, looking at the pictures adorning my walls along with the books strewn across my tiny desk. He reaches out to touch the lights wrapped around the border of my bedroom, a small smile appearing on his face. The moment doesn’t last as realization of the purpose behind his visit sets in.

“So,” he begins, his hands placed firmly on his hips and his features hardening. “Are you going to fill me in on what all of this is about?”

I close my eyes momentarily and clutch the edge of the baseboard at the foot of my bed in an attempt to steady myself.

“You might want to sit down,” I say.

“I’m fine standing,” he replies curtly.

“Okay.” I look up, willing God to give me tremendous strength to say the words tearing me up inside.

“Tonight, I was on my way to your place. On my way there, I ran into…some of the Jets.” I decide against using the word your in front of Jets because it seems wrong to assign Riff ownership of them after tonight’s harrowing events. He doesn’t deserve to have this pinned on him.

Riff nods slowly, signaling for me to continue my story.

“Ice was making comments about you and me, insinuating that something’s going on between us. I denied this, of course, but he kept…pushing.” Goosebumps form on my skin as the part I dread sharing most is approaching. I select a spot on my bedroom floor to focus on, incapable of meeting Riff’s gaze in this moment.

“Diesel and Balkan…at least that’s what I think their names were, trapped me by pinning me against a wall and…” My lip begins to quiver as I grapple with delivering what comes next. “Ice grabbed my thigh and I tried to get him off of me, but he’s a lot stronger. Before it could escalate, Bernardo and Quique found me…” The last few words are barely audible as I tremble upon saying them.

A guttural sob leaves my body, an emotional release so strong, I have to hold myself up to prevent myself from collapsing.

Riff launches into action, grabbing me by my waist and guiding me to sit on my bed as he envelops me in his arms. My entire body is shaking as I cry, my tears and snot dampening his shirt, much to my chagrin. My uneven breaths are rapid. Riff rubs my back while simultaneously stroking my hair, doing everything he can to console the wounded woman in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Olivia. Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”

Riff’s voice is laced with sincerity and a dash of what sounds like regret. I cling to him as though he’s my refuge, my sole source of safety. He presses a long kiss to the top of my head and I close my eyes as the burning sensation of tears irritates my eyes. He pulls back to look at me, but I can’t bear it. I duck, looking at my comforter and wringing my hands anxiously. His fingers graze my chin as he lifts it up so my eyes are aligned with his.

“This is all my fault, Olivia. All of it.”

I cock my head to the side and give him a questioning look.

“What? No, it’s not.”

He closes his eyes and sighs. “It is.”

“Riff-“

“Dammit, Olivia!” He pushes himself off the bed and angrily knocks my books off my desk, momentarily forgetting that we have to remain as quiet as possible. I flinch, unaccustomed to seeing this side of him.

“If I hadn’t agreed to let you come alone, this wouldn’t have happened. I should have just met you at the diner. I should have protected you. Then they wouldn’t have…” He pauses and sighs, shaking his head. “The thought of them violating you…“ As he trails off, he forms his hands into fists. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you shouldn’t be with me.”

Now I’m the one to push off the bed as I take his hands into mine. “Riff, listen to me.”

He turns his head stubbornly, now avoiding my gaze.

“Riff,” I command softly, stroking the side of his face. “I don’t blame you.”

He removes my hand from his face. “You should! I don’t deserve sympathy, especially not from you.” He turns his back on me, facing my window.

“You didn’t tell them to do that. That was of their own accord. They may have learned a lot from you, but I know they didn’t learn that.” Riff doesn’t move; he’s as still as a statue, peering out the window into the vast night.

I tentatively walk towards him and wrap my arms around him, standing on my tiptoes in order to place a delicate kiss on his shoulder blade. “Can I tell you something?” I whisper.

He doesn’t respond, but I proceed anyway. “I’ve always held a lot of fondness for my family and Theresa, too. But beyond them…my life’s been pretty dismal. For the last several years, I felt like something was absent. But now I’ve realized something.”

I pause. “Will you please look at me?” I ask, slight impatience reflected in my tone. I release my hands from his waist and he gradually turns around to face me, his eyes containing so much despair.

I bite my lip and gaze at him lovingly. “I’ve realized my life wasn’t missing something; it was missing someone.” He swallows as his eyes scan mine. “My life is full of routine and expectations. But that changed when you came along.” I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, grinning. “When you came into the diner a couple weeks ago, I didn’t think much of you, yet when you made that comment about me thinking I know everything, it burrowed under my skin and I didn’t understand it.”

The memory dances in my mind and even though it wasn’t that long ago, it feels like ages since I lived it. “I got to know you a little more and began to feel a certain comfort in your company, an effortless ease that so many people search for, but rarely find. When I saw you at the dance, I could barely move. You were so collected and charming and…unbelievably handsome.” I blush at the thought of him, feeling the warmth gathering on my cheeks.

“And when I kissed you and said it was stupid, I didn’t mean it. I only said that to preserve my dignity because I was doubtful you could ever develop feelings for me, but a part of me secretly hoped you could and did. All this recent drama has been overwhelming and taken an emotional toll on me, Riff. But at this point, I’d endure just about anything if it leads to you.”

Riff’s mouth is agape, his eyes locked on mine. I’m beginning to feel awkward with the silence, considering I just divulged everything that has been swirling in my head for days.

“All these feelings…are all because of me?” Riff asks in genuine disbelief.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he asks, although this question is purely rhetorical. His eyes search mine and I’m doing everything I can for them to reflect the answers he needs.

Riff inches his lips towards mine and this kiss is my favorite one yet. It’s slow, reassuring, and tender. It’s an unspoken oath, a promise to care for and cherish each other. This time, Riff’s the one to break away from the kiss, much to my disappointment at the loss of his plump lips mingling with mine.

“You can stay a little longer if you like,” I tell him.

He pecks my forehead, but rejects my invitation. “I’d love to, but I need to take care of something important.”

“Does this have to do with Ice and the others?”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about,” he replies. His avoidance of my question doesn’t provide me with any relief. “We’ll catch up tomorrow. K?”

“I work tomorrow, but maybe in the evening?” I offer.

“I’m workin’ tomorrow night. We’ll figure somethin’ out.” He winks and presses a firm kiss to my lips before slipping out my bedroom door followed by the front one.

I watch him walk down the street from my window and sigh. As I’m getting ready for bed, I can’t help but wonder about the important thing he has to do. I trust him, right? Therefore, it shouldn’t bother me. He knows what he’s doing…at least, I hope he does.

Despite my efforts to relax, I can’t refrain from fidgeting as I brush my teeth and mull over Riff’s cryptic words. “It’s nothing for you to worry about…” Why wouldn’t he tell me what he was doing? And why do I get the sneaking suspicion it’s because he knows I would disapprove and do everything in my power to dissuade him?

When I flick off the light and climb into bed, I clutch my pillow and pray that Riff is alright. However, my exhaustion consumes me and in the midst of my prayer, I lose my place as I enter a peaceful slumber…

@inkandpen22 @riffheartsgraziella @loverisi @westsidelegendary @sondheim1fan @ilovey0us0 @grxceordxr @dellaspinstales @jillo0315 @drowninginaseaofbooks @theforgottenmcrmy @shitemylife @disguisedbassethound

[ppnuggie]

hi hi congrats on 300 followers!!! (Imo you deserve a million but i mean everyone starts somewhere)

This ask is for the 300 follower special!!

personality :: for this part I'll put good and bad personality traits that I have

Good// I've been told that in general I'm a really nice person and that I care a lot for others,,which i do,, I'm very protective over people that I care about and love,, and will not hesitate to throw hands with somebody who disrespects them,, even if I clearly can't win in a fight,, I'm very open to people that I care about,, and I share a lot with them,, I always try to be there for people,, whether they're a good friend or not

Bad// I've also been told that I'm really gullible and will believe just about anything anyone says,, which is also true,, I tend to let myself be used as a doormat for other people,, I'm also a really needy / clingy person,, another thing is that I'm really touchy person,, not sure if that's a good or a bad thing but I put it here anyways,, especially to people I love I always feel the need to be around them and or touching them in some way,, not in the weird kind of way but touching them like holding their hand,having a hand on their shoulder, Etc,, one last thing is that im really quick to trust people,, it has faded over the years with lots of people coming and going,, but even so I am really quick to trust people

For likes and dislikes,, im not sure if you mean 'what i like in a person' or 'things you like in general', but im assuming you mean things in general

likes :: rainy days,, especially when its dark outside,, reading books about things that interest me,, binging movies/tv shows,, playing video games,, talking to my best friend for hours about literally nothing,,the smell of diesel fuel- (im not joking),,watching youtube,,drawing,,the smell of new alcohol markers,, reading tf x reader fics,,hugs,, and cuddles <3

dislikes :: when someone leaves the faucet water purifier on,, being disrupted when im focused on something,, people talking when im trying to focus,, losing my concentration,, when someone takes wayy to long to respond,, people judging me for how i look and the things I like,, not being able to be myself,,yelling,,and when someone is mean to me or my loved ones

fandom :: Transformers!! Either tfp or bayverse u can pick:)

any sort of gender preference :: male please!! Thank you:))

Also just some facts that might help: i wear glasses that always slide down my nose,, i almost never wear shoes in the house,, and i have a big bumblebee plush from g1 that i always carry with me :)

tysm !! 🥹🥹 im slowly gaining some <33 but hopefully ill reach my next goal ,, 500 followers 😎😎 also i wear glasses too but they slide down too 😭😭 i dont wear them unless im watching smt on tv tho 💀💀 i just cant see too far away ,, heres your matchup thoo !! tysm for being a follower of mine and supporting my content 🥹❤️🙏 i went with tfp with this as well :D also i do like the smell of gasoline too 💀💀 ion know why but i do ,, not that i actively participate in smelling it 💀😭

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 :

- ratchet

- breakdown

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 :

- ratchet

• whilst ratchet comes off as disinterested or grumpy most the times ,, he does have a slight interest towards you

• he does like that you care a lot for everyone at base ,, but he doesnt say anything about it

• occasionally he’ll spare you a genuine smile or two ,, not much for pda but in private moments he doesnt mind your hands all over him

• he’ll let you set on his shoulder or rest against his helm if it makes you feel better <3

• he doesnt play video games ,, but he can agree that he does love rainy days on earth ,, the soft raindrops bring him comfort and peace

• he can also relate to the losing concentration part 💀 he cant stand it

- breakdown

• hes more loud then ratchet is and more energetic then the old medic

• but it isnt much of a bad thing ,, he does tone it down when hes around you ,, taking notice of your dislike towards yelling

• he’ll definitely play games with you in his mass displaced form tho :D !!

• and for rainy days ,, he’ll take you on drives so you can experience it ,, he’ll drive slow and smooth ,, play soft music and just enjoy both of your guys’ comfort

• he will also binge movies with you ,, he is interested in what you humans come up with for entertainment anyways

• he doesnt mind touching either ,, he really loves it 🥹 he loves your affection a lot <33 so you dont gotta worry about that

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 :

soft rain pattered against the window ,, rolling down and away from your view. the sky was a dark grey ,, the sun nowhere to be seen. warm air blew through breakdown’s ventilation ,, keeping you cozy in his alt mode as he drove slowly down the empty road.

he found out that you had enjoyed the rain ,, and soon grew to understand why. he even had a special place in his spark for the weather on earth. even if he wasnt much a fan of the cold or super hot days ,, he didnt mind the rainy weather. not only didnit provide a nice free shower but also time with you.

soft melodies played out his radio ,, strolling down the black road and going who knows where. the scenery was calm and peaceful ,, the moment you two shared would definitely be cherished.

[authorhjk1]

Pool Party

(Lee Ahin X Nancy Mcdonie X Male Reader)

You look one more time at the document, lying in front of you. It's Friday evening. Everyone else is going to enjoy the weekend. You sigh as you get out of your seat. Your weekend is going to be quite hectic.

"Sajangnim."

Mi-ra makes you lift your head.

"This is the report from the Diesel headquarters in Italy."

You take the thin binder out of her hand. Flipping through it, you scan the numbers.

"And here is the final draft for the Korean Air contract."

A way bigger folder this time.

"Thank you, Mi-ra."

You chuckle as you stand up.

"Now I have something to read before going to bed."

Your secretary smiles, while she bows.

"If you need any assistance over the weekend, please let me know, sir. I will gladly help."

"Thank you, but I'm sure I will manage. You are going on a trip with your boyfriend. I don't want to hold you back."

She nods, a glad smile on her face.

"Thank you, sir. I'm really excited."

"Where are you going?"

"My parent's neighbors have a big get together. We are invited."

"Ah, I see."

The two of you continue to talk as you walk towards the door.

"So, you are going back to Busan, then?"

"Yes, I am."

Mi-ra takes your jacket off the coat stand.

"I always wanted to go there, but I haven't found the time do so yet. Thank you."

She gives you your jacket, before you open the door for her.

"I'm sure our neighbors would love to invite you next year."

You laugh at her joke, before closing the door to your office behind you.

"I'm heading out for today. You can get off work now as well.

"You can always call me, sir. In case something comes up."

"Don't worry about it. I need you here next week. Fully recharged and energized. I won't call you."

Stepping through the front door, you immediately realize, what Ahin has made out of your agreement. If you only knew she meant this weekend. You groan as you hear the loud music echo through your house.

After taking your shoes and jacket off, you walk down the hallway. It seems Ahin's speaker is inside your living room. Putting your briefcase down on the kitchen counter, you see that Ahin made cookies. Probably for her guest. You don't bother asking her, putting one of them into your mouth, while taking another one. The warm cookies make the chocolate on the inside melt.

You savor the taste, walking into your living room. The sight of your dinner table almost causes you to let the second cookie fall out of your hand.

You never expected Ahin and her friend to play poker. You never expected her friend to be this sexy and alluring. And you never expected the two of them to sit at your table, barely wearing anything.

While the young brunette is still wearing denim shorts, your girlfriend is showing off her beautifully sculpted body. Since you are standing behind her, you have a good view of her naked shoulders and back. And especially her butt cheeks.

There is no way she is sitting like this without purpose. She must have known you would come home eventually. And she must have known you wouldn't be able to resist her. Her body perfectly on display in this colourful bikini.

Her hair looks somewhat like cotton candy and her nails match that colour.

Ahin's friend is wearing a blue, orange top, which is hiding her midriff. She looks just as beautiful as the woman in front of her. Her aura is model like and you realize she must be one of Ahin's ex band mates.

"Do you give up?"

Her voice is barely audible over the loud music.

You see Ahin shaking her head. It seems like none of the two noticed your appearance yet.

"Show me what you got."

Taking a step closer, you can see Ahin's friend revealing her cards. Two pairs. Your girlfriend shifts around in her chair, before revealing her own hand. She only got a pair of eights.

The brunette's evil laugh makes you chuckle as she pushes a full shot glass towards your girlfriend.

You check your watch. 7pm. Isn't that a little early?

You walk closer as Ahin tilts her head back. Only now you see the bottle of tequila standing on the table.

Standing right behind her, the brunette looks at you. It is obvious that this isn't exactly their first round and she lost a couple of times already. She gives you a slight smirk, but doesn't say anything.

Ahin groans as she puts the glass down.

You reach forward, wanting to scare her. Ahin jumps as she feels your hands on her naked shoulders.

"Yah!"

She is about to turn around, but you sneak your arms around her midriff, right beneath her chest.

"Hello, sexy."

You hear her chuckle in your ear as she slightly turns her head.

"Hi, daddy."

You knew this was coming. But you're glad the bottle of liquor isn't as empty as you thought at first. The two of them couldn't have drunk more than two or three shots each. Still, you don't know their tolerance for alcohol.

"Wanna play with us?"

Ahin kisses your cheek.

"I have a lot of work to do this weekend. I can't afford getting drunk."

She pouts at you, before struggling to get out of your hug.

"Fine. Don't play with us then."

She seems hurt as she collects all the cards from the table.

"I don't have a problem with playing. I'm just saying I can't drink."

"Or are you scared you are going to lose?"

Ahin's friend grins at you, obviously challenging you to a play.

"What am I betting? I'm not gonna drink."

You pull out the chair at the head of the table. Ahin to your left, her friend to your right.

"And no, I don't have cash on me right now."

"Why don't you bet your clothes?"

"Nancy!"

Ahin looks at the brunette and you expect her to yell at her further. Instead, she shuffles the cards.

"He is still MY boyfriend."

You see Nancy rolling her eyes.

"Come on. You told me about your agreement. He is allowed to fool around."

Watching the two of them, you wonder what Ahin told Nancy about you.

"Fine."

Your girlfriend shrugs her shoulders. First, you think that's all she has to say on the matter. But you quickly find out that Ahin has more tricks up her sleeve.

Her toes reach your leg, slowly starting to dance over your skin. Their purpose clear.

Ahin deals two cards to everyone, while her foot makes its way up your leg.

"Shouldn't we all bet the same?"

Nancy raises an eyebrow at your innocent question.

"Don't you think your girlfriend would have a small disadvantage?"

Looking at Ahin, you know the brunette is right. Except for her bikini, Ahin isn't wearing a thing.

"Do you want to keep drinking then?"

"No."

Ahin shakes her head.

"I hate the taste."

You grin, while Nancy laughs at her.

Ahin places the five cards in the middle of the table. A king of hearts, an eight of spades, a seven of spades and a queen of clubs.

The two women check their cards and so do you. A two of clubs and a three of spades. Well, that's a great start. You sigh internally, while trying to read the girl's faces. This isn't the first time you play and although there is no money on the line, you want to win. Having the chance to see both of them naked is enough motivation.

Ahin frowns, while Nancy seems to like her hand. You don't know how well they play, but you doubt they would fake their facial expressions.

"I bet a sock."

Nancy looks around the table, unable to hide her grin. Ahin is visibly mispleased. Because of her hand, or because she has barely anything to offer. Or both.

"My tie."

There is still room for improvement. And you want to undress the two of them as soon as possible.

You look at Ahin. She shifts around in her seat, about to give up. Unbeknownst to you, Nancy wiggles her eyebrows mockingly at Ahin, before slowly sliding her left hand over the table in your direction. Although Ahin doesn't mind sharing you, she doesn't want to give up without a fight.

"Guess I'm gonna start drinking again."

Ahin pours herself a glass, but not without her foot now resting on your knee.

"Isn't that a little unfair? You could drink the whole bottle and still be dressed."

"I doubt she can drink that much, Nancy."

The brunette shrugs her shoulders.

"We will see."

She takes a card from the pile next to the revealed cards. She smiles, before putting one of the old ones, face down, next to the pile.

"I keep going."

"And what are you going to bet?"

"My other sock."

Nancy watches you as you take the next card.

A three of clubs. At least it's a pair. If you are lucky, Ahin doesn't even have that.

"I bet a sock as well."

Ahin takes a card as well, before putting one back. She sighs, before reaching for Nancy's shot glass. She fills it without a word.

You look around, before you motion Nancy to show her cards.

With a smug grin, Nancy places her cards on the table. A king of clubs and an eight of hearts. Two pairs.

You show your own cards. A lousy pair of threes.

To your surprise, Ahin's face suddenly changes.

"Got you!"

With a laugh, she places her own cards on the table. A king of spades and a queen of hearts.

You sigh as you start to undo your tie. Nancy bends under the table, reaching for her socks. Her denim shorts are tightly hugging her cheeks, you turn your head, hoping Ahin didn't catch you staring. Leaning down as well, you take off one of your own socks.

Putting it on the table, next to Nancy's, you are surprised, when Ahin suddenly reaches for them and starts to put them on.

"What are you doing?"

"This is only fair. I started with a disadvantage."

Ahin puts on your sock and one of Nancy's. She let's your tie dangle from her shoulders.

Nancy reaches for the cards, ready to start dealing. You realize that this might not be as easy as you thought it would be.

"I bet my pants."

You look at Nancy. After winning her socks back, she lost them to Ahin again. You are already sitting in your chair without your tie and an unbuttoned shirt. You lost it to Nancy, but now you got it back.

"I bet my shirt again."

You look at your cards. You currently have a flush, confident that you are going to win this round.

"I bet my second sock."

Well, it's yours to be exact.

Nancy puts her cards on the table. A straight. You show your own cards. Nancy's smile drops and Ahin frowns again. Although, you don't really trust her face anymore.

Your girlfriend sighs and puts her cards down. Two pairs. You take your sock back, before turning to Nancy.

"Are you going to watch me take them off?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"Might as well."

"Fine."

You see her winking at Ahin, before standing up. Leaning back, you watch Nancy undo the button on the front. She turns around, bending forward.

You feel Ahin's toes glide over your crotch as Nancy slightly wiggles her hips. Turning back for just a moment, you see Ahin watching her as well. Her chin resting in her hand, her elbow placed on the table.

Nancy makes a show out of it. She slowly reveals her round butt, while slightly swaying her hips from left to right. Her thick thighs look invitingly delicious. Looking over her shoulder, she makes sure that you are watching. Her bottoms match her top. Blue and orange in the same pattern. Nancy's ass seems slightly fuller than Ahin's.

The brunette throws her denim pants onto your lap. Your girlfriend's foot is still doing small circles on your crotch.

Once she sits down, Nancy reaches for the cards, ready to shuffle them again. You have to look into Ahin's eyes, needing to tell her to stop moving her foot. She looks at you with fake innocence, smiling at you.

Nancy deals the cards. You look at yours. A king of hearts and an ace of hearts. A good start.

You see both of them smiling as well. Are they fooling you? Or do they actually have good cards?

Nancy reveals the five cards in the middle. Looks like you have won this round. Time to finish this game quickly.

"I bet my shirt, my pants and Nancy's shorts."

You pretend to hide your grin, hoping the two of them would think you are bluffing. Ahin scoffs.

"You seem really confident."

You shrug your shoulders.

"Fine."

Ahin looks down on herself. She is still not wearing much.

"I bet my last sock."

Nancy shakes her head.

"You have to bet the same amount."

Your girlfriend glares at you.

"Alright. I bet both of my socks. And..."

She looks down on herself again.

"And my bottoms."

Finally you are getting somewhere.

"What are you doing?"

Nancy looks at her with suspicion.

"What do you mean?"

Ahin fakes her innocence once more.

The younger one rolls her eyes, before looking at her cards. After seeing the two of you bet so much. And after watching Ahin take another card, she eventually does the same.

"I bet my..."

It's her turn to look down on herself. You hide your smile as you see her face when she realizes she isn't wearing enough clothes.

"I... I bet my top and my bottoms."

Ahin shakes her head.

"One more."

"I don't have anything."

"That sucks for you."

You honestly don't quite understand, why the two of them have started to become so competitive. If this is about having sex with you, wouldn't it be smarter to lose first?

"Than I'm gonna..."

Nancy realizes that you already brought the tequila to safety, after Ahin lost a round and had to take three more shots. You gave her water, which made her feel a little better. Sleeping with a drunk woman isn't the same as with a sober one. Plus, it feels like you would take advantage of her. But now, Ahin seems alright again.

"No alcohol anymore."

Nancy looks at you after your comment.

"Fine."

She glances at your crotch, before looking at Ahin.

"I bet my mouth."

A slight smirk plays around her lips.

"What?"

Ahin's voice is a little louder than usual.

"If you win, I'm gonna eat you out."

Nancy says that as if she has done that a hundred times already.

"If your boyfriend wins..."

She trails off, but places her left hand on your thigh.

You feel yourself harden underneath Ahin's foot at the thought.

"We said we would only bet clothes and tequila."

She definitely felt it too.

"So what?"

Nancy faces you.

"You have almost more clothes on than the two of us combined. Which means, we will need something to make it fair, right?"

Ahin senses your inner conflict. Of course you want to side with your girlfriend. But a blowjob from her model like friend?

Before you can speak up, you hear Ahin's voice.

"Fine. I will raise you though. I bet my top, too."

She reaches behind her and pulls at the bow on her back. Ahin's bikini top comes loose. Except for a little more cleavage, it doesn't reveal much more, still held up by the thin straps on her shoulders. But the message is clear.

"It's not your turn y-"

You try to ease the tension, but you are interrupted by Nancy.

"I offer my thighs."

You turn towards her.

"You can touch them, fuck them,"

Her voice suddenly turns into a whisper.

"Cum on them."

"Yah!"

Ahin looks at her with fire in her eyes.

"Nancy Jewel Mcdonie!"

Is that her full name? For some reason, her name makes Nancy seem even sexier.

"What is it Ahin?"

She glares back at your girlfriend.

"I-I"

She stutters, trying to come up with something.

"I will- I will let you fuck my throat. You can cum as often as you want."

Nancy scoffs, while you try to remain calm. What is happening right now? Are the two of them doing this because they actually want you, or just because they don't want to lose to each other?

"That's boring, girl."

Nancy leans forward to push Ahin's foot out of your lap. She places her hand on your clothed cock, squeezing it slightly.

"You can have my pussy. Fuck me all day, baby."

Her brown eyes stare into yours as she bites her lip. For just a second, you are entranced by her, before Ahin jumps out of her chair.

"Yah!"

She takes your chin and turns your head towards her.

"Use me. Use my body all night. Do whatever you want with me."

Ahin leans forward, her lips next to your ear.

"Every hole you want."

"Girls, I-"

And once again, Nancy interrupts you.

"That's lame."

She places her hand over Ahin's and makes you face her.

"I will ride you. I'm gonna rock your world and you don't have to lift a finger. You can just enjoy my pussy."

She leans forward too, whispering into your ear, just like Ahin.

"No one has ever been in my ass before."

You finally take both of their hands and remove them from your face. Ahin seems to think about more stuff she could bet.

"I will let your cream pie me. Breed me."

She looks at you, trying to act innocent again.

"Please?"

"Both of you stop it. I-"

Nancy quickly disappears underneath the table. Before you can react, the brunette is kneeling in front of you, her hands undoing your belt.

Looks like you won this round in more ways than one.

Ahin is visibly trying to do something too. But is not quite sure, what exactly.

"You weren't lying, Ahin."

You hear Nancy's voice under the table as she pulls off your pants and traces the length of your clothed cock with her finger.

"Why would I?"

You look at Ahin, who is still trying to think about a way to beat her friend.

"Wow."

Nancy coos as she pulls down your boxers.

Your girlfriend suddenly whispers into your ear.

"Remember the rules?"

You immediately reach down. You stop Nancy from kissing your cock by grabbing a fistful of her hair, holding her in place.

"You promised, you would never sleep with someone but me in this house."

"Hey..."

You blend out Nancy's voice, trying to remember that day in your office.

"No. You said, I'm not allowed to invite anyone over. Last time I checked, this was your idea."

You know that this was Ahin's only way of getting what she wanted. She pouts at you, releasing her poor choice of words.

Looking at her for a second, you come to a quick conclusion. This is not about who invited whom. It's about the respect you have for Ahin. You are not going to fuck anyone but her in this house.

"The pool?"

You wink at her and Ahin catches what you are implying.

She nods, a devilish grin on her lips.

"Would you let go of my-"

This time it's you who interrupts her. You get up from the chair, while letting go off her hair. Your pants fall to the floor, before you reach for Nancy under the table. She is barely taller than Ahin and not noticeably heavier.

Picking her up with ease, you feel Nancy's around your neck.

"Where are we going?"

She smiles at you, still thinking she won.

Unbeknownst to her, Ahin is rushing towards the glass door to open it. Before Nancy can react, she is already flying towards the pool.

With a loud splash, she hits the water, making Ahin the only contestant for your attention. Your girlfriend quickly gets rid off her top, before pushing you towards one of the wooden deck chairs.

As soon as you sit, Ahin is already sitting between your legs, leaning forward. Her lips touch your tip as she starts to stroke you.

"Fuck."

She kisses along your shaft.

"Why does this turn me on so much?"

You chuckle at her as she starts to take your cock into her mouth.

"Yah!"

You hear water splashing. Looking over Ahin's head and her beautiful ass, you see Nancy at the edge of the pool.

"That's cheating!"

With her mouth full, Ahin is unable to reply. But she shakes her head vigorously, making yours roll back.

"Ahin..."

You groan as she keeps going. Reaching forward, you have to hold her head in place. A week ago, Ahin found one of your soft spots. Since then, she started to use it to her advantage, whenever she needed you to cum quickly.

Just like right now. You keep her face pressed into your crotch, so she can't do anything. That results in Ahin choking as you stuff her throat with cock.

Nancy gets out of your pool, her body dripping wet. Her wet hair makes her look more mature and that small drop on her nose almost makes you laugh.

Once she reaches the two of you, she gives Ahin's naked ass a playful slap. It makes your girlfriend's body rock forward, making her take even more of your cock. You watch how her full cheeks absorb the impact.

"Since Ahin is busy with her mouth, let me use yours."

Nancy bends down, giving you a nice view of her ample cleavage, before capturing your lips with hers. You taste a faint hint of tequila on them as Nancy forces her tongue into your mouth. Unwilling to let her get the best of you, you pull her on top of you. The brunette stumbles forward, crashing into you.

You hear a muffled protest from Ahin, but you are too busy making out with Nancy. Your hands explore her wet skin as you let them glide along her waist and her back.

While your tongue explores her mouth, you hands start to get used to her body as you girlfriend's friend lies on top of you. You feel her chest pressing against you, her hand in your hair.

The two of you eventually have to break away for air.

"Those pictures Ahin send, don't do you justice."

Nancy starts to kiss your neck, her other hand sliding underneath your opened shirt.

"What kind of pictures?"

You are curious what Ahin says about you.

"A picture of you in a suit."

Nancy kisses your neck.

"A picture of you in the shower."

She gives you another peck.

"And a picture of your cock halfway down her throat."

The brunette looks up at you.

"I hope by the end of the weekend, I will have enough pictures for myself."

"Weekend?"

You thought she would stay to spend the night. At most.

"Yeah. More than enough time to take a picture of my face, covered in your cum."

You hear Ahin choking as you unconsciously thrust your hips upwards. The thought of cuming on Nancy's face makes you push Ahin's face further into your crotch with one hand, while the other starts to squeeze Nancy's tits over her top.

"You like them?"

You nod, before watching her pull her top up. It's now bunched up over her tits as she pushes her chest towards you. Opening your mouth, you capture one of her nipples, flicking your tongue against it.

Nancy moans, while you feel Ahin bobbing her head up and down. You enjoy her tits, switching between them occasionally. While Nancy keeps tugging at your hair everytime she moans, you realize that you might be coming to the end too early.

You slowly push Ahin off your cock, unable to defend yourself from one last lick of her tongue, which almost makes you cum.

"Ahin..."

You sigh, thinking she probably knows how close you are. She gives you a knowing grin, licking her lips.

"Switch places."

You try to buy some time, not wanting to cum too early.

You watch the two of them change position. Ahin is straddling your upper body, while Nancy starts to focus on your cock as she kneels in front of the deck chair.

To wonder, when Ahin possibly could have lost her top, is a waste of time. You immediately enjoy her naked chest as she leans forward. While you let your hands explore her mounds, your mouth is tasked to pepper the skin on her neck with kisses.

Your girlfriend moans as you find the spot that makes her melt. Her head is rolled back as you mark her skin while tugging at her nipples slightly.

Then, you feel Nancy's tits around your cock. They are bigger than Ahin's, but not big enough. You can feel her fingers on the upper side of your cock as she closes the gap. Her soft flesh around you feels warm and cold at the same time. Probably because her chest is wet, due to the water from the pool.

Nancy slowly starts to glide up and down along your shaft. Her tits squished together, making sure you enjoy the feeling of them wrapped around you.

At the same time, you start to take Ahin's nipples into your mouth. Just like Nancy did before, your girlfriend holds onto your hair with one hand, tugging at it occasionally.

"God yes."

She sighs as she feels your lips and tongue all over her chest. Her skin is a little softer than Nancy's.

The younger girl on her knees makes you groan as you feel her lips wrap around your tip. Everytime the tip of your cock leaves her cleavage, Nancy captures it with her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, before she moves upwards again. Her steady rhythm suggests that this isn't her first time doing this.

You feel Ahin's biki bottoms rub against your abdomen as you keep pleasuring her. The slight wetness on your abs exposes her need for release as her clothing starts to become damp.

You realize that, since the night on Halloween, you weren't able to enjoy her pussy properly. Of course you fucked her since then, but because of your tight schedule, there wasn't much time to pleasure each other as much as you would've liked.

You place your hands on her thighs, slowly pushing her upwards. You see Ahin smirk on top of you as she realizes what you're doing. Your mind is still not completely on the task as Nancy makes sure you can't concentrate properly. Her ample tits wrap around your cock perfectly, the warm flesh makes you groan occasionally.

After a couple of moments, you finally get Ahin into the right position. Your hands are now placed on her cheeks, holding her up right in front of your face, while her legs rest on the backrest behind you.

You lick her bottoms, tasting her juices on the fabric, before looking up at her. Ahin's eyes glisten with lust as she sees you underneath her, ready to eat her out.

"Would you mind?"

It takes her a second to comprehend what you mean. With shaky fingers, Ahin clumsily undoes the ties on her bottoms. You can feel the heat coming from her body, especially her core.

You sometimes have a hard time believing that Ahin gets turned on by you fucking other women. But right now, with Nancy's tits wrapped around your cock, Ahin seems like a horny mess. Once her bottoms fall onto your chest, you see her lips glistening with her juices.

You pull her body further towards you, almost making her sit on your shoulders. Ahin moans as she feels your tongue licking her labia. Her hands are holding onto your hair as she tries to calm her body.

While you start to eat out your girlfriend, Nancy makes sure you can't focus properly. She kept up her rhythm the whole time up until now. Now, she is staying in place, her tits mostly wrapped around the lower half of your shaft. Her mouth is busy with sucking you off.

The combination of Nancy's mouth and tits around your cock is something you usually don't experience. It makes you groan, which sends shivers up Ahin's spine.

Your girlfriend is enjoying the feeling of you devouring her pussy, while her friend works your cock. Ahin's hair is a mess by now. It's hanging into her face, blocking the view. The rest of her body is starting to fail her as well. Her legs are starting to buckle. Her core is burning up and her breathing becomes faster.

While you slowly push Ahin towards her orgasm, Nancy has had enough of sucking you off. In contrast to Ahin, you haven't given her pussy any attention at all yet. Seeing you eating out your girlfriend, makes Nancy even wetter. And jealous.

She quickly gets rid of her bottoms, before inserting a finger into her own pussy. It only takes her a couple of moments, until she is completely wet. After Ahin telling her so much about you, there is no way she can keep her eyes off your cock.

Nancy straddles you, while you bring Ahin towards her high.

"Fuck!"

Your girlfriend shakes as you make her cum. You hold her securely, since her position isn't really safe.

After Ahin's body relaxes, you are about to put her down. You suddenly feel Nancy's pussy lips tease your shaft.

Without having time to prepare yourself, your eyes roll back as Nancy sinks herself onto your cock.

"Gosh, that's big."

She moans as she feels her pussy getting stretched by your cock. It has been a couple of months since Nancy had a proper fuck. Her pussy immediately clenches tightly around you.

"You've got a great cock."

Nancy shuts her eyes as she keeps lowering herself onto you. You see Ahin looking over her shoulder at her friend, studying her facial expressions.

"You look so hot riding him."

You can't see Nancy, but you can almost hear her smirk.

"I promised I would ride him."

And so she starts. Her hips meet yours whenever she slams down. And you feel her hands pushing against your abs whenever she pushes herself upwards. Her walls wrap around your cock like a sleeve and you are unable to do anything but lie in your chair.

You only realize that you are still holding Ahin, when you arms start to grow tired. With closed eyes, you try to put her down, not wanting to make her fall. You can almost feel Ahin stare at your face as she watches you. She bites her lip, loving the way your face twists in pleasure.

Once your girlfriend finally gets off of you, she returns her attention to Nancy.

"Oh my god. You are creaming all over him."

You open your eyes to verify Ahin's observation.

Your cock is slowly becoming covered with cream as Nancy is literally creaming. Her pussy feels tighter than before and yet she rides you more smoothly. Her head is tossed back, while her nails dig into the skin above your abs. Her mouth hangs open in a silent scream.

"This looks so good, baby."

Ahin leans over you again, capturing your lips with hers. The kiss is messy. There is not a hint of affection and love. Only lust and desire. Ahin slightly bites your lower lip, before you force your tongue into her mouth. Your hand is intangled in her hair, pulling her down to you.

The kiss becomes more sloppy, when you start to feel that familiar feeling inside your stomach. Nancy keeps riding you, her pussy keeps creaming around your cock, making it glide up and down on your shaft.

The young brunette has slightly changed her position. She is now squatting over you, her hands still on your abs. This way, she somehow manages to take even more of you inside of her.

You groan into the kiss, signaling Ahin that you are about to cum.

The sound of your phone ringing saves you. Not necessarily because you have to answer it, but it distracts you from Nancy's pussy.

"D-D you mind?"

You mumble into the kiss, while holding onto Nancy's hands, which are still pressing against your abdomen.

Ahin breaks the kiss to go back inside and get your phone. She can't help but watch though. She keeps her eyes on you and Nancy, while slowly walking backwards.

"Ahin..."

You motion her to hurry as you start to try to get Nancy off of you.

"I have to answer this."

As if she doesn't hear you, Nancy rides you like a crazy person. You can see how much cream she is leaking. Your whole cock is covered in it. It looks like you came in her, but you know you are barely holding on.

Finally, Ahin comes back with the phone.

"Nancy..."

She doesn't stop bouncing on you, while moaning occasionally.

"Let me take care of her."

Ahin hands you the phone, before attacking her ex bandmate. She holds her in place, while kissing her. You see her fingers rub on her clit.

"(Y/n) speaking."

Nancy's eyes are shut as Ahin plays with her, while covering her mouth with her own.

"Hello. I'm Cho Won-tae. I'm afraid we have to reschedule our meeting."

You close your eyes, unable to watch the two girls on top of you.

"That's-That's alright. What date and time do you have in mind?"

You feel Nancy tensing up around you as you hear her muffled moans.

"What do you think about Sunday?"

"I think that should work."

You almost groan as you feel Nancy's pussy clenching onto you, while Ahin keeps rubbing her clit.

"I don't have my calendar with me at the moment, though. Let me come back to you, once I've checked which time works for me."

"Alright then. I will be awaiting your call."

In that exact moment Nancy decides to cum. Her body shakes on top of you. Her walls hug you tighter than before.

"God! Fuck!"

You hear her muffled scream as she orgasms.

You do your best to hold on. And to be quiet. You can't afford getting caught by the CEO of Korean Air.

As Nancy's pussy contracts around you, you try to finish the call as fast as possible. Once you are able to hang up, you throw your phone away before holding onto Nancy's thighs. She has come down from her high, looking slightly out of it, while Ahin stands beside her.

"What was that?"

"I-I couldn't help it."

She sighs breathlessly, her skin slightly covered in her sweat.

"I can't help this either."

You sit up, pushing Nancy off of you. She stumbles to her feet. But before she can say anything, you turn her around and bend her over the chair.

"Be quiet and take it."

You push yourself inside of her again, rocking her body forward. Nancy moans as you start to fuck her from behind.

After a couple of thrusts, you realize she is having too much fun for your taste.

"Ahin."

You motion for her to walk in front of Nancy.

Your girlfriend gets the hint, sitting down on the chair right in front of Nancy's face.

"Make her cum. And maybe I will forgive you."

Ahin's eyes sparkle with amusement and lust as she sees Nancy lowering her head. Moans start to leave her mouth once she feels her friend's tongue pressing against her clit.

You reach forward, holding Nancy by her neck, while pushing her further into Ahin. Driving your cock in and out of her, you slowly start to feel that familiar feeling again. It subsided, when you got the call, now it starts to come back. You let out your frustration on Nancy for not being able to cum earlier.

Ahin has to hold the brunette's head in place while you pound into her. Her tongue is barely able to keep up as you push into her again and again.

Nancy is a mess by now. The cocky poker player is gone.

Whenever you retreat out of her pussy, you see how she is creaming on your cock. The natural lubricant helps you to fuck her harder. To fuck her deeper.

Your hands start to leave red marks on her hips as you keep pulling her body towards you while you thrust forward.

"Oh god! Please!"

You hear her moan loudly. But this time it's not muffled by Ahin's mouth, but her pussy. Your girlfriend is obviously enjoying this as you see her head rolling back. Her pink hair is flowing down her back while she bites her lip, trying not to moan.

The feeling of your upcoming orgasm increases as you keep fucking Nancy from behind. You dig your nails into her pale skin, leaving small marks on her waist. After a couple of more thrusts, Nancy has given up on pleasuring Ahin. Her head is flopping around to the rhythm of your thrusts, while her hair is flying in all directions.

Ahin is trying to make herself cum with her fingers, while watching you fuck Nancy's brains out.

"Almost there!"

Ahin's lips move, but it sounds like Nancy said it. Or did they both?

You concentrate on the task at hand. Making Nancy climax and then cum on her thighs. Like she promised. You had your eyes on them as soon as you heard her offer. Her pale skin and full flesh more than just inviting you to paint them.

"You fuck her so good!"

Ahin cums first. She arches her back as she plunges her fingers inside her pussy one last time. A high pitched moan escapes her lips as her pussy contracts around her fingers.

Only a couple of thrusts later, Nancy joins her friend in her orgasmic state. Her head falls onto the chair as her knees buckle. She cries into the chair as she cums hard on your cock. You feel her pussy squeezing your cock again and again. It makes you light headed.

And it makes you cum too.

You pull out, before flipping Nancy over. Lying on her back, her head rests in Ahin's lap as you tower over her.

You jerk yourself off with two last pumps, before shooting your load. Nancy's thick thighs get hit by your cum as you stain her pale skin. The brunette moans as she feels your hot seed on her body.

"How are you doing this?"

Ahin asks as she cums on your cock again.

It's Sunday now. Nancy has stayed the weekend. Like she promised. The two of them did their best to distract you from work. And to fuck you.

When you finally finished work on Sunday evening, you closed the deal with Korean Air, cream pied Ahin at least thrice and came almost on every part of Nancy's body.

You are unable to answer Ahin's question now as Nancy keeps riding your face. Her pussy hungry for release, her hips bucking towards you.

Ahin is riding you, just like Nancy did two days prior. Instead of lying on the chair, you are lying on a towel on the wooden deck.

The two girl's riding becomes faster. One of them tries to make herself cum, while the other tries to make you cum.

Nancy almost suffocates you with her thighs as she orgasms on your face. Her juices leak out of her as her mouth pronounces the lewdest sounds.

You feel yourself close to climaxing as well. You reach around Nancy, trying to find Ahin's waist. Once you get a hold of it, you lift Ahin up and down in your own rhythm. It's way faster and harder than how she rode you a second ago.

"Fuck, yes! Use my pussy!"

The weekend has been great. You finished all your work, are now the proud owner of an airline and had sex with Ahin and Nancy more often than you could count.

"Give her all your cum. I want to have some, too."

Nancy coos, while her thighs rub against your head. Her pussy is still hovering right above you. You lick at it, unable to resist your urge to make her cum again. The reaction is immediate as Nancy hisses.

At the same time, Ahin becomes undone around your cock. Her pussy twitches, contracts and tries to milk the cum out of you. You finally give her what she wants. As Ahin shakes on top of you, you paint her insides with cum. You see stars as you feel Nancy's thighs around your head simultaneously.

You will be definitely having breakfast by the pool tomorrow morning.

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Hello everyone!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. You can keep requesting until next weekend, then I'm going to start the polls for the December special.

[allzelemonz]

Axel X Male Reader

Always had a small crush on Axel, he’s just a nice guy with my favorite kind of facial hair. Mostly in show plot with some small fluff at the end.

After being in the end of the world for a while, just trying to stay alive and away from those monsters, you didn’t have a problem helping to defend what was yours. So, when the group found a prison you all jumped at the chance to have a fence around you. It was gradual, but you got everything secure. Rick, of course, wanted to be sure. He took a group out to clear some of the surrounding cell blocks. You stayed back, checking guard towers and picking weapons and good clothes off of the walkers.

After a long day of work you found comfort in the security of the walls along with the rest of the group. It went on like that for a few days, work and sleep. Just like before. That changed when two prisoners showed up asking to join the group. Rick had apparently found them when clearing and allowed them to stay in a separate cell block. They pleaded to join, but Rick denied them. You joined T-Dog in trying to help them out, but Rick wouldn’t budge. He settled for giving them supplies and sending them on their way and the group got ready to move cars.

The blond, Axel, tried to strike a cord with Daryl over his bike and how he knew a lot about them, only leading to failure. After you’d gathered the supplies you went with Glenn to hand them off.

“Thank you, bro.” He said timidly.

Glenn hesitated for a moment, “Sit tight.” He said.

Axel’s attention turned to you as Glenn began to walk away with you just behind him. He saw that you had a prison jumpsuit on with the top tied around your waist, you’d taken it as an extra change of clothes.

“You look good in that jumpsuit, man!” He called.

You looked over to him as he gave you a thumbs up even with the box in his hands. Glenn shook his head not to provoke them, but you ignored the former pizza guy.

“Thanks.” You replied with a small nod and a hint of a smile.

You split from Glenn and ran back up to help with the cars. As you moved that last one into place everyone took a moment to celebrate Hershel getting out and around again. The moment was short lived when the walkers came out. Carl was the first to see them, alerting the others. You ran to help clear, shooting what you could. You ran to defend Beth and Hershel, getting to safety with them. It didn’t take long for Rick and the others to make their way up from the outer gates. Once Rick was caught up he brought you out to help clear, leaving Beth and Hershel in the safety of the gate. You ran out, helping Daryl take down a walker before you had a moment to talk.

“Those chains didn’t break on their own, some took an axe or cutter to them.” Glenn informed.

Rick looked back to Axel and Oscar.

“Woah, let’s not jump to conclusions.” You tried to reason.

“You think they did it?” Glenn asked.

“Who else?” Rick confirmed.

“There could have been someone else here we didn’t see, we can’t blame them without evidence.”

Before Rick could respond the alarms began to blare.

“What’s that?” Glenn said, baffled at the bad luck.

“Oh- You gotta be kidding me!” Daryl said, frustrated.

You all began to shoot out the alarms, but they were sounding all around the prison and attracting walkers fast. Rick rushed over to the prisoners, gun raised at Oscar.

“How the hell can this be happening.”

“Woah, woah, woah, it has to be the backup generators.” Oscar explained.

“Well how do you turn those on?” Rick lowered his gun as Daryl kept his crossbow aimed at the prisoner.

“There’s three that’s connected to a diesel tank, okay.” Oscar said, hands raised. “Each one controls a certain part of the prison.”

You looked around at the gates, walkers still coming and coming.

“That hacks shut them all off when the prison was overrun.” Oscar finished.

Rick gestured his gun at Axel for a moment. “Can someone open up the main gates electronically with full power?”

“I only worked in there a few days.” Oscar admitted. “I guess it might be possible.

Rick grabbed Oscar by the collar, pulling him along. “Come with us.”

“Let’s go!” Glenn yelled.

You ran into the main cell block and began to look for everyone, but they weren’t there. Rick decided to split up and try to find the generators. You went with Glenn and Axel, running down the hall in hopes of finding anything worthwhile. After a few minutes of running around in nearly pitch black hallways the alarms turned off. The other group must’ve found the generators. Not long after that you came across them waiting for some walkers to pass in a hallway. When the sound didn’t move on you all turned the corner to find the walkers feasting on a corpse.

Rick took the walkers out and everyone rushed to see who it was. Daryl found Carol’s head scarf, and you all assumed it was her. After a moment of thought you all found you way back outside to check on Hershel and Beth now that it was safe. They hadn’t seen any sign of the others. Rick began to plan, but was interrupted by the cry of a baby. Maggie and Carl emerged with no sign of Lori. You knew right away what must have happened. You watched as Rick cried over his lost wife and Glenn tried to comfort Maggie.

After a moment everyone comes back from the mourning and starts to think about where to go from there. Daryl jumps to go on a run for the baby’s formula, Glenn and Maggie volunteer to join him. As Rick stays in his broken state Daryl gives out orders. Ignoring Rick’s departure you follow Oscar and Axel to help with the gates while the others get to a car for the run.

Things began to wind down and Glenn asked you to help dig graves, so you obliged. Some time passed and Oscar and Axel offered to help. Glenn was standoffish at first, but seeing Hershel needed to talk he handed Axel his shovel. You welcomed the two, showing them where to dig and trying to be friendly. It took about an hour to get the grave deep enough and another to actually bury your friends.

After that you hung around the prisoners, mostly of your own will, but also at Glenn’s request for you to keep an eye on them. You moved them into cells on your block, keeping them away from the rest of the group. You made sure they understood what would happen if they wondered past your cell at night, even if they meant to harm. Oscar turned out to be an early sleeper after the small group session of watching Daryl and the baby. Axel stayed up, sitting on the edge of the walkway and looking up through the windows at the sky. You sat down next to him.

“You really think I look good in the jumpsuit or was that just you trying to gain my trust?”

Axel turned to you, a small smile hidden under his mustache. “I will admit it was, no one looks good in these.”

“I see.” You nodded. “But, I have to disagree.” You met his eyes. “You look alright.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” A small pink dust shown beneath the curls of his mustache.

“I think you’ll fit in alright.” You smiled at him. “As long as you stop calling everyone bro.”

“My bad.” He looked down at his lap sheepishly.

“It’s alright, you seem like a nice guy.”

“Well so do you, sir.” He chuckled. “If I’m not too forward.” He looked back at you.

“Never.”

“You’re quite a guy.”

[geekydane]

More than a machine - Connor x reader - part 6

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 •  Part 4 •  Part 5

“Who is this?” James threw a magazine on the table in front of you at work, as you were caught up in some boring powerpoint that had to be made for the next meeting. You were shook out of your working trance and looked at the screen of the magazine. On the front were some new pictures of the faceless android that was Markus. It was from the security camera in the Stratford Tower. If you didn’t know Markus there would be no way for you to tell that it was him, so you knew just how frustrating it was for the police to figure out who he was. And of course Connor. But the fact that they were looking for Markus had to mean that he wasn’t the one Connor ‘felt’ shoot itself in front of him. Markus was out there and alive. You tried to hide how it felt like a thousand kilos were removed from your shoulders, but you knew James saw through you as you talked.

“I don’t know.” You said and turned your head back to your computer. James stood there for a moment and you felt his eyes on you but you tried to ignore him until he bowed down so you could talk quietly to each other with no chance of anyone else hearing it.

“He is one of those you helped, right?” He asked in a whisper. You stopped typing all the useless numbers in an illustration and looked at him.

“Why is it so important?” You asked a little annoyed. He didn’t like them anyway, why did it matter?

“Because he is their leader now. He is your creation if so.”

“He is his own creation! All I did was covering up his bruises! I didn’t treat him any different than any other android I help.” You hissed at him but tried to keep your voice down.

“So you did help him. Funny.” James said and stood up straight again.

“Why is it funny?”

“You might have helped the android that lead all android into their dead. Because of the speech he made we don’t even have androids working here anymore. They get thrown away and I have seen that android graveyard! It’s not a nice place to end. Oh! And I had to empty the dishwasher myself today in the kitchen before I could get a cup of coffee this morning. Can you believe it?” James said and threw out his arms in frustration before leaving you to work again. The magazine was still lying beside you and you couldn’t help but stare at the faceless picture of Markus. You sure hope he knew what he was doing.

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When you got home and found another android in your garden you kind of hoped it was Connor as soon you saw it. It did have a very nice brown haricut but nothing could compare with the charming little lock of hair Connor always fashioned on his forehead.

“So. You are going to Jericho too?” You asked the male android that said he didn’t have a name. You applied some synthetic skin on his exposed electronics on his arm to stop the bleeding. He sipped of a bottle of blue blood you had given him, after the loss of blood that had happening in his escape. You never really asked them what happen and what they were doing before they got to you. Not unless the start talking about it themselves. You guessed that many of them wanted to forget their old life and wanted to start a new one as a new individual. They couldn’t have been happy where they were when they were willing to be damaged so badly to escape from there.

“Yeah. I want to help in the fight to get our freedom.” He said loud and proud. You couldn’t help but smile. It was so nice to hear the enthusiasm in the voice of the androids lately. The first ones that got to you were all shy and didn’t know what to do about themselves. But as the numbers of deviants grew, so did their will to fight for what they were.

“I wish I could see Jericho and all the deviants that have been here. See how they are doing, you know? But I have heard it’s only androids that are able to find it.” You said and sighed. Also wondering why the authorities haven’t found it yet, since they had androids like Connor on the case.

“You will see them all again as soon this is over I am sure that they will come forward and show their gratitude. But I can give them a message from you if you like?” The androids said politely.  

“I don’t even know what to tell them. I guess just want them all to have a long and happy live in freedom.” You said after thinking for a while. The android lifted up his shirt for you to check his pump was okay, before you could leave. He wanted to join the others in Jericho as soon as possible and you were willing to spend another night going into the city and dropping him off. You knew that things were happening soon. It was like unspoken words that was fizzling in the air in ever little gust of wind that passed you. The president didn’t want to listen to what Markus had said on TV and they were ready to involve the military if necessary. But you had met Markus and he didn’t seem like a man who wanted to practice violence if not attacked first. You just had to hope that the military didn’t attack first.

As you neared the place you used to drop of the androids you could sense that something was happening in the city. The usual way you drove was block by road work but even in the dark you could see that Capitol Park nearby was full of life. It was only lightened up by dim light from a neon sign that flashed in different commercials. It was strange all the lights were out. You remembered how you used to see people on a midnight stroll when you went and dropped some of the other androids off. You stopped the car and asked the android to stay put. As you walked up the streets that were blocked with traffic cones you could hear people talk. They weren’t shouting like a protest would do it. They just walked around and drew something on the store windows facing the square. You couldn’t tell exactly what. As you entered the small park you could see that many of the people around wore the classic android clothes designed by CyperLife. They were all androids. What were they doing?

The first few androids saw you and stopped what they were doing. They didn’t attack you but they didn’t move their eyes from you either. You just kept walking toward the middle of the park as more and more eyes were on you. Should you approach them? Ask them what they were doing. You were afraid that they would misunderstand you asking. You didn’t get to ask anyone anything before someone grabbed your arm hard and turned you around with force to look at them. An android woman was looking angrily at you. By quickly scanning her face you could see she was beautiful. She was built with a perfect bone structure and the hair was neat even though it was mostly hidden under a beanie. There was no sign of any LED either. You could only imagine why she was built so beautifully and you understood why she was angry.

“What is a human like you doing here?” She hissed at you and squished your arm even harder.

“I’m on your side.” You said through the pain. You tried to loosen her grasp on you with your free hand but her fingers were locked tightly.

“I don’t believe you. You only say that so we don’t hurt you.” She spat at you and laughed very sarcastically. You screamed out as she squeezed harder on your arm and you were sure it would break if you weren’t interrupted by another android grapping her around the neck and forced her away from you. It was the male android you had told to wait in the car. He must have followed you anyway and you were glad he did.

“She’s telling the truth! She’s helping us!” He shouted as he struggled to keep the female in place.

“What are you? Her pet?” She screamed and tried to claw at his face, but he kept his arm tightly around her neck.

“Enough!” Someone shouted from behind you and you all turned around to see none other than Markus. He was dressed much more nicely than when you had left him, but he kept the coat. He looked with burning eyes on the fighting androids. They slowly let each other go and the female marched to stand next to Markus like an angry bulldog protecting its owner. But Markus didn’t look affected by the angry woman as his expression softened when look at you.

“Y/n.” He muttered before reaching out his arms. You ran to him and threw your arms around him and let him hug you for a bit. He smelled like old diesel fuel but it was so good to see the first ever deviant you ever helped. You couldn’t say you were close but he had stayed at your home for a few days long than any other deviant which meant that you knew him a little better than any of the other deviants that had passed your home since it all started. He was the face of the revolution and you had helped. It gave you a sense of pride to feel his arms around you.

“Markus. I’m so glad to see you.” You said breathlessly as Markus let you go again. The angry female android behind him snorted at the scene and crossed her arms over her chest. She clearly didn’t like you being anywhere near Markus.

“I can see you are here to drop another one of. Welcome.” Markus said and reached out his hand for your rescuer. The new deviant looked slightly confused – clearly not used to the whole hand gesture thing – but shook Markus hand.

“What are you all doing here? Why have you left Jericho? It’s not safe here in the city. They collect all androids and dispose them.” You explained and Markus nodded slowly.

“I am aware. A lot of deviants have come to us lately. Those who had time to escape at least. But we have to get the message out. We need more people to hear and understand us so we have to get out and show our points to the public. It wouldn’t hurt if the press saw us too.” Markus looked around the place where more androids peacefully wrote their statements on different surfaces. Sure it would be great to have the press showing up for this, but the military is as fast as the press in many cases.

“It’s really risky, Markus, but I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You can’t help with anything.” The female android interrupted, before Markus could say anything.

“North!” Markus hissed as some kind of alarm suddenly went off in the area. All the deviants looked around terrified to see where the sound came from. More and more alarms went off around them and it suddenly came to you that you had heard that sound before. It was not alarms; it was the sound of the Special Forces.

“They are coming.” You spoke out loud and Markus reacted immediately. He jumped up on top of the nearest car to get everyone’s attention as he waved his arms over his head.

“Everyone fall back to Jericho!” He yelled and the deviants threw everything they had in their hands and started running to oppose direction that you had parked your car. They must all know where Jericho was. Even the guy you just brought there ran along with the others.

“We sent a message without violence, just like you wanted!” North said to Markus as he came down from the car to you again. He just looked at her without responding.

“You’re reaching out to them when all they feel for us is contempt.” She spat and looked at you in the progress. You were about to defend yourself but Markus sighed and you knew that there were no use in discussing anything with that woman. She ran the same way as the rest of the androids, leaving you and Markus alone.

Drones suddenly filled the air over your heads and casted a strong light down on you. You had to cover your eyes not to be blinded. Markus grabbed your arm and dragged you to cover behind a car. He looked like he was going to say something to you as gunshots rang through the streets. Markus looked scared in a split second but it shifted to determination.

“I have to find North. Stay put.” He mumbled more to himself than to you. He left you behind the car to run in the direction of the gunfire and you started to panic. You could feel yourself hyperventilate and you sat down behind the car and closed your eyes for a moment to get everything under control. You didn’t know what to do. You never imagined yourself in the middle of a warzone and you knew that if you ran behind Markus you would see dead bodies lying around. Maybe even Markus’. But maybe… Maybe if you showed up and showed you were human they would stop shooting? They wouldn’t kill a human with cold blood like they wold with androids. It was sad but true. You took one last deep breath as you got up and ran in the direction you had seen Markus disappear the moment before.

As you turned the corner you had to stop for a moment. Bodies was scattered everywhere and the blue blood was turning the snowy street into a battleground. Markus stood over North that was examine a body lying on the ground. You had to force yourself to move further down the street as the gunshot kept going and more androids fell to the ground. You ran passed Markus and North and you heard them call your name, but you kept running. You had to stop this. You wanted to do something. The huge group of androids in front of you had stopped in front of a military van and two armed men stood there and shot the androids even though they didn’t even threat them. The androids just stood there and let the men shoot them one by one. You pressed your way through the terrified androids and showed yourself to the armed men.

“I am human!!! I am human!!!” You screamed at them and folded your arms out for them to see your full form. No electronics anywhere. One of the men didn’t seem to care and pointed his gun at you but the other one laid a hand on him. Your heart was racing and you could hear your pulse in your ears.

“We can’t do that. No civilians!” He yelled at the other one and they both lowered their guns. You lowered your arms with them but before you got to breathe out the air you didn’t even knew you were holding, a few deviants jumped the two armed men and took their guns away from them. They made them kneel on the ground with their hands behind their heads and took their helmets.

Markus and North forced their way through the now angry crowd and up next to you.

“Are you mad?” Markus asked you, but he didn’t sound like he was angry at you. More surprised about your behaviour. One of the androids that wrestled the men reached out one of their guns to Markus with a serious expression.

“They killed our people Markus. We want justice!” Another one called out and the crowd mumbled in agreement. You knew you couldn’t stomach to see any more spilled blood, so you turned away from the scene to see North smiling. She wanted this. She wanted them to die and that was equally disgusting.

“Please… please…” One of the men pleaded and you hugged yourself and closed your eyes. This was too much. You heard Markus sigh and the sound of a gun hitting the ground rung out in the street.

“We won’t punish a crime with another crime.” He mumbled loud enough for those nearby to hear. He started to walk away from the scene and you looked up to see all the gathered androids glare after him like he was a mad man. You decided to run after him and caught up with him, still holding your arms around you, as the cold quickly made its way to your bones. The adrenalin you had felt before was apparently enough to have kept it away until that moment.

“Markus.” You mumbled his name but he heard you and stopped.

“Mmh?” He answered.

“Will you take me to Jericho? I want to know what it is like. The place I send all the deviants.” You said and send him a sweet smile. It was hard to smile now that you still were in a street full of dead bodies, but you needed to know what Jericho was. You wanted to know what they were doing and if it was a nice place.

“It’s not a place for humans.”

“Please? Only shortly, of course.” You begged him. He frowned at you before nodded. You lightened up at him actually wanting to take you there. It meant that he trusted you. He took in your frame as you stood there shaking with cold and hugging yourself. He shook the same jacket off that he had always worn and threw it over your shoulders.

“I will take you there but we will get you home later tonight.” You followed Markus and the other androids. North came up on the other side of Markus and glared at you with a sour face. One side of you wanted to flip her off but the other side of you understood her reaction to humans. They haven’t really shown any act of kindness towards androids. So you descried to be decent and show her that human actually can be good.

Part 7

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tags:  @black-and-white-eyes @vda-writes @mundane-cup-noodles @superanonymousreader @aya-fay @dragonempress123 @talle-2002 @jamiethenerdymonster @i-resent-this-hellsite @i-do-wat-i-want

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Soooo im back from my vacation and yeah... my computer died in Germany and i had to wait until i got home to get it repaired. I just got it back! I will forever treasure the auto-save function because it saved my ass with this fic omg. 

And SORRY for the Connor-less chapter, but i have to build up to something here! 

[rawiswhore]

Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- "Fight For Your Right"

Professional wrestling has often been considered to be a soap opera for males, even some pro wrestlers have said that.

The feuds, the drama, the acting, and the storylines have made professional wrestling rather soap opera wise.

Professional wrestling isn't just fighting and matches, y'know.

Even though Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Shawn Michaels were friends backstage---and broke kayfabe when he, Shawn, Diesel/Kevin Nash and Razor Ramon joined hands together in 1996, on a "Monday Night Raw" episode in October of 1996, Hunter was standing backstage next to you.

You were Hunter's valet, always by his side.

However, Shawn Michaels approached you and tried flirting with you, and when Shawn popped up on screen, his long hair was hanging down and not tied back in a ponytail.

The side of Shawn's face was shown in front of the camera as he flirted with you.

He was sweet talking you, trying to win you over with a smile on his face.

While Shawn tried flirting with you with a smile on his face, showing off his pearly white teeth, you pulled away from him repulsed and disgusted, whereas Hunter became angry at Shawn, Hunter's face furrowing.

Hunter began to argue with Shawn, telling the Heartbreak Kid that you belong to Hunter and no one else.

But Shawn didn't care.

Hunter's body leaned further at Shawn and HHH pointed his index finger at the Heartbreak Kid during this argument, Hunter lunging closer to HBK.

Shawn, too, pointed his index finger directly at Hunter during this argument.

During this argument, Hunter's and Shawn's tones of voices were angry, as angry as their facial expressions.

This broke out into a scuffle, where Shawn and Hunter began to argue each other and nearly fight, about to throw elbows.

Both of their faces were angry and furrowed as they argued with each other.

Shawn and Hunter tried to push each other by placing their hands on their chests and shoving the other away, still continuing to quarrel as they pushed each other away.

You became terrified, you took one step to stand in between them to break the fight up and shrieked at them to stop fighting.

Your voice was high pitched and shrill as you squealed for them to stop fighting and arguing.

You placed your hands on their chests and tried pulling them away from each other, but they still kept arguing and bickering at each other.

Hunter wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you sideways out of the fight so he and Shawn could argue with each other.

They were getting in a major backstage fight, although this fight was completely staged and fake.

Security ended up being called in, where security wrapped their arms around Shawn's and Hunter's waists and pulled them away from each other.

Even though security was pulling them away, Shawn's legs were kicking, trying to get back at Hunter.

This soon settled in a match in the ring, where Hunter and Shawn were fighting against each other for you.

 You stood by the ring cowering and watching this match, and Hunter ended up winning, which was victory for you and him.

To think that next year, you, Shawn and Hunter would be in a wrestling trio known as D Generation X.

And you were having sex with Shawn and Hunter backstage during the time Hunter and Shawn were arguing over you, including having threesomes with those 2.

It probably would've been better if another wrestler flirted with you instead of Shawn, because Shawn and Hunter joined hands and broke kayfabe with the Kliq in May of 1996.

This was one of the pieces of evidence that people--especially wrestling fans--were saying you were going to be the next/new Miss Elizabeth, because Miss Elizabeth wore these elegant, beautiful gowns and had wrestlers fighting over her, and you, too, were dressed in beautiful gowns, silky gloves, tiaras, diamonds and pearls and white fake fur stoles to be Hunter's valet, and you, too, had male wrestlers fighting over who gets you.

[tvehyungs-gf]

A Piece of You

✧ Genre: angst, zombies, sad, slightly based on the game: the shadows that run alongside our car, the concept is amazing i love it ✧ Pairings: Taehyung x Reader (oc: female) ✧ Requested: no! ✧ Word Count: 5.2K ➝ ask box ➝ bts masterlist ➝ w.i.p.s

A stranger saved my life in returns of giving hers to the devil; yet, she did so without hesitation all while she never got the pleasure in knowing the name of the man whose life she saved.

Eight days. It’s been eight long and disastrous days since the outbreak started, and each night, another thousand is turned. The staggered walking dead chewing the first human they can get in touch with, turning the human into one of them. Those grey colored creatures turned my family and friends in the instant they caught them. Blood posthaste spewing out of their open bite wounds as their inner organs spilled nonchalantly out of their body. It was a vomit inducing experience the first time you see it, but now this is just a regular sight to see. Or, almost. I still couldn’t get used to seeing real organs laying in the street next to it’s once alive owner.

Fighting back those monsters was hard - they were inevitably stronger, but slower in speed. However, their pace quickened once they smelt the wonderful smell of human flesh and the sound of the blood rushing through our veins. They were like vampires, but they desired more than just blood, they craved human flesh. They had a bottomless pit as a stomach and a deathly craving for moving organisms. But the question that sticks to what left of society is how did these monsters come to existence? Alas, that was an answer no one had.

But the only question that sticks on my mind was: will I be apart of the next thousand tonight? 

With the cold gust of air slapping my dry skin harshly as I ran furiously through the familiar streets of my once lively neighborhood, the only thing on my agenda was to try to find a safe place. 

But, will I make it out alive? 

I was alone. And I was more than just scared - I was terrified for my life. I didn’t know what the hell to do. Each night, I slept in different areas of the neighborhood because by each passing day, one place would get overrun. The smarter thing to do in this situation would be to find a completely new area to stay, but I’m too intact with my neighborhood and I’m in denial. I can’t leave this place where it once made me happy with the memories I created.

With an emotional feeling washing over me, I started to feel desolated. I was truly alone in a world full of abhorrent sauntering corpses. I had no family or friends left, well, not that I know of, but it wasn’t like I was able to go on Facebook and message them asking if they’re alive or not. Unfortunately, the world doesn’t turn the way I wished it would.

Out of breath, I stopped abruptly and turned around. The herd of devilish looking zombies was about half a basketball court away from me. I don’t think I can do it anymore, my legs felt like jello and my head felt so light - the world around me was turning into circles and I felt sick. My mind went in 180 different directions as I decided to accept my fate: I wasn’t going to make it. My chest heaved furiously as I tried to catch my breath, but within the next minute I felt a hard push on my shoulder.

A deep voice yelled right besides me as the bloody clothed man nudge me towards a car that was parked before me. Was that car always there? But the answer to that was way beyond me, I was too lost in my wavering thoughts to notice my surroundings. “What the fuck are you doing?! C’mon, get in the car!”

Quickly, I hopped inside the passenger seat as the man triggered multiple shots at the herd before he got inside the car. The deafening sounds of the bullets leaving the gun made my ear ring, it was a sound I wasn’t used too. “Are you trying to get yourself killed! You’re so fucking lucky that I was scouting this neighborhood.” The stranger quickly ignited the ignition before abruptly stepping on the gas.

“Look, you could’ve just left me there! You didn’t have to save me and you most definitley don’t have to yell at me!” I retorted in annoyance. Taking a deep breath, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Oh my god.”

Suddenly, my stomach felt bubbly and my mouth started to taste acidic. Expeditiously, I rolled down the window and stuck out my head right in time as vomit started to come out of my mouth in a rushed manor. My eyes began to water as my body shook just slightly.

“Fuck. Are you alright?” The stranger asked as he gave me a quick glance before turning his eyes back to the road. “Holy shit, are you bitten!”

“N-no.” was all I could manage in between the chunks of whatever I ate this morning spurt out of my mouth. Unfortunately for me, as the stranger had taken another glance at me, he didn’t see the wondering creature in the middle of the road. Once the male noticed the brute, he swerved the car just in time as I gagged up another chunk of barf. Quickly, I pressed my hands against the side of the door to stop myself from almost flying out of the car just like my throw up. Maybe I should’ve put on a seatbelt because safety first. But that thought was quickly dispersed from my mind because if you have forgotten, I was in the middle of running away from a herd of killing machines.

Once I was done, I sat down back in my seat tiredly. My throat burned like hell but in return, I felt much better. “No, I wasn’t. Sorry, I just feel so sick.” Quickly, I used the back of my long sleeve to wipe the sides of my lips. As disgusting as that sounds, there wasn’t much I could do. I rather have my already dirty clothes stained with the leftovers of my vomit than to have it dry up on my face.

“It’s alright, I guess. Sorry if I was a bit rude, it’s just that life is too precious to let it go so easily. It’s something that people wish they can have back. But under these circumstances, they’re not quite back in the sense they hoped for. I was just annoyed to see that you were so willing to give up your life to those lifeless monsters...” The man spoke honestly as he reached towards the sides of his door before he handed me a less than half full bottle of water. “Drink it, it’s water.” 

“Thanks. And I’m sorry? I understand where you’re coming from but in that moment, I felt desolated and there’s honestly nothing for me to live for. I was tired and I was giving up hope. But you saved me, so thank you.”

The gentlemen nodded with an understanding look. In a swift movement, I twisted off the white plastic cap of the water bottle before downing what’s left. The smooth flow of water immediately relaxing my burning and aching throat. “Where are we going, anyways?”

“I don’t know. Let’s just drive and see where the road takes us, I guess.”

“What? Look, dude, we’re not teenagers trying to be hipsters! We’re adults,” I looked at the man who seemed to be in his early 20′s. His brown dyed hair was disheveled and looked as if he had ran his hands through it too many times to count. His natural hair color, black, was peaking on top the mop of his straight hair, which indicated that it was time to redye it again. As I looked more thoroughly at him, I noticed there was a little bit of stubble forming on his chin and there was a darkened color stained underneath his dark-brown eyes, just like the ones living under mine. Overall, despite his tired and worn out look, he was inevitably handsome. “Who are trying to survive a freaking apocalypse!”

Ignoring every rule of safety while driving, the latter quickly threw his honey colored hands up in the air in defense. “Do you have any other better ideas? More than half of these towns had been invaded by those things and I’m honestly surprised that you somehow managed to stay alive. No offense.”

“None taken. But I don’t know, I tried to stay hidden and not make too much noise.” Sighing, I looked out of the window, the rushing scenery zooming past us in a hurriedly manor. It looked as if the trees passing by were somehow dancing. “Where have you been staying? And how did you manage to equip a car?”

In my peripheral vision, the male shrugged as he glanced towards the backseats. “I’ve been staying in my car ever since the outbreak. I’ve been on the move once I noticed the towns were starting to get turned. I’m already on my last tank of gas and I’m running out of options at this point. That’s why I’m scavenging these homes before they get infested.”

“Looking for food?”

He nodded, “And vegetable oil. Luckily for me, I have a diesel car. Meaning that my car can run on vegetable oil if I just make a few modifications. But, finding time and a place to do so is just another task I have to find time for.”

“That’s quite smart, I have never heard of that before. Although, it seems weird, it does intrigues me. I guess we’ll just have to see where this road does takes us.”

The driver hmm’d in agreement just before the uncomfortable silence began to invade the small car. That was when I decided to finally take notice of my situation and surroundings. I was inside a car with a stranger who seemingly saved my life, also, the same stranger whose pocketing a gun just this very moment. An unsettling feeling rushed through me: he could kill me in a second if he wanted to. But, why do that when he could’ve left me to die with those things? 

As I looked around the car, there wasn’t anything out of the unordinary. The backseat contained of canned foods and empty bags of chips, along with a dirty and ripped backpack and a small grey blanket. He really must’ve been staying in his car. 

The thought of this stranger killing me straightaway vanished from my mind: he did save me after all. So, why go through the trouble to just kill me later? 

When I looked back to the front, I glanced at the small car radio displayed in the middle of the black dashboard. Maybe some tunes can lighten the awkward silence. Unfortunately, as I pressed the on button, a blaring sound of white noise erupted the deadly silence. “I should’ve saw this coming, honestly.”

Out of reflex, I turned down the stereo to about a level 2. It wasn’t too quiet, but it was enough to add a little bit of background music. “Hey, actually, it was working this morning. I think some stations are working but you’d just have to turn the dial just a minuscule bit at a time.”

I looked at the elder male, his side profile was a sight to see. With a high nose bridge and sharp eyes, I really began to feel jealous of this individual. How can he manage to look just as great as a celebrity in times like these? Shaking that thought off, I returned my attention to the stereo. “I have nothing better to do, so I’ll try it.” With a slight laugh of encouragement, I began to slowly turn the dial to see if we can tune into a radio station.

“Oh my god!” After a few minutes of obnoxiously turning the dial, we finally had hit jackpot. Or, something... I mean, it was better than nothing. With the deathly tunes of heavy metal playing discreetly in the background, we finally settled comfortably in the car. 

Yet, the reminisce of the awkwardness stuck around. I still didn’t know much about this stranger and he definitely did’t know me either. Maybe we can indulge in small talk? Hopefully he’s up for it. “So, did you live around the neighborhood?”

His deep voice sotto voce throughout the small space of the car, “Not exactly. I had friends who lived there so I would drop by often. Unfortunately, my first encounter with a living dead was when my friend, Jungkook, was treading down the stairs with sweat dripping from his forehead. He claimed that he was feeling sick and that he felt as if he was dying, but quite literally he was. We both didn’t know what to do in that moment.” 

He sighed. “I should’ve taken him to the hospital but he said that it was probably just a fever. No one was home but him. So when I laid him down on the couch, I turned on the T.V so he could watch as I fetched him some medicine. But when I came back,” The sad male frowned as he recalled this terrible memory. “When I came back... He was dead... He wouldn’t wake up and nothing I was doing was waking him up. And that’s when the T.V was blaring the alarming news of the dead waking up and eating the brains of the first human they saw.”

My right hand had somehow found it’s way towards the broad shoulder of the dejected male. “Obviously, I turned off the T.V. and gave my dead friend all my attention. And within a few minutes of the deadly silence killing me, my supposedly un-living friend woke up in a jolt. And from there, long story short, he nearly killed me but I was quick with my actions. In result, I sat there with my bashed friend laying in the arms of his killer.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that...” I spoke truthfully. I had encountered nowhere near as close as to what he had, and it’s unfortunate that it happened to his friend. “On the brighter side of things, he’s in a better place now and he didn’t have to go through the troubles of turning and suffering.”

The unnamed stranger nodded slowly, “Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t think of it that way and honestly that makes me feel much better. Thank you.”

I smiled, “Hey it’s no problem.” I gave him a small squeeze on the shoulder before looking back to the road. “How much gas do you have left?”

“Barely any, I’m afraid. We might have to get on feet soon because we’re literally in the middle of no where. And it’s getting late.”

The worrisome lad sighed in frustration. I only sat there taking in the sudden news that we were unfortunately going to be stranded sooner or later, and it’s even worse that it’ll night time by the time the inevitable comes. If I hadn’t told you before, but when it’s night time, those zombies come out in groups. Though my observations from a window of a two story building, at night time they stick together in a herd. I think it’s because since they can’t see well at night, they stick together like a pack hunting their next prey. And this stranger and I, with the crappy luck that we have, are most likely going to be their very next meal.

“Maybe we can take a detour? Have you heard any news of a safe haven?” I asked since he was always on the move. Maybe he has heard some thing’s that I haven’t, since I was always in one general area.

He scoffed sarcastically. “What is this? The walking dead? I wish we could find Rick’s gang and survive as long as they did. But with reality biting us in the ass, I haven’t heard of anything like that. We’re best with staying in this car until we find an actual place.”

“Sorry I asked.” I looked out the window again. It’s been maybe an hour or so since he picked me up. The sky has darkened to an a dark red-orange color with clouds floating sparsely across the sky.

“No I’m sorry for snapping. As you can tell, I’m really stressed out about this.” His eyes scanned my face for a second, but I only stayed looking out the window. A frown etched itself on his beautiful features before he turned his attention back to the road again. “Hey, what was your life before this outbreak? I was working as a farmer with my grandmother on her strawberry farm. But I moved literally a week ago, leaving me jobless for the time being... or we’ll forever at this day and age.”

I looked at the male silently. After a few seconds, I finally spoke up. It’s better to have a good relationship than let a little attitude ruin my whole mood. “I worked at a supermarket part time as I was going to university. Coincidentally, I was planning to call in sick to do homework on the day of the outbreak. Luckily for me, I don’t have to call in anymore.”

His deep laugh echoed out loud, “That’s some good luck.”

“Yeah, it is huh?” I laughed quietly at the thought. “So, you worked on a farm?”

The male nodded, “Yeah. I was practically raised by my grandmother and I was always helping her out by picking out the ripe strawberries. Man, that farm was pretty big, I miss it so much.”

Wait! He lived on a farm that was big... Call me a genius, but I may have thought of the greatest solution to our biggest problem. “I have a good idea! We can try to go to your grandmothers farm and stay there?”

The idea had seemed so great in my head, but saying it out loud made feel a little bit stupid because with what gas are we going to use to get to the farm? Only God knows how long the walk will be to his grandmothers farm!

“It’s not that far, but I don’t know if the gas we have can make it. Or,” He looked at me quizzically as he stopped the car. “We can use out all the gas, and where ever we stop, we can just sleep the night away and walk on foot in the morning.”

“You’re a genius!” I yelped giving him a high five. “How far do you think it is from here?”

The stranger hmm’d as he looked around our surroundings. A zombie was limping towards the car but we paid no attention to it. It was about a few feet away from us, but by the time the stranger concluded his answer, he was already back to pressing on the gas. Some of the trees began to get smaller as we drove away. “I think I remember this road, but if I’m correct, it’s about a 30 minute drive. So on foot, it’ll maybe take an hour or two.”

“That’s risky, but what else can we do?”

He nodded with a sideways smile, “We’ll just do what we have to do.”

“So what did you do?” 

I looked at the man as I bit my bottom lip. “I jumped the fence and broke my ankle. That was probably one of the most dumbest things I’ve ever done in my life and I regret it every single day!”

The elder laughed, “You did all of that because your crush was watching you? You’re ridiculous!” I joined in on his laughing fit before we stopped laughing to catch our breath. “I also can’t believe that he said to you, ‘shawty imma party till the sun down’! That’s hilarious!”

“Oh goodness, I instantly began to disregard my crush for him after that. Teens are seriously so cringey.” I recounted as I shivered in disgust because of that awful and embarrassing day. It’s been about a good hour or so when we had ran out of gas, and it was looking like the sun was just about to settle down. The car had stopped in next to an array of trees, but there was nothing but an endless road ahead of us. “What about you? What’s your funniest memory?”

The honey skinned adult looked at me as he tried to recall a certain memory. As he sat there thinking, I couldn’t help but stare at him. Like I said about a million times already, he was incredibly handsome. This time, I only noticed the small mole he had on the tip of his tall nose and the mole he had on his eye. His dark brown eyes held a sparkle that I haven’t noticed but it mesmerized me. Suddenly, we made direct eye contact but before I could embarrass myself, I looked away as blood began to rush to my cheeks. 

“I think the funniest memory I have would be the time where Jungkook and I were on a merry-go-round.” The man looked at me with a smile, a small laugh began to erupt out of his mouth again. “He nearly killed me because he kept spinning the damn thing and I felt so damn nauseated but that little shit only kept going. I seriously thought that I was going to fly off of the thing. I was holding onto the bars of the merry-go-round for dear life!” 

I grinned imagining the story in my head. “Oh god, did you throw up or anything after?”

“I thought that I was going to throw up as we were spinning around and around, but luckily I didn’t.”

“You and Jungkook were really close huh?”

The male nodded with a pout, “He was my best friend.”

A small breath emanated past my lips, “It must’ve been hard for you that day huh?” I looked down at my lap and fiddled my dirty thumbs together. Speaking of best friends, I began to remember the memories I had with my best friend. No, he wasn’t just a best friend to me, he was like a brother. 

“Yeah,” The other said quietly. “I wish I was able to give him a proper burying because he deserves more than just an Ironman blanket covering his disheveled body. Under these circumstances, that was as good as it was going to get.” 

I nodded understanding where he was coming from. “I had a best friend once too. His name was Yoongi. He was like an older brother I never got to have.” I smiled at the name of my beloved friend, “He was a mean and distant one, but I was somehow able to break him out of his caged shell. He liked to call me brat rather than my actual name because he said that I was always such a brat towards him.”

I laughed to myself, “Everyone thought he was mean to me, but he was bad at showing his true emotions.”

“Did he pass because of the apocalypse?”

I shook my head from side to side. “He actually passed a year ago because he was involved in a car accident. As he was making a left turn, a semi truck ran a red light and crashed into his car.” I looked at the latter with a frown. “He was on his way to pick me up from work. He was actually at the light to turn into the supermarket... And to actually see his car flying down the road at a bizarre speed before he was smushed into a lamp post is something that can never leave my mind. It in engraved into stones in my memory and I can even remember the entire thing like it was just yesterday.”

A warm hand squeezed my shoulder trying to comfort me. “The semi truck driver was John Griffin, who had involuntary manslaughtered 24 year old, Min Yoongi.” The man recalled from the news that everyone was talking about just a year ago. Min Yoongi was a young adult who had died too young, but his death became a huge significance to remind those who drink to not drive while under the influence. My best friend died with many goals in his life that he wasn’t able to accomplish, and it saddens me everyday that he wasn’t able to become the music producer he had aways dreamed of becoming. “I remember watching the breaking news on T.V.”

“I thought everything was a dream and I kept telling myself to wake up, but the results only unenlightened me.” I looked up at the male. “I just needed to wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” He spoke in a low tone. “I’m so sorry.”

“We always lose people who are close to us, and it’s just a matter of time before that happens again.”

A vociferous baritone voice woke me up in a jolt with the words: “Wake up! Wake up, oh my god, please wake up!”

Instantly, I shot up straight from the car seat that I had the uncomfortable displeasure of sleeping on. My vision was blurry and darkened, everything around me was covered in a pitch black shadow. It took a second or two for my eyes to adjust to the dark scenery but even then, I was barely able to make out most of my surroundings. The male that slept besides me from his seat was staring straight at me with a worrisome look. “What’s happening?” 

Quickly, the male pulled me into a hug, his hands squeezing my body in a tight embrace. “I don’t know if we can make it to the farm,” He whispered softly into my ear. “They’re here. And they’re close.”

Instantaneously, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach as tears pooled in my eyes. I was going to experience another near death experience all within in a span of 24 hours. “We’re not going to be able to get away on foot, are we?”

The latter shook his head as he pulled away. “We’re better off in this car than to get out there.” I looked out the back window and I was instantly welcomed to a landscape full of wandering zombies. There had to be at least 15 or even 20 of them out there. There was only the two of us, but I was equipped with nothing my clothes. And the gun that the stranger had was not going to help us stay alive, rather, it would just cause more attention to us. “If we stay quiet enough, maybe they’ll wonder off in a different direction by morning time.”

“Maybe,” I whispered. “But, they’re all coming in quite close. It’ll be just a few minutes before they’ll surround the entire car.”

The minutes that had passed by felt like hours, and only then the unavoidable reality began to settle. The herd was starting to surround the car just as the devil made his appearance in the form of zombies. The disgruntled noises from the dead ate out the silence. In a swift movement, the elder male that I had the pleasure of knowing gripped onto my hand with fear while his other hand shakingly held the gun he had. “I want you to know that you made the last 24 hours of my life very enjoyable and I’m glad that I was able to meet and save you.”

I looked at the lad with a small smile, “I can say the exact same thing. Thank you for saving me.” I gave his hand a squeeze before I leaned in to give the boy a chaste kiss. “You’ll never know when you’ll be able to kiss someone again.”

The herd that surrounded us had taken notice of our frightened presence. With their dirtied nails scratching the windows, their hunger grew as they smelt the flesh of our bodies. The car then began to sway ever so slightly, and it was just a matter of time before we get knocked down. “Thank you for saving me, but in return,” I gulped down a cry. “I want to save you.”

“N-no!” He yelled breaking our silenced talks. “The fuck, no! You’re ridiculous. I won’t let that happen, no no no.”

I shook my head, disagreeing. “I’m going to open this door and block them off as you try to get away okay? Run as fast as you can.”

“No! What the hell are you insane? No, we’re leaving together.”

Closing my eyes, I couldn’t help be let a tear drip down. “Don’t be stubborn, we both know that only one of us can make it out of a situation like this.” When I opened my eyes, the distressed look on the other males face made wrinkles form on his bang covered forehead. As I got up from the seat, I turned around to crawl into the backseat. That way, when I open the door, the zombies will turn their attention towards the back of the car rather than the front where the stranger can flee with only a little scratches. Or so I hope.

“Here, take all of this with you.” I gathered the canned foods into his backpack along with his grey blanket. “On a count of three, okay?”

The gentlemen shook his head as tears flew off his face from the his harsh movements. “I can’t leave you...”

“It’s okay, alright? I’m just a stranger to you, I don’t hold any significance to you. I’ll be sure to greet Jungkook and let him know that you’re okay, alright? And plus, I’ll finally be able to see my best friend again too.” I gave the man a reassuring smile before handing him his backpack. “Stay safe, okay? Get to the farm as fast as you can.”

The man reached over and pulled me into another hug. “I’ll be alright. I hate this part, but don’t think that I’ll ever forget about it.” He gave me our second kiss before he pulled away. Before I forgot, I pulled out my wallet that had sat comfortably in the back pocket of my jeans and gave it to the confused male.

Hesitantly, he gripped the wallet and placed it safely inside his backpack. “On a count of three, okay?” I placed a hand on his shoulder before motioning him to get in position. Once he was ready, I began my count down.

“One.”

“Thank you for everything,” He started.

“Two.”

“I’ll now hold a piece of you.”

“Three.”

“I’ll be alright.”

A stranger saved my life in returns of giving hers to the devil; yet, she did so without hesitation all while she never got the pleasure in knowing the name of the man whose life she saved. My name is Kim Taehyung and I owe all my respects to the stranger who showed me to view the crumbling world in different life. 

Sitting against the concrete walls of my grandmother’s house, I pulled out the wallet the stranger had handed to me a month ago. The brown leather was beginning to peel, but I had paid no mind. Opening the small item, I was greeted with a smiling picture on her I.D.

Y/L/N Y/N.

The stranger who died saving my life, died without a name. But now, her name that I just learned is something that I’ll never forget. I’ll see her soon, maybe it won’t be now, but I will make it my mission to see her beautiful smile again. 

Authors note: I haven’t watched a full play though of this game yet and I really really need to because this game has such a beautiful idea! I really liked the concept and so I decided, eh, why not make an imagine based of it? I’m lowkey sad because I didn’t know how to end this but I love how it turned out! Thank you for reading this, and please let me know what you think of it!