#MaM Coffee

[exitstageleft-pursuedbyabear]

OG Harvey girlies who saw the Too Sweet edits and went "you don't understand him at all"

May present you:

[starlessskyline]

made my own oat caramel latte today and i feel good abt it 😌

i used the french press/cafetiere, strength 3 coffee, 2 teaspoons of caramel syrup, barista oat milk and frothed it up, the froth stayed for a good while too

[bugintheruins]

in my fucking element rn

[thanatoseyes]

Don't mind me and my 34 support tabs open on my phone.

[dullahandyke]

Bubbles sat on me n theres nobody home to get me my ds when my phone dies so ig I'll start reading Disorders of the Foot and Ankle

[glitterslag]

it's mother wound szn

[inkblot-skyz]

So i accidentally concussed myself yesterday (hit my head on a shelf it was Not Fun) and. Why the hell does no one talk about the other effects it has instead of just "ogh ouch my head"?? Or that it can last up to 3 days??? Fighting for my life over here what do you mean i hit my head so now i have a tummy ache >:(

[jjkarmy091]

Second Best - Jungkook

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Y/n and Sewoon have been friends for a very long time. They met each other on the playground nearby their house. Y/n was eating a strawberry lollipop when two boys tossed it away. Y/n’s face turned red and she was about to cry until a girl her age appeared. She was wearing a white dress with her midnight black hair tied into a ponytaile. 

“That was so rude!” The girl in the white dress shouted.  

“Well, she got the lollipop. Not me.” One of the boys grumbled. 

“Apologize to her now! That's so rude of you. Gonna tell mom” The girl said sternly and calmly to her brother and his friend. The two boys huffed and said sorry to Y/n. Y/n looked at her in adoration. She was so young, just like her but she sounded way more mature.  

“Thank you for that” Y/n said softly and the girl just smiled and offered her hand. “I’m Sewoon.” Y/n looked at her in surprise, it was the first time someone her age would talk to her nicely. 

Y/n took Sewoon’s hand and smiled, “I’m Y/n.” Sewoon smiled wider when she heard Y/n’s voice and said, “Okay Y/n. From now on we’ll be the best of friends” And just like that, a fresh new friendship blossomed. 

-- 

Y/n works as a waitress in a small coffee shop. She’s trying her best to save up some money to open up her own coffee shop one day. Meanwhile Sewoon, she’s a new uprising model and singer. It’s not that Y/n is not beautiful. Both girls are beautiful, just painfully different to one another. Sewoon has this luscious long black hair almost at the end of her back. Her eyes are a mix of brown and green, the most sweet eyes you’ll see.  She has defined structured cheekbones and her smile is her best feature. Whenever she smiles, anyone would involuntarily turn their heads just to admire her.

Sewoon’s beauty can charm anyone in the room, while Y/n’s beauty is so soft and warm. Y/n loves wearing baggy sweater while Sewoon loves dresses that would show her curves. Y/n prefers the natural look while Sewoon loves the glamorous look. Y/n would love to sit back home binge watching a new tv series while Sewoon loves going out and meet new people. The two are total opposite but their friendship stays strong. They balance out each other well.  

“Y/n!” Sewoon’s cheery voice broke Y/n’s attention from the old lady she was serving. She was waving and smiling widely that Y/n couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Would that be all, mam?” Y/n asked politely and the old lady nodded and went back to the stall and gave the note to the people at the back. Y/n rushed over to Sewoons sitting near the stool bar.  

“Is there anything I could help you, mam?” Y/n asked teasingly when she reached her best friend. Sewoon rolled her eyes and said  

“You know what?”  

“What?” Y/n asked trying to hide her excitement meeting her close friend. “I GOT SIGNED BY THE AGENCY TODAY! The one I told you about remember?” She shouted so loud with her eyes twinkling with happiness. Y/n mouth opened and she jumped so high giving Louisa the biggest hug she could. “OMG! NO WAY! I KNEW IT!” You worked so hard. I was sure you’d be able to get it. I’m so proud of you.” Y/n said hugging her. The two girls were so happy that they didn’t realize someone else has entered the coffee shop.  

“Y/n! Lover boy is here.” Sana, one of your co-workers said. Y/n turned around and looked over to the other end of the stool bar to where her hidden not so hidden crush was. Jungkook was wearing button up clothes and smirked at her. Y/n flushed red and wiped some of the imaginary wrinkles of her aprons.  

She then looked over to Sewoon and nodded quietly, telling her she needs to go back at work. She was about to walk over to Jungkook until Sewoon grabbed her arm, turning her back. “Is that the Jungkook, JUNGKOOK?” she whispered and yelled at the same time. Y/n’s face went even more red and it made Sewoon’s dimple pop up. 

Jungkook is a regular customer that made Y/n’s heart beats abnormally fast. Y/n would always gush over Jk to her best friend. So it was obvious that Sewoon knew about him. It was a wonder why Y/n has not introduced him to her, maybe at the back of her mind, Y/n knew that Jungkook would fall over Sewoon and selfishly Y/n wanted him all for herself. 

She reluctantly nodded and left to take jungkook’s regular order. “Y/n! I missed you!” He shouted exasperatedly that she lightly hit his head because all of the attention he attracted. 

“Shut up, you saw me just yesterday.” she answered and jokingly rolled her eyes. “Is it hard to believe that I miss my favourite girl?” He smiled so big that made her heart skip a beat. She was turning red and jungkook laughed knowing how easily Y/n can be flustered.  

“So what is it that you want today?” Y/n asked him while pretending to be uninterested. “just the regular as always.” he said still smiling at her.  “Hey..Who’s that girl?You know... The one you were talking before coming here” Jungkook nodded his head at where Sewoon was standing, smiling down at her phone glowing like a beautiful goddess. 

Of course Jungkook would notice her, who doesn’t? Just the thought of  them together made Y/n’s heart crumpled and an unwanted feeling rising at her pit of the stomach. Y/n cleared her throat and smirked, “That’s my best friend.” She answered confidently to cover up her heart breaking into pieces. 

“You’ve got a really pretty friend there and you didn’t even think of introducing me to her?” Jungkook grinned so wide knowing that Y/n would eventually give in. 

“Well, you’ve got too many competitions and the probability of you getting her is too low.” Y/n sassed her crush and Jungkook mocked hurt. 

“You know? For a second there I thought you were jealous.” He answered smirking which made her cough, “Oh please, why would I be?” while Y/n’s heart thumped loudly. 

“If you’re not jealous then I dare you to introduce me to her.” Jungkook stated confidently and for a sudden second Y/n felt her heart crumble and break a little. But she was a very stubborn girl and her pride got into her way. Although at the back of her head she hoped Jungkook was different. That somehow, he would choose her over Sewoon. 

“Ughhh, fine… only because you’re THAT desperate.” Y/n groaned and gives in. With every steps she took, her heart felt heavier and heavier because she knew. She knew that Sewoon would snatch Jungkook from her. Even if she didn’t intend to do so. 

-- --

As soon as Y/n introduced Jungkook to Sewoon, her heart broke. Jungkook’s eyes looked at her best friend with such admiration. He fell head over heels for her. It was no surprise to Y/n because it happened countless of times.  

Whenever Jungkook pays a visit to the coffee shop, the once silly banter turned into a question and answer about Sewoon. He would ask simple questions about her. What’s her favourite ice cream flavour? What’s her favourite flower? What’s her ideal man? 

All the questions Y/n would know about him but never once did Jungkook ask those questions to her. Sometimes he would prefer to gush over Sewoon in front of Y/n which squeezed her heart every single time.  

“My god! Sewoon’s recent picture on Instagram was perfect. She looks absolutely gorgeous in that pink dress.” He said with his eyes shining with adoration and lips curved upwards.  Y/n could only nod her head, “She’s always gorgeous.”  

“That, My friend, is right.” jungkook said nodding his head while pointing his index finger on Y/n. She felt like her heart was ripped apart and shoved back inside her stomach. She hated this so much but couldn’t even think about a way to avoid this feeling.  

“Anyways, I gotta go! I’m picking up Sewoon tonight.” He hurriedly grabbed his things and waved her goodbye. Y/n nodded her head with her eyes brimming with tears but Jungkook was way too far to notice those tears. It was just the middle of the day yet Y/n felt ultimately tired. After hours that definetely felt like years she’s finally back at home.  

She was preparing some food for herself when she heard a knock on the door. First being startled, but then remembered that the only person who could be it was Sewoon, since she is one of the only people who knows where she lives. Opening it, she stares at Sewoon and lets her step in her small apartment, smile lighting up the whole room. It made Y/n happy for a second until she remembered the reason behind that smile and that it was his favourite feature of hers which made her mood turns sour.  

Sewoon ran inside and gave Y/n a quick hug and helped her out. When the both of them were bundled in the living room with thick blankets and some food on their hands, Sewoon’s hand turned fidgety. She was watching the movie but her mind wandered far away. Y/n didn’t fail to notice her best friend weird behaviour that made her ask, “You okay, Sewoon-shi?”  She turned her head to look at Y/n her eyes full of panic and Y/n’s heart clenched at what was the reason behind that reaction.. 

 “Do you still like Jk?” She asked timidly. 

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and asked, “Jk?” Sewoon cleared her throat and smiled, “Jungkook.”  Oh, she got a nickname for Jungkook already.  

“Why do you ask?” Y/n smiled widely that may seems like she’s teasing Sewoon. “Do you still like him, Y/n?” She asked persistently that hammered Y/n’s heart. She took a deep breath and asked, “Do you?” Sewoon’s head glowered and nodded softly. Y/n’s heart dropped but managed to give her a convincing smile.  

“He likes you too you know, both of you would look great together.” Y/n said softly and reached her arms out for Sewoon to give her a hug.  

“You think so?” she asked Y/n once again, unconvinced. Y/n closed her eyes and nodded her head knowing that if she opened them Sewoon would straight away know she was lying.  

I mean who was she to stand between two people that liked each other? She always knew she wouldn’t stand a chance with someone like Jungkook. Was she ever gonna be made for someone to be honest? She always tried so hard not to feel less than everyone else, but loving herself was never something Y/n was able to do. Not when everytime she was into someone or something that was immediately taken from her.  

When Sewoon felt Y/n’s head nodding she squealed. Which only made her stomach churned and tears burned inside her eyes threatening to spill which she only closed and tried to sleep it off, in hope that Sewoon woudn’t notice.

It was gonna be a long night, and Y/n already regretted open the door for the girl she always thought was her best friend.

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪|| Knock Knock!Hongjoong & San

Pairing: Hongjoong, & San x Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: DARK THEME, Dom!Joong, Dom!San, Sub!Reader, Bondage, Pussy Slapping, Humiliation, Infidelity, Shower Sex, Gun Play, Fingering, Rough Sex, Choking, Slapping, Reader Gets Knocked Out With The Gun, Degradation, Oral, Clit Play, Nipple Pinching, Unprotected Sex, Recording The Deed, Spit, Manhandling, Dumbification, once again its Slashtober y’all know what it issss! If I missed anything PLEASE lemme know 👀👀…

Slashtober 24’ Masterlist

NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI🔞!!!!!

Kissing your husband on the lips, you stick your head inside the driver side of the car, blowing kisses to your two little ones in the back. The bursting excitement of them filled the car with smiles. Seonghwa brushes you once more, making you avert your eyes to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” He whispers, long slender fingers begin to trace the side of your jaw. Making you snap your eyes back to him, that loving feeling blossoming at your insides. Letting a small smile creep on your face as your kids cheer, and yell to Seonghwa that they wanna leave as quickly as possible. Nodding your head, you place a kiss on Seonghwas lips, letting him know you have a lot of work to catch up on, and it would be best if they went to the beach alone. Letting a brief smile dance among his lips he wishes once more you’d come, kissing the palm of your hand, love swirling within his dark eyes. You kiss his lips once more, your oldest out of the two letting out a small groan, saying how gross it is to see his parents touching lips. Placing the car in park, and pulling out of the driveway, you watch as the car gets smaller and smaller.

Heading back in the house you let out a small groan, clearly battling the temptations of procrastination. It was the first time you got your house to yourself in quite some time. Not that you didn’t love Seonghwa, and your kids. But sometimes you missed the peacefulness the quiet had brought. Sitting at the computer seat you make yourself as comfortable as possible knowing you have hours of work ahead of you. Eyes burning with each passing hour, due to barely blinking you glance down at the time, exhaustion runs all over your body. Grabbing your coffee mug you head to the kitchen when suddenly the doorbell rings, starting you. Making your way towards the front door. You look through the peephole, quietly trying to move around your house.

“Who is it?” You call out, seeing the two strange men in front of your door. Clearly shivering, they both say their name through chattering teeth. Opening the door slightly you peak through the crack.

“How can I help you..?” You whisper out, clearly scared. Flicking on the porch light you see both men fully. Their handsome faces have you opening the door wider, taking in both forms. Their shirts cling to their bodies. Your eyes fight to stay looking at their face as they begin speaking.

“H-Hi mam..our car broke down three miles down the block, our phones died as well. You were the only house that answered the door. We’ve been trying to get help for hours.” San says through chattering teeth. The smaller one looks at you, eyes boring into the side of your face. Clearly making you nervous you clear your throat..

“My husband he’s not home currently.” You explain, eyes barely being able to focus on the eyes of each man. Giving a small tight lipped smile. They both nod understanding, the one with the bigger shoulders asks if he could borrow your phone to call a couple friends. Despite your better judgment you hesitantly nod, cracking your door open a bit wider. Letting them step in, they don’t move far from your front door as they don’t wanna track in water. Grabbing your cell phone you make your way back to both men, lingering not too far to give them privacy to make whichever phone calls they need too.

“Okay thank you..” San says, ending the phone call. With one arm wrapped around his body he calls out for you..

“Mam..excuse me!” He whisper shouts. Not wanting to make any commotion in your house. Making your way back to them with some towels you take your phone back.

“Any luck?” You ask, while looking between the both of them. The smaller one answers first…

“Not til tomorrow, so we will have to tough it out in the car till then.” Shrugging his shoulders they both dry off to the best of their abilities before handing you the towels. As they begin to leave you stop them…

“Wait..!” On the drop of a dime they both halt their movements. Both side eyeing each other with smiles on their faces, they turn with curious looks.

“I know I shouldn’t be doing this…and it’s probably not a good idea, I mean we don't even know each other…” as you continue to ramble, they make their way closer to you. San in the back, Hongjoong in the front. As you feel the damp material of their clothes touch your warm skin you stop your rambling.

“We appreciate your hospitality..” San whispers into your ear, his soft lips brush against your heated skin. Letting out a squeak, you nod your head. Not trusting yourself to speak to either of them. Hongjoong studies your every move. Eyes flickering with curiosity. He begins to thank you..

“Would you mind getting us a change of clothes perhaps? I would kill for a shower..” he ends his sentence stepping closer to you, breath fanning across your face. Suddenly you lack all ability to think clearly, nodding your head you have them follow you to your shared bedroom. You are convinced both of them are sirens, so thoughtlessly you follow their word. Photos of you and Seonghwa fill the room. As you step over the threshold of the door your body sends a shiver down your spine. Grabbing them some of Seonghwas clothes you hand them to each man.

“You can keep them, they are just some extra clothes my husband has lying around.” You squeak out, looking at every feature on their faces but their eyes. Grabbing the clothes they both smile at you, heads turning towards you fully.

“Husband? What a lucky man..” Hongjoong purrs out. Letting his cold hand touch yours before taking all the fabric from your arms. Nodding you crack a smile, all three of you starring amongst each other. It feels like the room is boiling in heat. Letting out a small cough you lead them towards the bathroom. Offering them to shower, stressing that warmth is very important. Just as you are about to leave they both thank you. Nodding you tell them you will be down the hall. Leaving them to themselves you don’t travel far, listening as the wet clothing hits the bathroom floor. You have two strange men undressing in your home. Looking at the portraits of you and Seonghwa you place them face down. Not wanting to feel the guilt of breaking such a code of loyalty. Just as you are about to leave the room, the bathroom light catches one of the portraits you are laying down. Biting your lip you want to head out of the room, give them their privacy, but your feet move before your mind can. You stand outside of the bathroom door, peeking inside. Your mouth slightly dropping when you see both naked men, stepping inside of the same shower. Their upper bodies look like they had been sculpted by Gods. The one with the big shoulders had such a defined back with each movement the muscles flexed, the shorter one while he was not as big, he still was muscular, a defined six pack, pecs swollen with muscle. Brain lagging in action, you step inside the bathroom, the warmth from the shower aiding in the heat.

You blink in awe as both of them maneuver under the water. Mouth drying with each movement they do. You were like a love sick teen, clearly caught up in the moment until. San lets out a low whistle, standing like a deer in the headlights. Your jaw tenses, you can’t even make a case to plead as you are caught directly in the act. Opening the glass door, they both step out, bodies fully nude, cocks long and hard just resting on top of their strong thighs. Your eyes immediately fall to it, watching the way Hongjoongs curves, and Sans has a bulging vein.

“Well, well, look what we have here Hongjoong.” San says, water droplets falling off of him.

“I’m-I’m I sw-swear! This isn’t, no, if you just let me expl-.” Your sentence is cut off by Hongjoong stepping in front of you, the heat rolls off of him, almost knocking you out.

“I think I know what you want..” he whispers, letting his hand come up to run across your bottom lip before placing his thumb on your tongue. San wedges you between them both, wet, warm chest touching your back. You can feel his cock pressed against your lower back.

“You wanna be fucked good, don’t you?” San whispers into your ear, letting out a small moan.

“You wanna be fucked rough?” Hongjoong whispers out, getting closer to your face. Lips brushing against yours. Your face heats, feeling a flush run across your body you nod slowly. Hands clenched into fists. You know this is wrong, your brain is screaming ‘what about Seonghwa?’ But against your better judgment you follow through, continuing to nod. Agreeing that this is what you want. Pinching your chin between his fingers, he pulls your face closer to his..

“I need a yes, not just a head nod.” His bottom lip brushes yours, nodding your head once more you tell him verbally that this is what you want. Everything happens so quickly, they are pushing you to the running shower, stripping your clothes as you get closer to the steamy area. Before you know it you are naked, sandwiched in between both men. With their lips hot on your skin, hands flying all over your body, this is going to be a night no one will never forget.

~

“Look at that San.” Hongjoong says through a laugh, continuing to pump his throbbing cock inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises, mixing with the heavy breaths from both of them cloud your mind, not even hearing your phone ring. San lets out a laugh, lightly slapping the side of your face repeatedly, trying to bring you back to reality. Grabbing the front of your neck, Hongjoong tilts you head back, the pressure from his hand makes you let out a loud moan.

“Don't you hear that baby? Your phone is ringing. Should we answer it?” He huffs into your mouth. Drinking in every breath you blow in his face, tongue darting out to lick up the small drool that’s leaving your mouth, you thoughtlessly nod. Slowing his thrusts, San reaches out of the shower grabbing your phone, answering it.

“Hello?” You hear Seonghwas voice, it feels like you are in a tunnel, the echoing of his voice is in your ears, yet you can't seem to understand why.

“Hello? Y/N?”

Lowering his moist lips to your ear he growls in them..

“Answer him, or I will.” Jerking his hips once more inside of you, digging deeper, bumping directly against your cervix.

“Hel-Hello..?” You groan out, hissing at the way San digs his nails into your hips, slowing his pace down. Letting the head of his cock bump against your swollen clit. With his cock sliding between your wet pussy lips, and Hongjoong arranging your guts you could barely come up dough a logical thought.

“You alright?” Seonghwa asks, concern lacing his voice. Biting your lip, you nod as if he could see you through the phone. Palming the fat of your ass, Hongjoong brings you down further on his cock. His oozing tip completely crushing your g spot. Making you let out a whimper. San lets out a small giggle, pumping his hips faster, the tip of his red cock brushing your clit with each stroke. Bringing his hand down, he grabs his member, continuing to stroke in between your sticky lips. The steam from the shower adding onto the extra moisture.

“Ye-Yea.” You say clearing your throat.

“I’m alright, just a super hot shower, the steam is getting to me, along with all the work.”

Letting out a small sigh of relief Seonghwa goes on to tell you that due to the storm they will be hunkering down at Wooyoungs house on the beach. You barely hear any words that come through the phone speaker, the hot breath that is on the back of your neck from Hongjoong is clouding your thoughts. The deep strokes he’s giving your cunt, letting quiet sloshing noises. Not too sure if Seonghwa can hear the noises, you quickly wrap up the call, telling him you love him. While you have a cock stuffed up your cunt, and sliding between your pussy lips. As soon as the call ends San halts his strokes. Dropping to his knees, his tongue starts toying with your throbbing clit. Hongjoong resumes his slow deep strokes, reaching around to grab your breast, he pinches your nipple. Making you let out a howl.

“You love him?” Hongjoong whispers in your ear, hips driving back far before slamming into you at full force. Knocking your g spot each time, Sans tongue flickers over Hongjoongs length from time to time, collecting any fluid that leaks out of your used hole. Wrapping his soft lips against your clit, he nibbles on it before giving it quick, firm sucks. Bringing his hand down to touch his neglected cock he pumps it at the pace Hongjoong strokes your insides with.

“Answer me!” Hongjoong grits out. Teetering on the edge of bliss trying to hold himself off as long as possible. You choke out a breath letting out a loud whine. Clutching the top of Sans head, as he throws one of your legs over his broad shoulder. The hot water runs down your body, certain streams aim at your other neglected pebbles nipple.

“I don’t know.” You whine out, the hazing clouds still blur your mind and eyes. You do love Seonghwa, that’s why you married him, settled down with him, had kids with him. Yet here you were getting pleasured by two men who were not your husband. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

“Fu-Fuck.” Your hips stutter against Sans face, his tongue continuing to flicker against your clit as he sucks on it like it is a piece of candy. Hongjoongs nails dig deeper into the flesh of your hips. As he begins to slam you up and down his length, he snatches you off of Sans mouth. His dark eyes immediately meeting Sans.

Rolling his shoulders, San stands up, back firm against the shower wall, he grabs one of your nipples rolling it between his thumbs, the other grabbing his cock, tapping it against his stomach, Hongjoong slams you against Sans front. His pace is no longer slow and deep. He begins hammering away at your insides while San wedges his cock between both of your bodies, pumping his body slowly against the lower flesh of your stomach. The sudden change in pace has you gripping Sans shoulders trying your best to remain steady.

“Oh-Oh my god.” You chant over and over again.

“Hong-Hongjoong please!” You squeal out. Bringing his hand down to you with your clit, San picking up speed as well, the wet, soft flesh makes his cock leak all over your skin. Feeling his balls beginning to tighten, San pinches your clit, the warm water running from his arms down to your abused clit gives you that final push you need, causing your back to arch against Hongjoong who thrusts once more before pulling out and cumming all over your ass. San pumps a few more times before coming all over your lower belly, the cum squirting quick and hot all over your flesh.

Letting out a breathy moan you lean your body weight against San, head laying against his shoulder. Letting out a sigh, San pats your sticky ass. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, Hongjoong grabs soap and begins to clean the cum off of you.

“Hey…you alright?” San whispers into your ear, the water droplets from his face tickle your nose, looking up at him you nod. Not even uttering a word as your body is spent. Wrapping up the shower you both end up in your bed. Your body crushed between the both of them, the warmth radiating from them as your body being pulled into a deep sleep. As one rubs small circles with his thumbs on your upper shoulders, the other is rubbing small circles on your lower back. Your eyes fall heavy with sleep, abandoning your phone in the bathroom, your morals in the shower, and your respect for your relationship in the very bed all three of you lie in, the very same bed that normally would occupy you and your husbands bodies.

As your breathing gets heavier San and Hongjoong look up from your sleeping frame. A mischievous grin breaks out on Joongs face. Slipping away from your bed, they head back into the bathroom. Quiet steps as both men move, making sure not to startle you awake.

“What do you think?” San says, leaning against the bathroom sink. Folding his arms against his naked chest. Hongjoong stands in the middle of the bathroom, looking around.

“What do you think?” He looks at San, that playful smile taking over his face once more. Nodding his head San turns around, beginning to rummage through the bathroom cabinets. Taking out the items that catch his eye.

“Black Opium, let’s give it a smell.” Spraying the cologne in the room, waving his hand through it, San hums in approval.

“They got some super nice stuff, look at all these pieces of jewelry.” Hongjoong whispers as he thrifts through the drawers in the bathroom, taking every piece of jewelry out and admiring it. Wafting his hand back and forth he covers his nose.

“San this isn’t a bath and body works!” Hongjoong quietly hisses, annoyed at the various scents swirling in the bathroom. Shooting Hongjoong a sheepish smile, he places the body sprays down. Muttering a quiet sorry, before giggling and sifting through them once more.

Moving from room to room, they venture all over the house, even going as far as dressing in the some of Seonghwas clothes. Parading around in them, mocking the relationship you both had shared. Mouths stuffed with your children’s snacks, leaving crumbs and food everywhere. With full bellies, bodies covered in glamorous jewels, and expensive perfumes, they make their way back to you and your husbands shared bedroom. Just as San lays down, Hongjoong spots a tucked away door in the back of the bedroom, almost naked to the human eye unless you were truly looking for it.

“What?” San says, acknowledging Hongjoongs strange movements. Hongjoongs feet move before his brain can come up with a reply to San, opening the door, he steps in. Eyes boring with shock, it was a safe room. Gun cases, the true expensive items, jewelry, perfumes, clothing items. It was a dream come true for constant travelers such as himself and San.

“Wow..” is all he could come up with, his body vacant for words. Take, take, take, is all he could think. That’s all he could do, take advantage of the situation, take your items, and most importantly take your feelings, and stomp on them. Letting out an annoyed sigh, San stands up lugging his tired body to where Hongjoong stood. Just as shocked as the man, but more annoyed due to the lack of sleep. Letting his eyes crinkle with joy, he glares at San giving him a knowing look. Looking back at Hongjoong with just as an evil glint he nods his head, understanding his exact thoughts without even speaking a word. Quietly closing the door, they make their way back to the bed where you are soundly asleep. Each of them crushing each side of your body. Before either of them can drift off to sleep, they give each other one more knowing glance laced with mischief before letting a light slumber take both of their bodies over.

~

The bright shine of the sun pokes at your eyelids, causing your face to crinkle with annoyance, slightly moving your body but you are stopped by a body right behind you, pulling you close to their chest. Your eyes immediately shoot open to be welcomed by Hongjoongs bright eyes staring back at you. His deep gaze puts you into a state of shock. A man that is not your man, in your shared bed, while a strong arm begins to rub the lower part of your stomach making your body slightly jump.

“Just relax…we don’t bite.” San whispers breath cool with a minty hue, but timber due not being awake long. Putting his fingers under your chin Hongjoong brings your face back to look at him.

“How did you sleep?” He asks, eyes twinkling with danger. He’s observing your every move, studying you. Brain instantly turning to putty you nod your head, letting him know you heard him, brain not quite understanding him.

“Go on, pretty girl, tell him how you slept.” San insists, giving your lower belly a reassuring pat. The smoothness in his tone has you seeing stars in the early morning.

“Pe-Peaceful.” You say stuttering slightly. Nodding his head Hongjoong brings his hand up to rub across your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, rubbing his thumb along the gums of your bottom teeth. He held so much dominance in such small acts, his energy suffocated everyone in the room. Your eyes dart to his tattoo..blinking twice your eyes look back at him, pulling his hand back he sticks his thumb in his mouth, savoring your taste.

“No one like me…” you whisper while running your fingers over his bicep. It sounded like a question more so than a statement. Raising his eyebrow he smiles at you, his perfectly white teeth on display for you. Nodding his head he looks as your fingers lightly trace the dark ink on his skin.

Giving your waist a slight hard squeeze, San tells you to head to the bathroom and get ready for the day. Nodding your head you crawl out of bed, making your way towards the bathroom, closing it behind you. Kicking his feet, tossing his arms behind his head, San cockly lays in the bed.

“Very obedient thing.”

Getting up from the bed, Hongjoong makes his way towards San, standing over him. His smaller frame barely intimidating San. Remaining with his feet kicked up, Hongjoong knocks his feet off of the bed.

“Did you do what I asked of you?” Rolling his eyes San peaks one eye open at him, before shutting it.

“Yes I did.” He replies sing songy. Voice laced with excitement.

“Hongjoong, when have I ever let you down.” He says sitting up, face mere inches away from Hongjoongs. Placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose, he swings his feet off the bed. Slapping his hands on Hongjoongs shoulders. Before Hongjoong can rebuttle he hears the water in the bathroom cut off..

“Everyone in their places!” San sings, hopping around the room. Just as the bathroom door swings open, you see Hongjoong standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. When a sudden screech noise catches both of your ears. San drags in one of the dining room chairs. Placing it mere inches from you, waving his hand so you would sit. Holding his hand out he guides you to the chair, his hands rub at your shoulders, beginning to ease the tension in them. San begins to pepper small kisses along your neck to your earlobe. The warmth of his soft lips beating your body. Just as you are about to open your mouth to moan, it gets cut by something cool wrapping around your ankles, shifting, tying the belts in places he moves into wrapping your wrist. You don’t even attempt to stop them too wrapped up in the way San is attacking your neck, nipping at your pulse.

“We just wanna do something different with you, doll.” San purrs into your ear. Your pussy immediately grows moist at his voice.

Nodding your head dumbfoundedly, you let them have their way with you, ripping pieces of clothing off till you are nude, shredded fabric surrounds all of you. Pulling out his phone San hands it to Hongjoong who starts to record your neck being practically eaten up by San, baring his teeth nipping at the delicate skin on top of your pulse. You let out breathy moans with each bite. Getting closer, he wets two fingers before running them over your cunt, hearing the squealing of your pussy against his fingers he realizes he didn’t even need to lick them.

“Open your mouth.” Hongjoong says quietly taking in your form, chest heavy with each breath. Your breast move with each movement you do, jiggling in his eyesight. Opening your mouth, San stuffs a wash cloth inside of it, they both begin to do their best work, bringing you on the brink of ecstasy before tearing it away from you.

Rubbing his fingers sloppily over your clit, you bite the wash cloth in your mouth, tears streaming down your face. Tilting your head back at the pressure building inside of you. Squishing your face, your wet eyes bore up at Hongjoong.

“Don't be rude.” He grits out, squeezing your cheeks even tighter. San zooms in on your phone, making sure to catch the tears streaming down your face. Letting out a low moan, San gets upon close to you and Hongjoong, squishing his face next to yours with his fingers continuing to sloppily play with your sticky clit. He continues to poke fun at you.

“What a slut for pain.” Letting out a squeal of a laugh he pinches your clit, pushing you to orgasm. Your sticky fluids leaking all over the chair beneath you, wetting your inner thighs, all the way down to your ankles. Your eyes puff with tears, wiggling your body, pleading with Hongjoong to stop. Stop what though? Orgasm after orgasm…? Or stop humiliating you..?

Pausing his hand he brings his fingers up to Sans mouth, eagerly sucking your essence off of Hongjoongs fingers, he flips the camera onto them making sure to record him sucking Hongjoongs fingers clean before dropping in a squat, catching a close up of your twitching cunt.

“I wonder if Seonghwa ever made you cum this much.” San breaths out. Watching your pussy clench around nothing makes him and Hongjoong laugh loudly.

“Don’t tell me..” Hongjoong says through a laugh, fingers coming to tweak one of your perked nipples. Making you squeal, the heat begins to spread all over your body. You are embarrassed that they keep bringing up Seonghwa. You should be ashamed that you are allowing them to mock your marriage, mock your husband, but you can’t deny the flush of feverish need that spreads from your head to your dripping pussy.

“I don’t think he’s ever made her cum this much Hongjoong.” San says while laying a firm slap against your pussy. The roughness of his hand has your back arching as far as it can in the restraints. Standing up Hongjoong picks up the gun that was taken out of the hidden room, grabbing the handle of it, and shoving the cold metal against your swollen clit. The temperature difference has you practically doubling over. Setting the phone up on the nightstand. San makes his way back over, pulling his pants down so they sit right below his balls, hard cock springing out. Pulling the rag out of your mouth, you cough, chest heaving with fresh air. The saliva that has built in your mouth begins to drop all over you, some splashing and hitting his stiff cock. Letting out a small whistle he grabs the back of your neck.

“Spit on my cock again.” He says, biting his lip. Gathering all the pooled spit you have in your mouth you spit on his cock again, his head dropping back. He moans, beginning to stroke his cock steadily making sure to aim his cock towards your mouth.

Beginning to move the gun once more, he toys at your clit with it. A loud moan leaves your mouth, eyes growing hazy, you don’t know where to look. Toes clenching with each stroke of the cold metal against your abused clit. Knowing you are in a dangerous situation, your body is on fire. Yet the anticipation of cumming once more clouds your judgment. Your brain is screaming at you to pull it together to scream for help, but your loins are ignited. Pausing the handle on your clit, he pulls it away resulting in a whine from you. Sans eyes growing twice the size.

“Oh god Hongjoong, she’s a pain slut.”

“An adrenaline junky.”

Biting your lip you begin to call out to Hongjoong, San stops stroking his cock. Placing it back in his pants. With every step back he takes, you watch his cock jump. The thick vein that runs down the side throbbing with each movement. Giving the gun to San, Hongjoong inches closer to you, movements as fluid as water, and just as deadly as much. Standing behind you in the chair, he kneads one of your breasts, while slipping his fingers into your sopping cunt. Resulting in a loud moan, tossing your head back. You wiggle in your chair, as Hongjoong continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, practically bringing you over edge once more. He haults his movements just as you feel the tip of the cold metal gun against your forehead. Instantly choking on your moans, your eyes fly open, head tilting down lazily looking at San holding the gun against your forehead. The handle slick with your arousal mixed with some of your cum. Your throat feels like it’s being constricted, the web you have weaved is now the one compressing you.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You manage to choke out. Eyes flooding with tears once more. Hongjoong pinches your nipple, the sudden feeling tossing you from the initial reaction of shock.

“You really are a pain slut.” Hongjoong murmurs into your ear, you can feel his sinister smile across your earlobe. Basking in the fact they have you caught in such a predicament. With his fingers on the trigger San crushed the cold steel against your forehead. His fingers crush deeper into your cunt, brushing right against your g spot. Biting your bottom lip your eyes begin to fill with tears. His thumb begins to harp harshly over your used clit. The pads of his finger toy with your spongy spot, rubbing against it continuously. The adrenaline that boils through your veins is running its course. Your heart pumps swiftly with each second that passes. San looms over your shaking figure. Hands digging into the flesh of your palms, you begin to pant.

“Pull it.” Hongjoong says, placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck. Leaving small bruises behind, leaving marks so when they found you, that they would have understood that you would have been claimed.

“N-no.” You moan out. Hongjoongs fingers begin to dance quicker on your g spot. Pussy leaking all over once more. Soppy noises bounce off the room, falling on your deaf ears. All you can hear is the rush of your blood through your body, heart hammering away.

“Pull it San.” Your cunt gushes at his skilled fingers, body shaking with adrenaline. Pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Pull it San.” Hongjoong says louder, identical grins gracing both of their faces. Your thighs try to close around Hongjoongs hand.

“No San pl-fuck-please!” You practically yell out, the room begins to spin. It feels like your heart is rattling in your ears. With your orgasm approaching, and Hongjoong yelling at San to pull the trigger your nerves are at an all time high. Your head clouds with judgment. You are on the brink of death and on the brink of an orgasm.

“Do it San! Do it!” Hongjoong yells, ending his sentence with a high cackle. Just as you watch Sans finger move to firmly grasp the trigger, Hongjoong flicks your clit hard once more, giving his fingers one more harsh thrust over your g spot. As you are moaning at San not too, he pulls the trigger, the clicking noise rings in your ears as do your loud screams from your crushing orgasm. You squirt all over Hongjoongs hand, your clear liquid pushes his hand out of your cunt. The liquid splashing at your feet, splashing on Sans pants, sprinkling him with your juices. Your head falls back, chest rising and falling rapidly after such an intense moment. Your head slumps forward, eyes shut tightly. Brushing his thumb over your clit once more your body jolts, letting out a loud shriek.

Grabbing the phone, San steps back, letting Hongjoong get a close up of your spent cunt, spreading your folds to get an up close shot. Tilting the camera up at you. Letting out a small laugh..

“Say hi to Seonghwa, baby.” You're hazy with exhaustion. The sound of Seonghwas name on Hongjoongs lips fell on deaf ears. You are in the moment but not present in it. Ending the video he tosses the phone back on the bed. Your face flushed from various orgasms.

“I think she got fucked dumb.” San says, poking the back of your head with the tip of the gun. Making your head slump further.

“Good, makes it easier.” Hongjoong says, stepping closer to you. Gathering both of your cheeks in his hand, squishing your face. Salvia begins to pool out of your lips falling in a thin string. Placing a small kiss on your moist lips, he steps back looking at San.

“The more obedient you are, the faster this will go.” Your ears slightly perk up at his sentence. Eyes slowly drifting up while still being semi incoherent you raise an eyebrow confused at what he meant. Raising the butt of the gun San hits you in the back of the head instantly knocking you out, all your body weight falling forward the chair creaking at the sudden drop. The restraints hold you back, but your head still hits Hongjoongs chest. Placing the gun on the dresser, San wipes it clean with a towel from the bathroom.

Untying the belts that were holding your body to the chair, your body flops forward hitting the bedroom floor. The noise startling San..

“A warning will be nice next time.” Walking closer to your body, he looks at the chair that is pooling in your slick.

“Shut up, and help me.” Grabbing your legs while Hongjoong grabs your arms, they carry you to the living room, letting you hit the floor with a thud.

“What are we going to do with her?” San ponders out loud.

“We could leave her here, send the videos to her husband, and take the valuables.” Hongjoong says, sitting on the couch above your body. San shakes his head not liking the idea. Pacing back and forth in the living room, he spots a shed in your backyard. Glancing over to Hongjoong who is deep in thought. A small smile creeps on his face..

“I have the perfect idea..” he says through a small whisper, beelining it to the shed he rummages through the gardening equipment before stumbling upon a shovel. Lugging it to the backyard he sticks it in the ground.

“Hongjoong! Hongjoong!” He shouts from outside, glancing over at Sans excited form his eye twinkles with mischief. Making his way back inside they both give each other a knowing glance before grabbing your body once more and carrying it outside. There was a lot of work to be done..

~

With an aching feeling in your body. You blink slowly, eyes filled with crust. The brightness of the sun poking your eyes once more. Going to wipe your eyes your movements are stopped by your arms not being able to move. Your eyes shoot open, waking you from your daze, looking around you are trying to bring in your surroundings. Eyes pooling with tears. Letting out a croak, you begin panting, chest thick with emotion. You were buried up to your neck in the ground, a pile of dirt hugging your neck.

“She finally woke up!” San cheers out loud, his voice startling you, as you are not able to see him. The voice continues to cheer from behind you, trying to turn your neck every which way to see him. Dragging the shovel forward he pins it in the dirt in front of you, both men coming into sight.

All three of you have a quiet stare off, not much words need to be said. Accepting your fate your eyes start to overfill with tears, stealing your face you try to shake them off. A mug etched across your face. You look at both men in disgust.

“I hate both of you.” You grit out through clenched teeth. Laying a hand on his chest dramatically Hongjoong rolls his eyes, taken back by your harsh words.

“Both of us? What did we do!” San exclaims

“You both did this to me.” You grit out, annoyed by the theatrics both men are showing.

“All we did was bring you pleasure.”

“Orgasm after orgasm.”

“That sounds like a good time to me.” San says with a shrug. Clearly not phased by your annoyance. Tears streaming down your face you begin to scream for help. Letting out a moan, he grabs his cock through his pants.

“Scream as loud as you want, baby, no one will hear you.” Hongjoong says as San strokes himself through his pants. Turned on by the events rolling out in front of him. You continue to yell for what feels like hours, your throat feeling hoarse with each shriek you eventually quiet down, tears wetting the out around your neck, leaving smears of grime on your skin.

“Please…” you squeak out in a tired tone, voice raw with emotion.

“Please what? Please you’ll do anything?” San says with a devious smirk on his face. Nodding your head swiftly you bite your lip, hoping they’d let up on this current torture you’re in.

“Like…calling your husband and telling him that you cheated on him?” Hongjoong asks. Your eyes bulge. Biting your lip, nostrils flaring, they both are dancing around this current sharade with you. Shaking your head no, they both begin to snicker. Eye twitching you begin to scream..

“I did nothing wrong!” You scream at the top of your lungs, chest barely being able to heave as the pressure from the dirt is practically crushing you. San and Hongjoong look down at you with massive grins covering their faces.

“You guys fucked me! I didn’t fuck you! You came on to me!” You stress as much as you can, trying your best to wiggle your body beneath the dirt. Groaning in frustration you continue to yell profanities at both men in front of you, just as you are about to tell them to fuck off you hear the sound of you moaning. Eyes growing wide you stare up at the men in front of you.

“Sent!” San says in a chipper tone, setting the phone down just mere inches away from your face, there you were screaming Hongjoongs name in the shower. The slurping noises of San on your clit, and Hongjoong hammering away at your cunt.

“We sent it to every contact in your phone.” San replies in a sarcastic tone. His tone underlying a ‘matter of factly’ hue to it. Sent it to everyone in your contacts? That means it got sent too…

“I believe Seonghwa was his name right?”

“Righttttt!” Hongjoong says, foot still planted firmly on the shovel in the miniature dirt pile. Your eyes grow big, jaw dropping like you had a mouth full of rocks. You feel the back of your throat close up, the stinging of tears begins to burn your lash line. With the lack of oxygen it makes your head spin with dizziness, and disbelief.

“You guys fucked me.” You grit out through clenched teeth, practically seething at the mouth. Saliva being spit out at them. You watch as Sans figure makes its way towards you with a giant piece of rock, your eyes are trying to focus on both men. Hongjoong who has now plucked the shovel out of the dirt, and is firmly grasping the handle of the shovel, while San is making his way towards you with the giant rock. As tears begin to stream down your face, the salty liquid moistens the cold dirt around your neck.

“Oh pretty girl…” Hongjoong purrs out. With San swinging the giant rock in the air, holding it still above his head as he’s getting ready to drop it, they both look at you with a devilish grin.

“We are about to fuck you more ways than one.”

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[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel sleeps with his innocent married next door neighbor after fixing her sink.]

Smut

“He could see the guilt you felt, the confusion you felt when you suddenly smacked him across the face. He barely moved, accepting your hit with his hand still around your waist.”

The phone sitting right beside you, Joel could read the name on the called ID. It was your husband.

“Answer it” he whispered.

A tiny hint of Javier Peña in this

“Damn it, Henry” you sighed checking under your sink to see it was leaking much more than earlier. Of course your husband was coming home late once again from work leaving you to a messy kitchen. The water over flowing and it being late in the evening you knew no plumber would be available to come now. The thought of asking your neighbor Joel Miller was tempting but also a bit embarrassing this late in the day. Joel knew you and he knew your husband, the two of them weren’t exactly friends but whenever they’d see each other they’d have a quick talk about whatever game was going on. With a sigh you snapped yourself out of it and marched yourself to Joel’s front door.

It didn’t take long before Joel opened his door, intrigued to find you on the other end.

“Stella” he greeted you with half a smile.

“Hey, Joel…I’m sorry for bothering late. Henry won’t be back until God knows what time and my sink is leaking and-“

“Say no more,” he chuckled before calling out to Tommy letting him know where he would be.

Grabbing some tools from the back of his truck he followed you to your house right behind you. Not being able to stop himself from enjoying the view of the way you walked up the stairs, the move of your hips with each step his eyes were glued to your ass.

“Sorry again about this” he quickly looked up as you turned around opening the door for him.

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’” Joel always had a way with words, yet it wasn’t exactly what he said but more of how he said it.

Standing to the side you watched how he got to work under your sink. One of his legs lay flat while the other was bent, you couldn’t help but notice his navy blue shirt being pulled up slightly, revealing a light soft patch of hair that led to his-

“How long has this been like this?” Joel’s question distracting your thoughts, distracting your eyes.

“Oh uh-Henry tried to fix it but-“

“Yeah I could see that” he chuckled, his arms flexing as he worked. There you were again checking out Joel as he lay under your sink when your house phone rang.

“Not again, Henry” Joel heard you speak with disappointment, he couldn’t help but take a peak at you as stood by the counter.

“We’ve had to change it so many times, silly me for thinking you’d prioritize your wife” Joel looked down at you and watched as you sadly hung up the phone and pushed it aside. Before you knew it he was finished wiping his hands clean.

“That’s it?”

“Yes mam’” he smiled yet noticed the sadness in your eyes.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah” you sighed not being able to hide the disappointment you felt.

“Henry and I made four years last week and we’ve yet to celebrate it because theres always a reason for him to come home late, even bought this damn bottle of wine to surprise him,” you rolled your eyes. Joel tilted his head and crossed his arms listening to what you had to say.

“I can’t remember the last time we went on a date and we don’t even have children keeping us busy…ain’t that sad?” You chuckled sarcastically.

“I even bought this new stupid dress I’m wearing now to see if he’d like it and now I’m blabbing away-“

“You look beautiful in it” Joel’s compliment completely catching you off guard.

“Thank you” he watched as your eyes lit up before you realized you hadn’t even offered him a glass of water.

“Oh god, how rude am I? Would ya like a glass of water or tea? Coffee?”

“How about wine?” A playful look in his eyes as he motioned to the bottle you had just mentioned.

“You know what….why not?” You grabbed two glasses and the wine opener, pouring each a cup. Joel watched as you took a sip from your cup and tried to hold back a smile.

“What cha smiling about?” Joel asked with a smirk.

“If my husband knew I was standing here having wine with you-“ you laughed as he stepped closer to you.

“How would he feel about that? ” He asked curiously, a squint in his eyes.

“He probably wouldn’t like it” you looked down with embarrassment.

“Oh yeah?” He took another step closer.

“Or he’s probably too distracted right now with his secretary anyways too wonder what the hell I’m doing” you rolled your eyes before chugging the remainder of your wine. You always suspected your husband wasn’t faithful. Joel watched as you wiped your lips still lost in thought before you realized he was staring at you.

“Sorry- I know you don’t care to hear about any of that”

“Hmm..I don’t know darling I just find it hard to believe a man could get distracted with another woman when he has you at home” a light shade of red appearing on your cheeks as you quickly looked away. It had been a while since another man flirted with you so directly you didn’t know how to respond. Quickly pouring yourself another glass Joel chuckled as you chugged down what you poured. Silently he walked towards you, slowly pulling the glass away from your lips and setting it aside. You could feel your heart racing, leaning back against the counter as he looked down at your lips.

Was this actually happening?

“Joel” you whispered as his eyes found yours, his hands gently falling on your hips.

“You..you now I’m married..” you whispered as he pressed his body against yours. He was hesitant for a moment, analyzing your face.

“Happily?” His question making you react with a look of defeat.

No you weren’t happy, you hadn’t been for a long time and Joel could always see it whenever he saw you and your husband together yet you never expected this from Joel.

You couldn’t respond and before you even realized, he closed the distance between your lips and kissed you sending a shock through your body. Your eyes were open as he took you by surprise, his hand slowly closing around your waist pulling you harder against him before he gently parted away.

“I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t thought of doing this for some time now” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“This ain’t very much gentleman like of me but for some reason….I don’t care” he smirked before kissing you again. This time you closed your eyes, your hands brushing up his chest and wrapping around his neck, your body melting into his. You were losing control forgetting what was right or wrong, he pushed aside the dishes behind you and quickly lifted you up onto the counter without parting his lips from yours. His hands sliding under your dress making you gasp and turn away from his lips.

“Joel….” You whispered. No other man beside your husband had touched you in almost a decade.

“I…I’ve never done this before…I have a husband” you spoke as if you were trying to remind yourself of the man you married. Joel could tell this was the first time any other man aside from your husband touched you. The thought giving him a rush.

Refusing to look up into his deep brown eyes barely able to make out your words you swallowed nervously.

“This is…it’s wrong” you made the mistake of looking up at him and found him staring at your lips, yearning to feel more of them.

“So tell me to stop” he whispered before looking up into your eyes.

“Tell me to stop and I promise I’ll leave, darlin’”

You knew you couldn’t.

You didn’t want him to.

Slowly you could hear the sound of him unbuttoning his jeans, his lips pressed against your cheek before slowly finding yours again. Joel knew you had never done something like this before, somehow that intrigued him more. He moved slowly, giving you the chance to stop him but he knew damn well you wouldn’t. Feeling his hands between your thighs you felt him slowly slide your underwear off your legs, throwing them to the side. Shoving your dress higher he positioned himself right at your entrance slowly sliding himself in you. Breathing each other in you moaned as his thrust pushed your body up against the wall. It felt exactly like you what you wanted.

What you needed.

Your arms slow grabbing onto his shoulders as he penetrated you deeply. A louder moan than you expected escaped your lips, Joel smirked looking down at how much you creamed all over his cock.

“Look at that..” he whispered roughly.

“Wanted it that bad, huh?” He thrusted harder when the house phone rang making you gasp. The phone sitting right beside you, Joel could read the name on the called ID.

It was your husband.

“Answer it”

“What?” You panted as he continued to move into you.

“Answer it” he demanded, his hand sliding behind your neck grabbing a chunk of your hair. A look you had never seen from him as he eagerly waited for you to do as he said.

Looking at the caller ID your heart sunk, what the hell was Joel thinking?

“Joel..I can’t” you whispered when he tugged at your hair.

“Yes you can” he held himself inside you deeply making you gasp.

“Hello?” You whispered, the phone shaking in your hand against your ear as Joel looked dead at you. Your husband of course making more excuses on how he would get home even later than he first said. Yet, for the first time in months…you didn’t care. Joel unexpectedly began to slam into you faster, a panic arising in your eyes as you felt yourself about to cum.

Your husband speaking as you attempted to control your breathing but at this level of pleasure it was impossible.

“I don’t know what damn time I’ll be home tonight so please don’t wait up for me, maybe I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t call my office either” Your husband continued as Joel watched your eyes begin to roll back. Biting his bottom lip as sweat dripped down his forehead he felt you tighten up around his cock.

“Hello? Are you even listening?!!” Your husband yelled when ecstasy exploded throughout your body.

“Yes!” You screamed uncontrollably, the phone slipping from your hands falling into pieces onto the floor. Grabbing onto Joel you moaned as he watched an orgasm take over you completely.

“Please…please-“ you begged as your body arched against him. Joel grunted pulling your hips closer to him thrusting his hips against you as you came.

“Joel…” you whispered, your body collapsing back against the wall. Out of breath you could barely say a word Joel quickly pulled out and came on your thigh making a sound of sweet relief.

A twist of emotions exploding through your chest. A pleasure you had never felt before mixed with a guilt you never knew you could feel.

“Oh my god…” you whispered as he turned away fixing himself up. Grabbing some paper towels you cleaned yourself off still in shock with what you had just done. Getting off the counter your legs felt like jello practically making you lose your balance. Joel quickly turned and held you up by your waist as you looked up at him feeling confused yet you didn’t know what to say. He could see the guilt you felt, the confusion you felt when you suddenly smacked him across the face. He barely moved, accepting your hit with his hand still around your waist. You attempted to push his hand off before he abruptly pulled you tighter against him. You gasped not expecting his reaction as he stared down at you intensely not saying a word.

“You-“ Joel grabbed your face pressing his lips to yours as you struggled to push away for just a second, his hands grabbing your wrists before you melted once again in his arms. Parting his lips from you he looked down breathlessly.

“It’s alright” he whispered as you looked up at him innocently. He knew what he had just done, but Joel didn’t regret it, hell he wished he could stay with you.

Kissing your forehead he silently left your home as you stood against the counter in shocker. Your phone still on the floor, your underwear right beside it with a drop of his cum you had noticed.

What the hell did this mean?

Joel went to his home and walked in casually passing Tommy who sat at the table eating a sandwich. Tommy didn’t even get to say a word with how quickly Joel hid himself in the bathroom starting the shower.

Staring at himself in the mirror he didn’t know what to feel. This wasn’t like Joel to sleep with a married woman yet the guilt he felt was more from you. The look in your eyes as you had realized what you had done he felt responsible for…yet he couldn’t keep himself away….

Part 2?

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#886 Mc is Coming back

Mc coming back to the Devildom and being promised that the house of lamentation will be like they left it clean and NOT in shambles

Mam*Coming back, in his modeling gig clothes...ran out mid-shoot given they got a text... You arriving today, Running through the MOUTAIN of packages from Levi and Asmo at the entrance and Cerberus who is chilling under the stairs*CERBERUS HIDE!?!

Cerb*Who was chewing on a couch and ...felt the seriousness of Mammon and ran away*!!!

Mam*ZOOOMS his way through the corridor missing the holes on te floor from Satan's outburst...a sleeping Belphie and Beel beside him eating a painting*LUCIFER!!!-

-In Lucifer's office...who bottles of empty demonus, used coffee mugs of dry black coffee of melancholy-

Mam*Kicks the door open sweating and panting*T-TREASURE-...Mc gets-*Pants and looks at the disheveled Lucifer*MC GETS BACK TODAY!!!

Luci*Checks his wristwatch and raises his brow*No, they are supposed to come in tomorrow

Mam: What day are they supposed to come back?

Luci*Sighs aggravated by mammon's antics*Monday

Mam: TODAY IS MONDAY!!!

Luci*Face slowly morphs into one of panic and stands up fast, running out the door along with mammon*WE HAVE TO CLEAN-

Mam*Running beside him to get to the cleaning closet*WE HAVE TO CLEAN, WE GOTTA FUCKIN CLEAN ITS A MESS-

[obeymematches]

very fluffy and in depth hcs of a mc that basically lives off of cuddles? if you dont wanna do all of them can you only do lucifer, mammon, beel & diavolo? its fine if you dont wanna write this request tho! <3

i just need to snuggle up with them and maybe receive a forehead kiss yknow?

(also its def not bc of their man boobs wdym..)

thank you baby for sending in this ask, writing it cleared my skin and watered my plants- 💐🌸🌻

also your taste in men is very good 💯💯💯

this just teeth rotting fluff. GN MC.

❤️Cuddling HCs❤️

Lucifer:

Cuddling can only happen at night / the evening. Even on the weekends he is too busy to be cuddling during the day.

When you get in bed next to him he usually smells like coffee & sweat ngl. At first he does try to hide it with a nice expensive perfume but it might be best to cuddle after taking a shower.

He loves it if you curl up against him, laying your head on his chest. He is surprisingly gentle with his strokes in your hair!

He prefers not to talk or just very short I love yous are accepted. This is his calming, recharging moment.

His arms are strong as he puts them behind your back, or under your head if that's what you prefer. His weakness is stroking his head between his ears and forehead.

He is very glad to kiss your forehead without you having to ask! He is actually very affectionate if he is with you, and only you! Prefers holding one of your hands the entire time.

My love... Holding you in my arms in this moment makes me feel tranquil. As if nothing could ever go wrong again... I am aware it only lasts such a short time... I'm truly sorry we can't do this more often. Can you forgive me, my dearest?

Mammon:

Here is some Mams cuddles

Beelzebub:

Cuddling Beelzebub feels like the most natural thing. You fit just right under his arms, his legs. He can go on like this for hours. Nothing else has to happen and he is the most content demon in the world.

Being so close to him makes you realize he smells like deodorant and grass.

Likes to eat as you cuddle! Always brings you your favourite snacks! He can fall asleep very quickly like this though. Please just stroke his back he is going to melt into your touch.

He is going to kiss you with his hand holding yours to the bed. He kisses you very passionately, towering over you, using his tongue as he should; gluttony gets the best of him.

Very gentle with you the entire time. Carefully moves every inch of his body not to hurt you.

If you decide to lay too far away from him he just sweeps you right where you should be; entirely next to him!

Skin on skin contact is very important for him, pls don't wear too many clothes!!

I'm stronger now, but I can grow even more if you stay by my side. I'll do everything to support you, and I hope you will continue to support me too. I love you. So very deeply. Thank you for being here with me.

Diavolo:

I just think he enjoys being the little spoon. He can be the tiniest little spoon if he wants to!!

Loves to talk. This is no time to be quiet for more than 5 minutes. Something always comes to his mind which he wants to share.

His smell from up close isn't so easy to describe; it's a lingering smell of expensive parfume but also pine tree.

Can and will cuddle you in the afternoon if he/you needs it. Tea time can buzz off this is 300% better.

Talks about how nice it was to Barbatos. Poor Barb doesn't know how to react to this information.

Ah he definitely plays with the blanket; he likes to tuck you in real well, sometimes pull it over your head and kiss you in the dark.

Tickle fights are inevitable if you cuddle for too long. (He doesn't want to let you go pee but you must. So you tickle him.)

Sometimes he can forget how heavy he is though and if he falls asleep while on top of you, you'll be sore by the time he wakes up.

Ah just imagine the pure joy in his eyes the entire time.... sigh

My darling y/n... You are my most precious treasure in the entire world. You enchant and fascinate me, and each day, you ignite me.

[nwaml-writes]

You walk around the HOL singing “I need a big boy, I want a big boy, Gemme a big boy~”

the title says it all. it seems like i can't write more than two boys at a time so I'll just adapt to my flow. Luci and Mams for now

{ Levi & Asmo } | { Simeon & Solomon }

Lucifer

You walk to the living room while singing and plop on the sofa. Or what you thought was the sofa because when you let yourself fall behind, your back collides with a toned torso and large hands find their way around you. “WHa- you weren’t here just now…were you?” He is amused to see your surprised expression and it makes him chuckle. “I don’t understand why you’re so surprised. You just summoned me.” “??? I did not?” You, in fact, did not summon him but it’s shorter to say that than to explain that he was passing by to get to the kitchen, heard you sing and locked eyes with Beel and Mammon who were hanging out in the kitchen, and immediately teleported himself on the sofa before any of them could grant your wish. “I see you don’t realize how powerful you are, Darling.”

Mammon

RUNS to you. You’ve never seen him run so fast. Actually, he even flew to you. He was lying on the sofa scrolling on his phone when you passed by, upon hearing you sing he locked eyes with Levi who happened to lay there too, playing a game. At this point, everything happens in a matter of seconds. They both jump up, by the time Levi is stepping on the coffee table Mammon has already jumped from the nearest sofa from the door. He jumps just as high as that time when he caught the carrot and he looks like he is about to get a kiss from the floor when he skillfully opens his wings and flies up to stand in front of you in a ‘ i’m so cool ‘ pose. He thinks he looks so irresistible in his demon form standing in front of you with a lil smirk on his face (and he is honestly not wrong), knowing he outraced Levi. If he wasn’t so excited about this situation, he might have tried to kabedon you. “so? wad’ya say about this big boy huh?”

[beefrobeefcal]

Let's Get Physical! feat. Marcus Pike & f!Reader

a Marcus Pike one shot | Rated: 18+ | word count: 3,883 warnings: swearing, rougher p in the v unprotected sex, fingering, talk about weight gain, belly appreciation, self esteem issues surrounding weight, reader is assumed to be shorter and lighter than Marcus, reader has long enough hair for Marcus to grip,

A/N: Okay y'all... here's the mam himself! Thank you to @rebel-held for their dedication and holding vigil for his arrival, and for @yahtiwakitakos for their love of Marcus! Thanks to @strang3lov3, @noxturnalpascal & @neverwheremoonchild for their eyes & thoughtful insight.

As soon as you’d gotten the desk next to Marcus, he knew you’d be friends. He’d transferred out of being on the field and to the home office in your state after a personal matter had him decide to transfer. Since that point, you’d worked closely together, learning almost everything you could about one another.

You’d taken to him almost immediately, but his kind and aloof manner kept you from pushing further to see if there was something more. You’d eventually fallen into a content and friendly rapport that turned into a work-based friendship.

Marcus learned about your love of reading, allowing you to collect obscure information, and you’d learned that he did not cook, opting for take out at every meal.

You’d even earned nicknames from one another. You called him Pickles after a long-forgotten joke about his last name, and he called you Dex, short for Poindexter, given you aptitude for Trivial Pursuit.

You worked side by side for four years, and in that time, you’d noted that Marcus had gained weight, but it wasn’t that noticeable – it was gradual. His clothing had always fit. He'd never had an ill-fitting suit or a too-tight dress shirt or jacket. Yes, you'd notice his weight fluctuate and increase, but he camouflaged it well with his clothing.  Sure, he’d developed a bit of a softer jawline under the scruff on his face - it enhanced his pout with those big brown eyes; and yeah, his middle looked less trim, as did his thighs…

You’d told yourself that you really didn’t notice or care – Marcus was your friend.

You repeated those lies every time he’d look up at you and ask if you were ready for lunch or pat your shoulder as he said you’d done a good job. You did notice his waistline increasing and you thought it was sexy and hot, but your own internal battle with self image and weight had tarnished your ability to admit you liked heavier men and watched to help them get heavier.

You so badly wished he was more than a friend. He was kind and sweet, and never swore, even going so far as to tell you to ‘behave’ or ‘watch your mouth’ when you left an f-bomb slip. The way his big brown eyes watched you, you wished they were imagining you naked and crying out for him, and as you’d lose yourself in this fiction, he’d bring you back to earth, asking if you’d read the latest case file.

You’d told yourself that you really didn’t notice or care because Marcus was your friend.

*****

“Morning, Dex!”, he called as he meandered to his desk. He had two coffees in his hands from your favourite coffee shop… the one that was out of the way for him to get to on his way to the office… the one he only stopped at when he either needed a favour or had bad news.

You narrowed your eyes at him and motioned to the coffee with a pointed finger. “Stop. What’s that for?”

“Just wanted to get my best girl a coffee. S’that a crime?”, he smiled, trying to force as much innocence from his eyes as possible.

You didn’t move from your position and raised your brow. He sighed and put the coffees on the desk and slumped his shoulders, letting his work satchel drop to the floor.

“I need your help.”

“I knew it.”

“But you can’t laugh.”

His last statement made you freeze. Looking up at him, his face looked slightly pained as his winced, waiting for the sign to continue.

“Out with it, Pickles.”

“They want agents to be in the field. I saw the sign last night as I was leaving, so I looked into it. Don’t get me wrong – love the office but I miss field work.”

He paused, eyes searching your face for approval. You could see the worry on him, the fear of rejection to his idea. You nodded, arms gently moving from their crossed position, and you reached for the cup closest to you on his desk and took a sip. It was good coffee and you hummed in approval.

Marcus let out a breath he more than likely didn’t realize he was holding and continued. “There’s a catch thought – I have to pass a physical.”

You just about spat our coffee out and swallowed it funny, causing you to start coughing. You waved him off, sputtering an ‘I’m okay.’ as you motioned for him to keep talking.

“Yeah… uh – so the physical.”, he said slowly, watching you carefully with a bit of worry.  “I have to pass the one I did when I was a rookie… the one we all had to pass. You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded again, trying to get the image of Marcus huffing and puffing on a treadmill, sweaty and just a plain mess… the same way you’d imagined he’d be on top of you… rutting and jack hammering you into your mattress…

“Yeah! Just peachy, Pickles!”, you croaked, the rasped out a laugh. “You want to go in the field and leave me behind? Be Mister Bigshot and meet some other prettier coworker to bring coffee?”

You were trying to tease him, but your words and the sharpness of your tongue sounded like they aimed to wound, and it wasn’t lost on Marcus.

“Well, why not come with me? We could be partners.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of travelling with Marcus to different art crime scenes. You’d never been able to shake the stories he told about the weird things he’d investigated in the field. Yeah, there were the big things, but you were more intrigued by the obscure things he’d investigated, like the unnamed famous actor who’s inadvertently bought stolen vintage clown pornography, or the weird old grumpy suburban guy who cluelessly had a priceless - albeit mundane - horse painting hanging in his bedroom, or the time some government worker was caught at the airport with illegally imported erotic art from South America that reeked of cigarettes.

The idea had merit and you nodded, cautiously optimistic.

*****

"Look, I know what I said, but maybe...", Marcus called out from behind the bathroom door. "...maybe I am a little more out of shape than I thought." You stopped your advancement down the hallway and chuckled with a smile.

"What are you talking about?"

"It... it-uh... it fits... different."

You paused and as the cogs in your head turned, trying to decipher what he meant. It hit you and you felt heat bloom in your core and on your face as your smile exploded into a wide-eyed grin.

If what you were thinking was true, the gym clothing that was standard issue for all new FBI trainees - and would be the required outfit for his upcoming physical fitness test - would give you an eye full of how pudgy he'd really gotten. While sitting in your thoughts, your silence made Marcus nervous.

Deciding to just rip the band-aid off, he opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

Your jaw dropped.

You’d seen the pictures of him during training. The clean-shaven sharp jaw and trim toned body clad in a too big t-shirt and knee length shorts.

That was not who stood before you. His shorts, while tighter, still looked like they fit. But that poor t-shirt was pulled tight across his broad chest and shoulders, and the hem was unable to traverse his ample middle, exposing about an inch above his belly button down to the curve of his underbelly and giving you a full view of his love handles.  

His face was flushed, and his eyes pleaded with you. You cleared your throat and smiled, trying to hide the fact that your core was clenching on nothing.

“It fits!”, you managed to squeak out and Marcus look at you stupefied and held his hands open to his sides.

“Really?”, he asked in exasperation, raising his eyebrows. “You think this – “, he motioned to his middle. “- qualifies as fitting?”

“I mean, you got it on? That means it sort of fits?” You winced as you spoke, trying to keep a pleasant smile.

“Fuck!”

You jumped as he let out one the loudest ‘fuck’s you’d ever heard, and your eyes grew wide that it was him who yelled it. He threw his hands up in the air and stood with his hands on his hips, knee popped. His jaw tensed as he looked away, stuck in thought, and you took the opportunity to gaze over his body, noting the way his stomach moved with each frustrated breath and the way his shoulders pulled the absolute life out of the shirt’s seams.

You were lost in thought ogling him and didn’t notice that he’d turned his attention back to you. When you finally looked up at him, both feeling your faces heat up slightly and an awkward silence sat heavy between you.

You decided to break the silence first, clearing your throat again. “Pickles, you… you look great.”

Marcus stated to laugh, and you couldn’t help but join him.

“I know I look like a busted overstuffed sausage – “

“Oh, stop it!”, you hushed him, stepping towards him. “Okay, sure, it doesn’t fit quite the same, but nobody stays the same size their whole life.”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk and nodded. “Fine.”

*****

So far, all the equipment in his apartment complex’s gym were now Marcus’ sworn enemies. The last three hours had been filled with Marcus angrily sweating and using every curse and swearword under the sun. He was so focused on being angry that he forwent any self consciousness about his clothes not fitting.

After another failed attempt at trying to navigate the elliptical, he yelled “PISSING SHITTING FUCKING COCK SUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!!”  and stormed out of the gym. You quickly grabbed the things he left in his departure and followed him.

*****

“Fuck it! I’m not fucking doing this!”, he boomed, furiously ripping open his refrigerator and grabbing the carton of chocolate milk and chugged it.

You quietly tried to get him to water to hydrate, and contemplated asking why his swearing sounded so natural when you’d never heard him use anything harsher than ‘fiddlesticks’ prior to this. “Marcus… maybe some water would – “

He finished the chocolate milk then tossed the carton haphazardly into the sink, and his eyes aggressively looked you up and down. You closed your mouth and stood, light a deer in headlights, nervously fidgeting your hands as you felt heat bloom in your core and on your face.

“Don’t look at me like that! I know what you’re thinking!”, he barked at you, making you jump. “God dammit! You think I’m too fat and out of fucking shape to pass that physical! And you know what?”, he yelled, grabbing one of the giant pretzels he’d picked up yesterday from the kiosk in the mall. “You’re fucking right!”

He angrily bit into the pretzel and chewed, then huffed and ripped open the fridge again and grabbed a king-size can a beer. You watched, bewildered and bewitched, as he maneuvered between chomps and gulps of the pretzel and beer.

You’d never seen him this enraged and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Sure, you’d seen him get snide or lippy when he was frustrated, but you had no idea he could turn his temper up to eleven and he had such a vast array of foul words in his vocabulary – and find it so hot. You were staring at him, seeing that once he’d finished the pretzel, his hand went to his underbelly, pitching and kneading it slightly as he downed the rest of the beer. Your eyes were then pulled to his crotch in the almost too-small shorts and the noticeable bulge that had developed there.

Your lips parted and your brows tented. Marcus kept his eyes on your face, seeing the reaction you were having to his meltdown. It egged him on, knowing that you were getting something out of this. He’d longed for the chance to get to hold you beyond the occasional side hug or shoulder bump, wanting to touch you and make you feel as beautiful as he saw you. But he’d assumed you were completely fine being friends, given the way his weight had creeped up. He didn’t want to lose you by making a move and wrecking the chance to get the pieces of you that you allowed him to have access to. He’d stayed respectful, and courteous, and friendly, all while desperately wishing he was yours. But all that went out the window the moment he felt rage course through his veins and saw you look at him like that. He wanted you to be his.

He threw the empty beer can aside, hearing its tinny landing by the sink, and stalked towards you. Taken slightly aback at how aggressive his body language was, you stepped back and were stopped by the counter behind you. Marcus crowded you, standing over you, his belly moving against you with every ragged, angry breath.

“Marc – “

His name was cut off in your mouth as his collided with yours. He roughly grabbed your waist with one huge hand while the other held your face. He dominated the kiss, his tongue pushing for entrance again your lips, and you let him in, tasting the hoppy beer and salty yeast of the pretzel. As the passion built between you, the kiss deepened, becoming more fervent and urgent. His hands roamed, pulling you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair. There was no rhythm to this kiss; it was him exploring and dominating and you submitting to him and your desperate needs.

You finally parted, panting and breathless. He looked beautiful; his eyes were dark with blown pupils and his lips were reddened.  The hand that had held your waist moved down to the crux of your thighs and pressed against your Athleisure legging-clad core. Your mouth opened and a soft, breathy whine barely sounded out. The fury in his eyes had ebbed and morphed into an aggressive and possessive need, but he watched you, looking for any sign to stop. You gave nothing but green lights.

He leaned his face closer to yours, his nose nudging your cheek. You let out a small whimper and nodded, tilting your head, and he grazed his teeth along your cheek to your jaw, then bit down softly. With his mouth on you, he growled through his teeth, “Mine.”

He pulled back and turned your around, pushing your palms onto the counter, and he stood flush with his front to your back. As he grinded against you and bit and kissed your neck, he pushed your leggings down over your ass with one hand, the other pushed between your legs in the front.

“Oh fuck… you’re soaked, baby…”, he growled, biting the back of your neck. His middle finger ran along your seam, pulling a mewling whine from your mouth.

“You want me? Tell me you want me.”

When you didn’t answer beyond a frantic nod, he said your name in a low snarl and his grip on you tightened. “I asked you a question.”

“Mar-Marcus! Please!”, you cried out, feeling his finger circle then tap your throbbing nub repeatedly. You felt him smile against your neck, his other hand palming and squeezing your tit, and he started fucking into your wet heat with his pointer and index fingers.

“You’re so gorgeous… so funny… so smart… and you’re letting this fat guy finger you in his kitchen…”

His thumb caught your clit in the haste of his hand’s movement, and you let out a surprised yelp and your body jolted. The hand gripping your breast came up your sternum and secured itself around your throat gently, forcing you upright and flush against him.

“Juicy little snatch… just gripping my fingers, baby… you - you gonna cum for me, Dex baby?”

You whined and nodded. His hand moved up and he pushed two fingers into your mouth, exerting the power he had over you. He did it because he could, because you let him. You were both learning more about the other: he wanted to dominate, you wanted to be dominated.

You came as he pressed your tongue down, almost eliciting a gag from you. It felt filthy and raw and everything you’d hoped but never thought Marcus could be.

“There is it… Good girl… You’re mine… I’m gonna fuck that into you.”, he grunted and pulled both sets of fingers from your wet holes, shoving you down flush with the counter.

You’d barely finished cumming, let alone gotten through the aftershocks making your cunt flutter as he shoved his shorts down and lined up his cock with you and pushed in.

“Jesus fuck…”, you groaned. “You’re s’fucking big!”

“You like me big… say it. Say you like me being a fat desk jockey…”

“Yes… god yes…”

“Like seeing me eat, too, huh?... like watching me get fat?”

“Yes! Please… Marcus, please!”

You felt the beginnings of another orgasm as he pounded into you from behind and filled your mind with the images of him stuffing himself stupid on take out at work while you sat on his lap and helped feed him. It was a guilt-filled fantasy that you’d never allowed yourself to fully process and accept until this moment.

Marcus pulled out of you suddenly. Fearing you did something wrong, you made a frantic and breathless ‘huh?’ sound. He picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Wanna watch your pretty face while you cum, Dex.”

You couldn’t help but smile; Marcus was ever the romantic.

He tossed you on the bed and crawled up to you, pushing your legs apart. He took a moment to look at your pussy, smirking with a smug head shake, then locked eyes with you. He leaned forward, one hand landing beside your head and his other hand grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him, guiding his cock back into your desperate, wet cunt.

“Look at you… just gorgeous… “, he marveled with smug satisfaction as he pounded into you, watching your eyes close, brows furrow, and lips part to let out a soft pant.

His thumb came down on your clit, rubbing harsh, fast circles. “Come on, Dex… gimme one so I can watch… lemme see…”

“Marcus… I’m close…”

“I know, pretty girl… give it to me… come on… gimme one I can see…”

“Yes… right there! Right there!”

His thumb hit just the right angle and you fell apart as he pistoned you on his cock. Your hand reached up, gripping the arm above your head, and you arched your back in pure bliss.

“There it is… there you go… fuck, good girl… look at you… so god dammed pretty…”

The noises you made sounded alien coming from your mouth. You’d never heard this cacophony of whines, cries, mewls and moans come from your body before, and Marcus was revelling in it. He removed his thumb form your oversensitive nub, and he brought him body down onto your as he continued to thrust into you. His weight felt amazing; it was everything and ore than what you could have hoped, and you needed more of it on you. You hooked one leg on his hip, then brought the other one up, trying to lock your ankles. Marcus was too big, his love handled waist too wide and his thrusts now to frantic to get a good latch.

You raised your head and captured his mouth in a messy kiss, and he interlocked his fingers into yours. He panted into your mouth as you made eye contact; gone was the ferocious and angry man who’d fucked you in his kitchen and back was Marcus: sweet, funny, soft Marcus.

“Come on, Pickles.”, you whispered against his lips with a wry grin.

The surrendering groan that tumbled out of him matched perfectly with his out of rhythm thrusts.

“You gonna let me cum in you? Please?”, he panted, hips stuttering.

Nodding, you desperately whined, “Yeah… yes, please… please… c-cum in me!”

Marcus dropped his forehead onto yours. With a few more snaps of his hips with corresponding grunts, he let out a string of groans and panting breaths, then stilled in you.

You were both breathing hard, and his fingers flexed and relaxed repeatedly in yours as he came down from his high. Your mouth found his again briefly, then he pulled back and looked you in the eyes. His brows furrowed and his eyes softened further, as if the weight of what had just happened suddenly dawned on him and he was worried this was it for the two of you.

“Hey… hey hey hey…”, you soothed, hand coming up to cup his cheek, a soft smile on your face. “It’s okay… I’m okay.”

He nodded, still unsure, the blurted out, “I like you so much, Dex. I wanted this for so long…and I wanted it to be special, and – “

“It was special!”, you beamed with a smile, loving how adorably flustered he looked in contrast to before. “You hulked out and railed me in your kitchen!”

He stopped and looked at you, dumbfounded. Slowly, a smile peaked out on one side of his mouth. “You liked that.”, he huffed out in a laugh. “Dex, you kinky girl!”

You laughed and playfully slapped his arm. “Knock it off, Pickles!”

He pulled his softening cock from you and kissed you, both of you giggling.

Marcus pulled away and teased, “You liked getting railed by a fat guy… in the kitchen…”

“Yeah, I did!”, you challenged with a smile. “And I hope that fat guy does it again!”

His breath hitched and he swallowed, looking away for a moment. “So, you’re okay with…?”

He couldn’t finish saying what he wanted to. Years of poor self esteem and heart-breaking moments with other women wouldn’t let him, nor did that part of him want to hear your answer in case it was rejection. Your hand guided his face back to you.

“I wouldn’t have let you if I wasn’t.

His smile softened. “How about a date first?”

You couldn’t help the heat and shy smile that bloomed on your face, and he watched as you melted into his words.

*****

Marcus walked into the office the next Monday, carrying another two coffees from your favourite place. You were preoccupied with one of your coworkers but shit him a smile before returning your attention to the file before you.

He placed the coffees down, hung his coat and bag, then noticed the collection of tupperwear containers with a sticky note on them.

Getting takeout is fine, but this is a sampling of what I can do for you. Xoxo Dex.

He opened a few of the containers and in them were homemade versions of his absolute favourite take out meals. He brought one to his nose and inhaled, just as your coworker left the room. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle, patting and squeezing his belly.

Marcus deciding he wasn’t ever going to need to pass a physical again.

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[elexaria]

it was hard for simon to grieve when johnny died. price turned an eye when they got back to base and the first thing simon did was go and lay in johnny’s cot, curled up into a ball. they were close, they were best friends.

he feels a pang of guilt at johnny’s funeral, the sound of bagpipes overwhelming his already heightened senses. one of the mactavish sisters stops in her tracks and makes her way over to simon, who’s stood smoking by the floral donations. “i’m sorry for yer loss, ghost.” she whispers out to him, teary eyed and sniffly. he blinks down at her, albeit slightly confused. “pretty sure i’m the one supposed to be sayin’ that to you.” he replies with a dry writ, clearing his throat as he nods down at her. she lets out a quiet laugh, albeit a saddened one. it’s a brief interaction on an unfortunate occasion, but it lets simon come to realise something— johnny loved him.

simon’s not one for wakes, but he’s not one to pass up a good buffet. yet, for some reason, he finds himself awkwardly stood in the corner of the room, his weary eyes watching everyone converse. johnny’s mom, eileen, makes her way over to simon— and it’s crazy how much johnny looked like his mam, same smile, same deep blue eyes that simon became rather fond of.

“my john even got his beard from me,” eileen jokes, laughing her head off as she rubs her peach fuzz. it makes simon’s lips twitch, a chuckle rumbling in his throat. the chuckles dissipate, when ms mactavish reaches out to stroke simon’s cheek. simon riley’s not one for showing his face, but he wanted to do this for him. at first, simon has to fight against every muscle that wants to recoil out of her touch, to scuttle away further into the corner he finds himself stood in. but instead, his nostrils flare as he peers down at the little scottish lady that’s affectionately rubbing his cheek, and it’s almost as if johnny’s still there. “he loved ye, simon. i wish we could’ae met ye when our john was still around.”

simon can’t bear to watch as johnny’s room is packed up, he feels sick to the stomach. it makes everything worse, seeing him being physically scrubbed from base, from the only resemblance of a home simon’s ever had. laswell leaves a small box outside of his quarters, giving him a curt nod as she lets him pick it up and bring it into his room. it brings a smile to his face, just for a moment, as he cradles the cardboard box in his arms— a threadbare scottish flag johnny had pinned up on his wall, some of his old action figures he had kept from childhood, a few sketchbooks. and a note.

his stomach knots up at the sight of the letter, shakily placing it besides him as he flips through the sketchbooks first, the pads of his calloused fingers stroking fondly over every graphite smudge and ink blot on the pages. finding himself laughing hysterically over johnny’s drawing of price’s dick tickler moustache, and he nods in agreement that it should, indeed, be neutralized. the little scribbles of football scores, shitty and dirty limericks and even coffee cup rings on the pages just… it makes simon feel like he’s inside johnny’s mind, and it feels homely.

simon’s heart aches when he comes across the sketches of himself in johnny’s sketchbook, eyes welling up as he fights back the onslaught of tears that threaten to patter down onto the precious pages below. they were so beautiful. they made ghost, a husk of a man, look… alive. and he begins to breathe heavier, seeing small love hearts and silly cartoon drawings of johnny and simon doing stupid shit— like the time johnny and simon came up with a wager that if neither of them settled down come their mid-30s, they’d move to the countryside and get a dog or two.

why the fuck did you have to go and die for, johnny?

the sketchbook tour comes to its conclusion, the final sketchbook only half way through before, well, the artist passed. and so, the letter sits, almost as if there’s a spotlight casting down on it — screaming out to be read. it really gets on simon’s nerves how his hands will not stop shaking, but he pulls through and begins to open up the envelope that reads ‘for ghosty and ghosty only’, the underside of the envelope reading ‘i mean it!!’ with an angry face. it makes simon’s stoic expression crack into a grin, rolling his eyes as he continues to open it up.

the letter reads:

“well pal, if you’re reading this, it means i’m dead as fuuuck. oh well, it’s something we have to accept in our line of work, innit?

maybe i’ll get really lucky, you won’t have to read this letter and we can just laugh about it when we’re retired, living our best lives in the countryside with our wee dugs. cos you know you’ll never settle down, monsi, i’m the only bastard out there who can handle you!!!

but … on the odd chance i’m wrong (which is rarely the case cos i’m handsome and smart), it was great knowing you. you’re the bestest friend a mug like me could ask for, and i’m glad we found each other. gay, i know. whatever. i fucking love ya, pal. always and forever. dickface!!!

in another lifetime, maybe we can find each other again. although, don’t know if i can handle you being a brit again in this alternate universe haha. i don’t love you that much!!!

all my love,

yer johnny xx”

an emotional chuckle escapes from simon’s lips, tear stained cheeks flushing a light crimson colour as he sharply inhales, eyes shutting tightly as he holds the note to his chest. and for the first time, in a very long time, simon allows himself to cry. heaving his chest, snotty nosed as he really sobs it all out.

his entire life, he’s been beaten down, abused, witnessed family (both blood and found) being killed. but losing his best friend no, his soulmate, is the very thing that breaks his heart the most.

maybe, in another universe, johnny missed that bullet. and right now, in that universe, johnny and simon allow themselves a moment to breathe, comfortable in each other’s presence.

in another universe.

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OMG I NEED YOU TO WRITE THE NEIGHBOURS GHOSTSOAP FIC PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE PLEASE PL

(part 1)

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Ghost wakes up to the sound of someone knocking on his front door—to which he feels the need to frown at, because he hadn’t been expecting any visitors.

When he grumpily swings open the door to find John on the other side, his irritation subsides, just a little.

“Mornin’!” John greets, his grin far too bright for—Ghost lifts his wrist and squints down at his watch—nine in the morning. “Brought you something. Or, well. My Mam made them so I could bring you—“

Ghost raises a tired hand to wag his finger and point at the container in John’s hands, asking in lazy movements, “What is it?”

“Oh!” John blinks. He thrusts the container into Ghost’s unoccupied hand, and somehow his smile grows tenfold. “Tattie scones. Wasn’t sure what you might like, so. Went with something simple.”

Ghost squints at John a moment, before swallowing a yawn as he offers a mumbled thank you and pries open the lid. He holds it out to John, but he just shakes his head.

“I have my own. Just wanted to apologize for the noise.”

Ghost nods, stuffs a scone in his mouth, closes the lid. He then steps aside and gestures for John to enter the flat because he supposes it’s courtesy, and if he’s making tea for one he may as well offer for another.

John follows with a shrug.

“Tea?” Ghost asks. Then pauses, considering, before he scrunches his nose and signs instead, “Coffee?”

John barks a laugh, shaking his head again. “I won’t force you to make coffee if you hate it. Just water, if that’s okay?”

Ghost obliges, traversing his kitchen as John sits politely at the island. He feels eyes on his back all the while he fetches the water and puts on a kettle, but for once Ghost doesn’t feel unnerved by the sensation. In fact, dare he say he feels almost… comforted.

They sit in silence a while as the water boils and even a while after, nothing more than the shriek of the kettle to break it, and Ghost’s quiet compliments to John’s mother for the scones.

After a few tentative sips of tea and a refill for John, Ghost ventures to begin signing a question that had plagued him since meeting his neighbour.

He only mouthes the words as he signs, rediscovering that comfort in silent communication that he’d had to abandon in his retirement if only for not having anyone left to share it with.

“How did you…” Ghost pauses, wincing slightly as he questions, “…have you always been deaf?”

John’s smile has since dimmed considerably, though it’s no less friendly. He only uses sign for about half of what he says, and if Ghost could guess, it’s likely a clashing mix of habits.

“Not always,” John says. “I was in the military. Specialized in demolitions, got too close to an explosion, though my hearing was already shite by then. Had to retire early, but so is life, I guess.”

Ghost smiles weakly. “We’re not so different, then.”

John’s eyebrows knit together with curiosity, so Ghost takes the invitation to continue. Normally, he doesn’t think he’d ever be so open with a near complete stranger—but sharing that background, somehow it seems… easier.

He knows Price would be a right smug bastard about this if he knew.

“Also military. Retired from injury. Knee is fucked.”

John snorts. “I’m sure that’s one way of putting it.”

Ghost shrugs. They fall back into comfortable, companionable silence until John announces he should go, he does have work to attend to.

“What do you do?” Ghost can’t help but wonder.

“Boring office stuff from home,” John tells him. “Art commissions on the side, if I’m up to it. You?”

Ghost huffs. “Working on it,” he mutters. He doesn’t particularly care for John knowing about that.

The man seems to understand anyway, but says nothing of it. He just thanks Ghost again for the company, Ghost thanks him for the scones, and they bid each other a good rest of their day.

It’s weird—as Ghost hears John’s door shut across the hall, he finds he already misses his presence.

Maybe he should dig up some of his mum’s old recipes and return the favour. It’s definitely not an excuse, or anything like that, just… friendly neighbour activities.

Yeah. That’s all it is.