#it's starting to get spicyyy

[caulifleurr]

Left Behind for the Holidays Pt. 2

You're finally home again. While off-duty, you get to relax for a while. That might be difficult knowing you've towed the Lieutenant with you for the holidays.

Warning: Nsfw-ish at the end!

Masterlist here!

"Settle in, Lieutenant. I'll prepare the spare room for you." You say, turning the circuit breaker on then putting your bag down on the couch. You walk to the spare room, turning needed light switches on as you go. The space heaters hum into life, fighting off the chilly air. Your apartment is a two-bed one-bath unit, complete with a living space, small kitchen and dining area. Again, not fancy at all, just some fundamental pieces to furnish the place. It's simple, but cozy.

"Why's it... So clean?" Ghost asks, confused after running a finger on the nearest drawer and finding it mostly dustless.

"Oh, I get it cleaned every few months. Some dudes just come in and tidy the place up. I notified them that I'll be home today, so they cleaned up beforehand." You reply from the spare room.

"You don't get robbed?" He asks from the living room, his question a bit too real. Classic Ghost behavior, frank as always.

"I don't have much valuables, and besides, the cleaning company does their job well. They don't pry and they're run by a retired military man. That's exactly why they're perfect for the job of keeping the homes of soldiers in active duty spick and span." You reply, feeling proud of your foresight. You finish putting out a fresh blanket, two pillows, and a towel for the lieutenant, then stand in the doorway.

"Clever girl." He says lowly, when you reappear. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you clear your throat.

"All yours, Sir." You say, gesturing to the room. He walks to the spare room, stopping in front of you.

"Appreciate it, Sprout. By the way, we're off duty, Ghost is fine." He says with crinkled eyes, before walking in and closing the door behind him. You feel the blood rushing up to your face, and feel grateful that he's not there to see it.

"I'll go get some groceries. Key's on the counter if you wanna step out." You say to his closed door, and you hear footsteps getting closer. He opens the door slightly, and leans on it. He has shed his jacket but holding it, only having his thermal dark grey long-sleeved shirt underneath. It clings to his body, highlighting the muscles along his form.

"Don't want me to come with?" He asks, raising a brow.

"You're probably tired from driving, just relax and freshen up if you want." You reply, looking up at him, to avoid staring at his biceps.

"I'm a hardened soldier, Sprout. I can handle a five-hour drive and grocery shopping on the same day." Ghost chuckles as he puts his jacket back on, his tone playful.

"Alright, then. There's a store just two blocks from here. Maybe we could also get some food on the way back, because I'm not cooking tonight, I'm beat." You say, checking your pockets for your wallet. His eyes silently follow your hands, patting along your jeans, on your behind. You start for the door, but turn abruptly.

"Almost forgot." You say sheepishly, plugging the fridge on. You grab the door key on the counter on the way out, with the man you brought closely following. You lock the door after him and you both go out into the snowy evening.

"Hmm, what else." You think out loud, scanning the shelves in the store. Ghost stands nearby, silent like some bodyguard. You spot a box of pasta on the top shelf and reach out for it, only to be interrupted by him reaching it first and dropping it onto your basket. The action makes you feel his body heat, as he gets so close to you for a second. You just stare blankly at the pasta box in your basket, not wanting to betray anything with your face.

"Is that enough? Shouldn't it feed two?" He pipes up, and you realize he's right. You've only ever shopped for one, and your habits took over. He sees the realization hit your face, so he just chuckles and offers to get more of what's in your basket. He comes back with another basket of identical items and some of his own.

God, I'm so lucky, I get to be domestic with him for a bit.

Pretty soon after, you finish picking out the things you need. You offer some bills to the cashier, but he adds his own money to contribute. You whip your head up at him, ready to decline his generosity.

"No, no. I'm consuming this too, might as well chip in." He says with finality, before you can even open your mouth. He takes your extra bill from the cashier and hands it back to you. Your fingertips brush his for a millisecond, and you feel him tense up again like earlier. You blink, pretending you didn't notice.

You stop by at a small diner to get some food to go, just some hot sandwiches, as per his request. He's carrying paper bags full of groceries in both of his arms, while you hold on to a plastic bag with your dinner in it. Light snowfall dusts both of you, like powdered sugar on fresh beignets.

You both get back to the apartment complex, and you turn your key in your door after shaking off the snow that hadn't melted already on your clothes. Ghost walks in to place the groceries on the kitchen counter, and yawns. You take your scarf off and hang it behind your door.

"Go eat without me, I need a hot shower first." He says, taking his jacket off and going in the spare room to retrieve his toiletries and the towel you lent him. He walks off to the bathroom, and you hear water running.

Fuck, I can't believe he's showering in my bathroom.

You sit at the dining table, take a sandwich out of the bag, and munch on it. Thoughts race in your head, so it took you quite longer than expected in finishing your meal. You tidy up, stocking your fridge and cupboards with the groceries you got. The fresh produce you left on the sink to wash in the morning.

After a while, you hear the bathroom door click open and hear footsteps going into the spare room.

"Water pressure okay?" You ask, still busy at the sink. You hear a muffled "yeah" and you hum in reply. You finish up just as you hear his door click again, and you slowly move your eyes up to acknowledge him.

"Sandwich's on the table. I'm gonna go for a shower too-"

Your foot gets caught on a rut on the hardwood floor, stumbling a bit. You didn't fall face-flat though, as a strong hand clasps around your arm, steadying you.

"Easy." Ghost says, his voice soft. He lets go after you've regained your balance.

"Shit, I'm sorry."

"Don't mention it." He says, and you look up at him.

Holy shit.

His blonde hair is damp, he's wearing a white t-shirt and black sweatpants. You notice his sleeve tattoo, covering his entire left forearm. His hands are bare, the first time you've seen them, and his slender fingers look really elegant in the dim kitchen light. Of course, his black face mask is still there. You smell his shampoo, and you feel like you could get lost in the scent.

"What?" He asks, ripping you away from dreamland. You gulp and look away quickly, but your face has started to betray you.

"Like what you see, Sprout?" He adds, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Didn't mean to stare, Sir. I just... I've never seen you like this." You reply in a small voice.

"Again, we're off duty, Ghost is fine. Might as well relax a bit, as you've invited me to spend the holidays with you." He says, crossing his arms over his chest and putting his weight on one foot.

Your face feels hot and you back away slightly, embarrassed. Ghost chuckles, his brown eyes glinting. You clear your throat and stand straight. You mutter a "thanks" and shuffle off to get a towel and your toiletries for a shower. You quickly get your towel and the shower stuff from your bag, as he sits at the dining table, back facing you, eating his sandwich.

You get in the shower and sigh, a bit relieved. That relief quickly turns into the cold realization of being where Ghost has showered only a few minutes ago.

The glass enclosing the shower and tub is still fogged up from the steam. You look at the bottles on the caddy, still beading with water. You sigh and place your own toiletries right next to them, slinging the towel on the rack right after. You undress and carefully put your clothes in the laundry basket, thankful that it has a lid.

Everything still smells like his shampoo.

You sigh again, turning the shower on and letting the warm water hit your face.

Fuck, that feels good.

You open one eye, slowly forming a thought. Said thought catches you off-guard, and you feel blood rushing up to your face. Swallowing hard, you slowly reach down between your legs, only to find you're quite soaked, but not due to the shower. You're feeling aroused, being enveloped in Ghost's scent.

[luckycharms1701]

Just read Mikey’s mating season, would write one for Raphael?

of course i will, anything for our boy in red! i will say that bay raph in particular is hard for me to write, so i hope this is decent

again, it's a lil spicyyy 🌶️ reader beware!

The first time it's brought up, Raph absolutely refuses to allow you to spend his season with him. Won't even have the conversation. Not even Mikey can convince him to just talk to you. It takes a literal act of God to force him into it- stranded in your apartment together while a late snowstorm rages, just as his season is starting.

Raph is naturally afraid that he will hurt you. But what he doesn't tell you is that he is afraid of the vulnerability. Raph's season is a highly emotional time for this passionate guy. He knows that he'll be more open- generally the first sign that his season is starting is when he admits something to one of his brothers that he doesn't actually want them to know. So forced into close quarters with you, alone- he's afraid of what he'll say, afraid that the depths of his feelings will drive you off.

He is shocked that when the time comes, his anger doesn't overwhelm him the way it normally does. Instead, it is his love for you that takes over. He finds himself feeling incredibly affectionate. He even chirps for you. (Once it's over he's mortified and you have to swear that you'll never tell anyone ever). The sadness he associates with this time? Again, all gone, because you're here.

The cuddling is real and it is. Frequent. Raph doesn't like to let you go and will often carry you around if you need to move from the bed. But good luck getting him to agree to let you leave the bed. He likes you there and he does not want you to leave. Surely he can go get whatever you need? You belong in his arms, as far as he is concerned.

So, Raph. Once you get him on board, he has rules. These are non-negotiable, because not following them could possibly result in him hurting you and that Will Not Happen. The biggest rule is that you cannot tease him. Teasing riles him up like nothing else and if he loses control and hurts you... no. It Won't Happen. He'll lock himself in a different room and take care of himself before he'll let you break one of his rules.

However, that doesn't mean that it's not a good time for both of you. It's hard at first, because Raph is so afraid to let go, but once he does? Once all that passion is set free and focused on you? It is absolutely some of the most intense lovemaking you've ever experienced in your life. And that's what it is- lovemaking.

All of Raph's affection and tender feelings take over, and he is intense but so gentle at the same time. When it's not mating season, he can be rough sometimes, although never more than you can handle. Not so during mating season. Even when he's pounding into you, driving you wild as you writhe under him, he doesn't hurt you. The only bruises you come out with are in the shape of his hands on your hips.

He is surprisingly quiet when he fucks you. Everything in him is so focused on you that he barely notices his own pleasure. He does chirp a lot, and when it happens the churring practically vibrates the whole bed. He prefers to draw sounds out of you instead. There is a certain dark chuckle he gives that warns you that you are about to get loud. He loves to quiet down so he can catch the nearly silent gasp that comes out of you when his fingers hit that spot deep in you.

He becomes an anxious mother hen when it's over. He hovers. It's a little maddening but he needs you to indulge. He needs to be able to make sure that you're okay, that he didn't hurt you. He is of course worried for no reason, you're fine. But he's still a little cuddly, so you enjoy indulging him.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[sttm99]

Omg could you write abt the reader being old ‘friends’ with bakugo before he joined the lov and one day the reader goes home to find him drunk in her apartment waiting for her saying how much he missed her or whatever and it gets spicyyy

tyy ❤️❤️

TW...? Swearing, Sex (Oral, Unprotected), Alcohol Consumption.

He looks horrible.

His hair is rough and stained dark with dirt, clothes tattered, and you can see a bruise peeking out between the hole in his jeans.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Your voice comes out shaky and uneven as you stand before him, practically looming over him as he sat on your couch.

Bakugo doesn't look at you, instead staring down at his hands, holding the bottle of vodka he'd almost completely emptied. "I... I-"

"You what?!" You harshly spit out, fists clenched by your side.

It takes everything in you to not start raining insults and curses down at him. You can only stare in utter disappointment at how he'd turned out.

All the opportunities he'd had at UA, all his accolades and dreams, gone down the drain once he'd left. And he had the guts to end up looking so desolate?!

It makes you mad how pitiful it all was. Bakugo, the Bakugo that you'd always admired and looked up to, ending up this way - dirty and drunk on your couch after running around with the LOV for 5 years.

"Look at you!" You yell out, snatching the bottle of alcohol from his hands and slamming it down on your coffee table. "You look disgusting! Look at your hair, your clothes - when was the last time you even showered? Are you homeless - you look-"

"This morning."

"What?" You pause your ranting, blinking down at him and still raging.

He sniffs, raising a hand to scratch at his chin. "The- I showered this morning.... I promise." His voice is hoarse, his words slightly drawn out.

You let out a sigh, crouching so you were at eye level with him. "What are you doing here, Bakugo?" You ask softly, lips stretched downwards in a frown.

"I- I just..." he begins, uncharacteristically stuttering and slurring as he speaks. "I didn't know where else to go."

You glance at the vodka on your table, then back at Bakugo. "You're not a drinker." You simply say before standing and making your way to the adjacent couch. "What are you doing here, Katsuki?"

He perks up, lazy eyes instantly locking on to your own. "I- I haven't been called that in so long."

You frown, arms crossed as you sat down. "You look like shit, you know that?"

"I kno-"

"You've been gone for 5 years." His expression falls again. "It's not even like you were failing at school- you weren't! You were actually a top student- you had everything lined up for you, Katsuki! Everything! And you left, and this is all you have to show?!"

"I'm sorry."

"You left us all, disappointed everyone; your parents, your teachers, your classmates, me! And you didn't care! You threw us all away without a thought- not one back then and not any in all the years you've been gone-"

"But I did think about you." He cuts you off quickly, sad eyes boring into your angry, teary ones. "Every day, YN. If nothing else, I thought about you...."

You pause, glaring at him as he kept speaking.

"Liar." You whisper.

"'m not... I promise." He replies.

It hurts even more knowing he thought about you and never bothered to come back.

"That's why I'm here," he continues, standing from the couch and shakily making his way to where you were sat. "I- I missed you, YN... I wanted to see you and-"

"And show me what you turned out to be?" You hiss at him. "Why would you come back to me like this?" You sharply stand, looking up at him with so much hurt and anger. "You're drunk, and you're so roughed up and- Katsuki, you're a mess."

"I know- I know." He swiftly grabs your hands, holding them together tightly in his own. "That's why I came to you. I need you to fix me."

"Fix you? Are you hearing yourself?"

"Please...I don't want this anymore. I- I'm tired, please. I'm just... I don't know what else to do, who else to go to, you're the only one I can think about." He speaks with more vigour than you'd seen all evening, his grip getting tighter as he leaned closer to you.

"I can't-" You begjn, trying to force the words out your tightening throat. "I can't help you, Katsuki." You force through, words loud and trying so hard not to let the tears fall. "You're too far gone. What am I to do with you?"

"Too far gone?!" The suddeness of his yell has you flinching away, which in turn makes him tighten his grip, holds you in place so you can't move too far away. "It's still me, you know? It's always still been me. I'm still here-"

"Doesn't that make it worse? That it's just you- and you're just a monster."

Your words cut deep, silence running in its wake for a few moments before he's leaning closer, so close you can see the lines of his lips, his pores, his eyes so clear.

"Do I look like a monster to you?" He asks softly.

"Yes."

No.

It's not true. He looks like 6 years ago, when you were both back in school, and he was the unfairly strong, brooding kid who sat right behind you in class. And knocked on your room door every night at 5 pm so you could study together. And who quite nearly beat you up every time you doubted yourself, felt like you didn't belong, who forced you to feel like you were in the right place.

He looks like a years ago, the same boy who'd have found you and beat the crap out of you if you ever defected, who you know would take you back in if you ever decided to come back.

"Please... you're the only person I want to help me," Katsuki whispers to you, so different from his old brazen self, and you don't know if it's the alcohol or the time that's made him so. "If not you... there's nowhere else I can go."

And you can't help but cry, tears streaming down your face as you pull your hand away and wrap your arm around his shoulder, your head on his chest, holding him and crying.

"Why did you leave me?" You sob softly into him, body relaxing into his hold as both his hands let go of yours to hold on to your hips, keeping your body pressed against his. "Why wasn't I enough to make you stay?"

He breathed out, arms wrapping tightly around your body. "You're enough to bring me back." He whispers into your hair, "You're enough to keep me going, to make me believe it doesn't have to end like this... you're enough- for me."

You sniff softly, and he leans raises a palm to your cheek, cradling your face softly. "I've missed you," he whispers, "So much... please believe me. I've missed you."

He begins pressing his lips to your hair, then he's on your forehead, both hands now on your cheeks. You're still sniffling when his lips come down to your nose, and you're still sniffling when he pulls away to stare at you.

It's a quick, intense look before he's crushing his lips against yours, his fingers digging into your cheekbones, his mouth hungry and desperate as he devours yours.

It's been years since he's kissed anyone... and never with such need. He holds your face close to his, like he's scared you'll disappear once he let's go, and he refuses to come up for air, refuses to let his lips leave yours for too long.

And you're not much better, your hands tightly fisted into his thick, ugly shirt, keeping him close to you. You've stopped sobbing, not like you could when he swallowed every sound so greedily.

You spend what feels like hours just kissing, like it's an art form, some sort of nourishment for you two.

But then he's pushing you towards the couch, and you're quick to start undoing the buttons of your shirt. You're still clothed when the back of your knees hit the couch, and Bakugo's impatience has his mouth coming down on your neck, his hands snatching at your shirt and ripping.

But you don't care enough to reprimand him, not when you're releasing soft moans and sighs as his hand engulfs your left breast, kneading and squeezing. His technique is crude, but his desperation turns you on.

He's messy and hungry as his hands touch you all over, your waist, your back, your ass after you both manage to get your bottoms off.

He hastily pulls his shirt over his head and throws it carelessly the moment you tug on it, and then his lips are around your nipples, sucking on them and twirling them around with his tongue.

"Katsuki..." You whisper into the air, back arching and fingers in his hair as he kisses down your sternum. "I've- I've missed you so much."

"Me too," he's standing up, and you're still lying on the couch, resting on the back as he pulls your knees up, "So much." You feel his breath against your clothed cunt, hot.

"Don't leave me again," You whisper, and he's slowly pulling your panties to the side.

"I won't," he tells you as his tongue slides along your folds.

He makes you cum once on his tongue, and then twice more; when he fucks you on your carpet, and then when you ride him on the couch.

He's not so sweet with it, his hands harsh on you and his lips desperately marking his presence unto your skin. But you love it that way, you love how you can feel him so deep, how his eyes watch every inch of you.

You love it when he cums and fills you, when he's moaning your name, every nickname he's ever called you in the past, telling you how much you consumed his mind.

There's no way he's leaving again, and there's no way you're letting him.

[burntb4bydoll]

Pookie boo my love ~ that last Bill smut was spicyyy I loved it ♡ Do you think you could write something opposite to it? By this I mean, Bill and the reader, both being switches ofc, fighting for dominance. There’s just that hunger for one another and they each want to do anything they please with the other <<33

Mwahmwah have a great day bby ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Hiii cutie pieee😇 ofc I cam write this🤭🤭

Switch!Bill Kaulitz x Switch!femreader

Warnings: choking, hair pulling, a little degradation, praising, both lf you are being brats, Bill is a mocking asshole but its hot so its fine

Bill was towering over you while you sat on the bed, standing between you legs. Both of you have been trying to dom one another all day, but neither of you were submitting. The frustration of neither one of you being giving in had finally set in, making both of you extremely frustrated and a little pissed off. Bills hand reached up to roughly cup your cheek, tilting your face to look directly into his eyes,

“Just give up already. You know you wanna be a good girl for me…just stop being a brat.” You scoffed, yanking your face away from his hand.

“You wish. Why are you trying so hard to take control? I think you just wanna get me all worked up so that Ill punish you. I know you like when I do that.” You cooed, making an attempt to wipe away the smug look on his face. But to your disappointment, he only smirked harder.

“Such a mean girl, huh? Its ok, baby. You just need me to fuck the brat outta you, then you’ll be my good girl again.” He pushed your body to lay back on the bed and he starts to undress you.

“Ok, Ill let you play your little game. Id like to see you try. But just warning you, I’m not gonna be nice with your punishment after this.” Bill rolls his eyes and get himself undressed after he was finished taking your clothes off. He climbs on top of you and runs his slender fingers up your cunt.

“So wet. You like when I put you in your place? Does that turn you on, sweetheart?” You let out a sarcastic laugh,

“You know what does turn me on? When you try to be so tough and dominant, it makes it so much more fun to break you, baby.” Your hand comes up to give his hair a harsh tug, pulling his head down so that he was only an inch away from your face, “this is your final chance to give up. If you keep going, I’m gonna make you regret it.” He laughed, moving to line himself up at your entrance.

“Aww, so cute. Just shut up and take my dick like a good slut.” Without warning, he slams his hips into you. You groan and give his hair another tug. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, he immediately starts thrusting into you at a fast pace. Once he gets into a good rhythm, his hand travels up your body and squeezes the sides of your throat. “Im gonna make sure that fucking attitude is gone by the time I’m done with you. You’re such a difficult little brat today. That ok, I’m gonna fix that real quick.”

Your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper into you. He moans and squeezes your throat a little harder. “You’re so cute, sweet boy. It’s funny that you think you’re gonna be able to keep this up.” Your hands cradled his face, pulling him closer to kiss the corner of his lips. He shook his head a little and gave you a harsh thrust, causing your back to arch off the bed. He smirks and keep hitting the same spot in you that makes you see stars.

“I can feel you getting close. Your pussys squeezing me so tight. Just let go for me, baby. Just cum all over me like the obedient slut I know you can be.” He huffed, his own orgasm approaching quickly.

“Yeah? I can feel you twitching inside me, you gonna cum too? Be a good boy and cum inside me.” He whines a little and it turns into a growl as he finishes deep inside of you. The warm feeling makes you cum too, clutching onto his arms to try to steady your shaking body. Both of you were tired and sweaty, desperately trying to comfort each other after the rough session. Your hands caressed his hair gently and his smoothed over your sides to bring you back down to earth. This went on until you were too tired to continue, falling asleep while holding each other.

[incideous]

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ CRIMINAL • simon “ghost” riley & johnny “soap” mactavish

♡ pairing: simon riley x fem!reader x johnny mactavish

♡ word count: 5.5k (stayed up til 4am just to finish it, as the horny hours have TRANSCENDED!!!)

♡ bunny’s note:: I was supposed to release this on my birthday (which was yesterday) but I wasn’t feeling right so guess what, you getting it today. and this shit is SPICYYY!

♡ content contains: throat fucking, rough sex, slight spanking, sexual degradation, dom!simon, dom!johnny, sub!reader, face riding, slapping, talk about murder, double penetrating (2 dicks, 1 hole), nipple play, cumplay, creampie, hair pulling, orgasm denial, extreme dirty talk

You woke up to the sound of glass shattering, a loud ringing sound before there was utter silence. It took you a few seconds to realize what was going on. Have you been dreaming? No, you were for sure not, you knew you had heard glass shatter in the other room somewhere.

It couldn’t be anything but an intruder since you were home alone. a cold sweat came across your body, your nerves beginning to build, driving you absolutely wild.

You were getting scared now, nothing but silence in the house. Not one sound of movement, breathing, nothing. you looked at the clock next to your bed, 3:49 am. You felt every bone in your body freeze. You wanted to get up, you really did but something in you just couldn’t. if there was really an intruder, you’d be fucked.

Then, just as your fingers began to lift up your blanket, you heard it. Footsteps.

Someone was in your home. Your eyes widened as you peered at your closed bathroom door. Whoever it was, they surely were just trying to rob you, right? They could take whatever they wanted as long as it wasn’t your life.

You stared at the bedroom door, a single drop of sweat sliding down your forehead onto your blanket. You weren’t hot, no. Just extremely nervous. in fact, if anything, you were freezing. your blood was running cold, a shiver running down your spine as you listened to the footsteps. They moved slow, steady and sly, like a snake.

Your hearts basically pounding into your chest at this point. Letting out a shaky breath, you didn’t even realize that your fingers were trembling against the covers.

Please don’t come this way, please…

You were never that religious but you suddenly found yourself bowing your head, praying for forgiveness for whatever you had done for this to be your fate. Suddenly, everything was silent.

You were still mumbling your prayer, “Please father forgive me for whatever my wrongdoings may have been. I-”

You lifted your head as you heard a sudden stomp of footsteps directly outside your bedroom door. You saw a shadow underneath the door frame, two feet. No. Four.

There was not just one intruder in your home. There were two. You cursed yourself for not turning off the hall light, you’d rather not see them as they made the situation worse.

You hadn’t even noticed that you began to cry, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you bit the inside of them, tasting the rusty flavor of blood. Your teeth chattered in nervousness, biting down hard on your bottom lip as you heard the door knob begin to twist.

You shook in fear when the door opened, two men walking into the room. They both had masks on from what you could see, horrifying you. They were dressed in all black, feet shuffling across the wood floor.

Your lip started to bleed from how hard you were biting down on it, your body cold and shaking. You could feel the intruders cold hard stares on you, one beginning to move towards you.

“And so there you are, little miss L/N- I really would have come sooner but it isn’t that easy finding someone as important as your address.” An incredibly deep voice spoke. You trembled a bit more. Who in the actual fuck could this be? and how the hell did he know your name?

“You know-” the deep voice paused, his tongue clicking as he seemed to be in deep thought. “I searched everywhere for you. When I couldn’t find you anywhere I figured I’d have to do with breaking into your base, finding your address for myself once and for all and now here we are.”

His voice seemed anything but joyful. He seemed cold. You were shaking just thinking about what they were going to do to you. More specifically, him.

“You see, I’ve been watching you Y/N,” he even knows your first name? “I must say, i’m not amused with how poorly you speak on my name.” He continued to speak and now, your thoughts were running wild. Who could this possibly be? Who is this person inside of your home and what does he mean? Your mind clicks to your ex-boyfriend, Phillip Graves, he must’ve set you up and this must all be a joke.

“are you catching on yet?” The intruder asked you, the one next to him cocking his head to the side to stare at you.

You shook your head anxiously.

“Speak.”

Then, it flooded out of you.

“N-no, I don't know what you’re talking about, in fact, I don’t even know who you are. Just please don’t hurt me, please.” You practically begged at this point, the first male letting out a deep chuckle.

What he said next has your blood running cold.

“Does the name “Ghost” ring a bell?” He asked, though it wasn’t actually a question, more like telling you because of course you knew who Ghost was. It’s Simon Riley. One of most notorious criminals in the city, for fucks sakes he’s part of the infamous TF-141. He wasn’t one to play with at all.

“Ah, so it does.” he chuckles deeply, “Soap, why don’t you turn on the lights, I think Miss Y/N has some explaining to do.”

The second male moved to the light switch, flicking it on as quickly as he could. The room instantly lit up, you’re shaking and now, they could tell your exact reaction to their presence.

“You see Y/N, you haven’t said any nice things about me. You’re not a very nice girl.” Ghost spoke out, face still hidden under a mask.

You’re still quaking, that was until he said something that made you pissed beyond belief.

“You know I’m going to kill you tonight, right? ‘M gonna enjoy watching you beg for your life, on your knees, tears running down your pretty little face. You know, has your daddy ever taught you to not talk bad about those who you don’t know?” He huskily voiced out, laughing towards the end.

“Fuck you.” You snarled now angry tears streaming down your cheek.

“Ah, so she finally appears. Hello Y/N, I’ve been expecting you.” He teases, voice loud and practically shakes the room.

It was like a certain switch inside you was turned and now, you were furious. Who the hell does he think he is, storming into your house with some friend, threatening you.

“What the hell do you want, Ghost? You’re gonna kill me? All because i’m putting your bad behavior out to the world, showing them what you really are?” You were shaking in anger, pausing to collect your breath. “What are we, in kindergarten? You’re getting offended and hurt over the truth? The truth that you’re an evil bastard who scandals to make a living? You know what, fuck you…”

You didn’t know what he said that pissed you off so much but it did and now he was pissed.

“You got quite the mouth on you, princess. no one’s ever taught you how to use it, I suppose.” The other male spoke, his voice was somewhat as deep as Simon’s, it was a little softer.

Ghost agreed with him, “Sure seems like it.”

You rolled your eyes, the tears now dead and gone. “So what’re you waiting for Simon? Go on, shoot me. Kill me.” You challenged him, a dark scowl forming on his face behind the mask.

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe.”

You looked him in the eyes, his eyes a dark brown color. You guys go way back and he’s always been a criminal, a scandalous villain.

You see, you’re a news reporter and one of your biggest stories almost every week is now how Simon Riley has just managed to pull off a $5 million dollar heist. He has even killed people you’re sure. Of course, he was “proven” innocent but you knew he had paid someone off to get him off the hook. Hell, he was threatening you now.

“Let’s think back to your most recent report about me, shall we?” Ghost smiles behind his mask, tapping his finger on his temple as if he’s in deep thought. “Ah!” He dramatically smirks.

You shook your head knowing exactly what he’s talking about. Your most recent report about him was bad, not the worse but still bad.

“Notorious criminal known as Ghost was seen strolling into a luxury boutique on 6th Avenue yesterday evening. Ghost, if you’re watching, what’s next? What evil plan do you have up your sleeve now? If you’re done being a real piece of work, our city would like a piece of peace. We ask that you only begin to respect others in your-” Simon paused, taking a moment to think. “What was it you said? Oh, careless, heartless soul. You’re not welcome in this city, Ghost.”

“I was watching Y/N. You didn’t think that I’d watch my favorite news reporter did you?” He taunted you. You didn’t know why you felt yourself soften a bit at his words even when he was literally mocking you.

“You’re not very nice, baby.”

“Oh because you’re such an angel, right?” You mocked him, a dark glint reappearing in both his and his accomplice’s eyes.

You felt your breath hitch as he removed his mask, his overly attractive face coming into view. You’d never met him in person and you were sick to say that he was easily the most attractive man you’ve ever come across. His eyes were like chocolates, lips pink and naturally in a line, and his skin glowed under the light. He looked… tasty.

You cursed yourself for thinking what you were but you couldn’t help it. The fact that you hadn’t been touched by a man in months didn’t help either.

The other man followed Ghost’s lead, removing his mask almost directly after. You felt yourself throb at his facial features. He was breathtaking . His skin was a little darker than Ghost’s, plumper lips also a nice shade of pink. They both looked fucking amazing.

You hadn’t known you were so deeply wrapped up in staring at them until Simon cleared his throat, a cocky smirk played out on his lips. “you're staring baby, like what you see, huh?”

You almost couldn’t speak, wrapped up in their extremely good looks. Why was it always the worst guys who had to look the best?

“I’m no rocket scientist but if I was I’d say that you’re definitely giving Johnny here something similar to the sort.” Simon spoke, a deep laugh leaving his lips. You didn’t catch on until you looked at “Johnny.”

There was a huge bulge in his tight blue jeans and you were sure you couldn’t have been the cause of it. At the same time, it made your thoughts run wild. Has he possibly gotten turned on by you?

A small smirk crept up on Soap’s face as he peered down at you. “And I’m no woman expert but isn’t a hard nipple a sign of being horny?” Simon cockily turns his head to you, a smirk evident on his beautiful features.

You hated what you were thinking. You couldn’t stand that you wanted both of them to just destroy you in this exact moment. It absolutely made you sick that you wanted them both.

“I’m cold.” You blunted replied, covering your chest by pulling the thin blanket over. You cursed yourself for only wearing panties to sleep. You had done this since you moved out of your parents house, Graves always telling you that one day you’d regret it if you woke up and there was a sudden incident where you’d have to run outside in the spur of the moment. Now it wasn’t one of those times.

You didn’t want to get up and leave. You wanted to get up and kiss the two men right in front of you. Wanted to do the unspeakable.

Ghost laughed, looking at your alarm clock which had the temperature displayed. “It’s 80º F. There’s no way you’re cold.”

You shook your head. How could you possibly admit to your worst enemy that you wanted him and his partner to fuck you until you see stars? You just couldn’t, right?

“Admit it.” Simon spoke, his deep voice rough and filled with want, “you’re horny.”

You rolled your eyes, “am not.”

Though you were, you just didn’t want to give him the opportunity to say that he got you all hot and bothered for him.

“Don’t lie, lying doesn’t look good on such a pretty girl like you.” Johnny spoke from the right side of you, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“I bet you’re so soaked right now-” a dark smirk on Ghost’s face. “If you’ve gotten so flustered over just our faces, what’re you going to do when you see the real star of the show?” He looked down at his crotch. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

Something was telling you to just tell them to leave, to try and run but you just just couldn’t.

You slowly stood, the thin blanket that was wrapped around you to hide your breasts fell to the bed, both Simon and Johnny’s eyes on your beautiful figure.

You didn’t know why you were doing this, something inside you just clicked and now, here you are. You placed your dainty hand on Simon’s cheek feeling his incredibly soft skin. You felt him tense up under your touch as he was in a zone for a second. That was until you placed your lips on his, tasting vanilla.

It took him a second to catch on, his lips beginning to move against yours. Though, neither of you were going slow. It was like you pressed your lips against his, it took him as second to realize what was going on and boom, his tongue was dancing against yours and your teeth were nipping his bottom lip.

His big hands roamed down your silk skin until he reached your ass, which he firmly gripped on, his nails clawing at the sensitive skin. You whimpered into his mouth sending him into a whole new attitude.

He came here for a reason. He wouldn’t tell you yet but he was thinking this was much better than any reason he could think of.

Your pussy throbbed as you felt his hardening cock straining against his jeans, pressed against your stomach.

He was fighting back a groan as you slipped your free hand underneath his jacket, feeling up his hard abdomen. It felt like a brick, god you hadn’t known he was this fit.

He pulled away from the kiss with a hearse bite to your bottom lip, a small whimper leaving your kiss swollen lips. His lips were a dark red from the kiss, eyes still a glowing brown color.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Ghost mumbles to you, his hands still gripping onto your ass. You nod rather quickly, never trusting yourself more than now. You didn’t care about the outcome, you just needed him and Soap, obviously.

A sinister smirk makes its way onto his delicious lips, his big hand delivering a harsh smack to your ass. Johnny watches as it jiggles, his mouth watering. He couldn’t wait to devour you.

“You made a big mistake fucking with me, babydoll, know I guess you’ll have to deal with the consequences. Get on your knees.” Simon whispers into your ear, slapping your almost redend ass once more before you obey, dropping to your knees at his command.

He takes off his jacket and shirt finally revealing his extremely fit body. You’d get to take off your panties but you could feel the wetness of your arousal leaking onto your thighs as you prepped yourself onto your knees.

You reach up to unbuckle Simon’s pants which he lightly slaps your hands away. “Hands behind your back.”

You were melting in excitement, biting down hard on your bottom lip as he undid his belt buckle, dropping down his jeans. Your heart dropped to your stomach when your eyes landed on his bulge. You could tell just from behind the cloth of his boxers, he was huge.

Simon chuckles as you stared at his bulge, his dick twitching in anticipation. Your eyes widened as he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out. He was hard, precum leaking from his swollen tip. Your mouth watered. God you just wanted to taste him.

“Look at you,” he spoke, his husky voice sending chills down your spine, “on your knees for someone you claim to hate more than anything. You don’t look like you hate me, baby girl.”

You couldn’t even talk back. You didn’t want to. You just wanted him.

“You wanna suck my cock, don’t you?” He teased, your cheeks hit as you felt his hot stare.

Soap was on your bed, palming against himself through his boxers. He discarded his pants long ago, waiting for Ghost’s orders. He knew better than to touch you without permission.

You nodded slowly, hips wiggling in eager excitement.

“Beg for it.” He whispered, pursing his lips as he stroked his cock, mere inches away from your face.

You pouted slowly, knowing he wasn’t gonna give in unless you obeyed.

“Please, Simon, please.” you practically begged, your voice coming just above a whisper.

“Please, what?”

“Please let me suck your cock” you whined softly, your lips pouty once again.

Simon nodded, stepping forward just a bit so his cock was pressing against your lips. You opened your mouth slightly, his dick coming between your lips to rest on your flattened tongue. “I think you know what to do.” He murmured, his hands resting behind his neck as he peered down at you.

You greedily took in his cock, lips wrapping around the thickness. He was easily the biggest you’ve ever seen. His cock hits the back of your throat rather quickly, a small gag coming from you.

“Slow down, doll, there’s plenty of time to be greedy.” He laughed. He noticed Soap on the bed and you on your knees and got the best idea.

“Johnny.” He called out, a bit breathless from the way your lips are wrapped around him. “How would you like to taste her?”

You and Soap both widened your eyes, your hands coming up to wrap around the remainder of Simon’s cock.

You didn’t see Johnny’s reaction but from the shuffling you heard behind you, you knew he’d agreed.

You see Ghost behind you, a smirk on his lips as you paused, confused as to what’s going on. Two hands were placed on your hips, lifting up just a little as Ghost slid underneath you.

It took a minute before you realized your knees were on either side of his face, your clothed pussy directly above his face. He winked at you, before pulling your panties to the side blowing cool air onto your dripping cunt.

Shivering at the contact, goosebumps began to form on your skin. You were staring down at Johnny as he slowly licked a stripe up your wet slit, a moan escaping your lips. You craved this kind of attention and now, you were getting it.

Johnny kept eye contact as he continued licking up and down your cunt in teasing motions. You were focused on him before a light slap was delivered to your cheek, resulting in you looking up in shock at Simon.

“I don’t think I told you to stop, angel.” He spoke, your lips instantly wrapping around his cock once again. He signed, his hips thrusting up a little at the contact.

Simon watched as you fluttered your eyelashes up at him, taking his cock into your mouth as far as you could. You began to bob your head up and down on this thick cock, a small groan escaping his lips.

You whimpered around his cock as Soap finally stopped teasing, wrapping his lips around your clit. Your nails dug into Simon’s thighs, sure to leave marks. Johnny began to suck on your clit, causing a small moan to vibrate against Ghost’s cock once again.

“Fuck, she’s so wet Simon.” Soap practically groans against your cunt, his lips attaching themselves around your clit once again. His teeth graze over the sensitive nub, causing you to jolt in both pleasure and sensitivity, all while Simon’s cock is still in your mouth.

Simon stares down at you, admiring the way you look below him. His hands come down to move a stray hair out of your face so he can have the perfect view.

Johnny on the other hand, loves the way your pussy is dripping at his contact, teasing a finger at your throbbing hole. You moan around Simon’s cock, your hands moving up and down his thick cock along with your mouth, quiet slurping sounds both coming from both you and Soap.

“What would everyone think if they knew their favorite news reporter was on her knees for me, sucking me off like the good little whore that she is?” You moaned at his words. You couldn’t think of a response, only took him deeper into your throat.

Ghost chuckled softly, “let’s see how far you can go, sweetheart.”

It was a matter of seconds before he was gripping at your hair, harshly pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. His hips began to thrust into your face, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth at a rather rough pace. You blinked your eyes up at him, tears threatening to spill as you gagged around his cock.

You loved being manhandled, it drove you the good kind of nuts.

A tight groan emitted from Simon’s lips, his eyes clenched shut as he continued throat fucking you. Johnny’s finger decided to stop teasing, slipping into your tight cunt, a loud muffled moan coming from you. His teeth nibbled at your clit, finger pumping in and out of you slowly. Your hips rolled against his face, wanting more.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as Ghost continued to thrust, eyes now open and peering down into yours like the devil himself. He bit his bottom lip as he continued, his cock twitching in your throat. He was close and so were you.

Soap added another finger into your throbbing cunt , your walls clenching around him on instinct. He groaned against your clit, reaching up to slap it lightly. You shuttered, Simon’s cock cutting off your airflow as you focused on getting him off. Two more harsh thrusts and he still hadn’t cum yet, simply pulling out as you coughed a little, a string of his precum and saliva connecting from his cock to your mouth.

“I’m not cumming yet unless it’s in your pussy, understand?” He simply spoke, turning his attention to your body.

You nodded looking down at Johnny as you attempt to catch your breath. Your hips wiggled on his face as you rubbed your clit against his flattened tongue. His fingers curled inside of you, a cracked moan coming from you once again.

Simon leaned down, pulling your hands away so he could focus on your breasts. “Let me see these pretty tits, baby.” He smirked, his face coming down to blow hot air against your hardened nipples.

“mhmm please.” You whimpered, speaking to Simon. He mumbled something about “impatient angel” but then wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. You moaned, your hands digging into his brown locks. You tugged at the soft strands as his teeth grazed over the hard nub.

He chuckled against your breasts as Johnny began sucking on your clit, gripping your hips to keep you still.

You were so close, so on edge. You threw your head back as your orgasm approached, your legs trembling as you whimpered.

but then it all stopped.

Simon stood and Johnny stopped, sliding you up to have you stand. You whined softly, a smirk plastered on both of their perfect faces.

“You didn’t really think we were going to let you cum, did you?” Ghost asked seriously, looking at you and then at Soap.

“You naughty girl, naughty girls don’t get rewarded, you know.” Johnny spoke softly, licking his fingers which were still dripping in your arousal. He urged a finger to Simon, in which he wrapped his lips around sucking your juices off Johnny’s fingers.

“Sweet.” He whispered, his eyes darkening once again.

You looked to Soap who had a wet spot in the middle of his boxers where his cock still stood, straining against the fabric. You realized he hadn’t been touched at all.

You began to walk towards him, legs trembling slightly from the lack of your orgasm. Ghost eyed you up and down, not yet finished with you. He saw you walk to Johnny but just watched. He wanted to see what you were going to do.

You dropped down to your knees in front of Soap, his eyes widening a bit as he looked to Ghost for approval. Simon nodded, a smirk on his lips. Your throat was still sore from Simon but you wanted this. You wanted to make Johnny feel good just like he had you.

Johnny smirked as he looked down at you, tears stained on your cheeks. He didn’t plan on going slow, and he just hoped you were prepared.

Your hands took down his boxers, his cock spilling out. He wasn’t as big as Simon but still one of the biggest. His cock was red at the tip, covered in precum. You licked your lips as you pressed his dick to your lips, kissing it before opening your mouth.

Simon watched, stroking his cock softly.

Johnny instantly groaned, he deserved this. He knew he had to. He was as patient as ever, finally getting what he wanted.

You bring your hand up to stroke him as you sucked softly at his cock, paying most attention to the throbbing tip. You moaned out as you rubbed your thighs together, trying to gain just the tiniest bit of friction. Soap noticed and chuckled, his hands tugging your hair softly.

"Look at you, eager little slut aren't you?" Johnny teased, thrusting his hips to meet your set pace. "you need to be touched that badly?"

You moaned at his words, absolutely loving his dirty talk.

"Johnny, don't be easy on her." Simon spoke from a few feet away, watching the events that took place.

Soap nodded, groans escaping his lips as he picked up the pace, his cock sliding further down your throat. you moaned, preparing yourself for this once again.

You hummed as his cock slid in and out of your mouth, sending good vibrations onto his thick length. He gripped your hair whispering something about "such a good girl" and "love the way you're sucking my cock."

You felt tears pricking your eyes again as he thrusted in and out of your mouth, your teeth softly grazing against his cock. he whimpered at the contact, driving you wild.

The room was filled with your gagging and slurping sounds along with Soap’s whimpers and occasional groans.

He was groaning when you felt a pair of hands grasping on to your hips, your lips disconnecting from Johnny’s cock.

Simon’s hands dug so hard into your hips, you knew there'd be bruises. Johnny whined from the loss of contact and you smirked. now he knew how it felt to be denied.

"bend over, hands behind your back." Simon ordered you onto the bed, leading to you obeying him. you slid off your panties before bending over the bed, arching your back so they could get a good view of your pussy.

Simon inhaled deeply as he stared at you, spread out for him and waiting. he ordered Johnny to get underneath you once again, to which he also obeyed him.

You knew something was going on between the two. Maybe they were an item.

Soap looked up at you, completely naked underneath you. He admired your soft features and actually took in your beauty.

Graves was right, you truly were a beauty.

You felt Simom come up from behind you, his hands rubbing your ass softly. "i'm going to fuck you, prep you for both of our cocks. understand?"

You nodded softly, staring into Soap’s eyes as v spoke. "Words beautiful, words."

"Yes Simon." you replied, your voice cracking. you were dripping again, so damn horny and all because of them.

You whimpered as Simon’s ock slid against your slit, lathering his tip in your arousal. Johnny tilted your chin and began peppering kisses against your jaw as Simon continued to tease.

"You have such a pretty pussy, shame 'm gonna wreck it." Simon huskily spoke, before sliding his cock into your tight walls. you clenched instinctively around his cock, a loud moan escaping your lips.

"Fuckk." Simon groaned out, his hands placed on your hips. Johnny leaned up to place his lips against yours, muffling your moans of both pain and pleasure.

Ghost didn't wait for you to adjust. He continued to thrust in and out, slowly building up his pace. Johnny’s tongue slid against yours, his kiss being much more soft than Ghost's.

"You're so tight, babydoll."

Soap took in your bottom lip as you pulled back to moan softly, sucking it harshly. "oh fuck, S-Simon." you moaned out, his cock already wrecking you.

He was hitting spots never hit before, your cunt throbbing around him. "so warm and tight, my little slut." Simon groaned, his hand coming down to slap your ass.

You closed your eyes, his cock slamming in and out of you. Johnny’s hand slapped your face, "Eyes open Princess."

You stared down at him as his cock began to rub against your clit. " 'm gonna need to feel that pussy." he mumbled against your lips as he pressed his lips against yours once again.

"C'mon Johnny, fuck her with me." Simon demanded, his hand gripping the reddening flesh of your ass.

Soap didn't need to be told twice. His cock was sliding against Johnny's as he entered you, All three of you letting out delicious moans. "Fucking hell, Johnny." Simon groaned, biting down on his bottom lip. Soap slid in, balls deep wondering how you were able to fit the both of them inside of you. You looked so tiny.

His eyes rolled back as he felt you clench around the both of them. Johnny began to kiss you again, loving the taste of himself in your mouth. He loved how dirty it was.

"Look at little miss news reporter, taking two criminal cocks at once? you're such a dirty slut y/n, aren't you?" Simon spoke, his voice booming.

When you didn't reply, he slapped your ass making you whimper, "Aren't you?"

You broke away from Soap’s kiss, nodding instantly. "Yes, all for you."

They both grinned cockily, Simon’s hand grabbing a handful of your hair. He guided you back onto both of their cocks by your hair, your hips slamming onto the both of them.

You moaned as they hit deep, knowing all three of you won't last much longer. "you're taking our cocks so well princess. you're loving this, huh?" Johnny questioned you, his minty breath hot against your face.

"God, yes." you whined, as Johnny began twisting your nipple. He smirked as you became putty for the both of them.

You were so close, with Soap pinching your nipples and both of their cocks thrusting in you at an unbelievably fast pace, you were going to come in a matter of seconds.

"Are you gonna cum, pretty girl?" Simon questioned knowing you were extremely close. You nodded, making both him and Johnny smirk at each other.

“You better beg for it, sweet thing.”

You hummed, knowing you were so close, deciding not to take any chances, you begged.

“Please Simon, J-Johnny. Let me cum, please. I need to cum.” you pleaded, your voice coming out a whiny mess.

Ghost and Soap nodded at each other in approval before they both leaned into your ear, biting your lobes softly. “Cum.”

That was all it took for you to throw your head back, your cunt clenching around both of their cocks, one of them hitting your g-spot in the process. you moaned loudly, an ear piercing moan as Johnny sucked a hickey onto your neck, coaxing you through your orgasm.

Your pussy clenching rapidly was all it took for the both of them to cum, inside of you, lathering your walls with their cum.

They both whimpered and groaned as they came undone in you, against each other.

You were all sweaty messes as Simon pulled out of you first, his fingers collecting some of him, yours and Johnny’s cum, licking it off his fingers.

Hottest fucking sight ever.

Soap pulled out of you next, a small whimper coming from his pink swollen lips.

Simon looked a little worried as he turned you to face him. “We’re obviously not gonna kill ya, but ‘fa the love of Christ do not tell Graves about this.”

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Word count: 2,600

Pairing: Changbin x fem reader

Note: I started writing this when the Racha Log came out because holy moly Changbin 🫠 I just recently started working on it again and was finally able to finish it! This one has a spicyyy makeout sesh so enjoy!

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You sat in the billiard room watching Changbin play pool with Minho and Felix. He was looking exceptionally handsome that day, sporting his natural curls, a pair of black glasses, a black t-shirt, and sweats. It was such a simple look yet it was driving you crazy.

The three were doing a practice round of pool and you couldn't take your eyes off Changbin.

He leaned over the table and prepared for his turn, rearing his arm back, his bicep flexing as he did so, the sight almost making your mouth water. The way that black t-shirt hugged his chest and arms was divine.

How did you get so lucky to be with someone as beautiful as him?

"Y/n?" Felix's voice pulled you from your daze.

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you don't want to play?"

"Maybe next round. I'm just observing right now."

"Alright."

It's true, you were observing. You had never really learned to play pool, so you were going to watch the three play a round and then maybe you'd join in. Though, you haven't learned much so far since all you've done is stare at Changbin—and how could you not?

"Ohh Lino come on!" Your boyfriend cheered after Minho had successfully landed one of the spheres into one of six netted pockets on the pool table.

Felix stepped up and took his turn, almost knocking one of the balls into a corner hole, but missing it by a few inches.

Changbin prepared for his turn, positioning the cue stick behind his back in an attempt to be cool and impress you, hitting the white ball along the edge of the table, barely bumping one of the solid-colored balls. His failure made both Minho and Felix chuckle. Changbin's ears were tinted pink as he suppressed a sheepish smile and allowed Felix to take his turn.

In the end, Changbin and Minho pulled out a win despite Felix being the one with the most knowledge on the game of pool. The two were giggling like crazy, dancing around the table to briefly celebrate their victory.

"I want someone on my team this time." Felix stated.

"I'll be on a team with you." Minho volunteered.

"Are you going to join us this round, Y/n?" Changbin asked you, lightly hitting the handle of his cue stick against the carpet as he spoke.

"Sure." You stood up and grabbed a billiard cue of your own.

"You can be on my team." Your boyfriend flashed you the cutest grin before handing you the small cube of blue chalk to put on the end of your cue.

"Oh, this'll be fun." Minho giggled.

"Should we get some drinks before we start the next round?" Felix suggested. "I'm a little thirsty."

"That's a good idea. What does everyone want?" Minho asked.

"Just water." Felix responded.

"Iced tea for me." Changbin piped up.

"Me too." You added.

"Alright. Felix will you come with me?"

"Sure." The blonde laid down his cue and left the room with Minho to get refreshments for everyone.

"I hope I don't make us lose." You voiced with a light chuckle.

"You won't. If I can get the hang of pool by playing one round, you can too." He encouraged. "Here. Let me show you the basics while they're getting drinks."

Changbin moved to stand behind you, taking hold of your billiard cue while guiding you to stand against the pool table.

His body leaned over yours, his muscular arms stretched along your own to help you hold the cue stick, firm chest pressing against your back the entire time. Your eyelids fluttered at the feeling, trying your best to pull your focus back to where it needed to be.

Changbin's hands rested on top of yours, guiding you on how to hold the cue when it was your turn.

"Make sure you aim. You can even move the cue back and forth to gain a little momentum before you actually hit the ball. Do you see what I mean?" His voice sounded deeper than usual and the way his breath fanned against the shell of your ear made you suppress a shiver.

"Mhm." You hummed, afraid to speak as you might not have been able to form a coherent sentence.

"Now, you don't want to sink the 8 ball until the end. You lose if you accidentally knock it into a hole before the end of the game."

You nodded.

"Why don't you practice aiming the cue?"

Changbin's hands moved away from yours only to relocate to your waist, his thumb rubbing gentle circles along your hip. A quiet sigh unintentionally left your lips and you hoped he didn't hear it as you mimicked the action of hitting a ball across the pool table, trying to get a feel for the movement.

"Good job."

About that time, Felix and Minho returned to the room with drinks in hand. Changbin was quick to stand up, his hands dropping from your waist.

"We weren't interrupting anything, were we?" The ever observant Minho questioned with a teasing smirk.

"No." You denied with warm cheeks as you stood upright. "He was just teaching me the basics."

Felix stifled a laugh and handed you and your red-eared boyfriend your iced teas. You took a sip of the refreshing beverage and set it aside on a small table, preparing for the round to begin.

Minho went first, breaking the cluster of spheres that were previously formed in a neat triangle, sending them flying to different areas of the pool table, kicking off the round and simultaneously deciding which patterns were assigned to each team. You and Changbin were solids, Minho and Felix were stripes.

"Y/n, you wanna go next?" Changbin asked.

"Sure."

You decided which approach you would take and made your way over to the opposite side of the table, leaning across it to aim the cue that was held securely in your hands. The end was pointed directly at the center of the white ball and from where you were positioned, if you hit it just right, you could launch three balls across the table, giving you a higher chance of landing one of the solid ones in a hole.

Letting out a breath, you hit the cue ball causing it to knock against some others and send them rolling across the tabletop. All three men in the room were oohing over the power behind your shot. Luck was on your side as one of the solid-colored pool balls dropped into one of the nets at the corner of the table.

Changbin's excited giggles filled the room as he applauded you.

"That's my girl!"

His words made your heart flutter and fueled your confidence. A proud and perhaps slightly haughty smirk painted your features.

"Don't get cocky now, Y/n. The game just started." Felix reminded you with a grin.

"You get to go again since you sank a ball." Changbin informed you.

"Ah. Alright." You made your way around to where the white cue ball had stopped and took a moment to aim before hitting it.

Unfortunately, you didn't sink any of the spheres and your turn came to an end. Felix then approached the table, his watchful gaze scanning the balls scattered about the woolen tabletop. The Aussie seemed to have made up his mind on which ball would be his target and leaned forward to make his move.

One thing you were quick to learn was that Felix was the best at playing pool out of your small group of four. He had more knowledge and experience with the game, so he and Minho were at an advantage.

Felix hit the cue ball towards one of the striped ones and it went rolling to the nearest edge of the table, bouncing off the raised border and knocking one striped ball into a hole. He almost sunk two, but the second sphere was just a few centimeters shy from its intended destination.

The game went on for the next few minutes with no hiccups, except Minho accidentally knocking the cue ball into a hole, which you learned was a "free ball" and that meant you could place it wherever you wanted on the table since you were the player next in line for your turn.

Presently, there were four balls that remained on the table: the white cue ball, the 8 ball, one solid, and one stripe.

"I think we're gonna lose." You muttered to Changbin while taking a moment to have a sip of your tea, winded from rounding the table so many times when it was your turn to play.

"I wouldn't be thinking that way just yet. I know it looks bad, but if we could sink our last solid, the odds could be in our favor."

"We could try to sink the 8 ball after that." You summed up.

Changbin nodded.

"Alright, you two. Enough scheming." Minho ordered. "It's your turn, Bin."

Changbin let out a sigh and shook his shoulders to loosen his muscles before stepping up to take his turn. Your eyes were glued to his massive biceps as he reared back the pool cue stick, knocking the white ball towards the final solid-colored ball on the table. With bated breath, you watched the sphere roll across the table and hit the remaining ball, time seemed to go in slow motion as Changbin successfully sank it.

"Yes!" You cheered.

Felix and Minho audibly sighed, knowing that meant he could attempt to sink the 8 ball and end the game, thus resulting in them losing.

"You got this, Bin." You encouraged as he eyed the black sphere sitting idly on the surface.

He leveled himself with the pool table, positioning his cue stick with the utmost care.

"I'm going to try and sink it in the corner." He declared before taking his shot.

You watched as the 8 ball rolled across the table towards the corner. At first, you thought he would make it but as the ball approached it's intended pocket, you could see it was slightly off. It hit the edge of the table and bounced away, missing its hole. Changbin groaned and stood up, letting Minho step up to take his turn. He sank his final striped ball with ease, your heart dropping with the sphere. Like Changbin, he also came close to getting the 8 ball into the pocket, missing it by just a couple inches. This went back and forth for the next few minutes, each one of you failing to sink the 8 ball. You thought the game would never end until Felix took the shot and made it, successfully ending the game and scoring a victory for Minho and himself.

"Man." You sighed out in defeat.

"We almost had it, baby." Changbin gave you a supportive pat on the back.

"Good game." You commended the two.

"You weren't bad yourself. I was impressed, especially since this was your first time playing pool." Felix said to you.

"You guys up for food?" Minho glanced around the group as he waited for an answer.

"Me and Y/n are gonna stay a little longer." Changbin spoke up.

"Alright. You want us to wait on you? We can go to the arcade room downstairs and kill some time."

"Sure. We won't be long." Changbin assured them with a single nod. "We're just gonna practice a little."

"Cool. We'll be in the game room when you're ready." Minho said, turning to leave.

As soon as the door closed behind the two Changbin's arm hooked around your waist and pulled you to him, that signature smirk of his plastered on his plush and pouty lips. Your heart leapt with excitement at his action, warmth blossoming across your cheeks and in the pit of your stomach.

"I thought we were practicing." You said, placing your cue stick on the pool table.

"I just said that to buy us some time."

"Well, now that they're gone I can finally tell you how sexy you look today." You confessed.

"I though I saw you ogling at me." He grinned haughtily. "Couldn't keep your eyes off me, could you?"

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and shook your head coyly, a rush of heat touching your cheeks.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off you either." He spoke in a breathy voice that had your legs feeling like jelly, his hands creeping lower towards your lower backside. "Every time you leaned over I couldn't help but stare."

The heat in your cheeks now felt like a burning blaze, his brazen comment setting your entire face ablaze.

Changbin brought one of his hands up to rest under your chin, gently guiding you to his lips in a much anticipated kiss. Your eyelids slid closed upon contact and you began to reciprocate his actions, letting out an involuntary sigh of bliss. His plush lips dragged against yours in a desperate manner letting you know he had been holding back.

Your thoughts were confirmed not a moment later as Changbin voiced his feelings.

"Couldn't wait to get you alone." He all but sighed into your mouth. "Just needed to hold you and kiss you like this."

A sigh of his name slipped out of your slightly parted lips.

He backed you up against the pool table, the feeling of the hard sides hitting your lower back not fully registering in your mind, as you were far too engrossed in the moment with Changbin to notice much of anything. Your fingers tangled in his fluffy locks, carding your digits through it while grabbing handfuls every so often, eliciting low groans from Changbin that vibrated against your lips and made butterflies erupt in your stomach. His hands, which had been caressing your sides were now roaming everywhere, cupping the nape of your neck to pull you closer, squeezing your hips, and now they were resting on your back while his strong arms had you locked against him in a firm embrace. He was holding you so tightly that you could feel his chest pressing up against you.

His hands hooked under your legs, lifting you up onto the pool table with ease. Your thighs locked around his waist right away, keeping him as close as possible, your fingers curling around the black fabric of his shirt.

Changbin tilted his head to the side to further slot your mouths together, the feeling making your eyelids flutter. You brought both of your hands to cradle his soft cheeks and encased his full bottom lip between your own a few times, drawing out sighs from him that had a rush of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

As much as you didn't want the moment to end, you had people waiting on you and you most certainly didn't want them to walk in on the both of you.

Changbin frowned when you parted ways.

"We'd better get going before Felix and Minho get suspicious." You murmured dazedly, your mind still clouded from the kiss.

"They know what we're up to, I'm sure."

"Still. We should go." You told him, your thumb gently dragging along his swollen lips that appeared even puffier (and more tempting) due to the heated make out session.

You had to fight off the urge to lean in and kiss him again.

"Fine." He relented with a pout. "We can pick up where we left off once we're back home, right?" There was an eager and hopeful gleam in his eye as he asked.

"Absolutely."

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Bullseye Part 3🥃

Warnings: Slow burn, spicyyy, 18+, a little bondage, alcohol and drug use, taking pornographic photos and videos, ALLLLLLLL the smut, everything, absolutely filthy. MINORS IF YOU ARE HERE I SWEAR TO GO I WILL TELL YOUR MOM ON YOU!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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You stare up at him as he works his hands up and down your body. Making you unravel before anything has started. "We need a system in place so I know what you are and aren't comfortable with," he says, laying his chin on your stomach. "Green is all clear, yellow is slow down, red is an immediate stop. Do you understand?" You nod. "No. Words. Use them."

"Yes, I understand, Daniel." You say impatiently huffing out of your nose.

He stands up and smacks a hand down on your exposed midriff, eliciting a gasp from you. "Enough with the attitude. You'll get what you want. But from now on, you listen to me and give me what I want. If it's too much, resort to your colors."

He folds his arms and looks down his nose at you, "I like to play. A lot. What are hard limits for you?"

"None." You prop yourself up on your elbows to see him unbuckling his jeans with one hand.

"Everything is on the table? Are you familiar with bondage?"

"I know it may seem like a shock to you, Daniel but yes. And yes EVERYTHING is on the table."

Just as he pulls his belt out of the loops, he doubles it over and snaps it loudly. "Color?"

You hesitate, sensing a shift in his demeanor. "G-green."

His hands are immediately all over your body again. His lips trailing behind, leaving hot wet kisses all over your stomach. He unbuttons your jeans and your raise your hips to help him slide them off, but he leaves your black lace panties on. Thank god I wore cute underwear.

"You are magnificent. I didn't know you had all of these beautiful tattoos. I've only seen the ones on your arms." Your legs were littered with black and gray patchwork tattoos. You had just started working on covering the top half of your body. The ones on your legs were intricate. Some were even old stick and pokes. Vines twisting in between a few of them, sometimes stars, even a smiley face. Vines trail up and over your hips, accentuating your curves.

You scoot further up the bed until your head is resting amongst the mound of pillows, swatting a few of them out of your way.

"Hands." He demands.

You hold out your hands to him and he cinches the belt around your wrists. Bringing them up to the industrial headboard, he ties the remaining belt to it. Effectively pinning your arms above your head. You look up to your wrists and give them an experimental tug, no budge. Looking back down to him, you see he already has a wicked grin on his face.

His jeans are unbuttoned and starting to slide down his hips. His underwear peaking out the top. With one hand, he reaches behind him to grab the collar of his shirt and yank it over his head. He tosses the shirt somewhere into the darkness of the rest of the room. The only light coming from the hall, illuminating his broad, muscular figure.

He crawls up the bed. Planting slow kisses up your legs along the way and massaging his big calloused hands into the flesh of your thighs. The alcohol is starting to wear off and you felt anxious being this exposed again. He senses it and almost reads your mind. He climbs off the bed and kicks off his pants the rest of the way.

"Do you want to smoke?" He asks. Reaching over and fishing a joint and lighter out of his nightstand.

"Yes. God please." You exhale a breath you didnt know you were holding. He chuckles and climbs back over you, holding the joint out for you to take between your lips and lighting the end as you start to take a drag.

"Hold it." He states as he takes a slow drag and then blows the smoke up towards the ceiling. Your lungs are screaming as you fight to hold the smoke in. Just as you are about to be a sputtering mess, his lips find yours and you exhale into him. He holds it for a moment before tilting his head back up again and letting the smoke roll past his lips. He holds the joint out to you again and you repeat your actions until it's finished.

Sufficiently high, you look up to him with glazed eyes and pouty lips. He fishes his phone off the night stand and snaps a picture of you. "God look at you. Absolutley melting for me."

He snakes his way down your body until his stomach is between your legs. He pushes the hem of your black crop top over your breasts. Your nipples becoming more perky as they, and the metal piercings, are exposed to the cool air of the room. "God I always thought I noticed those piercings." He says, cupping your breasts in his hands. "And the way this sternum piece flows.." he trails off.

Your back arches slightly when he places a kiss in the center of your chest. He works his way to your right nipple, taking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. His right hand pinching your left nipple and it's respective piercing, rolling it and eliciting a loud moan from you. He switches and bites your left nipple. More moans slipping past your lips while he soothes it with his tongue.

While his hands find purchase on your breasts, still playing. His mouth travels down, following the curves of your tattoo under each breast.

By this point you are a panting mess. Pulling at the bindings at your wrists, trying to touch him. The weed taking over and making you feel everything x100. "Daniel, please." He crawls back up your body, and kicks off his underwear before straddling your waist. His hard cock resting on your stomach. You look down to see his girth.

He snakes his hand up your chest and wraps it around your throat. God this is where his hands belong. "You know what to address me as."

You look up at him through heavy lashes. The weed still making you look like a pouting mess, your hair now starting to frizz and sweat starting to form on your forehead. You take a chance, hoping you guessed correctly. "Sorry, sir."

He reaches for his phone again and takes a picture, his hand still around your neck. He quickly grabs your chin and slowly pushes his thumb past your lips. A low moan coming from his chest as his cock twitches. He takes another picture. His hand moves to fist in your hair. He inches up your body and his cock is almost to your lips. You lay your tongue out flat and look up at him, already knowing what he wants. "Color?" He asks shaking his phone at you. Asking if he can continue.

"Green, sir." Instead of snapping a picture he props his phone off to the side, hitting record. He nods his head in the direction of his phone and looks to you quizzically. "Green." You repeat.

He slowly starts to slide into your mouth. Seeing how much of him you could take. Your mascara starts to run down your cheeks as he hits the back of your throat. Through tear soaked lashes, you give him your best doe eyes, relax your throat as he starts fucking you. After a few rough seconds he pulls out of your mouth.

"Oh look at that. I guess you running your mouth all the time pays off because you feel divine." Letting go of your hair he slides back down your body, taking your underwear with him. Your tattoos continue inward, meeting just above your core. You truly had tattoos everywhere. An animalistic groan leaves his chest as his eyes rake over you.

"God, you've been covering all of this up. They should put you in museums. Posing all pretty." His fingers lightly moving along the linework that ends just above your aching clit. "Does she sound as pretty as she looks? I want to hear more of you" He asks as he suddenly thumbs over your bundle. A moan slips past your lips. Your back arching off the bed, but your hands keeping you in place.

He does it again. And again. Moving his thumb quickly over your clit. Making you louder and louder. Your orgasm teetering on the edge.

"Please. Please, sir. Can I cum? Please." You beg, writhing below him.

"Mmm, my good girl knows how to ask. And she sounds so needy when she begs." He hums, weighing his options. "I want you to count to ten. And then you can cum."

He slowly moves his hand away from your sensitive clit and you groan at the loss of touch. Just then you feel his fingers circling your entrance. Slowly inching one into you, and then adding another. The stretch feels phenomenal as he starts moving them in and out. "Count."

"One! Two-" you start. Screwing your eyes shut as you clench around his fingers already.

He stops the movement of his hand. "Slower," he says as he bites the flesh of your upper thigh. A squeal coming out of you as you move the sensitive skin away from his teeth.

His fingers start pumping in and out of you again at a slow pace. You moan loudly as his palm rubs your clit again, "One..two..three.." you start shaking your head, unsure that you can hold it any longer.

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Part 4

[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted’s Version)

Chapter Five

chapter warnings: language, little bit of violence (??)

word count: 1.6k

authors note: sorry this one is a little bit of a filler! but the next one is the gala and it’s gonna start to get a lil bit spicyyy

Keeley Jones: SOS 

Lacy Watson: I'm in my office right now

***

Right after hitting send, Keeley burst through the door into my office with a concerned look on her face. It's been about three weeks since I started my job here and there's, undoubtedly, been a few hiccups. 

"What's wrong, Keels?" 

She turned her phone around to show me a picture that someone had taken of her and Ted, looking very comfortable together at her last photoshoot. Ted looked like he had been feeding her or something. My stomach was in knots.

"Some asshole took a picture of Ted and I together at my photoshoot the other day. He had stopped by to ask me some questions about Jamie and now," she motioned to her phone. "Now it looks like we're shagging or some shit."

"Hey, hey. Calm down. Let's go to Rebecca and see what she has to say. She knows everyone, she'll probably know someone who can take that down in a heartbeat." 

Keeley and I went marching right up to Rebecca's office and to our surprise, Ted was already sitting across from her.

"Hiya, Lace! Hiya, Keeley!" Ted immediately stood up to greet us. I have to admit, I feel like I've been a really bad friend to Ted recently. I've been distant, only because I can't have feelings for him. He's like twenty years older than me and he's kind of my boss, in a way. I've been leaving my flat before Ted in the morning and leaving the stadium after him at night. I do talk to him, but not like I did in the beginning. 

"Hi, Ted," I said, silently. Keeley cut to the chase and immediately showed Rebecca her phone. 

"Do you know anything about this?" Keeley questioned. After taking a look at the photos, Ted looked extremely confused.

Struggling to speak, Rebecca said, "Absolutely not. Who would do that?" 

"Dunno. But I heard 'The Sun' was going to publish it in two days. That can't happen. Do you understand how Jamie would react to that?" 

"I'll talk to the people at 'The Sun' straight away. I promise." Rebecca confirmed. 

"Thank you. See you later, Ted." Keeley waved before leaving. I gave her a second and started walking after her. 

"Wait a second, Lace," Ted called out after me, causing me to stop. 

"How've you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Ted continued. 

"Good. Yeah, I've been good. I'm sorry, I've just been so busy with everything." I felt a twinge in my chest and a little bit of guilt. 

"Oh no, don't be sorry. I'm just worried about ya, ya know?" Ted genuinely looked concerned. "Maybe we can grab some dinner tomorrow night? Even if we just get take out so you can still do your work? I miss spending time with ya."

"Yeah, Ted, that sounds like a plan." I shot Ted a smile before walking back into my office, while Ted walked out into the pitch.

***

The following morning as I'm sitting in my office working on the team's socials, Ted yells at me from his desk in the next room over.

"Lacy Loo, I got some bad news."

"What? You're pregnant?" I shot right back without even looking up from my laptop. 

"Um, no. Wow you're getting good at that. Um, so for dinner tonight, we're gonna have a little guest with us."

I stopped typing and looked up slowly. "Who?"

"Trent Crimm." Ted said with no emotion in his voice. He seemed like he was nervous about how I was going to react. 

"From the Independent?" I said in a mocking tone. I do understand that most of the time, Trent is just trying to do his job, but sometimes he's just so hard on Ted. 

"Yeah, that's the one.  Ms. Welton said the Sun agreed to not run the photos of Keeley and I if I spend the day with Trent Crimm and let him write an article about me."

I visibly cringed. "That's awful."

"Yeah, well, all I can do is just give him my authentic self and whatever he decides to do with it is up to him." Ted seemed pretty optimistic about the entire situation. At least one of us is. 

After about an hour of computer work, I decided to go out on the pitch to see what the boys were up to. Ted, Beard and Nate were on the sidelines watching the boys train. Next to Ted was the one and only, Trent Crimm. 

"Trent Crimm, The Independent," he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I only shook his hand to be civil. 

"Hi, Trent. I'm Lacy Watson, public relations." 

"Are you going to be spending the day with us, Lacy?" Trent questioned. I looked behind Trent to see Ted and Beard shaking their heads rapidly. Obviously, they wanted to protect me from being written about, but I guess this is how I can make it up to Ted. 

"Of course. With being in PR, I gotta make sure our coach is on his best behavior." I said with a fake laugh. 

Our first trip was to a local elementary school. Ted, Roy, Trent and I had gone to the local school to talk about what's it's like working on a football team. Trent and I just sat and watched while Roy and Ted did most of the talking. It was so sweet to see how the kids all lit up while they were listening to Roy. 

Roy and Ted took the kids into the courtyard to do some football drills. I stood there on the sidelines and watched, while making small talk with Trent. 

Roy's niece, Phoebe, got a little too eager and kicked the ball way too hard, hitting Ted right in the nose. 

"Jesus Christ," I groaned while running over to him.

"Oops!" Phoebe said while smiling. 

"Good fucking job, Phoebe," Roy called out while giving his niece two thumbs up.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," I took Ted's arm and lead him into the school. I had to ask the teacher where the nearest bathroom was, to which she pointed us to the direction of the staff bathroom. 

Leading Ted into the bathroom, I told him to sit on the toilet seat while I got some toilet paper to clean up the blood.

"Ted! You can't lean back you have to tilt your head forward." I scolded. 

"Yes ma'am," Ted answered while leaning his head forward, still pinching his nose. 

"Here," I knelt down with rolled up pieces of toilet paper in my hand. I placed my hand over his ever so slightly so I can move it out of my way. I put the toilet paper into his nose to stop the bleeding. "Well, the good news is that it doesn't feel broken." I took out two pieces of Ibuprofen from my purse and a bottle of water. 

Ted took the medication from me and took it. "Thanks, Lace."

I nodded with my head down, still knelt down, looking up at him. I was in trouble. Deep trouble. Even with toilet paper shoved up his nose, he was still one of the prettiest people I've ever seen. 

"Alrighty, let's skedaddle, Tampon" I tapped on his knee before slowly rising and leading him out of the bathroom while giggling. I looked back at Ted to just see him looking down at his feet with a big smile on his face. 

***

"How do I look?" Ted asked me in his office a few hours later, all dressed up for dinner. 

"Like a hundred bucks," I smiled. 

"You mean a million?" Ted questioned. 

"No, I know what I said." I laughed while fixing my lip gloss. Trent, Ted and I were going to a local Indian restaurant where Trent can conduct a majority of the interview. 

When we entered the restaurant, Ted immediately recognized the man that greeted us at the door. "As I live and breathe, Ollie!"

Ollie was our taxi driver when we first arrived to London, and this was his families restaurant. 

"Coach Lasso and Ms. Lacy! How are you guys?" He immediately ran up to Ted and I giving us both a hug, Trent was taking obvious mental notes. 

"Good! Good to see you man." Ted answered. Ollie ushered us to our seats and asked what we wanted to eat. Ted ordered the spiciest meal on the menu. 

"I'm so sorry, Ollie, I bet it's delicious, but I'm just gonna get butter chicken." I said. Ted laughed. 

"So much for adventure," Ted looked over at me. 

"I know my stomach and I'm not gonna mess around with her," I responded. To which Ted just nodded. 

Throughout the entirety of the dinner, I didn't speak that much. I just let Trent Crimm ask what he needed to ask. Originally, I was nervous about what Ted was going to say, but it turns out he was just fine on his own. Charming bastard. 

With dinner coming to a close, we all went our separate ways. Ted went home, claiming that he was already regretting the spicy food, and Trent went home to write his article. 

"Hey, Trent!" I called to him, jogging to catch up to him. 

"Miss me already?" Trent joked. 

"Please. Please be nice to him. He's been nothing but nice to you all day. Don't butcher him." I pleaded with Trent. After it all came out, I realized I probably shouldn't have said it, but I just had to. 

"Goodnight, Ms. Watson." Trent nodded and went on his way. I huffed and sat down on the bench outside of the restaurant, contemplating my life. 

***

Waking up the next morning, the first thing I did was check my phone. Higgins had sent me a rough copy of the article that Trent Crimm had written about our day yesterday. 

It was the nicest thing that I've ever seen written about Ted.

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[felixsramen]

can I request an Ateez x reader Smut/angst

Mingi doing his dance live when y/n visits him. Turns off live immediately to do somethin’ 👀 spicyyy

Why am I in love with this idea.

It annoyed you. You hated the thought of millions of people watching your boyfriend dance on live. You had asked Mingi one day to show you his dance moves off. You loved his performances on stage so you had asked to see something freestyled but he had denied you. He was too embarrassed to show you in case he'd mess up and he definitely didn't want to mess up in front of the love of his life. He definitely didn't want to tell you that either afraid you'd laugh at him.

Yet here in the studio where he thought he was alone you were staring at him from the door watching him dance to sicko mode. He had gone off in his own little world freestyling. You had been here watching him since he had danced to dessert by Dawin.

You weren't mad at him but more upset that your boyfriend didn't want to show you his freestyle dancing but would do it to millions of people. It had been almost 2 months since that conversation and you knew your boyfriend wasn't good at remembering things so you didn't hold it against him.

Watching him right now though kind of broke your heart considering he'd refused you and now seemed comfortable dancing and in the zone. It didn't help you were incredibly turned on either. You open the door quietly and Mingis eyes meet yours for a split second before he's back into the song.

You doubted anyone would've noticed the glance over he did. You walked off behind the camera watching your boyfriend. Mingis eyes might look as if they were looking on the camera but they were watching you.

Mingis eyes couldn't help but look over your form. Your outfit really complimented your body. It didn't help he hadn't already had sex with you in almost a month because of the new upcoming album. You could literally be wearing a long sleeve shirt with pants right now and Mingi would still think you were trying to get him to fuck you right then and there.

You don't realize how long you've been thinking about how jealous you were because shoong was coming to an end. Mingi was relieved he needed to fuck you right then and there. He couldn't wait another day. He waved and hurried as quickly as he could to the phone without the audience thinking something was up.

He clicked the button and before you know it Mingi already has his hands on your hips. "What are you doing here and why are you wearing that?" Mingi says sighing.

"I missed you. You've been so busy with promotions." You say Mingi slowly starting to grind into you. It had been almost a month since he fucked you.

You put a hand on his chest pushing him off. Mingi looks at you confused. "So you won't dance in front of me but then go live in front of millions?" You ask him and Mingi sighs bringing you against him again.

"You don't understand love." He says and you try to move out of his grip again.

"I think I do. You tell me one minute you don't want to dance with me and then now you want to dance in front of millions?" You say and he holds you against him.

"This is going to sound stupid but I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of you. Do you know how embarrassing it is if I messed up in front of the person I want to impress the most?" He says looking away from you admitting how stupid it sounded when even said out loud.

You felt slightly stupid now being jealous of people watching your boyfriend when he really just wanted to not embarrass himself in front of you.

"Baby I'd never make fun of you for messing up or anything like that. You should know that by now." You say and he sighs finally looking at you. You were right. You never made Mingi feel less when he messed up on anything.

"You're right love. Now can we get back to what we were doing before you tried pushing me away." He asks you and he smirks again.

You roll your eyes but nod. Mingi kisses your neck. He knew that was weak spot. Your knees almost giving in. You know he enjoys it his hands going to your waist. He sighs as he brings you in closer to him. He needed you to feel him.

Your hands go to his short blonde hair pulling on it making him moan softly against your neck. "Mingi. Fuck me please." You say melting at the way he starts leaving hickies across your neck.

He pulls away when he's satisfied and smirks at you. "All desperate and I haven't even done much." He says and his fingers find your loops on your pants pulling them down. He pulls down your underwear. His finger slides over your entrance and he smirks at you.

"I haven't even fucked you yet and you're soaking." He says finger prodding your entrance but never fully going in. You whine hoping it'll get him to move. Instead his other hand holds you in place.

"You're mine. I'm yours." He says reminding you and with that he pushes a finger inside you.

You moan out his name. "I don't care how many orgasms it takes to get it through to you. I only want you." He says his mouth back on your neck as he pushes another finger inside. You whined out Mingis name as he continued fucking you with his fingers.

He sucks on your neck once again. You think you might've fallen if Mingi wasn't holding you up with his other hand.

Your high was fast and approaching and Mingi knew that. Mingi knew everything about your body. Yet he still fucked you on his fingers. Before you know it your orgasm washes over you.

Your eyes roll back and you go limp in Mingis hold. You definitely would've fallen to the ground if it wasn't for Mingi. As you come down from your high you realize Mingi is still fucking you on his fingers.

He pulls away when you whine. "That's all you have in you love? I think I can get one more out of you." Mingi says and you hear him unzipping his pants.

"You can take one more. Especially since I want to make it up to you." He says pushing into you.

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[minikkicries]

Hermione w hickies from the latest chapter of my fic. 

It’s starting to get spicyyy.

Trapped in Silk Chapter 9 

[moondirti]

It wasn’t disappointing at all! It is just that Miguel is “hard to read”—since, we, as the reader, don’t know what he thinks of feels (yet?—his p.o.v. would be the end of me I know it); and only experience what Wraith does and the specific way SHE perceives it (trauma). Therefore he feels utterly cold and distant and unemotional to us too; but this is what good writing is like folks. It wasn’t rushed! We just need the next chapters to—.. sober up 🥺

it was indeed delicious mama. Somebody like Miguel can’t just “break” and be intimate. Can’t do intimacy easily but given how we know his character and his truth and Wraith doesn’t… Miggy “touch-deprived” “selective” “I renounce any emotion because it gets in my way” “I don’t deserve others” O’Hara matched our lust and gave in 🥺😂😂 when he finally unravels it’s going to be SPICYYY

Absolutely yes! Wraith is very stuck in her own head, and while she’s surrendered a lot of her background to Miguel (where he now has a better grasp of her personhood) she knows nothing about him! I feel like, because of this lens that the story’s adapted so far, people might’ve been shocked because Miguel just… reciprocated out of nowhere, which is my bad. But y’all can be assured that he has his own complex feelings on it that I’ll elaborate on in the fic soon<3

He’s so withdrawn its crazy. Even in ch8 while he fucks her face they aren’t really being intimate - that’s why I chose throatfucking cuz it rly is the least ‘passionate’ thing u can do imo. It was just a vent for their pent up aggressions and trust that when things eventually start to develop, y’all will notice the diff<3

Thank u so much darling! I live and die for a long comment/analysis on any of my fics and u hit the nail on the head.

[darklordofthesimp]

Beskar Beast update tomorrow 👀

Starting to get a lil... spicyyy

[you-aremy-sunshine]

#3 - i hate it when you drive my car - b.b.

summary: you have met this man once in your life, at a bar after you passed out. and the second time you meet him it definitely is less pleasant. thankfully you never ever have to see him again. except now you are forced on a plane with him to the mediterranean because the tickets are non-refundable. fuck this.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff x reader

a/n: starting to get spicyyy!! dude i'm actually so excited to post the rest of these, anywaysss, join my taglist!!

-- previously --

you woke up to the rattle of airplane turbulence, finding your head resting comfortably in bucky’s lap. how you ended up there, you didn’t know. what you did know was that you were going to get off of him as fast as you could. which caused you to smack your arm against the hard plastic of the folded-up table of the chair in front of you.

“ow!” you exclaimed loudly, you voice echoing throughout the silent plane.

you inspected your arm, now in the safety of your seat. bucky woke up, presumably because of the loud noise you made. 

“hey,” he asked groggily, “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“calm down ice queen.” he said, turning away from you.

-- current &lt;3 --

“so… this is it,” you mumbled to yourself, getting out of the taxi. the small, yet extravagant one-bedroom mini house on the blue water seemed out of this world to you. it was just a typical white pavement and bright blue lining of greece. it sat on a dock, looking out onto the clear crystal water of the mediterranean. 

“wow,” was all bucky managed to say. 

you grabbed your suitcases out of the trunk, dragging the heavy bags into the surprisingly huge bedroom. there was only one bed, but thank the lord it was king-sized. It was decorated with a few pillows and a simple white duvet. the bathroom was gorgeous with white and blue tiles and cute small plants hanging out in the corners. the modern yet homey look of the room had you falling in love with the place.

“okay,” you said, “first let's unpack, and then we can decide to either chill in here or go to the beach.”

“i think i’d rather go to the beach,” bucky chuckled as if the other option was insane.

you opened your bursting suitcase, shoving your clothes into the drawer, while he neatly put his clothes in organized lines. another way the two of you were entirely opposites.

you quickly grabbed the first bathing suit you saw. it just happened to be the string one that soph said made you look “scrumptious.” it was a soft pink bikini with a flower pattern on it. before leaving to walk to the beach you looked at yourself in the full-length mirror.

damn, i do look pretty scrumptious. the bikini seemed a little smaller than usual around the boob area, but it didn’t matter too much, you were in greece!

you slipped on a pair of shorts and kicked on your flip-flops ready to hit the beach. when you walked out of the bathroom, bucky was also already changed, and in a motherly manner, had a beach bag packed with a hat, sunscreen, water, and snacks. and not in a motherly manner he also looked pretty “scrumptious,” he wore a pair of dark swim trunks. his muscles and six-pack out for the world to see. you felt your face flush a little bit.

get it together! it's just bucky. your enemy remember!?

“ready to go?” he asked.

you scoffed, “of course.”

he frowned a little bit at your response.

as you walked out the door you could feel his eyes dragging across your backside.

it took around 4 minutes for the two of you to get to the beach by foot. when you got there, both of you gasped at the sprawling beaches of white sand and bright blue water. as a breeze whisked around you, the aroma of the salty ocean made you grin.

you dropped your stuff and sprinted towards the water, leaving bucky to eat your dust. once you got deep enough you jumped off of the ground and dived into the clear water. it felt refreshing and just the perfect amount of just everything. except for him. if it was just you and sol, this vacation would’ve been absolutely perfect. but he’s here, here to ruin everything.

after swimming around for a bit you decide to go back up to shore to tan a little bit. you brought a new book to read on this trip, and you might have been a bit too enthusiastic about reading it, but whatever.

“back already?” bucky asked, not bothering to look up from the book he was reading.

“isn’t that obvious?” you responded.

“so cold you might change the weather, ice queen.” bucky snapped back.

“i don’t need you ruining my vacation, james,” you replied cooly.

“it's not just your vacation sweetheart, we’re here together.”

“together, my ass. ‘m stuck here with you jackass,” you pulled the book he was reading down so you could meet his eyes, “i wouldn’t mind this gorgeous beach if you weren’t ruining the scenery.”

“i bet you think quite the contrary, princess,” bucky said with a smirk.

“you’re full of yourself, barnes.” you flipped him off.

“i saw the way you were admiring me once i finished changing into my bathing suit,” he flashed you a wolfish grin.

you pointed towards the book he had been reading minutes before, “i hope that's a self-help book. you really need the extra help getting over yourself.”

“oh god, i’m sorry i never realized why you love insulting me. it's because i actually have a romantic life and you’re jealous!” he laughed loudly, throwing his head back.

“god,” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes, “i’m so fed up with you. the great and amazing bucky barnes thinks that every single girl that has ever laid eyes on him is in love with him. you are so insufferable it makes my brain hurt.”

“you think im great and amazing?” bucky smirked, trying to get a rise out of you.

“go fuck yourself james. you’re nothing but a man-whore that leeches off of other people’s happiness.” you gathered your things that were laying on the beach and stormed off.

“wait y/n,” you heard him protest behind you. he seemed far away enough not to chase after you.

you had been walking up towards the small grecian town for a few minutes. you could feel the hot summer sun beating down on your skin. finally, you had reached the start of the town. cute white buildings with signature spanish roofing and gorgeous blue accents littered the town.

you found a small little cafe that sold delicious greek food and the most perfect coffee ever. according to the lovely lady on the street, of course. you had asked her if she knew any good places to eat and she exclaimed “ya! ya! éla! xéro to téleio méros!” (meaning “yes! yes! come now! i know the perfect place!) (please correct me if i am wrong on this tho)

she led you to a gorgeous little shop at the top of the hill you met her on, the patio showing a perfect view of the crystal blue water below. you ordered what she told you to, the lamb souvlaki and an espresso.

“you should join me!” you told the lady, “it would be nice to have someone to eat my first souvlaki with.” you smiled at her. 

she smiled right back, and replied in a thick greek accent, “i’m lyra, what’s your name?”

“y/n”

—

after hours and hours of you sharing basically your whole life story with this little lady named lyra that you met on the street, you decided it was time to go home. on a napkin from the cafe, she gave you her number and a list of restaurants and places to visit during your stay. you both hugged and smiled at each other, lyra promising she would visit you back home one day.

you walked back to the bungalow, excited to try out the list of experiences handed to you. but you would try them out tomorrow, today you were tired and it was getting late. the sun hung low in the sky, dyeing it hues of yellows, pinks, and oranges. no matter how many times the sunset might cross your path, it just always seemed to make your jaw drop and your eyes glitter.

“where the fuck have you been.” bucky said as you swung the door open plopping your stuff on the floor.

“none of your business,” you said, kicking your flip-flops off, “why the fuck would you care.”

“maybe i was worried since you had run off for, i don't know, six fucking hours!?” he exclaimed.

you walked past him, pushing him away from you via his chest. “calm down barnes, how would that affect you. rather i’d be glad.”

you pushed the bedroom door, thinking it was closed fully, you started stripping, heading towards the bathroom. you hopped in the shower, unbeknownst to you, watching you prance around the bedroom naked gave bucky a rock-hard problem...

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😈😈 fav ep so far

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[mechanics-of-life]

Started to lose track lol. Dates probably inaccurate.

Completed: 1-3, 5-9, 11

In-progress: 4, 10, 12

1/200 - Wheel of Time: A Memory of Light (Series #14/14) - Jan 3, finished (nice)

2/200 - Shades of Magic: A Gathering of Shadows (Series #2/3) - Jan 4, finished (cliffhangerrr)

3/200 - Chapterhouse Dune (Dune #6/6) Mar1, finished (lowkey anticlimactic)

4/200 - A Conjuring of Light (Shades of Magic #3/3) Started Mar1, 1/2 done

5/200 - Wicked Villians: Desperate Measures (Series #1/?) - ebook - Jan 13, finished (spicyyy)

6/200 - Cormoran Strike: The Running Grave (Series #7/??) - ebook on libby - Feb 16, finished (took only 7 books for the characters to admit their feelings.....)

7/200 - The Dark Tower: Song of Susannah (Series #6/7) - ebook - Jan 18, finished

8/200 - The Aurora Cycle: Aurora's End (Series #3/3) - reread - Jan 20, finished

9/200 - The Dark Tower (book 7 of 7 in the series) - Feb 3, finished (wow. that ending)

10/200 - Barrow of Winter - Started Feb6, 1/2 done

11/200 - The Wind Through the Keyhole (The Dark Tower: #4.5 of 7) - Feb8, done

12/200 - The Obsidian Chamber (Pendergast #16/?) - Mar 1 - started, 1/2 done, idk why I forgot to add it to the beginning of the list

13/200 - Blood Meridian - I'll try to get past the first few pages this time lol

14/200 - System Collapse (Murderbot Diaries #7) - idk why I keep dropping this. I was eagerly awaiting this one

15/200 - Murtagh (Inheritance Cycle #5) - again, anticipating the release and haven't gotten to it, idk

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