#I’m gonna need more than one box of tissues tonight huh

[im-no-jedi]

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#haven’t seen the episode yet but uhhhhh #I’ve seen some screenshots and I’m #yeah… #I’m gonna need more than one box of tissues tonight huh #ohhhhh I’m not ready for the heartache #💔💔💔 #star warz #tbb spoilers

[makeadealwithdean]

can’t touch us (dom!sam winchester x fem! reader) -- part 2 of ftfuwc

Hi everyone!! I’m back faster than usual with Part 2 of the Sam Winchester Valentine’s Day fic, fueling the fire until we combust! To the anon who requested this: again, I’m so sorry it’s later than I wanted it to be, but I do hope you read and enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated, and if you like reading on AO3 better, you can find mine here :)

Word Count: 4946

Request: "Sam Winchester Valentine’s Day smut? Is that too vague for a request lmao" "I’m up to anything happening before the fun, but I was thinking they’re dating already and are both hunters and they were on separate hunts and now they’re happy just to be back together. I’m a sucker for reuniting -Sam valentine anon"

Warnings: SMUT, like for real this time, dom/sub, spanking, face slapping (a little bit), dirty talk, sir kink, daddy kink, soft dom!sam, less soft dom!sam, fingering, slight degradation (name calling, i guess), general rough sex, fluffy aftercare, i think that’s it

Part 1

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You set the box on the counter, untied the ribbon, and opened the lid. Inside was a strappy black bra made of sheer lace, matching panties, and garter set nestled in the middle of red tissue paper. You held the pieces up, and felt your cheeks flush at the thought of Sam’s eyes on you in that. You dropped it back into the box and began wiggling out of your tight little red dress. Finally, your dress hit the floor, along with the bra and panties you’d been wearing. You put on the new outfit Sam had given you and checked your hair and makeup in the mirror. After a deep breath to calm your nerves, you opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.

Sam was sitting in your armchair over by the wall across from the end of your bed, leaning back, legs spread wide as he waited for you to finish changing. He looked up as you stepped out of the bathroom, and his lips curved into a wicked smile. Sometime since ditching his jacket in his room, he had rolled up the sleeves of his white button-up; you knew he was well aware of what that did to you. His hand resting on the arm of the chair lazily beckoned you closer. You took small timid steps towards him.

“C’mere, kitten,” he said, readjusting himself in the chair. You came closer, and he reached out his arm and gestured for you to sit on his right knee. You perched softly on him, still holding up most of your weight with your legs in between his legs. His big hands grabbed around your waist, picking you up and guiding you further onto his lap, so that your toes barely touched the ground. You looked down and saw the outline of his thick cock visible through his black dress pants, and all you wanted to do was touch it. But you knew that would get you in more trouble, so you placed the heel of your hand on the end of his knee to steady yourself instead.

“Now,” Sam said in a low voice, “would you like to tell me what you’ve done wrong tonight?” He leaned forward to look at you and placed his arm over your lap to grasp your thigh.

You swallowed, and your voice was shaky when you spoke, “Umm, I… talked back to you…”

“And?”

“And I touched you--” you had stopped speaking, but Sam’s hand around your waist squeezed hard, and you squeaked out “--even when you’d already told me not to.”

“Right,” Sam said sternly, turning your head towards him with his hand. “And why did you think that was okay to do? You know better.”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, sir,” you said in a voice just barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know isn’t an answer, Y/n,” Sam said, looking you in the eye and threading his fingers up your neck and into your hair to hold you still. He repeated a little more forcefully, “Why did you do what you did? Do not make me ask again.”

“I wanted to tease you, because I didn’t think I’d get in trouble today,” you said in a rush, wanting to get it over with.

Sam raised his eyebrow and huffed in surprise, “Didn���t think you’d get in trouble? Well, babygirl, guess you were wrong about that.” He hooked his left arm under your knees, right arm around your back, and lifted you as he stood up. “I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here. That’s okay, princess. We’re gonna fix that right now.”

He threw you onto the bed on your back, but before you could get comfortable, he grabbed your legs and dragged you to the edge of the bed, flipping your body over so that your legs hung off the side, toes resting on the ground. You could feel Sam standing behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He yanked you backwards, just a bit more until your feet were flat on the floor, and his hips were flush against your ass. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, and he let a sigh of relief as he grinded against you. You let out a quiet moan and turned your head to look back at him.

“Uh uh,” Sam snapped, and his hand smacked the side of your ass sharply. You yelped, and Sam said, “Eyes forward.” You turned back around, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He shouldn’t have had to tell you to face the front, you knew better.

“Do you know your colors, little girl?” Sam asked you, slightly softer now, and you knew this was his way of making sure you were okay with everything that was about to happen. You nodded your head, and Sam said, “No, use your words, baby.”

“Red, yellow, green, sir,” you listed off quickly.

“Good, and what’s your color right now?” Sam asked gently, hands now rubbing your ass over the lace of the new panties he’d given you.

“Green, sir,” you whimpered, voice laced with anticipation. As soon as the word left your lips, you felt Sam step back, his hands leaving you, and you whined again at the loss of contact, but stayed where he’d put you. You heard Sam move somewhere behind you and felt a rush of air as the first smack came down on the sensitive skin of your ass. Your body jolted forward as the force of his hand pushed you up the bed, and you yelped in surprise. 

His hand grabbed your waist and pulled you back to where you’d been a second ago. This time he kept his hand pressing firmly down on your lower back, keeping you in place while he yanked your panties down and off. He crouched down and blew a long, cool breath onto your exposed cunt. You whined and thrashed a little, already so sensitive for him. He chuckled darkly, and you felt his presence leave you as he stood a few steps away.

 The second smack was even harder than the first, and you closed your eyes tightly, burying your face in the comforter. Your hands moved from resting beside your head to fisting the sheets. You struggled not to let out a cry and held on as the swats got faster and harder.

Yeah, it hurt, and it stung, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the burn. With his big hands, Sam could inflict a hell of a lot of pain, but somehow with you, he was always loving, even when he spanked you until tears ran down your cheeks. 

Like now, it was physically impossible for you not to cry out with every smack of his hand. You couldn’t tell which was worse, the burning on your ass or the heat in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t your fault that being punished for bad behavior turned you on like nothing else. And the heat became more and more intense with every slap. 

You could hear Sam grunting with effort, and even as he stopped, he was breathing hard. He stood behind you again, both hands on your now red ass, feeling the heat rise off of it. He ran one finger delicately up the slit of your pussy and hummed his approval.

“Oh, you’re soaked for me, aren’t you baby?” He rasped, his voice low and gruff, loving the way you sounded so desperate for him. “Bet you like that, huh? Listen to yourself, my little slut can’t help but cry for me.”

He let his finger hover over your dripping hole, teasing you, and your hips involuntarily moved back, searching for more. You heard the smack before you felt it this time, his hand coming down loud on your ass, forcing a whimper from you.

“Behave, kitten,” Sam growled. You went limp again under his hands, too tired already to resist his commands, and he wasn’t even close to finished with you. He ran the tips of his fingers over your ass and up your back, light soothing touches that he knew you liked to help ground you. “Now, do you think you’ve learned your lesson, baby? Not to disobey me again, especially in public, when I’m trying to take you out for a nice date?”

“Mhmm,” you whined into the comforter. Sam answered with another several hard smacks on both sides of your ass. You hissed at the contact. The familiar burn that had faded slightly came rushing back, causing your legs to twitch and heat to shoot straight to your core.

“Nope,” He said, popping the “p” and twisting his fingers into the roots of your hair, pulling you upward and causing you to arch your back. You could see his snarl out of the corner of your eye. “You’re gonna answer me out loud or I’m gonna put you over my knee, and believe me, that’ll be a lot worse for you. Let’s try this again: have you learned your lesson?” 

“Yes, sir!” You cried, much louder than before. “Yes, I promise I have. Please!” The waiting was getting too much for you to bear, and your voice slipped into the tone you only used for begging.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, princess?” he sneered, turning your face towards him and coming much closer. God, he’s intimidating, you thought as more tears welled in your eyes, and at least you knew he’d never truly hurt you. Wouldn’t wanna be his enemy. No way. 

“Yes, sir! I’ll be good for you! Just-- please-- please--” you paused, panting, almost sobbing now, not entirely sure what you were begging for. You just needed him, desperately. His light touch, his scent-- it was all too much without fully having him. You wanted him inside you, now.

“Please what, little girl?” Sam’s gravelly voice hissed. He let go of your hair, pushing off like he was disgusted with you so that you dropped back down, hard, onto the mattress.

“Please, sir,” you gasped, taking deep breaths, fists clenching beside your head. “Please, please, fuck me! I swear, I’ll never disobey you again!” You both knew that probably wasn’t true, but your desperate begging seemed to satisfy Sam because he groaned at your words. His big hands grabbed your waist, flipping you quickly over onto your back. You hissed as your sore backside came in contact with the comforter, but Sam didn’t appear at all sympathetic. 

His hands landed on either side of your head as he hovered over you, slamming his lips into yours harshly, all technique flying completely out the window. It was all teeth and tongue and passion, and you loved it. You moaned into his mouth as he bit your lower lip, drawing back slightly, dragging it with him for a moment before letting go, all the while rutting his cloth-covered cock on your sensitive pussy. 

He threw your arms around his neck, having you hold on so you sat up slightly, while his nimble fingers swiftly undid the clasp of your bra. He pushed your shoulders back down onto the bed, and you released his neck as he dragged the lace from your arms, throwing it somewhere behind him onto the floor. It had served its purpose for the night.

You lay on the bed, a little further up so your legs weren’t hanging off the side, and now completely naked as he stood over you, still completely clothed. You’d always sworn Sam could read your mind, and now was no different clearly, because his fingers flew down the front of his shirt, undoing all the buttons as quickly as possible. He yanked off the button-up, along with his white undershirt. Next to go were his dress shoes and socks. He kicked them off before undoing the clasp of his black leather belt and his dress pants and shoving them and his boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them and was back on top of you in a heartbeat. 

Sam kissed you again, hand fisted in your hair before moving his kisses to your jaw, then your neck, travelling downward, nipping and biting until he reached your chest. His tongue flicked over each of your now hard and pointy nipples. He took one point in his mouth, lightly sucking and licking until you were arching up into him. He rolled your other nipple in between his fingers, before his mouth moved to cover that one instead. He kept dragging the edge of his teeth along your sensitive points until you were practically crying under him.

With Sam, you never felt unbalanced. He gave each of your tits an equal amount of attention, whether it was his hand palming and grabbing and pulling, or his warm tongue lightly teasing the sensitive skin until you practically sang his praises. You’d never understood the importance of nipple play until Sam, but he’d helped you to branch out, and at this point, you’d try almost anything if he suggested it. You highly doubted that Sam Winchester could be “bad” at anything in the bedroom. 

His mouth travelled downward still, leaving gentle kisses on your stomach, hands caressing your sides, until he knelt in between your legs, pushing you thighs open, giving him a full view of your dripping entrance. The way he looked at you was downright predatory, and you whimpered under the intensity of his gaze. “So sexy,” he whispered in a raspy voice, tongue poking out to wet his lips, “and all mine.” 

As the last word left his lips, he thrust two of his thick fingers inside of you with no warning. You gasped and moaned, arching your back up off the bed, much to Sam’s delight. He groaned loudly and fisted his cock, now dripping with pre-cum, with his other hand. He swiped his thumb over the slit, collecting the liquid on the tip of his finger.

“Look what you’ve done to me, kitten,” he said, his voice full of lust, as he stuck his thumb onto your tongue, letting you lick it clean before hooking his thumb into the side of your cheek and jerking your head to the side, watching as you sucked on his thumb. Sam had once said that he could tell just from looking at you that you had an oral fixation, and he was definitely correct. You were so desperate for something in your mouth that almost anything would do at this point, and Sam loved to watch the way your mouth moved around his fingers. 

He fucked in and out of your pussy roughly, watching as you keened with every drag of his fingers. He yanked his other hand away from your mouth so he could press one of your thighs down flat onto the bed, effectively changing the angle of his shallow thrusts. Pressing his fingers inside of you as far as they could go,  he fluttered them up and down, watching your face as your jaw dropped and you cried out in pleasure. 

“Please, sir,” you begged. “Please, I’m getting close! Can I— can I come, please, Sam?” You felt the faded heat from before come surging back, much faster than before. The coil in your stomach was growing tighter and tighter, and you fought to push it back down. 

“No.” Sam slapped your cheek with the hand that had been in your mouth, still wet from your saliva. “And what did you call me? Whose are you?”

“Yours, Sam! Yours, sir!” you cried loudly, gasping from the smack he’d given you, the slight sting giving you a brief high. “Only ever yours, sir!”

He grabbed your jaw in one hand forcing you to look at him, mascara and tears running down your face, just like he liked you, “You already won’t be able to sit for a week,” he growled, “and now, you won’t be able to walk either.”

Pushing your thighs up and back, he pulled his fingers from your soaked and trembling pussy, lined himself up with your slick entrance, and thrust completely into you in one motion, forcing a guttural noise from you at the impact. Sam grunted as your walls tightened around him, and without pausing to give you time to adjust, he picked up a brutal pace. Your legs tightened around his waist, hooked over his hip bones as he practically folded you in half. He groaned at the feeling of you and intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning your wrists flat to the comforter on either side of your head. He held himself up over your body as he fucked into you, supporting most of his weight on his forearms. His teeth nipped at your shoulder, as his head dropped to plant bruising kisses all over your neck and collarbone. 

Loving the noises he drew from you, Sam had no intentions of slowing down anytime soon, and you were hurling towards your climax faster than ever. As your pussy tightened around him, he made a noise halfway between a moan and a growl, thrusting in as deep as he could, trusting you could take it. Soon enough, your cries of pain turned to whimpers of pleasure, nearly drowned out by the sound of skin on skin as his hips slapped repeatedly against your ass. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, but you were helpless to do anything, except lie there and take it. 

“Fuck, sir! Please— I’m about to come!” you cried. “It’s so so good— Please, can I come, sir?”

“Oh, fuck, babygirl. You’re doing so well for me. You can hold it just a bit longer, princess,” Sam moaned in your ear, holding you down still so you wouldn’t slide around from the force of his hips pistoning into you. 

“I— I can’t! Please, sir!” you were sobbing again, gasping for breath. “I just need to— Please— let me, please!” You were panting now, eyes closed tight, and every word was bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Not yet, little girl,” Sam let go of your hands and pushed up off you, pulling out of you at the same time. You whined pitifully at the loss of his touch, your walls now clenching around nothing. You looked up at him and saw his brow glistening with sweat, pieces of hair clinging to his forehead. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in deep breaths. His huge hands grabbed around your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach. He yanked your hips back, pulling your ass into the air and slamming into you again, with no regard for the heat still burning in your stomach.

“Sam, I—” he cut you off with a harsh smack on your ass, and you cried out loudly. 

“I know you didn’t just call me that again, princess,” Sam practically spat the words at you, his already low voice made even lower as he grabbed your arms, yanking you up against his chest. With that leverage, his thrusts slowed considerably, but it hardly mattered, because the new angle allowed him to hit the parts of you that only he could. You moaned desperately, recalling how before him, you hadn’t even known it was possible to feel that much that deep. You felt your walls clench again, and you were sure he felt you tighten around his thick length. 

“Tell me,” he demanded, calmer this time, reaching down to rub circles around your clit in time with his thrusts, eliciting several much higher pitched noises from your throat. “Who fucks you so good every damn time? Who owns this pussy?” His hand moved from your shoulder to your throat, not yet squeezing your airway, but pinning you to him, and effectively cutting off any other movements you’d tried to make.

You could only moan in response. He was hitting so deep, and you couldn’t focus on anything else except his thrusts and his hands holding you against him, his hot breath panting in your ear. When you didn’t give him a sufficient answer Sam’s fingers on your sensitive clit stilled. You barely had time to register the loss before his hand came down with a smack, right where his fingers had just been. You bit back a scream, but when his hand came down on your pussy for a second time, you couldn’t help the high-pitched yelp that fell from your lips.

“Tell me whose this is! Now.” Sam’s hand on your throat tightened quickly with the last word before loosening again to allow you to speak, or as much as you could with him pounding into you relentlessly. This time you gasped and managed to speak, your voice sounding like the words had been dragged out of you.

“Yours, sir! It’s yours-- only ever yours! You own it, ruined me for anyone else! You fuck me so good, please-- Please, can I come, sir? Please, Daddy!” Your orgasm was so close now, it was becoming physically impossible to hold off, so you pleaded with him one last time. Using the nickname you knew he couldn’t resist, you let go of the last bit of your pride, completely submitting to the man behind you.

Sam made a guttural noise, as his dull teeth bit into your shoulder, and you felt him start to twitch inside you. He must’ve been painfully close, too. He raised his head, rasping, “Yes, baby. You can come, been so good for me--”

His fingers began to stroke your clit again, faster and harder, and his hand slowly tightened around your neck. You closed your eyes as you felt the overwhelming sensation begin to wash over you.

“Yes, baby-- That’s it, kitten. Come on my cock-- lemme feel you, sweet girl. So pretty, baby… Oh--” he cut himself off with a moan as your walls constricted around him, and he let go off your throat. With the sudden intake of oxygen, your orgasm hit you like a truck, and your mouth fell open as your head dropped back on his shoulder. It was a good thing Sam was still holding you up, because had you been standing or supporting your own weight, you would’ve collapsed immediately.

Once you found your voice, you screamed so loudly, you were positive the whole bunker knew how good Sam was to you. You cried out again as your pussy spasmed in waves, “Daddyyy-- Ohh, fuck! So good--”

Sam groaned deeply, his hands squeezing harshly at your tits, and as your orgasm began to fade, you felt his dick twitch violently. Seconds later, he was spilling hot ropes of cum deep inside you, and you moaned again at the feeling of him. He hugged your body tightly to his front, gasping against your neck as he rode out his high. With one last push of his cock, he collapsed, on top of you, careful as always not to crush you. He lingered there for a few seconds more before gently pulling out of you, sucking in a gasp of air as he did. 

He rolled over on his back next to you, and his green eyes met your droopy ones. “How ya doin’, darling? You with me?” You whined pitifully, and he pulled you into his strong arms, holding you tightly, grounding you. “Shh, shh, shh,” he petted your hair gently as the noises from you gradually ceased. 

He held you like that for a while, letting you recover a bit before murmuring, “You’re okay, princess. My good girl, did such a good job for me, baby. My perfect, precious little girl. You wanna go get cleaned up, so we can sleep, kitten?”

You whined again, burying your face tightly into his chest, not wanting to move or leave his arms, even for a second. Sam kissed the top of your head gently, pushing your hair back from your forehead and sighed, recognizing you were still pretty far under, “Oh, I knoww sweetheart. I promise we’ll be quick, and then we’ll come right back to bed. And I’ll put lotion on you, so you won’t be as sore tomorrow. Come on.” 

He grunted as he got up from the bed, lifting you to his chest and carrying you to the bathroom. He set you down on the toilet, making sure you went pee, before carefully lifting you into the hot bathwater he’d just prepared. You cried out for him, hands opening and closing as you reached for him.

“It’s okay, honey,” he shushed you gently. “Daddy’s coming.” He stepped into the warm bath and settled down behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, calming you down instantly with his touch. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”

His big hands cupped the water, gently pouring it on your head, careful to avoid getting soap in your eyes as he gently washed your hair, rinsing until the bubbles disappeared. He wiped away the remnants of your makeup with a washcloth, mascara smudged with tears and glittery bits of eyeshadow. You leaned against him the whole time, feeling dazed still from your post-sex haze, and unwilling to part from him, his very touch soothing you. Tucked into his chest, eyes closed, you let Sam’s hands wash all over your body, massaging most of the tightness and soreness from your tired muscles.

Once he was finished, he pulled on the drain, letting all the soapy water start to slowly spiral away. He stepped out first onto the bath mat, grabbing several fluffy towels from the rack near the tub and drying off quickly, before taking your hand and helping you stand. You held onto his strong arms as you climbed over the tall edge of the tub. Once you were standing steadily on the bath mat, Sam wrapped the soft, warm towel around your shoulders, rubbing down your legs with another to help you dry off. 

You sniffled and rubbed your eyes as Sam helped you into a bathrobe. He cupped your face in his hands, looking into your eyes, and kissing you on the forehead. Sam tugged the robe tighter around you before tying it closed. He slipped on a clean pair of boxers and took your hand, leading you back into the bedroom. He helped you climb up onto the bed and lie down. 

You hissed as the fabric of the bed came in contact with your sore and tingling ass and the bruised backs of your thighs. You whimpered and rolled over quickly onto your stomach to relieve the pressure, looking up at Sam pitifully from under long eyelashes. Sam looked down at you sympathetically, stroking your hair. 

“Oh, my poor sweet baby,” he fussed over you, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down your back. “Let me go get your smell-good lotion, so I can help some of those bruises not hurt so much, okay?”

“Uh-uh,” you said, shaking your head. Sam looked at you, confused. “Your lotion, please? Smells like you,” you explained shyly, staring down down at the comforter. 

Sam smiled, nodding, “Of course, baby. I’ll be right back.” He slipped into his room to find his lotion while you waited for him on the bed. He tried to move as quickly as possible, knowing you hated being without him in your current fragile state of mind. He snatched the lotion from his nightstand. It wasn’t like he was in his room often anymore; he always slept with you in your room, but he still kept most of his stuff here.

He jogged back down the hall to where you were waiting on the bed. “Okay, little love, do you wanna keep the robe on or take it off?” You began shrugging off the robe as an answer, and Sam helped you untangle yourself from it before laying it over the back of the chair near your bed. He knelt on the bed next to you and pumped some of the lotion into his hands.

“This might be a little cold, darling,” he murmured before rubbing the lotion gingerly onto the backs of your thighs. You whimpered a little because of the cold lotion and Sam’s hands moving up to soothe the skin on your ass. He looked at the bright red skin where he’d left handprints a little while ago. He winced as you did when his hands passed over it, questioning if he’d gone a little too far. He rubbed the lotion in gently until your skin felt smooth and no longer as hot as it had been before.

He looked at your face, turned towards him, resting on the comforter. Your eyes were closed peacefully, and he knew you were ready to go to sleep. He turned off all the lights, and whispered gently to you, “C’mon, honey. Let’s get you under the covers so you can get some rest, huh?” 

You nodded sleepily and yawned as he lifted you up to his chest, pulled back the covers, and tucked you in, your head now resting on the pillow. You looked at him with droopy eyes and reached towards him, opening and closing your hands, wanting him to cuddle you.

He did the gesture back before walking to the other side of the bed and climbing under the blankets himself. He pulled you gently into his arms, and you let your head rest on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, allowing it to soothe you. Sam stroked your hair, kissed the top of your head, and hummed, “Was everything okay tonight, my little Valentine? I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

You shook your head barely, exhausted, but wanting him to know how much you’d enjoyed it, “Nuh-uh, it was perfect, Sam. You’re always perfect.”

“I don’t know about always perfect,” he chuckled softly, hugging you tightly to him. “But I do love you, princess.”

“I love you, too,” you sighed happily, nuzzling your cheek against him. 

He kissed your head once more, “Go to sleep, lovey. Got lots of time together to catch up on tomorrow, hmm?”

You didn’t answer. Your breath had deepened and steadied as you slipped off into sleep. Sam smiled to himself at how peaceful you looked. Yeah, no more separate hunts for a while, he thought, before he too drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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[homoose]

To Rip or Not to Rip?

Summary: Tara and reader exchange their Christmas Eve cheat gifts. Based on the prompt: You just rip the paper right off?! You heathen. / You save the paper? Nerd.

Pairing: Tara Lewis x gn!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: some innuendo, but other than that none!

Word count: 1,030

a/n: A Very Moosey Ficmas Day 4! I have wanted to write for Tara for such a long time. A true queen.

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Tara sipped lazily at her snifter of scotch, watching as you leaned forward in front of the tree, elbows on the ground and ass jutting out, searching for the perfect Christmas Eve cheat gift.

“Is this view my gift?” she asked, and you let out a chuckle. “Because I’m very into it.”

“Oh don’t you worry, I’m going to be all wrapped up in a nice little bow for you later,” you promised. “But no, I’m looking for something specific. I just can’t find— hang on— here it is.”

You slipped out from under the tree, rocking back onto your heels before turning around and crawling to press a kiss to Tara’s knee. You set the gift in her lap, and then sat back and crossed your legs, pulling the wrapped box she’d set out for you into your own lap. “Me first.”

Tara laughed. “Of course, darling.”

She had wrapped the box meticulously; the corners were perfectly folded, there were no noticeable creases, and the tape was barely visible. You almost felt bad tearing into it. Almost.

Your nails dug into the paper, the loud ripping sound bouncing around the cozy living room. Tara stared in faux shock. “So you’re really just gonna rip the paper right off, huh? Heathen.”

“What are you, one of those Christmas paper savers?” You paused and rolled your eyes at Tara’s pursed lips. “Oh my god, you totally are, you absolute dork.”

Tara shifted the liquid in her glass. “You love it.”

You resumed your ripping. “That I do, doctor.” Finally rid of the pesky paper, you fumbled with the box for a few seconds before realizing that Tara had taped the sides of that, too. “Oh for fuck’s sake, T.”

Tara set her glass on the coffee table. “Do you need some help?” she teased.

You popped one of the pieces of tape and huffed out a breath. “What I need is for my girlfriend to stop wrapping presents like they’re Fort Knox.”

Tara leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, studying your face carefully as you lifted the tissue paper from around the gift cradled inside the box. Your eyes went wide, your hands carefully pulling a set of small bowls out of the box. The bowls were made of clear resin, which was layered with arrangements of familiar flowers. “Are these…?”

“I saved one from each of the bouquets,” Tara confirmed. For the last year, Tara had taken to bringing you a bouquet on Sunday mornings. Nothing overly fancy— sometimes roses, sometimes lilies, sometimes just a single daisy. “Penelope helped with the resin.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you ran your fingers over the bowls. You’d never been one for flowers until Tara. But then, it was never really about the flowers. It was the messages she left with each bouquet.

Amaryllis— because you’re the most beautiful person I know, inside and out.

Hyacinth— because you keep me on my toes.

Hydrangea— because I’m so grateful to have you.

Sunflower— because I absolutely adore you.

You set the bowls on the coffee table and rose up on your knees, bringing your hands up to cradle Tara’s face. “I am so, so, so in love with you.” You leaned forward to press your mouths together, sighing into the softness of her lips and the warmth of her love. She cupped a hand under your chin to change the angle, deepening the kiss and pulling you just that little bit closer.

You pulled back from her mouth and dropped a kiss on her nose. She smiled softly at you as you settled back onto the floor in front of her. “Okay, your turn.”

“This better not be a pair of those shorts with the ruching on the ass crack,” Tara warned, delicately sliding her finger underneath the edge of the paper.

“This one isn’t,” you assured her. You huffed out a laugh. “Oh my god, just rip it. My wrapping is horrific anyway.”

She gave you a look. “I like to take my time. Enjoy it.” You could feel your cheeks heating up as you watched her deft fingers carefully dismantling the wrapping. She smiled a little at your quiet hum, setting the paper neatly aside and running her fingers over the front of the book in her lap.

It was a leather bound book, about an inch thick, the word Recipes hand lettered in gold ink across the front. Tara opened the cover and looked over the table of contents, realization slowly dawning on her face.

“Your dad helped me out. It took a couple of FaceTime dates to help him figure out how to make the photocopies,” you laughed, a little nervous. The shock on her face was transparent, and you hoped you hadn’t overstepped on your first Christmas together.

There were dozens of recipes listed: Grandma T’s sweet potato pie; Thelma’s black eyed peas; Albert’s rib and roast sauce... Tara turned to the page for Robin’s macaroni and cheese, and her eyes drifted across the page. She traced along the curves of her mother’s handwriting. She looked at you then, eyes wet but mouth turned up in the sweetest smile. “C’mere.”

You shifted back up onto your knees, and Tara pulled you into a tight hug. She tucked her head over your shoulder and sighed into your hair. You rubbed your hands across her back and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

“I love you,” Tara mumbled into your shoulder. “So much.”

“I love you, too.” You squeezed her extra tight. “Merry Christmas, Tara.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” She released you from the hug and quickly swiped underneath her eyes. She cleared her throat. “So, are the shorts for you or for me?”

You threw your head back in a loud laugh before crawling back over to the tree, only exaggerating the swing of your hips a little bit. “Well, you’ve got the better ass, but…” You looked over your shoulder as you retrieved the sloppily wrapped gift.

Tara leaned back and tilted her head, eyes on the other ass in question. “I strongly disagree.”

You gave her one more wiggle for good measure, and then tossed her the package. “I guess we can open one more tonight.”

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[pynkhues]

C&C prompts!!!!! someone is sick?? preferably someone who is a horrific patient and it's early enough in that the whole little family unit is still trying to find their footing together and the whole thing's a mess???

Attempting this challenge has been a real reminder that I am no good at short things, haha, but look! 2k isn’t too bad for me????? 

(I hope you like it 😘)

Set in The Center & Circumference Universe.

(Early in the relationship, as requested ;-))

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It goes like this:

Elizabeth sneezes.

She sneezes and it ain’t some cute little ladylike nothin’ sneeze neither. It’s some loud, fucked-up-sinus, mucous-mouthed thing that echoes around the warehouse and makes everyone stop working, and shit, even Demon looks taken aback. Rio bites his tongue, gaze sliding from him back to Elizabeth, who suddenly stands up taller to meet his look, squares her shoulders, and he has the sudden, vivid memory of Jane doing this at the foot of their bed last week.

“What?”

And yeah, Jane had said that too.

Elizabeth though, she’s got this indignant edge to her voice that means she’s getting defensive, like her hair ain’t frizzing at her sweaty temples, like her skin ain’t flushed, peaked, her eyes ain’t starting to water, and he’d known it this morning before she’d left ahead of him for school run, but okay - - maybe he’d let himself believe her. Maybe he’d let her bat those baby blues at him, let her distract him by leaving the top couple of buttons undone on her ugly floral blouse so he could see the flushed curve of her breast, let her tell him - -

Rio works his jaw, huffs out a breath.

“You said you were good.”

“I am good,” she says right away, voice a little too loud, like he won’t hear the hoarseness that way and when Rio squints at her, she flails out a wobbly hand. “It’s allergies.”

He pops an eyebrow at that.

“In July?”

Behind him, Demon snorts on a laugh, and he sees Elizabeth’s focus snap to him, her own jaw rock, the flush at her cheeks deepening. She shifts her weight, side-to-side, and that ain’t good either, because she looks halfway to wobbling too far and topplin’ over, but still, she blinks.

Takes too long to blink.

Like her eyes close and she doesn’t entirely wanna reopen them.

She does though, just enough to glare.

“Not all allergies are seasonal,” she says, and her voice cracks a little at the end, and he can see it – how much she needs to sit down, and he’s of half a mind to get her arm over his shoulder and drag her over to a seat, but also is she really tryna play him like this?

It’s the latter thought that wins out, because - - whatever. He’ll catch her if she passes out.  

“So it ain’t got nothin’ to do with last week?” he asks, and shit, it’s like some game of chicken, because Elizabeth firms her look, wets her lips, tilts up her chin.  

“I’d tell you if it was.”

And this has pretty clearly proven she wouldn’t, but still, Rio rolls his shoulders back, and turns on his heel, starts walking again to the meeting room in the back where they’re supposed to be hearing a pitch from some new associate, because fine, if this is what they’re doing, it ain’t no skin off his nose. And okay, maybe they set up in the meeting and he spends most of the time watching her, because her skin’s less flushed now and more paper pale, and maybe she wobbles a little in her seat as she trains glazed eyes on the kid pitchin’ them the idea for smugglin’ hormone pills to Cleveland across Lake Erie, and maybe she tries to subtly swipe at her damp forehead as she curls her hair behind her ears and maybe he can hear her swallowing coughs, and maybe he should’ve taken her home before she passed out, but, y’know, he said he’d catch her, and he did, so he can’t really be faulted for that.

 *

 Last week went something like this:

Danny sneezed.

Danny sneezed then Jane sneezed then Emma, Marcus, Kenny, and Rio was vaguely reminded of sitting in front of the TV and watching A Christmas Carol as a kid himself, seeing the ghost of Christmas past, present, future in symptoms across the five of them while he and Elizabeth both wrangled tissue boxes and kiddie aspirin, cough syrup and glassy eyed tears over Frozen, Frozen 2, Wreck It Ralph, Frozen, Moana, Frozen, Zooptopia, Moana, Frozen.

(He might have thrown the bluray of that fuckin’ movie out before Annie came over with extra supplies and cooingly installed Disney+ on their TV, and shit, he’s had a lot of reasons to kill her before, but they all pale in comparison).

And okay, maybe it was a thing, because they were still pretty new to all of this and Rio didn’t need to be as good at math as he was to know that handlin’ five sick kids was gonna be worse than one, but still. He doesn’t think he’ll ever feel as close to burnin’ a house down as he did tryna handle three sobbing, snuffling kids at once, and they’d gotten well and the handover had happened and he’d maybe never been happier to give a mostly-better Marcus back to Laura and see the rest of them (also mostly-better) off to Elizabeth’s dumbass ex, and piling into bed after.

Him and Elizabeth hadn’t even fucked, they’d just collapsed back onto the mattress and looked at each other.

“If you get sick, I’m leaving you.”

He can’t remember which one of them said it.

 *

 It goes something like this:

Elizabeth sneezes.

Elizabeth sneezes and Rio throws a tissue box at her bedridden form as he works on his laptop in the reading chair in the corner, his own legs propped up on the ottoman he’s dragged up from the living room, as he works on the specs for the associate’s Cleveland pitch.

“Your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired, you know that?” she asks him, nose so blocked at this point her voice comes out somehow both hoarse and reedy, and Rio glances up at her over the top of his laptop, biting back a grin.

Thing is, she really does look like hell. The bags beneath her eyes are so purple they almost look like bruises, her skin so pale it’s almost translucent. He’d managed to get her into her favourite, ugliest pyjamas when he’d hauled her back into the house, and she looks comfy, between them and the approximately 800 blankets she’d demanded he pull out to cover her.

She’d sweat the fever out pretty quick, and he’d made awkward but proficient work of takin’ care of her – wiping her brow, feedin’ her flu medicine, and making thin, tasteless soup he somehow hadn’t managed to completely fuck up (then again, the only ingredients had been stock, salt and slivered vegetables) – and hours had gone by and she’d slept and glowered and offered frail excuses, and now - -

Well.

“Ain’t what you said last night,” he hums, clicking through the spreadsheet, and he feels more than sees Elizabeth’s eyeroll in reply.

“I said bedside manner, not - - in-bed manner,” she sniffs, before pulling out a tissue and blowing her nose, and Rio glances up at her red cheeks and wet eyelashes and grins.

“Figured what we did counted more as bed-side.”

And maybe it was semantics, but whatever. It was fun in the moment of it, rememberin’ both their toes curled in this carpet, her body bent like an L atop their sheets, ass up towards him, and - -

“Bed-over,” Elizabeth corrects, and it surprises him enough that Rio barks on a laugh, glancing up at her again, grinning when he spots the subdued but still-a-little-playful look in her eye.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that, huh?”

The look on her face is as close to affectionate as she ever gets, and he shifts a little in his seat, feels himself warm beneath it, as she flops back into their pillows, still snuffling. He can pretty much smell the sweat on them at this point, and he wonders vaguely if he can change the sheets before he slips in tonight, because shit, they are damp, and he’s spent enough time hovering over the kids’ feverishly moist beds over the last week to like the idea of somethin’ a little crisper, when Elizabeth suddenly says:

“You stayed though. So that’s - - you know. That’s some sort of bedside manner.”

His gaze darts up, takes in her pink, mottled cheeks, her crooked nose, her dimpled chin, and her voice was high. Light and airy in that way she ain’t, and there’s a knot between his shoulders when he shrugs.

“Well, we got a mortgage now,” he drawls, eyes skirting back down to the spreadsheet on his laptop screen but not taking any of the figures in.

“A big one,” Elizabeth agrees, like they don’t both know they’ve paid it outright, and Rio hums, willing her complicity in the moment of it, because fuck, if that ain’t just - -

Easier.

And he can’t really think about what that means, not really, but maybe he doesn’t have to, because suddenly Elizabeth says:

“I bet you’re terrible when you’re sick.”

Rio jerks his head up, eyebrows raised, and Elizabeth snuffles, closing her eyes briefly, shuffling back into their pillows. The air around her is thick, her body tired, slumped, but glowing with the sheen of her fevered sweat. He wets his lips, works his jaw, meets her eye.

“You’re probably like the - - the poster child for man flu,” she adds, which is a little rich comin’ from the woman who passed out halfway through a meeting. Rio arches an eyebrow back at her, and somewhere in the pocket of his jeans, his cell buzzes. Somewhere outside of here, he can hear afternoon traffic and a neighbour yell. He can hear a lot of things, but he can’t see anything that ain’t Elizabeth, awkward and beautiful and a straight up fuckin’ mess, sprawled out in their bed.

“You talk to every man who takes care of you that way, or just me, huh?”

And her head jerks at that, neck forcing at an odd angle, shoulder shoving up to suffocate the pillow against the bedhead.

“All of them,” she decides after a moment, and Rio snorts on a laugh, closing his laptop and putting it aside. The knot between his shoulders is settling, and he ain’t exactly taking in the specs anyway (he thinks the deal’s a no-go, but he figured lookin’ it over was the least he could do for the kid, given one of his potential bosses rolled out of her fuckin’ body halfway through his pitch), so he starts towards the bed, planning on folding in directly beside her, when Elizabeth shakes her head, pushing him gently away.

“No,” she says. “I’m not - - I - - ”

She’s fumbling for the words, and Rio looks at her, taking her in all over again, seeing the uncertainty not the set of her, and so he ignores her, returning her gentle shove with one of his own and lying down in their bed, and he can’t explain it. The feeling in his chest when she casts wide eyes at him.

“What?” he grunts, and she opens her mouth once, twice, says:

“I - - Dean - - ”

Her mouth clamps shut.

She stares at him, and Rio stares back, watching her mandible clench, her lips twitch, her bambi eyes blink. After a moment, she shakes her head, wriggles down in the bed.

“You’ll only have yourself to blame if you get sick.”

Rio snorts.

“Darlin’, we both know I probably already got it.”

She rolls her eyes then, but keeps wriggling down until they’re eye level again, and Rio leans over, just enough to hook a finger beneath her chin, flick it up over the dimple there, and he watches as her tired eyes glaze over or - - maybe not. Maybe they’re just overtaken somehow. By somethin’ that just makes her look at him in a way he still ain’t used to. Naked almost, open and tired and warm.

“Probably,” she agrees quietly, and she turns into him. Rio’s fingers lift from her chin to brush over her wet lips.

“’Sides,” he tells her. “Where else would I wanna sleep?”

Like they don’t have at least five other bedrooms in this house.

Like there ain’t the promise of something warmer, cleaner, fresher, safer somewhere in this house, but he don’t want it.

This is his bed.

She’s his - -

“Fine,” she says, pointedly closing her eyes, and Rio does the same, and maybe he pretends he doesn’t notice the way she shuffles – ever so slightly – closer before they both fall asleep.

 *

 It goes something like this:

Rio sneezes.

Rio sneezes and Elizabeth fuckin’ laughs.

#beth x rio #my fic #the center and circumference #beth boland #rio #welcome to my ama #mego42

[betweenthepages]

Santa Tell Me; Dean Forester x Male! Reader (18+)

Requested by @winchesterzforever

Summary: For Christmas Dean dresses up in a santa costume, only it’s a lot more revealing. That, and he gifts you a vibrator. Enjoy.

Word count: 1590

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t that great, I didn’t really know how to go about this request 😭

The jingle of Christmas carols drifted in the background as you hung up the last few ornaments on the tree. You wanted everything ready for Dean since he was staying the night. You were a bit hesitant to make him travel his in the cold weather but he insisted on seeing you. You had everything planned tonight. You guys were gonna bake christmas cookies, give each other presents and watch movies all night long. His present was sitting on the dining table, wrapped in red paper with little candy canes on it. You thought long and hard about what to give him and you couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

The doorbell rang, signalling Dean was here. “Hey handsome.” You greeted. He let out a muffled ‘hi’ behind the big scarf he was wearing. You let him in quickly, not wanting him to freeze out there. “How was the trip?” You asked as he hung up his coat. “It was fine. Car almost broke down but I wasn’t gonna miss tonight.” He grinned. “Aw, I missed you.” You placed both your hands on his shoulders. “Now look up.” He was confused for a sec, but realisation set in when he gazed upwards and saw the mistletoe hanging on the door frame. “Well, isn’t that a coincidence. Come here you.” He brought you closer by the waist, pressing his cold lips against your warm ones. He felt like he could melt. He smiled into the kiss, squeezing your hips gently.

“So... Where did do you want me to put this?” He gestured to the present he was holding. “On the dining table. You should go get changed, I’ll get the ingredients ready.” You smiled, heading to the kitchen. You couldn’t contain your excitement wondering what he got you. His box was big, endless possibilities filling your mind of what it was. You’d have to be patient though. You knew you’d love anything he got you. Dean still hasn’t come out by the time everything was set and ready for baking. “Hey Dean, you ready yet?” You called, walking to the living room.

“Ho ho ho, what have we got here?” His voice startled you, and you swore on your life nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw when you turned around. Dean standing there, almost naked accept for a pair of red latex shorts which hardly left anything for the imagination. He was shirtless, accompanied by a Santa hat. You didn’t know whether to laugh out of how completely random this situation was, or drool over his exposed muscles. “Dean I- what is this? What are you wearing?” You blushed fifty shades of red, averting your eyes to avoid getting aroused from the sight.

“You don’t like it?” He asked. “It’s not that it’s just- surprising.” He came face to face with you, so you could feel his hot breath fanning your face. “You’re on the naughty list this year. You’ve been a very very bad boy.” He whispered, nipping your ear. Fuck it, might as well play along. “What are you gonna do, punish me?” His eyes darkened, the corners of his lips curling to a smirk. “That’s right, naughty sluts need discipline. But before we get to that, I think you should open you should open your present.” Now you were confused. “B-But we agreed to do it after-” he cut you off. “Are you disobeying me? My my my, already in so much trouble and you still choosing not to follow my orders. What am I going to do with you?” He snapped. “No, sorry.” You hung your head, walking to where the presents were stacked neatly.

With shaky fingers you undid the ribbon (which Dean made a mental note to save for later) and ripped the white wrapping paper, revealing the contents inside. You swore you wanted to die right there. It was a vibrator, of all things. Roughly 8 inches. “You see this?” Dean snatched it out of your hand, “This is gonna be in you all night. I chose the prettiest one for you, aren’t you gonna show me how grateful you are? Strip.” You flushed, discarding your clothes and undergarments, leaving you bare under gaze.

He took the lube that came with the vibrator and smeared it on his fingers, ready to prep you. “I-I’m stretched already. Wanted to be prepared for you.” His eyes widened. “Needy bitch. Always gotta be stuffed huh? Can’t go a day without needing needing something inside you. I appreciate you saving me the work though.” He smirked. He smeared some more lube on the vibrator and let you hold onto him, getting ready for the intrusion. “Ahh...” Your knees buckled, almost collapsing if it weren’t for Dean holding you up. God you were every man’s wet dream. Head thrown back, eyes closed letting out the cutest whimpers. He hadn’t even turned on the vibrations yet. The show was just beginning.

He start slow at first, the room was silent except for the soft buzzing noise and your hushed moans. He picked you up placed you on the couch, pressing the remote to turn up the intensity. Your eyes closed in pleasure, unaware of what Dean was doing until he grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head. Your eyes shot open when you felt a soft material wrap around your wrists. You tugged at your restraints, realising it was silky ribbon. You hadn’t tried bondage in bed yet, but you trusted him. You writhed in pleasure, oblivious as Dean slipped a cockring on you. He grabbed the vibrator, pushing it further inside until it was right up against your prostate. “T-Too much,” tears slipped down your face. Dean watched intently, ridding himself of his shorts dragging his hand up and down his length. “D-Dean I’m close.” You mewled, back arching. Dean turned the vibrator to the highest setting, watching you tense up from the pleasure.

“Dean I’m gonna- Dean?” Your eyes opened in confusion, tears blurring your vision. The vibrations were still going, but no orgasm. You looked down, catching the piece of metal around your base. “Wha- no. I wanna cum!” You whined, sobbing in frustration. “You cum when I tell you to.” He growled. “N-No fair...” He ignored your complaints, mouthing over a nipple and tweaking the other in his hand. You looked so beautiful tied up, the best present he could ask for.

He figured he’d teased you enough, taking off the cockring and turning off the vibrator. You sighed in relief. He lubed up his cock, almost leaking at the sight of your twitching hole. “You’ve been good, sweetheart. Good enough to deserve my cock.” Your eyes lit up at that, your neediness growing. “Yes, yes! Give me your cock please.” You begged. He does as you ask him, groaning at warmth enveloping him. “How’re you still so tight-” he gritted his teeth. You whined, trying to fuck yourself on his cock impatiently.

His hips snap up into your sweet heat, stabbing your prostate over and over. Being on edge previously, you weren’t sure if you could last long. Dean was having the same problem, you felt so fucking good it was hard to hold himself back. Your nails dragged down his back, which would surely leave marks for a week or two. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. He liked admiring them in the morning. It was like your way of claiming him.

Slowly, you felt the knot in your stomach come undone, and white rained down on your stomach. Dean kept thrusting, chasing his own high, making you whine from the overstimulation. You sighed, feeling his warm semen being released inside of you. He pullled out carefully, undoing your restraints and pecking you on the forehead. He left momentarily to get some tissues and a plug so you wouldn’t get the couch dirty.

After you two cleaned and dressed, you sat by the fireplace, you curled up in his arms as he rubbed your shoulder lovingly. “So... am I on the good list now?” You giggled. “Definitely.” He smirked. “That was so... unexpected. It was fun, but where on earth did you get that outfit?” He the question flustered him, and he averted his eyes in embarrassment. “Um, a sex shop. Same place I got the vibrator. It was meant to be a joke but I got little too into it.” He chuckled. “A little?” You raised an eyebrow. “I liked the present though. I think I’m gonna use it a lot.” You winked. “Glad you like it, (Y/N). But that wasn’t my real gift to you.” He smiled. “There’s more?” He pulled out a little box from his pocket, placing it in your hand.

Inside was a golden heart-shaped locket, with the letter D engraved on it. “I’ve got a matching one.” He held up one that looked indentical, except it had your initials instead. “Aw Dean, that’s so sweet!” You practically pounced on him, wrapping your small frame around his big one. “Glad you like it baby.” He laughed, before turning serious. “But (Y/N), you’re the best christmas present I could ask for. I love you so much.” His voice was genuine and his eyes tender. “I love you too Dean.” You were happy. So, so happy. “We never got around to the cookies though.” You pouted. “The nights still young, babyboy. We’ve got time.” You hummed, stroking his face with your fingertips. “Later. Let’s cuddle for now.” Dean was more than happy to oblige.

[samsexualdeancurious]

Boy Shorts (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1,743

Summary: The reader has an after-dinner surprise for Sam

Warnings: nipple play, implied further smut

Betaed by @manawhaat

Written for @saxxxology for her February 2020 Angel fic

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The crinkle of the red tissue paper is soft but still feels like a jet engine in the quiet of the dimly-lit bedroom. You carefully peel back the paper, biting your lower lip as the contents of the classy black box are revealed - a pair of boy shorts, a bralette, and matching robe, all  made of soft burgundy silk edged with black lace.

You really hope Sam likes it.

“Y/N?”

You quickly refold the tissue paper and put the lid on the box before shoving it under the bed, behind your shoes where you know Sam definitely won’t look.

“Yeah?” you call back, opening the bedroom door and poking your head out.

Sam is coming down the hall, looking like sex on legs in his gym shorts and plain grey t-shirt. It’s not a look you ever appreciated on a man but then you saw it on Sam and now it’s one of your favorites, especially now. He’s clearly post-workout, shirt clinging to him in all the best ways and skin shining with sweat under the hallway lights. He has his hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few wayward strands escaping to cling to his face.

“I’m gonna go jump in the shower,” he says as he reaches you, leaning down to kiss you softly. “Wanna join me?”

You laugh, brushing an errant strand of hair off his forehead. “Save water?”

He grins, wicked and mischievous. “Of course.”

You laugh, shaking your head fondly, and allow him to lead you down the hall.

--

Friday comes too soon and not soon enough, and starts out perfectly with breakfast in bed provided by Sam. There are few things you love more than cuddling up against his side, especially if there’s food involved. Sam’s not a professional chef by any means but he’s great at breakfast foods.

The day is a lazy one, morning and early afternoon spent lounging around the bunker together. Dean is out celebrating “unattached drifter Christmas” and Cas took Jack on a minor hunt to give you and Sam space for the day. You don’t really need it - you end up snuggled together in the “Dean Cave” and watching the first Harry Potter movie. Far from the most romantic thing you could be doing but you don’t mind. It’s been so busy lately with back to back hunts, and it’s nice to just spend time with Sam.

“Hey,” Sam murmurs as the credits start to roll, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “I, um. I might’ve made dinner plans for us.”

You smile, turning your head to catch his lips in a soft kiss. “Dinner plans, huh? Good thing I made after-dinner plans, then.”

He lifts an eyebrow at you. “After dinner plans?”

“Shh.” You kiss him again. “Don’t ask me to spoil your surprise. Where are we going for dinner?”

“That new Italian place.”

“So, wear a dress?”

He smiles, forehead resting against yours. “Not if you don’t want to but the dress code is nicer so you should probably keep that in mind.”

You laugh, gently shoving him away. “I’ll go get changed.”

--

Sam wears his best suit, the one that perfectly highlights both his shoulder-to-waist ratio and his impossibly long legs. The sight of him standing in the library waiting for you was almost enough for you to forgo dinner all together and skip right to the after-dinner plans but you manage to keep yourself under control and it’s worth it to have Sam tripping over his words when he sees you in your favorite new dress, hair perfectly styled and just the right amount of makeup on.

“How’d I get so lucky?” he inquires, reaching out to settle his hands on your waist.

“Must’ve done something right,” you reply with a grin. “Take me to dinner, Sam?”

He does exactly that and is a perfect gentleman the whole night, treating you like a princess - or a queen. It feels like it’s been forever since you’ve been able to go out, just the two of you, and it’s been even longer since you’ve gone anywhere nicer than a bar or diner. In general, the hunting life does not lend itself to having regular date nights, let alone nice ones.

Still, you can’t wait to get home. You’re not wearing Sam’s surprise yet - it doesn’t really work under dresses - but you can just imagine the soft touch of the silk on your skin, the way he’ll settle his hands on your waist, the bright way he’ll look at you.

You crash back into the bunker, lips locked as you make your way through the garage, down the stairs, across the war room, and into the library. Sam’s body is huge against your own - all lean, powerful muscle and huge hands that immediately start pulling at your close. He lets out a needy whine when you push him away.

“Patience,” you chuckle. “After dinner surprise, remember?”

His eyes are wild but he allows you to seat him in one of the library chairs after you turn it to face away from the table and the entrance to the hallways.

“Sit here,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him softly. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Sam groans but nods and you hurry down the halls to your shared bedroom. The box is exactly where you left it, tucked neatly behind your shoes, and you set it on the end of the bed before you take off your clothes. As soon as you’re naked, you open the box and carefully lift each item from its tissue paper bed.

He’s going to love this.

--

Sam is exactly where you left him, waiting patiently with his back to you. You could do this in your bedroom but Sam’s been whispering about fucking you in the library for months now, and tonight, with everyone away, is the perfect night for it.

“Don’t move,” you call to him, stepping carefully onto the hardwood of the library so your heels don’t make too much noise.

Sam jumps, startled but obeys.

“Good boy.”

You cross to the table behind him and boost yourself up to sit on the edge, arranging your robe so the right amount of everything is revealed and crossing your legs before you lean back on your hands.

“Sam,” you say softly when you’re ready. “C’mere, baby.”

He hesitates a moment before looking over his shoulder. The minute his eyes land on you, his breath catches in his throat.

“Y/N,” he breathes, scrambling to his feet and across the room. “Fuck, baby, you…” he comes to a stop right in front of you, hands reaching to just skim over your shoulders and down your arms. “Oh, my god.”

Your cheeks burn and you duck your head shyly, grinning. “You like it?”

“Like it?” His hands come up to rest on either side of your neck, drawing you into a soft kiss. “Babe, you look fucking gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?”

He kisses you again, slow and passionate, before dropping his hands to your waist.

"Bedroom?" Sam asks, fingers playing with the tie of your robe.

"Why go all that way?" you reply, your own fingers beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. "I think this table should be sturdy enough."

His eyes light up. "Really?"

You stretch up to kiss him and whisper, "I want you to fuck me right here, baby."

Sam groans and shifts closer. You uncross your legs, allowing him to fit his hips between your thighs, and shove his jacket and shirt off his shoulders at the same time. He tosses them over the back of the chair without looking and then his hands are on you, long fingers gliding over the soft fabric of your robe and inching their way up your thighs as he captures your lips with his own. You can’t help a soft sound when his fingertips slip under the lace that edges your boy shorts.

“Yeah,” Sam whispers, hands jumping to the belt of your robe and using it to draw you closer to him with a playful tug. “Gonna treat you right, baby.”

“Always do.” You shrug the robe off when he pushes it off your shoulders, allowing the fabric to pool around you on the table.

He hums in agreement, nose bumping against yours.

“You’re never gonna get around to fucking me at this rate” you tease.

“Just savoring this,” Sam replies, fingers playing along the bottom edge of your bra. “Savoring you.”

Warmth swells in your chest and you push your hands into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. C’mon.” You hook your legs around his thighs, grinding your lower body against his. “I need you.”

Sam growls low in his chest and pushes you to lay back on the table even as his mouth begins traveling down the side of your neck. You go easy, arching your spine and tipping your head back in invitation. Sam growls again, a sound that goes straight to your clit and makes you throb. His teeth find your collarbone, nibbling a mark there, before he follows one thin bra strap down to where lace rests against the curve of your breast.

He lingers there a moment, kissing softly along the edge. His hands have settled on your waist and now they’re creeping under the lace there, fingertips brushing along the underside of your breasts.

“Can I?” he asks, lifting his head a little to meet your gaze.

You nod and he pushes the bra up. It bunches under your armpits and you lift your arms so he can take it all the way off but he stops there, shifting his attention to carefully tonguing one nipple. You whine, squirming underneath him, and feel him smile against your skin.

Sam’s hands drift downward now, staying on top of your boy shorts as one makes its way between your legs. He cups your mound through the fabric, positioning the heel of his hand so you have something to grind up against.

“Sam,” you moan, fingernails digging into his shoulders as you take full advantage of his hand placement. “Please.”

He smirks, turning his head to give your other breast the same amount of attention. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“Want - oh, fuck, yes - want your cock. Please.”

Sam groans and lifts up to kiss you. “Since you asked so nicely.”

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Don’t Wanna Lose Your Love Tonight (Crystal x Gigi Fanfic) - One Shot

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[A/N: So I am pretty sure I am not the only one blown away by Gigi Goode’s gorgeous video earlier. 

This made me write a CryGi one shot/smut for you all. 

I was also somehow inspired by One More Chance, a Filipino romance film but it was just one scene from it. 

I also included the AO3 link if you wanna leave a comment or kudos or something. 

Oh. Hi DGFC! I just wanna say I love you all.

Anyway, here it goes. 

WARNING: There’s some ice play involved. Let them be kinky.] Synopsis: She gently bit on to the ice cube, slightly biting onto Crystal’s lips as well before she pulled away and crashing the ice between her teeth, letting the pieces melt in her mouth. “I swear you would have regretted letting me go tonight.” 

Don’t Want To Lose Your Love Tonight

  The sound of keys shaking echoed into the hallway as a tall ginger-haired girl nervously entered the apartment. She closed the door behind her and looked around the area, her eyes trying to memorize every nook and corner of the place she once considered her home. The place were once filled with memories that she and her girlfriend shared through the years that they have been together.

Gigi let out a deep sigh as she brushed her long fingers along her ginger mullet, picking up an empty box lying around before going to the bedroom, taking a few decorations and items she owned. She looked at the fake flower in the middle of the night stand. It was the first rose she received from Crystal back in their college days. It was the first Valentine’s Day they have spent together and the young couple back then promised to each other that they will love each other until the plastic rose died. The ginger rolled her eyes with a big smile on her face as she remember the cheesiness and sweet words they have exchanged. It surely was cringe-y but it was her girlfriend’s way to show her love. She didn’t mind at all.

The door swung open and was shut, a shorter, brunette girl entered the apartment, slowly walking to the bedroom as she noticed Gigi picking up her clothes and putting it inside her suitcase. “Where are you going? What do you think you are doing?” She tried to grab the pile of clothes from her hand but was shoved away.

She was brushed off by Gigi, tears in her eyes, as she packed away her things. “Let go of me. I’m busy. Don’t touch me.” Her bitchy voice echoed the small place but Crystal wasn’t taken aback. She was used to this girl and her twelve different personalities after living with her for several years already. She watched her pack away her clothes, snatching a black lace lingerie from the girl.

“Don’t take this, leave this with me. You know that this is my favourite suit of yours, other than your birthday suit.” Instead of a smirk that she expected from the girl, Crystal just heard a grunt from Gigi before leaving her to go their bathroom.

She picked up every bottle that she owned, her makeup and skin care products before walking back to the room and dropping it inside her luggage. Crystal followed her tracks, watching her as she picked up her toothbrush and a few pictures they hanged on the bathroom mirror. “No no, I bought that toothbrush. That means it’s mine.” Angrily, Gigi returned it to the glass holder before facing the shorter girl and showing pictures of herself.

“I suppose I could take these. These are my pictures.”

“I’m the one who paid for them to be printed out.” Gigi was starting to find her annoying as she watched over her packing away her stuff. She shoved her pictures on the other’s chest before rushing back to the room. “Ouch, my boob.”

Crystal looked at the photograph of the smiling Gigi, a very different one from what she was seeing right now. It was a candid picture she took when they had a picnic by the lake, back when they were just mere students, which she accounted as one of her favourite dates they ever had. It surely was a fantastic day for both of them, Crystal remembered, as she reminisced the first time they confessed and exchanged their “I love you”s. It was truly a memorable one and Crystal was not yet ready to let go of that memory. She pasted the picture of the girl she loved the most back to the mirror before following her to their, her room.

She saw Gigi standing on top of their bed and was about to grab the sketch of the house they both dreamed of having one day. Crystal was just teasing her earlier, with the toothbrush and the lingerie she wanted to keep, but this drawing, this dream, she can’t have her take it away from her. It was one of the things she truly cherished and hold on to. She was not ready to let it go.

The shorter girl immediately ran up the bed and held on to the frame. “No. Not this one. This is mine.” She said with a slight lump on her throat.

“But I made this. This is mine, Crys.” Gigi fought back, grabbing the frame and tried to snatch it out of the other girl. However, Crystal was strong. She was determined to keep that gift from her.

“This was a gift. You gave me this on our third anniversary. You can’t just take it back. This means so much to me. You do.” She was not afraid to be vulnerable towards the other lady. When she decided she wanted to be with her for as long as she can, for as long as she lived, she was sure to put her walls down and just be completely her around Gigi.

Gigi was furious. She jumped out of the bed, screaming. “Ugh. Everything is yours. Even when we are breaking up, you’ll still be the one who gets to decide. When will I get to decide, huh? Why does it always have to be you, you, and you?” She stormed out of the room and went to the living room to grab some ornaments and other framed pictures that belonged to her. She tiptoed to reach the top shelf of their book case to reach the photographs of her in Crystal’s apartment. It hadn’t been touched in a while and so dust have collected around it. That made Gigi let out a cute little sneeze.

“I love you.” Crystal unknowingly blurted out as she was watching her from the door when she heard the sneeze coming from Gigi.

As if she developed a reflex, the taller girl immediately replied, “I love you too.”

The brunette girl couldn’t help but smile, it was one of the many things she found adorable about her girl. She walked closer to her, bended down to reach the tissue box on top near the edge of the coffee table. Her eyes were too focused on getting the box that she didn’t notice another figure bending down to reach it. The taller girl was trying to get it, she was paused in her track as she noticed the other girl’s face approached closer to her. She stared at her, mesmerized by her charm as if it was the first time she have seen her face. Her hand missed the box, accidentally tipping it and letting it fall to the floor.

Crystal bent lower to pick it up, not seeing the glass table on her way, bumping her forehead against the corner of the coffee table. A loud groan echoed the living room as Crystal dropped to the floor and pressed her palm on her forehead. “Fuck.”

The taller girl panicked, anger slowly fading away from her body, as she watched her girl winced in pain. She quickly ran to the kitchen and brought some ice from the fridge, putting it on a bowl. She grabbed a paper towel and hurried back to where Crystal was. She settled herself on the floor beside her, wrapping a few ice cubes with paper towel. “Let go of it.” She swatted her hand away from her forehead, seeing a slight pinkish bump on the other girl’s skin. “Oh no, Crys. This is gonna be a little bit painful.”

Crystal watched as she was being taken care of by her girlfriend. It made the corner of her lips turn up into a smile as she let her press the ice cubes against her forehead. “Ah.” She flinched as the coldness of the ice touched her. It was contrasted by the warmth of Gigi’s skin against her cheek as she held her face, trying to comfort her from the pain of the bump. Looking up at her, her face inches away, made her sure that it would take a really long time for her to get over this girl. Or maybe never. She considered her as her home. They both were comfortable with each other, too comfortable that they were just their true selves around each other. They were each other’s person. It had been that way. Changing it after years would make a real difference and impact in both of their lives.

“I can’t let you go yet.” The shorter girl whispered as she continued staring at the girl’s face above her. She took in a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent. “I will miss you.”

“Remember, you were the one who wanted to leave me? You told me that in the middle of that fuc-“ Tears started welling up in Gigi’s eyes as she looked at the girl underneath her straight into her dark orbs.

“I’m sorry, Geege. Please stay.” Her hand reached to cup her cheek, caressing her soft skin.

“Not because I’m helping you with your bump, it means things are okay between us.” Gigi pushed herself away, letting the ice cubes fall on Crystal’s shirt, soaking it wet.

“Oh shit, that’s too cold.” The shorter immediately unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her ample breast which were covered by a white lace brassiere that Gigi loved against her tan skin.  Her eyes traced on the other girl’s skin, making her gulp the lump forming on her throat.

“Go get some fresh clothes, Crys. You’re gonna get sick.” The other girl moved closer to her, her arms snaking around her tiny waist to pull her girl closer. Gigi immediately pushed her away, her eyebrows furrowed on her forehead.

“Stop. You’re not yet forgiven. Plus, you said you’re the one breaking up with me.”

“You know I never meant it, Gee. Please come here, I need a hug.” She tried to pull the ginger-haired girl closer to her which was rejected once again.

“Crystal, stop it. I’m serious. If you won’t stop…” Gigi looked around the area, trying to get an idea of what she was going to use as a warning for Crystal. She saw the bowl of ice that she got for her for her bump. “I will throw all these ice on you.”

The other girl smirked at the idea. She looked at Gigi and leaned her face closer to her, jerking an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? You know how much I love it when you use ice.” To tease her further, she took one ice cube and put it in between her teeth, looking suggestively towards the taller girl.

“I hate you.” Gigi stood up, pushing the girl towards the ground before walking back to the kitchen to fill in the ice cube tray. She stood by the counter, holding the almost empty tray when she felt a figure standing behind her, a hand pressed against her petite hip as the figure leaned closer to her, the other hand brushing her ginger mullet to the side. She slightly jumped in surprise as she felt the tip of the cold ice cube on the base of her neck, a shiver running down her spine as goosebumps covered her skin. “What are you doing?!”

“Shh, baby. I know you like it.” Crystal traced the ice cube against her pale milky skin, turning it slightly into pink at the cold touch. Gigi was frozen on her place, closing her eyes as she let her head tilt to the side, giving Crystal access to her neck. The shorter girl closed the distance between their bodies, pressing her chest against Gigi’s back, the taller slightly rolling her hips against hers. She took a deep sigh before she put down the ice tray, facing her lover.

Gigi had her arms wrapped around the brunette’s neck, leaning down to close the gap between their faces. She gently bit on to the ice cube, slightly biting onto Crystal’s lips as well before she pulled away and crashing the ice between her teeth, letting the pieces melt in her mouth. “I swear you would have regretted letting me go tonight.”

The taller girl flipped their position, letting Crystal lean against the counter as she pushed herself against her. Her hands were on her thighs, lifting her up onto the counter as she let her hand reached to the ice tray to get the remaining cubes left that were unused. Her face was a few inches away from her, in which Crystal noticed and tried to close the distance but Gigi pulled away. “No.” The shorter girl let out a sigh of disbelief as she watch the other girl put the cold square in between her teeth.

Gigi leaned in to let the ice touch Crystal’s lips, before she trail it down onto her neck. The girl in her arms flinched at the touch, throwing her head as she arched her back exposing her almost-bare chest to the tall girl. The ginger smirked, her fingers tracing irregular lines on the sides of the other’s waist while she put the ice inside her mouth but not swallowing it. She planted kisses on the brunette’s skin, feeling her shiver under her touch.

The other girl took Gigi’s hand and placed it on top of her chest which the other ejected as she leaned closer to the counter for support. It made Crystal groan, rolling her eyes as the other teased her with the ice. She let a hand reached back on her own brassiere, letting it unhook freely as the white lace garment slipped off on her smooth skin, dropping onto the kitchen floor. Gigi glanced at the present in front of her, smirking before pulling out the ice in between her teeth once more.

The coldness touching her skin caused her heart to beat faster inside her chest. Gigi moved down, tracing the ice on the brunette’s bare chest, making circles around her nipples without touching them. The other let out a loud moan as she wrapped her legs around the taller girl’s waist, pulling her closer to her. The sounds coming from her lips were unending, perhaps it was getting louder from time to time, which was music to Gigi’s ears. She looked up to watch her girlfriend’s face before she moved down to let the tip of the ice touch Crystal’s nose ring, making the other girl whine at the coldness of the cube against the metal ring. “Fuck.”

Oh yes, that’s what I am planning to do. The ginger thought to herself, the smirking on her lips not disappearing, as she pressed the cube harder against Crystal’s nipple. The other melted against her touch, her knees trembling as low moans escaped her lips. Gigi didn’t waste a chance, she used her free hand to roam on her skin, finding its way towards her other breast. She massaged it gently, her thumb brushing up against the exposed nipple. The taller girl exhaled with a “mhm”, sending vibrations on Crystal’s pierced nipple.

Crystal used one hand to grasp on to Gigi’s ginger mullet, guiding her mouth where she wanted it to be, while the other hand reached for the buttons of her shirt, removing them one by one with shaky fingers. “You’re getting impatient, huh?” The ginger just let her, helping her remove her top before throwing it to the floor. She let go of the first nipple and went to the other, giving the same treatment with the use of the cold ice. After a while, she lifted her head up to meet eyes with her lover. Crystal closed in the distance, feeling the ice getting smaller against their tongues as they shared a rough and hungry kiss. Their lips moved in harmony against the other’s mouth, tongues fighting for dominance as they dance inside the space between their wet caverns.

With the extra strength brought to her by adrenaline, Gigi carried Crystal towards the bedroom, their lips still locked in each other’s kiss. The only time it was broken was when the ginger dropped the girl on top of the bed near the headboard before making her way outside the bedroom to get the bowl from the living room while removing whatever piece of clothing was left on her body. The shorter girl did the same, hiding under the covers as she removed her bottom clothing as well her underwear, pulling the sheets up to her chin as she waved the garment to the air, teasing Gigi who was standing by the door with the bowl of ice in hand. She placed it on the nightstand beside the bed, getting one piece of cube and swirling it against Crystal’s cheek, making the skin it touched redder.

Gigi positioned herself by the foot of the bed, laying down on her stomach as she dove under the sheets. She leaned her torso in between Crystal’s thighs, leaning closer to her bare chest. She continued what she was doing earlier in the kitchen, massaging the softness of her breast while letting the ice between her lips wonder on her skin. She shifted lower, the ice making its way to Crystal’s bare stomach. It made the girl underneath her arch her back because of the icy touch. She drew circles on her tummy, distracting her from the hand slowly coming in between Crystal’s thighs. Gigi felt the dampness down below, making her smirk once more as she looked up at the girl, meeting with her half-lidded eyes.

“I know. Just fuck me already.” Crystal groaned as she threw her head back, feeling the taller girl’s thumb rubbing against the area she needed most to be touched. The circles drawn on her belly button matched the ones on her inner thighs. “Gee.” The brunette moaned as she felt a finger being pushed inside her, sliding smoothly because of the pool of wetness she had. It didn’t take long before another finger found its way inside, thrusting in and out of her.

Gigi slid lower, placing her head between Crystal’s thighs as she traced the tip of the cube lower to her crotch before she pressed it against her spot, sending signals all over the other girl’s body. She winced and moaned and flinched, her knees wobbling underneath Gigi as she forced the ice harder against her skin, her digits curling up inside her as she continue to finger the brunette. All Gigi could hear was her name escaping Crystal’s lips, alongside with low moans as she continued to fuck the girl. She could feel the walls tightening around her fingers, letting her know how close she was to her climax. That made the ginger pull out her fingers, she placed the ice cube on Crystal’s belly button before placing her head back in between her thighs, her face inches away Crystal’s core.

“I’m watching you, love. If you keep on looking at my direction, I’m not gonna let you come.” That statement made Crystal whine, as she took another look under the sheets, gazing at the irresistible view of the ginger in between her legs. The taller girl pinched her plump lips, licking the tip of her fingers, having a taste of the shorter girl, her eyes locked on her gaze. “I’m serious. We have all night long to postpone it. Do you really want that or are you going to obey me?”

The brunette groaned in frustration before putting the covers on top of her, looking at the ceiling. As soon as she followed orders, Gigi pressed her wet muscle on Crystal’s core, making the other moan her name louder. She took the ice from the button and traced lines on her inner thigh as she darted her tongue inside her, tasting the wetness in between. She let out soft hums, sending another set of vibration to her girlfriend as she felt the other’s hand grasp on to her mullet once more. In just a matter of seconds, Crystal let out her loudest groan, her knees and back dropping on to the bed as she reached her climax. Gigi continued circling her tongue inside, letting the girl ride her high. She licked the outside clean, smirking at the sweet taste of her girlfriend.

The taller girl crawled beside her, still under the sheets. “Can I now look?” The ginger giggled before Crystal pulled the sheet on top of her head, seeing the girl gorgeously laying on top of the bed on her stomach, biting her forefingers as she stared at the brunette. “I love you, Gee.”

The ginger moved closer, closing the space between their faces as she kissed the girl, letting her have a taste of herself through her mouth. In no time, the brunette spun her around, hugging her from the back. Her lips trailed kisses down her long neck, her ginger hair brushing up against Crystal’s cheeks. Her hands were all over Gigi, cupping her breast, with her thumb and forefinger playing with her bare and sensitive nipples. Her free hand moved to the nightstand, grabbing an ice cube to return the favour to the other girl.

“How are you always so goode with everything, love? How do you want me to return the favour?” She whispered against her ear, her tongue licking her earlobes before moving back down again to her neck, sucking on her milky skin. The ice between her fingers reached Gigi’s chest, touching her nipple. It was sensitive to the touch, and the ice was no help at all. Soon after, Crystal heard her name escaping Gigi’s lips as she brushed the tip of the ice cube lightly against her perky breast.

“You are such a tease, Crys.” The lady in her arms groaned, her hand snaking its way down to the space between her legs. The brunette slapped the hand off of her skin, making the other groan louder. “What?”

“Who told you to touch yourself? The only one touching you tonight is me.” Crystal did reciprocated what Gigi did to her, her hand with the ice traced down to her stomach, making the taller girl flinch under her touch. She brushed it up against her smooth thighs, the touch of the coldness contrasting against the heat of the moment. “This is how you made me feel, darling.” She teased her entrance with the ice, making her shiver. Then, she let it touch her spot, holding it there using her thumb while she inserted her middle finger inside her, finger fucking her.

Crystal made sure to attend to her upper body needs, her other hand squeezing and playing with her breast, her lips leaving butterfly kisses on her pale neck. The girl was melting underneath her, which was the reaction she needed to see from her after all she had done for her that evening. She inserted another finger inside, making the other moan her name louder than she ever did.

The brunette pushed her on the bed, making her lie down on her stomach as she hovered on top of her. The finger didn’t stop, not for a second, as Crystal made her way down in between her thighs. She spread her legs wide open as she positioned herself in the middle, her lips making contact with her quacking thighs. The shorter girl placed her tongue against her core, pulling her fingers out to make space for wet muscle to enter her.

Gigi’s moans were getting louder, her fingers running through the mattress underneath her as she felt the girl fuck her with her tongue. She threw her head up to the air as she gripped onto the sheets, a familiar feeling at the pit of her stomach started to make its way. She knew she was close and she couldn’t wait to get there. Her hips moved closer and rolled against the brunette’s tongue, getting impatient and excited for her high. Crystal just smirked against her entrance as she continued to roam her insides with her tongue, tasting every inch of her walls.

Not long after, Gigi’s body started to tremble intensely before dropping motionlessly on the bed, only her chest moving up and down as she catch her breath. Crystal helped her, not even stopping her tongue as she thrusted it in and out until Gigi was all finished. Her hands found their way on the spaces beside her body, pulling her up to be face to face with her, her tongue never leaving her skin as she licked her way up. Gigi was numb yet at the same time very sensitive against Crystal’s touch. She laid down on her back, facing Crystal and placing her hand at the back of her head, pulling her down into a passionate kiss.

“That was hot.” Crystal whispered in the middle of their kiss, not leaving the other’s lips. Gigi rolled her eyes before she pulled her into another kiss, flipping them over so she would be the one on top. Her knees were still weak from the interaction earlier, making her fall on top of her. As she pulled away, she rested her head on Crystal’s chest, the other putting an arm underneath her neck for support.

The ginger looked up to her, meeting her eyes halfway. Her chest was still moving up and down, this time gradually become even in breathing, as she whispered. “Are you still going by your word from the restaurant? Are you still leaving me?”

“Hell no.” Crystal’s eyes furrowed on her forehead as she looked down at her girl. “Why? Were you seriously leaving me?”

“If you wanted me to even if I never wanted to.”

“You, tonight, convinced me further, if it’s even possible, to never let you go.”

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We’ve got scars on our future hearts (Jalex) - Chapter 1

Description: Alex dealt with self harm when he was younger, that's over now though- he's better, until he's not. Struggling with the idea of self harming as an adult Alex keeps the issue to himself, but living on a tour bus with your band there's only so long you can keep something a secret.

Warning: Contains graphic descriptions of self harm

It’s also available here on Wattpad, and you can find the masterlist here. 

Disclaimer: All self harm is valid self harm, all notions of 'real' self harm discussed in this fic come from a place of internal struggle.

Alex's POV

I flopped down on my bunk, exhausted from tonight's show- it was amazing, the crowd, the lights, I never get tired of it- looking out to the sea of smiling fans I'm always reminded how lucky I am to have made it like this. I couldn't ask for better band mates, the tour is going incredibly well, which is why it's just so hard to comprehend why I feel so down sometimes. It feels so selfish. There are people who have genuine problems who get up every day and get on with it and I'm sat here miserable for no good reason.

Pulling the curtain to my bunk closed I reach up to the little shelf and grab my sunglasses pouch, opening it and reaching into the little back pocket I sit and look at the small collection of blades. There's a couple I jimmied out of a pencil sharpener years ago and a new box cutter blade I brought the other week, I let out a tense breath as I pick it up and set it down on the duvet in front of me.

I struggled with self harm when I was younger, honestly I'm pretty sure with how the world is nowadays you'd be hard pushed to find someone that didn't at least think about it at that age. By younger I mean high school, your so-called glory days, even though it's only the privilege few who seem to get to actually enjoy it. It was never anything terrible- cat scratches really, yeah my thighs are absolutely riddled with scars but I can't remember ever cutting myself in a way that was any kind of impressive.

It got better after high school, All Time Low kicked off and I didn't even think about it for a while, kind of just forgot it was ever a thing- every now and then things got a bit too stressful and I'd return to it but I'd knock it off within a few days. I'm an adult, this isn't the way adults deal with their problems, it felt embarrassing to do it, childish.

I don't even remember what brought it back this time- I was alone on the bus one evening, a rare occurrence, and I just did it. I wasn't even particularly sad or angry, the urge just came out of nowhere and overwhelmed my mind. I never got rid of the blades from high school, they sat unused in an old sunglasses pouch for some glasses I hadn't picked up since high school either, so it was just too easy to go back to my bunk and slice up my thighs. I know I should have thrown them out, or not brought them with me, but a little part of my brain kept telling me at some point I'll relapse again and need them, and I guess it was right.

It wasn't anything awful that time either, three shallow cuts at the top of my thigh, on the clean scar-free skin I hadn't touched in my high school days. The clean up process was so familiar it was almost comforting, wiping up the blood, sticking on a bandage, pulling up my skinny jeans trying not to let them drag against it. I sat back down in the front lounge all too aware of the pain on my right thigh as Jack and Rian walked in, all smiles from meeting some fans. I plastered on a smile too and pretended everything was fine.

After blankly staring at the blade in front of my for what feels like forever I let out another tense breath and pick it up, pressing the sharp corner into the pad of my thumb, trying to find a reason for wanting to do this tonight. I can hear the guys' voices faintly from the front lounge, laughing about something; I think to myself for a moment that I could just put this away, I could go out there and laugh and have fun, I don't have to do this, but almost immediately the overwhelming urges drown those thoughts out.

I feel like I'm running on autopilot as I slip the blade into the back of my phone case, get out of my bunk and grab my towel from where it's hanging. Walking towards the front of the bus I crack open the door to the lounge, peeking my head around "Hey guys, I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick- was anyone waiting?" With only one shower on the bus and some venues not having any in the green room you can very quickly find yourself 5 deep in a queue to get clean after a show. My brain might be overrun with urges to slice my thighs open at the moment but I'm not about to be a queue-jumping asshole.

"Nah, you're all good" Jack pipes up from the couch, giving me a toothy grin that makes my stomach twist up. It's not that I feel guilty about them being sad or worried if they find out, it's the sheer embarrassment of it- this is something I did when I was younger and didn't know any better, it's not something you're meant to do as an adult. I can just imagine the looks of judgement if they ever saw, the mocking pity, I just couldn't do it.

After some sounds of agreement from the other guys, way more interested in whatever movie was on than who was in the shower, I shut the door and pick out a pair of joggers from my wardrobe as I head to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me I reach into the shower and turn it on, facing the shower head towards the wall. After shimmying out of my skinny jeans I put the toilet lid down and take a seat, pulling the blade out from the back of my phone case, balancing it on my thigh.

I bite at my bottom lip as I try to conjure up a reason for doing this again, coming up completely blank. My mind just feels like static at the moment and this is the only way I know how to stop it.

Fuck this is so stupid.

I pick up the blade and press the corner into my thigh, just below the ones from yesterday, slowly dragging it across my skin. The familiar pin prick pain lights up my thigh as I see little beads of blood start to form. Grabbing some toilet paper I wipe it away, repositioning my blade at the start of the cut again and going in for another swipe. I carry on like that for a little while- swipe, bleed, wipe, until there are 4 cuts, definitely not deep enough for any kind of medical attention, but deep enough to gape a bit.

I sit and admire them for a moment, I'm almost proud- the cuts now are so much deeper than they were in high school, they feel more like real self harm, but they still aren't deep enough. I press a clean piece of tissue to them to soak up the blood while I clean off the blade, drying it and slipping it back into my phone case. I pick up the paper and take another look, now the blood is wiped up I can see the 4 white lines, the gaping showing off the exposed dermis clearly.

Standing up I pick up all the bloodied tissues and throw them into the toilet, checking to see if I accidentally got any blood anywhere in the bathroom. Satisfied all the evidence of my sins is in the toilet bowl I step into the shower, mentally bracing myself for the stinging sensation that will come when I turn the shower head onto myself.

I stand under the stream for a while, having already showered earlier I don't feel the need to wash myself again, just wiping away any of the already dried blood on my thigh. I let the slightly-too-hot water burn my back as I press my forehead against the cool shower door, the shame starting to set in. At least my head feels clearer now, calmer.

I step out and dry off, grabbing the medical kit stashed under the sink and securing a bandage over the new cuts- trying to avoid placing the tape over the assortment of scabs already present. Throwing on the joggers and the t-shirt I came in with I flush the toilet and head back out to my bunk, making sure the curtain is shut firmly behind me before transferring the blade back to its rightful place.

I make my way to the front lounge, sitting myself down next to Jack who's sprawled out over one of the couches. Matt and Zack are sat on the floor, eyes glued to the TV, and Rian's taking up the other couch, half dozing off as he tries to follow the movie. I don't recognise it, and I don't bother to ask either, it looks like it's a fair way in and I hate being the person who keeps interrupting the movie to ask people to explain what's happening.

Instead I look to Jack, flashing him a quick smile which he promptly returns before turning back to the TV.

---

I'm not sure when I dozed off but it must've been a while ago because when I open my eyes it's just me and Jack in the lounge, and the TV has been switched off.

"Hey, sorry I didn't want to wake you, you looked so tired" I hear Jack say from above me- it's only now that I realise I've been lying with my head on his shoulder. Not that that matters, we've been best friends for years, we're ridiculously comfortable around each other.

I sit upright and shift to face him, leaning my elbow on the back of the couch, still a bit groggy "When did the others head to bed?" I ask.

"I dunno, maybe an hour ago?"

"Hmm," I hum, blinking away the fog of sleep and looking around.

"So two showers tonight, huh?" Jack asks, still looking down at his phone, mindlessly scrolling through twitter. I try to sus what he's getting at, my mind instantly jumping to 'he knows', I must have taken too long to respond because he looks away from his phone for a minute and gives me a slightly puzzled look "Lex?"

"Oh, yeah! Sweaty one, small venues are so nostalgic but damn do they get hot" I finally get out, playing off the delayed response as plain grogginess, laughing a bit. Jack chuckles and goes back to scrolling, I'd hoped nobody would've noticed I took two showers- I was one of the first back on the bus so I hopped in first right after the show, despite Jack's goofiness though he can be pretty observant sometimes. I push the question out of my mind as I stand up and stretch.

"I'm gonna head to bed, I'll catch you tomorrow" I say to Jack as I start walking towards the door.

"Night Lex" Jack calls back.

"Night Jack" I reply, shutting the door behind me and slipping into my bunk.

#fanfic #jalex #jalex fic #jalex fanfic #fanfiction #jalex fanfiction #bandfic #band fic #jalexfic #jalexfanfic #jalexfanfiction #all time low #alex gaskarth #jack barakat #rian dawson #zack merrick #all time low fanfic #wattpad #We've got scars on our future hearts

[crying-gay-tears]

Brighter Than the Sun Ch. 5

A night of silly fun before the end of the semester!

Full work

As a treat, here’s a playlist of all the songs they sang at karaoke!

It was a late autumn afternoon, a chilly wind sent leaves skipping across the pavement and shook the almost bare branches of the trees dotting the campus grounds. Another long day of classes had Gon walking home at the end of the day with tense shoulders and a slight headache. He was almost to his building when his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was an email from mail services telling him that a package had arrived and was waiting for him. He checked the time and had about 15 minutes before mail services closed for the day, so he quickly changed direction and headed towards the administration building.

He made it in the nick of time and walked home with the package under his arm and an extra spring in his step, excited to see what goodies awaited him. When he finally made it into his dorm, Killua was sitting on the couch surrounded by open text books and papers. He was holding his phone to his ear with one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. 

“Yes mom, I did that already. Yes. Gotoh emailed me the flight information this morning. No, I haven’t yet. Just get off my back, okay?! I’m in college now, I’m not a little kid. Well I don’t care! Fine, whatever. Yeah, I’ll see you then. Bye.” He sighed and hung up. 

“Jesus, that woman really knows how to get under my skin. I swear it’s like she lives to make my life more annoying.” 

Gon walked over to the couch, gently pushing some papers aside so he could sit.

“Everything okay?”

He cut his eyes to the side. “Yeah. Pretty sure she just wanted to be nosy and annoying, but making sure I had my shit together for winter break was a nice cover.”

Gon chuckled and shifted to get more comfortable, dropping his backpack to the floor and resting the package in his lap.

Killua scooped up some loose papers and closed the books in front of him, then stretched out on the couch. “What’s in the box?” 

Gon smiled, holding it in front of him like a prize. “It’s a care package from Aunt Mito!” He rested the box on the couch between them, peeling at the tape along the edges. 

It opened to reveal layers of tissue paper and an assortment of treats. Gon pulled out a card, tucked it into his backpack to read later, and then started unloading the rest of the box’s contents.  “Let’s see, there’s some fruit snacks, some gummy worms, two mangoes, a pack of pens--thank goddess I really needed those!-- some herbal tea and hot chocolate packets, and oooh! Yes!!!” He cheered, pulling a large foil wrapped rectangle out. “A loaf of her homemade banana bread, it’s my favorite!” He placed it on the coffee table and gave it a reverent pat before pulling the last item from the box. “And here, this is for you!” 

Killua paused, his expression unreadable. “For... me?”

“Of course! She wouldn’t just send me a bunch of stuff and leave you out!” 

“But...why--I-I mean...how...” he trailed off, at a loss for words. 

Gon just laughed cheerily “Of course I told her all about you! You’re my best friend!” 

A blush spread across Killua’s cheeks. Gon smiled and handed him a small metal tin. It was blue--his favorite color--and his name was scrawled across the lid in loopy cursive with a heart next to it.

Curious, Gon watched as he pulled the lid off. Inside was a chocolate robot surrounded by a dozen homemade chocolate chip cookies. Killua blinked, his eyes grew wide.

Gon stared at him, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Those are her famous cookies! They’re the best, and she only makes them for special occasions. You’re very lucky!’ His lips pulled into a sneaky grin. “I’ll trade you some banana bread for a cookie!”

Killua looked up from the tin in his lap. “Not a chance, Gon.”

He pouted. “But Killuaaaa! Please?!” 

“Uh-uh. She made these special and delicious cookies just for me! I simply cannot share them.” He bit into one and groaned happily.

Gon grinned, yep, those were definitely Mito’s famous cookies. He was so happy Killua got to taste them, if a little jealous that Mito didn’t send any extra for him. Before he could argue and beg for even just a bite, his phone went off in his pocket. He fished it out and had a text from Kurapika. Oh! He almost forgot!

“Killua, get dressed, we gotta go!”

He managed a “Huh?” around a mouthful of cookie.

“I’ve got fun plans tonight, and you’re coming!” He started packing things back into the box.

Killua swallowed. “What? Gon, what are you talking about? I’ve got stuff to do-”

Gon stood and held a finger to his lips, shushing him. “The cookies can wait, Killua, there’s fun to be had! Plus, I’ve been wanting to finally introduce you to some of the friends I’ve been telling you about!” 

Killua stuffed another cookie into his mouth and crossed his arms. He locked eyes with Gon and put on his best poker face. Gon stared right back, unwavering. 

Killua sighed. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”

Gon just giggled and skipped towards his room to get ready.

~~~~~~~~

The setting sun silhouetted the skyline of York New City, casting long shadows across the street. Killua shivered and wrapped his jacket tighter around his torso, the chill in the air raising goosebumps on his arms. They were walking down Main street, and though Gon assured him that they were almost to their destination, he still had no idea what that destination was. He opened his mouth to complain just as Gon came to a halt on the sidewalk.

“We’re here!”

Killua glanced up, YNC Karaoke Bar glowed above them in red neon letters.

“Gon, you’re joking, right?”

“Nope! It’s gonna be so much fun!” Gon poked his tongue out, and pulled open the door. 

With a sigh, Killua followed him inside. The bar was not at all what he was expecting. There was no stage anywhere, just a long hallway with lots of doors on either side. The bar itself was pretty small, a few people were in line to order drinks, and some lingered in the space around it. Music thumped through the air, but it was muffled and unintelligible. The walls were lined with old license plates and tall red lamps stood in every corner. 

Gon looked around for a moment and then his face lit up. “Kurapika!” He waved and made a beeline for the bar. Killua followed behind, watching as a man with shoulder length blonde hair waved in their direction. 

Gon skipped up to him and gave him a quick hug. The man, Kurapika, looked a little surprised by the contact, but smiled nonetheless. Gon was beaming. “Kurapika, this is my roommate Killua! Killua, this is my lab partner Kurapika!” He motioned between the two of them as he spoke, and Kurapika offered a hand which Killua shook. 

“Nice to meet you Killua, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Killua felt heat rise in his cheeks, but he managed a smile. “Likewise”

Gon looked around the room again. “Where’s Leorio?”

Kurapika motioned over his shoulder towards the bar. “He went to get some drinks from the b-”

“Oi! Gon!!” A loud voice bellowed from across the room, and a tall man with dark hair and glasses greeted them shortly after. 

“Leorio!” Gon launched forward into a hug, almost spilling the drinks in Leorio’s hands. 

Leorio just chucked. “It’s good to see you too! And who’s this?” He asked, voice still booming despite their proximity. He motioned to Killua. “Is this the one you talk about all the time? Killua, is it? It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Killua awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you too.” 

Gon was smiling like an idiot. “Killua, this is Leorio, Kurapika’s roommate!”

Kurapika’s side eye was sharp when he said “Yeah, I had a room to myself until someone got kicked out of their own dorm.”

Leorio laughed boisterously, sipping one of the drinks he was holding. “I didn’t get kicked out, I chose to leave for my own sanity, and the safety of my former roommate.”

Killua quirked an eyebrow. 

Kurapika rolled his eyes. “He punched his old roommate in the face, and the dean said he had to find a place off campus because all of the dorm rooms were full. Unfortunately, I had previously made the mistake of mentioning to Leorio that I managed to score a room to myself for the year.”

“It’s not my fault! Tonpa is an asshole, and needed to be put in his place!”

“Yes, and being the divine bringer of justice that you are, you sacrificed your own housing to do so.”

Leorio stuck his chin up, “I regret nothing.”

Kurapika sighed and rolled his eyes, Gon just chuckled. 

“So,” Killua started, shifting from foot to foot, “how do we, uh… what is this place?”

“Ah, yes!” Leorio handed a drink to Kurapika and motioned to the long hallway behind them. “Our room is reserved and our time slot starts in,” he glanced at the watch on his wrist, “shit, right now! Let’s go!”

They headed down the hallway and stopped at a door midway down on the left. It opened to reveal a dimly lit room with an L shaped leather couch against the wall.  Circles of rainbow colored lights shone on the walls and reflected in the disco ball turning slowly overhead. A karaoke machine was set up on a tiny stage in the front of the room, and tv screens hung in both corners over it. When they stepped inside a server showed up and greeted them. She handed them menus and showed them how to operate the karaoke machine. 

She left briefly and returned with sodas for Gon and Killua and some cheese fries for everyone, and then they were left alone to sing their hearts out. Well, Leorio and Gon sang their hearts out. Killua mostly laughed and recorded their performances while Kurapika heckled their dance moves. After a particularly rousing rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, they both flopped onto the couch, exhausted. 

Leorio chugged the rest of his drink. “Kurapika! I’m going to order another vodka cranberry, and then you’re gonna sing with me!” 

“Absolutely not, Leorio. Unlike you, I refuse to make a fool of myself.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll just keep buying you drinks until your ass is drunk enough to sing something.” Leorio teased and then poked his head out of the door to flag down their server. 

Sure enough, a few drinks later and Kurapika was standing up, mic in hand and singing.

“I got guns in my head and they won't go. Spirits in my head and they won't go...”

After a dramatic performance that Kurapika would later deny ever happened, he had a seat and switched to water for the rest of the night. 

Gon was midway through his performance of Wannabe by the Spice Girls, when he locked eyes with Killua who had been quietly singing along from his spot on the couch. Shit.

When the song wrapped, Gon walked up to him and grabbed his hands, trying to pull him up off the couch.

“Come sing with me Killua! I saw you singing along, you know you wanna try it!” 

Gon hadn’t been drinking, but he was still so excited and silly, the energy of the room and the songs clearly had him riled up. 

“Come on Killua!” Leorio urged. “If Kurapika can do it you sure as hell can!” He started chanting.  “Kil-lu-ah! Kil-lu-ah! Kil-lu-ah!” Gon immediately joined in, but it wasn’t until even Kurapika joined the rally that he finally gave in. 

Killua sighed. “Ugh, fine! I’ll sing a damn song with you. But only one, and no recording you bastards!” He looked pointedly at Kurapika who was already aiming his phone at the stage. 

Kurapika chuckled and tucked his phone back into his pocket, meanwhile Gon was already back at the karaoke machine picking the song they would sing. 

“Nothing cheesy Gon, I mean it!”

He laughed. “Just trust me Killua!”

The karaoke machine counted down from 5 and Gon quickly pulled Killua to his feet and up onto the stage. 

An upbeat riff played through the speakers and Gon took the first few lines while gazing directly into Killua’s eyes.

“Oh don’t you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. I said you’re holding back, she said shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said oh oh oh, shut up and dance with me!”  

Killua recognized the song immediately and sang the next few lines, letting the music drown out his nerves. 

“We were victims of the night. The chemical, physical, kryptonite. Helpless to the bass and the fading light, oh we were bound to get together, bound to get together!” 

They continued singing in earnest, jumping around to the beat and dancing together. As weird as it was to admit, Killua was actually having a great time. The room seemed to melt away and Gon kept grabbing his hands and pulling him in closer. The song was obviously a man singing to a woman, but the pronouns didn’t seem to matter to Gon as he serenaded Killua.

When the song came to a close Gon wrapped him in a hug as Leorio and Kurapika stood and cheered. They stepped off the stage and they all took their seats on the couch. 

“That was awesome you two! Hell yeah Killua! I’m glad you joined. Now that I’ve seen what you can do, you’ll never get away without singing! You either Kurapika!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Leorio. I’ve never sung a song at karaoke in my life. Nor will I ever.”

“Bullshit! If you think I’m letting this go you’ve got another thing coming! Gon as my witness!”

“We all saw you Kurapika, I’m pretty sure there’s even photo evidence…” Gon teased.

“What?! Destroy it!”

As their conversation dissolved into silly bickering, Killua just watched with a smile on his face. It was a surreal feeling, being welcomed by them all with open arms, and he was already so comfortable with them. It felt so...natural. Was this what true friendship felt like? 

College was seriously amazing so far. With a little space and freedom he’d found out more about himself, and now he’d found people that he could actually be himself around. It was a whole new world, so different from the one he’d known before. Was it real? Would it last? Could he really make his own way, be his own person and live his own life?  And was this what that life could be like?  Full of people that cared for him and made him feel happy and at peace? First the care package from Mito and now this? Looking around, it was like he was in a perfect bubble. 

And in two weeks, that bubble would burst, and he’d be back home, surrounded by his family. His real family who somehow felt a lot less like a family than the people he currently shared a booth with. 

Leorio raised his glass and called for a toast, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“To good beer, good friends, and a good life!” He declared, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. They all raised their glasses and toasted, Gon was giggling as if he were tipsy from his virgin shirley temple.

Kurapika smiled. “This was a great last hoorah before finals.”

Killua nodded in agreement, “Yeah I definitely needed this to help get me through all the boring reading.” 

“Finals?” Gon chirped, a confused look on his face. 

Killua quirked an eyebrow, “Yeah? They're starting next week?” Had he really forgotten about finals?

“Wait, WHAT?” He gripped the edge of the table. “I thought they were in two weeks!” 

Kurapika sipped his water, “No, two weeks is when Winter break begins. We’ve got finals coming this Monday and then break starts the weekend after next.”

Gon was flabbergasted. “B-but--”

Killua snorted. “Why did you think I’ve been surrounded by piles of books and notes in the common room all week?”

Gon was starting to look pale, his eyes were darting between the three of them like he was desperately looking for something and he couldn’t find it. 

 “I haven’t started studying at all yet! I can’t believe I didn’t realize--wait, what day is today??”

“It’s Friday, Gon.” Killua said, trying to keep his tone neutral so he wouldn’t laugh. Gon was practically vibrating beside him.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh no, I’m totally fucked!” He tugged at his hair, eyes wide. 

Killua had never heard Gon swear so much, even Kurapika was hiding a surprised smile.

Leorio took a large gulp of his drink and puffed his chest out. “It’ll be okay Gon, don’t worry! You have all weekend to prepare, you’re a smart guy, I’m sure you’ll be fine!” 

Gon didn’t respond, he just stared into the middle distance, mouth set in a tight line. Killua could almost see the gears turning in his brain. 

He stood suddenly. “I gotta go.”

Leorio tried to intervene, “Gon, it’s late! You can start in the morning with a fresh mind--”

“I can’t waste anymore time! I’ve gotta go!” His expression was a mix of panic and determination. 

He nudged Killua’s shoulder and he stood to let him out of the booth.

They all watched as he scrambled out the door without another word. 

“Welp,” Killua raised his soda again, “to Gon! Godspeed!”

“To Gon!” their glasses clinked. 

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[thelittlestdemon-a]

“MAMA!”

Safire’s eyes blink groggily open as she hears the cries of her daughter cut through the night air.  She hears Shylow calling for her again and the woman wills herself to sit up and rub the sleep from her eyes.  Taking a deep breath, Safire finally stands up and opens the door to step out into the living room.  Walking over to the stairs Safire yawns as she enters the large room that served as Shylow’s bedroom.

Seeing the girl hiding under the covers the woman smiles gently and turns on the light “Yes baby girl?  I’m here.”

“Mama!” Shylow cries as she pulls the covers down from her head to look at the woman as Safire moves to sit on the edge of the bed.  “Mama, I- I had a- A-” the child tries to get the words out but can’t manage between her sobs.

“Shhhh, shhh, shhh.” Safire coos gently as she reaches over to gently lift Shylow out from under the covers.  She pulls the little demon into her lap, running her hands through raven locks as she holds her daughter close.  “It’s okay baby.” she speaks softly “It was just a bad dream.  None of it was real.  I’m here.  You’re safe.”

Clinging to her mom, Shylow buries her face in the woman’s shoulder.  Listening to the steady beat of Safire’s heart and the soothing tone of her voice.

“Here baby.” Safire says as she reaches over to take a box of tissues from the dresser that served as the nightstand.  Taking a few of the tissues she wipes the tears from Shylow’s face.  “It’s alright.” she repeats.

Blowing her nose into one of the offered tissues, Shylow takes a deep breath and feels herself start to relax again.  Resting her head on her mother’s chest the girl is silent for a few seconds.  It was always nice, having someone around after the nightmares.  She remembered when she still lived in the room her father had made.  How he would leave her alone, sometimes for days at a time, and she would have to be scared alone.  Waking up from the nightmares, unable to go back to sleep, and having to try and make herself feel better.  Oftentimes failing to do so.

Now that she had a mom, everything was different.  Safire was always there for her, no matter what the situation, she would never leave Shylow alone.  It was comforting that, even as her world kept expanding, her mom was always going to be there to help her and guide her and encourage her to do more.  To be more.

It’s moments like this that are the reason why she likes living with her mom more than her dad.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Shylow asks, looking up at her mom.

“Of course baby.” the woman replies, giving her daughter a reassuring hug.  Safire scoots back, further onto the bed so that she and Shylow can settle back in for the night, but as she reaches to turn on the child’s night light, she finds the moon shaped lamp won’t turn on.  “Ahhhh, so that’s why it was so dark up here.  Your moon is outta moon juice.”

The child can’t help but giggle “Moon juice?  Mom, it runs on batteries.”

“Naaahh, it’s moon juice.  Here, let’s go get some more.”

Picking Shylow up, Safire carries her back down to the living room and then to the kitchen.  “Let’s seeeeee…” she muses, putting the child down “Now where are those moon cartridges.”

The demon giggles again “Moooom, you can’t just put moon at the start of everything.”

“Sure I can.” Safire replies as she looks through some of their junk drawers for some batteries “Ahah!  Found them!”  Holding up the pack of “moon cartridges” triumphantly the woman then reaches back down to take Shylow’s hand “Now, let���s go juice up that moon.”

Even though Shylow wants to roll her eyes at her mom, she can’t help but smile instead.  She knows what Safire’s doing, and it’s working.  Safire’s not brushing Shylow’s worries under the rug, but she knows that the little demon prefers to smile and laugh instead of lingering on the already fading memory of the dream that terrorized her in the first place.

She follows her mom back upstairs to her room and crawls under the covers as Safire fixes her nightlight.  When the moon is glowing softly once more, the woman turns off all other lights before walking back over to sit back down on the bed.

Shylow scoots closer, resting her head on Safire’s shoulder as the woman wraps her arms around her.

“Comfy?” she asks and the girl nods.

“Hey mom, will you tell me a story?”

“A story?  Hmmmmm… Well what kind of story would you like?”

“Rapunzel?”

“Rapunzel?  Again?  I’ve probably told you that story a million times.”

“Is a million and one okay?”

“Rapunzel it is.” Safire agrees with a smile “Once upon a time, there was a farmer and his wife, and they lived next to a wicked old witch.  Now, the farmer and his wife, they wanted a family, specifically, they wanted a little girl.  Well, the wife did get pregnant, and what happens with pregnancy, is mommies start craving really weird things every now and then.”

“Like pickles and peanut butter?”

“Yeah, like pickles and peanut butter.  Except this time, the farmer’s wife, she craved cabbage.  Now the witch that lived next to them, she had a garden.  A biiiig beautiful garden that supposedly had the best tasting vegetables in all the land.  So the wife wanted cabbage from the witch’s garden in particular.  Her husband however, was smart and wanted nothing to do with no witch.  Which, really, he should have thought of before picking a house next to one.  Anyways, though the husband was against it, his wife complained and complained and complained.  Eventually, the husband got sick of hearing his wife whining about cabbage and so he snuck over the garden wall and stole a head of cabbage.”

“What a bitch.”

Safire laughed “Yeah, she really was, wasn’t she?  She didn’t even thank her husband for the cabbage.  Instead she made a soup out of it and ate the whole thing.  The husband then went about his day like normal, thinking he managed to get away with stealing one of the witch’s cabbages.”

“But he didn’t!”

“Nope.  Sure enough, just like his gut told him, he was caught, and the witch showed up at their door that very night, demanding her cabbage back.  When they told her they had already eaten it, the witch of course was furious, and demanded their child as compensation.”

“What’s with witches and taking children?  Ma’at doesn’t do that.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know where that rumor started, but for the sake of this story, let’s just say the rumors true.  So she demanded the child, or else she would turn both of them into frogs and throw them into a stew.  The farmer and his wife were terrified, so they agreed, and when the child was born, a beautiful baby girl, they handed her over to the witch, and the witch named the child Rapunzel, after the cabbage that resulted in this agreement.  Taking the child back to her home, the witch then set to work raising the child and building the tallest of towers in order to keep the girl hidden and closed off from the world.  That’s how Rapunzel grew up.  Trapped in that tower for her entire life, her hair growing longer and longer and every day the witch would show up and call out “Rapunzel!  Rapunzel!  Let down your hair!” because, you see, Rapunzel’s hair was the only way to climb the tower.  There were no other entrances besides the one lone window the girl had.”

“Why doesn’t Rapunzel just use her hair to climb down?”

“Well, she can’t.  She needs all of her hair to climb down, and to do it by herself, she would only get half way.”

“Oh…”

“Not to mention, the witch was always guilt tripping Rapunzel.  She raised her, she loved her, she owed her.  Growing up hearing those things, it can be hard for a girl like Rapunzel to forget and break out of that mindset.  Anyways, they lived like this for 18 long years, but, unbeknownst to the witch or Rapunzel, the forest where her tower was located, was now the hunting grounds for the king’s son.  It was during a hunt that the prince accidentally stumbled upon the tower when he got separated from the rest of the hunting party.  On that day, Rapunzel sat at her window, singing sweetly, and as soon as the prince saw her, he was enamoured.”

“He called out for Rapunzel, but as soon as she saw him she retreated back into the tower and didn’t answer any of the prince’s calls.  He looked around the tower, but couldn’t find an entrance, and he couldn’t get close enough to climb the tower because the base was covered in rose bushes.  As he was inspecting the tower however, he heard the witch coming back, so quickly the prince rushed to hide in the bushes.  He then heard the witch proclaim those words “Rapunzel!  Rapunzel!  Let down your hair!” and he watched as Rapunzel threw her hair down to hoist the witch up into the tower.  So the next day, the price returned, and waited until the witch had left before calling up to Rapunzel the same way he’d heard the witch call the day before.”

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why did Rapunzel let down her hair?  I don’t think the prince would sound the same as the witch.”

“Well maybe he’s just a very good voice actor.”

“Mmmm, I don’t know.”

“Are you gonna let me finish the story or not?”

Shylow reached up and made a zipping motion over her mouth.  Okay, no more interruptions.

“Alright.  Where was I?  Oh yeah.  So Rapunzel let down her hair, and she hoisted the prince up into her tower.  At first she was shocked, but she was also curious because she’s never seen a man before.  So, she and the prince talked, and they talked and talked until the prince eventually had to leave, but he promised Rapunzel that he would come back, and come back he did.  He came back every day after the witch left in the morning and spent every minute of the day with Rapunzel and they came up with a plan to take Rapunzel far away where the witch couldn’t find her, and they would get married.  However, as the prince was leaving Rapunzel’s tower one day, the witch had returned early, and had seen him leave.”

“She was furious!  She scaled the tower and screamed at Rapunzel.  “How could you do this to me?!  You ungrateful little girl!” she cried, and she was so upset, she chopped all of Rapunzel’s hair off and banished her to a far off land where the prince would never find her.  Then, she waited for the next night, and when the witch heard the prince calling for Rapunzel, she lowered the hair she had cut, and when the prince reached the top, the witch pushed him out of the window!”

“I wish humans could fly.” Shylow mumbled, feeling her eyes starting to get heavy “Then the prince would’ve been okay.”

“Yeah,” Safire sighed “the gods really screwed the prince on that, because when he landed, he landed in the rose bushes, and their thorns gouged his eyes out.  Left blind and worried about what happened to his beloved, the prince searched as far and wide as he could for Rapunzel.  Years passed and the prince felt like his search would never end, but just as he was about to give up, the blind prince heard the lovely sound of a woman singing.  He followed the sound, trying not to bump into too many things but failing as he tripped over a flower pot.”

“Gentle hands then helped the prince to his feet and a kind voice spoke “My love?  What happened to you?” It was Rapunzel!  The prince had found her at last!  He told Rapunzel about what the witch had done, and his long journey to find her.  Hearing what her beloved had been put through, Rapunzel weeped over him, and as her tears fell on the prince’s face, he was shocked to find his sight had returned, and he looked upon Rapunzel’s face with all the love in the world, but that wasn’t the only thing that greeted his eyes.  As it had turned out, in their separation, Rapunzel had given birth to twins!  They were overjoyed and immediately the prince took Rapunzel, and their children, and returned to his kingdom where they lived happily ever after.”

As she finished the story, Safire looked down to see the girl sleeping soundly beside her.  The woman smiled gently, bending down to gently kiss Shylow’s forehead “Goodnight baby girl.  Sweet dreams.”

#Safire #Shylow #drabble

[werewolfdays]

1 from the prompts?

1. Someone stole the blankets.

Being a light sleeper means that I usually wake up whenever Nadya gets out of bed. I always keep myself awake until she comes back in case something’s wrong. Also, I soon found that it was almost impossible for me to sleep anyway when she wasn’t beside me. She didn’t get up in the middle of the night too often, so I never really minded the slight disturbance whenever it happens. 

There was something different about her tonight though. All day yesterday, Nadya was sniffling quietly or trying to stifle a cough. And tonight she was stealing all the blankets, which wasn’t that unusual, but she was also tossing and turning quite a bit. I sensed something must have been off, but I figured it was just allergies or whatever. At least that’s what I’ve heard humans complain about in the past, but now I could hear her start to retch inside the bathroom after she stumbled out of bed. I quickly got to my feet and rushed to the door. 

My knuckles tapped the bathroom door, “Nadya, what’s wrong? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just a little—” Nadya’s hoarse voice was cut off by a violent cough, followed by more retching. 

“I’m coming in.” I announced, not waiting for any protest before opening the door. 

Poor Nadya was sitting on the floor, basically hugging the toilet and sniffling miserably. She brushed her hair back, which was sticking to her forehead by a thin layer of sweat. Nadya’s skin was always the shade of a darker tan, but the ashen tone it had adopted tonight was the palest I’ve ever seen her. Her head slowly raised up to look at me like it weighed a hundred pounds and she shivered even though she was wearing a long sleeved shirt. The sight was more than a little heartbreaking. 

“Oh, love...” I kneeled beside her, rubbing her back soothingly, “What’s wrong?”

“The flu, I think.” she mumbled, sounding like her whole head was stuffed with cotton. 

The back of my hand went to her forehead and I could immediately tell she was running a fever. “Jesus, babe. You’re almost as hot as I get when I shift.” 

“Yeah, downside of being a human. We get the flu.��� She stated dejectedly. 

I managed to give her a crooked grin to lighten the mood, “You sure you aren’t pregnant?” 

Even with her stuffy nose, Nadya managed to snort at me like that was the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever said, which it was. Then her snort turned into a weak laugh and I was glad to see some brightness in her weary brown eyes, “You’re funny.”

“Well, we do have sex a lot.” My shoulders lifted cheekily. 

Nadya shook her head, still laughing at me, which made me feel a little better about the state she was in, “Shut up.” She scolded in amusement. Then her eyes suddenly went wide and she turned her head down to the toilet to puke again. 

I clenched my jaw and brushed her hair over her shoulder to hold it out of her face while I continued to rub her back until she was finished. For once, I was going to have to be the one to nurse her back to health. Only, I wasn’t entirely sure how considering I’ve never been sick like this. I was worried about somehow making it worse. 

Nadya spit any remnants into the toilet and I left only to quickly fetch some water and a box of tissues. When I came back to sit beside her, she accepted a tissue I offered and said, “I’m sorry if I woke you up.” 

“You have nothing to apologize for.” I told her while I urged her to drink some water. “In sickness and in health, remember?” 

She rinsed her mouth out and chuckled, “I didn’t know we were married yet.”

An amused grin parted my lips, “Only if you want to be.”  

“Sure, let’s say our vows right here in front of our toilet.” Nadya replied sarcastically. 

“Maybe a romantic ceremony is overrated.” 

She raised an eyebrow at me. “This coming from you?” 

I rolled my eyes and brushed her ashen cheek with the back of my finger, “Drink your water and tell me how to keep you from dying.”

Another coughing fit shook her shoulders, but it thankfully didn’t make her vomit again. After a few exhausted sighs, Nadya told me, “Fluids. Rest. You’ll have to go into town tomorrow and get me some flu medication.” 

I was relieved that I got the water right so far, even if that did set the bar pretty low. “Okay, I think I can manage that.” 

Her eyes twinkled at me knowingly, “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. I’m not as breakable as you think.”

“I don’t think you’re that breakable.” I said honestly, “If anything, I’m more breakable than you are.” 

She gave me a genuine smile that was obviously an agreement with that statement, “Well, there you go. I have total faith in you.” 

“You done?” I asked, nodding at the toilet. 

She nodded in confirmation, “Think so. For now.”

“Okay, let’s get you back to bed.” I stood up and flushed it for her, then offered my hand. 

Nadya accepted my outstretched hand and I carefully pulled her to her feet. My arm went around her waist as I led her to the bed, carefully laying her down. Before tucking her into the blankets, I went to the closet and pulled out the flannel that she liked to steal from me the most. She smiled excitedly when I helped her into it and sank back in the blankets with a happy wiggle that made me laugh a little. 

“Where are you going?” Nadya asked when I went to the front door.

“I’m gonna go get you some tea, I’ll be right back.” 

For the rest of the night, Nadya was in and out of consciousness. Waking up to sniffle, sneeze, and cough for hours was taking its toll on her. I heard it in every frustrated huff she made after she regained breath. The only bright side was that she didn’t have to get up to go puke any more. If all the stores in town didn’t close so damn early, I would’ve gone to get her medicine immediately, but she had to endure this night. I stayed awake, sitting up in bed and doing my best to make her as comfortable as I could. She seemed content enough with having her head in my lap and being as close to me as possible. 

Nadya gave up on trying to get a good night’s rest just before seven in the morning. I looked down at her while my fingers combed through her hair to see her eyes, though half-lidded, were open and staring at the wall. Hoping that she might drift off anyway, I didn’t say anything until her stomach growled loudly. 

“Hungry?” I asked softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Mhm.” she simply hummed and nodded. 

My thumb caressed her shoulder, “How about I make you something to eat and go get your medicine?” 

“Can you have Toby or Skye go and get it?” Nadya rubbed her eyes sleepily, “I don’t want you to be gone too long.” 

I smiled to myself, “I’m sure they won’t mind.” I bent down to place a kiss to her temple, feeling the abnormal heat of her fevered skin against my lips, and then I carefully slipped out of bed, “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Keep trying to get some sleep, okay?” 

“I’ll try.” She promised. 

The first place I stopped by was Skye’s room. I knocked on the door a little louder than necessary since it was early in the morning and she was likely still asleep. A few seconds passed without a single sound on the other side of the door, so I tried knocking again with more force and called her name. 

“Skye, come on, wake up. I need a favor.” 

There was a loud muffled groan, followed by some shuffling and then stomping feet as they trudged towards the door. When the door opened, I was greeted by a messy haired, tired looking Skye as she blinked at me in irritation, “What do you want?” 

I got to the point, “Nadya’s sick, I need you to go into town and get her some flu medicine.” 

Skye scowled, “Why can’t you do it?” 

“Because I need to make her something to eat.” 

She just stared at me like I hadn’t spoken English, “You know it’s like seven in the morning, right?” 

I rolled my eyes, “Just go get the damn medicine. She barely got any sleep last night.” 

“Ask Toby.” 

“Toby’s working.” 

“Fine.” She relented with a long sigh, “Let me get dressed.” 

“Thank you.” I told her gratefully, then I reached out to stop the door as she was closing it, “Wait, it’s chicken noodle soup, right?”

“Huh?” Skye asked in slight exasperation. 

“What humans eat when they’re sick.” 

She actually thought about it for a moment and shrugged, “Well, if modern cinema has taught us anything.”

“Right.” I mumbled more to myself than Skye because she didn’t wait for me to reply before closing her door. 

It was simple enough to find a recipe, even more simple was the recipe itself. Just some noodles, chicken, and vegetables with broth. For being so easy, it looked and smelled pretty appetizing and I hoped that Nadya would be able to keep it down. I had it poured into a bowl and set on a tray with some crackers and freshly squeezed orange juice by the time Skye returned. 

“Here’s the medicine.” Skye announced as she entered the Den’s kitchen, plopping a grocery bag on the counter next to the tray I had set up. 

“Thanks.” I said as I started rummaging through the bag. There were several boxes and bottles that made me think she had bought every single type of flu medicine that exists. “Um—”

Skye answered my question before I got the chance to ask it, “I didn’t know which one to get.”

“I guess I did forget to ask Nadya about that…” Buried in the pile of medicine were a couple of packages of marshmallow pumpkins absolutely covered in orange sugar with faces piped on them. I raised my eyebrow at Skye. 

“Figured that would make her feel better more than your stupid soup will.” My sister teased. 

I chuckled and nodded, placing them back in the bag, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” 

She looked too proud of herself, “Now, go take care of your sick human. I’m gonna go take a nap because someone, who shall remain nameless, pounded on my door at seven in the goddamn morning to make me go get her fiance some flu medicine.” 

I smirked at her, “Get out of here.” 

Once I got back to my room, Nadya perked her head up from a massive ball of bunched up blankets at my arrival. Even being as sick as she was, she still looked adorable. Though my heart still seized when I heard her sniffle and cough. 

“Hey, I got some stuff for you here.” I motioned at the tray and plastic bag in my hands. “How are you feeling?”

“I threw up again.” Nadya said, sounding far less than pleased about it. 

My chest pinched in sympathy, “Then it’s a good thing Skye bought out the entire pharmacy.” I set her soup down on the nightstand beside her and set the bag on her lap.

Nadya went for the medicine first, “Sheesh, you weren’t exaggerating all that much.” She noted as she sifted through the bag. Then she noticed the marshmallow pumpkins and lit up faster than a Christmas tree. 

I plucked the package out of her hands before she got the chance to tear it open, “Medicine and food first. Then you can eat the sugary garbage.” 

She pouted at me for a second before realizing I was right and then settled on some liquid flu syrup. That wouldn’t have been my choice, it reeked of medicinal and chemical awfulness, but Nadya downed a dose of the stuff with nothing more than a grimace. I tried to hide how impressed that made me. After that was over, she eyed the bowl of soup on the nightstand and gave me a sweet smile.

“Did you make this?”

“Of course,” I returned her smile and got back into bed, “Like I’d ever let you eat something out of a can.”

“You don’t always have to spoil me.” She said, placing the tray in her lap with an excited grin on her face, “Canned things do the trick sometimes too, you know.” 

“In the apocalypse, sure.” 

She shook her head and laughed at me through a cough before bringing a spoonful of soup up to her lips. Her smile only grew at the taste, “Okay maybe you can keep spoiling me a little bit… just a little bit though.” 

I grinned and kissed her cheek, “I can work with that.” 

“You sure you can’t get sick?” Nadya asked warily. 

“Positive. Why?”

Her lips pursed like she didn’t believe me, “I was gonna say that you probably shouldn’t be kissing me right now, just in case.” 

“Don’t you worry, I have the super werewolf immune system.” I reminded her, leaning back in, “Which means I get to kiss you as much as I want.” 

She chuckled softly as I planted light pecks all over her face, “You must really love me if you think any part of my face is kissable right now.” 

“Mhm, that’s why I gave you this.” My hand went to her left hand where my fingers started to twist her ring around. 

“I guess that is good proof.” Nadya remarked and continued to eat her soup. 

She took her time with it. I wasn’t sure if that was intentional or if it was hard for her to put anything down. Either way, I was pleased to see that she was able to eat the majority of it, as well as the crackers and juice. After she put the tray aside, I noticed that she had gotten sluggish and hoped that the sleepless night was finally catching up with her. 

“That medicine helping at all?” I asked after I had put the excess boxes and bottles into the bathroom. 

Nadya nodded at me from her blanket nest, but still shivered, “Yeah, just a bit. You don’t have to stay with me all day, the stuff I took should knock me out any minute.” 

The tired pace of her sentences confirmed that, but I still frowned at her. All the blankets on the bed were pulled over to her side, even more than she usually hogs them, and she was wearing two layers of long sleeves, yet I saw her shiver again. 

“You look cold.” I noted in concern. 

“It’s normal and shouldn’t last too long,” she said through chattering teeth, “Just sucks that I can’t get warm enough right now.” 

I gnawed on my bottom lip while I tried to think of a solution. Then an idea popped into my head, “I think I know what might help.” 

Nadya tilted her head at me curiously when I pulled my shirt over my head, “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna shift.” I answered while I continued to undress. 

She opened her mouth to respond, but then shut it and I noted an amused twinkle in her eyes. Since she didn’t object, I smirked and summoned my wolf to start my transformation. My eyes ignited with gold, then my bones started to shift and pop back into place, white fur sprouting out of my skin until I felt the familiar moment of vertigo. Once I was a wolf, I shook my ruff and stretched my limbs to work through any remaining discomfort, then I hopped up on the bed. 

“There’s a joke here about how you shouldn’t be allowed on the bed like this,” Nadya quipped, “But I’m too tired to make it.” 

I gave her an annoyed grumble, which only made her snicker, and curled my large wolf body around her. The added heat of this form with my fur should offer all the warmth Nadya would ever need. Nadya wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself as close to me as possible, and buried half of her face in my fur, sighing in relief at the comfort it gave her. I felt more content too and nuzzled her head lovingly with my snout. 

“Thanks, Jay.” Her mumble was slightly muffled and she snuggled against me before finally settling in the perfect position to drift off.

#asks #anon #ocs #my ocs #My writing #sorry this took forever for me to get to! #also this may or may not be something that I had started back in december when I was really sick #and I was going through my docs and thought it would be cute to finish cause it fits in this prompt #Jayde #Nadya #Jayde pov

[poisoned-monkey]

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   Towards the middle of the night, Shuichi was awoken by a chill prickling across his body and muffled sounds of coughing. It took him a few seconds to really register what he was hearing. When he realized the sound was coming from beside him, he became much more aware. He sat up from bed and ran a hand through his hair as he looked over at the body next to him.        

   Kokichi was sitting up in bed with all the of the covers pulled around him. When he noticed Shuichi, he gave him a small smile.   

    “Good morning?” He tried before he started coughing again, speaking seeming to agitate his throat.   

    Shuichi peered over at the clock that blinked back at him with the numbers 3:00.

   “Technically that’s correct.” He stifled a yawn before he turned his full attention to the other.  

    “What’s wrong?” 

    Kokichi pulled the covers over his face, muffled through the thick cloth, he replied quietly, “Nothing.”

    Shuichi paused, not convinced in the slightest. “Really?” 

    “Someone must have left the AC on.”   

    He reached under the blankets to feel Kokichi’s forehead, who startled under his touch.   

   “Geez Shuichi, your hands are cold as shit!” He swatted weakly at the aforementioned appendage. 

   “You’ve got a fever.” Shuichi deadpanned, pulling the cover back so he could see him. A bit of worry sparked in him, as he looked at Kokichi’s flushed face. 

    “I’m fine. You’re, like, overthinking it or something.” He muttered, with no real intent behind any of his words. He rubbed at his nose and wiped it on the covers.  

    Shuichi reached over for the tissue box they kept by the bed and plopped it into the other’s lap. Kokichi glared up at him but accepted the tissues anyway. 

    “I’m going to get you some medicine.” Shuichi said firmly, moving towards the door. Kokichi’s hands shot from under the covers with the speed no sick person should possess. He latched onto the corner of Shuichi’s shirt as hard as he could.       

   “M’fine. I feel like a crisp dollar bill, not even bent once,” He said, not relenting his grip even as Shuichi put his free hand on top of the one that grabbed him. Kokichi’s skin was clammy against his own.    

   There was a beat of silence.   

   “I’m okay. Just don’t…go,” The words came out of Kokichi’s mouth uncertain and stunted.   

   Shuichi looked at him in surprise, a bit off put by the quiet request.    

   He placed his free hand on top of Kokichi’s and gave him a smile. “I’ll just be gone for a second, okay? I promise.”    

   Kokichi scrutinized his face for a few seconds, searching for any hint of a lie before he dropped his hands with a pout.    

   “Hurry up or whatever,” he said as he covered himself back up in blankets.        Shuichi nodded. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”    

    As promised, Shuichi returned shortly carrying medicine, a glass of water, and an extra blanket. He sat down on the bed and wordlessly offered the medicine and water to Kokichi, who took it slowly.     

  “This should help with the fever and coughs,” He assured.    

   Kokichi knocked back the pills and the whole glass of water quickly.  

    “Ewww,” he stuck his tongue out at Shuichi before he reached up and rubbed at his eyes. “Lets just go back to bed, yeah?” Kokichi said tiredly.   

   Shuichi agreed and tossed the extra blanket over Kokichi as they both settled back in. Kokichi cuddled close and Shuichi just hopped that’d he’d feel better by tomorrow.    

     Morning came early to Shuichi as his daily alarm went off. Kokichi whined beside him and put the pillow over his head.

    Shuichi obliged and sat up as he turned the alarm off. Kokichi was almost immediately back to sleep so Shuichi figured he’d go ahead and let him rest for the morning.   

    Time passed but Kokichi was still sleeping. Shuichi tried to wake him up a few times but he was just told to go away. It seemed that he still felt bad.   

     As the sun started setting, Shuichi got a phone call. It was Kaito, wondering about the plans we made prior.    

    “Sorry, Kokichi has come down with something. I don’t think we’ll be able to come to the New Year’s party.”    

     “Well, tell the gremlin that I hope he feels better, I guess. We‘ll make sure that we eat enough for the both of you at the party!”    

     Shuichi laughed. “Thanks for the thought, Kaito. I need to go check up on him, so I’ll talk to you later.”    

    “See you later man!”    

    Shuichi hung up the phone with a sigh; he figured he might as well put on something for dinner. He wasn’t really the cook in this relationship but he was gonna try his best.    

    When he turned around, he was met with a scowling Kokichi, a blanket wrapped around him. He could tell that Kokichi was mad but it was a sort of hard to take him seriously when it seemed as if a strong breeze could knock him over.   

     “Why did you cancel our plans?”    

    “Because you’re sick,” Shuichi said as he reached a hand over to his forehead. “you really shouldn’t be out of bed-“   

     Kokichi smacked it away.    

    “I’m fine. I want to go to the party,” He asserted. Kokichi could be pretty stubborn when he wanted to be.   

     Shuichi shook his head. “You aren’t fine. You had a pretty high fever last night,” He moved to go towards the kitchen, knowing that Kokichi would follow him.    

    “Jeez, Shuichi when did you become the liar in this relationship. I was totally okay last night!” Kokichi trailed after him as expected, a bit unsteady on his feet.

     “We both know that’s a lie. Besides we can celebrate at home,” Shuichi said, opening the cabinets and trying to parse together which pan one would make soup in.     

     “That’ll be boring. There’s no fireworks at home.” He said as he warily eyed what Shuichi was doing. He took a seat at the kitchen table.     

   “Well, we’ve got other things.” Shuichi held two pots in his hands and went with the bigger one. Now for the ingredients, the trickiest part. 

   “Like what?” He queried, still being obstinate.    

    Shuichi paused and turned around to smile at Kokichi. “First of all, I could bring out the kotatsu,”    

    They should have gotten it out way sooner than now but they had both been busy with work and whatever Kokichi filled his days with.   

     At the mention of the kotatsu, Kokichi’s eyes sparkled but he quickly hid the expression away. He held up a finger, “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll take you up on your offer but only if we order take-out tonight.”   

     Shuichi stopped again and offered him a sheepish smile. “I found this good recipe online? It should turn out fine-“    

    Kokichi shook his finger “Onllllly. If we order take-out,”    

     He put the pots and pans down with a sigh. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Ouma,” Shuichi offered his hand out to Kokichi who grinned as he shook it. 

       “Naturally.” Kokichi cleared his throat as he stood up. “Now, I’m gonna go lie down on the couch because I feel like shit.”    

    Shuichi laughed, reaching for the phone.    

       It was a bit of a struggle dragging out everything for the kotatsu but it didn’t take too long to assemble.   

      Kokichi stretched across the wooden top like a cat. “Yep, this is the stuff.”         Shuichi sat down across from him and nodded his approval. “We should have put this up way sooner, huh?”    

    “Definitely.” He said as he tilted his head into the table. Shuichi was glad he was feeling better enough to joke around.    

    “Now what? We already ate dinner,” Kokichi asked.   

     Shuichi hummed. “We could play some chess?”   

     “Ugh. That’s too boring,” Kokichi raised his head from the table with a sly smile. “I’ve got an idea.”   

     Kokichi got to his feet and headed over into the bedroom, his blanket trailing behind him. Shuichi raised a hand to stop him but he was already gone. He shook his head, even a sick Kokichi is a handful.   

     The boy returned moments later carrying an old gaming system and two controllers.     

   “Game night!” He announced proudly as he set to work on plugging the system in and changing the channel.    

    “But…we both know I’m no good at video games.” He tried helplessly but to no avail.    

    Kokichi laughed but started coughing as he did, he quickly recovered. “Just because you suck doesn’t mean you can’t have fun, dummy.” He shrugged a bit with a grin. “Besides I suck at video games too, so we’re even.”    

    “That’s-“    

    “A lie? Yep, I only play on hard mode so expect to get your ass beat.” 

    Kokichi sat down next to Shuichi under the kotatsu and handed a controller to him before he cuddled up as close as he could get. His nose was running a bit and he used the back of his sleeve to wipe it.    

    “Don’t get any funny ideas. I’m just trying to leech off all your warmth and take it as my own,” he said as his nose still ran.   

    Shuichi made a face at him as he passed over a tissue to the boy who took it begrudgingly.   

     “Well, I’m happy to give it the less fortunate,” Shuichi smiled as he noticed a slight blush appear on Kokichi’s face.   

     “Yeah, yeah. Let’s start the game, I’m gonna be Kirby.”   

     They played like that well into the night. Shuichi struggling and Kokichi making it harder for him every step of the way but it was fun. Shuichi liked watching the other laugh at his two left thumbs.    

    As midnight rolled around, Kokichi was just about asleep, slumping into his side and halfheartedly pressing the buttons.    

    “Hey Kokichi?” He asked, putting down his controller.   

     “Yeah?”    

    “I know it wasn’t a perfect New Year’s, but I hope that you weren’t too upset about it.” Shuichi said, reaching for Kokichi’s controller who relinquished it fairly easily in favor of clinging onto Shuichi’s arm.    

    “I had a terrible time. Absolutely awful.” He mumbled into Shuichi’s sleeve as he closed his eyes.    

    “I’m sorry to disappoint then,” Shuichi smoothed out the others bangs with a gentle hand.    

    “S’okay. It’s a lie,” Kokichi said before he settled fully into sleep.   

     Parting his bangs Shuichi, placed a kiss on his forehead as the clock struck twelve.    

    “Happy new year’s, Kokichi.”    

#saiouwe2019 #danganronpa #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #my fanfic #fanfic

[myprincesoftheuniverse]

not everything | ben hardy

Summary: on Ben’s birthday, you’ve given him all the gifts he wanted. except for one thing.

Warnings: smut, this is very dominant Ben, teasing, spanking, begging, and unprotected sex

Pairing: Ben and fem!reader

“I have one more thing for you. Stay here,” You told Ben as you walked into his flat, running out of your shoes and into his guest room that was basically your room and grabbing a small box you’d hidden on the top shelf of the closet.

You and Ben had just come back from his birthday party, which wasn’t much of a party; just dinner with his friends from London and the BoRhap cast. But it was all Ben wanted; he was more of a calm get together kind of partier. You had already given him a gift a few days ago- a black jacket he’d set his eyes on- because you just couldn’t wait to give it to him, and another gift- a set of black shoes to go with the jacket- at the party. There was still one special gift you’d left for tonight, when it was just the two of you. 

“How many bloody gifts did you get me?” You found him sat on the couch in his living room waiting for you as you walked in, box in hand, overly eager for him to open it.

“This is the last one. Promise,” You sat next to him and placed the box on his lap. “Open it.”

You wrapped it with the purpose of it being easy to open; there was a white base with a yellow, glittery lid, and a bright red, silky ribbon wrapped around the sides and tied at the top in a big bow. Ben pulled a loose end of the ribbon, falling limp on his lap, and removed the lid, revealing a solid purple ring resting in white tissue paper.

He picked the ring out of the box and put it close to his face, absorbing every detail. “Did you get me this-”

“To match my ring.” You held your right hand up to show him the ring you were wearing; a ring he bought you for Christmas just a few days before. It was a slender, silver band with a purple gemstone resting on top. 

“I love it, baby, I love it so much.” He kissed you passionately, his hand resting on the side of your face, pulling you closer.

“I’m glad you loved it,” You leaned back on the couch, all tension released in your body, relieved with his reaction. “So, did you get everything you wanted?”

Ben parted his lips, almost speaking, but stopping himself when his eye caught the ribbon. He slowly peeled it off his lap, feeling it between his thumb and index finger, a sly smirk growing across his cheeks. 

“Not everything.” He looked over his shoulder at you, his smirk appearing contagious as one began to grow on your lips, too.

“What did you not get?” You asked innocently, even though the look in his eye told you exactly where this was going.

“The best present of all,” He set the ribbon down on the coffee table in front of him and grabbed your hands, pulling you towards him, allowing you to straddle his lap, your pink dress flowing around your legs . “A shag from my beautiful girlfriend.”

“It must be my birthday too, then.” You joked as you wrapped your arms on top of his shoulders and embraced him in a kiss, which he gladly returned, forcing your lips apart with his tongue and allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. You began slowly grinding against his already growing bulge, his hands travelling down your back until they found your ass, giving you a light squeeze.

“Spank me.” You broke the kiss for only a second to speak and attempted to revive it, but Ben pulled away.

“You don’t get to make demands,” He traced your bottom lip with his thumb. “Ask nicely.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Will you please spank me?” 

“If you can ask me without rolling your eyes.” You whimpered softly, your skin aching to feel the sting of his slap.

“Please spank me.” You begged, applying more pressure as you slowly rolled your hips against his crotch, a soft groan slipping from Ben’s lips.

“Good girl,” He stared in your eyes as he gave your ass a hard hit, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as you let out a moan. 

With each slap Ben planted on your ass, you rolled your hips faster, soaking through your panties and aching for him to take you. You lifted your head off his shoulder and kissed him while undoing the buckle on his belt, and then the button on his jeans.

“I need you,” You whined between breaths, undoing his zipper and trying to pull down his jeans; he gently pushed your hands away.

“Not yet, baby,” He reached behind you and unzipped your dress, letting the noodle strap sleeves drift down your arms. “Let’s get you undressed. Stand up.”

You stood and allowed your dress to slip off of you, falling into a pool around your feet which you quickly stepped out of. He stood in front of you and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, peeling it off of him and over his head, your mouth watering at the sight of his toned tummy. 

He reached around you and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered as he leaned down and cupped one breast in his hand, the other in his mouth, his tongue travelling in circles around your nipple.

“Ben,” You moaned, lacing your fingers in his blonde locks. “Please.”

He brought his head up, his mouth level with your ear. “Ass up, baby.”

“Yes, sir.” You put both knees on the couch, bending all the way over so you cheek was cold from the leather, both arms straight above your head. You heard the fabric of his jeans rustle and couldn’t help but look over your shoulder, Ben’s member free from the constraint of his jeans that were now on the floor. You bit your lip at the sight of his erect member, dying for him to be inside of you.

Ben reached over you and pulled your arms behind you, your wrists in contrition at the small of your back. “A present isn’t really a present without a bow, don’t you think?”

He grabbed the ribbon from the coffee table and wrapped the silk around your wrists, tying a loose bow at the top. 

“You’re absolutely right.” You agreed, giggling into the couch. He grazed his fingers over your clit through your panties, the slightest contact making you tremble. 

“Such a pretty girl, all ready for me to fuck her.” His words alone made you whimper, his raspy voice starting a fire in your core.

“Please, Ben, I need you.” He pushed your panties to the side, teasing your entrance by barely inserting his fingers, nonetheless forcing a moan out of you.

“So wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” 

“Fuck me, Ben, please.” He removed his fingers and lined up his cock at your entrance, brushing his tip against your clit.

“Only because you’ve been such a good girl.” He slowly pushed into you, filling you up perfectly; you clenched your fists and let out a loud groan, Ben spewing curse words left and right.

“You feel so good, baby.” He pulled out of you slowly, only to snap his hips hard against your ass. He wasted no time, pounding into you hard and fast, leaving you a moaning, quivering mess beneath him. 

You arched your back, your ass as high in the air as it could go. “Fuck, Ben, that feels so good.”

“You like that? I’m fucking you good, huh?” You whimpered at the pulse his words created in your clit.

Ben reached forward and grabbed a handful of your hair, holding your head up off the couch. He was in control of your entire body, leaving you helpless to his domination, not able to move a muscle, only able to moan and take his cock; just the way you liked it.

He spanked your already bruised ass with his free hand, causing you to yelp in pleasure. 

“Making me feel so good, baby.” You moaned, the over stimulation of every part of your body giving you goosebumps, making you legs twitch, and your core burn; you knew you were close, and Ben could feel it, too.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked, slapping your ass again.

“Mm, yes.” He slowed down his pace, leaning over you, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your spine. He reached under you and rubbed your clit while he fucked you, both acts tantalizingly slow. 

“Faster,” You gasped, your lungs frantically searching for air. “Harder.”

“What did I say about you making demands?” You moaned as you felt yourself coming up on your climax, slower than ever.

“Please, fuck me harder, faster,” You whimpered, Ben’s hot breath rolling over the places he kissed on your back. “Rub my clit faster, please.”

“Will that make you cum, baby?” You nodded your head as best you could, his hand still laced in your hair.

“Yes, Ben, please!” That was all he needed to hear; he instantly returned to this previous pace, pounding into you as hard and fast as he could, rubbing your clit in quick, short circles. You let out the most ungodly moan, feeling your walls tighten around him, ready to explode.

“Ben, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” You started, interrupted by a groan that escaped your throat as you reached your climax, your spasming walls enough to bring Ben to his own climax. He leaned forward and grunted in your ear, slowing down his pace as you both came down from your high. He kissed your back softly until he pulled out of you, falling back on the couch as you collapsed on your side, unable to catch your breath.

“Now,” He said through his breath, untying the ribbon from your wrists, which left a smooth, red burn from the seam rubbing on your skin. “Now I got everything I wanted.”

You sat up on your knees facing him, kissing his cheek, then laying your head on his shoulder. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“It was a happy birthday.”

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[thatesqcrush]

Case of the Ex

Nevada Ramirez x Reader. CW: language, violence, NSFW (FR: smut galore!)

AN: from the prompt: #3. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.” Thanks @melsquared79

Tags: @madpanda75 @melsquared79 @obsessionprofessional @garturbo @delia26 @dreila03 @glimmerglittergirl @southern-magnolia @ottosuricato @niyashell @mommakat32 @sass-and-suspenders

***

“I need you at the club tonight,” Nevada growled, as he lit up a cigar. He let the cigar hang from his lips as he pulled his jeans back on. He threw his shirt back on, adjusted his chain and grabbed his sunglasses.

You nodded, still curled in his bed. Nevada approached and sat on the bed, wrapping his hand around the back of your head, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself still on his lips; it was intermixed with the taste of the cigar he had previously smoked.

“Mamí, don’t be late. ¿Me entiendes?” Nevada replied, breaking the kiss. He started to head for the door and then turned back to face you. “I’ll have one of my guys come pick you up.”

You didn’t respond. “¿Me entiendes? he requested again, this time more sharply. “Ay, sí papito,” you replied, waving el Trujillo off. “No te preocupas.”

Nevada shut the door behind him. You collapsed on the bed; your mind reeling from the mind-blowing sex you just had with su novio - El Trujillo - the self-proclaimed King of the Heights.

***

The music was loud; you could feel the vibration from the speakers in your bones. Your hair was loose, just a few pieces in the front pinned back; that was how Nevada liked it. You wore an off-the-shoulder leopard print romper that had detached sleeves and a red patent heels. You watched through the clouds of marijuana and cigarette smoke, the club-goers dancing below you from the railing. The door to Nevada’s office was open and despite the loud volume of music, you could hear the murmurs of him and his men discussing business.

What you saw next, made you catch your breath. In walked your ex-boyfriend with his new conquest. Some other club-goers greeted them and they all made their way to the bar. You turned and saw Nevada was still occupied, so you made your way downstairs.

You headed behind the bar, and greeted the bartender. He gave you a nervous smile; they always did. Nevada made it clear to his employees to not get in your way. Not unless they wanted to deal with Nevada himself personally.

You poured yourself a shot and quickly downed it. Your ex-boyfriend wasn’t paying attention at the bar initially but when he turned and saw you, he froze. He quickly recovered and gave you a bright smile as he looked you up and down, as if you were dinner.

“Y/N! So good to see you. How long has it been?” Matteo greeted you, with a low whistle. “You look good. Better than the last time I saw you.”

Your eyes narrowed. “I don’t know; it’s been so long and I don’t keep track anymore.”

You knew though it had been a year and a half since Matteo broke your heart, leaving you an empty and broken shell.

“I don’t have your sorry ass dragging me down,” you snipped. “Whatcha drinking?”

Matteo smirked. “You’re always so dramatic. I’ll take a couple of cervezas, flor,” Matteo continued, referring to you as his pet name. He wrapped his arm around the blonde woman next to him, who made sure to put her hand on his chest showing off the huge sparkler on her ring finger.

“That’s why I couldn’t be with you. You’re always so dramatica,” Matteo replied. “Mira, Pilar aquí - she’s so low key and fun.” Matteo punctuated his comment a kiss. “That’s why I asked her to marry me. She doesn’t weigh me down.”

You blinked rapidly. Your eyes immediately filled with water and you could feel your face and chest grow hot and red. You were with Matteo for years and he refused to commit, saying it wasn’t his thing and that he loved you and that should have been more than sufficient. But it was never was; and he broke up with you in the middle of the boardwalk on Coney Island. After a few weeks of a self pity-party, your girlfriends dragged you out to The Bronx to one of the hottest clubs in the city. And that’s where you met Nevada. And just like that, you forgot all about Matteo. More or less.

You shoved the beers towards Matteo. “They’re on the house. Congratulations on the engagement.”

Matteo shook his head at you and then looked at Pilar. “See? I told you,” he laughed. Pilar laughed, her tone mocking. “Thanks flor; I’ll see you around.”

You didn’t say anything; instead you marched back up stairs. You were fuming and the blood inside was boiling. You could swear, smoke was emanating from your ears. You stormed into Nevada’s office and slammed the door, startling Nevada and his crew. “¡Sal de de aquí!” You screeched.

“What the fuck?” Nevada bellowed. You looked at Nevada and crumpled onto his couch, hysterically sobbing. Nevada looked startled again at your outburst and turned towards his crew. “You heard her pendejos! Get out!”

Nevada’s men scurried out of the office, shutting the door behind them as they exited. Nevada took a lap around his office, while you cried, your head in your hands. Finally, Nevada grabbed the tissue box off of his desk and sat down next to you. He shook the tissue box at your face and you looked up, face streaked with mascara and took it from him.

“Thanks,” you sniffled.

Nevada reached over and grabbed the cigar he was smoking. He let out a long puff of smoke, exhaling.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that my ex is here with some new hoe, and he was a complete asshole. Should have told him to fuck off,” you sniffled regrettably.

Nevada’s eyes narrowed at the mention of your ex. “Matteo.” It was a statement - not a question. You hadn’t told Nevada much about Matteo but he knew enough that he broke your heart and had you all sorts of ways.

Nevada reached for a tissue and stood you up. He cupped your face and wiped your tears, cleaning the mascara off of your cheeks. Your breath hitched at Nevada being soft. If anyone told you El Jefe would be like this with you in this moment, you would have asked them for whatever good stuff they were smoking.

“Is he still here?” Nevada asked quietly. You felt a nervous coil build in your belly. Wordlessly, you nodded. “Stay aquí,” he ordered.

Nevada stormed past you and threw the door open. You peeked out and could see him talking to his crew. One in particular, Angel went down and spoke to Julio, the bartender, who whispered something and made a motion towards the table where Matteo, his girlfriend and the people they were with were sitting. Angel locked eyes with Nevada, who gave a curt nod.

Suddenly his crew was on Matteo and his table, knocking it over. Fists flew and the women scrambled for cover. The other club goers stopped to watch the scene unfold. Nevada casually strolled downstairs and approached the chaotic scene that had unfolded. Two men held Matteo, who was already sporting a bloody nose and a black eye. Matteo tried to break free but Nevada’s men held him tighter. Nevada smirked. Taking his cigar, he held the hot end close to Matteo’s face. Matteo tried to inch his face away from the cigar.

“So you’re the pretty boy that Y/N dated. Huh, some big man you are, pendejo,” Nevada mocked. Matteo hacked up a wad of spit and spat in Nevada’s face where it landed on his cheek. Nevada reacted instantly, throwing a punch into Matteo’s stomach. Matteo crumpled forward and Nevada’s men threw him on the floor and proceed to kick him. Nevada reached for a fallen napkin and wiped his face, throwing the spiked crumpled tissue onto Matteo. “Stand up maricón,” Nevada ordered. Matteo took too long to stand, so Nevada’s men stood him up. “If you so much as say something to Y/N, fuck, even look in her direction, I will break you.”

“Fuck you,” Matteo spat. “I wouldn’t want that whore anyway.”

Nevada threw another punch, this time straight into his jaw, so hard, a tooth flew. Nevada outstretched his hand, and looked over at Matteo’s girlfriend. “Puta,” he gritted. “Get them out of here.”

After they left, Nevada stared at the the remaining club goers who were still watching. “Come on, let’s dance. A round for everyone!” The music was turned back on and the crowd went back to their partying ways.

Nevada looked up at the balcony and his eyes connected with yours. You smiled.

***

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole,” Nevada growled in between heated kisses.

“Sí papi; por favor, give it to me,” you whimpered as Nevada sucked on the hollow point along your neck.

“Take this shit off,” Nevada replied as he struggled to figure out how your romper worked.

You batted your eyes coquettishly as you hooked your arms around your back to unzip your romper. You were bra-less and all you had on was a pair of red lace underwear.

Nevada whistled low as he watched you step out of your clothes. “Damn mamí.”

You reached down and began to unhook your underwear but Nevada stopped you. “Leave them on.”

Nevada was quick to unzip his erection. Before he could even ask you to suck his cock, you were on your knees before him worshipping him with your mouth and hand.

You spat into your hand and gave Nevada’s cock a few strokes before guiding him into your mouth. His cock felt heavy in your mouth and you relished in the feeling. You began to rhythmically bob, while using your hand to help jack him off.

“Fuck,” Nevada whined as a course of pleasure struck him. He looked down at you and your eyes met once more. “You look so pretty like that,” Nevada grunted. He thumbed your face as he watched his cock slip in and out of your mouth.

“Such a good cock sucker,” Nevada hissed.

His cock reached the back of your throat and you relaxed your gag reflex to take more of him in. Your eyes began to water once more, as he began to fuck your mouth. Nevada’s hands gripped the back of your head tightly, wrapping in your hair. You used your free hand to massage and gently tug on his balls. You lowered your mouth further, sucking gently on his balls.

Nevada pulled you off of him. His cock was slathered in your saliva and a string of saliva connected your mouth to his spit-shiny cock. Nevada wished he had his phone readily to take a picture.

You usually hated giving oral sex but with Nevada, you couldn’t get enough of his cock. You could feel the dampness flooding your panties.

Nevada pulled you up and kissed you passionately. He picked you up by your thighs and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. Nevada carried you over to the couch and sat himself down, with you on top of him.

Nevada dipped his head down and his tongue swirled over a nipple, causing you to moan. He cupped your other breast, using his index finger and thumb to pinch the other nipple. You rocked gently against Nevada, trying to relieve some of the ache in between your legs. Nevada groaned and he gripped your hips as you continued to hump him, your folds running over his length, your wetness coating his erection. Finally, Nevada flipped you so you were on your back.

You arched your back as he kissed along your abdomen. Nevada dipped his tongue into your navel before continuing to make his way down to between your legs. You raised your hips and he helped you remove your panties. “Spread them legs mamí,” Nevada requested. “Let me see that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

Nevada brought your panties to your face and inhaled your scent before dropping them to the side. One arm draped over you, pinning you to the bed. Nevada used his free hand to open your glistening folds. “My, my,” Nevada purred. “Tan mojado.” You writhed under his hot breath, your heart was pounding in your chest, bracing for the inevitable.

He ran a finger up and down your folds, before pressing a finger inside. He finger fucked you for a minute, watching you writhe. He removed his finger and sucked on it clean before diving into your folds.

You cried out as Nevada began his oral ministrations, his tongue lapping and sucking you. Nevada traced you with his tongue, flicking it against your lips. He pressed the tip of his nose on your swollen clit, and moved his head to the side so he could slip a finger inside of you. His nose rubbed your clit as he lazily fucked you with his finger. You groaned, gripping the cheap leather couch. “Fuck, Vada, don’t stop.”

You grabbed at your breasts, tugging on your nipples. Another finger slipped inside. You pushed against Nevada’s hand, trying to somehow get him deeper. Nevada was relentless with his thrusting, continuing to fuck you with his hand, while continuing to suck on your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came, chanting Nevada’s name. Nevada continued to lap at you as you rode out your orgasm; you were so overstimulated you tried to push him away but Nevada held you in place, continuing to fuck you slowly with his tongue as you tried to return to your body. Slowly he pulled his fingers out and placed kisses along your still quivering thighs.

“Let me grab a condom,” Nevada gruffed but you stopped him.

“No, raw me,” you requested. “¿En serio?” Nevada asked. You nodded. Nevada yanked his jeans off and patted his thighs, as he sat back on the couch.

You climbed onto his lap, swinging one leg over the side. Nevada massaged your ass, before giving it a good smack. Raising up and forward, you cried out as you sunk onto Nevada’s thick length.

“Yes, oh yes, you take my cock so good,” Nevada groaned as you began to ride him.

Your breasts bounced as you rode Nevada. One hand braced your hips, guiding you and the other reached up and grabbed a breast, squeezing. “Oh God Nevada,” you moaned. “Give it to me.”

“Take that cock baby,” Nevada grunted as he helped to guide you down harder onto his shaft. You leaned forward and placed your hands on the tops of his shoulders. The sound of skin on skin combined with grunts and moans filled the office.

Nevada could feel the familiar tingle in his balls, but he wasn’t done yet. “Get on your knees baby.”

Coming to a still, you gently climbed off of him and got on all fours, using the couch seat to brace yourself. You turned to look back and saw how red and angry Nevada’s cock looked. Cum dripped from the head.

Nevada stood behind you and ran his hand over his length, smearing some cum. He patted your ass with his dick before teasingly rubbing it against your folds. You moaned and tried to press against him, desperate for his cock.

Nevada snapped his hips into you, sliding his cocked into your wet and willing sheath. Each thrust propelled you forward.

“What a good girl” Nevada grunted as he continued to pound into you. “This is my pussy.”

“Yes, your pussy,” you agreed, your eyes fluttered closed. “Gonna cream all over that cock.”

Nevada smacked your ass, watching his cock slip in and out of you. “Damn, mamí, your pussy is so fucking good,” he complimented with another smack. He leaned over and wrapped his fist into your hair, pulling, causing you to arch back as he fucked you relentlessly.

“I am gonna cum,” you groaned feeling the coil in your belly tighten. Nevada smacked your ass in return. “You gonna come for me?” Nevada asked, slowing down his movements causing you to whinge.

“Don’t stop, harder, fuck me harder,” you begged. Nevada began speeding up his movements, his hands on your hips pulling you against him as he thrusted forward.

“Oh, fuck Y/N, oh fuck,” Nevada groaned as he reached around and used the pad of his thumb to rub circles on your swollen clitoris.

“Fu-uck Nevada” you cried out. “I’m going to...”

“Cum for me,” Nevada commanded with a growl and you obliged, crying out his name, as your walls fluttered, tightening around his cock.

Nevada came with a roar, his hips stiffening as he unloaded his seed into you. Nevada lurched over you, in exhaustion. You felt him reach down and remove his now softened cock. Nevada plopped his sweaty body onto the couch as you collapsed against the couch, completely spent.

After a minute or so however, you climbed onto the couch and Nevada pulled you against him. “You never have to worry about Matteo again,” he murmured.

“I know,” you replied placing a kiss against his bearded cheek. “Thank you.”

Nevada looked at you. “For you, anything.”

FIN

***

#my fics #my writing #life is short and nevada ramirez is hot #nevada ramirez x reader #nevada ramirez imagine #nevada ramirez smut

[fazbearsecuritycrew]

i need to hear more about the time jeremy attacked mike to get him to remember

This hadn’t been the first time Jeremy called Mike asking him to help him with the night shift. He asked him plenty of times before, and Mike never hesitated to accept.

But this had been the first time in a few months. He was a couple weeks deep into the routine now, and it was a Tuesday. Literally the most uneventful day of the week and Jeremy wanted some company. Mike snorted. Maybe Jeremy was dying of boredom.

Though he couldn’t help but wonder why the boy was so hellbent on him coming tonight. He didn’t hear about him having any trouble with the animatronics lately, and he seemed fine the other day. Huh. Maybe he was bored.

It was a weird request, but Mike could overlook it. Jeremy was bound to start acting strange once the only thing he started running on was fluctuating hormones and four hours of sleep. Man, Mike really had to convince him to quit soon.

The pizzeria was off, though. One step into the place made him want to turn right around again. Yeah, he could see why Jeremy wanted him here. This shit was uncomfortable.

The atmosphere here always had that foreboding feeling, or just general uneasiness, but it was worse than usual tonight. Not even days where the watchman would die would feel like this.

The cheap, flickering lightbulb in the office felt eerier than usual. Mike found it especially unnerving how Jeremy somehow managed to doze off in a place like this. It was official- if he could fall asleep here, the kid could totally sleep through being stuffed.

Jeremy groaned when Mike reached to shake him awake, adjusting his arm back over his eyes to try to go back to sleep. It was kind of adorable.

“Hey Fitzgerald, time to get up. They don’t like it when you sleep on the job.”

He placed a hand against the boy’s shoulder and started to shake. Jeremy groaned, attempting to adjust his arm back over his eyes to go back to sleep.

He moved back to give the guy some space, working on organizing the papers on the desk. The office looked like a mess, more than usual. Nothing being like "usual" seemed to be the theme for the night.

“Oh, hey Mike,” Jeremy answered weakly, rubbing his eye as he pushed himself to sit up. The hat slumped further down his face, but he didn’t make any move to fix it. “Sorry. I didn’t get any sleep last night so I’m exhausted.”

“We have an hour til shift, so you might as well try and get a nap in.” He swept up some scattered papers and moved them to the side. Seriously, when was the last time anybody bothered to clean this place? Well, technically, it was him and Jeremy back in December, and that had been awhile ago. It was getting pretty dirty.

There was this chill that went up his spine again, and from the corner of his eye, Mike could see Jeremy staring pretty intently at the back of his head.

Mike tried to distract him with some conversation. Maybe the kid was still waking up. He looked just as disoriented as he sounded on the call earlier.

“Yo Fitzgerald, you feel this right now?” Mike called, sweeping back the scattered papers over the desk.

Jeremy shifted around, rubbing at his eye under the rim of the hat. “Feel…what?”

“Usually your intuition is going off the charts. You mean to tell me you don’t feel that?”

There was some snoring. Jeremy seemed to be falling asleep again, slumping over the arm of the couch. Mike wanted to find that adorable, too, but there was the feeling of concern that tugged at his head.

“Fitzgerald, you sure you don’t wanna sit this one out, man? You look like you’re ready to die. We can trade shifts, y'know.”

Jeremy groaned. Mike knew it was a shitty thing to say, but he usually replied to any of his attempts at humor with some good natured banter of his own. Mike turned around, and Jeremy hung with his head low over the side of the couch, blood starting to drip from his nose.

“Shit, Jeremy. Your nose!” Mike took a handful of tissues from the box, unfortunately coming out with just three. Shit, why wasn’t anything in this place ever stocked like it was supposed to be?

Jeremy cradled his nose even as more rivulets of blood pooled over his hands and onto his sleeves. It was running like a faucet.

“Uh, shit shit shit.” This was bad. He had experienced nosebleeds himself in the past, but this one wasn’t letting up. Mike grimaced.  

“Hang on, Jeremy. I’m gonna go see if there’s some shit we can use! Don’t move!”

Mike sprinted from the office, making a beeline for the front desk. Management was too cheap to buy more than one first aid kit, and the few shitty bandages they had in the office were going to do nothing for the way his nose was running.

Lugging it on the way back from the office, Mike passed the bathroom. It would be a detour, but Mike thought it would probably be a good idea to grab some wet paper towels to clean up or something.

He threw the kit into another sink and ripped out nearly half the roll in the paper towel dispenser, running the water at room temperature.

Mike looked up and nearly launched himself forward out surprise. He didn’t even hear when Jeremy walked into the bathroom.

“Jesus, Fitzgerald! Give a guy a warning before you sneak up on him!” Then the words registered in his mind, and a different kind of panic registered in him. “And for fuck’s sake, I thought I told you to stay still!”

Jeremy followed Mike as the man reached over and hastily began to wet more paper towels under the stream. The water kept running, and he quickly walked over the boy, guiding him to the sink.

He pressed the soggy paper towels against the boy’s face, but he continued to stare at Mike. Mike told him to lean his head over the sink for a few moments, which he did, but out of the corner of his eye he caught the boy staring at him from the mirror instead.

As unsettled as Mike was and how desperately he wanted to make distance, he stayed put for his sake. Jeremy’s probably acting weird because of how much blood he lost which, if the amount in the sink was anything to go by, was finally slowing down.

“Shit, you nearly gave me a heart attack today, you know that?”

Jeremy mechanically turned his attention towards the porcelain sink, not really seeming to register what Mike was saying to him.

“Um, Jeremy, you feeling alright man?”

Jeremy leaned against the sink, quiet wheezing and running water being the only noises that filled the air.

“…May 5th, 1987. That’s your birthday, r-right?”

Leave it to Jeremy to want to talk about birthdays when he’s bleeding half to death. He decided to humor him with a nod.

“You forgot…what happened. You left them all alone.” His voice went hoarse in the matter of a sentence, and with his unfocused eyes and blood smeared all over his face, Jeremy looked like he had just murdered a man in cold blood.

Mike couldn’t help but put a little distance between the two of them. Whatever the blood loss was doing to Jeremy was creeping him the fuck out.

Jeremy started to slink over to him, offering a hand. Mike took a step back, taking note of his bloody fingernails.

“But m-maybe you’ll remember if I reintroduce myself!”

His eyes shone an unnaturally bright brown. When did Jeremy ever have brown eyes?

Mike stumbled into a sink and the tile wall, and despite being shorter, Jeremy somehow seemed to tower over him, bloody smile that seemed stretched and wrong and not like Jeremy at all.

No, that definitely wasn’t Jeremy.

“H-H-Hey M-Mikey!” He waved. “It’s me.”

(There was something leading up to this seemingly spontaneous possession. First we need to see what went wrong).

#fazbear answers #anonymous #mike schmidt #jeremy fitzgerald #file #(found in filing cabinet)

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BTS Pregnancy Series #2: Finding Out/Telling Him

6 to 8 weeks, or one and a half to two months, pregnant.

Kim Seokjin

“Fine! Leave me then, you fucking jerk!” You yelled as you pushed past Jin and stormed upstairs to your bedroom. Jin flinched at your tone of voice, surprised that you were acting like this. He had just told you that the group would be doing promotions overseas for three weeks and even though you never liked to hear that he was leaving, you had never reacted this way before.

Jin took a deep breath before trudging up the stairs after you. Once he got your bedroom, he peaked inside to see you laying in the bed, crying so hard that he could see your body shaking. 

“Y/N,” he whispered sadly, rushing into the room and sitting on the side of the bed that you were laying on. He laid his hand on your back and rubbed softly, which made you cry harder.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I just....J-just hate it when.....you leave,” you gasped out in between tears. 

“I know you do baby. You know I hate it just as much as you do though,” He said quietly, and you nodded in agreement. “Hey jagi?”

You looked up at him as you wiped away the tears streaks from your face. “Hmm?”

“Have you taken a pregnancy test this month?” You raised an eyebrow at him, and he quickly shook his head. “I only ask because you’re really emotional. More so than normal.”

You bit your lip as you thought about it. You and Jin hadn’t been making any vigorous efforts for a while now, deciding to take a break from trying for a few months. However, there was that night some weeks ago....

“You’re right,” you tell him as you look back up at him. You both sit there in silence for a few seconds before you spring up and run into the bathroom. Opening the cabinet, you quickly grab the last pregnancy test you had and rip it open. After taking it, you quickly put the top on it and wash your hands before leaving it on the counter. 

“I can’t look Jin. You go,” you shoo him into the bathroom. Smiling, he walks into the bathroom as you bite on your nail. A few seconds later, he walks back into the bedroom with a blank look on his face.

“I’m not pregnant, am I?” You asked, already feeling the disappointment set in. 

“Jagiya, we’re having a baby,” he yells, smiling widely. You feel the tears immediately cloud your eyes and Jin scoops you up in a hug. “Can you believe it jagi?”

“We’re having a baby,” you whisper in disbelief, hugging Jin tightly.

Min Yoongi

“Y/N, I really think that we should go to the hospital,” Yoongi muttered as you leaned over the toilet for the 6th time since you had woken up this morning. You threw your hand up as you finally felt your stomach settle for the first time all day.

Yoongi handed you some tissue and you wiped your mouth off. “No need for that Yoong,” you sighed heavily. 

“Y/N, you never vomit. Not even when you have a regular cold. It might be something serious.” You tried to stand up but you were a little shaky on your feet so Yoongi quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you up.

“I know what’s wrong with me baby,” you tell him, making him raise an eyebrow. You step out of the bathroom into your bedroom and go over to your purse. You quickly pull out the pregnancy test and walk back into the bathroom with it in hand. Instead of handing it right to him, you set it on the counter and grab your toothbrush to brush your teeth.

“Y/N, what is this?” Yoongi asked as he picked up the test. You heard him inhale sharply and after you finished brushing, you wiped your mouth and turned around to look at him.

“How long have you known?” He wondered, looking up at you.

“Since yesterday. Today’s not the first time I’ve thrown up recently,” you admit, making him glare lightly at you. “Like you said, I never vomit and the more I thought about it, I realized my period was two weeks late and I just hadn’t noticed. So I took the test and,” you trail off, pointing to the stick in his hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me as soon as you found out baby?” He mutters quietly.

“I was exhausted after getting off work and you were in the studio until late. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t gonna tell you though,” you giggle. He continues to stare down at the test, mouth slightly open in surprise. “Are you happy?” You hesitantly question.

“Jagiya,” he whispers as he looks up at you. “Of course I am. Come here,” he holds his arms open and you immediately step into them, loving the warmth his body emits. “We’re having a miniature us,” he laughs.  

Kim Namjoon

“Holy shit,” you squealed happily, looking at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. A few weeks after you and Namjoon’s anniversary, you felt sick to your stomach and despite the conversation you and Namjoon had, something told you to take a pregnancy test. 

Later that night, you were laying in bed when Namjoon finally came home from the studio. He quietly opened the door to your bedroom, trying not to make much noise but his eyes widened in surprise at seeing that you were still up.

“Hey jagi,” he smiled as he walked all the way into the room. He removed his jacket and began to work on taking his jeans off. “What are you still doing up? You’re usually knocked cold around this time.”

“Yeah, I know but I,....something happened today and I need to tell you about it,” you mumbled. After ridding himself of his pants, he walked over to the bed and laid down beside you. 

“What happened? Bad day?” He playfully pouted at you, making you chuckle.

“No. Actually, it was good I think,” you smiled lightly. “Joon, I found out that I’m pregnant today.”

You’re not entirely sure what reaction you expected from him. You halfway expected him to lash out or at least be disappointed. Nothing could have prepared you though, for the large dimpled smile that spread across his face. 

“Jagi, that’s amazing!” He laid himself on top of you, making you giggle in disbelief. 

“Wait, you’re not upset?” You questioned. 

“No. We’re having a baby, why would I be?”

“You know, the whole ‘Me and the boys are so busy’ thing,” you remind him, making him nod in realization.

“Jagi, I’ve always wanted children with you. I’m just afraid of not being around because of my job. I don’t want to leave you alone through this because you didn’t create this alone,” he sets a hand on your stomach. 

“Joon,” you reach up and caress his cheek with your palm. “If I couldn’t handle this lifestyle, do you really think I would’ve agreed to even go out with you, let alone marry you?” You laugh, making him do the same. “I’ll be fine, we’ll be fine,” you tell him and he nods. 

“We’re having a baby,” Namjoon smiles before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

Jung Hoseok 

“Jagi, I’m home!” You heard Hobi scream as the front door closed. You immediately froze and looked down at the pregnancy you had just taken out of the box. Hobi would pick today of all days to come home from practice early. 

“Y/N?” He called and that made you unfreeze. You quickly threw the test down and walked out of the bathroom, running right into Hobi.

“Hey, there you are! I knew that you should’ve been home by now,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Hi Hobi,” you said, pecking his lips softly. “How was practice?”

“Really good. So good we got out early,” he smirked. “Hey, I was thinking takeout tonight? From your favorite place?” He asked and you nodded absentmindedly. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Hobi laughed. “You look really flustered and you usually would be excited about take out.”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” you smiled. Hobi raised an eyebrow and after looking at you for a few more seconds, he finally gave up. 

“Alright then. I’m gonna go use the bathroom and then we can order the food,” he announced and your eyes widened. 

“No!” You yelled as you blocked the doorway of the bathroom. Hobi looked at you in surprise and you realized how crazy you must’ve looked. “I mean, this bathroom isn’t clean. You should go use the guest bath.”

“Jagi, what’s going on?” He asked and you sighed heavily. There was no use in hiding this from him, especially if you turned out to be pregnant. You walked into the bathroom and he followed behind you. He looked at the counter and his face lit up in a smile. 

“Jagiya, are you pregnant?” He yelled as he bounced up and down, making you giggle. 

“I don’t know yet. I was about to take the test when you came home.”

“Without me?”

“I just didn’t want to get your hopes up baby,” you explained. He nodded slowly and then handed the test to you. 

“You hurry and take it, I’m gonna go pee. Be right back,” he called over his shoulder as he sped walked out of the bathroom. Laughing, you quickly glanced over the instructions before using the test. Once you were done, you set it on the counter and set the timer on your phone for one minute. 45 seconds in, Hobi walked back into the bathroom. 

“What took you so long?” You ask.

“I had a lot of water today,” he shrugged, making you laugh. The timer on your phone went off and you both looked down at the test. A big huge plus sign was on the front of it.

“Hobi,” you looked over at him with a huge smile on your face. He quickly picked you up, swinging you around wildly. 

“We’re having a baby!”

Park Jimin

You sung along as you stood backstage at the boys concert, watching them perform the last song of the night. Even though you and Jimin had been together for years now, you never got tired of watching the boys perform. 

After they said goodnight to the crowd, they all ran backstage. Jimin came straight over to you, kissing you firmly.

“You did amazing baby, as usual,” you praised him, making him smile hard. 

“That’s because I had you here. My good luck charm,” he winked. You smiled and were about to reply when you suddenly felt a little dizzy. You must’ve swayed in front of Jimin because he quickly grabbed ahold of your arms. “Jagi, are you alright?”

You tried to nod your head but you suddenly felt lightheaded and you leaned further into Jimin. “I-I can’t,” you tried to say when you suddenly fainted. Jimin’s eyes widened as he managed to catch you before you hit the ground. 

“Can we get a medic over here please?!” Jimin screamed.

When you woke up, the bright light made you wince. You glanced around the room and realized that you were probably in a hospital. You heard the door creak open and Jimin stepped inside. He noticed that you were awake and rushed over to your side.

“Hi jagi,” he whispered softly. “How are you feeling?”

“A little nauseous,” you admitted. “What happened?”

“You fainted. We’re at the hospital now.”

“Do you know why I fainted?”

“Um, yeah actually I do,” he chuckled as a wide smile appeared on his face. “Jagi, you’re six weeks pregnant.”

“I am?” Your eyes widened in surprise. Jimin nodded and rubbed your cheek with his palm. 

“You fainted because your hormones are trying to regulate themselves,” he explained.

“And the baby? It’s ok?”

“Everything’s great,” Jimin smiled. “Can you believe it Y/N? We’re having a baby.”

“Yeah we are,” you sighed happily, kissing Jimin softly.

Kim Taehyung

“You really need to calm down,” you giggled at Tae as he bounced around the bedroom. After trying for one month, you decided to take a test to see if it had worked. Or more like, Tae was forcing you to.

“I can’t! We’re going to have a baby!” He exclaimed.

“Tae, we’re not sure yet,” you said as you tore into the box that held the pregnancy test inside. “My period is only late by two days.”

“I can feel it jagi,” he bounded over to you and looked over your shoulder as you read the instructions on the test. You walked over to the bathroom and turned around to tell Tae something but almost jumped out of your skin when you saw that he was right behind you, following you.

“Goodness sake’s Tae, back up!” You yell as you push against his chest. “You’re not coming in here.”

“Buzzkill,” he muttered. “Fine, I’ll be right here,” he said, pointing to the ground where he was standing. You nodded and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You quickly used the test and once you were done you washed your hands and put the cap back on the test before opening the door. Just like he said, Tae was standing the spot you’d left him in.

“So?” He asked. 

“We have to wait for two minutes,” you explained, handing the test to him. He nodded and looked down at it. You walked over to the laundry basket that was sitting on the bed and proceeded to fold the clothes, which was what you had been doing before Tae ambushed you with the pregnancy test. 

“Oh my gosh!” Tae exclaimed suddenly, making you drop the shirt in your hands before rushing over to him. You looked at the test and saw the word “Pregnant” on the face. You immediately felt the tears in your eyes as you looked up at Tae.

“You were right,” you giggled, still a little in disbelief. Tae scooped you up in his arms and hugged you tightly. 

“We’re having a baby jagi,” he whispered happily into your ear.

Jeon Jungkook

You stood in front of the bathroom counter, looking down at the three positive pregnancy tests in front of you. You just hadn’t been feeling yourself lately and something told you to take a pregnancy test, or three. You didn’t actually think you’d be pregnant though. 

‘I have to tell Kookie,’ you mumbled to yourself. You quickly grabbed the tests and walked back into the bedroom. Jungkook was laying on his side turned away from you, sleeping peacefully. You felt bad knowing that you were about to wake him up but you were going to go crazy if you didn’t tell him now.

“Kook?” You whispered, climbing into the bed next to him. You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook him firmly. “Kook.”

“Mmm Y/N, leave me alone. We can have sex later,” he mumbled, making you blush and smack your teeth. 

“Jeon Jungkook!” You screamed, hitting him really hard at the same time. He sprang up and looked around wildly before looking at you. 

“Don’t do that to me Y/N! You scared me half to death,” he laid a hand over his heart to emphasize his point. 

“I tried to wake you up nicely but you ignored me,” you shrugged. “Desperate measures had to be taken.”

“Anyways, what is so important that you had to wake me up at,” he paused to look at the clock. “7:36AM?”

“Kook,” you brought the pregnancy tests in front of you and held them up for Jungkook to see. “I’m pregnant.” 

His jaw dropped and he wiped his eyes before looking closely at the tests in your hand. 

“You are,” he nodded. “Wait, we’re going to have a baby,” he muttered as it started to set in. He placed a hand on your stomach and looked up at you. “Our baby is in here.”

“That’s what the test says,” you giggled. He leaned down and left a soft kiss on your belly. Once he sat up, he took the tests out of your hands and placed them on the bedside table.

“Come here baby,” he opened his arms and you laid down with him, tangling his legs with yours. 

“Are you happy?” You asked. You felt him press a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“Ecstatic. It just might not seem like it because I’m still tired,” he admits chuckling. “Wait, this means I can call you my baby mama now.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered as you shook your head.

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts reactions #BTS jungkook #BTS jimin #BTS jin #bts v #bts taehyung #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts jhope #bts hoseok #bts rm #bts rap monster #bts namjoon #bts x reader #bts x you #bpbtsqualitypost