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My Favourite Workout {s.c.}

©February 2023 by lalal-99

Changbin x afab!reader | trope: established relationship, shower sex | smut | wordcount: 6.2k

Synopsis: Your boyfriend has been working his butt off the past few weeks. It's only fair of you to offer some of your time up so you can spend it together, doing something you love. Or he does anyways. You're not really a fan of gyms in general, but the private gym at his workplace sure has its perks.

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Note: This sat in my drafts for over a year, but it turned out pretty good in the end. Gym-Changbin got a strong grip on me...

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This was so not what you had expected from a gym. Crowds of bulked-up people, sweaty seats, and overpriced protein shakes – that’s what you were used to. You hadn’t been to that many gyms, but you had seen a fair share of them in your lifetime. And this was so far from anything you had witnessed before.

Instead of bad music and half-naked people you wanted to know nothing about, there was silence. And him.

The man sitting a few metres ahead – toned upper body clad in a tight muscle shirt, thick thighs in a pair of loose hanging shorts – was a feast for the eyes. With every pull he did on the exercising machine, dragging the black metal bar lower before bringing the weights to the ground again, his arms flexed. Every contraction of his muscles below his thin shirt was palpable, so deliciously inviting you to bury your teeth in them.

Had you known before, it was gonna be just the two of you in this one-roomed, private gym, you probably wouldn’t have gone. You barely moved anyway as the cross-trainer you had previously used rested quietly below you, your eyes focused on the beautiful man in front of you. How could you have done anything with him right in your eyesight, distracting you from what you usually did in a gym? An hour-long basic workout before swearing never to do one again.

It took Changbin a minute to notice your glances, but when he did, he casually got up, a smirk plastered on his face as he made his way towards you. He took one of his earphones out, his eyes meeting yours as she placed his muscular arms on the handles of your cross-trainer.

“You know this won’t move by itself, right?” Changbin asked, pointing at the machine below you. You rolled your eyes at his comment, stepping down from the trainer.

“I know, but this is so boring,” you told him honestly as you dried the non-existent sweat from your forehead with the towel you had brought. “I only came here with you today, anyways, because we haven’t spent an hour of quality time in two weeks.”

With your boyfriend working overtime at the studio so close to the release of their newest album, you had barely seen him, let alone spent time with him. For the past two weeks, he had left for work before you got up and only came home after his daily workout when you were already half-asleep on the couch.

Obviously, you didn’t blame Changbin. He loved his work, and being one of the producers for his very own band, he usually had to walk the extra mile. You knew and had always known it wouldn’t be easy. Your relationship needed constant work so you wouldn’t forget about each other in the haste of each day.

This was the exact reason why you had decided to join your boyfriend in the gym tonight. It was your way of showing him you weren’t just complaining but doing something to make it work. And you knew he appreciated your extra effort whenever he couldn’t give a hundred percent.

“We’re spending time right now, aren’t we?”

“I wouldn’t call us working out in different corners of this room ‘spending time together’,” you replied with a huff.

Changbin had been listening to music since you had stepped into JYPE’s private gym just a few floors below his studio. You knew he replayed whatever song they had produced that day while working out afterwards. It was Changbin’s way of clearing his head while also thinking of changes they needed to make in the melody or rhythm.

Still, you wouldn’t have complained about him talking to you or at least not ignoring you, caught up in his daily routine. Your relationship shouldn’t be routine anyways.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Changbin finally agreed as he took the second earplug out. With a swift motion, he put them into the little container, storing them in his pocket. “How about we finish the rest of the workout with no distractions, alright?”

“The rest of the workout?” you questioned in disbelief. “You mean you’re not finished?”

After an hour in the gym, you were convinced Changbin must have been as tired of it as you were. Even if you hadn’t done much actual working out, you could still tell you’d feel the effect of it tomorrow.

“Just another 30 minutes. Tops,” Changbin promised with a smile as he pointed at one machine behind him. “You wanna try something less boring?”

“Fine,” you gave in as you followed him to the device. You would already be sore the next day, so why not give yourself an extra push. “How does this work?”

“You sit on here,” your boyfriend guided you to the seat of the training equipment, “and you place your legs on either side of these pads.”

You followed his instructions one by one, placing your legs outside of two cushions attached to metal bars, eventually leading to the main body of the machine.

“And now what?” you questioned as you looked up at Changbin.

“Well, you’re gonna press your thighs together. But first, you put weight onto them. How much do you want? Like 5 kilos?” The teasing smile on his lips earned him an eye roll as it told you 5 kilos weren’t much.

“Funny.” The sarcasm was evident in your voice as you looked back at the weights variety the machine offered. It went from 5 to 90 kilos in steps of five. You were aware you shouldn’t start with the highest setting, though you didn’t want to start with the lowest either. “Give me like 20.”

“I don’t know, babe. You think you can handle that?”

Honestly, you didn’t believe that to be a lot of weight. 20 kilos? That’s like a dog or a five-year-old child. Although Changbin’s expression told you differently, you were sure you could take that much.

“I know you think I’m just your weak girlfriend. But I’m very capable of making those sorts of decisions for myself.” You didn’t intend it to come out as harsh as it did, seeing your boyfriend was merely trying to help you. Still, you didn’t appreciate him suggesting, you weren’t strong enough.

“Fine, don’t listen to me. But don’t you complain about your legs tomorrow. I won’t carry you around the house just because you didn’t believe me,” Changbin eventually agreed, setting the weight to your wishes. “Is this good?”

As you pressed your knees towards each other, effectively lifting the weight you had chosen, you realised you had messed up. You hadn’t known 20 kilos to put that much pressure onto your untrained legs when you could easily carry them with your arms. One of your nephews weighed about that much, and he was no difficulty for you.

Obviously, you couldn’t let Changbin know he had been right. After the scene you had just caused, you couldn’t acknowledge you were wrong, and actually weren’t capable of making those decisions for yourself.

“Yup.” You forced a smile onto your lips as you felt your abdominal muscles clench at the pain. It was almost impossible to control your facial expressions when you wanted to scream and curl into a ball instead. “Get back to your workout, babe. I’m fine, really.”

With a shake of his head, and a chuckle leaving his lips, Changbin turned around to head back to his previous workout. The second you were out of his sight, you stopped moving, feeling the burn in your every fibre already. Your legs were shaking as you silently breathed through the sting, picking the movement back up the second Changbin sat down. Unfortunately, he was facing you, so you couldn’t have merely pretended to be doing the exercise.

Your boyfriend picked up his previous routine, his arms finding the metal bar above his head as he started pulling it towards himself. You didn’t know exactly how much weight he had put onto his machine, but you guessed it was about 60 kilos. It was around three times what you were currently pressing between your legs, and still, he looked almost calm doing it. Obviously, you knew your boyfriend was fit – you saw him naked every day – but this was impressive, nevertheless.

You tried your best to concentrate on anything but your thighs, your eyes finding him after a few more squeezes. Changbin threw you a sweet smile as your teeth caught your lower lip. Looking at his buff arms only distracted you for so long, and you already felt you wouldn’t last much longer. Still, you didn’t think about giving up.

As you kept pushing yourself through the pain, you silently counted every press your legs did. Reaching ten presses after a minute, you decided it to be good enough for your first round. The second your legs stopped squeezing, an unintentional sigh left your lips as you felt your muscles relax. So far, so good.

With your head thrown back and your eyes pressed shut, you tried regaining your composure. You were so occupied with catching a grip on reality you didn’t even recognise Changbin was staring at you. You looked up at him only when you heard his weights hit the ground. He had barely gotten to 15 pulls, and you knew for a fact that this couldn’t be it. He must have had a lot more in him than just that.

“What’s wrong?” you questioned your boyfriend in confusion. Your hands came from the handles at your sides to your face as you dragged them across your skin. That you were already sweating after just a minute of actual working out couldn’t have been a good sign.

“You have got to be kidding me.” As Changbin shook his head in disbelief, your eyes wandered down his body to his hand positioned in his lap. You were trying to find the reason for his sudden reaction, and it took you a few seconds to realise how his hand wasn’t simply resting in his crotch. It pressed against it, trying to control the growing bulge under the thin fabric.

“Do you…” Your voice trailed off as a smile appeared on your face. With your hand covering your mouth, you tried hiding it, though you weren’t doing a good job. “Do you have a boner?”

“It’s not my fault,” Changbin reasoned as his eyes slid over your exposed legs towards your face. “It’s you!”

“What did I do? I’m just sitting here,” you explained as-a-matter-of-factly. You hadn’t done anything to turn him on, at least not intentionally.

“Yeah. Legs spread, making your sex noises.”

Your mouth opened at his accusation, your legs swinging over the cushions so you could close them. They were still quivering from the previous weighted movement, so you ran your hands over them, massaging the muscle.

“I’m not making sex noises,” you exclaimed, somewhat offended. No way in hell were the sounds you had made while pressing 20 kilos with your legs were the same ones you made when the two of you were together.

“You sure are. You’ve been moaning the whole time. And now you’re touching yourself, which isn’t any better,” Changbin pointed out, his eyes pinned on your hand running over your thigh. His words made you stop as you tried to terminate anything that might have caused his discomfort. It made you proud how it hadn’t taken much work to get him aroused, though you wouldn’t have disclosed that to him under any circumstance. “Also, we haven’t had sex in about three weeks.”

“And that’s my fault? How, exactly?”

With Changbin in the studio and you working all day, there had only been a few chances for the two of you to get some sexy time. And when such rare opportunities occurred, either you had been too tired, or he had been too sore. If he really wanted to blame you for the lack of intimacy, he couldn’t take himself out of the equation.

“It’s not.” A sigh left Changbin’s lips as she took the towel from beside him to put it over his crotch. “Let’s just get back to the workout, okay? I’m sure it will be gone in a few minutes.”

As your boyfriend stretched his arms to get a hold on the handles of the exercising machine above him, his tight shirt rid up his body a bit. It revealed his stomach below it for only a second, but you caught it anyway. Once he dragged the bar down the first time, your eyes immediately came to his bulky arms.

When you had met Changbin a few years earlier, he hadn’t yet achieved those as he hadn’t started working out as much.

You hadn’t fallen for him because of the way he could pick you up or spin you around as though you were a mannequin rather than a human being. You had fallen for Changbin because of his character, the way he could make you smile or laugh with only a few words. That he had gotten so muscular over the past two years was merely an extra which you didn’t mind. Frankly, you would have loved him with or without the few kilos of extra beef.

Still, you couldn’t help yourself wanting to touch him, lick him, or anything really. Nothing was off the table with the two of you, and even though your boyfriend was sweaty at the moment, you couldn’t help wanting to be closer to him. It became apparent at that moment that he wasn’t the only one riled up by the lack of sexual activity over the past few weeks.

“You know, there are quicker ways to get rid of an erection than waiting.” The words had left your mouth before you could think again about offering to help him out.

Changbin swiftly set the weights down again, his hands resting on his thick thighs as he looked at you with a smirk. Obviously, he understood what you were trying to say immediately.

“Are you serious? Here? A public place?”

Frankly, you hadn’t done many spicy things outside your own four walls, but there were first times for everything. Also, you weren’t sure you could wait to get home, wanting to pull those clothes off your boyfriend asap.

It was late anyway, and when you had come to pick him up from the studio, the whole building was pretty much empty. Right now, you thanked the lord that Chan had a dinner scheduled with his girlfriend. It gave you the perfect opportunity for some one-on-one time with your boyfriend.

“Sure. I mean, who’s gonna catch us? JYP?”

When Changbin realised you were right, that no one was there to catch you, he instantly lifted himself up. With a hurried sweep, he grabbed his towel and water bottle before making his way to you, his hand casually catching yours.

“Why are we still here then? Let’s go!”

A giggle left your lips at your boyfriend’s eagerness, the kiss he planted on your lips in excitement lasting only a second or two.

“Wait, my water bottle!” It still sat by the cross-trainer, long forgotten. There would have been plenty time to get it, but apparently, Changbin had other plans.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

As Changbin dragged you from the gym to the changing rooms just a few doors down, you checked the halls one last time, making sure no one was around. When you realised everything was quiet, you bit your lip in anticipation.

The second you had reached the room, Changbin opened the door impatiently, pulling you inside. He closed the door behind you with a loud thud, and you found yourself pressed against the cold material instantly.

“This is so exciting,” your boyfriend pointed out before his lips met yours in an eager kiss. You could taste the sweat on his upper lip, though you couldn’t have cared less. Changbin’s strong hands instantly came to your waist, keeping you in place as his hip pressed into yours hungrily. “Let’s take this off, shall we?” A second later, your shirt was off you as Changbin’s hands came up to cup your breasts over the fabric of your sports bra.

“Do you like it? I bought it last week,” you questioned as Changbin eyed the white material.

“I do. I’d like it more if you took it off, though.”

“Sure. You first.”

With a smirk still plastered on his face, your boyfriend’s hands came to the hem of his shirt as he pulled it over his head. You bit your lip at the view, your mouth watering at the sight of his delicious peck muscles. Apart from his arms, they were probably your favourite extra.

“Your turn!” Changbin said before you could even think about touching him. You could get to that later, anyway. “And take off the shoes.”

Without as much as a hint of hesitation, you slipped out of your new clothing item and your sneakers, leaving you in only your pants and panties. Changbin followed suit, kicking his shoes and socks away as he came closer to you again.

His hands found yours as he pressed them against the door beside your head so you couldn’t move them. His body flushed against you was enough to declare you officially trapped.

When Changbin’s lips found yours again, his tongue instantly connecting with yours, he ground his hips into you, effectively making you sigh into him. You could feel him grinning against your mouth.

“I might have been wrong before. Your sex noises are way better than your workout noises,” Changbin pointed out. “They’re like music to my ears.”

“Maybe you should make a song out of them. This way, you can listen to me while working out.”

“Tempting- but I’d rather not get a boner while working out with Chan. This-” Rutting his hips into yours, you felt his erection more prominent than before. “This is for you and for you only.”

“Good.”

Your boyfriend’s lips met yours again, this time slightly rougher as he evidently attempted to move things along. Soon enough, his tongue met your neck as he sucked on the skin, causing another whimper to leave you. After years of being together, he clearly knew all your buttons by heart.

As Changbin reached your breast, your moaning turned into groaning, the frustration reaching a new high. His mouth engulfed your nipple, lightly grazing it with his teeth before he let his tongue run over it. The arching of your back was the only indication he needed to know his advances caused the wanted impact on you.

When his hands ran down your arms and to your waist, you felt goosebumps rise all over your body as a rush of blood went to your core. You had always loved how your boyfriend could turn you to mush at his hands, especially now that you had seen him work out. All the strength in his arms didn’t change how carefully he handled you; as though you’d break under too much pressure.

Your hands came to Changbin’s hair as he kissed all over your chest, entangling with the bundle as you closed your eyes and threw your head back at the pleasure. Only when he went further down, eventually landing on his knees – like you weren’t turned on enough already, making your heart skip a few beats – did you look down at him.

A smile spread on your lips as you knew what was coming.

“These,” Changbin’s hands came around your thighs as she slapped one of them hungrily, “make me go crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about burying my head between them when you were doing that exercise earlier. And I do think we should get one of those exercise machines for our house. Just so we can misuse it. Every. Single. Day.”

With those words, Changbin started dragging your shorts down your legs, effectively taking your panties off with them. You quickly swiped them away with your foot so they wouldn’t get in the way of things.

“I think there are machines for that exact use. Why don’t we get one of those?” You couldn’t deny the thought exciting you. Smaller toys had been part of your love life since the beginning, but never something as massive as this.

“And I think I absolutely fucking love you.”

Without another second of hesitation, Changbin buried his head between your thighs, his tongue licking a rough strip up your folds. It made your legs quiver as you pulled at his hair. You were still pretty beat from your previous workout so that your legs were almost giving out beneath you was no surprise. Especially when your boyfriend made you feel so good on top of everything.

One of his arms kept you spread for him as his other came around your thigh, lifting it up and over his shoulder. It gave him much better access so his second hand could wander around your body, keeping you in place at your spine.

Changbin’s tongue ran along your entrance a couple times, dipping in only slightly before precisely meeting your nub. It sent shock waves down your back as he knew exactly how you liked it. He soon tilted his head, eyes closing as he seemed to enjoy this as much as you did. Perhaps even more.

The way he ate you out, fast – almost maliciously so – you knew you wouldn’t last for too long. That, paired with the excitement about someone possibly walking in on you at any given time, took you straight to cloud nine. Sure, you hadn’t noticed anyone before, but that didn’t mean no one was actually around.

When Changbin’s teeth came into play, lightly running over your nub every few licks, a loud cry escaped your throat. You bucked your hips into him involuntarily, the knee currently not resting on his shoulder quivering heavily. Had he not held you by your leg, you would have fallen to your knees at the pleasure running through your system. Changbin seemed to notice how difficult it was for you to concentrate on anything but the pain in your leg, quickly deciding to help you out.

You were used to having one of your legs positioned over your boyfriend’s shoulder, opening up possibilities for him to reach deeper – better. So, when Changbin pulled your second leg up, pulling it over his other shoulder, you were more than just stunned. In the new position, one you had never tried before – you fully sitting on his shoulders – a whole different set of possibilities opened up.

That Changbin could even carry you like this, all your weight pressing onto him, was a miracle. Sure, he benched more than your weight and probably pulled just as much, but this was still different. You weren’t dead weight like the metal sitting only rooms away; you’re a human. It was you and every kilo you brought to the table.

Your surprise and fear for your boyfriend’s well-being were swiftly overshadowed when you noticed just how much he enjoyed this new position. It gave him total control over your body, where to put you and how to bend you. And that control, he used to both your advantages.

As your back was pressed against the cold metal of the door, your hands automatically came to Changbin’s hair, pulling on it as he dove in deeper. His hands by your spine pushed you closer against him as you feared he might suffocate. He couldn’t have possibly gotten the necessary oxygen in this seemingly uncomfortable position. And, still, it didn’t impact his action as much as you had anticipated. It might have even spurred him on further.

His humming vibrated through your whole body, sending shock waves to every fibre of your being. You couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling, noticing the smirk against your core once he heard. One of his hands left your spine to slap your butt as he started massaging it, only encouraging you to be less cautious of the noise leaving your body.

Changbin’s second hand snuck around your body, running up your stomach and towards your breast, stroking it roughly as his fingers ran over your nipple. This, paired with his second hand on your butt and his mouth on your core, made you shiver and twitch against him. His tongue lapping at your juices, so precisely meeting every tiny spot between your legs, brought you close as fast as barely before.

“Fuck,” you sobbed once the tip of his muscle ran down to your hole, fucking inside hastily. It certainly wasn’t long enough to reach every spot within you, but it felt great, nonetheless. So much so that you could have stayed like this forever.

For all you cared, Changbin could have eaten you out like this the whole night. Though you doubted it would be enough to finish either of you.

So, when Changbin slowly and ever-so-carefully set your legs back onto the ground, his mouth leaving your heat, you weren’t mad. As your legs quivered on either side of him, he came up from the floor, standing right in front of you as he leaned in for a long, somewhat innocent kiss.

“We’re so gonna do that more often,” Changbin breathed against your lips as a smirk spread on his. “I’ll get undressed. Meet you in the shower?”

All you could muster was a nod as you shakily started making your way towards the shower cubicles. Finding your ass in a slap as you moved, you jerked forward in unexpectedness.

“Sorry, my hand slipped.” The smirk on his face told you otherwise, though you naturally ignored the comment as you continued your path further back.

The moment you found yourself under the warm water, the liquid running through your hair and down your body, you felt yourself relax. The jets softly massaged your back and the muscles which had gotten so tense from leaning against the metal door for too long, causing a few moans to slip out of your mouth.

It wasn’t until you felt a presence behind you that you came back from your trance, the thick fingers around your waist causing a smile to spread on your face.

“I hope the shower isn’t making you feel better than I do...” Voice trailing off, Changbin’s lips came to your neck, running along the vein at the side. You moaned at the feeling, even more relaxing than the shower itself, a smile spreading on his lips. “I take that as a ‘no’.”

With his hands running up your body, fingering over your perked nipples, you arched your back against his front. His arousal became unmistakably clear to you when you felt him poke one of your ass cheeks. You bit your lip at the sensation, proud of your effect on his body.

His tongue ran over your neck, down your left shoulder and over to your right as his hands softly massaged your breast. The shower jets only added to the sensation, your head soon thrown to the side to give Changbin better access to your earlobe. He twirled it between his teeth, growling in your ear as you continuously pushed your ass against him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this.” Smiling at your words, you tried turning around to kiss him, though his strong arms prevented any unapproved movement. “Stay like this. Perfectly still for me to touch and do as I please. You like that, don’t you?”

Humming in answer, Changbin ran one hand down your spine, thumb pressing into your muscles on either side. When he reached your butt, he grabbed one of your cheeks, pulling it to the side before letting it slap back against the other. He did the same thing to the other, his hand reaching even deeper, running two fingers through your folds to test your wetness. It made you moan loudly, the sound echoing from the tiled walls. To neither of your surprise, you were drenched.

“Ready, baby?”

You merely nodded, forming words impossible at this point. Not with how much need was radiating from your every pore.

Putting your hands against the wall in front of you, you leaned forward to give him better access. With one of his hands pressing against your lower back, the other guiding him towards your entrance, it took him less than 5 seconds to enter you, bottoming inside you.

“Mhm…”

“Feel good, baby?” Changbin pulled you back against his chest, slipping out just a tad at the movement. You agreed with a nod, hands reaching back to touch his hips.

“Move- please.”

Chuckling at your attempt to talk, Changbin tilted your head to the side with two fingers, kissing the corner of your mouth before slowly pulling out and plunging himself back in. “I fucking love you. Did I tell you that?”

His length dragged deliciously against your swollen walls in this position, meeting that spot inside you every time. It took him a few seconds to find a rhythm before his hips settled at snapping against yours in perfect timing with your breathing. At first, at least.

A few minutes into it, Changbin sped up, your hands coming from your side – holding onto his at your waist – to the wall in front of you. You needed to stabilise yourself in some way, his forceful thrusts sending you straight to heaven. He took a step forward to keep reaching deep inside, your back arching for comfort. It also helped you focus on not coming already.

“Fuck, if you keep clenching like this...”

Changbin didn’t end his sentence, but you understood him perfectly anyway. Knowing he wasn’t doing any better than you calmed you down, your walls relaxing slightly. It sent you closer quicker, but you knew he wasn’t far behind, so it was alright.

Soon enough, one of his hands reached around your body again, twisting your nipples once before travelling down your front. How he even had a head for helping you out when he was so close himself was beyond you. Your head started spinning when two of his fingers met your nub, roughly circling the flesh.

Letting your head hang slack in front of you, you squeezed your eyes shut at the sensation, the water running down your back only adding to it. You started twitching against him, your body leaving your control at his skilled technique. All you could do was hold onto the wall, trying to relieve some tension by dragging your fingers against the tiles. Your knuckles soon turned white, your head dizzy, and your sight blurry once Changbin angled his hips to reach your spot.

“Fuck-”

Your body started shaking at the approach of your inevitable release, Changbin pulling you flash against him. His arm wrapped around your front, keeping you stable against him as your hands reached back to grab him. With his head back at the side of your head, kissing your skin and attempting to give some momentum to the moment, you grabbed his hair, pulling lightly as the high came crashing over you.

Spasming against him, loud moans escaping your mouth like a waterfall, Changbin held you as close as possible, guiding you through it. He slowed down his thrusts for a few seconds, fingers circling your nub at a less demanding pace. His touch never stopped, simply helping you through the high but not letting you calm down just yet.

“That was so hot, baby,” Changbin whispered in your ear before picking up the pace of his hips and fingers. It sent you right back to the white-gazed, world-spinning high you hadn’t had the chance to come down from. “You think you can do it again?”

“I don’t-” your words were cut off when he sped up, going even harder and faster than he did earlier. The overstimulation set in soon enough, your mouth hanging slack as whimpers tumbled over your tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“Just like that, baby. Come for me again!”

How you did it, you wouldn’t have been able to tell with a gun to your head. You had never come a second time this quick after your first time. Until now, that was.

Maybe it was how well Changbin knew your body, being able to coax orgasm after orgasm out of you at a speed that could have been world record worthy. Maybe, it was the whole ‘people might walk in on you any second’-situation. You didn’t have the head to care as you kept spasming against his front, feeling him release with a groan in your ear.

You rode out both your highs in about a minute, his movement never stopping but calming down with every second until he finally stopped. Changbin didn’t withdraw just yet, though he took the opportunity of complete calmness to press a soft kiss against your cheek.

Still catching your breath after two back-to-back orgasms, you merely smiled at his sweet action, hands holding onto him behind you.

“That-” Changbin cut himself off, also trying to get his breathing under control. It took him a few moments, but then he pulled out of you, spinning you around on wobbly legs. Kissing you for the first time in what felt like hours, you felt yourself reaching earth again after being sent to heaven twice in a matter of seconds. “The single, most hottest thing you ever did.”

“‘t wasn’t me. All you.”

That you still couldn’t speak properly further proved just how high up he had brought you. Changbin chuckled at your attempt to talk, forehead pressing against yours as you started feeling his release dribble down your leg. Good thing you were already in the shower, or else it would have made a complete mess.

“Let’s settle on team effort.” You giggled at his words, feeling your eyes and legs giving out on you. Had it not been for Changbin’s hands at your sides, you would have collapsed already. “You tired, baby?”

You didn’t need to answer that question as your boyfriend slowly guided you to the floor, helping you settle against the wall. The water was still running over your body as he disappeared for a few seconds. When he came back, he had shower gel, shampoo, and your sports bra with you, so you wouldn’t have to sit on the cold floor and risk catching a UTI. After that workout, you wouldn’t be needing it tonight anyway.

Turning your back to him, Changbin squeezed some of the shampoo onto his fingers before bringing them to your hair, softly spreading it over your scalp. The touch felt like magic, pumping energy back into your body. Same with the shower gel, which Changbin massaged into your back once he was done with your hair. You moaned at the feeling, your muscles relaxing at his perfectly calm touch.

Changbin always found ways to take ‘aftercare’ to a whole nother level.

“You good to walk? Or do you want me to carry you?”

“I can walk,” you told him, getting off the floor. Your legs were still pretty unstable, shaking under your weight. As though you hadn’t learned to walk yet.

“Okay, Bambi. Let me help you.” Swept off your feet, Changbin carried you out of the shower stalls and back into the changing area. You giggled in his arms, time and time again surprised by his strength. He almost made it look like you weighed nothing.

Wrapping you in a towel, Changbin left you for maybe a minute to clean himself. It gave you time to calm down further, your head and body almost completely back to normal once he came back into the room. As he dried himself off, you couldn’t help your wandering eyes running over his body. A real sight for the Gods, your boyfriend was.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised, much to Changbin’s surprise. His eyebrows drew together, confusion taking over his face as he came closer, the towel hanging dangerously loose around his waist.

“What for?”

“You couldn’t finish your workout because of me.”

In your head, you knew he didn’t mind. Still, you felt bad you hadn’t let him finish off his routine because of your arousal. And, frankly, your unwillingness to work out even a minute longer.

“You’re a little stupid-head, you know that?” Changbin asked in amusement, playfully shoving your head as he seated himself next to you. “I’d do you over a workout anytime.” He kissed you lightly, tongue brushing against your lower lip for only a second before he pulled away. “Now, turn around, so I can get changed.”

You laughed at his demand, putting your hands over your eyes, fingers spread apart as far as possible.

“Eyes are closed. Go ahead!”

Changbin laughed at your action, a few emotions written on his face simultaneously. Though, it didn’t take much of you to recognise the main one. “Fuck, I don’t think I can love you more than right now.”

And he meant it.

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axelsagewrites · 11 months

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Lucerys Velaryon*Date

Pairing: Modern!Luke x Gn!reader

Other charecters: Jace, Aegon, Aemond, Bran, Jojen

Summary: Luke finally goes on his date with his study buddy but realises as he's walking round the mall he's being stalked

Word count: 2041

Part two to Study (here) but can be read alone as just a highschool Luke going on his first date with his crush

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A/N: You can't tell me modern Aegon doesnt make mean girl references and is a himbo

Luke spent every minute of the rest of the week counting down the time till your date. When he told his friends about it the pair didn’t believe him at first. Bran and Jojen had gave Luke all the advice they could think of. Bring mints and gum and brush your teeth first and make sure to use mouth wash. However, none of the three had any clue what to do after that.

This didn’t matter because luckily, or perhaps unfortunately, his uncles and brother had been there when he had secured himself a date. And none of the three had stopped talking about it. at first it was mostly just some banter and teasing but the day before the trio all joined to lecture their new protégée on how to date and how to do it well.

“Don’t let them pay for anything or you’ll look cheap,”

“Don’t go on your phone too much but enough that they think you have friends,”

“Pull their chair out for them,”

“Wear nice shoes. It’s the only thing they’ll notice,”

“Make sure you kiss before the dates over or its basically went bust,”

If not for all three of the boys long dating history Luke would have thought their advice was crazy. But it had worked for them? Hadn’t it? is this just how dates are? Jace even gave him a list of topics to bring up in the conversation died. But it was things about sports and indie music artists which Luke knew nothing about.

“If it comes to it just smile and nod,” Aegon told him. “You just need to look like you’re paying attention,”

Jace had insisted to their mother about dropping him off at the mall where he had agreed to meet over text. These texts were all drafted by Jace and Aemond however, even they didn’t trust Aegon to do the talking.

When they arrived Luke’s legs suddenly felt like jelly, and he sat staring into space. Jace put a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, you got this,” he said, for once being sincere, “Text me if you need me,”

“I know what im doing,” Luke mumbled as he clambered out the car to look for you.

It didn’t take too long for Luke to find you inside just by the entrance to The Red Keep shopping mall. Luke was already on the verge of blushing when he saw you. In school you had always been wearing a hoodie or comfy clothes but just like he had you had spent the whole night before picking your outfit, “Hey,” You greeted when you saw him, walking over and giving him a quick hug that made his heart flutter. “I was starting to think you got lost,”

“My brother took me,” Luke said with a faint flush. Jace had taken so long to actually get out of bed this morning he was now 10 minutes late. “I really need to get my driving licence soon,”

It wasn’t much of a joke, but you laughed anyway which made him smile. “Laughing is good. It means they’re into you,” Aegon had told him. “Well, when you do get it, I expect to be the first person to get a ride,” your voice snapped him back.

“Of course,” Luke grinned as you began to walk the mall, “As long as you promise to tell me what turn to take. I get lost easy,”

“Okay,” you said, your voice light with a hint of laughter, the sweet sound of it swimming in Luke’s head, “Left turn in three, two, one,” you said before grabbing his arm to steer him into a store so you could look at a few things.

However, when you walked in Luke felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

Ur doing great dude – JoJo

Luke looked up with narrowed eyes before he started to try scan the mall to see if his friends were in fact stalking him. That’s when he saw Bran and Jojen sitting at the opposite side of the mall at the fountain, waving at him to turn around.

When he did, he was met with your confused face, “Are you good?” you asked.

“Um yeah sorry I thought I heard something,” Luke said with a sorry smile as he turned his attention to the novelty sunglasses you were holding, “You suit them,” he joked.

“They’re for you,” You grinned as you placed the martini shaped sunglasses on his head. “I’m more a flamingo person myself,”

“Nah if you get to pick mine, I pick yours,” Luke said as he scanned the stall before handing you the cactus ones and gently placing them on your face. He blushed when your soft skin brushed against his fingers, “Perfect,” he grinned.

“Let’s take a picture,”

As Luke and you continued window shopping around the mall he sent Jojen a text telling him to go home but they clearly didn’t listen since Luke kept getting them snapping him pictures of himself on snapchat, “Is everything okay? you’ve been on your phone a lot,” you asked causing Luke to blush bright red.

He’d broke one of Aemond’s rules, “Nah its just my friends being weirdos,” Luke tried to play it off, slipping his phone away and praying he hadn’t come off as an asshole.

Luckily you laughed, “Don’t worry mine are the same. I’ll be getting interrogated when I go home,” Luke couldn’t help but chuckle since his brother was defiantly going to do the same, “Im shocked they didn’t follow us here,” you joked.

Luke’s eyes widened before he quickly tried to act cool again and failed, “What that’s crazy who would do that?” Luke blushed as he looked around the mall for a distraction, “Hey wanna get food?”

Changing the subject had worked since now Luke stood beside you ordering in the food court. He had made sure to get his wallet out before you could grab your own money and he thought it was adorable the way you blushed when he paid for you. at least he had finally started doing this date right. “I’m gonna go grab us a table,” you said while Luke stayed to wait for the food.

“I was gonna pull your chair out for you,” Luke mumbled without thinking and blushed pink when you called him out.

“I can pull my own chair out,” you rolled your eyes with a playful smile before turning to find the table.

Luke spent the next couple minutes trying to remain calm as he checked his messages from Jo and Bran and waited for the food.

I actually think it’s going well btw they’re amazing guys

Luke carried the tray of food over however he stopped in his tracks when he saw the table a couple behind yours. Three shit eating grins were facing right at him. Luke swore under his breath as he took his seat across from you, but you looked none the wiser to the fact his family had managed to track him down and were now intently staring at his every move.

He had sat his phone on the table which had turned out to be a mistake since the thing kept buzzing. “Someone’s popular,” you joked as it lit up again, “Who’s texting so much?”

When he looked at his phone he rolled his eyes, “Just a couple idiots. Ignore it,” he said tossing his phone into his jacket pocket, “I wanna spend time with you not my screen,”

The blush that spread across your cheeks almost made him not see Aegon mouthing at him to look at his phone. “I’ve got an idea,” you said, standing and taking the tray over to the bin.

“What’s that?” Luke asked as he helped you throw everything out.

“How about we run up and try catch the next screening of the Mario movie so that way we can shake off your stalkers?”

Luke’s face suddenly grew a bright shade of red, “What stalkers- “

“Please are you kidding me?” you laughed as you began to walk away with Luke towards the elevator, “We’ve got like 5 people tailing us. Bran and Jojen were staring at me while I ate,”

“I didn’t even see them,” he admitted as he got into the elevator with you, “Why not the stairs?” he asked as he pressed the 3rd floor button.

“So, they can’t see us,” you grinned.

Your friend had been on shift at the movie counter and with the promise of copying your math homework agreed to tell Luke’s family and friends the movie was sold out if they came up. Luckily the movie was loud enough to drown out the complaints of the mouthy unlikely group trying to sneak in.

Luke knew the classic yawn stretch over the shoulder trick from movies but despite how well the date seemed to be going he just couldn’t muster up the guts to do it. Aemond would probably be internally screaming if he could see Luke’s constant awkward glances as he debated trying out the trick during the prequals.

When you glanced back, and your eyes met Luke’s face flushed and his eyes shot back to the screen to pretend to watch the weird comedy advert that was on. He didn’t see you roll your eyes, but he did almost shiver when he felt the soft skin of your hand touching his. Luke glanced at you with a shy smile as he took your hand properly into his. The way your lips curved so perfect made him forget all about his stalker situation. Then the lights dimmed, and Luke’s attention went back to the screen. That was until your head moved to rest on his shoulder and he internally melted.

“That songs gonna be stuck in my head for the rest of the week,”

“How about the rest of my life?” You laughed along with Luke as the lights in the theatre brighten up so you could try stumble out of the tightly packed seats. Your hand still in his.

As you walked out of the theatre and to the elevators Luke couldn’t help but think how lucky he had gotten and how many more of these dates he craved. It was cliché but he noted how perfectly your hand fit in his.

“Do you think they’re still here?” You asked. Luke hadn’t realised he was rubbing his thumb back and forth over your skin, but the feeling made it hard for you not to flush and keep your smile cool.

“Well, Jace is my ride, so I’d hope so,” he said, “Do you need a lift home?”

“Nah I’m getting picked up by my folks. Can’t wait for the interrogation,” you joked, and Luke grinned.

“At least they didn’t stalk you,” he said.

Your sweet laugh was still magic to his ears, “Yeah but they text me five minutes ago to say they’re close by,”

Luke didn’t want the night to end but truthfully neither did you. “I guess I should walk you to the parking lot,”

“Suck a gentleman,” you teased.

On your walk the conversation flowed easily and luckily without interruption from Luke’s stalkers. When you arrived at the glass doors that led to the parking lot you stopped him suddenly and walked to the side, just out of view of the car park. “You good?” he asked.

“Yeah um” You said, glancing at the door, “I just didn’t want my parents to see me yet. I had a really good time today,”

“Me too,” Luke smiled, eyes only on you, “We should do it again sometime,”

“I guess this is me,” you smiled back at him but didn’t move.

Luke didn’t feel nervous anymore as he looked into your eyes. That was until he noticed your eyes glance at his lips. He swallowed a slight lump in his throat when he glanced at yours. they were so perfect. When he looked back at your eyes, he noticed how your smile had reached them. With one last deep breath Luke started to dip his head.

He was fully prepared to be hit or slapped or kicked as he closed his eyes, lips brushing onto yours. but instead, he felt you step closer, your lips moulding to his for a soft but sweet kiss. It only lasted a couple seconds but Luke had got drunk off your touch in that time, your hands still in his.

You pulled back with a shy grin, having to bite your lip to contain yourself but that just drove Luke wild, “We should do that again sometime,” he mumbled, still in a dazed.

“Maybe on our next date,” you grinned, “Just maybe somewhere more private,”

“I’m sure I can figure something out,” he smiled. Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out to see a text from your parents, “Should I walk you to your car?”

“Walk me to the edge of the car park and wave otherwise they’ll haul you in with us,”

Luke did as he was told without complaint despite his hand suddenly feeling empty when you had to let it go. He waved with the same hand that had been blessed with your touch and his eyes were glued to the car when it drove off.

A car honk brought him back from his bliss. “Get in loser,” Jace yelled from the front seat.

“We’re going shopping,” Aegon pipped up from the back with a grin as he leaned over and opened the door for Luke to clamber in.

Aemond sat in the passenger seat up the front, because he could not fathom letting anyone else control the music, “Someone looks happy,” he said.

Luke rolled his eyes as he buckled into his seat and Jace started to drive off. “Did you see where my friends went by the way?”

“I gave them a lift to the Starks’s,” Jace said as he turned the music down much to Aemond’s protest. He was a bit surprised, but Jace had been used as Luke’s and his friends personal taxi service for the better part of a year since his parents got him his car.

“Enough about they virgins,” Aegon said causing Luke to roll his eyes. “Tell us everything,”

“Spare no detail,” Jace added with a grin as they set off home.

Luke was in for a long night, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was you.

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ataleofcrowns · 1 year

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Chapter 11 Progress [14/MAY]

Hey everyone, it's been a minute since my last update on the blog!! Happy mother's day to all the moms out there 💖

By the time of writing this, I have 40k words written for CH11, and I am both happy and mildly horrified to report that CH11 is looking up to be the biggest chapter yet by a mile. It's very likely the total word count will break through 90k words, primarily due to the LI routes.

First, I've finished the first draft for X's route for CH11 and am mildly exasperated by my inability to properly estimate how long these sections will be.

I thought it would amount to 10k at most, but X's route ended up with 18k words. This is mostly due to all the Imperial Court variations in their opening scene, because I'm a masochist. A single playthrough of X's route is more like 14k words, though, depending on the variations you get.

I'm also close to finishing R's route and have 8k words written for it so far. Their and A's routes will be a little less in word count, since they got more content in CH10, but they'll both likely still be 10-12k words. D's will likely be closer to X's route in word count, around 14-15k.

Altogether, this chapter's LI routes alone will likely be close to 60k for all four. So that leaves the rest of the 30k for the main plot, which I haven't started yet. I literally only have words written for R and X, as well as bits and snippets for A and D so far lol.

Please pray for me so that I can release this chapter in July and give you all a summer miracle 🙏🏼

Anyway, enough about the word count!! I've got some preview posting to catch up to, so beneath the cut you'll find various snippets for X and R's routes in CH11 that were posted on the Patreon.

Hopefully I'll be able to post some for A and D soon as well, once I dig into their routes in the coming weeks.

Here's a small preview of a bit you might see occur across all LI routes, though it still depends on who is appointed to your Imperial Court (and the Lord Samal referenced here is specific to X's route as well):

“Chief Minister, is this allowed? There must be procedure for the appointment of officials—” “It is all at the Crown’s discretion,” Chief Minister Karwan states simply, turning away from the representative again to face forward instead. “But this is highly unusual!” The Minister breathes an exasperated sigh. “Oh, quiet down! Were you not using the same technicalities to get your way a moment ago, you insolent dog?” “Do not speak to me that way!” Lord Samal erupts. “I serve Mîr Behram!” “And I was already serving the Crowns of this Empire when your master was still suckling at the teat!” the Chief Minister snaps. “Now be a good boy and come to heel, we have many more matters to discuss.”

Here's a preview for X's route:

“Why do you have that dagger?” You turn to look at $aname, taken aback by how stunned $athey appears. “$xname gave it to me.” “$cxthey gave it to you?” $aname repeats incredulously, glancing back down at the dagger in your hands. “Did $xthey tell you who it originally belonged to?” “It belonged to someone else?” You assumed $xname was the only one who owned it, but looking at it again, you can notice subtle wear and tear despite its well-cared-for state. Little scratches along its sheath, the edges of pearl looking a little worn along the handle. “Whose was it?” “$cxtheir mother’s.” Your fingers tighten around its sheath in shock, then twitch with the urge to put it away. “$cxtheir mother’s? Why would…” You look down at the dagger in complete disbelief. “Why would $xthey give it to me?”

And finally, here's a preview for R's route:

Your hands reach for $rthem, but then halt and hover in mid-air, uncertain of whether you should even touch $rthem while $rthey’s in this state. “It’s alright,” Perjin speaks quietly from beside you. “You can hold $rtheir hand, if you wish. Your magic won’t cause any problems.” You take a slow, deep breath, calming yourself as you sit down on the edge of the bed and gently take $rname’s hand in yours. “$crtheir fingers are cold.” Alarmed, you rub $rtheir hand, feeling how clammy and cool $rtheir skin is. You turn to Perjin. “Why does $rthey feel cold? What’s happening to $rthem?”

That was it for this update ✨

I’m posting further updates and CH11 previews on the Patreon for all tiers, as well as all sorts of fun extra LI/Crown snippets, so if you’d like more AToC content while you wait for CH11, consider pledging!!

As always, thanks so much for your patience and support 💖

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toastnpretzels · 10 months

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Connection

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Relationships: Fives x female!reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (MINORS DNI), vaginal fingering, public fingering, medic reader, slightly angsty

Word count: 1898

Summary: A night out to 79s doesn’t end the way you think it will.

Authors note: This is my first time writing a smut. I’m sorry if this isn’t good, just know I am trying. I’ve also got a few other things in my drafts. I only proofread this once, so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Also, I will be making a masterlist after I post this. Thank you for all the good feed back on the Echo imagine. It really made me continue writing. I hope you all enjoy this :)

Being friends with Fives was always easy. The conversations came easy. Fives was so outgoing. He brought out the same thing in you. You both had been friends for so long. You met the first day he had become part of the 501st. He made an attempt at flirting with one of the other medics, which had failed very badly. She walked right away from him without saying a word. As female civilian medics, you were used to it. You were around men that see very few females that aren’t their commanding officers, of course you would be hit on. You’ve been hit on more times than you can count, although you never know if it’s from the drugs from whatever injury they are facing or if they are just being themselves.

The week had been long. The 501st had not been on Coruscant in a very long time. The first night was spent differently for everyone, some going to see secret significant others, others going to celebrate, and some just sleeping. For you and Fives, it was going to 79s with many of his other brothers. You loved going out with everyone, but it was becoming increasingly hard with Fives. Of course, you would start catching feelings for one of your closest friends. You tried so hard not to, but it was bound to happen. Between his flirty personality and his overall genuine care for you, there was no way you wouldn’t start feeling something. But every time, Fives would leave with someone else. You knew he wasn’t hurting you on purpose, but it still stung every time. The way he would dance with a new girl every night, the way he would kiss them in the corner where he thought no one would see, it all hurt you. But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know how you felt.

Tonight was different. Fives hadn’t left the booth where you and the rest of the 501st were sitting. Jesse and Kix had already both left with someone, leaving you with Tup and Dogma still sitting with you and Fives, but eventually they left to find someone as well. You expected this night to go the same as always, with some girl grinding on Fives and you leaving before you had to witness anymore. But Fives stayed.

“Why aren’t you going out there?”

“Why aren’t you out there? I don’t think I’ve seen you go home with a single person anytime we’ve came here,” Fives says while taking a sip of his drink. How did he even notice that? You never thought he would notice when you leave, being too busy wrapped around whatever girl he wanted for the night.

“It’s not really my type of thing to hook up with people. I prefer having a connection. Makes the experience so much better,” you said, trying to hide that the real reason was because you wanted to leave with him.

“What makes it better?”

He looks right at you with this stupid smirk on his face. Maker, he looked good tonight. You swallowed the rest of your drink before answering.

“Have you ever had sex with a someone you had feelings for? I don’t know how to explain it but it just feels so much better than with someone that you just met. Even if its not someone you love, just having a connection makes it better. Like having feelings for someone and being able to show it in a physical way,” you say. It sounds stupid in your head, but it’s the only explanation you can give without letting your emotions come spilling out.

“And what if I said I had feelings for you?”

You look up at him. He’s staring at you with the same stupid smirk from before. He must be joking.

“Please don’t say something like that if you are just trying to get a quick release from me,” you say quietly while looking away. You feel like you are going to cry. Why would he do something like this?

“Mesh’la please look at me. I would never treat you that way. I’ve had feelings for you the entire time. I know I have a horrible way of showing it, but that’s why I’m telling you now. Ever since the first day when you laughed at my horrible attempted at getting someone else’s attention. I knew I had picked the wrong person to flirt with from the very start.”

Fives moves his hand to cup your face. He looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You can’t believe you ever even thought that he would use you. This is your Fives, the one that cares so much about the people he loves, the one that would never hurt someone intentionally.

“Why did you wait so long to say something?”

He looks down and laughs a little. Even now his laugh is still cute.

“I couldn’t ruin the friendship we had. I’ve never had a friend like you. You mean the world to me. I just couldn’t keep going on acting like I didn’t feel something for you, like I hadn’t been wishing that every girl I’ve been with was you,” he says while looking back at you. He wipes the single tear that had escaped your eye.

“I have feelings for you too. I didn’t realize until it was too late. If I would’ve known you felt the same way, I would’ve said something.”

Fives smiles and leans in, letting his lips feel yours for the first time. Heat starts to rise throughout your body. Fives starts trailing his hands along your sides, settling them on your hips for the time being. You let your fingers slide through the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging a little. At this, he slips his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of his tongue gliding over yours is starting to become not enough. You can feel how your body aches for him. The kiss feels more heated, more hungry, every second.

Fives pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss down your neck. You let out a small gasp as he sucks a mark onto you. Your entire body is screaming for him to take you right here, not caring if anyone else sees. You aren’t sure if it is the feeling of the drink running through your body, or just the sensation of him touching you. It seems he is feeling the same way as you as he pulls away from your neck to look in the eyes. He looks just as a mess as you are, lips swollen from the kiss.

“Would you let me finger you in this booth?”

Fives glides his hands up your thigh. You couldn’t have made a better decision by wearing a dress tonight. The feeling of his hand slowly moving up is making your entire body pulse with need. You didn’t think tonight would end with a confession, let alone something so exhilarating happening in the back corner of 79s where anyone could walk over at any moment. His fingers ghost over your panties, now soaked through at the thought of him. You nod at him.

“Please, I need you,” you sigh as his finger presses slightly on your clit.

“Maker, your soaked. All of this just for me?”

Your head is spinning just from the feeling of him softly rubbing up and down your clothed clit. Your pussy is throbbing with need, enough that you are ready to cry with how badly you need him.

“Fives, please more.”

“Shh ill take care of you. You are going to cum on my fingers, then I’m going to take you back to the barracks where I can fuck you with no one else around,” he whispers in your ear, making you whine in anticipation.

As he finishes, he grabs at the waist band of your panties and pulls them down. You shift your hips up to help him take them off. Once they are around your ankles, Fives leans down to grab them and tucks them into his pocket. He brings his hand back up to your thigh. His touches are so soft making you ache for his fingers. As you’re ready to beg, he brings his finger to your clit. The smallest touch has you gasping again.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. We wouldn’t want anyone interrupting us would we?”

Fives presses his lips to your neck as he circles your clit. Your whole body is screaming with need as he continues to tease you. The touches are too light, too slow. It’s slowly driving you insane.

He finally brings his finger down from your clit to your entrance. You can feel yourself dripping onto his fingers already. He slips the tip of his middle finger into your entrance, the feeling making you want to scream out with just how good it feels. Your body is screaming for more as he continues to push his finger in slowly. He finally pushes it all the way in and curls it up. You whine out loud on accident. Fives stops his assault on your neck and puts his mouth over your own instead. He pulls his finger almost all the way out, just to then push it back in harder. He continues doing this, his palm rubbing against your clit every time his hand bottoms out. He keeps doing this, making you whine into his mouth with each push of his hand. You can hear the wet sounds coming from below you. He pulls his finger out slowly this time, making you whine again in protest.

“Think you can take another? I think you can,” he says as he pulls away from your lips. You nod your head, just wanting to feel more of him.

You clench around his fingers as he adds in another. It feels so good, too good for only being his fingers. He pumps them in faster and harder than before. Your head drops against his shoulder. You quietly moan and whine into his ear as his thumb comes up to circle your clit. Thank the maker for the loud music or else someone would have for sure heard you, from the small whines or the wet squelch coming from under the table. He begins kissing your neck again, nipping and leaving marks. You can feel yourself hurdling toward one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

“Cum on my fingers baby. Be a good girl for me, you can do it,”

At the sound of his voice, you feel yourself hit your peak. He kisses you again to swallow your moans. It washes over you in waves. You can’t feel your legs, just the pleasure coursing through your veins from just his fingers. You’ve soaked his hand and surely the seat below you. He pulls away again and kisses your forehead. He pulls his fingers out slowly, being careful not to overstimulate you. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them in. You can already feel your body becoming hot with need again.

“How was that?”

He has that stupid smirk on his face again. You giggle at that. Was he really asking like he didn’t just give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had?

“Can we leave now? I would like you to keep your promises of fucking me tonight.”

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itstheghostofmypast · 1 year

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🌻Imperfections🌻

Draco malfoy x (f)Reader (Hufflepuff)

Summary: Perfection is what defined those who were above the rest- yet, she could not be part of the perfection that defined him. Defined his society and very presence- defined her own family but not her. She was the imperfection within his world of perfection, the bright sun in his cool, pale blue sky. For even if she was the warm sun, he was nothing more than the silver moon- both destined to live in the same sky but never together.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

AU: NO VOLDEMORT - Plus Cedric is vibing, I'm sorry he's too precious.

Warnings: None

Part- 2/?

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A/N: HAH- bet ya didn't think I'd be updating this one huh, WRONG, I JUST HAD IT SAVED IN MY DRAFTS AND LOST IT IN MY DRAFTS, REWROTE WHAT I COULD REMEMBER THEN FOUND THE DRAFT- iwanttodye.

His words had been echoing around her all day, especially when she came for dinner, only to see he was not there once more. That's when she decided to sneak out a bit of food and see if he was at the astronomy tower. She had passed a few green little shits on the way, who seemed to be whispering at the sight of her, though she didn't care about that. Running up the stairs she opened the wooden door to be greeted by an empty cold room. Maybe...she'd see him tomorrow.

Or so she thought. For the next couple of days, she had barely seen him the only times she would see him was in class and he'd easily avoid her. To some extent, she was hurt, why was he pretending as if she was invisible...once again? No more would she see him at the astronomy tower, nor would he be early to class- often he would be surrounded by his snakes and if he were alone, he'd zip past her like she was nothing. Sure, they weren't an actual item or anything- but they were friends? Right?

That's why, a week of this weird hide and seek had forced her to go for some advice, considering every other friend she had asked had given her a sad smile and an 'It's alright Y/N, you deserve much better'- OF COURSE SHE DID. She wasn't an idiot or a sap- she knew what this meant, it was pity and she hated every drop of it. Hence, she had two options left, either go talk to Sprout in the vaguest way possible or...dare she say it, Cedric. Like any sane person, she thought asking him would be a better option, which is why, when Cedric had been busy scribbling and cramming for the upcoming exams in the library, comforted only by the pattering rain against the giant windows, the droplets encouraging him, cheering him on like the crown in a quidditch field, his moment of concentration was interrupted with a loud screech emitted by the chair next to his.

The ambiance of peace around him shattered, side-eying the intruder who smiled in return. Sitting down next to him, placing her bag on the dark oak, and taking out her books. Choosing to ignore her, he knew she was definitely up to something, he continued to scribble down whatever his brain was able to pick up from the numerous books before him. For a while, the two worked in silence, the sound of the quil tips gliding across the skin of papers was all that could be heard, minus some general whispering among other students. He had been sitting there studying -waiting for her to spill whatever had brought her here- but it seemed as though she was genuinely here to study. Of course, he had grown impatient, he was a year senior, he had noticed her the moment she had gotten up on stage, an excited little grin plastered on her face, sitting there, waiting for the hat to sort her into the house of her choice- only it never came. For as soon as the sorting hat declared its decision, she sat there motionless, as if dead- sure, not a lot of people felt the pride and joy of being sorted into Hufflepuff, which is why he wasn't surprised, but as soon as he noticed how all the Headmaster's had gasped as well, he knew there was something off about the whole situation. He was not even a prefect back then, but Professor Sprout had called him into her office the next morning, claiming that she had a special job for him.

"This is Y/N L/N" she had said, standing next to the same girl from yesterday, who seemed to be lost in thought- completely disassociated with the world around her. "Y/N, darling, this is Cedric, he's only a year older than you, but he's been our pride and joy, he's a wonderful boy too-"

"I don't care." She spat, cutting her off, pulling away from her as she turned to glare at Cedric, "I don't even belong in this rubbish house-"

"What was that?" He countered, only to stop when the Headmaster gestured for him to stop, continuing instead of him. She got down on her knees, and the chubby woman pulled the girl close, letting her resist and put up a fight, but she had engulfed her in a hug, a tight one too. To someone else, it would seem as though the older woman was crushing the child, but for the year he had already spent at Hogwarts, he knew she was nothing but an empath- she was going to drain out all the negativity from the little girl if she had to. After a few minutes of the girl squirming and cursing at her- even calling her a fat old hag- she slowed down, resorting to little whines, which morphed into whimpers. It was only at that point had he realized that she was crying, clinging onto the professor for her dear life as she sobbed into her shoulder, dampening the material. His eyes met the Headmaster's who looked at him with a tinge of guilt in her eyes and at that moment he knew why she had called him in. For the little girl letting out muffled, "It's not fair...I didn't even get to choose " and "Why do they hate me for something I didn't decide", was going to become his responsibility.

The young boy had no idea why he was being given a spoiled brat to take care of, for in a few days of having her in their house he had realised what a pain she actually was. For the past whole week she had been nothing but rude to everyone in her house, she'd hiss at them like a feral cat, locking herself up in her room- yes, apparently she was rich enough to get herself a solo room- only coming out to go to class or eat, usually, she wouldn't even come to eat, just go to her room directly, or some other unknown location. He was yet to figure out how or what Sprout even wanted him to do, she was doing just fine if you'd ask him.

That is until he fatalfound her one night crying in the washrooms where weeping Mertal resided. Yes, it was technically his fault, he was supposed to make sure all the first years were in bed, but perhaps he didn't care where she was. Frankly speaking, Sprout had lost her mind, '

'Didn't I tell you to treat her like your little sister, Cedric? She isn't a bad nut, just... One that was toasted for too long, you know? Shell's all hardened up, but the slightest crack may be fatal'.

No, professor, I have no idea what in Merlin's name that means- is what he wanted to say, but she didn't let him argue, only pushed him out of the common room, telling him to go look for his 'little sister'. Hence, after searching the entire castle- and showing the note she had written for every professor that had caught him outside after hours, he had finally made his way up here, slowly opening the door of the abandoned girl's washroom. Coming face to face with the infamous, noisy ghost,

"There's a BOY here- " she gasped, "Are you here to throw mud on her too~ she's been crying for almost the whole day~"

"Thank you Mertal." That is all he said as he walked past her, ignoring her usual whines. He was tired, he wanted to be wrapped up in his warm comforters, yet here he was. Slamming open the last hall door he froze, staring at the girl sitting on the lid of the toilet- covered in mud and leaves from head to toe. Her uniform was crinkled, filthy, and crippled by the huge splotches of mud, clinging onto each thread of the material, specs of mud splattered across her cheeks as she rubbed her eyes furiously.

"Who did this?" He spat, moving closer as he pulled her hands away, gripping onto her wrists, not letting her pull back.

"N-no one."

"Y/N" he kneeled in front of her, wiping her ears with the back of his sleeve. Yes, whatever image of this monstrosity that existed in his mind had shattered, of course, the sight of anyone like this would have his heart aching. "Who did this? You're not alone anymore okay I- I'm sorry I didn't come looking for you and I should have." he apologised, inspecting her face for anything other than mud.

He was unsure of whether it was the apology or the fact that he had told her that she was no longer alone, but as soon as his eyes met her glassy orbs, she narrated the entire incident in tears- how she was cornered by a few children from other houses, nobles and that this was some kind of sick prank. he felt worse when she told him that this had been happening for over a month. For this very reason, she would avoid everyone and choose to stay in her room most of the time. How was he supposed to be upset with her after that?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want them to hurt anyone else."

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"You are a Hufflepuff, no one would suffer through this alone if they weren't as strong as us badgers, I want you to remember, this house is your pride, the yellow and black we wear is our armor, we wear it with pride and protect it with a pure heart."

"What?"

"....let's get you cleaned up..."

It was safe to say that the next day, all those who were involved in this act were sent to Professor Dumbledore's office and didn't bother her again. In his personal opinion, things had started to get a bit better after that, he had seen her intermingling with her year, making friends, and doing well in class. Laughing around with the rest of the lot. He had nodded how she'd avoid a lot of people- prominent faces- though he never said anything to that. As long as she wasn't causing trouble. A meek and mellow child she was, he says because as soon as she hit third year she DEMANDED to be put on the Quidditch team. It was at that moment he realized these spoiled brats could never be polite.

"What."

"Quidditch, Cedric- you know, flying on a broom and-"

"They don't just put you on the team."

"Okay, you ask them then."

"....I will repeat myself only once more-"

"Just tell me what I gotta do to become a keeper?"

"May I ask what has forced little old Y/N to barge into the boy dorms at midnight and demand such things?"

"Okay, first of all, you're the only one here. Everyone is out because it's new year's eve and you just stick around the school for me, which is very creepy. Do you not have a life?"

"I did ask you to come with me, my family wouldn't mind-"

"I have enough siblings, thank you."

"My god-"

"AND secondly, did you watch last season's match??? We lost to Slytherin AGAIN- WE LOST TO ALL THREE HOUSES!"

Wincing at the loudness, he shushed her, staring at her, sitting at the footstool below the window, facing him, wearing her expensive-looking pajamas. It was amusing how even though she was no longer in contact with her family, they would often send her expensive things- he believed they still cared for her but she brushed it off with an 'it's a take care of your pet while it's alive right now.' Nonetheless, he never brought it up afterward but had developed a more protective sibling-like bond with her- all because of Sprout.

"And you want to join because?"

"Because you said to accept the imperfections within the perfect- we need to become imperfectly perfect at the game."

"That makes no sense."

"Your words, not mine."

"...tryouts will be held next session, just ...apply okay?"

"You mean apply and get my uniform too? Understood."

He didn't argue with her, not because he believed in her, but because he was aware that he could not convince her otherwise. Once she had set her mind on something, she would be determined enough to get it- and just like that, the girl made the team's keeper and then the vice-captain. So, yes, he knew what she wanted this time, rather than whom she wanted, but he was not keen on her meddling with such affairs. Especially not Malfoy- it could've been anyone, ANYONE, and she had to reach for the forbidden green apple. Now, he had heard about her little adventures with the blonde, Sprout had explained how Malfoy had defended her, but Cedric had known people like Malfoy, he knew how easily they turned. How they could crush a little innocent puff's heart without a second thought. As much as he wanted to believe the Headmaster, he was somewhat sure that this was mere entertainment for the Slytherin Prince. Often boys play around with toys that are new and rare- she was no toy. She was rare as diamond and as precious as the pollen on the petals of sunflowers, but she was no toy to be thrown out once bored. If she was going to ask him for help-

"Cedric?"

"No."

"What?" She asked, staring at him utterly confused.

"No, I will not help you with Malfoy."

"I...I asked if you could pass me the ink pot."

"Oh." He gasped, cheeks burning at the thought of embarrassing himself. He had exposed himself and shown her his cards and he knew what was coming next.

"But speaking of" she placed the ink pot next to her papers, dipping the quill and leaving it there, "Malfoy~ I need to ask you something."

"Y/N."

"So, he's been avoiding me for a while-"

"You mean ignoring you." He sighed, closing his book and looking at her, "I told you -"

"No. Avoiding. Like ....he's scared and...look I don't want to force anyone, but...I don't want to be left in the dark anymore Cedric. I'm tired of people deciding FOR ME." She pointed at herself rather than at him, "You and Sprout and the rest of the house mean more than anything to me but...I- with him, I mean- you guys, you guys are my home, my family, people who accept me for me-"

"And he does too?" Snapping at her he began to stuff his things in his bag, leaving her wondering why he was so upset, it's not like Malfoy was going to eat her- she just wanted to know the truth, why could no one understand that? So yes, she was going to confront Malfoy, whether Cedric would help her out or not.

A/N: DO not fret, there will be more. Also, I've tagged everyone I could with this poor internet connection, if anyone is left, please tell me. I hope you all like it, thank you for taking out the time to read my mediocre stuff.

Tag list:

@spphrj

@jensfraise

@dramatic-long-coats

@m00nie-m00

@iellasgrave

@danywonderland

@whiterain1997

@writerwriteswriting

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Halloo, Hazel! 💚 OK, Din and Grogu have one Earth week to visit here (ignoring the how or why). Please and thank you:

First meal you share together? Either home cooked or favorite restaurant; and

One souvenir for each of them to take home, as a reminder of you.

Hey Maggie May! Thank you for playing with me! 💚 I'm sorry this is getting to you Sunday morning, I was getting sleepy and wanted to give this the attention it deserves!

So this is not connected to AGalaxy Far Far Away, but a new take on Din and Grogu on Earth...

This was written on my phone, in my drafts, and barely edited... sorry 😬

Din put Grogu down to let him stretch his legs after a very long journey in the N-1.

"I've gotta get a new Razor Crest," Din sighs, shaking his head slowly . Grogu has much to say on the matter and does so.

"We need to stay here for a few rotations, week tops, then we can finish our journey. Then will give this thing back to Peli."

Din looks around, he needs to feed the kids that's task number one, as if Grogu knows exactly what he's thinking starts complaining and looking for something to eat in the tall grass they find themselves in.

Suddenly, they hear someone laughing and calling to someone else. Din looks, and there is a human with, well, a four-legged animal with fur, reminding him of a fuzzy massif. It catches a disc in its mouth that seems to have been thrown by the human.

Soon, they are out of the tall grass dotted with flowers, and in more manicured grass, there is a large square cloth on the ground and a basket on top of it. A picnic, Grogu recognizes it right away and hustles over.

"Grogu," Din calls, "kid no!"

Before he knows it Grogu has the basket open and is digging into the sandwiches and fruit he finds.

You throw the Frisbee one more time and then head over to have your lunch. You were planning on meeting a friend with their furbaby, but they canceled last minute, so its a picnic for you and Molly, your pitty mix today.

Molly bounds over seeing strangers in her basket.

"Molly!" You shout in surprise. Then, putting on your best alpha dog voice, "Leave It!"

Molly stops only 10 feet from the picnic basket thief, a small green, something, in a little tan coat. Then Molly growls at the armored person.

"Sit-stay." You say, treat in hand, knowing your good girl will follow your directions. When she does, you praise her and give her a bit of chicken.

Din's hand lowers from his blaster.

"I am very sorry, Grogu, is only a child. We've been on a long journey, and he is very hungry. I will happily reimburse you for the food."

You have no idea who or what's going on, but you're incredibly intrigued.

"No problem, I have extra anyway."

Molly watches Grogu hustle up, reaching for her. She gives the little green fella a sniff and Grogu giggles and coos delighted. Molly gives him a big wet kiss that bowls him over. Grogu laughs and scrabbles up.

Instant best friends.

You smile at the whole exchange, comfortable with Molly's behavior with little ones, and since this very usual one is behaving just like a toddler, you knew she would be fine.

"Soooo, Comic Con?"

"Um, I don't... we are here for a week, then heading off world." Din points to the n-1 behind him.

You blanch, hoping it isn't too noticeable.

"Well, okay... wanna sandwich?"

Din hesitates, then takes off his helmet, "Thank you."

Did the sun just come from behind a cloud? This guy is gorgeous, you think... keep cool. Keep cool. You pull out drinks and two more sandwiches not decimated by Grogu. As you eat, you watch Molly, who is now giving Grogu a ride.

"So, um where are you staying?"

"We haven't secured lodging yet," Din says, biting into a sandwich, and then looking at it pleased.

You put a bowl of cut fruit down between you.

"This," Din swallows," is very good, thank you. I insist on giving you some credits."

"Credits?"

He pulls some large discs out of a pouch in his belt. You are not sure what to do. Are they really from "off world"?

"Um, those won't spend here."

Din looks down at the Calamari Flan, then takes out some imperal credits and shows them to you.

"No," you say apologetically.

"Well, huh..."

"Listen, I have a small finished, sort of, basement apartment, I've been renting it to comic con folks for years, and it's available. You can stay there, it's clean and safe."

"You are too kind," Din stammers.

You have no idea what they are, how they got here, but you feel you should help them.

"Not a problem!"

So the week goes along. You have work, but after you take them to see the sights of your little corner of Earth. Molly and Grogu can't hardly be separated, and you've fallen for the little green bean, too. You teach him to throw the frisbee, and somehow, despite having such little arms, his throws sent the frisbee straight and far, and Molly loves it! And Din, well, he’s... oof. You are soon thinking about him after you say goodnight and wonder if his lips are as soft as they look.

On the second to last day, you take a chance and kiss him goodnight.

Which in turn had leaves Din a little dumbstruck, he thinks about your lips pressed against his until he falls asleep and then he dreams about them.

Today is their last day, on Earth or whatever...

Though somewhere during the week, you'd started to think that they were truly aliens from another galaxy, and it just made you laugh at how wild that was.

"We will miss you," Din says, stepping into your space.

"We'll miss you," you tell him, looking into his warm brown eyes. You are never going to forget them.

Din dips his head down, bringing his mouth to yours. Your lips meet his, and become hungry. Your arms wrap around his neck, and the kiss deepens further.

When you break away, you are both out of breath and warm from the tips of your ears to the tips of your toes, your lips tingling.

When it's time to say goodbye (for now, Din insists) you give Din the necklace you've been wearing, it's a two inch long quartz crystal with a piece of abalone shell wrapped to the top of it. (Grogu finds it very interesting, but he's given the frisbee, which he's delighted by)

Din prys Grogu from Molly, who licks Grogu and whimpers. Grogu whines and reaches for you and Molly. You blow him a kiss, and hand Din a cooler of sandwiches, fruit, and drinks as Din settles his son in the cockpit.

He puts on his helmet and his gloved hand goes to your cheek.

"Goodbye," you whisper, eyes glistening. Din takes your chin and tips it up gently by one finger-

"Until our paths cross."

"Until our paths cross," you smile as a tear slips down.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! 💚

#slumber party saturday #din djarin x you #din and grogu

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poupeesdecirque · 10 days

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Posting by Queue, or: why I need some distance from my crafts

It has been some time since my last hobby meta blog entry, it had different reasons and one is that I need distance. Like, yes I of course enjoy crafting and sometimes I am like a little child that runs everywhere to show off things.

But it got ... less intense. And I learned I do better when I keep projects or at least details to myself to sit on them for longer. That the first euphoria is purely mine and not to be shared.

Like for my photos I have a buffer of several weeks now. Yes, I know past-me would have kind of hated that. But I learned I do better when I have a time buffer. I do take photos weekly but sometimes they don't feel special enough to get the weekly photo feature?

Friday & yesterday I went out for photos and while I like the ones from yesterday way more than the ones from friday I am not sure if the set from yesterday will get the feature or not as it's only a hand full of photos giving me that certain spark.

Other than that I am a very emotional artist, I sometimes really fuck up my art and hate it at the moment I worked on it, but then, sometimes, after a few days or weeks I can look at it and just wonder about what was my problem the day I made it.

Another thing is that I, myself, enjoy my art. The process of it. And I like to see my blog updating, sometimes I forget what post will go online and then I check the blog and think "ah yes, this was that thing!", and it reminds me why I made the blog overall, to show myself I had progress and that every tiny step counts.

Which leads to another reason why I hold back in regards of posting. Yes, I do share some snippets in my stories over on insta but not always and not all. I sit on over 300 drawings from the last two years alone nobody ever will see, I enjoyed drawing but it's nothing for the public eye. I will maybe go back and redraw some and share the redraws then, who knows?

But wait, there is actually more reasons.

The biggest or main reason is ... i sometimes go really wild on projects. In January I finished so many dolls it was insane, I worked on Cosplays and other crafts in an incredible speed, I have literally no idea where I found the time but I somehow did and doll parts arriving every week did the rest.

I keep the blog running with partially 2 month old stuff but .... to be honest I don't have doll stuff aside photos to do anymore. All I can do is wait for bodies to be shipped (or dolls even) and arrive. There has been no movement since January. Aside Iza getting the shipping notice for our Split, might take a while until its at her place and I can't really start on the Akuma until I got the body (which I at least have finally ordered this month) as colors need to be matched and mods to be made.

I am truly itchy to do something else than sewing all the time, I do enjoy cosplay but you know how much I like sewing (hint: not at all). So to remind myself of the fun I had in the past weeks I have mixed my blog to bless me with some progress I had which was maybe not sewing all the time. And well, the Cosplays have deadlines and I do get some ideas aside purely sewing while doing them, so that keeps me going for now.

Yes, I could start redoing dolls like Alastor or Erwin. But you know what? IT'S ALMOST ALL SEWING. Urgh.

Aside that real life is pretty good at eating me up and I just want to enjoy crafting. Right now drawing feels like stress relief but I hate the results and just scan the pieces and put them away to never look at them again, I have a bunch of posts queued up without any captions, a wip entry of a current project only has two photos but I lack the spoons to actually get them done. But since those posts are so far back it's fine (yes I know drafts are a thing).

In general I enjoy having my art to myself to get used to it before I put it out into the wild as I just recently got reminded I do bad with direct comparisons still and it hits some triggerpoints from the past and makes everything harder, I don't need that.

I literally have no idea if this blog makes sense even, lol. I just am tired of sewing and stopped working on my current project around lunch time and have drawn so much today and I walked way too much the whole week my friends urged me to stay the ef home and at least try to relax. But I'm restless as my body is too stressed (I know it all I'm a certified relaxation trainer so eh), so, have an over the place blog entry.

#blog #hobby meta #or something like that #idk

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vernblr · 1 year

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Do Not Disturb

Summary: You've had a long week, and hanging out with Vernon was just the thing you needed to relax. What you didn't expect was to fall asleep in his company, or what he would do in response to it.

WC: 1.2k

Ambiguous relationship (can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic), fluff

A/N: Thank you to @twogyuu for both reading the draft I sent her at midnight (my time) in the most unhinged manner possible and for tagging me in the prompt that started this. I'm still sobbing btw. This is on you. This is based off this imagine from @imagine-svt (sorry for the tag)!

Maybe coming to the dorms to visit Vernon was a bad idea. Today was just another day in a string of restless nights and tired days that continued to plague you as you fretted over your work. But then again, that’s exactly the reason why you’re here. Being around Vernon was such a soothing experience, his calm and level-headed personality seemed to rub off on you whenever he was around. Everyone else had gone out for the day, doing either some kind of schedule or just to go out and about. You didn’t mind, spending a quiet day inside was just the thing you needed. You leaned your head on Vernon’s shoulder, half reading the pages of his book with him as he leaned his head against yours.

“Do you want to read it with me?” He asked quietly, shifting the book towards you so you could read it better if you wanted to.

“Mm, no, not really. Do you mind reading it to me instead?” You murmured, exhaustion clear in your voice.

“Okay then, let me know if you want me to stop.”

To be honest, you weren’t really paying attention to what he was reading anyways, the words melting together and the meanings just as indecipherable. So you didn’t pay attention to what he was saying either, focusing on his voice and how warm he was underneath you. Everything was just so comfortable and warm, and his voice slowly yet surely faded away…

It was much darker when you woke up, the sun long gone now as you regained your bearings. You noticed that the sun wasn’t the only thing that was gone when you found a pillow underneath your head instead of Vernon’s shoulder. You wonder why the dorms were so quiet, everyone who had left during the day should’ve been back by now. Something crinkles in your hand as you sit up, drawing your attention to a piece of paper that you didn’t notice before. “Do Not Disturb” was written in Vernon’s handwriting in black ink, and as you flip it over to reveal a blank side you realize that that’s all it says. You huff out a little laugh at it; it’s such a simple but thoughtful gesture of his to do, but one so in character of him that you would’ve recognized it as something he did even if you didn’t know his handwriting. That did explain why no one was bothering you though, they must’ve seen both you sleeping and the little sign in your hand and left you in peace. You were kind of impressed with it, they were always very chaotic and high-energy whenever you saw them, but they were normal people too and it made sense when you thought about it for a bit.

But your endearment for him really reached a peak when you got up, only for a jacket to fall off your shoulders. Vernon’s jacket, the maroon leatherman one he was wearing when you were sitting together. Your heart melts at the sheer number of things he did to make sure you were comfortable, and you were going to make it a point to pay him back for it later.

Slipping your arms in the sleeves and placing the paper in the pocket, you relish in the way it smells like him as you endeavor to return it to its owner. You weren’t exactly the most familiar with the layout of the building, but a quick time check from your phone gave you hope that you would find at least someone around to help you in case you got lost.

You didn’t have to search for very long when you heard Vernon’s voice call out to you from behind you, prompting you to turn around. You smiled at him as he approached you, giving him a tight hug when he came close enough.

“How did you sleep?” He smiled, adjusting the collar of your- his jacket.

“Better than I have this entire week.” You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder again. “But thank you for doing all this for me when I fell asleep, including the cute little sign you made for me.”

He rubs the back of his neck shyly, looking away from you. “You think it’s cute?”

“Oh, absolutely adorable. And it works too, since I haven’t had a problem with any noise at all. Still haven’t either, are you sure this isn’t some kind of charm?”

As if on cue, a loud scream tore through the silence, one that sounded very distinctly like Dokyeom’s, before a round of voices began to shush him.

Vernon snorted. “Well, that was fast. I went to check up on you in case you were awake, good thing you were because I think that would have woken you up if you weren’t.”

“Regardless of how I would’ve woken up, I’m sorry we didn’t get to hang out like I wanted to. I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, I really must’ve been more tired than I thought.”

“It’s okay, I had a feeling that you could use a nice break. We can always do something together another day, I’m just glad you’re feeling better now.”

You shake your head. “You’re really too nice to me, I swear. Hey, do you want your jacket back by any chance? I was going to give it back anyways, but the thought left my mind until now.”

You pull off the jacket to offer it to him, trying to ignore the chill that hits you the moment that you do. Vernon raises his eyebrow at it, before shaking his head. “I can tell that you’re cold, and it’s pretty cold out now since the sun set. Just hold onto it for now, you can return it to me later.”

Your grip on it falters slightly, a slight frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve done plenty for me already, I wouldn’t want to make you do anything else for me.”

“You haven’t ‘made’ me do anything, I do these things because I want to and I care about you. It’ll be fine if you take it home, I promise, I have other jackets I can wear in the meantime.”

You let out a small sigh, but concede as you pull the jacket back on. “Thank you, really. For everything you do. I just want you to know that.”

Vernon gets a soft look in his eyes, smiling fondly. “It’s no problem at all, I’d do it again for you if the chance came up again. Say, do you want to continue the book I was reading to you?” He joked.

You laughed loudly at that, trying to stifle it in the sleeve of your jacket. “Sure, let’s hope I actually remember what happens this time. You might have to tell me a little bit of what was happening before, I don’t think I caught anything I was reading with you.”

You sat down with him again, looking through the book he was holding as you leaned your head on his shoulder. It was a moment just like this that started everything that happened today, and you smiled fondly at the thought of it. You lean further into Vernon as he reads to you, hoping that you wouldn’t fall asleep again. You wouldn’t mind if you did anyway, and you knew Vernon wouldn’t either.

#svthub #seventeen #seventeen imagines #vernon #vernon imagines #sorry for doing dk slightly dirty for this especially after the last thing i wrote

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yearninqheart · 2 years

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dinner for one (table for two)

he didn’t mean to be late again, he really didn’t. he’s just been forgetful lately. it wont happen again however, he promises you so.

pairing: corinthian x reader

word count: 1.4k

tags: gender-neutral!reader, implied reader is shorter than corinthian, fluff despite the title and summary lmao (though it does get a tad sad at the end).

notes: i don’t even remember how i got this idea all i know is that its bene sitting in my drafts for weeks and forgot about it until last night when i decided to finish it

The Corinthian was a creature known for many things. He is the Dream Lord’s masterpiece, a popular figure—dare he say, idol—amongst serial killers, a literal Nightmare, and also a boyfriend who was late to dinner. Again.

He had promised both himself and his partner that the first time would be the last but now it was nearing 10 p.m and he was still miles away from home. He’s barely even finished the meeting he’s in when he’s suddenly running to his car and stepping on the gas so hard he wondered if his car would blow at any second.

Thankfully, it didn’t and at around 11:46 p.m, Corinthian was in your driveway with a messy bouquet of flowers in one hand and a nervous—almost fearful—expression on his face. He had to take a second to try and calm himself down before actually knocking but when silence was his only response, he couldn’t feign calmness any longer.

There were two scenarios that filled his head at that very moment. The first, was that you were—understandably—angry and was refusing to even acknowledge him, and the second, was that something had happened to you and it was somehow his fault. Truthfully, he wished for neither but he knew to some degree, it would be one of the two. A part of him hoped it would be the first.

Fishing out his keys, he quickly unlocked the door and rushed inside to search for you, barely thinking about the flowers in hand as he checked the house.

“Darling?” He had called out as he stepped into the kitchen, there were pots and pans left in the sink to soak along with a perfectly set table with a dinner for one. Guilt washed over him at the sight knowing that you had probably sat in the seat opposite of his waiting for him to come home before you decided to simply eat alone. He’ll make up for this. He has to.

“Love?”

The living room was empty, along with the bathrooms and closets. Even your shared bedroom was empty and that was when his worries heightened.

Where were you?

The flowers were forgotten on the floor somewhere by now as the Corinthian all but roamed the house you shared. He had checked everywhere! There weren’t any traces of you having been forced out of the house but there also seemed to be no indication that you were still here. Unless someone had found a way to teleport inside your home and take you, there was no way that you could’ve just disappeared. Surely you’ve got to be here somewhere, but where could you have—

“Cori?”

For a second he was frozen at the sudden sound of your voice until he turned around. You were still on the opposite side of the door—he hadn’t even heard you open the door—with a plastic shopping bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Glancing past you in the doorway, the Corinthian realized it must’ve begun raining sometime after he got home. He hadn’t noticed.

“Sweetheart, look I’m so—” His apology was cut short as the door shut behind you and asked,

“How are you home so early?”

Early?

“Earl-Early? It’s almost midnight!”

Looking at you as if you had offended him, Corinthian saw the slightest hint of a smile on your lips before you said: “You forgot, didn’t you?”

Forgot?

Forget what?!

He had just missed dinner yet here you stood as if he was the victim of a successful prank. You should’ve been angry. Should’ve been anything but grinning up at him after he missed– Oh.

By now your smile was wide and almost bordering teasing as he pulled out his phone to confirm that he indeed did forget.

Today was Tuesday, and the Corinthian never came home until Wednesday due to his work. That was the routine the two of you had fallen into, meaning that he was never late for dinner in the first place and he had just rushed home with his heart in his throat for nothing.

Relief and embarrassment hit him both at once and the result was a very confused Corinthian standing in the middle of the hallway with no idea of what to do or say. Instead, your laughter filled the empty space around you and he found himself admiring the way your eyes basically twinkled in the dimly lit hallway. He didn’t even notice when you had closed the space between you two—or was it him?—but all of sudden you were in-front of him and his hand cupped your face before fingers traced the side of your jaw up towards your temple before just barely grazing over your eyelids.

“Should I be worried that you always do this?” You asked as he pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips barely brushing past the delicate skin that protected the peculiar organ he could never seem to get enough of. He simply chuckled before shaking his head ‘no’ and guiding your head to lean against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Alright then,” You said as you pulled away from him. He reluctantly loosened his arms to let you go. “Since you’re home now, how about some dinner?”

He followed you into the kitchen where he took the seat opposite of where the ready set meal was placed and watched as you stood opened the oven where leftovers of what you had cooked remained.

As he sat there he wondered why you had left a meal out if it was only Tuesday. Dinner was typically served and eaten at 9 p.m and currently it was well past midnight and a meal was still waiting in the spot he usually filled. Either that meant you hadn’t had dinner yet or you were expecting other guests. The lack of decoration and tidiness of the room however led him to believe that the latter was not the case.

“I had a strange feeling I’d have a guest tonight.” You said as you set down a plate of hot food in front of him. It was as if you had read his mind.

“Gut feeling, I think that’s what it is. Didn’t think it’d be you who showed up though, I would’ve made something else. I know you don’t particularly like this as much.” And while in most cases he would’ve made his own dinner whenever your tastes didn’t seem to align with his own, tonight Corinthian smiled at you before saying, “Perhaps a second try will change my opinion.”

Bringing a spoonful of food into his mouth, he tried to conceal his dislike for a particular ingredient that he didn’t favour all too much but it was such a strong part of the dish that he just couldn’t help it. Your cooking was wonderful and he’s enjoyed every single dish you’ve given him but he just couldn’t finish this one.

He was thankful you understood and even found amusement as he struggled to mask his distaste for the dish before finally swallowing it and reaching for his glass of water.

“How about we get some pizza, and maybe catch up on that show you haven’t been able to watch yet?” You suggested and while he would’ve eventually finished the meal you worked so hard on, he really couldn’t resist the offer of being able to have you in his arms for the rest of the night.

“I’ll give them a call.” He said as he got up and brought the plates towards the sink before going to place your order of pizza and drinks. Meanwhile, you headed towards the living room where blankets and pillows cushioned the couch as you set up the tv.

The Corinthian would be a day or so behind schedule now due to a minor hiccup in his planning, possibly even pushing his original plans to a much later date but Corinthian didn’t seem to mind the inconvenience at all.

With his limbs a tangled mess with your own as he listened to ramble about the scene playing on screen, he would postpone the rest of his plans if it meant he could live in this moment forever.

Humanity would still have lots to offer him even decades later but a love like this would surely not make it long in his lifespan. You wouldn’t. And no matter how hard he may try to defy fate and Destiny himself, he knew that the inevitable would one day come and he would once again be lonely. But until the dreadful day comes, he would drop every meeting he had if it called for a night like this. And perhaps be more mindful of when he’s supposed to be home.

#oneshot #the corinthian #the corinthian x reader #corinthian #corinthian x reader #the sandman x reader #the corinthian oneshot #corinthian oneshot #the sandman oneshot #gn!reader #the corinthian fluff #corinthian fluff #the sandman fluff

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hemmohaze · 6 days

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Hot Showers and Cold Bleach.

Warnings: Strong Language and Smut

Authors Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months now and i’m so proud of this one!! i simply can’t wait for this universe to have its moment. hope you all like it as much as I do!!

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April 11th 2019

Kalani already had a strong regret facetiming her mother and father Anna and Marcus back home in Boston as she packed for her trip to Coachella with her longtime boyfriend, Micheal and his bandmates along with Luke’s and Ashton’s girlfriends, Sierra and KayKay.

Calum’s friend Roy is also tagging along so Calum doesn’t feel lonely.

They’ve been together ever since the infamous Bali trip the boys took in 2016. Even though he was secretly subscribed to her youtube channel in 2015.

She knew some of her good friends who were going and gave her a free ticket. Kailani and Micheal originally just wanting to hook up that whole week and never talking again until they realized their feelings and have been together ever since.

Her old youtube footage has obvious footage of the two shamelessly flirting with one another that they look back upon and laugh.

She held up one blue bikini and one red one and quickly shoved them in her bag until her mother’s voice rang through.

“What the hell are those pieces of fabric??” She demanded.

“‘My bathing suits?” She shrugged walking over to her vanity to pack her makeup in her travel bag.

“Those are not a bathing suits. That’s two rags colored in dye.” She said making her brunette haired daughter chuckle and roll her eyes.

“Mom, no one at Coachella is gonna see my birthday suit.” She responded looking at her mom’s disgusted face on the MacBook screen.

“Well other than Micheal!!” Her dad’s voice interrupted her trying to figure out what shade of foundation to bring. She never knew how tan she’d get in the hot sun and it would be a monstrosity if she posted on YouTube or Instagram and her face was 4 shades darker than her whole body.

“Shut up.” She seethed as she packed a Fenty Bottle and Makeup Forever bottle. ‘Praying these are right’ She said a silent prayer.

Anna waved noticing Michel standing in the doorway holding Southy in his arms with Moose and her cocker spaniel, Sadie trailing behind him. Kalani turned around seeing him, her smile growing as she sees her bleach blonde boyfriend already smiling at her.

“You’re like the cheshire cat. How did I not hear you.” She smiled at her boyfriend who shrugged taking a seat on their shared bed, the dogs jumping on her pillow, taking in her scent that was all thanks to her Valentino perfume she was gifted for their 1 year anniversary last year.

“Hi Mr and Mrs Ford” Micheal waved with Southy’s paw making Kalani smile.

“Micheal honey you can call me Anna. I’ve told you this for almost 2 years now. The whole Mrs thing makes me feel older than I am.”

“If the shoe fits then wear it.” Kalani joked as her mother showed her the bird. “Wait before we go Michael-“ Her parents started.

“Take care of this little firecracker. Don’t let her drink too much Pink Whitney or drink too much for that matter.” Anna said making Kalani stick her tounge out in trauma and disgust. She drank it once her senior year of high school after prom party and definitely got alcohol poisoning. She was throwing up everything she ate in the past three days the next morning. They said their goodbyes and hung up.

“Okay, so I’m gonna wear this Sweetener baby tee with my black mini skirt and these white cowgirl boots from Romwe to see Ariana Grande on Sunday.” She slipped the boots on to make sure she could walk in them and wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Thinking she’ll just wear two pairs of nike socks just in case her feet start to blister.

“And then when we go see DJ Snake. Should I wear this white off the shoulder with these jeans or this oversized blue shirt and these denim shorts?” She showed both options to Micheal as he looked at Moose to make her decide.

“Moose go help mommy pick her outfit.” He urged to the fluffy dog who walked over to her mom, just wanting cuddles and not caring about the clothes.

“Micheal,” She whined holding the outfits lower. “I need your answer seriously. I love you so much though Moose Moose.” As she petted Moose on the belly. She heard Sadie and Southy whine and she smiled at the spoiled puppies.

“You three are too spoiled. Who’s to blame?”

“Not me. It’s your fault.”

“Sureee.”

“Are we still seeing Bad Bunny on Saturday?” Micheal questioned with a raised eyebrow. Ever since Kalani introduced him to Spanish music, it’s all hes been listening to. He even got Calum on board with it.

“Duh of course we are. Oh and I got the whole house situation figured out. We overbooked according to them even though I know we didn’t. So I called this morning after I finished editing my video. Those dumbasses apologized even though I clearly said it was going to be 9 people and 3 dogs. Can people not listen nowadays.” She stated sitting on his lap tracing one long nail against his anchor tattoo once she finished packing for the day. She decided she’ll finish tomorrow morning before they leave.

She ran her white acrylic nails through his fringe, the bleach was slowly growing out so you could see his natural brown roots. “We need to dye this again Mikey. You can see your roots growing back.”

He groaned loudly in her boobs as she chuckled at his silliness. “Ugh, your tits are comfortable.” He commented, his voice coming out muffled.

She laughed as she looked down at him. “Hm I’ve heard that before by someone who goes by the name of Micheal Clifford.”

“He seems like a man who knows his stuff.” He said thinking about the number of times they’ve been in this position when he’d be on top of her while shes a moaning mess for him.

“But we could do your hair now so you can have a fresh fringe for Coachella.” She intertwined their hands as he rubbed her thumb.

“Shower?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Shower.” He confirmed.

*****

Kalani and Micheal stood underneath the warm shower water as she lathered some sort of deep conditioner with keratin and special oil designed for faux blondes in his hair before she could bleach it again if she wanted to make sure it was completely clean and not streaky.

“The bottle said to wait 5 minutes before you can wash it out.” She repeated the instructions on the purple bottle.

His hands wandered down her hips and close to her ass as she gave him a pointed look. “Thats not what we’re here for Mr. Later maybe.” She pointed her finger at his chest

“You couldd wash my hair since I was such a good girlfriend by washing yours and about to help you bleach it.” She batted her eyelashes at him who playfully rolled his eyes before turning Kalani back facing him and lathering shampoo to wash her curls slowly and carefully.

Small talk was the only thing that you could hear in the bathroom other than the water.

They washed out all the product out of his hair and hers before wrapping herself in a warm towel while Micheal stepped out of the bathroom to grab the hair dye and another towel. He’s been dying his hair ever since he was 16. He would consider himself a pro but he likes when Kalani does it for him.

She grabbed the muscle shirt off of the counter that she stole from Micheal and her panties while she squeezed the water out her hair and threw in some deep hair mask to slick her hair back in a curly bun.

Micheal rolled the chair in front of the mirror and placed the dye in a bowl as Kalani read the instructions.

She placed some gloves on for protection and got to bleaching his hair. “This may burn.” She warned him as he was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when she was done.

“I’ve dyed my hair probably 20 times in my life. Trust me it’s fine. I’m pretty much immune to the burning sensation now.” He joked.

*****

After an hour of the smell of bleach and Kalani and Micheal’s laugh, they were finally in bed watching some episodes Chicago Fire that they’ve been missing.

She had one leg up and the other across his lap as he stroked the inside of her thigh making her bite her lip as to make it seem like his fingers brushing across her thighs didn’t have a affect on her. As it very well did because of how she felt the dampness pool in her black Calvin Kiln thong.

“If you wanna eat my pussy all you have to do is ask.” She finally spoke up during a boring scene in the show.

“I was waiting on those very words.” He said with a cheeky smile.

With that Micheal maneuvered himself to be in her thighs, facing her panties. He licked his lips in anticipation and spread her legs apart.

Kalani whined softly as he was teasing her clit through the outside of her panties. “Please Mikey.” Her doe eyes silently begged him.

He tugged them down her smooth legs and tossed them somewhere behind him as he was face to face with her swollen clit as his eyes got wider in adoration.

“Shit your pussy is so pretty my love. Always has been.” He kissed the insides of her thighs as she giggled. “Thank you baby.”

With one lick, she was a moaning mess for him. He was making eye contact with her and every time she wouldn’t look at him he would go slower with eating her out. It wasn’t long before she started pulling on his hair as he was sucking on her clit making her eyes roll back in pleasure.

“That feel good baby?,” He asked huskily as she could visibly see her own wetness on his face.

His beard kept scratching her thighs as she sighed in love. “Fuck it feels so good.”

With his middle and ring finger he started to slowly finger her while sucking on her clit, her hips jutting up every time he curled his fingers against her sweet spot.

“Shit I’m gonna come.” She panted. She pushed his head deeper into her trying to get more of his mouth.

“C’mon you can come whenever you want. Whenever you fucking want.” He spoke, the vibrations sending her over the edge.

She screamed his name in pure ecstasy multiple times.

“Let it out baby. I know I knooww. I got ya I got ya.” He spoke softly.

He pulled his fingers out of her and slowly licked her clean, avoiding her clit as he knew it was too sensitive. He gave her clit one last kiss before laying back next to her.

“I love you.” She stretched over her to peck his lips repeatedly. They kissed for what seemed like hours.

“I love you so much more. I can’t wait to fuck the shit out of you at Coachella. To a weekend of music, bonding, and amazing sex.” He said excitedly running his hands over her ass.

“How can a sentence that dirty sound so wonderful coming from you?” She questioned.

“Talent honey.”

“And this weekend to spending time with your band members and me spending girl time! she playfully hit his tattooed arm as they both went into a deep sleep tangled together.

#5sos fanfic #micheal clifford smut #luke hemmings #micheal clifford #5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #micheal 5sos #micheal clifford fanfic #micheal clifford imagine

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sofiiel · 8 months

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Trucker!Eddie x Landlord!Reader thing: (it's been sitting in my google docs drafts. It's just a unfinished opening scene. I wouldn't expect to see this fic posted soon. But to fill my inactivity, here is this.)

Hello, nobody ever told you how hard actually falling in love was going to hit you. Everything says it's like falling and you never really spot it until bam it happens. Love is as fast as Life is short, or that was the theory.

It was the sole thing you'd pinned for your entire life.

But you know what? Life is typically fucking long. And love?

It's slow. You're staring up a steep slope, watching that lumber truck grinding slowly towards your stalled little jalopy. That bad boy is carrying 40 short tons of lumber, its brakes are failing, and it's fresh out of fuel.

Love's great, but it will leave you feeling like roadkill that's seen the bottom of one thousand wheels.

Love comes with a name too, Eddie Munson.

"It took me fifteen years and an overdose to get you to admit it."

--- Eddie

He rolled into your shotty motel & weekly. Tracking all the mud and permanent stains right in with him.

"You know after all these years they finally pronounced that Munson guy as innocent." your cousin Marsha smacked over the phone.

She'd been going on for two hours while watching the local news, chomping on that stale piece of week-old gum. But even the smacking a popping of inhumanly hard, tasteless candy was better than night shift alone.

Shoving a yawn back down your throat, you sighed. "Seriously, Marshie? You're still following that old story?" You ask her.

The clouds thundered like an angry drummer, and the wind whistled with the sharpness of a referee. Your eyes struggled to stay open, lulled by the hypnotic rhythm of the rain beating against the ceiling.

"Of course! That was back in our hay-day _____!" Marsha cheered.

Her grin could be felt through the phone.

"Your hay-day, Marshie. Not mine. '86 was the worst year of my goddamn life." you murmur.

Marsha gave a jittered titter, "Oh you're so modest, and a drama queen. So what, it was the year you got cold feet and ran out of the wedding and-"

You tapped your black boots against the worn brown carpet.

"That wedding was bullshit, but that's not why it was the worst year of my life." Your words don't reach Marsha's ears, she's gone in her recounting of the event.

While you loved your cousin dearly, her jittered laughter was now picking at your nerves.

"skussssssh! Oh-oh no....mar-......marshie?" you stammered, recreating the sound of static with your vocal cords.

"I....skushhhh! I think the singal is - oh you piece of - skuuuussssh! sorry, Mars- I better call back - skuushhh-t-t-bzt-t - in the morning!"

Hanging up the phone, you slumped into the chair and covered your face with your hands.

In your grand act, you did not notice the shadow darting across the parking lot. Sopping wet with a drooping playboy mag for an umbrella.

You had not heard the door chime between the desperate hisses, and now you were blind to the wet rat of the man lingering before the front desk.

He watched you for a moment, his heart out, thundering the storm. Caught in that agonizing moment which for each of you, though for many different reasons, felt like an hour.

When his hand reached out for the golden bell next to the brochures, a bright 'ding' echoed past the whistling wind.

You hesitantly slipped your hands away from your face, your dry expression swiftly switching to a stunned gawk.

"Um... I saw that vacancy sign a mile down the road." said your guest.

A smile inched across his lips, "Boots!" he gasped after a good hard look at your face.

The force of the scowl, that contracted your brows, was received like a punch. Your guest quickly threw his hands into the air.

"Nobody calls me that and walks away without a mauling." you warned.

He laughed warm hum, "I remember well."

"That was an awful fake-out, by the way. You sounded like a dying robot from an early 1960s horror film." he added.

Your eyes thinned into a glare, but fixed on his smile. It was the eve of the anniversary to the worst day of your life.

"Says the Freak of Hawkins High and the only student in Hawkins history to fail Drama class. Twice."

Your words were sharp, but still he smiled, and for an awful minute your chest ached at the brightness of it.

"Eddie fuckin' Munson....of all people..." you sighed.

#i am description heavy-handed so sue me #trucker!eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #short intro thing #one-sided enemy to lovers #eddie's soggy playboy mag #sfw #got so many unfished scenes and bite sized blips of these two #rotting away in my docs like 'let me die or write me plz'

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yottakitsune · 1 year

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You bought the small idol for a steal. The fools were just going to melt it down and sell it as an unrecognizable lump. They never knew what they had, but to be fair, you didn't realize what you had either. You put the idol on a shelf near where you had your spare change, and it looked nice enough there. The only thing left was to make sure it wasn't taken.

Over the next several weeks, you began to notice the occasional gold coin disappearing. It was never much, but it was annoying all the same. Try as you might, you could never figure out the culprit. At least not until one day you noticed that the idol was a little bigger than before, and its eyes were glowing. When you leaned in to inspect it closer, the thing spoke to you in a voice only you could hear as its tiny eyes lit up with a golden light. "Thank you for taking care of me, my lord. I shall guard your possessions and multiply your wealth."

You jumped back at the sudden mental intrusion and dropped it on the table in the center of the room, but the idol radiated kindness and calm. "Fear not." It twitched a few times as life flew through her limbs, and she rose to her feet. "I mean you no harm."

A few days later found you being led through a wide field and the idol smiling at you. "This land is fertile and unclaimed, my lord. There are even multiple strong ley lines that cross here. We can build you a home here, and you can watch as all you own grows more bountiful by the day. She hefted her breasts and flashed an almost seductive smile. "Don't you want more? I did promise to give you more than you could ever hope to possess." You could only numbly nod. More sounded good.

More weeks passed, and true to her word, your wealth seemed to grow by the day under her guard. Not only that, but so did she. The idol that had only been a few inches tall at first now stood a full head taller than you. Most things in your home were now made of gold and the table had long since been buried under a pile of gold that weighed more than both of you combined. "We will need more space soon, my lord. Your fortune cannot be contained here."

You stared in shock. Did you really own that much gold? "I have already drafted plans for a village to be built. A large manor should suffice." She gave you a knowing smile. "Should I begin preparations for a greater and grander home?" You couldn't believe it, but she was right. Even if it seemed she already had started those preparations, they were necessary, and you had a difficult time refusing her advice so you told her to get started. "I'll see to it at once. Your village will serve you well."

In a few short weeks, the village was built, and every completed building saw your idol gain whole feet of height. In several months, the huge basement treasury was filled again. By now, she truly looked like a real dragon. "My lord, I have a request." You stood before her, agog at how bafflingly massive she had become. She laid down in the street and smiled down at you. "I feel you should have a castle. There is a high plateau that would do well for the endeavor, and it will be more secure." You always did think it would be nice to live like royalty.

It took a long time to get the structure built, largely due to how difficult it was getting supplies to the top of a nearly thousand foot high rock formation, but the idol helped how she could. After nearly a year, your new home was built and what was left of your fortune was put into the expansive keep. This didn't sit well with many of the neighboring kingdoms.

They had fought for a long time over who would claim your village and its wealth, but the presence of an increasingly massive dragoness made that tenuous at best. Now nobody could easily march in, much less force you or those of what was now a major city to submit to them. Turned out that people enjoyed having a giant dragon around to keep them safe. A year after the keep was built, one of the neighboring kingdoms attempted an invasion. It went as poorly as you could expect.

"My lord," came the sweet voice of your idol. She stood on the ground far below, but she still dwarfed your castle and towered over it. "I think it is time to secure the safety of your holdings and expand upon them." She dropped a small bundle of flags and shields into the expansive courtyard. "Your neighbors have attacked more than once. May I claim their holdings as reparations?" You nodded and thanked her. She clapped her hands and practically skipped off to the nearest kingdom. Why settle for being royalty when you could the ruler of an empire?

Your empire grew by the day, and so did she. Every time somebody attacked, she simply claimed that land as yours, and it was done with surgical precision. No matter how big she got, she was always able to attack and crush their castle and all within on the first try. It was almost like she would settle for no less than world domination.

It didn't even take a month before the whole continent was yours. "My lord, the furthest reaches are yours." She lay down, nearly as big as an empire herself, and smiled at you on a balcony. "Soon everything else will follow. You shall have everything for saving my existence." You wondered about that. What would happen when you owned everything. You looked at the stars. Were those included? There was only one way to find out.

#breast expansion #furry art #giantess growth #ai art

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jensensitive · 1 year

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John in buckleming episodes

(just compiled via ctrl-f-ing transcripts, so probably missing something or other)

1x13 Route 666

DEAN

Am I speaking a language you're not getting here? Dad and I were working a job in Ohio, she was finishing up college. We went out for a coupla weeks.

–

DEAN

(Hesitantly) You know, I'm still really involved. With my dad's work.

7x05 Shut Up Dr Phil

7x13 The Slice Girls

7x19 Of Grave Importance

8x03 Heartache

8x15 man’s Best Friend With Benefits

8x19 Taxi Driver

9x03 I’m No Angel

9x09 Holy Terror

9x16 Blade Runners

9x21 King of the Damned

(gavin and crowley)

CROWLEY (answering phone) Squirrel. I hope you were nice to your father.

DEAN (driving, on phone) What? Shut up. Look, we got the Blade.

10x03 Soul Survivor

DEAN: You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since …

[Dean laughs.]

DEAN: Forever. Or maybe … Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!

SAM: This isn’t my brother talking.

DEAN: You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what: I quit.

SAM: No. No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!

DEAN: Well, then, we got nothin’.

SAM: Would you say that to Dad?

DEAN: Dad? Oh, there’s a prize. There’s a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle!

10x10 The Hunter Games

10x16 Paint It Black

10x21 Dark Dynasty

(eldon and his father)

11x03 The Bad Seed

11x09 O Brother Where Art Thou?

Sam: You’re sitting there with the Book of the Damned and the means to read every word, and you think I’m going to set you free? Do I look crazy?

Rowena: Well, you do have unresolved issues with your domineering older brother and the abandonment by your father.

Sam: You know what? Just get back to work! All right.

11x18 Hell’s Angel

11x21 All In the Family

Dean: Here's the thing, um...Chuck... And I mean no disrespect. Um... I'm guessing you came back to help with the Darkness, and that's great. That's, you know – It's fantastic. Um, but you've been gone a – a... long, long time. And there's so much crap that has gone down on the Earth for thousands of years. I mean, plagues and wars, slaughters. And you were, I don't know, writing books, going to fan conventions. Were you even aware, o-or did you just tune it out?

Chuck: I was aware, Dean.

Dean: But you did nothing. And, again, I-I'm not trying to piss you off. You know, I don't want to turn into a pillar of salt.

Chuck: I actually… didn't do that.

Dean: Okay. People – People pray to you. People build churches for you. They fight wars in your name, and you did nothing.

Chuck: You're frustrated. I get it. Believe me, I was hands-on – Real hands-on for, wow, ages. I was so sure if I kept stepping in, teaching, punishing, that these beautiful creatures that I created... would grow up. But it only stayed the same. And I saw that I needed to step away and let my baby find its way. Being overinvolved is no longer parenting. [Sighs] It's enabling.

Dean: But it didn't get better.

Chuck: Well, I've been mulling it over. And from where I sit, I think it has.

Dean: Well, from where I sit, it feels like you left us and you're trying to justify it.

Chuck: I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don't confuse me with your dad.

12x02 Mamma Mia

(with action lines from production draft)

Dean: Sleep okay?

Mary: I had dreams all night. I haven’t had dreams for… thirty years.

Dean: Good dreams?

Mary: Stuff I’d forgotten about. Funny things your dad did. He was a great father.

Dean considers this. Almost takes up the topic. Thinks better of it. Smiles a vague smile.

–

(transcript)

MARY: Very. The thing is, Hunters... no matter how good they are, they all end up the same way.

DEAN: You know when you died, it changed Dad. I mean, he was Hell-bent on finding out what happened. The Hunter life, it just took him over. I guess I was the same. But Sammy – Sammy, he was different. He wanted out. He went to school. He went to Stanford.

MARY: Sam had a chance to get out? And he came back?

DEAN: When Dad disappeared, Sam and I looked around, and something became very clear. That the only thing we had in this world – the only thing, aside from this car – was each other.

(production draft version)

MARY: Very.

He smiles. But Mary doesn’t– she knows the truth–

Mary: The thing is… Hunters... No matter how good they are? They all end up the same way.

Dean (teasing): Rich and happy?

But Mary’s not in a joking mood–

Mary: I mean, the life… Sometimes it’s exciting… The adrenaline rush. Just wish you and Sam hadn’t signed up.

DEAN (with difficulty): When you… Died… Dad changed. He was Hell-bent on finding out what happened. The Hunter life took him over. I guess I’m a lot like him, if I’m bein’ honest, and I took to it. But Sammy. Different guy. He wanted out. Went to Stanford.

(off her startled look)

I know, right? Dad could never get his head around it.

MARY (incredulous): Sam had a chance to get out? And he… came back?

DEAN: When… Dad disappeared… Sam and I looked around, and things got real clear. The only thing Sam and I had in the world… The only thing. Except for this car… Was… Each other.

She stares, realizing the truth in this, as tears appear.

–

SAM: Dad's journal. His writing, his words. Helped me fill in some blanks, answer some questions I didn't know I had. And, you know, it – it – it keeps him with us, sort of.

MARY: Thank you.

12x08 LOTUS

12x13 Family Feud

ROWENA Uh, to be honest, I'm not sure. I was forced to leave, you see.

GAVIN Oh. That's too bad. L-Left him with his father, did you?

ROWENA Well...

GAVIN You left him alone?!

ROWENA He was eight, he seemed very enterprising.

12x17 The British Invasion

12x21 There’s Something about Mary

(transcript)

TONI: You're being realigned. Soon, you won't differentiate between your thinking and ours.

All of your thoughts and actions will come from us.

MARY: What are you talking about?

TONI: Well, not about this illusion of you that you hold on to. The perfect life. Loving husband and kids. But it never really was perfect, was it? All those secrets you kept from your beloved John – that you were a Hunter. That you invited Azazel to visit when he spared John's life.

MARY: How do you –

TONI: I have sources, Mary. Everywhere. After you died, your beloved John was a man slowly going mad, searching for revenge. What? Your boys didn't tell you? The drunken rages? The weeks of abandonment? Child abuse, really. It's no wonder they're damaged. So enough with the fairy tale. We are returning you to a more pure version of yourself – Mary Campbell, natural born killer.

(production draft version)

Toni: You're being… realigned. Soon, you won't differentiate between your thinking and ours.

All of your thoughts and actions will come from us.

Mary can only stare, stunned.

Toni: In a way, we’re doing you a favor. Putting you back in touch with who you really are.

Mary: What are you talking about?

Toni: Well, not about this illusion of you that you hold on to….the “perfect life,” the “loving husband and kids…”

(then)

But it never really was perfect, was it? The secrets you kept from your beloved John – that you were a Hunter. That you invited Azazel to visit.

Mary: How do you…

Toni: You left your sons without a mother. Without a father, for that matter. You “beloved John” was a man slowly going mad, searching for revenge.

(off Mary’s stare)

Oh, your boys didn't tell you? The drunken rages? The weeks of abandonment? Child abuse, really. No wonder they're… damaged.

Mary stares, stunned, trying to process.

Toni: So enough with the fairy tale. We’re returning you to a more pure version of yourself – Mary Campbell, natural born killer.

13x02 The Rising Son

BARTENDER I hated my old man. I ran away myself. See, my mom would never stick up for me. But… (sighs) you know kids. No matter what, they still want the old man’s approval. Well, that’s how it was with me, just…

DEAN You know, that’s, uh, that’s how it was with me, too.

13x07 War of the Worlds

13x13 Devil’s Bargain

13x18 Bring Em Back Alive

SAM: Gabriel, you have to dig yourself out of this hole. Look, I know you think it's safer inside. No more torture. No more pain. No more expectations. I've been there. You were nothing like your family. You sure as hell weren't like your dad. Me either. And just like you, I got out. Or I-I thought I got out. But then... then my family needed me. And this is my life. No matter how many times I tried to fight it, this is what I was put here to do. This is where I make the world a better place. And sure, yeah, hookers in Monte Carlo sounds great, but your family needs you.

13x22 Exodus

14x02 Gods and Monsters

14x07 Unhuman Nature

Dean: Well, bait and beer. You are a cheap date. This certainly isn't Tahiti.

Jack: You once told me you and your father did the exact same thing. It was your happiest memory of him.

Dean: I didn't say that.

Jack: It was how you said it. I could tell.

14x12 Prophet and Loss

(transcript)

DEAN I know I wasn’t always the greatest brother to you.

SAM Dean, you were the one who was always there for me. The only one. I mean, you practically raised me.

DEAN I know things got dicey… you know, with dad… the way he was. And I just… I didn’t always look out for you the way that I should’ve. I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep the peace, it probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was… when I was away, you know it wasn’t ‘cause I just ran out, right? Dad would… he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that.

(blue pages)

DEAN It’s just that… I know I wasn’t always the greatest big brother.

Sam stares over at him.

SAM Dean, you were the one who was always there for me. You raised me.

DEAN Yeah, well, things could still get dicey…with dad. The way he was. And I didn’t always look out for you like I should’ve. I mean, I had my own stuff goin’ on with him, so to keep the peace I’d– it must’ve looked like I took his side…

SAM I was just a kid…

DEAN And sometimes I wasn’t around at all. You know I didn’t just run out, right? Well, sometimes I did. But Dad would send me away when I really pissed him off; I think you knew that.

14x19 Jack in the Box

(transcript)

Dean: She could handle a machete. She could handle a vampire. She could handle our old man. She couldn't cook worth a damn. Mom, you weren't here long enough. But we're so glad for the time that we had. Goodbye, Mom.

–

(transcript)

Sam: We know that Mom's not sitting on a cloud playing a harp. She's in a good place. Or she's in a great place. She's with Dad.

Dean: Hmm.

(writer’s draft)

Sam: And we know Mom’s not sitting on a cloud with a harp. But she’s in a good place. In her personal heaven with her best memories.

Dean: Fair enough.

15x02 Raising Hell

BELPHEGOR: Yeah, yeah, not gonna happen. Souls cast down to Hell? That's the end of it. Heaven can't take 'em.

SAM: That's not true. Our dad made it to Heaven after he was in Hell.

DEAN: And Bobby Singer.

15x08 Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven

SAM: But if Michael helped Chuck overpower Amara, then maybe he also knows how to lock him up.

CASTIEL: Perhaps, but even if we could get to him, he wouldn't tell us.

DEAN: I don't know. But I mean, if my dad kept me locked up in a cage for 10 years, I might be looking to get some payback. It's worth a shot.

–

ADAM: The point is parents keep secrets, right? Does it hurt to ask the question?

MICHAEL: Yes! It would. It would mean that I doubt him. The good son, the favorite, doubts his father.

ADAM: You still care about that? After he left you in the Cage?

15x13 Destiny’s Child

ALT!DEAN: We actually don't drink much of this stuff.

ALT!SAM: Dad won't keep it in the house. He only likes his "private-label Scotch." He spoils us.

SAM: Wait, your dad is... still around?

DEAN: And he "spoils" you?

(script: Sam and Dean stare.)

ALT!SAM: Well, he did. We don't know where he is now. Uh, we all went through the rift together, but, uh, guess we got separated.

ALT!DEAN: Mm. To Dad.

(Not in script:) ALT!SAM: Best guy ever.

(script: They clink bottles. Sam and Dean are staring, dumbfounded.)

SAM: HunterCorp?

ALT!DEAN: Yeah. Well, got to hand it to the old man, huh? Pretty much built up an entire empire from scratch.

ALT!SAM: To Dad.

(Not in script:) ALT!DEAN: Smartest guy ever.

(script: They clink bottles again. Sam and Dean look at each other.)

(Alt Dean finding Dean’s porn)

ALT!SAM: Can you imagine if Dad caught us with that kind of stuff? Goodbye, trust funds.

15x19 Inherit the Earth

(script and deleted lines)

Sam: To Jack

They touch bottles and drink.

Dean: And Cas. And Mom.

Sam: And Adam.

Dean: And Kelly. And Bobby. And John.

Sam: Dad?

Dean: Yeah.

Sam shrugs; they take long pulls from the beers. Dean sighs wistfully.

Dean: And everyone… we’ve lost along the way.

Drink and silence.

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idk fuck it. cait/fahrenheit draft. do you ever disassociate so bad you can only remember things in third person. canon-typical warnings for cait's addiction (non-specific, hopefully i did a kinder job than the game)

It was just a fucking-hell-we’re-alive kiss. It didn’t mean anything.

Cait had been kissed within an inch of her life after escaping a gas explosion in a Super-Duper Mart by lots of girls. She never thought about them two weeks later, when she was supposed to be covering Mac’s scrawny ass as he looted a pharmacy.

The scrawny ass in question was throwing itself against a second-floor supply closet until she shouldered him out of the way and wrenched it open. The closet contained the usual litter of crumbling Abraxo boxes, rusty tools, decaying mops, and shattered plastic buckets. The exciting thing was the safe, encrusted with rust and some mystifying barnacles. “Where’s that gun oil you always have?”

Mac didn’t take the bait. She dumped the entire standard, completely normal little tube into the lock with only minor background grumbling about how the replacement would come out of her share. She halfheartedly poked at the worst of the rust, thinking about absolutely nothing.

It was like it had happened to someone else. She could replay it in her brain from a weird top-down view, like a bad trip of Daddy-O.

There was absolutely no evidence that Bobbi No-Nose had ever used the Super Duper Mart as a base of operations, or that anyone had been through in the last ten years. There were a hell of a lot of ferals and a gas leak behind the lunch counter. After they tumbled out onto the loading dock, not even a little bit on fire, miraculously un-shrapneled, Fahrenheit had laughed with the raw joy of not getting eating by ferals or dying in a gas explosion, put the flamer down very gently, and grabbed Cait by her vest straps.

Without really thinking about it, Cait had dropped her chin, right hand to Fahrenheit’s right wrist, knee to Fahrenheit’s gut, left palm to Fahrenheit’s chin–

“How long does that oil need to sit in there?”

“As long as it needs to get used to the idea of getting nice and relaxed and open before I get my fingers in there.” She maintained the leer until Mac stomped back downstairs and didn’t pick up a bobby pin until he was all the way at the front of the pharmacy.

She’d spun Fahrenheit away and pinned her against the hood of a Chryslus tipped down over a retaining wall, almost standing on its nose. She hadn’t noticed the skeleton spilling out of the cockpit until much later, because while she was trying to pin Fahrenheit’s wrists she’d been kissed.

It was not, objectively, a very good kiss. The little action figure of Cait in her memory been on guard against the wrong thing, ducked her chin a little to protect it, hadn’t thought about where a flimsy pre-War canister of Jet had cracked in her mouth earlier. Fahrenheit’s eyetooth opened Cait’s lip. Their teeth clacked. Cait gasped and bit her on purpose instead of moaning.

Fahrenheit’s eyes were gray, the pupils rimmed with gold. “You like your fun a little rough, huh? Not surprised.”

Mac leaned over her and dropped a handful of bobby pins on top of the safe.

“If you don’t fuck off I’ll shove this screwdriver up your skinny–”

“Geez! I’m just helping!” He dodged her ineffectual stab. A flatblade wouldn’t really do much damage, something properly triangular and proprietarily Chryslus would really ruin his day. Shame the pharmacy didn’t carry them.

She’d been so startled by the kiss she’d dropped Fahrenheit’s wrists. Fahrenheit could have stabbed her or done any number of things, but instead she got an ankle around Cait’s and flipped them.

Cait had said something admittedly bratty about being taken for a ride and braced herself against the car. It only creaked a little. She’d widened her stance, still ready to trip Fahrenheit. This was probably when she’d acquired the long scrape across her lower back.

Fahrenheit had promptly shoved closer, hiking a boot up on the bumper and leaning hard against Cait’s knee. “Are you always such a brat, or is this a special occasion?” She’d still been bleeding from Cait’s bite.

Cait had said something about what kind of person doesn’t count getting rescued from a burning building as a special occasion. Cait had not planned on paying her back so soon and licked the blood off her own lip to buy time, watching Fahrenheit watch her.

“Promises, promises,” Fahrenheit had taken her glove off the fast way, with her teeth. She’d been practically sitting on Cait’s knee, pinning her to the car by the hip and petting along the little strip of skin between vest and belt. Cait found that she didn’t particularly want to go anywhere anyway.

Fahrenheit gave her… from Cait’s memory it looked like a proper movie kiss, if girls ever kissed in pre-War movies. The sense-memory involved more teeth. Cait had revised her opinion of Fahrenheit’s weird knee armor.

She’d cracked her head on the dashboard when Fahrenheit let her up for air. She’d picked her head back up to see if she could get kissed again and noticed (less important) the skeleton spilling out of the Chryslus’ cockpit and (more important) the feral crawling over the retaining wall. The order in which she cracked a joke about how they were even now, shot the ghoul, lost the lovely friction of Fahrenheit’s knee, and pulled Fahrenheit’s pistol escaped her.

The trip back to Goodneighbor was a series of running skirmishes, and they said what they needed to say to survive.

Cait found herself staring at an empty safe.

She looked up to yell for Mac and found him leaning over her again. He’d put a whole crate of Psycho down behind her and she hadn’t even noticed.

“Welcome back! Almost thought you forgot about me.”

“Shut your goddamn mouth, MacCready.”

“C’mon, let’s divvy these up. We can sleep in real beds tonight and you can get that scrape on your back looked at.”

Doctor Amari bent Cait over a gurney in a very unsexy way. “I’m so happy I gave you that tetanus shot when you weren’t paying attention last time.” Before Nate had vanished, he’d dropped her off in Goodneighbor with a concussion and fucked off somewhere only God and Valentine knew.

Cait and MacCready and Valentine supervising had looted the shit out of Nate’s two Diamond City houses, couriering some money out to Preston in a fit of guilt and Valentine’s disapproval. There had been no need to step outside, let alone trek over to Goodneighbor for a solid month until the Jet ran out and she had to look for dishonest employment again.

Amari poked the perfect thumbprint on her hip with a frown. “Mac not treating you right, Cait?”

Cait barked out a rusty laugh despite herself. “Wasn’t him. That jumped-up little idiot can barely keep body and soul together.”

“Well, these antibiotics shouldn’t interfere with your birth control, but you are on your way to a nasty infection. Please try to rest up, and I mean really rest up for at least a few days.”

The entire day left Cait so grouchy she went through most of her share of Psycho inside a week instead of selling it, and couldn’t turn Mac down when he brought her another job for two people.

#frank don't reblog #robot collaboration NOT welcome #i do not know if the flashbacks have the intended effect please chime in about what effect they had on you

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