#got to have a delightful car ride w

[snowshinobi]

microdosing on cannibalizing my own flesh by reading Richard Silken poems. and falling in love

#this post was brought to you by kaz. ty for the organposting kaz #cannibalism #the triangle of cannibalism #got to have a delightful car ride w #cosmic #and his mom this weekend where we talked about technology and volleyball and poetry #and i got to lose my mind about ''these our bodies possessed by light/tell me we'll never get used to it'' which still rips my guts out #and feeds them to me. to this day. every time i read those lines i become a little more unraveled. my god #richard you minx. i could hug you #richard siken #snowswords #oh yeah and the inherent destruction of building a partnership. its good destruction. you gotta figure out how to be part of a whole #that's life in general too. i think doing romance with people really puts a microscope on the process. at least for me. #like damn being with cosmic means i have less freedom to up and do whatever i want. i can still do almost anything i want but now it's #important to give him a heads up. or maybe he'd like to do this too i should wait for him. or there's something he'd like to do that #im invited along for!! i'll do the original thing i wanted to do another time so we can do this now #yknow? yeah. im destroying snow (singular) to create snow (member of duo). and that helps me remember ive never really been a singular enti #this is its own post isnt it. ok wait #Richard silken #sigh spelled his name wrong the first time my bad

[cherry-leclerc]

20/90 ☆ cl16

genre: humor, smut, angst, jealous!charles, post-break up, toxic ex trope, on & off

word count: 2k

After a painful break-up, you and Charles find yourselves taking part in what seems to be a never ending cycle. But there are rules that apply.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...car sex, riding, wrap it before you tap it!

req!...two in a day?? you guys are spoiledddd

It takes about twenty days to break a habit, give or take. There’s proof; like the time you scolded yourself into not biting your nails anymore, horrified with the idea of getting engaged with monstrous hands. Or when you swore you would never drink again after Singapore.

But it takes ninety to make a permanent change.

It was a mutual decision, it was the most mature one, really, too. He was getting more and more busy; higher demand. You were drowning with homework, and senior thesis, it was long overdue. Yet it still broke your heart just the same. We can try again in the future, he tries to reason when you sob against his chest, linen shirt growing damp, but never once thinks about pulling away. 

There is no future if there’s no you, you whimper. You feel stupid, desperate, and disgusting. It was not a lovely mix, but it was true. How could you move on when he was all you’ve ever wanted?

And there’s no present without you.

That was thirteen days ago, to be exact. Life was not better, but bearable to say the least. Often, you would find yourself stalking him on social media, unbeknownst that he did the same. You finally got your bachelor's you had worked your ass off for. He finally came to a renewal on his Ferrari contract. Life should be good.

Instead, you find yourself slumping against the cold wall, eyes squinting at the harsh sun. You’re well aware you’re panting like a beast, and sweat trickles down your face like a water faucet, but you couldn't care any less. Running was definitely not for the weak. 

Abandonner si tôt?

Directing your attention to a deep voice, your heart stops before excitedly pumping against your chest. You can feel it in your ribcage. It should be a crime how handsome he still is, the more he gets day by day. W-what are you doing here? 

His green eyes flicker against the rocks. Oh, you know. 

Are you here for me? You want to foolishly ask, but bite down instead. I thought you were already in Bahrain. 

Keeping tabs on me? 

Flustered, you narrow your eyes, feigning a normal state. We dated for five years. I know your schedule by heart. His soft features register a wave of shock, nervous fingers gripping his phone.

It was good seeing you. And he leaves.

It shouldn’t hurt so much, but it does. It feels as if you’ve scraped your knee, hit your heart, got punched square in the face, and got run over by a school bus. Infinite times. And he seems A-OK. It's against your better judgment to follow after him, to yell at him out of spite for no apparent reason. But you were not the same girl he used to know.

“Oh fuck,” Charles groans as you ride him hastily, headboard banging against the wall as he keeps a steady hold on your hip, where a path of fresh bruises lie. He almost laughs if it weren’t for you rolling your hips tentatively. He quirks a brow when you shake your head and finish around his thick girth, leaving him no choice but to follow along with a low shudder. 

“What have I done?” you whisper, delicate hands coming up to cover up your bare breasts. “Oh my God…”

“Ah,” he hums. “What a delightful thing to hear.”

Scurrying off his lap, you grab your wrinkled clothes, inching towards the exit as you wag your finger. “This –that– could never happen ever again. Capeesh?” 

Charles tries his best to hide his hurt, braving through with a nonchalant smile. “Never again.”

-

You’re eight days in when he texts you. Something about needing someone to talk to. You might have broken up, but who said you couldn’t remain friendly acquaintances? He demands you meet at your spot, and it's a slap in the face but find yourself there nonetheless. He rambles on and on about his ongoing stress, and the neverending pressure. You knew it got bad, but you never thought this much. 

“My PR manager is debating on whether I should date someone for the sake of increasing views. More attention.” 

Your jaw goes slack. “You called me for this?” Rushing up to your full height, you brush off a gust of dirt, struggling to not roll into a coughing fit. “What makes you think this is something I want to hear?”

The Monegasque’s face pinches up like a clam. “I thought you should know.”

You scoff. “Right…” He watches as you scarily pace the open field with a blank expression. It saddens him how suddenly he doesn’t know how to read you. “You’re a fucking coward.”

And you leave.

-

He follows through with it because there’s really no other choice. She’s nice, but not kind like you. She’s pretty, but not breathtaking like you. You get the gist. 

Her touch is unfamiliar and cold, forced. Abnormal. Her father is some kind of wealthy man who invests in prestigious hotels in his home country and is looking to make some more money as if what he doesn’t have is enough to serve him a lifetime. Sometimes, Charles feels for her. She probably wanted this the same amount as he did. 

Behind a screen, you live through all of it. Your friend nicknamed you as Bella-From-Twilight-When-Edward-Goes-Away. Only Edward comes back. Charles never did. But it's now been seventeen days. And you curse the day you run out of your favorite ice cream.

“Why am I always bumping into you?” you huff when you spot the brunette. He rolls his eyes. I’m the famous one here. I don’t need to follow anyone, unlike you. Where his cold tone finally blossomed from –you don’t know– but you didn’t like it at all. Purposefully hitting your cart against his own, you stroll off. “Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Superstar.”

Comedically, you both find yourself glaring as you check out from adjacent sides, a silent competition on who can get out of there the fastest. You came here just for that, he mouths from afar as your burn bright pink, gaze flickering towards your strawberry ice cream. You flip him off, but giggle apologetically when the cashier assumes it’s aimed towards her. 

Charles wants to chuckle in amusement but would rather eat his own foot than admit to that. Have a good day, you can hear his clerk tell him at the same time yours does too. Flinging your arm into the hoop on your tote bag, you run off as he races you with a full cart of groceries. There’s a curve you hit as you manage to squeeze through and smile back at your ex, somehow satisfied. Amidst skip, you feel a harsh push as you fling forward, falling onto your knees as a little boy winces, licks his lollipop, and walks away. 

Blood trickles down your knees as you fiercely turn back to look at a regretful loser. “Is it really that deep?” you spit out, ears turning bright red from your reasonable anger. He tries to help you up but that only receives him a slap in the face. “Great. I look like I just got my period. Unbelievable.” 

“You just hit me,” he speaks in disbelief.

“You just pushed me,” you retort pointing at your injury, flesh being creepily visible. “On purpose, I might add.”

The Monegasque scoffs, gently massaging his aching face, dark brows pointed at you like knives. “You’re one crazy fucking girl…”

“Thanks, I get that a lot.”

It's all a fateful haze, the way you end up in his car. You suppose it starts the moment he presses on helping you unload your groceries, as some sick apology. But it’s only my ice cream. But he sheepishly shrugs. Now blood paints his driver's seat as you sit on top of him, and occasional grunts overflow due to his red cheek. “I can’t have sex with you,” you mumble against his swollen lips, chest heaving as your tinted windows begin to fog up. It was still early, but you didn’t care. 

“And I shouldn’t want to have sex with you, and yet.” 

“Yeah,” you pant, kisses steaming up. “Okay then.”

Shame lingers on your drive back home, and grows even deeper when you realize your strawberry treat has melted.

-

You would never take yourself as a self-driven person; not like most people. It was only one of your many flaws, but in this very moment, bent over the kitchen counter, you promise to become one.

“I can’t keep going back to him,” you groan over the phone as Lily attentively listens to what she considers gossip, and you consider a mid-life crisis. “We broke up months ago, why do I keep doing this to myself?”

“Perhaps because two still care for one another.” And because you know you still love him, and he loves you, she wants to add but stops herself when you glare coldly. 

“I am so over him, are you kidding? I’ve never been better. In fact, I’m going out tonight. First man I see boom! Fuck him. Just like that.” You click your fingers magically for emphasis. 

Lily’s face drops as her eyes zigzag towards something behind her screen. Before she can try to talk you out of it, you hang up. She’s obviously joking, the Chinese girl stutters when Charles freezes, midway from hanging Alex a pair of joggers, since he had forgotten his own. The green-eyed boy forces a dark smile, tipping his head and heading out without a goodbye. 

“I should probably warn her.”

You weren’t picking up–you weren’t going to. It was starting to hit you how stupid this all was and you did not need your friends erasing the last bits of determination you had within you. Beaming at a group of guys, you can’t help but flutter your eyes as they quietly fight over who gets to have the first move. Dibs, if you must. Swallowing the last bit of your awful drink, you start making your way over before a warm hand grips your wrist. “No. I’m not doing this again.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “And you’re not doing that either, we’re leaving.” It takes a lot of mental strength to not kick him in the shin and run off, but you can’t help but slap him once again as soon as he drags you out into the alleyway. A habit you’ve picked up, I see, he growls.

“Why are you still doing this?” you whimper, glassy eyes looking up in complete defeat. “You broke up with me. I agreed. We’re supposed to be moving on from one another. Why can’t you at least try to let me go?”

It’s a punch to the gut, the sound of your raw voice, broken and weak. He takes a clumsy step back, chest tightening from the tense situation he has wheezed himself into. “Believe me, I’m trying but I just can’t…”

Your nose is runny, mascara coats you like a baby racoon, cheekbones are splotchy as if you’ve just been hit, and you were still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Which is part of the reason why he can’t walk away from everything you've been through. 

“Well you’re not going to try, but I am. For real this time.”

-

It’s been ninety-two days, a lot, but not enough at the same time. But there was a piece of you that knew you weren’t missing him as much. So, maybe–it was. Enough, you suppose. It still hurts a tiny bit sometimes, watching him pose with fake smiles, or maybe they’re genuine, you can’t really tell the difference anymore. The way his eyes learned to sparkle for her over time. Fake can become real, it appears. But you being yearnful didn’t mean you weren’t moving on for your own sake. This was good, a new start. The kind you now looked forward to.

And it only took ninety-two fucking days.

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[hannieehaee]

Can you write something, anything, about woozi and his ass cuz that one clip of 96z shaking their ass has made me into a whole new person. Literally just Lee jihoon ass appreciation.

18+ / mdi

content: sub!woozi, afab reader, smut, reader is extremely horny and depraved, the word pretty is overused, body worship, woozi is thoroughly felt up (oops), dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1139

a/n: U AND ME BOTH ANON

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"w-wait slow down."

these were a few of the last coherent words jihoon would let out that night.

or at least that was the plan. especially considering his egregious behavior mere hours ago.

you see, you knew your boyfriend's body like the back of your hand. you had kissed and worshiped every inch of his skin, leaving no part untouched at some point or other.

however, this past month, you had been unable to relish in the privilege that was to have lee jihoon's body at your utmost disposition. work had kept you away from him, leaving you sad and lonely and without his pretty body to gawk at for an entire month.

finally being back, you were slightly peeved off at knowing he'd have back to back concerts for a few days just on the week of your arrival, but it was fine! as long as you got to keep him to yourself afterwards, it was okay.

it was okay until it wasn't. until the moment you saw him step out on stage, tight button up on, blonde hair up in a bun, and the worst of all, the most fitting brown slacks you had ever seen on your boyfriend. the sight made you feel like a caveman, no coherent word leaving your mouth as you gawked at him like a piece of meat.

you watched as he swayed his hips, showing off every delicious curve of his body, taunting you without so much as realizing.

it had been an extraneous three hours (damn you, never ending aju nice) until you were able to get him in a car and back home.

the moment you stepped foot into your shared apartment was when you began your attack, pushing him up against the wall and shutting up any question leaving his mouth with your tongue down his throat.

your hands were frantic, feeling him up like you were starved for his touch – and you very much were. your wandering hands groped at every curve, swallowing every gasp of delight let out against your lips.

when you finally disconnected for some air, trailing your lips down to his neck, he gasped out his request to slow down, but you simply couldnt. you needed every inch of his body marked by your kiss, touched by your hand, licked by your tongue.

finally pulling away completely, you dragged him over to the couch, sitting him down and crawling your way on top of him after having carelessly discarded your clothes. he followed without instruction, throwing off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants, unable to get them all the way off as you sat on him.

your lips went back to his, hands still frantically feeling him up, scratching at the milky skin of his toned chest.

"so pretty, hoonie. fuck ... do you even know how gorgeous you are?", your lips trailed down to his chest, careless splotches of red left behind by your teeth as you marked your territory.

"prettiest thing ... looked so good on stage ... wanted to fuck you so bad," you groaned against his nipple, licking at it as he cried out above you.

"s-stop it," he complained, too shy to take your shameless praise.

"wanna see you, pretty. wanna see your gorgeous body, yeah? so fucking sexy ... make me feel like im losing my mind ..."

without even realizing it, your hips had begun grinding against his crotch, hands digging into his shoulders for support. his strong arms held your waist, helping you maintain your pace.

fuck, he was so meaty and strong. the thought alone made your eyes roll back.

despite the pleasure of his delicious cock dragging against your cunt, you needed to change positions. you couldnt ride him tonight. you needed to feel him up so more, up until getting your fill of him.

flipping him around (with his help ..), you laid on the couch, with him now above you. you bit your lip at the sight. his pretty hair was covering the sides of his face, making him look like an angel from above you. you voiced this compliment to him, making him scoff and scrunch up his nose in embarrassment.

"hoonie ... fuck, so fucking pretty and sexy. so obsessed with you ...", you groaned, hands reaching back to squeeze at his ass and drag him against you.

"no, i- fuck. you .. you're the pretty one, i-", he hiccuped opting to bury his face in your neck before you could see his reddened cheeks.

as embarrassed as he was at your blatant comments, he also relished in it, allowing you to touch him in such ways and even following the guidance of your movements as he ground against you, your hands still grasping harshly at his ass.

your hands went up and down the delicious arch of his back, groaning at the thought of how pretty he'd look on all fours for you, gorgeous body ready for you to do whatever you wanted to it.

but that would come some other day. right now you needed him to get his dick in you and make you lose all ability to think.

slipping inside you, he groaned against your ear, humping against you thoughtlessly. the contrast between the controlled movement of his hips on stage made you chuckle, enjoying how his desire would make him lose control so easily.

"feel so good, shit- you- love you," he murmured against you, "d-don't stop touching me ... love when you touch me ... when you love me like this."

your hands went even crazier at his admission, digging your nails into every bit of skin you could reach and dragging his hips towards you.

"my pretty boy ... body's so fucking gorgeous. and you're all mine? fuck ... prettiest little thing all mine ...", you gasped against his ear, making his pace go even faster at your endless praise. your hands never stopped feeling him up, dragging his toned body against your own as he showed the telltale signs of his orgasm.

with a high pitched whine, he came inside you, with you joining him right after. the sight of him alone had you pent up for hours, so cumming with him was an effortless task.

falling halfway on top of you, he cuddled against you, kissing at your neck before nuzzling into your hair.

"love you," he whispered.

"love you too, pretty," you whispered back, "but i'm not done with you yet ..."

the rest of the night was spent productively. your lips found every inch of skin on his body, leaving love bites on all your favorite parts. by the end of the night, his hips were unrecognizable with pretty red marks left by your lips. his chest and back were red due to all the grabbing your hands couldnt help themselves with. and jihoon? he was sleeping with a satisfied smile on his face.

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[lovings4turn]

oooh can i request SCREAM w james potter or neil perry and prompt number 8?

of course darling! i wasn't sure exactly which 8 you wanted, so i went with "our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break.  they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear" but please lmk if it was another!! contains unprotected sex (remember protection is important!) banner taken from cafekitsune!

"you've got to be fucking kidding me." james voice is laced with annoyance as he briefly removes his hand from your knee to throw them it up exasperation, the other remaining firmly on his steering-wheel.

the road ahead of you both is essentially censored by the thick cloud of fog that hovers in the distance, making seeing anything more than a metre or two in front of you absolutely impossible. what was promised to be a light bout of mist has rapidly grown into almost impenetrable fog. james doesn't have the greatest eyesight at the best of times, so having his vision impaired by a deep cloud of grey is a less than ideal situation. clearly, you wont be able to continue driving for much longer.

it's no surprise, then, when james pulls over into the first slip-road he comes across, flipping the engine off and slumping back against his chair with a grunt.

"looks like we're stuck here for a while," james says, his voice slightly taunting as he begins to trail his hand further up your thigh. "such a shame."

through laughter, you make a futile gesture of pushing his hand from your knee. it's halfhearted, and james can tell that you're not really protesting to his advances. it's a game of cat and mouse, a way for you to see just how far james is willing to go for you.

"stuck two minutes off of the motorway, jamie," you remind him, a gentle reprimand. "we're still practically in public."

"ah, it's not like anyone'll see us, doll," james drawls, his lips forming a playful smirk. "fog's far too thick for that. doubt many people will be out and driving, anyways."

you consider his words and look at him with a coy grin, unaware that you're shifting closer to him in the already cramped front seat.

"yeah?" james asks, searching your face for any sign that you aren't comfortable. when you nod, he's leaning over the gearstick, cupping your face with his large palm and pushing his lips against yours.

it's a little messy, all tongue and teeth as james licks into your mouth, groaning lowly at the taste of you. he pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip before he attaches himself to your neck, sucking sharply against the skin there and delighting in the moan you let out.

just as he moves to kiss at your exposed collarbone, he huffs at the restricted movement your position in the car causes. pushing his seat back, james pats his lap, cocking his head towards his spread thighs in an attractive display of dominance.

not needing to be told twice, you manoeuvre yourself over the gearstick, being extra careful as to not bump your head on the car's roof and send james into a laughing fit - something which had happened once or twice before. the moment you lower yourself into his lap, james' large hands come to rest on your hips as he grinds up into you, pressing his hard cock against your clothed core with a shaky groan.

you're thankful you chose some loose gym shorts to wear for the journey, wanting to be comfortable more than anything. turns out, not only are they comfy, they're incredibly easy to push aside, something james finds out as he slips his hand into your panties and collects your wetness on the pads of his fingers.

"y'gonna ride me, darling?" his voice is hoarse and low, lips parted as sounds of pleasure escape his throat. "so fuckin' wet for me already. c'mon, love. take what you want from me."

james' loud, low moan signals the moment you sink down onto him. your walls flutter around him at the sound, body desperate to keep him deep inside of you and have him fill you up so nicely.

the way he snaps his hips up to meet yours is almost primal. you're sure that there will be tiny bruises littering your hips thanks to the way james is gripping onto you, lifting you up and down on his cock as he throws his head back against the headrest.

"fuck, love, taking me so fuckin' well," he grunts, praise splintering off into another low moan as he administers a harsh slap to your ass. "look at you. always so pretty when you're all filled up."

paired with his thrusts, his words make you chant his name like a prayer as you chase your orgasm, a whined 'james' leaving your mouth every time your hips meet.

a sharp sensation of pleasure runs through you as james' thumb circles your clit, the sensation causing you to see stars as your mouth falls open. your thighs twitch as you come with a broken moan of his name, eyes rolling back slightly as you twitch and writhe on his cock. the sight of you coming undone causes james' hips to stutter, and he drops his head to rest against your chest as he fucks you through your orgasm.

you can feel his dick twitch inside of you, and with a gentle warning, james comes with a strained fuck, collapsing against you and holding you tight in his arms. content with your skin pressed against his, james makes no effort to pull out. instead, he takes full advantage of the fog outside and the steamed up windows of his car to keep you all to himself for just a while longer.

#.° ༘🦇⋆₊˚ෆ becca celebrates #.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #james potter #james potter smut #james potter x reader #james potter blurb

[kyurizeu]

Uncalled for— ‼️CHAPTER ONE‼️

(Pls someone teach me to use tumblr😭)

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Summary: u accidentally sent a text to Jake making the best accidentever.

Genre: ‼️, EVENTUAL FLUFF AND SMUT‼️

Wc:

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, hickeys, unprotected sex (use a condom fr), rude speaking and cursing, parises, more lmk if i missed smt!!

Pairing: Reader X Jake, maybe mentions of other pairs…

This is the unchecked version

I wrote this on a boat in 2 hrs😭

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Jake was your best friend Yeonjuns ”bro” and was in the same frat house as Him too, so you know him pretty well. Last Saturday you accidentally sent Jake a picture of yourself trying on a bikini at a store, because he had the same profile picture as your Bsf Hanni. He replied with “Y/N? Wtf” And instantly you realised that you sent it to Jake and your heart dropped to your stomach. Now… you have to face him again on monday, this will horrible since you two always walk to class in the morning cuz you both have 70 mins of math at 8:30 on mondays.

(Monday 5th of September 2022)

You wake up irritated by loud and obnoxious knocking at your bedroom door. You knew in your heart it was Soobin (your annoying ass brother). “FUCK OFF SOOBIN” you throw your teddy mr. hugs towards your door just in time for Soobin to open the door and get hit in the face with mr. hugs. “You idiot it’s already 7:46!!!” He opens ur curtains and tries to pull the blanket off of you. “Stopp…” you irritatedly bicker.

He suddenly stops to look at your neck and starts hitting your legs. “Y/N WHY DO YOU HAVE HICKEYS?! WHO ARE THEY FROM?!” He shook your half asleep body back to life.

“Gosh Soobin… i have no idea what your talking about. Let me go.” “NO Y/N YOU HAVE LIKE 8 HICKEYS ON YOUR NECK!” You only now realised what he said and you finally opened your eyes “wait WHAT?!” You instantly jump out of bed to look in the mirror only to see 8 purple and red marks on your neck. “I- who did this?! I can’t remember anything..” Soobin just got a laughter attack and you ran downstairs just to see Yeonjun in the Kitchen.

“Y/n you’re awake! I made u a sandwich cuz i know u slept too late. Wait what is on ur neck—“ you ran into the bathroom and quickly put your hair into a surprisingly cute bun covered you face and sadly neck with concealer and applied some lip oil and then ran back upstairs to your room only cor your delight Soobin was still laughing and had something in his hands.

“SOOBIN WHAT IS THAT?!” He flinched a little and ran away knowing you’d hit him if you felt like it. Soobin was holding your phone and as you looked at the locked screen, you saw all the messages you got last night. You were not in the mood to read group texts from your class about the party you apparently made out w someone random OR WORSE fucked last night at.

“Y/N LETS GO YEONJUN IS DRIVING ME TO SCHOOL RN HE CAN DROP U OFF TOO!!!” Soobin is seariously the most annoying man in this whole universe but atleast he’s a use sometimes getting u rides to school. “COMINGG!!”

You got into Yeonjuns car with his sandwich in your mouth. You three just sat in silence as the sound of ur chewing on your sandwich filled the car until Soobin opened his idiotic mouth: “So Y/n… who’s the hickey guy??” Yeonjun laughed in a teasing tone and you groaned. “Seariously i have no idea, i think i just made out with a random guy at yesterday’s party at Niki’s house..” they quickly glance at each other “oh so the party was at nikis house huh? Gotta ask him later today abt it…” Yeonjun sounded a little worried “huh why??” You knew they liked Niki because he was a part of their huge friend group of 12 but somehow they seemed to be suspicious about Niki.

“Niki knows hella lot of people and we weren’t at that party cuz we were at a bar 21+ w some of our bros but… Niki is just 18… i guess he just hosted his own party then.” You shrugged and ate your sandwich until the car stopped at your favourite cafe called belle vue.

“Alr bye y/n!” Soobin and yeonjun yelled in a duo. “Oh nah i’m not going here today… just drop me off with Soobin.” Yeonjun and Soobin furrowed their eyebrows a bit confused.. “aren’t you walking with Jake today? Don’t you two always get morning coffee and walk to school together?”

“Mmhm yeah nor anymore… dw tho it’s nothing important.” Soobin let out a sigh that sounded like he slipped the word “girl drama” out of his lips so you stepped on the back of his seatbelt and made him cough. “Okay no you’re getting all of us coffee or we leave you to walk here, its 8:16 so you’ll be late if u walk!” Soobin is such an arse.. “fine ugh, but u two ARE paying me back. and i SWEAR TO GOD if i see jake in there. I will throw ur coffees on this car.” You left into the cafe angrily. “Shes scary, but funny”

You stepped into the cafe and ordered the coffees and the thing you feared the most, ofc it happened. Jake, Jake sim was behind you in line to get coffee and when you turned to leave the cafe you accidentally made eye contact with him.

“Here are your coffees but be glad I didn’t pour them on the car Because SIM FUCKING JAK-”

“YO JAKE!! you want a ride to school? U’ll be late if u walk!” Yeonjun waved his hands through the car window aignaling Jake to come in the car. “Fuck” you sigh.

The ride to school was awkward. Jake, Yeonjun and Soobin were being just as annoying as usual but something was off with Jake. Jake seemed to look at you more than usual. Then all of the sudden Jake whispered: “I wonder how you got all those hickeys…” with a smirk.

You got really anxious and just whispered back: “i wish i remembered.” Which seemed to make Jake a bit annoyed.

Finally Yeonjun parked his car and you instantly saw your friend group waiting for u inside the building.

You walked to class with Jake but it was just quiet the whole time. It was a really awkward day on its own but finally your favourite part of the day, LUNCH!!!

(I’m using a different way of speaking lines i hope yall r ok w it just cuz theres many speakers!)

Hanni: “y/n you never told us what happened after you left the party to go upstairs!!!”

Chaewon: “yeah well i think your neck explains a lot…”

Y/n: “shut up… I actually can’t even remember who did this to me. I’m worried if i did more that just hickeys…”

Chaeryong: “GURL YOI DONT EVEN KNOW?!! IT WAS JAKE”

Y/n: “fuck no. FUCK NO.”

Kazuha: “wait don’t you like him though?”

Y/n: “i.. yeah i guess but something awkward happened on saturday and i didn’t know that we spoke after that and i also saw him today gosh it was SO awkward… WHAT HAVE I DONEE!?” You rub your eyes on your hands and bang your head against the table.

Danielle: “it’s fine dw well help you… but first, what happened on saturday?”

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You decided to call Jake on Wednesday because the atmosphere was so awkward around him the past couple days.

“Hey y/n?”

“H-hi Jake i just… wanted to chat a little if thats okay with you..?”

“Oh- i mean s-sure whats up?

“So i just kind of have to apologise.. i’ve been awkward with you for these couple of days because i… I don’t remember sunday at all and i don’t know what to say to you after the text.. thing.

“I can’t tell you over the phone y/n. I’m coming over”

He hung up the call and you instantly got ready for him.

In about 10 minutes he was at the door and as you walked downstairs you saw Soobin at the door talking to Jake and u quickly yanked Jake by his arm to your room.

“Explain.” You say as soon as the door shuts. “Y/n, i told you at that party that i loved the picture you sent me.”

“Y-you loved, It?” You began blushing. “Yes, you told me you had feelings for me. So… we made out… i’m sorry if you didn’t want to”

“Oh trust me i wanted to. I want even more.” He instantly looked at you, after a while you looked at his lips and he instantly leaned closer to you. You pulled him closer to you by his hoodie collar crashing your lips on his and he placed his delicate veiny hands behind your neck also pulling you closer to him. He pinned you on your bed and started sliding his hands all around your now sweating and hot body. You kept the deep never ending kiss going while you slid your soft hand into his hoodie touching his abs, making you blush even more. He started undressing you and himself as you catch your breath. Suddenly you’re not wearing anything but your matching underwear. He was wearing only his boxers but not for long.

He slid his hand in your panties to get you ready for him and he adored you as you whimpered already under his touch. “You’re so wet for me. Are you ready to take all of me in?” You mumble between moans: “yes Jake please.” “Oh but i don’t have a condom-“ “it’s fine i’m on the pill, just- fuck me Jake.”

He flipped you over to the doggy position ripping your panties off and he gave his cock a few strokes and already started lining himself up in your entrance. “You’re so wet already” As soon as his tip touched your pussy lips you started shivering and felt like heaven. He pushed his cock all the way in and you felt something you’ve never felt before, it was so deep inside of your cunt that it seemed like a reflex to moan as loud as you could. “You’re so tight Y/n, god you feel amazing though.” He placed his hands on your waist to guide you and started thrusting quicker by the second. You moaned like never before. You felt the familiar knot building up in your lower stomach. “J-Jake i-i’m gonna cum..” you managed to get out of your mouth between moans. “Oh no, not yet babe. He slowed down teasing you and after a minute or two he started quickening his pace again adding his fingers on your clit making you cry out in pleasure. “You’re taking me so well” he said while groaning making you sense that he’s close too. “I-I’m cumming Jake!!”

You came on his dick and almost immediately after he painted your walls white with his cum. “You did so well princess.” He caressed your cheeks and gave you a peck on the lips. You both fell onto the bed panting, he made sure you’re alright and he cleaned you twos mess. After all that you two kissed for a couple more minutes and chatted about what just happened… then suddenly-

Soobin just opened the door and gave you two a side eye “quiet down next time.” And left the door open.

You and Jake quickly looked at each other scared and you chuckled awkwardly.

Well great…

After a while you walked with him downstairs and as soon as he left you heard another door open. “CHOI Y/N WHAT WAS THAT?” Soobin ran downstairs to yell at you. “Are you seariously fucking jake?” You felt the atmosphere getting awkward. “Y-Yes i am i suppose…” “SINCE WHEN Y/N?!” He seemed to be a bit panicked… “well, since today…” “it was HELL listening to you, did you forget that I am at home or were you too cockdrunk?” “Did you use protection?!” “IS HE BLACKMAILING YOU?!” “Did he lose a bet-“ He kept asking so so many questions you couldn’t keep up. “Shut up dumbass, No, no, no, no. Can i just.. process what just happened..?” You’re walking upstairs to the shower while soobin is following your every step. “Okay. WAIT YOU DIDNT USE PROTECTION?! Y/N” he screamed after you locked the bathroom door. “I’ve got it under control bro chill out.” He left and you went into a hot steamy shower.

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CHAPTER 2 WILL BE WRITTEN IF YOU GUYS WANT IT SO LIKE THE POST PLS😘🫶

#jake smut #jake sim #enhypen smut #enhypen fanfiction

[saddlepunk]

Saddlepunk's Hittin' the Trail Fund

(or: im finally leaving my shitty house but Moving is Expensive)

HI HELLO i just dropped $750 on an apartment :'D i've got a better paying job and a delightful partner to split rent with and very soon ill have a car to drive (temporarily while i find one to buy), which should save me a couple hundred bucks a month on rides to work. I'm SO close to having my shit together and being just like. okay for a bit. but i'm hoping for a little help til then.

Move-in isn't until November 7th, and in the meantime I'm dropping a lot of money on move in day essentials mostly cookware/dishes/cutlery at this stage bc somehow all we own between us is cups plus some of the assorted set up fees for internet/power/etc. I'm trying to get it waived but i'm probably gonna have to eat at least $250 on a pet deposit for my cat as well.

Mostly i need help covering rides to/from work while i take care of the rest of this stuff. uber prices around here fluxtuate pretty wildly, and as of late its been ~$17 a ride which. hurts. i should have at least a borrowed car by move in day, but until then im cutting it close most paychecks with bills + rides + pre move in costs.

if youre able, my pp is mapletownmopdog(at)gmail(dot)com, or if you prefer to go through kofi its /snailpups. Even a couple dollars helps, or just passing this around if you can!

thank you ;w;/

#mutual aid #im gonna move and im not telling anyone in my family my address for at least six months #give my mom time to go through whatever shes gonna go through #i will be out of her immediate vicinity #ill be able to have friends over #ill be able to sleep in #goddamn it ill be allowed to get sick without feeling bad about it #a whole new world of possibilities awaits

[atinycafe]

LIME SORBET — ch 02 [g-wagon]

PROMPT; reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too.

FEAT; alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader, platonic!beta!maddox x reader (joong + san + woo focus)

IN THIS CHAPTER; reader has to share a ride w teez, stuck between san and woo, she tries not 2 suffocate

WRD COUNT; 2.2k

NOTES; joong is a dramaqueen, woo is touchy nd sani is a bby

TAGLIST; @marievllr-abg @cookiechristie ; lmk if you want 2 b added 2!

The trio of alpha companions stood in close proximity to the yawning trunk of the vehicle, their gaze fixated upon the back of the omega's head. Serene and patient, she awaited her place in the backseat, engrossed in conversation with Maddox as he ignited the engine. A somber twinkle danced in the depths of their eyes, signifying their solemnity as they prepared for what lay ahead.

"All right, rock-paper-scissors!" Hongjoong proclaimed, his hand forming a resolute fist. This was the sole manner in which they could determine who would have the privilege of sitting beside her. Convincing any one of them to surrender their place in favor of occupying the front seat was an insurmountable task.

Wooyoung and San mirrored his determined stance, poised to partake in the timeless game.

"On the count of three," Hongjoong intoned, his voice thick with anticipation. "One, two, three!"

The air crackled with the swift clash of hands, each alpha unveiling their chosen gesture. With scissors deftly slicing through Hongjoong's paper, San and Wooyoung reveled in their victory, their smiles radiating triumph. Meanwhile, Hongjoong's heart fragmented upon witnessing their exuberant high-five, leaving him defeated and crestfallen.

"Siuuu!" both Wooyoung and San exclaimed in unison, punctuating their triumph with raised fists, brimming with animated delight.

With the verdict reached, the inseparable pair eagerly claimed their positions on either side of the omega, nestling themselves comfortably in her midst. Wooyoung bestowed upon her a captivating smile, his eyes aglow with gentle warmth. "Looks like it's you and me, Omega. Buckle up for the ride."

Barely a moment passed before San playfully swatted Wooyoung's head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What do you mean 'you and me'?" he chided from the opposite side of the vehicle, leaning towards the omega to snatch Wooyoung's attention. "I'm right here too!~" Their teasing exchange filled the air, infusing the scene with an air of playful mirth.

The omega's cheeks flushed at the proximity, a swirling concoction of excitement and bashfulness enveloping her. Swiftly securing her seatbelt, she stole fleeting glances at both alphas, captivated by their presence.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung and San engaged in playful shoves and nudges, oblivious to the omega's heightened blush and the way she nestled herself inward, seeking solace within her own shell. Their lively interactions caused a lighthearted dance of pheromones within the confines of the car, a playful struggle for dominance.

Hongjoong, attuned to the surge of her anxiety, twisted in his seat to face the mischievous pair. His voice took on a commanding growl as he declared, "Settle down." The forceful tone left no room for doubt, conveying his seriousness to the alpha companions.

Upon hearing Hongjoong's authoritative growl, both Wooyoung and San immediately halted their playful antics, their expressions shifting to a mix of contrition and concern as they took in the hints of restlessness in her scent. They exchanged sheepish glances, realizing the unintended effect of their boisterous behavior.

"Shit sorry," Wooyoung stammered, his voice laced with genuine remorse. "We didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Are you okay?"

San nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with earnest apology. "Yeah, we got carried away. We didn't mean to invade your personal space like that."

"No, oh my God!" She swiftly waved her hands in front of her, her eyes gleaming with sincerity. "You guys didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I'm quite the fan of your group, and being in such close proximity to all of you is making me feel a bit overwhelmed. I don't want to do anything embarrassing. I don't really know where to put myself." With a soft awkward giggle, she delicately pressed her hands against her rosy cheeks, as if hoping to gently suppress the ever-present blush that adorned her face since the moment she laid eyes on the idols she'd been hoping to meet for the past two years.

The boys almost combust, she was way too cute. And to top it off, she was a fan of theirs? It was simply unbelievable. Ain't no way bruh.

San found himself fighting the urge to lean in and kiss her cheeks, desperate to be as close to her as possible. His face adorning now a blush of its own matching the pretty omega sitting next to him. His gaze sharpens softly, his eyes almost closing, making his gaze too attractive (reader's words not mine!) she had to look somewhere else. Her words had an intoxicating effect on Woo, rendering him speechless. Wooyoung, known for his quick wit and sharp tongue, could only stare at her with his mouth agape. It was a rare occurrence for him to be left without words. Yet, the other alphas in the car could hear his thoughts racing with adoration for just how adorable she was.

Hongjoong, who was seating away from her, silently thanked his divine providence. He knew that sitting next to her would be a test of his self-control. The desire to hold her in his lap and bury his face in the crook of her neck, where her scent glands resided, would be too strong to resist. He would content himself with clutching his thighs so firmly that the fabric of his jeans might strain and fray, unintentionally giving birth to a new trend.

"'Quite the fan,' huh? I'd say you're obsessed," Maddox's words sliced through the air, shattering the tension that had settled in the car like shards of glass. "You literally told me the only reason you auditioned to KQent was because of the KQfellaz show." Maddox, comfortably positioned in the driver's seat, cast a sly glance at her through the rearview mirror, unable to resist the temptation of disclosing her secret, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

"Moon, what the fuck!" the omega exclaimed, her voice hushed, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment.

Maddox chuckled, his mischievous grin refusing to be contained. "Oh come on, guys," he teased, diverting his attention to the alphas."You won't believe it. Our rookie here is an atiny. Like the whole package photocards, posters and shit"

San and Wooyoung turned their heads simultaneously, their eyes widening with a delightful blend of surprise and delight. While they had been taken aback by her being a fan, the revelation of her deep-rooted and longstanding dedication added an unexpected layer of connection, surpassing the boundaries of their mere mate link.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, the omega's shyness reached its peak, causing her to instinctively kick Kyungmoon's seatback, a momentary release of pent-up emotions. However, before she could register her action, Wooyoung's reflexes kicked in, his hand swiftly gripping her shin in a protective gesture. With a soft tsk, he uttered the endearing nickname, "Be careful, baby," as if it were a natural extension of their dynamic. His thumb tenderly caressed the top of her leg, leaving her bewildered by the intensity of his gentle touch. Puzzled, she wondered why he was focused on a part of her leg she hadn't even used to strike the car. What the fuck was he on, like— The enigma of his actions swirled in her mind, amplifying the impact of his tender gestures, making it a challenge to resist the melting sensations that threatened to engulf her.

I mean, Wooyoung was caressing her leg! What the fuck! The realization hit her like a sudden rush of adrenaline. As a fellow member of the same entertainment company, she had anticipated some level of interaction with the boys, but nothing could have prepared her for the intimacy she was experiencing now. The way Wooyoung's fingers delicately grazed her leg sent shivers down her spine, a sensation she couldn't quite explain. It wasn't just a friendly gesture between colleagues; it held a subtle, electrifying energy that made her heart race.

Caught between a mix of excitement and uncertainty, her mind raced with questions. Was this their usual behavior with fans, or was there something more behind Wooyoung's gentle touch? Did he even realize the effect he had on her? The conflicting thoughts swirled in her mind, creating a storm of emotions she struggled to contain.

"He's gonna be the death of me," she whispered inwardly, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and trepidation. Wooyoung's carefree personality was renowned within the group, always exuding an infectious energy and playful nature. But this newfound closeness, the tenderness of his touch, was driving her to the brink of insanity.

With every caress, it became increasingly difficult for her to ignore the growing attraction to him. The way he moved with such ease, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, sent a surge of warmth through her veins. It was as if he held the power to awaken a dormant part of her being, a part she had never dared to acknowledge before.

Lost in her thoughts, she allowed herself a stolen glance at Wooyoung, whose eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of something more. Was he aware of the effect he had on her? Did he feel the same inexplicable connection that had ignited within her soul? The uncertainty gnawed at her, simultaneously thrilling and terrifying her.

Not being able to hold eye contact any longer, her eyes shifted to his hands again. Only know noticing the intricate network of veins that traced their way across Wooyoung's hands and forearms. (i had 2 mention woo's veins at least once grr)

San, witnessing the tender exchange unfolding before his eyes, couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing him closer to her. With a surge of longing coursing through his veins, he reached out and gently captured her hand, their fingers intertwining seamlessly in a harmonious union. His touch, roughened by the challenges they faced as idols, delicately intertwined with her dainty, perfectly manicured fingers, creating an electric current that danced along his skin. The sensation ignited a wildfire of desire within him, a deep-seated longing to explore the depths of their connection.

A soft smile graced San's lips as he leaned in closer, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity. "Tell me more," he whispered, his voice tinged with a mixture of intrigue and mischievousness. "Who's your favourite one among us?", his dimples adding a touch of playfulness to his words.

"Oh it's—" Before Maddox could interject, his words were met with a low, but soft growl that rippled through the air. Her firm frown, paired with the intensity of her gaze directed at the driver, sent a clear message. She was a force to be reckoned with, a fierce protector of her own secrets, omega or not.

"Don't you fucking dare," she uttered, her eyes drilling into the back of Maddox's head.

Yet, even in her assertiveness, her inherent charm couldn't be concealed. Hongjoong, feeling his heart ache with a bittersweet longing, let himself succumb to the weight of his emotions. He closed his eyes, allowing his head to rest gently against the cool windowpane, seeking solace in the fragments of her presence that lingered within his thoughts (he's such a dramaqueen omg). The memory of her subtle growl, the way her eyebrows knitted together and her nose adorably scrunched up, etched itself into his mind, fueling his yearning to embrace her in a tender, everlasting bond.

She possessed an ethereal beauty, a delicate presence that captivated his attention. However, he understood the fragility of her position as a newcomer in the cutthroat entertainment industry. The challenges faced by solo artists to establish themselves in the realm of Korean Pop were immense, and he didn't want to add to her burden with his own alpha bullshit.

"Oh, come on, tell us~," Wooyoung playfully whined, his hand still firmly planted on her leg, inching up to rest on her knee. His eyes held a mischievous glimmer, conveying his genuine curiosity. "I promise I won't be mad if it's not me."

Her laughter bubbled up, a delightful melody that filled the car, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest. Her fingers delicately covered her mouth, inadvertently highlighting the curve of her lips and the way her eyes crinkled with mirth. The alphas found themselves enraptured by the sight, their gazes softening in response to her radiant joy.

With a soft smile, Wooyoung leaned in closer, his voice a mere whisper. "Just one hint," he urged, his anticipation palpable. He held his breath, waiting with bated longing for the words that would reveal her favourite among them.

She hummed playfully, her eyes flickering upwards as if considering his request. Her long lashes almost grazed her arched eyebrows, casting delicate shadows on the light blue eyeshadow adorning her eyelids. The air crackled with suspense as she granted him a single hint, her teasing nature adding an extra layer of intrigue.

Wooyoung nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on her. He awaited her words like a devoted pet, his loyalty and curiosity intertwined.

"He's pathetic" Hongjoong shared through his mind with a big smile on his face, his thoughts transmitting directly to San's mind.

San couldn't resist the urge to chime in, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "She's got him hooked," he added, recognizing the power she held over their hapless companion.

"It's not you." she smirked, the playful mischief dancing in her eyes.

Silence engulfed the car, the other occupants momentarily frozen, before a wave of laughter erupted from everyone except Wooyoung. The sound filled the space, a chorus of amusement and camaraderie, as they relished in the light-hearted banter and the unexpected twist she had delivered.

[next]

#lime sorbet #ateez #hongjoong #san #wooyoung #mingi #yeosang #seongwha #yunho #jongho #fluff #omegaverse #x reader #soulmate #reverse harem #poly

[dilf-whore]

my kind of girl (part 6)

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pairing: billy hargrove x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers!, fluff, angst, abuse, violence

summary: you grow closer and closer with the redhead you tutor… and maybe with her stepbrother too

A/N: alright part 6 up to the finale will be longer than the previous ones lol. let me know your thoughts! let me know if you want to be added to the taglist ❤️

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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The 3-4 days of Billy fixing your car became 3 weeks now, you never really ask why he’s taking so long thinking that there’s something seriously wrong with your car, it is old. And in those 3 weeks, you’ve become very close to the two, Max was like your sister and Billy was like your best friend. After teaching Max, you and Billy would hang out for a while at either their place or yours. You find comfort whenever you’re with them, especially with Billy - he’s your safe space. You were never lonely because of them.

And Billy made you feel things you couldn't explain.

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Max taps her pencil against the table, a palm on her forehead as she tries to solve a problem in her math homework. She then bounces her leg up and down, hoping the answer would suddenly come. “Need some help?” you ask, putting down your notepad. She quickly turns her head to you, “do you and Billy have a thing?” she blurts out. 

“W-what?, uhm n-no no, why?” you say, shaking your head aggressively. Max gives you suspicious look and shrugs, “I thought you guys had a thing ‘cause like he doesn't have a different girl each day and he’s always with you. So uhm yeah”

“Oh” was all you could say. There was a short awkward silence between you two, “uh, so about Math. How do I solve this?”.

After a stressful hour for Max, she finally got it and you wrapped up the session after. You both step out of her room and see Susan preparing the table for dinner, “I’m gonna go now Mrs. Hargrove” you shyly wave at the woman. “Stay safe on the way home alright? Oh and here’s the payment for this week” she replies, handing you the folded dollar bills. 

You open their front door and your eyes land on Billy who’s leaning on your car with a proud smile on his face. He pats on the roof of your car, “It’s good as new”. Your eyes grow wide and immediately run towards him, you wrap your arms around his neck - embracing him in a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, Billy! How can I repay you?” you exclaim. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him more, “no need to repay me, it’s all good”.

You give distance between you two, both your hands still on each other. “So uh, I gotta ask why did it take you 3 weeks? N-not like I’m complaining or anything”. He looks at you, “I like giving your rides so, I delayed the fixing for a bit” he shrugs playfully. 

“For a bit huh?” you joke.

You pull away and hop in your car. You give it a try and it starts perfectly, making you clap your hands in delight, “yes! you did so well, Billy. Thank you again”. 

“No problem, Y/N. Drive safely” he replies. You nod and head home, leaving Billy with a silly smile on his face - his heart pounding against his chest. He felt unnaturally warm and fuzzy inside from the sudden contact.

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Billy heads back inside and sit on his usual seat in the dining area. Susan settles down their food along with Max with the heavy pitcher of juice. As she approaches the table, her hand slips and drop the pitcher - the cold sticky beverage pouring on Neil. Her eyes grow wide in fear, “you stupid little piece of shit!” he shouts.

Susan rushes to her daughter’s side and help her clean up, “calm down, it was just-”

“It was just what?!” he asks furiously, raising his voice even more. Max furrows her eyebrows, “don’t talk to her like that!” she says. Neil slaps her across the cheek, causing her to fall down. 

Billy stands up, his chair scraping against the floor. “It was just a fucking accident!” he speaks up. Neil scoffs and approaches him, but before he could do anything, Neil’s fist was already on his face - pinning him against the wall. The man throws punches at him, he wasn’t planning on stopping - not until Susan pulls him away. “Stop it now! Please!”

Neil let’s go of his son and turns his attention to the woman, “get me a new shirt and help me clean this shit up” he says as he makes his way to the bathroom. Susan goes to their shared bedroom as fast as she could to grab a clean shirt.

Billy goes to Max and lifts her up, he puts his fingers on her chin and checks her red cheek. “You alright?” he asks, she nods but her teary eyes were saying otherwise. He pulls her into a quick hug and grabs her by the wrist, leaving their toxic household. He starts his car and drive somewhere where they would feel safe, even just for a while - and that was at yours.

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You were laying comfortably on your sofa, reading your favorite book when a knock on your door was heard. You approach the door and ask who it was, fear circulating through your body. “It’s us. Please open up” you sigh in relief as you hear the familiar voice. You open the door and see Billy with bruises and a busted lip and Max with a swollen red cheek. You immediately guess what had happen - from what Billy would tell you.

You motion them to head inside and you go to your kitchen to get some ice for Max. You settle her on your couch and give her something warm to drink. You look at Billy, “come with me in the bathroom, the first aid is there”

Billy sits on the toilet as you look through your first aid kit and get some disinfectant. “This will hurt” you say, dabbing the cotton ball on his lip. He winces in pain and you mutter a small ‘sorry’, you move up to his cheek and clean it up as well. “You didn't tell me it was this bad Billy” you say.

He didn't reply, eyes glued on the tiled floor. “We need to tell this to the authorities” you add. He immediately looks up and shook his head, you sigh and continue cleaning his cheek, “if it happens again, I’m gonna report it okay?”. He stays silent once more, staring at you.

Your breath hitches when he suddenly places his hand on yours, stopping you from cleaning. You look at Billy and a tear falls down his cheek, you wipe them with your thumb and pull him into a hug. He softly sobs into your stomach, your shirt getting wet by his tears. You run your fingers through his hair and rub his back with the other - comforting him. 

He gets his composure back and wipe away his tears, “sorry for bothering you Y/N, I don’t know where else to go. I just had to get us out of there, even for a while” 

“Hey, it’s okay. Please don’t apologize. You both can stay for the night,”

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[stalemateserial]

55

Their schedules were beginning to align closer. They were growing more accustomed to the temporal state of the station, the circadian disruption that was constant sunlight, zero nuance. Judith could hear Ruth coming to bed before she'd fully fallen asleep, and Ruth could still feel the linger of Judy when she woke up. Would it have always been that way, or was it because of their situation? Judith couldn't help but worry. She could have occupied her mind with the experiment, another observation of weightlessness on something they had only ever applied Earth physics to. It didn't matter. They would be replaced, their notes updated by scientists that understood more. Had a better chance. The opportunity to learn from mistakes.

You signed up for this.

Why not focus on the game? The board is opening up now, pieces need to be kept track of. The earlier the development, the better. Judith had always been reserved, thoughtful, the picture of what her society wouldn't disturb her for being. When she was aggressive in chess, she was called decisive, bold. When she was the same way in primary school, she was called to the headmaster's office.

This was supposed to be a place where no one could tell me how to behave.

But even if there were no one else, she'd do that all by herself, wouldn't she? The damage was well and done, after all. She'd develop her bishop early, she decided. Save her pawns.

"Bishop to G2."

"Oh. Oh!" There was going to be more time between moves now, more deliberation. Judith hoped Ruth would have a response when the experiment ended, but she kept thinking. Thirty minutes later, Ruth was looking out at the Earth when she finally announced "Pawn to D5".

"I'm glad you're putting up a fight now."

"It does give me something to think about."

Judith pauses, lets the conversation hang weightless in the air. Maybe mission control would like some notes about that, the effect of weightlessness on awkward silences. She's wracking her brains for something to say, but she can't think of anything. Everything sounds wrong, even now, when there's nothing else to lose.

"Do you think I'll be afraid right up until the end?"

"You're supposed to be afraid."

"I know, but I don't want to be."

"You can't stop being afraid by wanting to be. You have to accept your fear, not let it control your thoughts."

"Let's just talk, it'll help me feel better. Tell me a story about America."

"What kind of story?"

"I don't know, something from when you were a girl."

Ruth leans back, a challenge considering their environment, staring in the direction she'd consider up. "I told you I'm from New York?"

"Yes, and I said I wished I was from the original York instead of Surrey so I could make a little joke."

"Yeah, I remember that now. Well, when I was about nine years old, my younger brother and I took our bikes out from the suburbs to the heart of the city, where you can ride in-between cars since the traffic moves so slow. We'd heard there was an ice cream shop that gave out scoops for a dime on Sundays. We'd made it nearly all the way there when we bumped into this guy. He wasn't huge, but he was still bigger than two kids. We tried to apologize but he gave us this look like he was going to tan our hides into a belt. He starts yelling and screaming, kicking up a fuss, trying to snatch our bikes from us. Just when he's about to get his hands on them, this lady in a suit, had about an inch on the guy in her heels, screams at him that she's got a brick in her purse and she'll bash his head in if he doesn't leave those kids alone."

"My lord, you both must have been frightened."

"Jake and I knew he couldn't really do anything, although I did really like that bike. I was more impressed by the woman, though. She walked us the rest of the way there and sat with us while we ate our ice cream. She said she had a daughter around my age I'd probably get along with who could use some friends. I said I'd be delighted to meet her."

Ruth stopped speaking then, like it was where the story was meant to end. She kept staring up, a soft, easy smile on her face.

"Surely that can't be all there was to the story?"

"I don't have a lot of good stories, Judy. Tell me one tomorrow, and I'll tell a little more."

#web serial #queer writers

[ahatintimestorybook]

Fairy Forest Chap. 3- What You Need to Know About Fairies

The next chapter is up!

I worked on this chapter during a trip to Canada visiting family and friends. Mostly during the car rides or at the house we stayed at when it was quiet.

However, some side news…during traveling we went to this place with a lot of flowers and it got me ideas of what the fairy world would look like, so props to traveling for giving me the ideas needed to world-build!

Big thanks to my Betta Reader @gigilefache who is also a fan of fairies!

Enjoy!

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Vanessa squealed in delight as she kept snuggling on Luka. However, the latter was still in shock as this little fairy remembered him after all these years.

“It’s been forever! How have you been?” Vanessa asked.

“G-Good,” Luka replied, still shocked.

Vanessa finally let go of her friend and her expression changed from grateful to sadness. “W-Where have you been? I’ve waited for you for days! Months even! You never came back!” Vanessa cried.

Luka sighed. “I’m sorry Vanessa,” he apologized, “I did come back for a while, but I stopped coming for some reason. I just got busy with school, and…” He paused as he tried to remember why he stopped coming to see her, but something from his past kept him from remembering.

“And what?” Vanessa asked.

Luka shook his head as the memory hadn’t come back to him. “It’s nothing, all I remembered was trying to visit you when I started vacation. You didn’t show up and after that nothing,” he explained.

The fairies frowned and looked at one another, worried about Luka’s memories.

“Luka, do you remember anything?” Harriet asked.

Luka nodded. “Yeah, I do, it's just hard to talk about,” he replied.

The fairies still looked concerned, but Artemis gave a small smile as he put his hand on top of Luka’s. “It’s alright, just take your time,” he reassured the human.

Luka smiled. “Thank you,” he replied.

Artemis smiled and flew back to the crew.

“Okay, I already met some of you,” Luka started as he looked at Harriet, Brooke, and Vanessa before turning towards the other three fairies, “but I don’t know you three.”

Timmy chuckled as he did somersaults in the air. “That’s not too hard. I’m Timmy, a psychic fairy,” he said introducing himself. “I can manipulate things using my mind.”

“And I’m his mentor, Artemis. I’m a star fairy,” Artemis introduced himself.

“I’m Mu and I’m a Summer Fairy,” Mu introduced herself. “Vanessa is my sister."

"Well it's glad to finally meet you. I seem to recall Vanessa mentioning you before," Luka replied.

Mu smiled as her wings fluttered in joy.

“Just in case you need to know about us,” Brooke added, “I’m an animal fairy and I can speak to the animals.”

Harriet looked nervous, but Luka was staring at her waiting for her to reply about what kind of fairy powers she had. “Unfortunately, I don’t know what kind of power I have yet. I’m still in training,” she answered truthfully.

“You see,” Vanessa started as she flew next to her student, “it’s my duty to train her till she finds out her true power.”

“I see,” Luka replied.

Vanessa nodded before letting out a yawn still tired from her journey from the forest to here. Soon the rest of the fairies started to feel tired.

Luka chuckled. “Looks like you guys are tired.” He said.

Brooke yawned as she nodded, rubbing her eyes.

Luka got up and put two pillows and a small hand towel as a makeshift bed for the fairies. “Alright, I made you guys a makeshift bed. I’ll make something better for you later tonight.”

Tiredly, the fairies floated to the makeshift bed and one by one tucked in and shut their eyes.

Once asleep, Luka was able to grasp what was going on. He has fairies living in his house! Most people would be freaking out right about now! Plus how long will they be living with him? He hoped it wouldn’t be a distraction to his studies in college.

As Luka was still thinking about his situation, his phone started to ring. He quickly answered but not before checking on the fairies seeing they were still asleep.

Luka sighed in relief and answered the phone. “Hello.”

“Hey, Luka!”

Luka smiled, “Willow! What’s up?” He asked.

“Great! Just back from my trip and decided to call and see what you were up to.” Willow replied.

“Uh…” Luka trailed off as he stared at the sleeping fairies. His mind warned him not to mention anything about the fairies to his long-time best friend. “I just got back from college classes, and relaxed.”

Willow chuckled, “great!” She beamed. “Hey why don’t you come over for some tea and we could talk and catch up!”

Luka thought hard, but if the fairies were asleep it wouldn’t hurt for him to go visit his friend for a bit and come back. “Sure. I’ll be there soon.” He replied.

“Cool! See you then!” Willow replied before hanging up.

Luka sighed and sat there for a bit before getting up and getting undressed from the clothes he wore and changing into something a bit more comfortable.

Luka came out of his room and was ready to leave the apartment.

“Where are you going?” Harriet asked.

Luka screamed in surprise seeing the fairies had awoken. “Uh…a friend invited me to visit them. It won’t be long.” Luka told them.

“Can we come please!” Harriet begged, fluttering in front of Luka.

“S-sorry. It is best if you just stay-“ Luka was cut off seeing the fairies give him the biggest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen. Luka groaned, “alright you can come, but please stay hidden so she doesn’t see you.”

The fairies cheered and went into Luka’s backpack. Luka sighed, “Why is this my life now!” He thought to himself.

The walk to Willow’s house wasn’t too far, but luckily no one noticed Luka’s bag making noise during the walk to Willow’s house.

Once there, the fairies quickly came out of Luka’s bag as they smelt the flowers from Willow’s house. They were also impressed with how big and beautiful Willow’s place was.

“I didn’t know your friend lived somewhere so magical!” Brooke beamed as she smelt the bluebells.

“Well, she’s a florist. She plants pretty flowers like this.” Luka answered.

“Luka! Look!” Vanessa shouted.

Luka walked towards her and saw Vanessa smelling white and lilac flowers. He then saw a smaller white flower and picked it before putting it on Vanessa’s hair.

Vanessa blushed and was nervous about giving Luka another kiss. She fluttered up to his face and wanted to kiss him, but she stopped herself.

“Thank you.” Vanessa squeaked.

“You’re welcome!” Luka replied.

“Luka!”

Luka and Vanessa looked up to see a young girl around Luka’s age with bright red hair tied into a braid, bright green eyes, and wore a light blue shirt and brown pants stained with dirt from gardening.

“Hey, Willow!” Luka beamed.

Willow smiled and waved to her friend before walking towards her best friend and hugging him.

Luka chuckled and hugged his best friend back.

“I see you bought some friends with you,” Willow said.

Luka’s eyes widened confused till he turned to see the fairies, who were also surprised that they were able to be seen as well. It came to Luka that the fairies came with him and he forgot all about it.

“Y-you can see them!” Luka exclaimed.

Willow nodded. “You can see fairies too?” She asked.

Luka nodded in reply as well.

Willow looked around and hurried Luka and the fairies inside her house to be safe.

Once inside, Willow made tea for her and Luka as well as laid out a plate of snacks for them. The fairies also got a small cup of tea as well.

“Wow! Thank you!” Harriet beamed.

“Anytime,” Willow replied. She walked back to sit down across from Luka.

Luka was taking a sip of his tea and looked up at his friend staring at him. “Everything okay?” Luka asked.

“Everything is fine, but I’m just waiting for you to tell me how you know about fairies?” Willow wondered.

Luka sighed, putting down his cup. “Well when I was young I met Vanessa in the woods and we spent time together till I continued with school, and we just stopped meeting up,” Luka explained with the memories he had.

“I see,” Willow replied.

“If you want to know,” Vanessa spoke up. “I was in trouble and Luka helped me out.”

“That explains it,” Willow replied, snapping her fingers.

“Explain what?” Luka asked.

“Fairies usually appear to children, however, if that child helps them and has a good heart they’ll be able to see fairies,” Willow explained.

Luka fully understood why he was able to see the rest of Vanessa’s friends.

However, one question remains…

“So how are you able to see them too?” Luka asked.

“Same as you, but my family has been able to see fairies since my great-great grandma built this garden,” Willow explained. “You could say it’s a family secret.”

Luka nodded understanding everything now. The two sat and drank their tea in silence.

Vanessa tried to drink her tea and looked at the two humans back and forth. She sensed something about the two being together and she didn’t like it.

Not liking the silence either and seeing the fairies might be living with him for a while. “So is there anything I should know about fairies,” Luka asked.

“A lot,” Willow replied. “To start with, you and I are the only ones who can see fairies.”

Luka sighed in relief knowing anyone else wouldn’t see the fairies.

“Also, fairies can’t be alone so they’ll have to be with you or they can stay in my garden,” Willow explained.

Luka groaned knowing he couldn’t just leave them at home. What’s the worst that could happen if he left them home while they were sleeping and just left a note?

“Alright. Anything else?” Luka asked.

“At the moment, no. I gave you the basics, but if anything happens feel free to call me and I might have info that could help you.” Willow answered.

Luka smiled. “Thanks, Willow.”

Willow smiled and the two continued drinking their tea in peace.

As they did, Vanessa felt a bit of jealousy seeing the two get all close together. Artemis took notice and a smirk appeared on his face, “oooh, looks like someone is jealous!” Artemis shouted.

Vanessa’s face turned red as her fairy friends laughed. “Artemis shut up!” She yelled.

“Come on Van! I sense it in you, you’re jealous!” Artemis teased.

“I am not!”

The fairies continued to laugh, and soon enough Willow and Luka started to laugh too.

Vanessa heard her human friend laugh and felt hurt seeing him laugh at her.

Luka took notice of her pain and stopped laughing, using his finger to pet her head for comfort.

After the nice afternoon, Luka and the fairies were making their way home. Vanessa was already calm from earlier and now was relaxing on Luka’s shoulder. During the walk home, Luka was looking through the window of the stores that were open and smiled seeing what he was looking for.

“Alright, you guys stay here real quick.” Luka said.

Vanessa removed herself from Luka as he walked into the store.

The fairies looked through the window and saw Luka buying a dollhouse and having an awkward conversation with the worker.

“Who’s this lovely dollhouse for?” The old man asked.

“My niece,” Luka lied.

The old man chuckled as Luka bought the dollhouse. The old man put the dollhouse in a pink and white polka dot bag and sent Luka on his way. Once Luka was out of the store he looked around before speaking with the fairies. “Got you guys a present.” He told them.

“What did you get us?" Mu asked.

“I saw it was a little house!” Timmy exclaimed.

“Correct!” Luka exclaimed.

When the group arrived at Luka's home, he put the dollhouse up on a shelf in his room.

“Figured since you guys will be staying here I might as well get a small doll house so you can stay in.” Luka explained.

“Can we decorate it?” Harriet asked.

Luka nodded. “Of course. Let me know so I can help.”

Harriet squealed as she chose her room that she would stay in.

Vanessa flew by and smiled at Luka. “T-thank you for all this Luka.”

“Anything for you and your friends, Vanessa.” Luka replied.

Vanessa smiled and flew into her new room.

Luka smiled and looked at the spare notebooks he had on his desk and grabbed one as well as a pen and started to write.

My Daily Journal: About Fairies!

#ahit au #hat kid #ahit the prince #queen vanessa #mustache girl #ahit fanfic #bow kid #ahit moonjumper #Fairy Forest AU #Fairy Forest #ahit the florist #ahit Timmy #Fairy au

[footloose-travel]

50 Shades of Green

        As much as I love the desert and being in Arizona in the winter, by early spring I was really ready for some more green. I missed the lushness of the areas that come to life in the springtime, the flowering fruit trees and of course the flowers. We encountered lots of rain as we headed east and the humidity felt at times like a curtain you were trying to make your way through. Once it began feeling like a shroud you knew it was time to get indoors and crank up the AC. The best part about these climates though was the copious variation of the shades of green we saw in each different area. The saturated green after a fresh rain combined with the dark green of the pines, the yellow green of the wheat fields and the whitish green of the plants lining the country roads are stunning. We decided to try and count the different green colors we saw which led us to look up how many shades of green there are. Turns out there are 295 shades of green! I suspect there are more; these are just the ones that have been identified and named. Being immersed in green is good for the soul.         Exploring Tennessee was definitely a good idea and after Memphis we moved around the state to see what we could see. Shiloh National Military Park was quite an historical lesson where we learned the whole grisly story of the Battle of Shiloh during the Civil War, where there were 23,746 casualties in 2 days of battle. We visited the Andrew Jackson Hermitage for more history I did not know and walked the beautiful grounds that covered several acres. We ended up getting stuck for about a week for truck repairs, but made good use of the time where we were fortunately at a nice campground. We were out in the back country and had to have someone drive us 40 minutes to a place where we could rent a car, and that gave us the freedom to move about. The West Tennessee drop zone was about an hour away, it was the weekend and the weather was good so we went. We met lots of nice people and John got a few jumps in with some newer jumpers that enjoyed getting some helpful instruction from him. I brought a copy of my book and ended up selling 2 of them on the spot. I’m learning how to talk about it more succinctly and delighted to find people really are interested, and enjoy getting a signed copy from the author (me!).         Moving towards Nashville we wandered through the Cheekwood Botanical Gardens, and then toured Ruby Falls which has a 145 foot tall underground waterfall inside a limestone cavern in Lookout Mountain. There are some interesting formations in the cavern and the waterfall was impressive, but they had all these colored lights that took away from the natural beauty, and they rushed us through since there were so many others waiting. From the cavern we went to a small trail head that took you to Sunset Point. It was a bit of a climb down and then back up, but was good for me to stretch my muscles and work my footing to feel I’m getting some strength back after the foot surgery.         We really liked the museum guide at the American Museum of Science and Energy in Oakridge, and ended up talking with him for awhile. He was a retired teacher and was interested in getting my book as well. We moved on to the Museum of Appalachia set on several acres of grounds and toured the restored village. The Lost Sea Adventure was another cave system but somewhat different. It starts with a guided tour of the caverns that involves a 3/4 mile round trip walk on wide sloping (sometimes slippery) pathways. The guide is talking the whole time about the geological formations and the pace is a little slower than Ruby Falls caverns. At the bottom of the cave we took a boat ride on “The Lost Sea” that is an underground lake they stock with Rainbow Trout. That was the best part. The Great Smoky Mountain National Park was next and it is stunning. We’ve been through forests all over the world and each area is unique. This one had many hiking trails and covers a large area. It rained intermittently when we were there but we managed to have some sunshine times and the rain really wasn’t a deterrent. One of my favorite things was to drive slowly through admiring the calming, enveloping forest with their dense canopy of lush branches that felt like cocooning through a cool tunnel.         We left Tennessee and spent a few days at our friend’s house in FL, then headed north to St. Augustine. We enjoyed the historic town and visited the sites including the fort and the lighthouse. We stayed at a campground just outside of town and ended up selling 5 of my books during the time we spent in St. Augustine. The combination of traveling with John, and the excitement of people wanting to read my book is intoxicating. We continue to travel north, so stay tuned.         For all the photos see John and Charlotte’s flickr sites. Just click on either of our names.

#World tour #Tennessee #Nashville #Ruby Falls #geological formations #cave #caverns #Cheekwood Botanical Gardens #waterfalls #Great Smoky Mountains National Park #Arizona #Florida #green #colors #civil war #Shiloh #Memphis #National Military Park #book #author #signings #Obscure Felicity #Oak Ridge #American Museum of Science and Energy #Sunset Point #Museum of Appalachia #The Lost Sea Adventure #St. Augustine #castle #fort

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

hc masterlist

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[pinkmirth]

-DINNER WITH EREN JAEGER

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《𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰/𝐬𝗺𝐮𝐭 + 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 + 𝗺𝗼𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔 + 𝟏𝟗 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝗼𝐥𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 + 𝐭𝐰: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 + 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝗼𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐜𝐡》

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Maybe Eren shouldn’t have said such things. Maybe, just maybe, he took this a little too far. Because now, due to his relentless teasing, you were making the car rock within the all too small proximity of a parking zone, bouncing on his dick without remorse.

“W-was just kidding—!” His wail came out breathy and warbled, as though he was pleading with you, but just wasn’t sure whether he should’ve been telling you ‘dont fucking stop’, or not.

The sidewalks were littered in brooding streetlamps, lights shining a pretty pink for the sake of Valentine’s Day.

The pair of you were merely waiting outside of a renowned restaurant, sitting in the comfort of Eren’s vehicle to kill the time until your reservation was acknowledged. Though, someone decided it would be a good idea to whisper careless little nothings into your ear, without knowing how much you truly yearned for him throughout the day.

Eren’s mindless teasing was simply your breaking point. You were bound to get what you wanted, whether it was by the time you got home or right in this moment, sliding down his length and panting like a bitch in heat.

“Fuck, Calm down, [Y/N], you’re rocking the fuckin’ car—”

“I thought you said you wanted me to ride you? To fuck you in the driver’s seat..” you merely giggled in reply, eliciting a pitchy moan right beside his ear— which had only caused his cock to throb more than it already was, his twitching length pulsing with every clenching motion of your spongy walls.

Your boyfriend was bound to lose his mind; with the way your hands mangled into his black locks, gripping at it fervently and ruining his neat low bun. How you were fucking yourself on him, slamming your ass down along his girthy dick before purposely leaning towards his ears, letting the sweetest, prettiest moan ripple past your throat to his delight. How you practically sucked him in further with your essence-dripping core, the walls of your pussy taking him all too well, stretching out just for him, convulsing around him with fervor.

The dark haired male utterly loved every risky second of it, from the moment you shimmied out of the restraint of your clothes up until now, bouncing all too prettily upon Eren for him to handle. It was too new for him, the whole experience.

Eren was all for asserting his dominance; judging by how he’d practically rather die than show the slightest hint of submission. Though, being with you had made him finally realize; it was a good thing to let people take care of him. It was a rather effective tactic, he thought. He treats you to a romantic dinner out in the city, filled with giggles and playing footsies underneath the table, and taste-testing exotic foods with names that were rather too long.

In return, you fuck him stupid. The concept was new, yet pleasant.

“Am I makin’ you feel good, babe? Hm?” You taunt him with a grin, gazing upon his flushed face through lidded eyes, abruptly deciding to swirl your hips, your slick drenching his cock and inner thighs. “Fuck yeah,” Eren groaned aloud, head thrown back as jumbles of grunts and profanities slipped past his lips.

He then took hold of your hips, ardently gripping at them with phantom-white knuckles, altering your pace while grinding you against him with the power of his large palms. “I did tell you to fuck me in the car,” he panted aloud through his agape mouth, humming sighfully once you placed your forehead against his, your tightness sinking along his girth with every movement of his hands upon your waist.

“But didn't I say to take it nice and slow..?”

You only mewl in reply, clawing at Eren’s shoulders once he rolls his hips up, prominent cockhead nudging against your cervix. Your lack of a verbal response eventually spurs him on, an abrupt smack landing on the meat of your ass, causing you to elicit the prettiest whimper.

“Moan for me,” he rasped along your earlobe, unleashing yet another sharp hit of his large palm against your spank-stung bottom. “E-Eren—!”

“Louder.” he groans, shifting lower into his seat as he repositioned himself, thrusting up and beginning to jackhammer himself into your squelching cunt. Your wracked sobs did none but make him grin satisfiedly, bucking his hips and prodding at all your sweet spots with the utmost expertise. Sure, you'd caught Eren off guard at first, but it was all too easy for him to turn the tables on you; he just knew your body too well.

“Fuckk, Eren,” you cry out to him, attempting to bounce yourself along his thickness once more. He aided your ministrations, slamming you down, then sliding you up with such an anticipating pace, your core dribbling it’s essence along the underside of his dick before he hurled you back down once again, doing so with a shaky moan.

“That’s it, bounce on my fucking cock,” Eren mused in reply to your sensual whimpers, the pads of his fingers digging into the curve of your waist, before trailing down to knead at your fleshy ass, beads of sweat running down his defined, aglowing face.

“—Parking slot number 37. Reservation for E. Jaeger,” By the second his name is mentioned, you and Eren freeze, bodies twitching in anticipated release, the subtle, pleasureful pulsing of your cunt sending him on edge.

“Shh, baby, quiet,” he murmurs, bringing his fingers up to your panting mouth. His prodding digits eventually slip past and rest upon your salivating tongue, your lips wrapping around his nimble fingers to muffle any and all moans.

“Eren? Eron? Erin Yaegar? Am I even saying the name right..?” Said employee questioned themself amidst the repetitive calls of your boyfriend’s name, who was now rolling his hips up painfully slowly, breath hitching with every sensational ministration.

“If you wanna cum, you've gotta keep it down, princess,” Eren warned breathily, pulling your body flush against his as he continued to thrust, deeply and gradually, until the tight, knotlike pressure in your gut abruptly snapped with the way his cockhead pressed along your walls, now squeezing along his shaft fervently, your broken whines vibrating onto his fingers.

“Holy fuck, baby, I'm cumming—” Eren then reverts his hips back, slipping out his throbbing cock merely seconds before white spurts of his warm cum seep out of his tip and onto his slim, defined abdomen, lowly groaning all the while.

“Damn, look what you got us into..” his supposed scolding comes out as a whispered chuckle, arms wrapping around your waist as you snuggled up to him, your head resting upon his rising and falling chest.

“So, baby,” Eren speaks up once more, finally acknowledging yours and his past due reservation, “You hungry?”

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Thread the Needle | Yoga!Din

Pairing: Modern!Din x Yoga Instructor!Reader

Rating: Explicit (minors, goodbye)

Word count: 3.5k~

Warnings/tags: Yoga!Din (yes, he gets his own warning), hurt/comfort, language, smut, good ol' fashioned cunnilingus, piv

Notes: ✨ HI FRIENDS ✨ Yoga!Din rides again. This idea has been stewing (pun intended, you'll get it later) in my dumb brain for a while now and I've finally decided to write it. Technically, this takes place a little farther into the future (perhaps when the pair is more of an item, and less of a fuckbuddy fling, but thorough plot? We don’t know her). Anyways, enjoy! Cheers x

He doesn’t mean to be dramatic, but it’s the most agonizing sixty minutes of his goddamn life.

He’s seated on his mat, legs folded into a fucking pretzel—lotus pose, a calm voice inside his head corrects—and he’s steaming.

She isn’t here.

He is—Din, for all his faults, showed the fuck up to class but she didn’t, and in her place there’s some smelly old bat, this woman’s wrinkly ass – sits bones – plunked down at the front of the studio— occupying her spot, where she should be.

His eyes stalk the movements of this other woman as she putters around the studio—the godawful stench of something earthy wafting behind her— and it looks wrong. It feels wrong; like a violation somehow—of the space.

Of their space.

“The light in me recognizes the light in you,” they all utter in unison like a fucking hippie cult, and he books it out of there, swiping his mat up with an aggressive slap and rolling it under his arm.

“Hey,” he calls out, pacing towards the front desk. The receptionist— Riley? Kylie? Din can never remember—glances up from her phone, bright eyed.

Poor thing.

“Who the fuck is that?” He jabs his thumb over his shoulder towards the studio, the gaggle of ladies trickling out of it already gossiping and clucking away. Din doesn’t mean to sound accusatory; he doesn’t mean to be this intense. It’s not this girl’s fault, he knows that— but she’s in proximity and she’s shit out of luck.

“M’sorry?” she sputters, blinking up at him.

Breathe, that same voice coos—he can feel the tickle of it behind his ear.

“Our usual Wednesday instructor,” Din begins again, clipped. “Where is she?”

“Oh," she shrugs, "she called in sick.”

With a furrowed brow he pitches forward, craning over the desk. “Is she okay?”

The girl— Miley? —all but flinches back from him, a quizzical expression wormed onto her. “Uhm, yeah she has the flu—nasty one, too, but she’ll probably be back by ne-"

Din doesn’t linger long enough for her to finish. He’s wheeled around, striding from the building, the tinny chime of the bell ringing out as the door creaks closed behind him. The women exchange waggling glances in his wake, tittering in mouthwatering delight—more juicy fodder for their post-yoga soiree.

///

He doesn’t remember driving there. He made a quick stop to the grocery store— their grocery store, now— to pick up what he needed and before he knows it, he’s at her front door, bringing his fist down upon it in hard raps.

He hears movement—can sense it there, can practically imagine it: her lithe body tip toeing over— no, she’s got the flu, maybe it’s more of a shuffle—and peeking through the peephole. There’s a weighty pause and then—

The slow, dubious clicks of unbolting locks, the turning of a handle, the yawn of the wood as it opens.

Her voice is made small with disbelief and exhaustion. “Din?”

“Can I come in?”

She cracks the door ajar, standing in the frame of it now, a thick blue comforter slung over an arm, and she can’t quite mask the stupefied look etched onto her face.

He’s never done this. She’s never done this. He’s been to her place twice—three times, if he counts them fucking in the car in her driveway—and he’s certainly never showed up unannounced.

“Uhm, I-”

“Great.”

Din pushes past her, plastic bag swinging heavy at his side.

“W-What?”

She’s left gaping, mouth and eyes opened incredulously, ogling the way he struts through her entryway, before finally having the wherewithal to close the door. “Hey, what are you-”

“You need to keep your fluids up,” he says roughly—as if it’s obvious—making a beeline towards the kitchen.

She follows after him, bunching the throw snuggly around her shoulders. “Din,” she utters feebly, “I really don’t think you should be here right now.”

He doesn’t respond.

“Please, I don’t wanna get you sick."

He thunks the bag onto the granite countertop, producing two cans.

She doesn’t know why she bothers, it’s not like he’s listening to her anyways. If she’s learned anything about Din Djarin, it’s that he’s nothing if not stubborn—impossibly immovable. He’s tossed his jacket off, slinging it over the island, a determined glint in his eye as he prowls around the kitchen, opening cupboards at random.

“Seriously, I don’t want you catching this. I feel like shit… Oh my god, I look like shit,” she groans in realization, burying her head in the blanket, hermitting herself away.

“You look fine,” he replies gruffly, delving through the drawers in search of a can opener.

Frumpy sweats and a baggy t-shirt with some faded logo on it that’s absolutely hanging off her. Hair tossed up and sloppy, coiled into a loose bun, errant pieces rebelling every which way. A little pale, maybe. Tired eyes. Messy.

Beautiful, he meant. She looks fucking irritatingly beautiful.

Din continues to rifle through her cabinets and he exhales in frustration, “Jesus, where do you keep your pans?”

“Bottom right,” she points begrudgingly.

He grunts, finding one big enough and sets it down on the stove.

She can’t stop fussing over him; making comments here and there, asking if he wants anything, needs anything—water, kombucha, tea, a beer, a snack—if she can help in any way possible—and it nearly sends him over the damn edge.

“Would you quit it and just let me take care of you?” he grits out, and her mouth clamps shut with a pop.

She’s quiet after that, picking anxiously at a thread poking out from the blanket she wears like a shawl—observing as he empties the cans into a large pot, lights the gas stove, and brings it to a boil. She gives him space, stationing herself by the kitchen table, leaning a hip into one of the four chairs there.

Honestly she does try to keep to herself; she tries to accept what Din is doing for her, but she can’t help it. As soon as she sees him ladling the soup into one of her favorite cups—it looks so tiny in his grasp— and bringing it over to her like a goddamn patron saint, she breaks.

“You really didn’t have to do all this.”

“Yeah well, you need to get healthy so you can take your class back from that fucking fossil.”

“Din,” she admonishes.

“Baby,” he gives her a pointed look and she gnaws at the inside of her cheek, a blush blotting her clavicle. “She fucking smells. Now sit your pretty little ass down-”

“But-”

He presses a hand to her shoulder, forcing her to sink into the chair with a soft oomf, and places the bowl in front of her. “Don’t fight me on this. Drink the fucking soup.”

She huffs, glancing down, and then back up to Din.

“Progresso?”

He grunts.

She blows at the steam rising from the hot liquid. “Chicken noodle?”

Din crosses his arms over his chest and plops back onto the island.

“Classic,” she praises, mumbling into it.

She loathes to admit it, but the first sip tastes like heaven. It soothes her raw vocal chords, worn hoarse from nights of coughing, and seeps deep to warm her cold bones.

Din remains mute through the whole affair, staring owlishly as she spoons it down, slurp for slurp, until he’s satisfied she’s finished. When she does, she arches an eye brow at him— mouth pressing into a thin line. Happy now?

He tips his head and pads over to her.

“Wait, no you don’t have to-" He swipes it from the table, the spoon clanking against the ceramic rim. Din moves to the sink and she groans.

“Just leave it,” she whines, but he ignores her—stubborn stubborn stubborn— he’s already got soap on the sponge and the water running. Again, she huffs and rises to her feet, hem of the blanket trailing behind her.

“Thank you,” she gives in a hushed tone.

It’s so strange— being taken care of in her own place. She doesn’t know what to do, where to go. It’s ill-fitting, foreign, and she can only hover there, buzzing like a pesky insect beside him.

He’s wiping the dish off with a towel when he chances a peek back at her, practically stuttering when he does.

She’s swaddled in that fucking quilt, awkward and impossibly sincere and precious just standing there—watching him play house in her home. A brush of color has sprung up on her cheeks—more light in her eyes, too—and Din, try as he might, can’t pry himself off her.

She’s sick—she’s sick and gorgeous and he wants her. He wants her to feel better, he wants to fuck her, he wants to hold her. He’s overcome with it.

He swallows.

Fuck.

He abandons the bowl and rag in the drying rack and turns to her, her eyes widening, glassy and bloodshot, as he tucks a stray hair behind her ear— knuckles trailing down her jaw.

“Din…”

Her tongue skips over her lip—mocking him—damp and full and begging to be taken by his own, and her breath catches as he drags a thumb across that plump flesh, enrapt with the way her mouth parts so effortlessly for him—so fucking supple. Din’s gut twists and his blood thickens in his veins—the air between them rippling with something velvet and carnal.

He takes a step towards her. Her throat bobs.

“You’re gonna get sick,” she pouts in protest, rutting her palm into his chest, but there’s no fight in it. The blanket slips from her shoulders, hitting the ground with a dulled splat.

“Din,” she tries again, “I don’t want you to-"

He leans in, cradling her cheek, murmurs fanning over her face. “I’ll risk it.”

And he dissolves the gap, sealing her mouth with his in a tender kiss. It’s almost chaste at first, how they rove tentative and unhurried over each other—an innocent exploration— all until his tongue darts out to touch along her lip and she whimpers into him, letting Din dip into the dark cavern of her mouth. She tastes warm, like comfort and broth and rainy days, and he sighs as she brings her hands up to weave into his hair.

Neither of them fight for dominance like this—their tangle of soft sounds is perfectly balanced— Hatha; effort and ease, breath and body. He pushes, she relents—she surges forward, Din bends. They dance like this, slow as tar, until she catches his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs.

It’s like a switch has been flipped.

He seethes, inhaling sharply as his hands slide possessive and greedy down her body, grabbing fistfuls of her waist hidden under all the oversized layers, and crushing her into him. She’s making these airy noises, panting and urgent and fuck if it doesn’t tear him apart—viscerally, from the inside out.

Din walks her backwards, step for choreographed step, foxtrotting until she bumps into the kitchen table. He breaks away from the kiss to reach past her, frantically pushing away the unopened mail and receipts and loose change, the jingling of her keys cutting through the wanton quiet as they clang onto the tile, and he hitches her up to sit there with one fell swoop.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he husks, inbetween the bites he’s searing onto her neck. “Please, just lie back for me sweet girl.”

“Din, I-“

He silences her with a nibble to her ear, coaxing a breathy yelp out of her. “Lie back, baby.”

It doesn’t take much convincing after that. She acquiesces, Din’s wide palm splayed on her breasts, guiding her to recline back onto the table. He makes speedy work of her sweatpants, yanking them down her legs and flinging them off to land in a crumpled heap.

He sinks to his knees, pulling the cradle of her hips to the edge of the table before parting her thighs. The gloss of her cunt, wet and glistening for him, makes his hardening cock jump up to his stomach, and she twitches as soon as the cool air brushes against her.

“Fuck me,” he groans, whispering into her heat like he’s pained, like the sight alone is torturing him—like it’s slowly but surely ending his fucking life.

Din breathes her in with a sigh, that summer fruit tang— the scent of her aching and pulsing for him— and he starts tracing up and down her inner thigh with his tongue and teeth, nibbling along the path there until he’s at her apex. He’s dimpling her pliant skin with his calloused fingertips, strong hands wrapped under her knees, keeping them splayed as he kisses along her outer lips, nipping at her hip bones, teasing everywhere but where she needs him most.

It’s devastating—debilitating—and she’s shaking now. Every muscle, every fiber of her, convulsing with anticipation—with the promise of being dissected, of being torn apart and stitched back together again. She’s already got a hand covering her mouth, muffling the sobs he’s drawing out as he toys with her— playing her like a fucking fiddle.

Din’s eyes flit up to find her like this, brow pinched tight and cries stifled, and he chuckles— he fucking laughs— heady and ambered into her legs.

“You doin’ alright up there, teach?”

“F-Fuck you,” she hisses out with a weak whine.

God, she’s fucking perfect.

“You need something, sweetheart?” He smirks— she can feel the shape of it against her thigh, the way his stubble grates along her skin— and she can only mewl, speechless. Pathetic.

“Yeah, I know what you need...” Din hums, before finally - finally - taking mercy on her.

With one single drag, he tongues a broad stripe up her slit.

The noise that rips through her sounds like she’s being strangled— it gets caught in her throat like a trapped animal in hot car— a desperate little thing clawing to get out. Her nails scrape against the wood, leaving nicks in the chestnut lacquer. Immediately, she cants up to him, searching for his mouth hungrily and Din all but obliges as he clasps onto her hips, keeping her still while he fucks into her.

He’s carving her out— hollowing her; burying himself in her folds, nosing against her mound. He laps her up in kitten licks, delving the muscle of his tongue in and out of her, leaving her weak and gasping. Din laves up and down and side to side in clever little swivels, before he reaches her clit and sucks.

Her fist shoots from her mouth to grip his wavy locks, grinding shamelessly against his face.

“O-Oh my god, Din - fuck - Din. Oh fuck oh fuck-"

He loves it when she gets like this; that serene and tranquil exterior— the one that can quell a studio full of strangers into a haze with only the sound of her voice, that voice he can’t get out of his fucking head, the one that got them into this mess in the first place— shattered, mutilated beyond recognition and all she has left is her need— her wild, unbridled need.

Her need for his tongue, for his fingers, for his dick. Din Din Din, she only wants him— only needs him.

He slips a finger into her, easing past his knuckle in one movement, and her chin tips back, crown of her head digging into the table, hair mussing against the wood grain.

Her nipples have pebbled through her shirt, her pretty feet arched and contorted, and she’s heaving - writhing - like this above him.

He adds another digit, pumping in and out, the squelch of her pussy sounding lewd and obscene and fucking divine as he grazes her clit with his teeth, pulling at it.

“Fuck-” she rasps, legs quivering on their own accord— instinct and reflex demanding she tremble— and Din moans into her sex, feeling her walls constrict around his fingers, and he curls them up as he thrusts, hitting against that spongy patch insider her that makes her vision go white.

“Din, I- I’m—"

She can’t manage the rest. Instead of words, she cries— high pitched and wounded, as if she’s barely making it out alive. Her legs clamp around his head, bracing him there, and she cums— she loses it for him— her slick coating his nose, his lips, the hair speckled around his chin. She soaks him, and it leaves Din rocking his hips and humping the fucking air— as randy as a teenager, ravenous for anything, even if it’s just the friction of his pants drawn tight around his erection.

He takes her through her orgasm, lapping at her softly until she’s warbling—a slew of nonsense babbling out of her— and he leans back on his heels to admire his work, eyes singeing into her cunt made puffy and swollen pink, fluttering at the loss of him.

He plants one final kiss to the cleft of her pussy before shifting his weight back up to his feet, slotting himself between her.

Fuck, he isn’t as young as he once was— he feels his age in the ache of his knees. All the yoga in the world can’t erase his scar tissue, can’t undo time.

But he thinks maybe—if he’ll let himself—that she makes him feel younger. Lighter.

He squeezes her calf and begins to move away when she whimpers, bolting upright to palm greedily at the bulge pressing painfully against its constraint, her fingers fidgeting with his zipper and Din— in an uncharacteristic show of strength and self restraint— gingerly clasps onto her wrists, holding her still.

“Hey,” he murmurs, and her eyes snap up to meet his. “This isn’t about me.”

“No, but-”

“You don’t- we don’t have to-"

“Din,” she pants, grabbing onto the waist of his jeans and pressing her center into him, smearing herself along the denim there, her pearled clit catching on the rough fabric. Her eyes have gone jet-black with desire, obsidian lust burning through them. “Din, fuck me. Please fuck me, plea-“

Shit.

He’s never moved so fast in his goddamn life, unbuttoning his jeans in a flash, untucking himself— throbbing, leaking already—from his briefs. He gives himself two rough jerks, his blunt tip prodding at her entrance, before pushing into her with a gasp.

Fuck, she’s warm— not just warm, she’s hot. She’s molten, and she’s milking him for all he’s worth, gripping around him, fucking strangling his cock with how wet she is—how tight. God, she’s a fucking dream—a nightmare too, undoubtedly.

“Fuck baby - shit - you’re—hnng-” He groans—can’t even form a real sentence—all of his blood has rushed out of his brain and straight to the juncture where their bodies meet.

His eyes flutter deliriously at the feeling of her stretching around him like this and for a passing, fleeting moment, he considers the fact that he should be gentle with her— that she’s not feeling well, that she’s probably sore with body chills and God knows what else and that she should rest—

But once her knees are split apart and legs spread long— so fucking flexible, fuck she’s killing him— his well-met concern all but abandons him.

He fucks her hard— so hard she falls back, that unforgiving surface bruising into her spine. He probably hurts her a little—just how he likes, just how she loves.

Din plows into her, digging into the meat of her thighs, slamming into the pussy that takes him so fucking well, the pussy that feels like it’s made for him— like she’s made for him— and the table shudders with each roll of his hips, scraping it inch by inch along the tile, knocking against the chairs with loud, clattering bangs.

“W-Wait— wait wait wait-“ she pants, hands scampering up to his arms.

He slows his thrusts until he’s stilled inside of her, worry creasing around his eyes. “W-What? Are you okay—what’s wrong?”

“T-The table," she whines, “it’s from fucking IKEA. I built this piece of shit myself— there’s no way it’s gonna stay standing with you fucking me into it like this.”

Din barks out a laugh, throaty and genuine, and for the second time today, he comes to the conclusion that she’s perfect.

“Bedroom?” she nods down the hall.

“Bedroom,” he growls before scooping her up, lifting her off the table, her legs scrambling to hook around his waist, forearms bracing around the broad plain of his shoulders.

“Din!” she squeals in surprise, “I can walk, you know.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles, giving her a bounce and a light slap to her ass. “You’re sick.”

///

“Onions,” he mutters, leaden eyelids nestled shut.

He didn’t mean to stay over this long—well past sunset, later than he’s ever allowed himself—but how could he be expected to leave? After she came on his cock - twice - and he had filled her up until his cum was gushing from her, extricating himself out of this exact position of woven, spent limbs and sweat stained sheets sounded criminal.

“What?” She cranes groggily up at him.

“The sub. She smelled like onions. And patchouli.”

“Hey,” she tuts in mock offense, “Brenda is nice.”

“Good for Brenda. Doesn’t make her smell any better.”

“God, you are so rude,” she laughs, shaking her head as she nuzzles into Din’s side, lips curving into a sleepy grin against his chest—right above the aching thump of his caged heart.

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[mymarifae]

i’m obsessed w giselle rn like i love how all berdly enjoyers have wildly different family hcs but we all collectively agreed that his relationship w them is Not Great (also on a more personal note i enjoy the strong motherly force bc my own family hcs involve berdlys mom being way more important and influential to her son than the dad BUT ANYWAY). but also OGH you capture the queen vibes so fuckjng well she is so good. love giselle. girlboss. but also now i’m thinking abt her forgetfulness and how that ties into how berdly fixates and values such inconsequential things. like the spelling bee!!! he was probably like ten or something when that happened, but it’s one of those things giselle Remembers so she always brings it back up. like “oh you’re doing good in english? of course you are! you won that spelling bee didn’t you?” and berdly is like “yes now i will make that my entire personality”. i also resonate w the hardworking single mom vibe SO MUCH and the awkward fucking drive home when you have Nothing to say to each other. god. berdly needs support but he knows he can’t rlly get it from his mom bc she’s So Busy so he just closes in. and by the time giselle realizes her son doesn’t tell her anything anymore it’s already too late and berdly is entirely self-sufficient and bottled up and OHHHHHHHHHH i love him so much. little guy. anyways great content hcndbvmfnfjc sorry for the rant

NO NO DON'T APOLOGIZE we love ranting in this house. this was a delight to read !! you really got what i was going for with giselle's character and that makes me happy. it's nice knowing that my full intent came through even though i didn't necessarily explain everything. like you're right on the nose with the spelling bee thing, wow??

he really does need support, and giselle recognizes this and she is trying to reach out, but the issue is she was so busy for so long that she didn't notice how much he needed her until he had already learned to close himself off. she can't figure out how to connect with him right now. results in many painfully awkward car rides (because at home he expertly avoids staying in the same room as her for more than 2 seconds)

when he was a baby she doted on him. he needed her. all the time. so of course she gave him that undivided attention, while distantly stressing about workmoneythebills-how-am-i-supposed-to-juggle-this-and-be-a-mother. and as he started to get older and could y'know like, fend for himself a bit more, she was relieved and started to withdraw, to give work more attention, so she could provide for anything he may need or just want

obviously this isn't how you do it. and berdly's never going to remember the days when giselle would kiss his cheeks and cradle him and read him bedtime stories every night. and even if he could, what good is it if that's not being expressed to him anymore? what he remembers, what matters to him, is the "in a minute, dear", the "not now i need to finish this", the "i won't be home tonight. there's leftovers in the fridge."

but i hate to leave things in such a miserable state... i didn't do this on purpose but i realized their current relationship reminded me of the relationship i had with my own mom when i was in high school so on this note.. why not let giselle and berdly reconcile the way we did . it's not perfect. a lot of the damage is irreparable, and they might not ever be particularly close, but they can come to a mutual understanding and rebuild. berdly can choose to forgive her

'course, sometimes it takes the worst case scenario for this kind of progress to be made (excerpt from the script of the comic i'm drafting [prettied up and made easier to read])

#equivalent exchange: you give me a rant and i rant right back at you ^^ #IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY GIRL i like her too <3 #ALSO OBVIOUSLY!!!!she and berdly can reconcile in the pacifist route too. im just focusing on the neutral route for this because. #idk what the 'worst case scenario' that gets them to Talk would be in the pacifist route. also i already wrote this script in a dream #so i didn't even have to like. think about it #and as far as the snowgrave route goes ummmmmmmmm im not acknowledging it 😊 #mailbox #giselle

[blackmissfrizzle]

Wild Child

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader

Summary: Miguel can’t control his free spirited wife.

Warnings: Its filthy. I tried to put some plot in it but its barely there lol.

WC: 4.1K

A/N: I hit a couple of birds with this one stone. First its a request from @darlingcherrybomb-Can I have 11 & 15 w/ Miguel Galindo plz??? thank you :) and this is also my submission for my 2K Follower Celebration and Bad Bitch Challenge. The song I’m using is Hood Rat Shit. Also shoutout to @starrynite7114​ for indulging me!

Prompts are bolded

When Miguel Galindo started dating you no one really batted an eye. They simply thought the businessman/cartel boss was going through a mid-life crisis and wanted some young pretty thing on his arm. But when he slipped that engagement ring on your finger and made an honest woman out of you, everyone had questions. You were Santo Padre’s resident wild child.

If it wasn’t the Mayans causing trouble, then it was you. Growing up the Reyes family was your next-door neighbors and that instantly made EZ and Angel your best friends. Even as a child Angel was charismatic and that easily made you look up to him. Everything he did, you tried to do. That earned you the nickname, Angelita. If you could’ve joined the club, you would’ve.

So how you ended up married to Miguel was a mystery. Sure, you cleaned up nice and despite your wild ways you had a respectable job, but you still were considered as riff raff, nothing but a damn troublemaker.

Where everyone saw a crazy party girl, Miguel saw an independent uninhibited woman. Someone unafraid to speak their mind and can hold their own in this cutthroat world. Someone who could handle all of him. Someone who humbled him and made him enjoy the simpler things in life.

Although, he loved you, you were a fucking headache. Your free spirit didn’t sit well with the confines of his lifestyle. Any chance you got you ditched the bodyguards. Upscale lounges? Nah, you loved the dive bars. There’s a Mayans party? You’re there. Dress like you’re a powerful businessman’s wife? Nope can do. You were allergic to designer and preferred jeans and leggings.  Being driven around town? No thank you, you were a speed demon. As you and your friends love to say, “You’re ain’t nothing but a hoodrat hoodrat, hoochie mama.”

Like tonight, he specifically told you he didn’t want you hanging out at the clubhouse because he heard some rumblings of trouble with another MC. But of course, you didn’t listen. It was EZ’s patch party and you were gonna celebrate with your boys.

“Run me my money, Medina!” You folded your hand in the ‘gimme’ motion.

“Aren’t you already rich?” He asked, slapping the twenties in your hand.

Angel busted out laughing and nudged Medina with his shoulder. “We told you not to play her. I told you she’s vicious. Don’t ever fall for the puppy dog eyes.”

Everyone joined in at Medina’s lost. At this point most Mayans in the Santo Padre charter and other charters knew not to play pool with you or at least not to underestimate you, so finding someone not privy to to your skills was delightful.

Throughout the night, your goal was to set EZ up with Gabby and not just for a one-night stand. He desperately needed someone else to focus on instead of Emily. Currently, you were outside at a table with your crew: Coco, Gilly, EZ, and Angel.

“Just go talk to her.” You urged your best friend.

“Yeah, for some crazy ass reason she likes you.” Angel slapped the back of his brother’s head.

Tracing your finger along his arm, you pointed out the evidence. “It’s this damn vein that always making an appearance.”

Coco sat back in amazement. “That shit really turn y’all on? Simple stuff like that? One time I had a chick obsessed with my fingers. She got turned on whenever I held a cig. I thought she was into some freaky ass shit.” The whole table erupted into laughter. For Coco to be so experienced, he was clueless.

Taking his hand in yours, you began tracing his fingers and inspecting. “Oh ok, I see you Coco Cruz. These shits are veiny, long, and thick as fuck. Yeah, homegirl was obsessed!”

“But why, chiquita?” Coco flicked you on the nose.

“Do you not finger bitches, Cruz? These are prefect candidates for fingering. Like dude, when I see, Miguel’s fingers wrapped around a glass, I get all wet and tingly inside.”

If you were paying attention, then you would’ve noticed how quiet all the guys gotten. It wasn’t until Coco slyly slipped his hand out of your grasp that you felt a presence. “He’s behind me, isn’t he?”

“Yup, Angelita!” Angel hooked his arm around your neck and ruffled your hair. A gesture that didn’t bother Miguel. He understood the familial dynamic you had with the Reyes brothers.

“Hey babe!” You smiled at him like you didn’t just disobeyed him by showing up at this party.

Miguel gave you a small smirk. It was his way of telling you he was pissed off, but he wasn’t going to show it in front of company. “Sweetheart,” he kissed you on top of your head. “I’m going to talk to Obispo and then we’re leaving.” His tone told you there was no room for arguments.

Miguel left you to go to talk to Bishop and give you some time to tell your friends goodbye. Marcus stood by you as he watched boss leave. “Angelita, do you ever stay out of trouble?” He patted your back and kissed your temple.

You held your chin as if you were in deep thought. “Mmm, nope. Its too much fun not to.”

“We should’ve nicknamed you little Diabla.” Gilly joked.

“Screw you, Gilly!”

“No, that’s your husband’s job and by the way you’ll be walking like Bambi for the next week will be proof enough.” You slapped Angel upside the head, but the only further his laughing. They all loved to tease you when you got in trouble with Miguel.

You didn’t have time to quip back, because Miguel came back done with his conversation with Bishop and from the looks of it, Bishop got some bad news. Hopefully, none of it had anything to do with you.

When you got in the car the partition was already rolled up, a big red flag that you were in trouble. “Sooooo, what did you talk to Bishop about? He looked upset.”

Miguel cut his eyes to you before he looked back out the window. “That other MC was on the way to the clubhouse to shoot up the place. I handled it when I was on the way. Just dumb luck we stumbled onto them.”

“Wowwww,” you blew a raspberry and widen your eyes as saucers. You hated when he was right, it knocked down all your objections. “Lucky that you were on the way then, huh?” You gave him a nervous smile and scratched the back of your head.

“Lucky?” He repeated the word with venom. “You could’ve died!”

“But I didn’t!”

“You disobeyed me!”

It was true, you didn’t listen, but everything worked out in the end. “I know but-”

One of Miguel’s hand grasped your throat hard enough to make breathing a little harder, but not enough to hurt you. He pressed his face against to the side of yours, harshly breathing against your ear. “No buts- you deliberately disobeyed me and if it wasn’t for me coming to get your bratty ass, you would’ve been dead!”

“Miguel, I’m sorry.”

With his other hand, Miguel shoved his hand down your pants. “Oh, you’re about to be sorry, mi vida. I’ll show you what these fingers can do.” His fingers pushed your panties to the side and explored all your wetness. “Shit! You’re loving this, you dirty little slut. I bet if I wanted to, you’d let me finger you in front of all your little Mayan friends.”

You began riding his fingers as he fucked into you. It was too much not to move. Miguel was an expert in your pleasure and knew how to set you off in minutes if that’s what he wanted, and it appeared he wanted you to suffer. “Miguel, pleaseeeeee.” You pleaded with him, grabbing onto his wrist for support.

“Hmm, please what, querida?” He licked the side of your face then pulled your earlobe in between his teeth. “Dime que quieres. (Tell me what you want.)”

“I want to cum. Please Miguel.” You pecked at his lips giving him the chance to devour your lips. “If you want to cum, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” Miguel murmured against your lips.

Miguel kept his fingers still as you rolled your hips. It wasn’t the same as him pumping his fingers in and out, but you knew there was one way you could get him to participate once again. Keeping your eyes on Miguel, you wet your fingers and let them find your clit. Not even one rub in and Miguel had his hand around your wrist. “Who told you that you could touch what’s mine?”

You bent down and whispered by his ear. “If it was yours, I would be cumming by now.”

Miguel growled and began furiously fingering you and rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Fucking brat! I better not hear any crying from you tonight talking about its too much. You’re taking everything I’m giving you.”

He wasn’t taking it easy on you anymore. Miguel pumped into you as fast as he could while suckling kisses along your shoulder up to his neck. “Te amo, mi vida. But if you ever do something that stupid again, I won’t have any problems locking your ass up.”

Your lips met Miguel’s for a searing kiss. “I love you too, Miguel.”

Taking some of your hair, Miguel moved it to the other side and kissed your neck. “Now cum all over my fingers.”

Your body immediately responded to Miguel’s command, making you leak onto the seat. That sight almost made Miguel unhinged, but he contained himself. The things he had planned for you couldn’t be executed in the back of a car. So, he allowed you to rest until you got back home, where he could teach you a lesson or two about obedience.

--

The thing about certain lessons with you was that they weren’t long-lasting. There was something that always drew you back to your rebellious ways. Tonight, was girl’s night and you were on your way out the door when you heard Miguel’s voice. “Go change.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked back at your husband sitting with Marcus and Nestor. “Excuse me?” Nestor rubbed his hand over his face and Marcus lowly chuckled. Looks like it was about to be an interesting night in the Galindo household.

Miguel put down the report he was reading and focused his eyes on you. “I said go change, mi amor.”

You knew this was a risqué outfit, but you thought if you walked fast enough, Miguel wouldn’t notice. “What’s wrong with this?” You asked, pretending like you damn well didn’t know what was wrong.

The chair scraped against the floor as Miguel backed out of the chair. He surrounded you as a predator inspecting his prey. A lion chomping at the bits to get to his meal. “You are not wearing that out. I will rip it off you. Now go change or you won’t see your friends until the next girls’ night.” He pulled the strap of your top, letting it slap against your skin. As you turned to go up the stairs, Miguel smacked your ass for his victory. It wasn’t very often that he easily won your compliance.

When you came back down, Miguel was much more appeased with your outfit. A simple flowy black tank top replaced the corset bodysuit you had on earlier. He genuinely wished you a good time as you left. Miguel knew that with a couple of drinks in you, you would be primed for some nasty sex later. Little did he know that you had your original top in your purse and had plans to ditch the bodyguards.

A little later that night, Miguel, Nestor, and Marcus went out to a restaurant to take a break from the tedious work. Nestor excused himself from the table when he got a call from the security team. Miguel flagged the waitress down when he saw Nestor pinched the bridge of his nose. It was the same thing he did when he heard you were up to no good. “She ditched the bodyguards?”

Nestor pulled out his phone to show Miguel a video. “Yeah and is having the time of her life.” Miguel grimaced as he fixed his suit jacket. “Let’s go get my wife before I have to fill my church pew.”

—

The lounge you and your girls went to was nice at first, but after the first round of expensive watered-down drinks all of you were ready to go. Especially, since the music wasn’t danceable to. It was $2 everything at one of your old haunts, so that’s where you went. They had the best mix of current and old hits, having everyone vibing.

With all the drinks being $2 and very strong, you were easily drunk enough not to have a care in the world. Unsurprisingly though you were the most coherent (drinking with bikers would do that to you). So, you knew that you shouldn’t have gotten on top of the bar, but you couldn’t give one flying fuck. What was Miguel gonna do? Put you on his church pew? Please, one bash of these eyelashes and you’d be out of trouble.

The dj began playing a set of Megan thee Stallion and you were in your zone. You and your friends were providing entertainment as y’all screamed the lyrics out.

I want to do it ‘cause it’s fun

It’s fun to bad things

(Hood rat shit)

Drive into a car (Ahh)

Didi you know you could perhaps kill somebody?

(Mwah)

Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends.

Instantly, you and your friends got into your Megan squats and twerked just like the song told y’all. Its been so long since you did it that you almost got scared that your knees would buckle.

Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends

(Ayy)

Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen

(Ayy)

Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)

If you weren’t so caught up, you would’ve felt the air in the room change. You would’ve felt the oxygen leave the room, making it harder to breath. You would’ve stopped making random people drive the boat while they had a great view of your cleavage due to your corset bodysuit that you secretly changed back into.

It wasn’t until you felt that overwhelming presence that you noticed your husband next to you. He rested his elbow on the bar and held his chin in his hand smiling up at you. “Oh, hi honey. Funny seeing you here.” You greeted him. Miguel couldn’t reach your hand, so he started rubbing on your ankle. “No, its funny seeing you here in that,” he nodded at your corset. “What happened to your other shirt?” There was no good answer, so instead you bent down and rapped the lyrics to Miguel, playfully having your fingers in his face.

You ain’t from my hood (Huh)

What you doing round here? (Hey)

Asking all them questions (Huh)

You must be the Feds (Ayy)

Better get from round here

Before you wind up dead (Yeah)

The corner of Miguel’s mouth quirked up as he patiently waited for the song to be over. Despite how mad he was, he enjoyed seeing you have fun with just the simple things. And it wasn’t from youthfulness, but from a good heart. That’s what made him love you. The only things you needed was your friends, family, and good times, and you reminded him that was important.  

“Terminada?”

“Yup,” you took his offered hand and jumped down from the bar. He draped your leather jacket over your shoulders and zipped it up. “Really?” Your eyes dipped down to your chest. Miguel cupped your cheek before he kissed it. “Yes, really. Now let’s leave before I have to shoot someone for ogling you too long.” Quickly, you exited the bar. There was no need for anyone to die because of you.

On the way back to your house, Miguel didn’t reveal how pissed he was. He just kept a possessive hand on your denim clad thigh and discussed his plans for the week. He didn’t go into gory detail, but just enough to prepare you for how busy he would be. That was practically a warning. With him being pissed about your activities tonight and pair that with his busy schedule, let’s just say your glad you’ve been focused on your flexibility and stamina.

Finally, at home, the both of you told Nestor and Marcus good night. You headed for your room, but Miguel gripped the back of your neck tightly and steered you to the playroom down the hall. Miguel specifically used this room when he planned to fuck you for hours. Dear lord, this was gonna be a long night.

You knew better than to speak as he sets up the room. Standing stark still you watched as he lit candles, turned on the fairy lights, and set the LED lights a mix of blue and purple. Miguel loved how the blue hue reflected off your brown skin. It highlighted every single thing he loved about you.

When he was finished setting the ambiance, Miguel circled around you until he was standing directly behind you. He said nothing as his hands went to the button of your jeans. His warm breath caressed your neck like a hug, his hands setting fire to your skin as he pulled down your jeans.

A yelp escaped your lips when you felt Miguel’s teeth scrape against your ass. Done with what you were for sure knew were gonna leave marks, Miguel ran his nose along your ass until he reached the crook of your neck. He dug his fingers into your ass while his teeth dug into your shoulder. The pain was welcoming, making you quiver all over.

“Hands behind your back.” Miguel ordered. Soon, you felt the cuffs around your wrists and then the sensation was felt around your ankles as well. “Stay here.” He whispered against your ear.

You watched Miguel swagger to what you called the ‘sex couch’, it was curved to accommodate your bodies, specifically for adult activities. He sat down, legs all wide and inviting while he loosened his collar. Crooking his fingers, he told you to come here.

The heels you were wearing made you the perfect height that Miguel’s face was directly at your navel. He pressed a light kiss there, then he reached up to your shoulders to push you down on your knees.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock and you were instantly hypnotized. Honestly, Miguel should just whip it out all the time when he wants you to do something. You’ll listen to him…momentarily.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your clothes?” You inquired.

Miguel wrapped his hand around your hair. “No, at least one of us needs to know how to dress. Now, suck my dick. It ain’t gonna suck itself.” Out of nowhere, he pulled out a cigar, lit it and began smoking it, his way of dismissing you.

There was no way you were gonna tease him. From the tension in his body you knew he would snap at any moment. Your mouth engulfed his length, only getting a couple of bobs in until Miguel roughly pushed your head into his crotch and pummeling your mouth with his cock. All of him took up the room in your throat, but it didn’t bother you. You loved that it was you making those moans come out of Miguel’s mouth.

He granted you a little reprieve and let you up for some air. He took one more puff of his cigar before putting it out. His hands went to your corset to pull your breasts out and for a moment he fondles them with interest until he slapped them and twisted the nipples. “Dressed like a fucking whore! Letting everyone see your tits. I should’ve fucked you right on that bar. No one would’ve stopped me.” Miguel’s hand was now around your throat and he pulled you towards his face. “Would you have let me fucked you there? Hmm, be my little whore?”

“Yes daddy! Whatever you want to do to me, you can.”

His other hand found your hair again. “Huh, you’re giving me permission? I know I can do whatever the fuck I want to you because you’re mines. The only one who seems not know this is you. Can’t follow simple fucking instructions. Is it that hard to listen to me?”

“No.”

“Then why don’t you listen?”

The brat in you just had to jump out, you smiled up at him like a madwoman before responding. “Because it’s fun and I enjoy doing hood rat shit.”

Miguel finally snapped. With unknown strength he ripped your bodysuit off your body and threw you onto your stomach on the couch, securing your ankle cuffs to the locks on the couch. Miguel didn’t bother to take off his clothes, you could feel the fabric of his Armani slacks as he pushed into you.

Even though it was about Miguel’s pleasure, it was about yours as well. Every one of his thrust got you closer to your end, but you wanted more. You wanted to touch your husband, you wanted your lips to leave the same marks he was leaving, you wanted to look him in the eye as he called you a slut, whore, and everything in between. “Daddy turn me around. I want to look at you.” You pleaded.

Miguel hips stuttered a bit, he couldn’t believe what his ears just heard. Leaning forward, his clothed chest was against your naked back. “Did you just give me an order? You think you can just get what you want?”

He couldn’t see your doe eyes, but he could hear the sickeningly sweet babied tone you use on him whenever you want something. “Yes, because I’m your baby girl.”

“Be careful what you wish for, baby girl.” Miguel flipped you over, his hand flew to your throat as he thrusted into you. He loved how you tightened around him when his hand found its permeant place on your neck. “So, fucking responsive to me. Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“I love it so much, daddy. I wish you could be in me every minute of the day” you gasped in between thrusts.

Miguel hovered over you and smoothed your hair. “How sweet, kitten.” He mocked you, then spat in your mouth and smeared it over your face, before shoving four of his fingers in your mouth. He chuckled at how your eyes widen. “What? I thought you wanted to look at me?”

You tried to say something, but your words were muffled by his fingers. “Hmm, what was that whore?” Miguel took his fingers out so he could hear you clearly. “Can I cum, daddy? Pretty please.”

Miguel couldn’t deny you anymore. “Since you asked so nicely, you can.” His thumb reached for you clit and rubbed on it until your legs were shaking and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, but Miguel wanted your eyes on him. He grabbed the back of your neck and rested your forehead on his. “Look at me when you cum!” Once your eyes connected, Miguel reached his own orgasm and coated your walls with white hot cum.

In an instant, Miguel released the cuffs and carried you to the bed while giving you reassuring kisses and declarations of love. Despite your protests, he left to go get the both of you some water and towels to clean up. While he was gone you reached out for your phone that Miguel conveniently placed for you.

You: Sorry, guys I won’t be able to make it to our ride tomorrow. Raincheck?

Angel: I told y’all! I knew Galindo was gonna fuck her up for that outfit.

Coco: Damn! He broke you off that bad?

You: No, he broke me off that good!

Gilly: EARMUFFS!

You: Blame Dumbass #1 and Dumbass #2. Now am I gonna get a raincheck?

EZ: Yes, you will, Angelita. GN.

Knowing that the guys weren’t going to be mad at the fact that you weren’t going tomorrow, you silenced your phone, ignoring whatever argument they would no doubt get into. Instead you waited for your husband to return to continue breaking you off for the rest of the night.

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