#i am going to lie on my floor and scream i need out of this fucking job so badly i hate it here

[evie-sturns]

𝙎𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙠 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: ever since you and matt started a family, you haven't had any privacy.

contains: Smut, dad!matt, sneaking around, swearing.

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matt and i have 2 kids together, 3 and 4 years old, which means absolutely no privacy with 2 toddlers. we've only hooked up once or twice in the past 4 years.

"matt, its 6pm, the kids need dinner." i yawn, hoisting myself up off our couch and pausing the movie. matt instantly jumps up behind me, "let me help sweetheart." he says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"just go round up charlotte and olive please, they're in the play room." i groan, walking into the kitchen, throwing together some pasta.

matt disappears up the stairs. i grab 2 bowls and some paper forks as i dump plain pasta into both of them, "matt!!" i call out, he instantly runs downstairs, both our girls giggling under his arms.

a warm smile spreads across my face as he plops the toddlers down in their seats, kissing them both on their foreheads as he walks toward me in the kitchen, grabbing both bowls from my hands. "looks incredible" he smiles

"matt it's plain pasta." i rub my eyes.

he gives both the kids the pasta before turning around back into kitchen.

he gives me those eyes before walking into the bedroom, removing his shirt as he's halfway through the doorframe. my heartrate picks up,

why am i so nervous?

"fuck fuck fuck" i whisper to myself as i open the bedroom door.

"you seem stressed hm?" he mutters, i lock the door behind me.

matt walks over to me, swiftly picking me up before pushing me down on the mattress. "gonna have to be quiet for me yeah?" he says, I nod frantically. he yanks off my tanktop, before pulling down my sweat-shorts, leaving me revealed for him.

"so gorgeous." he whispers, taking me all in.

"don't lie matt." i mumble, looking away slightly

matt grabs my chin, making me look at him. "don't say shit like that, you're quite literally perfect yeah?" he says sternly.

i close my eyes, he squeezes my chin tighter "look at me." matt says angrily, leaning over me. i nod, looking him in the eyes "gonna prove how much i love you mhm?" he says, unbuckling his belt throwing it to the floor before yanking down his jeans.

i moan lightly as his boxers drop to the floor, "you ready?" he questions, lining himself up with my entrance. he slowly pushes inside of me, a loud whimper escapes his mouth, boosting my ego slightly.

"fuck..." he groans, gripping the sheets tight as he slowly thrusts in and out "doesn't get old," he whispers, gripping my hip with his free hand, hard enough to leave a hand print.

his thrusts quicken, my moans filling the room, "not gonna last long- with those pretty noises-" he stammers, "im gonna fuck.." i warn, he grips my waist tighter "cum for me." he whispers, i instantly clench around his length, the knot in my stomach snaps.

"good girl.." he mumbles frantically as he pulls out, painting my torso with white streaks.

he falls down in the bed beside me. "you feel.. so good." he says out of breath, i scoot closer to him, wrapping my bare legs around him.

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"mooommm!!!" a loud scream comes from the kitchen. i let out a loud sigh, getting off the bed and quickly re-dressing. i stumble out of the bedroom, my legs still numb.

theres pasta all over the floor, followed by juice and the plastic cup it was in. both the kids are screaming and crying. "for fucks sake." i whisper, throwing my face in my hands. i hear footsteps behind me, its matt. his shirt is on inside out, no belt, just jeans.

i walk towards the kitchen, grabbing paper towels as i walk over, bending over to clean up the spill. matt picks me up from behind, placing me on the stairs as he grabs the supplies off me, quickly scooping up the mess. he grabs both girls. one in each arm as he jumps around with them, their tears instantly turn into giggles.

i laugh, standing up off the stairs.

"how are you so good at parenting matt." i sigh, a smile spread across my face as i pull matt into a hug.

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lot of requests for daddy matt so here yall areee!!

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[beefboyandbabygirl]

Girl Code (18+)

pairing: student!jihoon x student!reader

genre: college au, angst, smut (MDNI), lotta crack, friends to...?

description: when you and your friends find out jihoon's been writing down everything you've off-handedly said about "girl code", you simply have to know why.

warnings: brief bondage/restraint, heavy insecurity on readers part, self-doubt, dirty talk, pet names, dom!uzi, sub!reader, desperation, oral (f. receiving), praise (f. receiving), muscly uzi, unprotected sex (dont do it guys....), pining, bad writing, red velvet are your friends, theyre super fun, mingyu is excluded badly, he just wants to b a part of it :(

quotes from my creative director (@joshibambi): "i am simply a hole for him", "pussy? wet. heart? pounding. me? yearning", "every1 talks ab sapphic yearning but what ab just. jihoon-yearning?",

wordcount: 12.0k

a/n: idk why but this is deffo not as good as my previous works. n e way also sorry to @onlyseokmins bc i promised her a seokmin fic WHICH IS STILL COMING i just felt like this was kinda genius and needed to happen first ok bye

It’s mid-spring, and the world is blossoming and flowering around you. Grass sprouts greener, plants drink in the heavy rainfall and flowers are blooming, slowly unfurling their pedaled heads to crane into the beautiful sky. At odds with nature, people walk the street to be drenched in the downpour, only to be dried off by the shyly peeking sun, and to have freckles surfacing on their skin and hair, getting frizzy from the humidity, when they’re biking along the streets. It’s serene, it’s natural. You’re reminded to love the place that birthed and fostered you. 

But that’s out there.

You’re sitting, bottom planted firmly on the sticky surface of Joshua Hong’s couch, looking distantly into artificially colored lights, flickering across the floor, where people are dancing on one another in skimpy outfits and makeup, and everything is very far from the moon and the flowers. 

“The second one is a lie!” Seulgi yells over the music, cup of god knows what in her hand, and slurring her words.

Sitting on the couch and stools surrounding the coffee table is you, Mingyu, Soonyoung, Seulgi, Irene, Yeri and Jihoon.

“No, I know she likes anal!” Screams Soonyoung giddily (forever oblivious to his surroundings), receiving a glare from your roommate, Yeri. You were currently playing two truths and one lie, and attempting to discern whether Yeri was lying about being on television, lying about having black belt in taekwondo or lying about having tried anal. “It’s about whether or not she’s tried it!” Irene rolls her eyes and huffs. “My point still stands,” Soonyoung grins and eyes Yeri, and you watch somewhat disgusted, reminding yourself to ask her about it later.

You’re sitting next to Mingyu, utterly small next to him, and the two of you are only watching the scene unfold, sharing snickering glances when something funny happens. “I’ve never done taekwondo!” Yeri screams at Soonyoung, and you and Mingyu fall back in your seats laughing and slapping each other, when Soonyoung’s face drops for a moment. 

“They’re so dumb!” Mingyu cries, and you nod buried in a decorative pillow. 

“Screw this noise, I’m finding Junhui,” Hoshi mumbles, a little deflated from his loss. Then he’s standing up, cargo-pants and all, and trudging away, pouting over his shoulder when he hears the laughing continue.

Jihoon - who’s been incredibly quiet and observant throughout the night, only sipping a single bottle of beer, slaps his thighs. You’re hoping in his ever searching eyes he hasn’t seen the way you’ve been staring at him all night. Are you drunk or is he so complex and sexy, and wearing a t-shirt that shows his huge arms and pants that show his thick thighs? You’re almost certain you can chalk this up to only ever seeing him in sweaters that totally swallow him - almost. “I’m going too,” he announces, standing up and not leaving much room for argument.

“Why? I’ll be the only guy,” Mingyu whines, pout pushing out his bottom lip. You scoff. You know he loves feeling like he’s one of the girls. “Paper,” Jihoon says, and adds more, when he realizes he’s being so curt it’s almost rude: “Tomorrow. I have a paper tomorrow.” 

The group seems to accept this, knowing the stresses of college are weighing on each of them heavily. But your eyes narrow. You’re not buying it. 

You watch him sling his jacket across his body, biting back more words. He’s quiet, sure, but never this quiet. With how he’d slumped back in his seat all night, almost bent into himself, there must be something bugging him. Jihoon’s eyes meet yours. It’s a half a second, but you feel like he knows you’re on to him, the way he hides his face under his long, black hair again and turns his back to you. All of a sudden he’s hurrying away, excusing himself half-heartedly. You narrow your eyes even further and purse your lips.

“Be right back,” you say. Seulgi pouts.

You’re trudging after him, fussing with your hair all of a sudden and adjusting your dress and - God, you care so much how he sees you. But you suppose you care more that he’s okay. That’s why you’re squeezing through the dancefloor, getting grinded on by several anonymous bodies, before pushing out to the entrance and finally breathing air that wasn't coming directly from someone else’s mouth. 

“Jihoon, wait-” 

You catch up to him by the doorway, where he’s stopped his journey, to slip Vernon a bill for a ziploc of mediocre weed.

“Jihoon!” 

Finally, he hears you and he turns to you, where you’re regaining your last leg from the mass of bodies. Vernon is apparently still sober enough (you wouldn’t have thought so) to understand time and place, so he gently pushes past the two of you into the crowd. 

You’re not ready for the look he gives you. Eyes so sharp and face darkened from his shaggy hair, curling into his face, and frowning and furrowing his brows as if he couldn’t understand why you’re here. 

It sends your out-reaching body slamming backwards. You’re shrinking away from him, eyes flitting downwards self-consciously. You consider your history with him for a moment, weighing it in a glass of vodka-cranberry. This is pathetic, you realize, and it feels terrible. You’re pathetic and desperate and clingy and why would you feel the need to ask him this.

And then one moment to the next you’re scolding yourself for thinking that way. For thinking it was wrong to reach out a helping hand.

Jihoon apparently has enough of you debating with the angel and the devil on your shoulder, because he speaks finally: “What is it?” 

There’s a pause.

“Are you okay?” 

Another pause. You watch Jihoon’s face soften in shock, mouth falling open for a split second, before he’s closing it again and looking away. The ziploc crunches in his fingers, when they tighten and he shoves it into his inner pocket. 

“I’m good,” he says.

“Okay.” 

And this time and even longer pause! You can barely take it, the way he looks at you, and it almost feels like he suspicious of you, like he’s trying to discern what you’re doing here in front of him.

“Have a good night,” you say. He nods slowly and begins to walk off, and you watch him and the way the moonlight fills the entrance, so you’re coated in for a moment. Then it disappears with a slam of the door. You let out a shaky sigh. 

Why did you do that? Why would you even think to do something like that? 

You decide against standing there for any longer, not allowing yourself to overanalyze it, and you turn around to go back to your friends. Yet again comes the song and dance of trying to navigate the most terrifying human cesspool, face scrunching up in disgust as you make your way back to the sofa, almost unscathed, except you think you accidentally got caught in an armpit. 

“Y/n! Come quick, so you can be a part of this momentous- momentous.. Moment!” You hear Mingyu calling and when he’s finally in view, you realize something very, very terrible is about to happen.

Mingyu’s holding a leather notebook between his fingers - Jihoon’s notebook. It’s the one he’s always writing in; the one he shuts closed whenever anyone gets too close, the one he keeps tucked under his arm at all times; the one he’s inexplicably writing in, even if he’s blasted on Vernon’s weed. And it’s private and he’s somehow forgotten it.

“We’re not opening it,” you say immediately, power-walking back to your spot in the couch. Mingyu snaps his head towards you, and he almost looks offended at that. “What do you mean we’re not opening it, of course we’re opening it!” 

“It could be private, Gyu!” You retort and Seulgi chimes from her spot on the couch: “I’m with Y/n.” 

“No, what? Fuck you guys! We’re seeing what’s in that notebook!-” Irene spits. “Thank you!” Mingyu says.

“Yeri, it’s up to you,” you say, eyeing your roommate sharply, as you sit down again. The entire group turns to her, fury behind their retinas, and she gulps, shrinking a little. 

“Me, I just…” she shrugs abashedly and trails off. There’s a moment where you think she’ll side with you and leave the poor boy alone. You have some semblance of faith in your friendship, and maybe, maybe she’ll back you-

“He’s a music major, it’s probably just angsty lyrics, now open!” 

“Yes!” Irene and Mingyu gloat, and despite wanting to respect his privacy, you scoot closer to Mingyu (he scoffs at you, but does not mention it further, as he is itching with curiosity). With a solemn, heaved sigh, as if about to unfurl the world’s grandest mysteries, Mingyu’s large hand flips the book open.

There’s no justified way to put word to the shock that follows this. The first page reads:

“Girl Code Rule #1

Guys should bring flowers on the first date. Either lilies, roses or tulips. Depends on vibe.”

There’s a confused silence - as much as silence as you can get from a bass-boosted room of drunk college students. 

“What?” Irene quacks in disappointment, leaning closer to read it again. “Why-.. Go to the next page.” And Mingyu does, turning over the page and the next couple of pages follow suit. 

“Girl Code Rule #2

Whoever offered the date pays for dinner. First date should always be dinner, ‘none of the bowling crap’.

Girl Code Rule #3

Guys are more attractive the more hygienic they are.

Girl Code Rule #4 

It’s an ick to wear skinny jeans. *Google what an ick is.”

They come one after another, each more confusing than the last, and it’s not until number 5, that the heavy, suffocating spread of realization begins blooming among you. Clarity - your minds open like leaves of a flower in spring.

“Girl Code Rule #5

The cinema on Attacca street is a nightmare and we hate them. Never go there.”

“That’s-” you begin.

“Us!” Yeri finishes, pointing her finger at the page but directing her eyes, wide and pupils small from shock, towards you. The group exchange gaping glances. It’s undeniable - the cinema thing is relating to an incident that had happened months prior. You refuse to go into detail, but it had gotten grim.

“These are all things we’ve said!” Seulgi snatches the book out of Mingyu’s hold, beginning to mindlessly scroll through the book with furrowed brows, etch growing deeper and deeper in outrage. 

“That’s- This is crazy. That’s so not cool!” You shriek and Yeri nods in agreement: “Girl code is for girls only!” 

There’s a general agreement on the outrageousness of this. That is, except for one big boy on the couch.

“I meaaaan,” Mingyu is looking a little sheepish sitting in the middle of you and Yeri and Seulgi and Irene. All eyes flit towards him, small and sharp. He’s talking slowly, lowly and carefully:  “You guys have to have said it out loud while he was there, so you weren’t exactly being discreet…” 

“Men don’t usually listen to women, we thought we were in the clear!” Irene hisses.

“No man has ever listened to me in my entire life,” Seulgi deadpans, looking at Mingyu from beyond the book. Mingyu throws his hands out, incidentally hitting Yeri in the face, and ignoring her pained groans when she falls back on the couch. “I listened. Just now. Check that off your list-” 

“Why is he writing this down..?” You mumble, seemingly the only one grasping the gravity of the situation (although maybe there is none? You can never tell when it’s with him) and it truly is such a mystery. Was he attempting to pry open the minds of women? You don’t exactly think he has trouble finding dates, so you’re left a little at a loss. 

“Let’s ask him-” Mingu says.

“He just left, dumbass,” Irene spits and you can tell she’s almost disgusted with herself for ever siding with him.

“Let’s ask him tomorrow, then, after class,” you say decidedly. 

“Ugh, don’t talk about tomorrow..” Yeri groans, and you can see the regret settling in because why do all the hot guys throw weeknight parties? “Y/n, can we go home?” she asks and you’re nodding immediately.

“Seul?” 

“Yep.” 

And in the span of just a couple of seconds, your entire friend group is packing up, Seulgi stuffing the book into her tote bag. Mingyu’s still sitting, much smaller when you’re standing over him, and when he has that almost starstruck look on his face. “I’m so glad I’m a part of this, guys.” 

“You’re not.” 

“You’re not.” 

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu counters, clearly thinking otherwise. He’s grinning stupidly. “Hey, wait, where are we confronting him tomorrow?” he calls out suddenly, but you’re already on your way out.

“GUYS! WHERE ARE WE MEETING?”  _____________________________

You, Yeri, Seulgi, and Irene sit side by side on the middle-back row in class, eyeing Jihoon from the peaks. It’s a quiet, morning class, and the teacher rambles on while the four of you glare down at him. Or at least they glare. You hope it’s not noticeable how there’s something softer in your eyes - something almost tender. He’s fidgeting a little. Maybe he feels the pairs of eyes on the back of his black-buried head or maybe he’s noticed the book is gone and he feels the consequences coming.

It was certainly a strange situation to tackle. Mingyu did have a point, if it was a private conversation, you certainly had not discussed it as such. And even then, was there a crime in what he was doing? You just couldn’t understand how Jihoon possibly felt the need to garner all this information on women. He’d never had trouble picking up girls. You would know.

You shake the terrible, terrible thought away, when Irene speaks up: “The coward is all nervous.” 

“Okay, let’s calm down. We can’t know he’s an evildoer, before we find out his true intentions.” Seulgi reasons, a hand soothing over Irene’s arm. Yeri nods softly. “God, I wish class was over.” 

And suddenly it was. Well, twenty more minutes of suffering through a class that was totally lost, picked up by the pollen-saturated wind. Then the professor is excusing himself and wiping the board. 

Never in your life had your group been so fast at packing up their things, pencils and computers shoved down bags, before you’re strutting (model-walking) over to Jihoon. “We need to talk to you,” Yeri says, once she’s in front of his desk, hand on the wood. Jihoon looks up from where he’s packing his bag, eyes peeking through the thick strands of hair. He nods. He knows. 

As you wait for students to exit the class (Minghao giving Jihoon a confused grimace, before he squeezes out), you study Jihoon. He’s still sitting, and you’re all towering over him. His pale skin is glowing in the light and he purses his lip and bounces his leg - God, his thick leg - in nervous await. 

Students are slipping out the door in droves and when the last, tired body escapes, Seulgi reaches into her bag and pulls out the leather-bound book. “We read it.” 

“I figured,” he mutters. He’s avoiding your eyes, flinching a little when Irene slams her hand onto the book. “So, why have you been writing down the girl code?” 

Jihoon sighs. His lips make a tight line, and you can see how he wonders what to say. The pause would’ve been more tense had you not had the girls with you. 

“The girl code is for girls only,” Yeri supplies. 

“Well, you weren’t exactly being discreet about it-”

“Just answer the question, Jihoon!” Seulgi snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. “This is, like, top-level strange.” 

“Alright!” Jihoon throws his hands up in the air. His eyes flit to you, totally quiet and scratching your nails on the wooden table. You look away. He sighs a little. “I… It’s..” 

You almost want to hug him when he buries his face in his hands, tugging at the ends of his hair. 

“You can’t tell anyone.” 

The four of you exchange glances.

“We won’t.” 

He pauses.

“It’s.. IhaveacrushonthisgirlandIdon’twanttomessitup.” 

There’s a beat, where the information glides cooly into your skulls and you begin to process. Jihoon - cold, cynical, loner Jihoon - has a crush on a girl and is trying to improve himself for her? 

Holy hell.

“Jihoon!” cries Seulgi and Irene chimes in, equally as adoring and diffused: “That’s so cute, you should’ve just said something!” 

There’s an uproar of coos and cries and oohs and ahhs and compliments being thrown at Jihoon and he just sits there, cheeks blazing bright red, although with a little, shy smile on his lips. 

And then there’s you. It’s so dumb. Why can’t you help the slight disappointment that lowers on you, like the fog does in the blooming season? Why can’t you smile wider, happier for Jihoon? Why do you feel this way? Does it really take all this commotion for you to realize how much you want him? You half-smile and look at your shoes. Just as how your feelings blossomed like a flower in spring, you hope they, too, are destined to wither away once more. 

“Congratulations,” you say to him, giving him a dignified nod. Jihoon looks at you for a moment, before he smiles tightly and thanks you.

“Jihoon!” Yeri says, and you know you’re about to hate her for what comes next: “We can totally help you with the crush!” 

Jihoon’s eyes widen. “Really? I mean- you guys don’t have to-” 

“No, no! You can come to our girls’ nights and we can tell you everything!” Irene cuts in, nodding in reassurance. Jihoon smiles to himself a little sheepishly.

“Who is it?” Seulgi asks, and you can tell her heart is triple its usual size.

“I’m not telling you.” 

“Come on!” Seulgi begs, but Jihoon is steadfast. He gives her cheeky smile and shakes his head again. “No way. It’s my secret.” 

“We can keep a secret!” Yeri begs, bending her knees in plea. You, unusually quiet, speak up again: “We can.” 

There’s a pause while Jihoon looks at you again. He narrows his eyes and it’s almost like he’s trying to decode you. Maybe he’s noticed you’re just as quiet as he was, at that party. You hate yourself when your heart picks up at the thought of him caring about you. 

Suddenly he’s snapping out of it and smiling and shaking his ruffled head of hair again. “No. If girl code was supposed to be a secret, then I don’t even wanna think about telling you.”

This time there’s no talkback, only somewhat embarrassed nods.

“We deserve that.”  _____________________________

You come back to your dorm room that afternoon, and lie down in bed. Thoughts of Jihoon plague your mind and you feel disease-ridden, attempting to push away the thought with the same useless reminder: You should do your paper, gotta do your paper now, it’s due very soon…

But no matter how many times you tell yourself, you can’t overcome the crushing feeling in your chest, like your entire rib cage is being compressed. 

You know when these emotions started. It was at the Halloween party, six months ago, and Jihoon had been wearing a cop-outfit and you, with a more humorous approach, a lobster costume (Mingyu was a chef). Somehow, he’d still found you sexy though, because he was laughing in the bathroom of Seungcheol’s frat house, ripping the costume off of you. 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna fuck a lobster,” he’d said in between kisses, laughing again as he caught sight of the costume, discarded on the floor. You giggled. “Me neither. There are plenty of fish in the sea, you know?” 

And he’d thrown his head back, still with that black hair, still in that sexy fucking uniform, and his nose all scrunched and adam’s apple bopping in time with his joyful laughter. “Stop making me laugh while I’m trying to get you wet!” 

“I’m already wet,” you’d shrugged, “you’re hot.” 

And before you knew it you were handcuffed and he was rutting into you against the sink. His cock was disappearing and reappearing from your pussy, hooked onto him like a vice. Groaning and listening to your withheld moans, he’d left the most sinful hickies along your shining neck, while mumbling desperate praises to you: “You’re so pretty, N/n, letting me have you like this, so fucking hot.” 

You supposed you’d buried those feelings, because you felt so pathetic for catching feelings from a one night stand.

And it is pathetic. And you are pathetic, and desperate, and alone, and God, is it even Jihoon, or is it the way it suddenly feels like no one wants you? 

“Stop that,” Yeri says suddenly, lying on her bed on the opposite side of your room. You tilt your tired eyes towards her. “What?” 

“I can hear you thinking. What’s up?” She said nonchalantly, dropping her phone, that she’d been mindlessly scrolling through. Cheeks bunched up on your pillow and mascara smudging under your eyes, you look at her and sigh.

“Just tired,” you hum. _____________________________

Jihoon has been adopted. For a whole week following that incident, suddenly, your friends are taking him with them everywhere, and your safe space is invaded by his hair, his laugh, and his subtle cologne. It’s him with you during movie nights, it’s him during girls’ nights, and it’s him while you’re getting ready for a bar-night, all sitting in Irene and Seulgi’s pink-tastic room, doing makeup on the floor and on the desks and on the bed. 

“I love your eye makeup,” Seulgi says to Yeri (it’s a pink number with glittery inner corners), under eyes totally covered in white powder, as she’s baking her makeup. Jihoon is sitting on the floor, hair tied up in two pigtails that Irene had given him. “Thank you, Seul.”

You’re doing your own makeup, working blush into your cheeks and trying not to look at him, the way he’s half-lying on the carpeted floor, looking absentmindedly into his phone. His thighs are huge, and he’s wearing gray sweatpants, and you think you’re going insane.

Irene (who’s done with her makeup before anyone else, always) looks up from her own phone. She narrows her eyes deviously. “Jihoon, what do you think of Yeri’s makeup?” 

Jihoon snaps his head up, pigtails bouncing. “Uh,” he looks a little lost, when he turns his head over to Yeri, who smiles sheepishly, not totally understanding what was happening. “It’s nice.” 

“Just nice?” Irene smirks, and Jihoon finally seems to catch on to the fact that this is some sort of test. Indeed it was, and you knew it from the moment Irene began to talk. Your eyes flit between them, sitting behind you in the mirror. “Can you elaborate on that?” Irene smirks.

“It’s…” Jihoon considers what to respond, almost nervous. “She looks better without makeup.”

“Son, no!”

“Never!”

“Absolutely not!” 

It’s a cacophony from the girls, even a pillow is thrown at his head, which he dodges in shock. “Never say that to a girl, Jihoon! It’s rude!” Irene lectures, a finger pointedly thrown in his direction. When he doesn’t seem to get it, Yeri explains: “Imagine spending time on something, only for someone to say they’d wish you hadn’t done it all.” 

Jihoon, who’s been bristling like a disturbed cat up until now, softens in understanding. “Oh. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, our child, you’re learning,” Irene says, face turning back to her phone, as she apparently has lost interest in the conversation. 

You watch quietly with a bemused smile, having paused your ministrations on your face, brush held in the air before you. Jihoon’s eyes flicker over to you, an unreadable expression on his face. You meet his eyes in the mirror, pitch black and blank. You look away quickly.

You can feel him, still looking at you, and you feel self-conscious at the way you crooken your back to better focus on your face. What’s he thinking? That you look ugly? That your back is ugly? Your makeup?

“Are you okay, Y/n?” 

You freeze. His voice is soft as ever, and you understand now, better than ever, why he’s a music major, because it’s so melodious and sweet in your ears. All eyes in the room snap to you and you eye them all in the mirror. “Yep.” 

Yeri sighs, exasperated. “She’s been depresso for, like, a week.” 

“I’ve been fine,” you correct, smudging out the pencil on your lid. “I’ve been fineeee,” Yeri mocks, making her voice nasally and high. You glare at her through the mirror, but all she does is stick her tongue out at you. 

“I’m just stressed out, okay? I've got a lot on my plate,” you mumble bitterly, and it’s true, because every time you’re trying to do assignments, papers, write notes and focus in class, you think of him, and how he doesn’t want you. And one wrong thing leads to another, and then you’re thinking about how no one wants you, and you haven’t had a boyfriend since you entered college. And then it’s something about how you look, or it’s something about how you are, as a person, and you just sit at your desk with this terrible feeling in you gut, trying not to cry, or hoping that your sniffles don’t overpower Replay by Shinee blasting in Yeri’s headphones, as she’s eating crackers in bed, just a few feet away from you. 

“Just talk to us if you need anything, okay?” Seulgi frowns and you smile at her, hoping it looks convincing. She nods at you, turning back to her handheld mirror. But alas one person stays staring at you. You avoid his eyes, trying not to look like you’re about to cry.

“I can arrange a spa day? We can get our toes done,” Irene asks, and she wiggles her toes in the air for emphasis. “Ooo, yes!” Yeri exclaims. 

Finally, Jihoon’s attention is ripped from you, wincing at the thought of another person handling his feet. “Can I skip out on that, maybe?” 

Irene scratches her chin, pretending to think about it. Then she says, bluntly and directly: “Nah.” 

_____________________________

“Let me come with you to the spa!” 

“No! Jihoon, walk faster,” like a mother, Seulgi is grabbing Jihoon’s wrist and dragging him further from the tall, huge man behind you. Mingyu is following you all like a dog, whining and crying, and pouting. “Please, guys! I don’t wanna go with Seungcheol and Jeonghan, they’re mean!” 

“Spa day is for girls only!” Yeri yells over her shoulder, as the five of you stumble away from Mingyu, crying out to you. “What about him?” Mingyu yells and points. 

“Don’t listen to him, sweetie,” Seulgi tells Jihoon and he nods very seriously. “He’s our adopted son! Now shoo!” 

Finally Mingyu gives up the chase, and you disappear behind the outerwall, beginning down a busy street towards Irene’s favorite spa. “I don’t get how you’re friends with that guy,” Irene says, elbowing you, and you both snicker. “He’s a pup,” you shrug.

The streets are filled with people, the sun is shining, and it’s spring, and everything should be great, because you’re with your friends. But he’s here too. Swallowed up by his hoodie, pitch black in a sea of colors, he’s still here and his very presence has you tense, and yearning for the touch of a masseuse. The streets that had grown so familiar, that you thought you had learnt and mastered, had become so foreign, and you’re trying to escape into yourself, trying to find a backdoor out of the constant blabbering, teaching Jihoon the importance of gossip and female communication and companionship. These are your friends. The sadness eventually musters into frustration.

Soon enough, you’re sighing so hard you think your soul escapes with it through your mouth. A spa-worker begins massaging your feet, and working her thumbs into your sore soles. Irene laughs at your reaction, two seats over. “Told you all you needed was a spa day!” she beams. Yeah, a spa day and maybe a new friend group that wouldn’t adopt the guy who you should certainly not be around!

And speaking of him, he’s sitting in the chair right next to yours, grimacing and flinching back from the disdained worker. 

“What are you gonna tell her?” Yeri quips, smiling at the end of the row. Jihoon takes a second to snap out of his constant flinching, looking over at her nervously. “Oh, uh…” 

The girls are all looking at him expectantly, but you’re squeezing your eyes shut and wishing your ears could shut too. 

“Probably, like.. ‘Hey, I like you, would you maybe wanna go out on a date sometime?” 

“Pssh!”

“Absolutely not!”

“As if!” 

Jihoon is a little flabbergasted.

“Here’s what you’re actually gonna say,” Seulgi leans over in her chair towards him, directing him with a finger in her armrest. You hear Jihoon scramble in his chair, and you know he’s taking out that stupid notebook again.

Seulgi lowers her voice to mimic his, when she talks again: “‘Hi, crush, how are you?’ Wait for her response… Then: ‘I’ve always thought you were very beautiful. Your very presence takes my breath away. I would like to take you on a date, would that be okay with you?’ And be suave about it.” 

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH.”

Yeri and Irene burst into laughter, hitting the armrests of their chairs and covering their bright smiles with their hands. Even you snort in amusement. “What?!” Seulgi exclaims, outraged. “What’s so funny about that?” 

“Nothing, I just-...” Irene wafts herself, trying to ease away that tears of glee that spring in her eyes. “I can’t imagine any man, let alone our son, saying that to a woman.. Wow.” 

“It’s good! I would be flattered,” Seulgi defends herself viciously. Yeri snorts from her seat: “It’s not a drama, Seul!” 

“Well!” Seulgi scoffs, twisting her upper body to face Yeri now. “Maybe I would like my life to be a drama, thank you very much!” 

Their argument continues viciously, insults and laughter being thrown at each other left and right and you can almost begin to tune them own, letting the feeling of pads on your feet and a gentle, cool brush on the nail lure you to sleep.

Then there’s a hand on your forearm. You peek an eye open and see him - God, it just has to be him - leaning over his chair to gently grasp you. He looks at you through lashes, and he’s so sincere that it kills you when he says: “I can tell you’re not okay.” 

You’re a little taken aback, one second prior you were being lulled to sleep and now he’s talking to you, so low, so seriously, while the girls try to attack each other behind him. You wish your heart isn’t suddenly galloping, and you wish his warmth on your arm and radiating onto you isn’t so nauseating. “I-”

“Don't say you are, when you're not. You’re very obvious, you know?” he hums, smiling softly when he sees you flush from his intense gaze. You avert your eyes nervously. “Uhm. I just.. I don’t really want to talk about it, Hoon.” 

You flick your eyes back up to his to survey his reaction. His expression softens at the nickname, and he holds your gaze for a moment longer, before he nods in understanding, all the warmth of his closeness disappearing, when he sits back down in his seat.

“That’s okay,” he smiles at you in reassurance, and your heart leaps, and you can’t help but think that he doesn’t need anymore training to make his crush - whoever the lucky girl is - completely and totally happy for several lifetimes. 

He’s a beautiful, sun-beamed flower, where he sits, light flitting through the store-front windows. You’d be happy for several lifetimes. If only he wanted you. _____________________________

“What is going on?!” 

It’s Mingyu, and he’s somehow found you, as you’re trudging out of your latest class, suddenly hot on your trail and outraged about something or other. “What?” you mumble, heading to the cafe near the end of the hall.

“With Jihoon?! Why does he get to be your son when I don’t?!” Mingyu wafts his arms and pouts and you cringe, leaning away from his loud voice. “Ugh…” 

“I need to know why he was writing that girl code stuff, Y/n. Why is he suddenly allowed at girls’ nights, when I’ve been trying to get in for months?!” 

You take a turn into the cafe and sigh at how crowded it is, immediately placing yourself in line, Mingyu right behind you. “Calm down,” you say, just wanting a sandwich and maybe some peace and qui-

“I will not!” he snaps back, brows furrowed and a determined look on his face. You look up at him, pursing your lips in thought. Did Mingyu deserve to know? Maybe. He had been trying to get into girls’ nights forever, always going on about being ‘an honorary member’. 

“I’m not sure I can tell you- Hey, can I get a tuna sandwich, please?” You say, quickly turned to the clerk behind the counter. “I won’t tell anyone, pleaseee- Can you get me one of those too? Thanks.”

You’re handed your sandwiches, and you hold both of them, drifting over to a table by the window, both of Mingyu’s hands on your shoulders and his voice in your ear: “Please, please, please, pretty please with the sugar on top?”

You plop down in your seat, simply exasperated, and hand him his sandwich. He’s settling himself down when you answer: “Okay.”

“Yes!” Mingyu fists the air in victory, mumbling self-assured under his breath: “Begging always works.” You snort and take a big bite of your sandwich. 

“Stop eating and tell me!” he whines. “I’m hungry– Hey!” 

Mingyu snatches the sandwich right out of your hands and grins at you deviously, dancing with it. You hate him. You hate him, but it is a little endearing.

“Jihoon has a crush on some girl and he’s been writing down the girl code in an attempt to understand women,” you deadpan, and when Mingyu’s mouth and guard drops, you snatch your sandwich back and begin gulping down hungrily. 

“Are you shitting me?!” You shake your head.

“So, that's why he's allowed at girls’ night?” You nod your head. 

“So, that’s why you’ve been so down?” You almost choke on your food.

“What?” 

“Because you like him,” Mingyu says seriously and, with a totally stunned look on your face, you shark down the bits of sandwich in your mouth painfully. “How do you know that?!” you cry, head suddenly snapping in seventy different directions, relief washing over you, when none of your or Jihoon’s friends are around.

“Because you’ve been acting all weird around him since you fucked at Seungcheol’s Halloween party,” Mingyu shrugs. You wave your arms wildly.

“How do you know that?!” Whining, you throw yourself back in your seat, and bury your head in your hands. This couldn’t be happening. Your delicate secret, the one that could have - should have - simply faded away into summer, was now out and open, and you look out the window, and it’s spring.

“I know everything,” Mingu says ominously, giggling evilly.

“Mingyu, I will fucking kill you.”

“Fine! I needed to pee and you guys were super loud,” Mingyu pouts and takes a bite of his own sandwich. “No need to be so rude.” 

“I can’t believe you know,” you groan, head collapsing on the table. Mingyu, forever and always silly, finally softens and frowns. You’re scattered. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” 

“No,” you say. Then, a moment later (in true Girl Code fashion) you’re lifting your head from the table and burying it in your hands: “I just. I don’t know, Mingyu. I feel so pathetic for liking him after a one night stand! And now he’s doing all this for another woman and he’s with us all the time…I haven’t had a boyfriend in college, Mingyu. I just feel so…” There’s a pause, when you’re trying to find the right word, and Mingyu stops breathing, looking at you and fearing the worst. Then comes the word, ripping itself from your lips:

“Unlovable.” 

Mingyu’s frown deepens. Big, puppy Mingyu who’s always silly and happy, just slumps in on himself. “You’re not unlovable,” he mumbles, sounding genuinely disbelieving. You scoff.

“Thanks, Mingyu, it’s just.. That’s how it feels,” you admit, running a hand through your hair and looking at your half-eaten sandwich on the table. Mingyu’s quiet for a moment. When he speaks up again, he’s determined, and you can discern almost immediately that there’s no escaping this plan. Or he’ll for God’s sake start begging again.

“I’m going to wingman you,” he’s nodding to himself, and you can see the plan falling into place in his head, “I’m gonna wingman you and set you up with my friend at the party on Saturday!” 

“Please, don’t,” you groan half-heartedly, but a piece of you brightens with hope, with summer, like maybe this was the thing you needed to get over your schoolgirl-crush on Jihoon.

“No,” Mingyu responds simply. “This is happening.”  _____________________________

Indeed, it is happening. 

The frat house is practically bumping with each beat of whatever pop song is playing over the speakers, and you lean into the rhythm that reverberates in the kitchen table beneath your fingers.

You somewhat wish that you hadn’t been as excited for this as you were, that you hadn’t spent hours picking out the perfect pink dress and doing your makeup, and that you aren’t hopelessly dependant on Mingyu (of all people) to find you a fuck. But you are. Putting on that dress and hoop earrings and doing your hair and declining Yeri’s invitation to the girls’ (and Jihoon’s) pre-party, you feel like you’re scrambling, like constantly falling through the air, flailing for something to ground yourself on. 

Now, scanning over the tinted lights and the dancing people and feeling the slight, warm buzz of vodka in your blood, you know you need this. And still, you combat that slight anxiety, the insecurity that you hadn’t felt in years - what if Mingyu couldn’t find a single guy that wanted you? 

Mingyu doesn’t seem worried though.

“Okay! We just gotta figure out who to set you up with. Take your pick,” he places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing and gauging your reaction. Your brows furrow as you shrug. Somehow, even when half the guys are objectively hot, you can’t say you find yourself drawn to any of them. You don’t linger on the feeling, fearful that maybe you’ll realize all the things they’re missing, the things they’re falling short of, are just Jihoon’s traits. “I don’t know, man. I just-..” 

Mingyu senses your struggle and elects to give you his excellent guidance. “Alright, well you could do Joshua?” He’s pointing somewhere in the crowd, and sure enough, you notice Joshua, majoring in communications or something like that. “He’s a star: total hottie, super smart, sweet and considerate, and-” 

“And he fucked Yeri,” you deadpan, head lolling over to look at Mingyu disapprovingly. Mingyu’s mouth falls open: “What?!”

“Yeah, like, two months ago!” you argue, wafting your hands. Mingyu’s mouth stays open, and he’s seemingly totally appalled by this. 

“What?! Okay- nevermind. How about him?” He points his long limbs again, and this time you notice- 

You narrow your eyes confusedly. Hopefully Mingyu was not trying to set you up with the biggest player in your year? “Jeonghan?!” 

“What? No, the guy beside him, dickwad,” he playfully smacks the side of your head as you refocus your eyes. Indeed, a blonde guy is standing next to Jeonghan, seemingly whining at him. “Who’s he?” 

“Lee Chan. Super sweet, great bod, a little dumb, but very doting-” 

“Is he a freshman?!” you cry, almost as if it were a crime. Mingyu huffs. “You’re not making this easy, you know?!” 

“I’m not dating or fucking a freshman,” you cross your arms and Mingyu senses the air of finality in your words. He sighs, slumping behind you for a moment, before he spots something across the room.

“Wonwoo! What about him?” he doesn’t even bother pointing at this point, simply tilts your head towards the man, who was currently talking to Seungcheol a little ways from the kitchen. You spot him. You suppose you’d always been a little curious about Wonwoo. From what you’d seen of him in passing, he was sweet and polite, absolutely gorgeous and extremely smart. You nod solemnly.

“I could- I could see that,” you say and Mingyu’s eyes light up. He bounces victoriously, punching the air. “He’s great, you’re- you’re gonna love him,” Mingyu delights and before you can even get another word in, Mingyu’s yelling across the room: “Hey, Wonwoo! Wonwoo, scootch over here!”  

Your eyes widen in shock. “Wha- we’re doing this now? Just, on the fly? No warning?” 

“It’s fine,” Mingyu waves you off, eyes trained on where Wonwoo is now walking towards you. 

“Do I look okay?” your voice is wavering nervously. You still can’t help how you feel, even in your dress and your makeup. Where had all your confidence gone? The confidence with which you’d literally fucked Jihoon in a lobster-costume? Even the thought of him stings. Mingyu’s confident facade falters for only a split second at the vulnerability in your tone. His gaze softens and he looks at you: “You look great, N/n. Calm down, Wonwoo’s super nice.” 

“Hey, Gyu,” Wonwoo’s voice is cool, as he approaches Mingyu. Standing in front of you and Mingyu, he briefly scans you, then acknowledges you with a nod and a sweet smile. “Wonwoo, hey, you know, I was just wondering if you’ve already done the history paper?” 

Wonwoo is unamused. “I’m not doing your paper again, Mingyu.” 

“Oh well, shucks, that’s simply too bad,” Mingyu (poorly) feigns annoyance and defeat, before he’s grabbing your shoulder. “Anyway, Wonwoo, have you met my very good friend, Y/n?” 

You fake a smile, hoping the absolute pain of the current interaction was not showing on your face. If you’d known Mingyu was this bad at wing-manning, you would’ve gladly put up with his begging instead. You want to crawl into a hole and die, because based on Wonwoo’s smug smile, he has a pretty good understanding of what’s happening.

“Whoops, look at the time!” Mingyu looks at his wrist. He is not wearing a watch. “Damn, I guess I gotta go and- and leave my two good friends alone with each other, such a shame, uh, anyway!” As he speaks he backs further and further from you, trying to ignore the glare in your eyes, before he’s bolting at his last word. 

There’s an awkward silence as soon as Mingyu’s gone. You feel like an unshelled turtle. You purse your lips and stare at your heel-clad feet. 

“So, Mingyu was trying to wingman you?” Wonwoo’s voice is deep and bemused. You look at him in horror, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.

“Yeah,” your breathe, and he immediately begins laughing. “Sorry about that, he was- he was just trying to be helpful, although it’s hard to defend him right now.” 

“He’s wingmanned me before, too,” Wonwoo muses and, thank God, this was actually a good thing. You find a balance on the common ground. “Really?” you grin, looking up at him.

“Yep,” Wonwoo admits, “safe to say I did not get my dick wet.” 

You laugh hard, and it feels like a switch has flipped inside you, restarting your joy-generator, because you’re laughing and hitting Wonwoo’s arm, and he’s smiling because he’s just made a pretty girl laugh. 

“He’s so bad!” you say when you’re done laughing. “Everytime!” Wonwoo drawls, “Everytime he pulls that shit and he’s never wearing a watch!” 

You and Wonwoo laugh together, throwing (good-hearted) snarky comments about Mingyu around, and your cheeks are rosy and shining in the kitchen-light. Finally, party still bumpin’ and pumpin’ in the near distance, your laughter dies down and you’re both half-leaning against the counter. Wonwoo looks down at you with a smug smile. 

“What?” you ask, growing insecure again under his gaze. He hums.

“So you asked for me?” 

“Hm?” 

“When Mingyu was wingmanning you,” Wonwoo reminded you, tilting his head. “You asked for me?” 

“I-” you stutter, and your heart clenches nervously, because if things had been right, if things were different at least, you would have asked for Jihoon. It’s this gut-punching guilt. It feels wrong to use him, Wonwoo, to overcome Jihoon. “He was laying down my options.” 

“Options?” Wonwoo quips, brow raised questioningly, but he doesn’t interrogate further. Instead, he leans his head down, so he’s much, much closer to you, breathing hitting your face when he whispers: “But you wanted to fuck me. Isn’t that right?” 

You gulp. His presence is almost suffocating. Avoiding his eyes, you flicker them onto the dancefloor, where- 

Where Jihoon is storming out of the house. 

You squeeze your eyes shut - something Wonwoo thinks is out of embarrassment, from the question he’s just asked you - and try to refocus on Wonwoo. Try to ignore how the thoughts about Jihoon come bubbling in your head. It was probably something with his crush. You want to do nothing more than comfort him, hold him, steal away every bad thought he may ever have. 

You open your eyes, hoping that somehow seeing Wonwoo’s face would fill you with a need for him - him, and not Jihoon - but seeing him in the low lighting only serves as a reminder that Wonwoo is not him. 

“I’m- I’m so sorry, Wonwoo. I gotta go. I’m really, really sorry-” you say suddenly, and immediately you’re scurrying towards the door. Wonwoo frowns, eyes following you in your path. “Did I- Did I make you uncomfortable?” 

“No, you were hot!” you say absent-mindedly, before you’re disappearing into the entrance, and then further along, out the door.

Wonwoo stands alone at the counter, still somewhat leaned towards your ghost in front of him, and shakes his head in confusion. “What the fuck?”  _____________________________

“Jihoon?” 

You exit just in time to see him, stomping on the other side of the road, armless denim jacket wafting in the wind. It’s spring, just warm enough that you’re not freezing, but still cold enough that you curl your arms around yourself. Your hair blows gently. It smells distantly like flowers. 

He turns around at your voice. When he does, you know your suspicions were right. He looks so defeated. His gorgeous long hair, that usually only makes you clench your thighs together, is limp and drags him downwards. His arms hang similarly at his sides, fists clenched at the bottom, causing veins to ripple along the forearms. He stands just below a street light, spot-lighted, as if on a stage.

“Leave me alone!” he yells out to you across the road, voice breaking halfway. This does nothing to dampen his demeanor - this tough front, this anger he suddenly carries. You still in the grass beside the road, looking at him pleadingly. He can’t hold your gaze.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, Jihoon,” you begin, choosing your words carefully. “But I can just.. Support you. You don’t have to be alone right now.” 

This almost seems to piss him off more, clenching his jaw, sharply defined by the harsh shadows, and steering his head away from you, like a sunflower following the sun in the sky. It hurts your heart. The way he almost seems angry with you. And yet again you’re made to feel pathetic for following him out here. Like you’re on your knees and he’s standing there in front of you, spitting on you. Why does it hurt so much? You almost wish you’d stayed with Wonwoo - that you’d followed him to his room and let him fuck you and pretended you weren’t thinking about him the entire time.

“Shouldn’t you go back inside?” he’s prickling with hostility. “You seemed like you were having a good time.”

“Jihoon,” you say breathlessly. “None of us is having a good time if you’re not.” 

Whatever cog you unturned, whatever screw you unscrewed, Jihoon’s tightly wound posture unwinds, and he softens and withers before you, one hand clamping over his eyes. You take this as a sign to move towards him, heels clicking on the asphalt warning him of your advance. It’s deadly quiet, save for the heartbeat of the frat house behind you.

“I’m sorry,” he says, finally lowering his hand and looking at you. You smile sympathetically, relief flooding you, when he lets you gently place a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.” 

The two of you begin to walk in silence, and you recognize it as the path that leads back to the dormitory. It’s calm, steps becoming rhythmic and breeze easing your muscles with its cool touch. You study his face as it’s lit and unlit by the systemic presence of street lights. You’re able to put your own feelings aside for him, to be a martyr, and to sacrifice yourself to comfort him. It feels like cutting your own throat to talk to him about another woman, a woman he loves, truly, but you know it must be done.

“So,” you muster finally. “What happened in there?” 

He scoffs bitterly, looking at the pavement underneath his shoes. You frown. “Nothing happened.” 

“Nothing?” you repeat, a little confused.

“I didn’t tell her.” 

“Oh.” 

You’re honestly not the best comforter, you realize, cringing and hoping you’re not making it worse by talking to him about it. You see the faint outline of the dormitory at the end of the street. 

“Why not?” you quip quietly. His mouth makes a tight line. He breathes out shakily, and you fear you’re riling him up again by asking further.

“She was talking to some other guy,” Jihoon says, eyes flitting to yours before immediately ducking back to the pavement. You furrow your brows. Could it be you? That thought nurtures the spring garden in your stomach, the one you’d been trying to kill. But the insecurity that had come with it, and with him, only manages to squander that light.

“I’m sorry that happened,” you say softly, hand finding his arm, but he pulls it away from you immediately. Ouch. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles without humor. 

Finally, you decide to just shut up, to stop pushing him when he’s so vulnerable, but this time it’s Jihoon who doesn’t stop speaking. “You know,” he begins and again he’s laughing, but you can tell it’s only a cheap plaster for the pain in his voice, “I’d memorized that- that confession thing Seulgi made. And I followed all the- the style advice and the-” his voice breaks and he hisses at how pathetic it sounds. “Everything. I did everything,” he summarizes finally and when you look you see orbs of tears forming at his waterline, like the dew drops that sparkle on leaves in spring. 

You don’t know what to say. It’s almost too hard to see him like this. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, but Jihoon shakes his head.

“Stop saying that,” his voice is harsher, groggier, thick and stained by the sobs in his throat. You pause your steps. You’re standing in the yard outside the dormitory now. Hundreds of windows become an audience to where you now stand before each other. 

“Why?” you ask. 

“Because-” he wipes the tears away aggressively, composing himself before he finally, finally looks at you. “Because you’re gonna make me think that you actually care.” His voice is suddenly laced with venom again. The hostility that you’d tamed returns and it’s so much stronger, more bitter. You’re taken aback.

“I-I do care? Why do you think I don’t care-” 

“Oh, please, Y/n. You didn’t want me at your girls’ nights or at spa day or fucking whatever. You didn’t- You don’t care about my book or my crush or my-” 

“I do care!” you interrupt, voice stern and much louder. “What, you think I follow you out of parties for fun? Because I don’t care about you? And yeah, maybe I didn’t want you at the girls’ nights, but what does that matter-” 

“It matters because!–” he stops himself in his tracks, hand coming out to halt you. “Fuck it, wait here,” he orders, and suddenly he is trudging into the darkness of the courtyard. You stand still, flabbergasted, and thoroughly confused. It’s so dark you can’t even see what he’s doing, only hear him in the dirt, silhouette blending into the shadows. Then, he’s walking back to you and you finally see him. 

There are flowers in his hands. 

It’s a makeshift bouquet, held tightly in between his veiny, pale hands, consisting of flowers that grow in the courtyard, red, yellow and lilac. It’s a slow-burning realization as he stands himself before you, looking into your eyes with a sincerity that is laced with pain. You know this part of the girl code. 

“Hi, Y/n, how are you?” he breathes, and his voice is shaking and he’s looking at you and practically begging you to play along - to indulge him, even if you would turn your back on him. You can hardly register anything but him and those flowers, because your surroundings, the moon, the stars, the shadows and the streets are overpowered by the blooming in your chest. A single flower unfurls the pedals of your heart until you are open before him. You meet his eyes.

“I’m good.” 

He nods. 

“I’ve always thought you were very beautiful,” it almost seems like it physically pains him to admit these breathless feelings. “Your very presence takes my breath away. I would like to take you on a date,” another pained, gulping pause. “Would that be okay with you?”

It’s as if time has stopped in this moment; how his chest rises and falls under his shirt, how his hair gently nuzzles his face, how his eyes blear out at you from underneath his bangs, how he glows in the moonlight, and how his hands shake around the stems of the flowers. 

“Was I..” his voice is hoarse, “Was I suave about it?” 

“Yes,” is all you can manage, because all those flowers that you had stomped into a half-death were coming alive again and this time it was more than welcome.

“Yes?” 

“Yes, you can take me on a date,” you break into a wide smile and, upon realizing you probably look like an idiot, you lower your gaze and your warm, shining cheeks to the pavement. He gasps, and it’s probably the cutest thing you’ve ever heard.

“But- you and Wonwoo-?” 

“Do you wanna know why I was even talking to Wonwoo?” you ask, and when you meet his eyes again, he’s also smiling. You can’t help but reach out a hand to wrap around one of his, still frozen in holding the flowers. He quickly maneuvers the bouquet to the other hand and intertwines your fingers. Your heart soars. “Mingyu found out that I was sad because you had a crush on someone - I didn’t think it was me, you know? So he promised to wingman me at this party.” 

“Son of a bitch,” Jihoon whispers, and you laugh, feeling so floaty and lovely. “Don’t call him that,” you say, but Jihoon only smiles cheekily, eyes matching the crescent moon in the sky above you.

“No, I meant me,” he says. He looks down at the flowers and frowns. “Is that why you were so quiet? On girls night?” 

You nod and he sighs. “I’m such an idiot.” 

“No, you’re not. You’re so sweet,” you say genuinely, and Jihoon nearly melts at how much you mean it. There’s something so wonderful about the way all the words, that he would never use to describe himself, float around your head and sparkle in your eyes in this moment, looking up at him.

Jihoon needs to kiss you.  He’s not sure he’s ever needed anything as badly. He rips his free hand from yours only to place it tenderly against your cheek, pulling your face and your warmth into him, bouquet held out at his side to allow you snugly in his chest. 

His lips are so soft and his nose nuzzles your own, plush hair tickling your forehead, and his huffed out breaths dance along your cheeks. Your lips mod perfectly, unlocking the shackles with which that earth-shattering yearning had held onto you. The world is anguish but will momentarily and suddenly be interrupted,  cleaved apart with a sudden gash, by a planet-killer: love. 

You truly don’t mean to make it heated, hell, you’d be content just kissing him forever, feeling how his tongue prods at your lips and meets your own, but his sculpted chest under your fingers draws out a pathetic moan. His eyebrows spring up and he pulls back to look at you. You blush under his gaze, fiddling with your dress.

“Holy fuck, that was so fucking hot,” he gasps, lips swollen from your insistent sucking on them, panting into the night air. You brighten at his compliment. “Inside. Now. To my room.” 

“You know, girl code says to not have sex before on the third date,” you say smugly, unprepared when his free hand pushes you back into his chest, and his lips drag over half of your face, finding home at your ear. His voice is a growl: “Fuck. Girl code.” 

He begins a somewhat dramatic march to the front door and you can’t help but run after him, taking his hand, and seeing how he smiles at that feeling. He looks so happy. Your heart skips a beat, because it’s you - you’re the one making him so happy. 

And he’s so hot, it’s all you can think about as he drags you along the corridors, how nice his arms look in the sleeves denim, how pretty his hair is, his fucking face, and the chest you just barely felt under your fingertips. You’re watching doors pass in a monotonous routine, jittery and unable to wait for the one that might be his, for him to take you through it, and for you to bloom, totally and perfectly under him.

“Fucking finally,” he breathes, voice gruff and much lower than you’re used to when he stops at his door, fishing for his keys in his pocket. It enters the lock and with a click, everything you fantasized about is opening to you. 

As soon as you’re inside, he’s kicking the door shut and pushing you against the wall, nails gripping into your dress, when he finally drops the makeshift bouquet on his nightstand. He cries out into your mouth at the way your chest bounces from the impact, immediately capturing your lips in his again. 

You can’t help the way you’re tugging at his hair, trying to ground yourself in the feeling of him, when he shoves a thigh between your legs. You moan into his mouth, rutting into him, while his wandering hands pull your skirt up you to pool around your waist. He pulls back to look at you, how your hips cant into his strong, big thigh, and how your pink, lacey panties cling to your wet pussy. 

“Off,” he mumbles, apparently having decided that the simple tugging of the fabric of your dress won’t be enough. You turn around in a daze, not even uttering a word, simply shoving the zipper at the back of it. 

Jihoon groans, he has to, seeing the way you stick out your ass to him, while your hand lay flat on the wall. You shake your hips teasingly at him, and his hands float to your ass, petting it and squeezing it in his fingers, and biting his lips because it looks so fucking good and plump, and there’s a wet spot in your panties. He grabs your hips and rubs his dick into you. You gasp at the feeling, nails scratching against the wall.

“You make me so hard, baby,” he says breathlessly, unable to help himself humping against you, pre-cum spilling from his tip. “Shit,” he grunts, and you’re squeezing your eyes closed at the outline of his dick pressing into your pussy. 

Finally Jihoon collects himself and his cold hands drag the zipper down. The top of your dress loosens and slides down your shoulders, where Jihoon aids you in slipping it off. His hands spin you around, finally taking a breath to marvel your bare chest in front of him. 

You blush, suddenly so bashful, when just before you were wiggling your ass at him. You curl your arms over your chest, but Jihoon’s own come to stop them. “No, no, no, no,” he tuts, almost sad, “why are you doing that?” 

You don’t answer immediately, but apparently it’s not a rhetorical question. His hands intertwine with yours to prevent you from covering yourself up. “Uh, I don’t know,” you stammer sheepishly, “I don’t wanna, like, kill the mood or any-” 

“You’re not killing the mood, pretty,” Jihoon whispers so, so achingly sincere and your heart hurts. 

“Sorry, it was just-” 

“Don’t say sorry,” he lectures, interrupting again. He tilts his head and he looks at you with a flaming intensity. “Try again.” 

You pause, flustered out of your mind.

“I-I’ve just been feeling a little insecure lately, I guess,” you say and you’re positive your face is beet-red, but if it is Jihoon says nothing, only pouts and releases one hand only to direct your eyes back to his with a hand on your chin. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” he says and even when you seek it out, you can’t find even the slightest hint of lying in his voice. “I want to show you, but I can’t do that if you cover up. Understand?” 

You nod, lips breaking into a little smile, that his heart becomes hot like the spring-sunshine. “Okay,” you say and he smiles brightly, releasing your chin from between his fingers. 

He guides you onto the bed, but it’s no longer heated and rushed, it’s so soft and gentle, and he pulls off your underwear only after you whisper in agreement, and then he lowers himself into it, again, only allowing himself the pleasure when you whisper a strained yes and nod vigorously. 

He fully makes out with your pussy - his lips are wrapped around your clit, licking and sucking it, and fucking moaning into it, sending vibration straight to the coil in your stomach. You’re moaning so loud, broken cries bouncing off the walls, while your finger wrap into his hair and your legs thrash. His tongue flattens against your folds, then dips down to trail around your slit. 

“Jihoon!” you cry, hips bucking into his mouth. He groans again, releasing your pussy with a soft pop. “Fuck, baby, keep saying my name like that.” And then his face disappears in your pussy again.

And you do, everytime his nips and gums on your sensitive folds, tongue trailing back up to your nub to fully envelop it. He sucks, hard. And you think you might cum the second you look at him, because the image of his full head of hair buried in between your legs and lapping like a starved man is so pornographic, your head spins.

He might go insane from just the taste of you, he realizes, because even when you cry that you’re cumming, and your legs shake around his head and your pussy is soaked with your cum, he can’t bring himself to pull away, strong arms wrapping around stomach to still you as you begin to wiggle from the feeling of his tongue just continuing to lap at you.

“Jihoon! Fuck, t-too much,” you whimper and the sound shoots straight to his cock. He finally pulls away, eyes still trained on your pretty cunt, and the way it clenches around nothing. “Clenching so hard, sweetheart, only for there to be nothing, shouldn’t we fix that?” he hums, leaning down to trail his finger through your folds, gathering your wetness on its tip.

You whimper uncertainly, when he crawls back over your body, hair tickling your face when hovers just above you and he shushes your pathetic squeaks. He pushes the wet finger into your mouth and you suck obediently. “Shh, baby, just taste yourself on my finger, how can you be insecure with a pussy like that, hm?” 

You cry around his single digit, tongue sliding over it eagerly. He wants to fuck your face, the way your pretty, plump lips wrap around his finger, but he’ll save that for another time. “Shh, baby, I know. You’ll be stuffed full of cock soon, don’t worry,” he rasps soothingly, and slips his drenched finger from your mouth. 

Finally, he rips the denim jacket off, white tee following soon after, and you’re left, mouth gaping, at the how toned his stomach is, how big his pecs are and how fucking thick his arms are at his side. 

“You’re so fucking hoot, Hoonie,” you drawl, making grabby hands to urge him back to you. He smiles at those words, even gains a small dusting of pink on his cheeks, but he shakes his head. “Gotta get my pants off, baby.” 

“Hurry up,” you grin playfully, and he scoffs at you from where he stands, pants and boxers coming off in one fell swoop. “So needy,” he mumbles to himself, but you can tell by the overjoyed expression on his face, that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. 

His cock is finally freed, and your eyes float to it, drinking in the sight of him. He’s so pretty and so red, and a single vein creeps up its curved surface towards the oozing head. You gulp, eyes sparkling. 

“Wan’ it in my mouth,” you mumble, where you’re now half sitting up and glowing from your first orgasm. Jihoon looks at you and laughs, as he climbs on top of you again. 

His face hovers over yours, finger carding through your hair tenderly. He looks in your eyes. “Yeah?” he asks.

“Yeah.” 

He coos at you, eyes flickering to your lips for a moment, and you feel his cock twitch where it rests heavily on your stomach. “Not right now, pretty, I wanna fuck you.” 

“You don’t have to cum-” you reason, mouth practically watering at the thought of having him in your mouth. He stops you though, hand still brushing through your hair, so delicately, as if you were a lily, or a rose, or a tulip.

“I’m not gonna be able to hold back if you look at me like that with my fucking cock in your mouth,” he whispers, and it’s so intimate, despite being so vulgar. How warm you both are, naked and holding onto each other and his dick is oozing onto your stomach and your pussy is leaking onto his sheets. “Like that,” Jihoon emphasizes, when you look up at him adoringly. You smile. 

“Okay,” you say, a determined look on your face, “later then.” 

He laughs. “Eager baby. Relax, you’re gonna get a pussy full of cock now, your mouth can wait.” 

You wanna retort, say something snarky, anything, but you’re abruptly interrupted by the feeling of his cock pushing into you. You moan and your nails claw at his back, because it’s so big and so raw in your pussy, you feel that fucking vein dragging against your walls. “Shit, Hoonie. Fuck, fuck.” 

He’s groaning too, hands on your waist and face in your neck. “So fucking tight, so pretty.” 

You’re both panting when his cock is fully nestled inside you, sitting snug against your walls. You look up at him and he’s pretty, all flushed and lips swollen, and the sight makes you clench. He hisses, jerking abruptly, making the both of you moan. 

“Fuck, baby, can’t just clench on me like tha-” 

“Please, please, just fuck me now, can’t wait anymore!” you cry, clawing at him, nails raking over his flexed biceps, where he holds onto you. And he can’t help but fulfill your wish.

You honestly don’t know where he gets his stamina, because the second you’re done asking, he’s ramming into you so hard and so fast, your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a long whine. The whole bed is shaking from the impact, as his hips sheath and unsheath from your warm, welcoming pussy. 

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he drawls, hands trailing up from your waist to your bouncing chest, thumbing over your nipples. “Bet Wonwoo wishes he got to see you like this, hm?” 

The way your pussy has his cock in a chokehold, the way you’re lying beneath, it has him fully dazed, and now he babbles all that comes to mind. “Yeah, but you’re mine, princess. No one else gets to see you like this, no one else can have you crying like this for their cock, right?” 

“N-No one else,” you whimper, sopping cunt clenching and unclenching around his dick. “That’s right,” he pants, humid breath on your cheek, “Say you’re mine, pretty girl, say you’re fucking mine.” 

“A-ah, ‘m yours, Hoonie,” you cry and he thinks he might cum just like that, at your blissed face, glowing beneath him, and your pussy sucking him in, and you obeying him thoughtlessly. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he rewards you by dragging his hand down your stomach to rub your clit. Your whole body convulses into his, hands dragging over his big arms for support. “Come on, sweetheart, cum on my cock now.” 

And you do, the tension in your stomach tightening beyond what you can take, before it finally unfurls, and it blooms, and it’s spring, and your squirting all over Jihoon’s abs, because God, he’s so fucking hot and he fucks you silly with his dumb, big muscles and his dumb, cute face.

The sight of your squirting, thrashing and shaking underneath him is all he needs. Jihoon shoots you full of his cum, making you feel so full and wet, before he finally halts his rutting hips, stilling on top of you. 

You’re both panting. You’re sweating so much, your hair sticks to your forehead, and you’re gasping for air. Jihoon is still on top of you, holding himself up somehow, and licking at your neck appreciatively. 

There’s a pause, where you’re basking in each other's warmth, and there’s so much love between you it’s almost suffocating. Then you're narrowing your eyes at the head of hair in your neck, growing suspicious. 

“... Are you still hard?” 

He laughs into your neck, peering up at you with a sheepish smile.

“Are you still open to that dick-sucking thing?” _____________________________

“So,” Yeri trails off.

You’re sitting in front of her, Seulgi and Irene at the campus cafe after a thorough round of congratulating you and Jihoon’s new relationship. They’d been both surprised and somehow not-at-all-surprised. 

“He can’t come to girls night anymore,” Irene states the obvious, and immediately you, Seulgi and Yeri are nodding along. 

“Thank God, I wasn’t the only one thinking that.” 

“It just wouldn’t work,” you supply, agreeing. 

There’s a pause. Seulgi pouts. “I can’t believe we don’t have a son anymore. They grow up so fast,” she says and she sounds genuinely sad about it.

You sigh a little, debating whether or not to play this card. Then you say: “I know someone who would like to be our son.” 

“Oh, no..”

“Don’t say..” 

“Yep,” you shrug, and then you hear him. Lumbering clumsily down the hall, like a galloping horse. 

“I HEAR THERE’S A NEW POSITION OPEN DURING GIRLS NIGHTS!!!!! I MADE MUFFINS!!”

Mingu is running through the cafe, dodging stools and chairs like he’s on Ninja Warrior. 

Irene frowns. “I guess he’ll do as our new son.” 

“We can always kick him out if he gets too annoying,” Yeri shrugs, just in time for Mingyu to stand before your table with a fresh tray of muffins. 

“Yes!” he cries with glee, voice incredibly high because he just can’t believe it.

“Begging always works!”

#svt smut #svt x reader #woozi smut #woozi angst #woozi fluff #woozi x reader #svt woozi x reader #lee jihoon x reader #jihoon x reader #jihoon smut #svt angst

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Hello. Can I request a fic where g!p nat is fucking R so damn good and hard and one of their kids hears R's scream at night wherein the said kid started banging the door asking if mommy R is alright and if daddy nat is hurting R. 😭

"Stop Hurting Her!"

WARNINGS: smut! Nat has a dick, oral (Natasha receiving), fingering (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), daddy kink, degradation, fluff at the end ;)

WORDS: 1,753

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x milfy reader

A/N: whoever wrote this request needs a hug, and like multiple kisses on the face fr. also the poor child 💀

It was around 1 in the morning, and you and Natasha had just put the children to bed, cleaned up the kitchen, and gone back into the bedroom.

It wasn't too hot outside, but the fan was kept on, keeping a cool breeze in the air. The moon's glow was covered by stormy clouds, it was going to rain soon. The ex-assassin sat up in bed, awaiting you, her wife to come back to bed.

were in the bathroom, changing out of your clothes to a lacey, maroon bra and matching panties. You went into the closet and took a few minutes to pick out a silk robe to wear with it. Considering your wife's missions and the kids you two had to deal with, you both never got the chance to be intimate with one another besides sleeping in bed together and having casual pecks on the cheek or lips. You decided on picking a simple black robe and slipped it onto your lingerie-clad body. With one last look in the mirror, you opened the bathroom door and stepped in the room.

“Natasha.” you called out to her, a slight smile on your lips as you watched your wife turn around. “Babe–” her eyes wandered to your waist, a light blush on her cheeks as she admired your body and curves. She couldn't lie that she felt a strain in her pants as you inched closer to her, “hi darling..” you said, getting down on your knees in front of her. “Take them off my love.” she assumed you meant her pants, so she took them off. Your breath hitches slightly as you looked at her size, but not caring enough to complain. All that mattered to you was pleasing her right now.

“Fucking hell..” she groaned when she felt a pair of plump lips around her tip. You hummed around her cock, the vibrations of your muffled moans causing her dick to twitch in your mouth. You slowly sucked on her erect length, flattening your tongue along her veins and tip. You could taste her so clearly, but you wanted more. You had your hand on her knee as you moved your head up and down her thick cock. “Feels so good, fuck– baby, keep going..”

You sinked her length further into your mouth, pushing her dick deeper into your mouth. She brings her hand down to your hair, threading her fingers gently through your hair strands. She gripped onto your hair, forcing you to take more of her down your throat. You licked and sucked her cock with desperation, desperate to have her cum in your mouth. “mmh..” she moaned softly, throwing her head back as her orgasm washed over her. You felt two ropes of thick cum pouring into your mouth. You swallowed it all down, continuing your movements even though you struggled to swallow her fully. You gagged as her tip hit the back of your throat, tears pricking your eyes as your breathing started to cut off.

“Fuck– detka.” she pulls out of your mouth, “you alright baby?” you nod. “mhm! I am don't worry darling.” you reassure her, wrapping your hand around her length. You pump your hand upwards to jerk her off. She groaned as she felt the need for release once more. “Are you gonna cum Natty?” she nods before sputtering white liquid all over your face. “Natasha!” you flutter your eyes open, scoffing at her. She smirks, grabbing you by the chin to look at your fucked out face. “On the bed printsessa.” you comply, getting up from the floor and onto the bed.

She pulls you in for a slow, sensual kiss. Tasting herself on your lips. “Lie down baby, daddy wants to make you feel good too.” you smile at her, lying down on your back.

“Such a good little slut..” she mutters, taking her hand to your covered breasts, groping them harshly. “you all this just to impress me?” you meekly nodded, “you're daddy's whore hm?” she chuckled as you squirmed underneath her. “Natasha just touch me already.” she raised a brow at you, “you needy little bitch. You need me that badly?” you roll your eyes at her. Could she stop teasing already? You were sure that your panties were absolutely drenched by now.

“Alright fine, I'll stop teasing. Just this once.” she said, lowering her hand down to rid you of your panties. The robe you had on rode up to your hips, she dragged a finger across your glistening folds, peeking up at how your face scrunched up as she continued working on your dripping pussy. “oh fuck daddy..” your back lifts off the bed, arching slightly as you desperately grind your clit on her fingers. “Nat– ” she slid a finger into your cunt, your walls immediately gripping her. “God, you're so tight baby.” she sneaked in a second finger, shoving her digits deep into your hole.

“Shit– right there Tasha! oh my God!” she curled her fingers, stretching you out in the best way possible. “daddy I'm gonna–” you clenched your thighs around her hand as she kept fucking you with her fingers. “Natasha!” you cried out, your nails digging into the bedsheets as you came.

“Can you go on longer detka?” she whispered, rubbing her palm down your back in a soothing manner. Her fingers inside you weren't enough, she needed to feel you fall apart with her cock shoved deep into your pussy.

You took a few seconds to control your breathing before you could respond, “y- yeah hold on darling.” you propped your body up with your elbows as you sat up on the bed. “Take that off. I need to see all of you kotenok.” you giggled as she brought her hands down to untie the robe off of your body. “You make me crazy moya lyubov.” she mumbles against your neck, placing her lips on your burning skin. “Natasha..” she sucks slowly on your sensitive skin, “oh fuck me.” you gasped softly as she unclasped your bra off, her mouth still on your neck. “I'm planning on it.” you could practically hear the smirk in her tone as she picked you up on her lap.

“..Natty?” your voice wavered as you felt her palms brush against your uncovered breasts. “yeah?” she looked up at the expressions you were making for her, a loving smile as she admired your beauty. “a– ahn! Tasha..” you moan as she rubs the pad of her thumb across your nipple. Your chest felt as if it was on fire, a burning desire, a desire for her touch. She chuckled under her breath, “you want me to ruin you krasivaya?” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded. 

You slightly split your legs, shifting your position on her lap. You slowly lowered yourself onto her dick, your brows scrunching up and your mouth parting as her length pushed it's way inside of your cunt. She allowed you to stay on her lap for a while until she flipped you back onto the bed. “Natasha!” you said, your words muffled as your face was flat on the mattress. She briefly paused before grabbing a fistful of your hair in her hand. “Can I move?” you nodded. With your permission, she started thrusting into you at a quick pace.

“mmh– fuck! Yes!” you screamed out as she slammed her cock deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot in your cunt. Natasha groaned as your walls clenched around her cock. Loud, almost pornographic moans slip past your lips as she pounded into you. “Just like that daddy! oh my God Natasha!” she moaned softly as her tip hit your cervix, earning a slutty moan from you. “Harder! ngh– fuck me harder darling!”

You couldn't get enough of her, you needed this moment to last longer. She pulled out, only to slam fully back into your aching cunt. “Daddy ’m so close..” she brought her gaze down to you, her piercing green eyes looking deep into yours. “Cum for me detka.” you dug your nails into her back as you came all over her cock, “ah! Nat– Natty oh you feel so good!”

She continued her movements, slowly thrusting into you. “You want me to cum inside you baby?” you obediently nod your head. “Gonna fill you up kotenok!” she grunted as she slid in and out of your pussy. With a snap of her hips, she buried her cock deep inside you and came into you, filling you up to the brim. You whimpered as she kept going on, “oh Natasha! Fuck!” you gripped onto her back like there was no tomorrow.

To both of your dismay, a loud banging on the bedroom door followed by a “mommy! Mama!” pulls you out of your lustful trance. “Shit.” you quietly squeaked as she pulled out of you and tossed you the robe that she threw down on the floor not too long ago.

You quickly put your robe on and helped your wife get dressed as fast as you could. “uh.. who is it?” you yell out before opening the door. “ ’s Alex mommy!” you sighed and opened the bedroom door. “What is it sweetie?” he rubbed his eyes, which you'd find adorable if he hadn't have interrupted you and Natasha just now. “Mama stop hurting mommy!” he huffed, putting his hands on his hips.

You turn to look at your wife with a confused expression on your face, mouthing the word, “what?” to her. “What are you talking about buddy?” she said, approaching the toddler cautiously. “Mommy– she was screaming and crying.” that's when you lost it. You burst out laughing, quickly bringing your hand to your face in order to help contain your laughter. “Alex I- I wasn't hurting your mom okay?” he shook his head in disagreement, “then why was mommy crying?” she bit back a laugh as well, slowly trying to calm down her concerned son. “She.. she was laughing! Y'know, when mommy laughs too much, she sometimes cries.”

“ohhh.. really?” the once worried little boy was more curious now than concerned. “Yes, now I think it's too late for you to be up buddy.” she quickly ushered the toddler out of the bedroom and closed the door shut.

She walked over to you and placed her lips over yours, hungrily kissing you. “Round 2?” you smile at her words. “I thought you'd never ask.” she shoved you onto the bed once again.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

[jamil-s-wifey]

Hello :3 Can I get a long scenario with my dearest Jamil?

I really love him so much >///< so here is my scenario, I hope you can accept

Jamil got sick and has a fever. MC stayed beside him and nursed him for 3 days without blinking and finally he recovered. He started to remember her care during his illness after his fever dropped. And when he woke up, MC hugged him tightly. A bit long, huh? 😅 I would be happy with little NSFW, not gonna lie.

Well hello there, fellow Jamil enthusiast~ It has certainly been a hot minute, hasn't it? It is my utmost pleasure to present you with the *long-awaited* scenario at hand! A bit of NSFW, some heart-warming fluff and Jamil finally getting a GODDAMN break, coming right up! It's not full on NSFW, just a lil bit, as requested, I don't know why it turned out like that- still, I hope this is good! (Tbh, it fits the scenario)

P.S. This hit close to home, I used to be a very sickly child and I still catch all sorta sicknesses a lot easier than normal people. So, what he will experience here is all based on very PERSONAL and very SALTY experience. 🙃

"What am I gonna do with you? You can't keep pushing yourself so much!" You murmured, pressing a cold cloth to Jamil's forehead as he slept soundly.

.......

Jamil hated being sick. Pretty normal right? Everybody hates being sick.

But to Jamil, sickness meant pushing through and continuing with his chores, regardless of his wellbeing. Imagine cooking above a hot stove with a high temperature. Can't be pleasant, can it?

But even the hardest stones could crack under enough force - such is the way the world works. It was towards the end of the day, as Jamil was preparing Kalim's dinner, when he felt his body give out under him. All day he'd been going around with a fever, he felt as if his own body was rotting on the inside, screaming at him to stop and have a break. His eyes were watery and felt as though they were burning in his eye sockets.

He couldn't even reach a chair to sit, before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor - too dizzy and too weak. Rarely did he ever get this sick, but this time it was bad. He moved to a more comfortable position and remained like that, trying to gather enough strength to get some medicine..... He most certainly didn't realise he'd fallen asleep, too tired to move, nor did he hear Kalim's worried voice when he found him on the floor in the kitchen.

And Kalim? Kalim was terrified! Quickly he called on his dorm members to move him to his room and immediately called you, crying on the phone, worried that Jamil might never wake up. (That's not how colds work, Kalim-) Worried about Jamil, you immediately rushed to the Scarabia dorm, medicine in hand.

_____________

And now here you are, in the present, taking extensive care of your near delirious not-quite-boyfriend-but-kinda-love-interest. He'd occasionally wake up and exchange barely audible pleasantries with you, drink his "extra healthy and full of good stuff" chicken soup (whatever that was supposed to entail) and then fall back into slumber. His fever has gone down drastically, but the utter exhaustion left in its wake has kept him bedridden. Apparently it was a seasonal fever, which just so happened to hit Jamil, who in turn chose to ignore it in the beginning.

You'd taken the liberty to remain situated in his room for about three days.

Day one was the worst - high fever, clattering teeth and a sleepless night to boot. You'd change his shirt every time he'd drench it in sweat whilst fighting off the fever. You'd switch up the cloth every time it lost its cooling effect, you'd remained by his side the entire time, least he needed something anything at all.

"Once you get better, I'm so gonna yell at you for not taking better care of yourself.... You're lucky I love you." You'd mumbled, barely audible in the quiet of the room as he slept.

Day two was better - he slept through most of it and you could in turn prepare some soup, as well as cover most of his chores, get a pass from the teachers AND even leave him some of your notes for when he recovers. (Look at you go! He'd better propose imo)

Now, on day three he was evidently much healthier. Finally he gave up trying to get out of bed, and instead lay resting, drinking his medicine, feeling utterly pampered by you.

_____________

"How long have you...been here?" You seemed pretty tired in his eyes. The moment you heard his voice you immediately threw yourself gently on him, gently crushing his bones in a hug.

"A while." You responded, face buried in his chest. In reality, you hadn't had a proper night of sleep in about 3 days. You DID sleep, Kalim even prepared a guest bedroom, but you chose to remain next to Jamil for most of the time. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"You didn't have to do all this, you know? You could've get sick too."

"I could've, but I haven't. For somebody with such a keen eye and monstrous deliberation, you really don't know how to take care of yourself properly." You quipped back, moving to sit on the bed next to him.

"As, so I'm being reprimanded now." His gaze softened. "Thank you....for taking care of me these last few days... I've forgotten what it's like to not have to worry or do anything... I feel like I've slept a lifetime... I don't know how I could possibly return the favour."

You can't stay mad at him. He knows it, you know it. Hell, even the Great Seven know it.

"Return it by recovering completely."

He chose not to continue the conversation. He knew arguing was pointless.

"You know, while I was sleeping, or trying to, I was mostly aware of what was happening around me." He began, pushing himself up, in a sitting position. "When you'd quietly hum to yourself, or cuss when you couldn't find something..."

"Ah- well, did you now? Sorry if you had a difficult time falling asleep because of me. " you felt your cheeks warm up a bit.

"No no, please. It's fine. You've taken such good care of me. I just... couldn't help but hear something, which perhaps I wasn't meant to."

He reached out, tangling his hand in your hair.

"Something about you loving me?"

...

Nope, all that heat in your cheeks? Gone. Now it was just coldness and dread.

He saw your frazzled state and chuckled. "I guess I'm really lucky, to have you to take *such* good care of me, huh."

He leaned in, but stopped just centimetres away.

"I shouldn't."

You heart dropped even lower, if that was even possible.

"I could get you sick.~" There was a lilt to his voice, but his eyes showed concern.

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" you leaned in, smashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you towards him.

Naturally, you moved to sit in his lap, his hands moving to your waist.

"Your feelings are returned, for the record." He mumbled in between heated kisses. The more heated the kisses became, the more his hands would wander until-

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. Skillfully he unbuttoned the first few buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your neck and collarbones. "I think I have a way of returning the favour. You took such good care of me, I think it's my turn~"

His attention moved to your neck, leaving heated languid kisses and playful bites on your skin. His hand trailed down to spread your legs, moving between them. Every single touch of his was intoxicating. Pretty quickly your shirt was thrown on the floor, the supple flesh underneath - covered in hickeys.

"Are you not going to undress as well? Or should I do that for you?" you asked, breathless, yet teasing in manner. Well. As teasing as one could get, given how achingly turned on you were. "Like you didn't have more than enough time to appreciate the view, during these last few days." he teased right back, but his hands moved to grip the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He practically purred, fingers gliding over your stomach, gently trailing lower and lower.

"Of course, you can tell me to stop anytime."

"I don't want you to."

"As you wish, my dear. Then I'll make sure to indulge, taking, tasting, touching every single part of you. "

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x mc #twst imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland jamil #jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper x mc #jamil viper x y/n #jamil viper x yuu #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst smut #jamil smut #twisted wonderland smut #jamil twst smut #jamil viper smut #minors dni

[haechanskins]

Lose Somebody - Winter

☆ note: this is my first wlw writting ever, if you think I can improve in something or want to advice me, I'm all ears! I would really appreciate if you let a comment with your thoughts ♡

MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT

☆ genre: f!reader, smut;

☆ warnings:  kinda hate sex, toxic ex gf/fiancée, reconciliation through sex, teasing, choking, swear words, fingering, oral receiving;

☆ wc: 2.3k

click here to see the pool. ☆

It was the 30th missed call Minjeong left on your phone. You knew she was drunk again and would say things she shouldn't, just like last time. "I messed up, multiple times. You need to understand that you have to come back to me. Who will love you like I do? Who will wreck you in bed like I do? Who will even care about you? Your destiny is with me". There's no mental readiness to answer the phone; no valid reason to relive it all. You know the calls will only stop when she passes out or sleeps, so you decide to turn it off and lie down. The night seems much longer when your mind refuses to let go, surrounded by worry and dreams returning to the day it all happened...

"How many more times is this damn woman going to show up?" Minjeong shouts as your friend Giselle visits your house again. Your fiancée spent the night away without explanations, and Giselle stayed to calm you. "All that bitch wants is to take you away from me, can't you see?" Anger makes the beer bottle in Minjeong's hands fly towards the wall near you. In that moment, Minjeong realizes her mistake, even though she's far from sober, and rushes toward you. She always had jealousy issues, and you usually let it pass, but this time, the shock and fear were too much. Her touch alone was enough to make you scream and cry.

"Please, forgive me!" she says amidst tears, trying to hold your face. "Babe, please forgive me!" she continues, trying to hold your hands while you throw the ring away. She kneels, holds your arms - the last place you need to be - the last face you want to see is hers. Thursday morning, 8 am, was when it all happened. The last words you heard after walking through the door were "Slut, go be with your bitch Giselle and then tell me if she's better than me! I know I can find someone better than you.". These words echo in your mind during what should be a peaceful sleep, but you're awakened by your own voice calling your ex-fiancée's name incessantly. Should you call her? But why? To hear mockery and provocations?

A hot shower should bring some calmness. All you can think about now is a bit of tranquility. The water flowing down your body makes this feeling seem true for a moment. Walking through the apartment, you realize there's garbage to take out, and your little dog starts jumping on your legs as if asking for fresh air. "Just because I need to take out the trash, okay?" putting the small one under your arm and heading to the elevator. "Do you think I should call her, Kima?" you ask, touching the tip of the small pet's nose, and her head turns around. "She can't even answer and would disapprove" but does she miss her other mom? Thoughts consume you again until Kima gets restless and starts barking while leaving the building. You search for reasons, put her down, and check if there's something on her tiny body. Then she escapes to the automatic gate. Minjeong is leaning against it, at first, you think it might be your sleep playing tricks on you or the lack of glasses, so you start shouting for Kima to come back.

"She misses me too" the redhead shouts. "Please, let me in. I just want one last conversation." You sigh and think for a moment before opening the gate. "I'm doing this for Kima. You have 15 minutes at most!" you say, approaching the gate and opening it.

Keeping with the usual, as you reach your floor, you make coffee for both while Minjeong plays with Kima in the living room. As you sweeten the drink, your mind begins to question the decision to let her into your home, into your comfort. In a moment of distraction and vulnerability, you grab the hot iron kettle without realizing it, screaming in pain and alerting your ex, who was in the other room. "Here..." she guided you to the sink, letting cold running water flow over your hand. "Do you have burn ointment?". "In the bedroom, second door on the corridor" you answer without much thought. When you hear the doorknob turning, you scream at Minjeong to go back, but it's too late. You still have photos with her on the desk, and your steps after the unresolved breakup have been slow. Seeing her still confuses you, and your heart, whether you like it or not, beats faster.

"I found it" showing the ointment in her hands while smiling slightly. She extends her hand, waiting for yours, and applies gently. Pointing to the sofa, she asks you to sit and grabs the cups, placing them on the small coffee table. "You still have..." she begins, but you cut her off instantly, asking what she wants to talk about and why she's there. Minjeong sighs and stares at the ceiling for a few seconds, as if waiting for the words to fall from the sky into her head. "I miss you…" you continue looking while her eyes seem to search for another focus and her mouth more words. "Is that it?" she remains silent. "Then you can leave!" the girl watches you walk towards the door to send her away, but she doesn't move. "I said you can go, Minjeong." The last thing your ex-fiancée would do is leave. She managed to contact you after months, entered your house, and was in your presence. She won't leave.

"Okay" as you open the door, Minjeong closes it again, leaning over you. Not much taller, but already causing some intimidation due to the angle and proximity, she continues "Do you prefer to hear me here or in bed?" Silence hangs in the air, and the atmosphere is palpable. You want her to leave while simultaneously wanting her to touch you any way she pleases. "Sorry, didn't mean to cross boundaries. I thought we could..." she backs away from the door, trying to explain her recent behavior. But you’re faster and more eager. It's impossible to lie to your own body. A fervent and quick kiss begins, lasting for a few minutes until you both need air.

"I thought you wouldn't want to see me ever again!" "This is the last time, Kim Minjeong. This is the last time." Everything around you seems to vanish until you touch and fall, fortunately, nothing breaks on the way to the bed. "Whatever you want," you say, watching her eyes darken. Supported by your knees, facing each other, you feel your neck being squeezed. Minjeong's laughter resonates in your ears, sending a shiver down your entire body.

"If this is the last time, then I'll fuck you like the slut you are" she almost spits out each word, pushing you onto the bed and lightly biting every exposed inch of your skin. You don't resist for a minute; her words only make you crave more, yet at the same time, they ignite a sense of anger, uncertain if it's just a fetish or something serious.

"I'm the slut, and you come crawling to my door?" you move on top of her. "Not going to answer?" you question, slapping her face, and she smirks, attempting to put her hands on your waist. However, you pull them up, leaning on them, just inches away from Minjeong's mouth. "I'm not the one missing you," spreading kisses on her face. "I'm not the one begging every day to come back. Or am I?" you mock, a statement mixed with truth, both with hearts pounding and panties soaked.

"You..." she starts.

"I don't want you to speak. I want you to beg," you interrupt.

"I like your attempt to take control. It's cute. But it doesn't work with me" she retorts "but since you're here, you'll make it easier for me," she continues smiling, and your head knots for a few seconds. How did she manage to flip the situation like this?

"I won't do anything you want," running your hands through Minjeong's red hair. "Why should I?"

"Because you've always obeyed me, like a good girl." she teases.

"That's over, Minjeong."

"Over?" she laughs. "And would you spread your legs if I commanded?" she asks, pulling your hand towards her mouth, licking and sucking on the two middle fingers. "Would you take off this blouse if I told you to?" continues. You feel your body shiver and yield to each word she says. You get up from the bed, and her eyes follow you as she sits there, glancing at you. You remove your blouse and the small pajama shorts, turning around to reveal just your panties. Minjeong observes every inch of your body, running her hands from your neck to your thighs.

"Is this what you want?" 

"I want much more!" she replies, pulling you by the waist. You look down at her and give her a slap. "I wished you'd never show up here again" her eyes search for whether it's the truth or just a game. "I wished you'd disappear from my life forever" another slap. "You could find someone better so easily, and yet, here you are, begging for me," you say, sitting on her lap while speaking. "Is it cute for me to try to boss you around?" You laugh mockingly and give another slap, moving your hand down to Minjeong's neck, squeezing it. She continues to look at you with doubt, but there's nothing in you that worries about responding at this moment.

Drawing her silhouette with your hands, she shivers with every touch and sighs with every scratch where her skin is exposed. Kneeling on the rug in your room, you put your hands on her waist to find the edge of her pants, starting to pull along with her panties. Once done, you move your hands up again to take off the remaining blouse and bra. For the first time, you observe the shaky breaths coming from your old partner instead of yourself.

"Look who's the slut now. So needy and alone that you're wet for so little" one hand squeezing Minjeong's neck, while the other is wandering across her intimacy. "How many fingers do you think I can fit without even touching you?" you ask, making a pout. "Three? Already?" you pretend to insert your fingers, and her eyes close, mouth opens with a slight moan. You laugh; she opens her eyes disappointed, and mumbles.

"I want you to sit on my face" you say, lying on the bed and waiting for her, but Minjeong laughs and doesn't follow. "As I said, it's cute," she says, leaning into the space between your legs "but it doesn't work with me" she concludes, placing kisses on the inner part of your thigh, causing shivers and a soft moan to escape. Minjeong laughs and moves closer to your pussy.

Positioning herself on top of your body, she confesses several times that she felt hatred towards you for ignoring her, that she wanted to have you all the time, but you were a complete slut. That's why she was there, to show you why she should be the only one to touch your body forever.

"You're going to cooperate with me now," she said, biting your thigh "properly" she continued, placing a kiss on your clitoris, then licking your entire intimate area from top to bottom twice, watching you squirm and moan. "Hmm... so you like this, don't you?" she laughed. "Want more?" She licked again and gave another kiss.

"Please," you responded with a trembling voice.

"Please, what, my love?" she licked once more.

"Please, I need you to go down on me."

"Good girl," she replied, doing what had been asked. Then, she inserted two fingers while alternating between slow and fast sucks, murmuring, "Delicious as always," and grumbling, "You're so tasty. I love the taste you have," making your entire pussy vibrate. When the redhead noticed that you were moaning too much and holding onto her hair tightly, she stopped abruptly.

"Did you stop?" you asked desperately. "I was almost there," you grumbled.

"I want to come with you" she said, kissing up your belly and breasts, sucking a few times. "I want to feel you" she continued, immediately kissing you. She gradually pulled your hair while one hand played with your clitoris and returned to your breasts without any warning or alert. Everything seemed to make you 100% more sensitive to her touch, more needy, and addicted to that touch.

Minjeong pulled you closer "We've never tried this. Do you want to?" She pulled one of your legs up onto her thigh. You knew what she was talking about and involuntarily smiled. The only answer you could give was your own body fitting perfectly with hers; pussy against pussy. You could hardly breathe with your hearts racing amid so many moans. The only sound besides them was the wet skin-on-skin noise. "It's unbelievable how beautiful you look when you're about to cum for me" Minjeong gasps. "You're mine," she continues, grinding against you even more.

"I'm yours. I'm only yours" you say as your voice falters amid whispers and almost tears. "I'm going to—" you say, almost shouting.

"Cum in my pussy" she replies "with me" she continues, holding onto your waist even tighter, giving more and more thrust. The moans get louder, and you both hardly know where to touch—lacking hands for hair, breasts, waist, thighs, lacking voice.

You climax together. It wasn't the last time you saw Minjeong or had sex with her, but on this specific day, after everything, she stayed with you, and you slept entwined. Minjeong still believes to this day that you were in a deep sleep when she whispered "I had to lose you to realize I can't live without you... what an idiot... I hope this never happens again. I love you, y/n."

tags: @minjeongswife

#kpop smut #aespa x reader #aespa smut #haechanskins #winter smut #wlw smut #winter x reader #minjeong x reader #kim minjeong x reader

[libertyybellls]

silver soul !

pairing; finnick odair x fem reader

summary; you’ve been reaped for the 68th annual games,as you say your goodbyes you realize the ocean is not the only thing you are leaving behind.

contains ; ANGST, sadness, unconfessed loves.

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you’re sitting atop the smoothest rock nearing the shoreline, too close to be dry but too far to be soaked. the air is cool despite the season. something somber lays in the air- as if nature can read the silence between you and finnick.

oh, finnick.

you wait for him to speak, for him to say goodbye and let you go. let you move onto your impending doom. but he doesn’t speak- he doesn’t even move. no noise is emitting from him, you’re not even sure you can hear his breathing- the typically obnoxious huffs and puffs he exudes are gone and he remains next to you in these final moments on district 4- refusing to speak.

he’d prayed to any god that would listen for the 68th hunger games to have mercy on you. he wouldn’t give just an arm and a leg for your safety. he would give anything that belonged to him to ensure that you’d return home, back to him, back to whatever you two were in.

he could’ve crumpled to the floor when he’d heard your name called, when nobody had volunteered. why you? why not anyone else? anyone but her.

“i’ll be okay.”

you couldn’t promise that, you knew it was a lie, you’re only 16, you have nothing to depend on getting you through the games.

“i’ll be your mentor. i’ll find you sponsors. let me help you.” finnick pleads, his eyes lowly looking into yours.

it is only then you want to break into pieces in his arms. you want to sob. you want to retreat back to your family, back to his safe presence. he looks so pure with the sparkle of grace in his eye, deeply at variance to the picture that’s been painted to the capitol. his altruistic belief in you when even now, you are certain you won’t make it far in these games, gives you a rush.

you don’t respond to his desperate offers. you only look down to your lap- at your dress playing with the simple garment. you laugh breathily, “what are the odds.”

‘not in my favor’ he selfishly thinks. he may still have a life whether you win or lose this game- but will he be alive? will he have his anchor?

he shames the world, shames the capitol, shames all of the people who sat back and let you walk onto that stage, shames the game makers who would ever let you step foot in that arena. he needs you to be okay. this world is cruel, cruel to do this to his girl.

“please trust me, i will get you out of these games. you will be a victor and we can live in peace, y/n.”

he sins. he lies. he deceives. straight through his teeth. no matter the outcome you will never live in peace once your out of this. you will never be the same girl.

you think back to his own games. though he has yet to directly say his nightly terrors, his daily horrors, the acts he’s committed that he will never say as he looks into your loving eyes. the capitol has not had lenience on this boy, only a boy, but with troubles of a man.

there is no outcome of this predicament that either of you favor. no scenario in which the world grants you the rest you deserve. you want to scream, cry, pour your heart into him. let him fully consume every fiber that holds you together, all the words you’ve never yet said to him lay heavy on your heart. now it is your turn to stay silent, to lose all oxygen in your lungs, let the blood leave your face. but your voice fails you, “i trust you finnick.”

i trust that i am safe with you. i trust that you won’t let me die. i trust that i will make it back to you. i trust you.

he pulls you into him, his cheeks are wet, there’s a lump in his throat but he does not speak. he simply holds your head onto his chest- his fingers lock into yours as if that’s where they were made to lay.

your words continue to lie dormant in the back of your shared minds- but you let the angry waves speak for you. the greying sky share your sadness, the cold drops of water that reach your legs will bring you back to life- rejuvenate your soul ties. this is the peace you’ve been granted- this is all that is fair in your life.

only in this moment will he have you as you are now, in his arms, still so fragile but he holds you intact.

#finnick odair #finnick oneshot #finnick angst #finnick odair x reader #finnick imagine #finnick fanfic #finnick fluff #finnick smut #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair smut #finnick odair x you

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

bookworm / eddie munson

masterlist

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

one shot

cw: fem!reader, smut (obvi), pet names (sweetheart, babe), little bit of calling eddie sir, dom!eddie, spanking, thigh riding, orgasm denial, oral (f recieving), fingering, sex, choking, degradation, praise, slight size kink/eddie making you feel him in your stomach (technically), bit of a breeding kink

eddie catches you reading a not so innocent book and tries to replicate it for you

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  the sound of eddie strumming his guitar filled the space of his bedroom as you sat propped against his wall. as usual, your nose was buried in a book as the world around you faded away. while eddie was trying to figure out a verse for one of the new songs for corroded coffin, you were in new york city.

  metaphorically, obviously.

  you were a privileged rich girl who never lifted a finger who met a very attractive, slightly older man who worked hard his whole life to become a multi millionaire. when seeing how much of a spoiled brat you were, the man decided he needed to teach you a couple lessons. and oh shit was it good.

  you had a bit of a problem with inserting yourself into books. obviously your name wasn’t gigi hendricks and you were far from a rich girl living in the big apple, but really what was the harm?

  when you came up on a scene that was definitely spicy, you debated putting the book down until you got home. but the way this author wrote was addicting. the foreplay was very detailed, the man being so very teasing and you couldn’t lie the thought of being spanked like that turned you on.

  you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth as he began rubbing her through her panties, degrading her as she got wetter and wetter. she was begging for more friction, but he only allowed her to grind on his thigh.

  eddie sighed as he decided he needed a break if he was going to get anywhere with this verse. he looked over to you to ask if you wanted to go rent a movie or something but you were engulfed in the book. he furrowed his brows as he saw your lip in your mouth, chewing on it. your eyes were widened, pupils expanded as you scanned the page. he put his guitar down on the floor while watching you closely.

  he noticed you unconsciously rub your thighs together and slightly roll your hips and his eyes widened. no way his best friend was turned on in his bed right now. he decided this could be his shot to make all his fantasies come true, so he leaned towards you. “whatcha reading, sweetheart?” eddie smirked, watching you jump at his voice.

  “my book?” you questioned, cheeks burning.

  eddie rolled his eyes. “no shit, y/n. what’s it about?” he asks, watching you tense up.

  your mind blanks for a second. you could not tell your best friend you were reading literal porn. “uh, it’s a romance. enemies to lovers type stuff,” you shrug, trying to play it off.

  eddie eyes you for a moment and the lunges for you, trying to grab the book. you scream in surprise and turn, holding it close to your chest. “eddie!” you yell as he climbs on top of you, trying to grab it.

  “let me see!” he yells, trying to pry your fingers off it. you won’t let go, so he reaches down to tickle your side. it catches you off guard, enough so that he can take the book from your hold. he sits up, using one hand to bat yours away as he brings the book up to his face all while straddling you. 

  you panic, embarrassment flooding you. “eddie, stop. don’t read it,” you beg but eddie already is. 

  eddie smiles evilly at you before looking back to the book. he clears his throat and you try hitting him in the chest. “my hot arousal drips from my desperate hole, soaking my black lace panties. adam watches me with an unimpressed look as i shamelessly grind against his clothed thigh, my bud begging for any attention. i let out helpless whimpers into his ear, hoping he’ll just give in and fuck me like the bad girl i am,” eddie recites, watching you cover your face with your hands. 

  he skims a couple paragraphs before reading again. “he slides my drenched panties down my legs at an agonizing pace before slipping them into the pocket of his suit pants. ‘you won’t be getting those back,’ he purrs as his soft hands spread my legs. i reveal my glistening pussy to him and he lets out a hum of approval. ‘so wet for me, huh whore?’ he teases, running a finger through my folds as i shiver. he lowers himself to his knees, making his face level with my pussy. ‘please, sir, please,’ i beg, trying to push my hips towards his awaiting mouth. he gives me a stern look and i think he’s going to stop, but then his hot mouth is closing around my throbbing clit,” eddie reads off, his dick hardening a bit at the story. he looks down at you, covering your face in embarrassment. what he can’t see, is you clenching your legs together to try and get some relief. 

  “damn, sweetheart. this is the shit you read?” he asks, trying to grab your attention.

  you shake your head and whine, “eds.” he only smirks at your words.

  eddie scans you, debating his next words carefully. “what were you thinking, reading this shit in my room, huh? you think i wouldn’t notice you rubbing your legs together, eyes blown wide because you’re so obviously horny?” he tsks, dropping the book next to him and placing his hands on your sides. “c’mon, sweetheart, look at me,” he coos. you shake your head no and he just tsks in disapproval. “you know how turned on i am right now, y/n? my favorite girl, reading actual porn, on my bed? it’s like you were asking for me to do something about it,” he teases, hands sensually rubbing up and down your sides, stopping just below your breasts.

  “i-i wasn’t,” you mutter, peeking at him through your fingers. 

  he meets your eyes, just for you to close them again. eddie leans down, lowering his lips to your ear. “do you want me to?” he whispers, pouring every final ounce of confidence into the question.

  you completely freeze under him, and eddie is ready to pull off and apologize for crossing a boundary. “i-i,” you stutter, your hands falling slowly from your face. eddie pushes himself up enough to look at you as you scan his face. “you’d want to?” to ask, voice catching in your throat.

  eddie chuckles, his hair brushing against your cheeks. “don’t want to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart, but i’ve wanted to for a long time,” he admits and your eyes widen. “but hey, if this is too much, tell me now. i don’t mind, i’ll get up and we can pretend this never happened, okay?” he says quickly.

  it’s silent between the both of you for a moment. eddie is holding his breath as your brain is trying to process everything. “eddie,” you breath out, hands slightly shaking as you press them to his chest.

  eddie thinks you’re about to shove him off of you but he nods. “yeah, babe?” he asks hoarsely.

  you flick your gaze between his eyes before taking a breath. “do something about it,” you say. eddie inhales sharply, but the second it processes he’s diving down to connect your lips.

  you moan into it, hands fisting his shirt as you try and pull him closer. your lips move in tandem, soft noises filling the air around you. eddie sighs into your mouth from pleasure of this finally happening before sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. you part your lips for him, gliding your tongue out to pass along his. your breathing picks up as eddie moves one leg from its position straddling you to nudge your knees apart. you comply with no hesitation so eddie can move fully between your legs. 

  you weren’t able to rub them together anymore, so you were just begging for some friction. “want me to do what they did in that book? or you want me differently? tell me, sweetheart,” eddie asked between kisses. you pulled him back in, drunk of his lips. the both of you had imagined this for so so long and now that you had it you didn’t want to go too fast.

  when you finally pull away you take a moment to catch your breath. “i-i guess like the book… but i don’t know what happens after, well, where you stopped,” you stutter.

  eddie smirks at your nervousness. “gusss while you grind on my thigh like a little whore i have some reading to do,” he observes and you gasp. “how’s it start, babe? mind telling me?” he asks, pushing some of your hair back.

  you feel warmth further flood your face as you think of the beginning of the chapter. you gnaw know your bottom lip before pulling him down so you could hide in his neck. “he-he makes her take her clothes off and then he um, he spanks her…” you mutter pathetically.

  eddie grunts at your words, forehead falling against your collarbone. “fuck, baby, is that what you want? you want me to spank you?” he asks, his hand on your hip digging further into your hip bone.

  you close your eyes in embarrassment. “i think i-i might like it,” you whisper. eddie pulls back to look at you so he can look in your eyes while getting confirmation.

  “you wanna try? if you don’t like it you can just tell me to stop and i will. but don’t push yourself, you can always find this out another time,” he say, thumb massaging your hip bone.

  you scan his face as you debate it before you nod. “i want to,” you confirm and eddie squeezes his eye shut.

  he sits back on his knees and grabs your arms to pull you into a sitting position. “okay, fuck, get those clothes off, just like the book,” he instructs and you nod. he watches as you pull your shirt over your head and bites his lips as he sees your bra. he moves back, allowing you to kick off your jeans and then you’re looking at him expectantly. “just taking a second to look at you, sweetheart,” he mumbles, scanning your body. sure he’d seen you in a bikini before, but your bikini wasn’t satin. you wore a basic black bra with a little bow in the front, and the sexist pair of red satin panties eddie thinks he’s ever seen. 

  “how do you… want me?” you ask hesitantly, crossing your arms at your waist. “in the book they uh,” you trail, looking away from him, “she’s over his desk but…” you trail off once again.

  eddie nods in understanding. “not so intense?” he questions and you nod. he moves more to the center of his bed and pats his thighs. “i want you to lay over my lap, that way if you don’t like it we won’t have to do too much to get you out of it,” he says and you nod. you carefully crawl over to him, ignoring the guttural groan that leaves his throat as you do so. you lay yourself over him and take a deep breath.

  one of his hands rests on the small of your back and you close your eyes shut. “don’t be nice,” you breathe and eddie lets out a low moan.

  he grabs a handful of your asscheek and squeezes it. “you really are dirty, huh?” he questions, digging his nails into the plump skin of your ass. you feel more arousal shoot to your core at his words. “such a fucking slut, reading such terrible things infront of me. i think you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you agree?” he continues, moving to grope your other cheek. you let out a small whine and nod your head.

  “mm and bad girls get punished, don’t they?” he asks, snapping the waistband of your panties.

  “yes,” you moan and stick your ass up the slightest bit. eddie rubs your ass soothingly before pulling his hand back. he lets his hand fly back down, not as hard as he could and watches you jolt. he rubs his hand over where he smacked as you rub your thighs together. “good,” you moan causing eddie to smirk.

  he lands another smack on your ass before talking again. “what a whore, liking her damn punishment,” he groans, smacking you again. he landed a few more on you until your ass was pleasantly red. “sit up for me?” he asks even though it’s more of a demand. 

  you do as told and eddie pulls you to straddle his right thigh. “good so far?” he asks, checking in. you nod and rest your hands on his shoulders. he leans in, one hand holding your face as he pulls you in for another kiss. you sigh happily into his mouth as eddie thinks. 

  how was this really happening? why did he never think you’d be into kinks? what else was in this book? fuck, what else was he gonna be able to do to you? 

  eddie’s other hand blindly reaches back to fumble around for the book as you deepen the kiss. he finally grabs it, pulling it towards him as he breaks the kiss. “i think i have some reading to do,” he says, opening the book to where he left off. your breath catches in your throat as he flips to the right page. he begins reading for a moment before looking up at you. “now, sweetheart, i know there’s something you’re supposed to be doing. get to it,” he says and you gasp in a breath. he smirks at the reaction you give his words and wraps one of his long arms around your waist. 

  you drop down onto his thigh, situating yourself as he comfortingly rubs your back. you watch him skim over the pages as you begin rocking your hips against his jeans. “oh, oh shit,” you mutter as you feel your wetness soak through your underwear. eddie smirks but doesn’t look at you, just lazily resting his hand on your back as if you weren’t grinding on his leg. 

  you think it turned you on more. the fact that eddie was fully clothed, not even looking at you as he read a book with his hand holding your back so gently while you made a mess on his jeans. your jaw falls open as the roughness of his jeans drags along your clit, the friction making small waves of pleasure flood your pussy. 

  eddie removes his hand from your back to turn the page quickly before replacing it. you press yourself harder against him, the drag against your swollen clit making you let out a moan. you didn’t know if you were meant to cum like this, but if eddie took too long you might. 

  your hips picked up speed, small gasps and moans leaving your lips as you kept your eyes on eddie. his eyes though are trained on the words on the pages, his dick growing harder at the sounds of your moans as he reads what he’s gonna do to you.

  “mm, honey, i don’t know if i’ll be able to follow this 100%,” eddie says as he skims a particular paragraph.

  you blink heavily, trying to clear your mind enough to talk. “that’s okay, but why?” you ask, your sentence punctuated with a moan as eddie begins bouncing his leg. 

  eddie chuckles at your response to him moving his leg but takes a handful of your ass to better hold you in place. “well,” he begins, lowering the book to look at you. he smiles at your lip between your teeth as you look at him with begging eyes. “i don’t have a vibrator, for one,” he shrugs innocently as you feel a pit in your stomach. you had one. if only you were at your house, damnit. “we also can’t have someone walk in as i’m fucking you from behind,” he squeezes your ass causing you to yelp but jolt yourself faster against him. 

  eddie picks the book back up, looking away from you with struggle as your head falls back in pure bliss. broken moans leave your lips as you feel yourself climbing the tower to your orgasm. “eddie,” you moan, clit throbbing against him.

  he stiffens at the sound of his name, cock straining against his jeans. “better slow down, baby. you can’t cum yet,” he says, tapping your bottom as you let out a whine. 

  “eds, please,” you whimper as you nestle your head into his neck. 

  he thought about it, but he wanted to stick as close as he could to the story. “i said no,” he says sternly, pulling his hand back to smack your ass. you let out a small yelp and try to slow your hips. “hmph yeah, can’t do that either,” he mumbles to himself as he finishes up the chapter.

  you try and lift yourself off his thigh but he slams you right back down. “wh-what?” you ask, trying to focus on that instead of you nearing the edge of your orgasm you couldn’t have. 

  eddie closes the book, tossing it so it lands on his bedside table. his now free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you out from hiding in his. “i can’t cum inside you if we’re doing it raw,” he says casually, pushing some of the hair stuck to your face with sweat behind your ears.

  “hnuh,” you moan, thighs clamping around eddie’s thigh at that. he looks at you in surprise.

  his hands now rest on your hips as he looks at you with a teasing smile. “oh? you want that, huh?” he asks, using his hands to pull you against his thigh.

  you shudder, closing your eyes to will away the orgasm. “you ca-can though. please,” you beg and eddie just shakes his head.

  he can’t lie that he wants to, shit of course he does. but the consequences were too big of a risk. “no, sweetheart. sadly, i’m not going to fill that sweet cunt of yours with cum,” he explains and you really clamp down on him.

  “but, i'm on the, oh fuck, i’m on birth control,” you say, stilling yourself because you were way too close. 

  eddie’s brows raise at that, he didn’t know you were. “oh, well then i guess i’ll think about it,” he says nonchalantly. “can you lay down on the bed for me?” he asks carefully. 

  you nod, climbing off him and towards the head of the bed. you heard eddie groaned and turned back to look at him. “what?” you ask, mildly concerned. 

  eddie bites his lip and scoots towards you. he grabs one of your hands and places it on his thigh where you were just sat. “feel that?” he whispers. you suck in a breath as he pushes your fingers into the wet patch you’d created. “so horny that you ruined my jeans, how disgusting,” he taunts playfully. 

  “then take them off,” you suggest timidly.

  eddie’s eyes darken and he takes you by the wrist. “you’re not the one giving the orders. you do as i say. behave,” he says, causing you to shiver.

  “s-sorry,” you stutter and then he’s pushing you down. 

  he climbs up your body, leaning down to kiss you once again. this one doesn’t last nearly as long as the others as he pulls away to begin leaving slow kisses along your jaw. “s’okay sweet girl, you didn’t know. now you do, and you know how to act now, don’t you?” he teases between kisses.

  you nod, one hand coming to cradle the back of his head. “yes,” you whimper as he begins sucking your skin.

  “mm-mm, yes what? c’mon, sweetheart, i know you read it,” he says, pulling away from your neck.

  you let out a shaky breath. “yes, sir,” you say and eddie smiles.

  “there you go,” he mutters before diving back into your neck. you moan as he sucks dark hickies into your skin, gradually moving lower. when he reaches your bra line, he kisses along it before sliding one hand along the band and around your back. “up a little, baby,” he says through his kisses. you comply, pushing yourself up enough so he can undo the clasp. he slipped your bra off and then sat up to admire your tits. he lightly ran his fingers over them, using his thumbs to tease your nipples. “beautiful,” he mumbled to himself before leaning back down to continue his trail of kisses. 

  his lips travel down the valley of your breasts, over your stomach and then he’s kissing and sucking at your inner thighs. you hold them open wide for him, pussy clenching at his proximity. “sir, please,” you whimper as you feel his hot breath ghost your core. 

  eddie continues teasing you, pressing his lips ever so softly over your panties. “so wet, i can taste you already,” he murmurs against your underwear and your toes curl. you let out a moan as he sucks on the fabric above your clit, sucking your juices from the material. he sits up, quickly tugging your underwear off and throwing them behind him. “oh you’re in for it now, sweetheart,” he mutters, thumb sliding through your arousal before circling your clit as he watches, mesmerized.

  your hips jolt against him as you squeeze his sheets. he realizes your need and moves back down, settling between your legs. he grabs your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders before leaning in to lick a long stripe up your center while keeping eye contact.

  he repeated his actions, going at an agonizing pace. his tongue teases your entrance before gliding up to just below your clit. you whine as he pulls back, licking his lips of your arousal. before you can voice a complaint he’s back, this time wrapping his lips around your clit. “fuck,” you yell out as he sucks the sensitive bundle into his mouth. 

  your scream only makes him cockier, taking his mouth off you just to repeat the process. “so eager,” he mumbles into your heat before his tongue is licking fat, fast stripes over your clit.

  you reach down, grabbing his hair in your hands as you push yourself onto his face. he moans in surprise, the vibration making you tremble. he keeps his eyes up, watching you struggle against his mouth. 

  eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more erotic image in his life. the way your breasts heaved with each breath, eyes going from him to clamped shut with your head thrown back as the prettiest noises left your lips. if he was to truly follow the book, he wasn’t even supposed to let you cum. but he wanted you to cum. he didn't think you'd mind.

  “you wanna cum, sweetheart?” he asked as a particularly loud moan leaves your lips.

  you shudder against him as he places sloppy kisses on your clit. “please,” you whimper. how bad would eddie be to deny you when you’d asked so nicely?

  he gripped your thighs harder, yanking your body as close to his mouth as he could as he began rapidly flicking his tongue across you. you gasped, grinding against his face as you felt the buildup begin. eddie didn’t slow down for a second until you moans turned into high pitched whines. “that’s it, cum on my face, baby,” he moans into your pussy and then grabs your clit with his lips. 

  you tense up as he sucks, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. “eddie, oh fuck,” you scream as your legs shake, orgasm rolling through you. eddie swears he could almost bust in his pants right about now as he lets you ride out your orgasm. he licks up all of your release that he can before pushing himself up to meet you.

  he smiles as your shaky hands release his hair and instead press on his chest. “hi, sweetheart,” he says as he strokes your cheek. 

  you lean into it, still catching your breath. “hi,” you breath, eyes wide as you come down from your high.

  eddie captures your lips in his once again and you sigh. he distracts you with his mouth and the suddenly his fingers are invading your sensitive folds. you gasp against him as he presses two fingers inside you slowly. “here’s where i'm supposed to torture you with that vibrator we don’t have, so if it’s okay with you i’d like to just fuck you. take a rain check for the other maybe?” he suggests, curling his fingers inside of you.

  “mhm, rain check, yeah,” you mumble before pulling him back in for a kiss. eddie chuckles and continues stretching you out for him. 

  he pulls back, pulling off his shirt. “can't exactly take you over my desk, so i need you on your hands and knees,” eddie says as he undoes his belt so he can pull off his jeans and boxers. you get into the position he asked for and he was soon making his way back on the bed. “good choice, sweetheart,” he chuckled. you furrowed your eyebrows and went to ask what he meant but then you saw it. you’d placed yourself right in front of eddie’s mirror.

  you went to make a remark, but all that came out was a moan as eddie slid his cock through your wetness. “shit,” you whimpered as his head slid over your super sensitive clit. eddie raised a brow at your response and in turn smacked his tip against your clit a few more times. “oh, fuck, uh,” you muttered to yourself as you jolted with each contact.

  “baby’s so sensitive huh?” he coos, wetting his cock through your pussy lips once again. “hm, guess that’s what you get for being a whore,” he huffs and then he’s slipping his cock inside of you.

  you immediately tighten around his tip in surprise as a gasp leaves your mouth. you relax, letting him push into you. without warning, he lands a firm smack on your ass causing you to unintentionally thrust back onto him. he grunts, gripping your hips tightly as he buries himself inside you. “eddie,” you whine, clenching around him.

  eddie bites his lip, closing his eyes at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “fuck, y/n, you feel that?” he asks hoarsely. you whimper in response. “feel me, deep inside your pussy. shit, you bad fucking girl,” he continues, beginning to draw his hips back slowly. “how’s it feel knowing your best friend fills you up this good, all because you wanted to be naughty and read porn right in front of him?” he grunted and then snapped his hips forward.

  “fuck, eddie, always wanted this,” you moan, feeling the way his cock stretches you. the way every vein presses against your velvety walls that keep sucking him in.

  eddie pulls his hips back again slowly, all the way until just his tip is left inside. “always huh? wanting to get ruined by the freak, fuck baby, if only they knew,” he thrusts hard and deep into you, causing you to let out an almost scream, “you’re a fucking freak too.”

  he pulled his hips back, not waiting until he’s snapping them back into you and starting a steady pace. your tits jiggle under you with each thrust, eddie enjoying the view through the mirror. eddie groans as he realizes you’re rocking back to meet his thrusts. he doesn’t think he can last long, not with everything before this so he just had to make you cum one more time.

  he trails his hand up your back, leaning over you as he kept up with his thrusts. when his hand reaches your shoulder, it slides to your neck. you gasp as he pulls you up quickly, fingers closing over the sides of your throat.

  your mouth falls open as you lock around his cock. “you like that, you like me choking you?” eddie grunts in your ear.

  “yes, sir,” you gasp, his rings making indents in your neck.

  eddie moved her other hand down to your clit and begins toying with it to try and bring you closer to your orgasm. “look at yourself, look in the mirror. you see my cock? slipping into you so easy because you’re soaked? fuck you see how beautiful you are? damnit y/n,” eddie grunts, rubbing right circles on your clit.

  you moan, head falling back against his shoulders. “i’m gonna cum,” you moan, the new angle and his fingers sending you towards the edge. 

  eddie speeds up his thrusts and fingers, ready to release himself. “cum, cum on my cock,” he moans. you claw at his arms as you let out a scream, vision going white as you tremble in his arms.

  an abundance of your arousal gushes out of you, slipping down eddie’s cock. his fingers never let up on your clit as his thrusts become more sporadic. you pussy sucks him back in, clenching tightly around him as you ride out your high. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, gonna cum inside you, pretty girl,” eddie groans and then he’s releasing hot ropes deep inside you. he shudders as he messily thrusts through both of your highs.

  when you finally start to regain conscious thoughts, eddie is still inside you. he’s now caressing your body as his arms are wrapped tightly around you and his head is resting on your shoulder. “look, baby,” eddie mumbles in your ear and points to the mirror. you do as he says and watches his hand travel to your lower stomach. he presses down on it and you feel just how far his cock is up inside you. you moan as he presses on it, fluttering around him. “wanna keep my cum in you all day, send you out to the store, no one would know that you’ve got my cum coating your panties and that you’re all mine,” he mutters in your ear, kissing the shell of it everyone once in a while.

  “jesus christ,” you moan, closing your eyes at the thought. eddie finally lays you back down and pulls out of you, going to grab a damp rag to clean you up. once you’re all cleaned off eddie climb on top of you again, this time his blanket covering your frame. “eds,” you giggle as he kisses your face.

  he picks up the book you were reading and holds it for you to see. “now whenever you read this, you’ll have to think of me,” he says, knowing you never read a book just once. you shiver at his words but then he’s setting it back down. 

  he places his lips to yours once more, this time much softer and sweeter than the others. “you read any other scenes we need to act out?” he asks when he pulls away.

  you roll your eyes and playfully push his face to the side. “not today,” you say quietly with a smile.

  “i can live with that,” eddie whispers, placing a kiss on your nose.

#stranger things eddie #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #st4 #eddie munson x reader #smut #stranger things smut

[wincestdailyheadcanons]

"I think it would do you both good to see each other." Jack says, taking the half empty beer from Dean's hand. 

The smile on Dean's face brightens his features up so much he looked 20 years younger. 

"I get to go be with Sam?" Dean asks. "Finally?" 

Jack shakes his head. "Not yet. It isn't your time." 

Dean scowled, grabbing the bottleback, taking a drink; "Then fuck off. Until I get to be with him again, heaven, hell, wherever, dont you talk to me. It shouldve been me in that barn, not him, and you fucking know it." 

Dean kept his body from shaking, his voice even, but he knew that despite the dim lights of the no name bar, Jack would see the pain 

in his eyes. The hurt, and loneliness in his soul that shined through the green that only Sam had ever been 

able to fill. 

"There's many worlds, Dean." Jack 

said, this time sitting across from Dean. The gesture meaning to show not only empathy, 

but equality. In this moment, he wasnt a God. He was just a guy trying to comfort one of the only fathers he knew. 

"In this world, Sam died. In another you do, in one you go on a different hunt and nothing happens." Dean looked up; "So, youre taking 

me to see a different Sam?" 

Jack nodded; "He's elderly in this world. Time is-" 

Dean held up his hand; "I don't need to hear the mumbo jumbo about time and space, just take me to him." 

Dean blinked, and found himself outside a well maintained brick house with large trees, and a well kept yard. Inside he could hear 

yelling. 

Dean rushed in, moving quickly through the house, and in the living room found a tall man with white hair, and a beard. 

"Why are you in here?!" Sam screamed at a young woman. "I want my brother!" 

"Mr Winchester, I'm your nurse, Hannah, your son asked me to he-" 

Sam grabbed a glass off and raised his hand to throw it. 

"Sammy?" 

Sam instantly responded to Dean's voice, the glass slipping from his fingers, and shattering on the floor. 

"Dean?" Sam asked, stepping forward, his bare feet moving towards the broken shards of glass. His eyes locked with Dean's. Dean and the nurse moved to stop him. 

Dean pushed Sam back onto the couch, ignoring Sam's tears of joy at seeing him. "Missed you, missed you." Sam sobbed, clinging to Dean's Jacket. Dean looked down at his sleeve. Dads leather jacket. Dean caught his reflection in a mirror above the fireplace. He looked how he did in 2005. 

Sam cupped Dean's face pressing their foreheads together. "I wanna go hunting." 

Dean closed his eyes, and sighed, taking in the moment. He hadnt realized he had forgotten what Sam sounded like, how it felt to hear his name come out of Sam's mouth, 

forgotten what it felt like to be home again. 

"Okay, Sammy." Dean obviously wasnt going to take Sam on a hunt but still the lie that he was a family friend, Sam's son had asked to come over was believed easy enough by the nurse. 

For the next two days, Dean took care of Sam. Fed him, bathed him, walked around the yard with him. Mostly though, they just talked. 

Sam seemed to be confused about what year it was, he mentioned Stanford alot. That was probably why Jack had sent Dean like this. 

"You wanna go for a ride in the car?" Dean asked, having found the keys hidden in a drawer and Sam immediately lit up, nodding. 

Dean took Sam to an empty field, 

and watched the stars. Dean clinked their beer bottles together. Sam didnt even notice his was non alcoholic. He just smiled; "Cheers, jerk." 

"Cheers, bitch." 

That night, Dean helped Sam into bed. Something in his gut told him Sam's reaper wasn't far off. Dean pulled up a chair to sit by 

Sam, and held his hand, squeezing it gently. He understood why Jack had brought him here. In the barn, there had been no time to say goodbye. The attack had happened 

so fast, so violently, Dean didn't 

have a chance to say anything to Sam. 

This was his chance. Dean kissed Sam's wrist;, "I am so very proud of you, how strong, and smart you are. How you never took any of Dads crap.”

Sam's eyes softened, he looked so tired. Dean continued. "You've always kept fighting, and I know how hard that had to have been for you." Sam closed his eyes, starting to drift off into sleep, a soft smile on his face. "Love you, De." 

"I love you so much, my baby brother." 

After a bit, Dean laid Sam's hand down, and stood, walking towards the door to sleep on the couch. "Goodnight." Sam called gently. 

"Night, Sammy." 

The next morning, he left before Sam woke up, catching Sam's son, who he had learned shared a name with him at the front door.

"Take good care of him." Dean smiled, chuckling to himself at the young man's confusion. 

"Do-do I know you?" He asked. 

Dean shrugged, and walked down the sidewalk. 

Dean Jr walked inside, setting his bag down on the floor in his old bedroom, before going to his dads room. 

"Hey, Dad." He said pulling a chair up. "Your nurse just left. He seemed pretty cool.”

There was a small framed picture beside the bed of his dad when he was younger, beside him sat the uncle he knew, but never met. He 

picked up the frame, analyzing it then looked 

towards the door. There was no way, no possible way.- 

But they were both wearing the same necklace... 

"Do I know you?" He had asked the man. 

"My big brother came and visited me." Sam told him. "We drove in the Impala" He smiled, stroking the amulet around his neck. "It was fun.”

#supernatural #sam/dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest #WincestDailyHC

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not reminding a coworker to punish one of our students due to my concerns over her home life?

I (20F) am a teacher at a local daycare. I teach the school-aged group, which is kids aged 5 to 10 years old. I have a student, I will be calling her Joann (6F) who gets herself into trouble occasionally. It's never anything malicious, but she's young, and usually needs lots of reminders on rules, keeping her feet on the floor, keeping her voice down, things like that. I used to discipline her exactly like my other students- and sometimes she'd get her card flipped from green to orange or yellow. It meant that her behavioral problems were never severe, but she would get in trouble sometimes. I talked to her mother about it, and one time, she ended up telling a very irresponsible lie that could have jeapordized my job. She told a teacher that I let the kids talk, run around, play with toys etc while they're supposed to be silently watching movies. This would be me openly defying my co-teacher (50F) and our schedule, and encouraging bad behavior. They'd told the lie in order to try and get away with talking and playing toys during movie time. My co teacher asked about it and obviously I told her it wasn't true. I had a serious conversation about this with Joann's mom. Usually she doesn't do things like this and it could've cost me big time, even if I didn't get fired it could be a complaint, cost me my co teacher's trust and friendship, or gotten me moved to a different age group. Her mom hit the roof. Screamed at her until Joann was in tears and threatened to beat her in front of all her "little friends" (which is illegal to do on daycare grounds btw, she was implying this would happen at the daycare) and it honestly even scared me. She forced the child to apologize to me and left with her. I felt so bad because the girl was only 6, and clearly very scared.

I only got more concerned for her from here, she told me multiple times that her mommy gives her "pop-pop" (some sort of spanking or hitting, as she uses this term and "whooping" interchangeably and tells me that it hurts and makes her scared) when she gets her card flipped even once. A single card flip is a minor behavior issue, maybe something to have a chat about at home but never a serious concern. I brought this up with the Director (basically my boss, and the owner of the daycare) and she explained to me that unfortunately, Joann's mother hitting her at home is not something we can call CPS about, as it's only illegal in this state if she leaves visible marks, which I've never seen on the child. She suggested I adjust my disciplinary style for Joann to focus more on time-outs and other punishments and less on card flips. The director also brought this up with my co teacher so she was in the loop.

Yesterday, Joann was misbehaving. It was something small, like leaning in her chair, but it had been happening so often and we'd had to remind her so many times that it got on my co teacher's nerves, and she told the kid that she was going to flip her card because she was just not listening, but mentioned she'd do it once she got up, because she was busy. I wasn't, but I made no moves to get up and silently hoped it'd slip her mind. I didn't want her mom to see that Joann got her card flipped and end up hurting her. In the end, she totally forgot and Joann went home with a green card.

I feel bad because I know Joann needs discipline and does need to have talks at home when she misbehaves, and taking that away can be bad for her development. But I also can't be sure her mom has those talks with her, and I know for a fact she's hitting her. So, AITA? TL;DR: Intentionally let my co-teacher go without disciplining a student at the end of the day, because I knew her mom would hit her when she got home.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[m-1-nty]

Locked up by lies: A story of unfair jams

Pairing: Wriothesley x Reader

Cw: shameless smut, reader has female anatomy, spanking, handcuffs, fingering, oral sex, penis in vagina, wrio is in his 40s so slight age gap, but you will have to squint to notice it, desk sex, office sex, I'm bad at writing smut,,

A/N: i need him carnally

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Fontaine is a land known widely for its breathtaking waterways, lush greenery, amazing architectural designs, and peculiar laws - a well-known facet among its citizens. If you have ever occupied the coveted front rows at the Opera Epiclese, where a fellow citizen received a jail sentence merely for indulging in a slice of cake favored by the Archon, you, too, possess a thorough understanding of these peculiar laws.

So what is the reason for the current events? Being unceremoniously hauled from the comfort of your house wasn't part of your envisioned evening routine. Two imposing guards, one to your left and the other to your right, effortlessly suspend you in the air as you thrash and scream. The guards' eardrums likely resonate with the pleas for respite as much as your own desperate cries. The imposing entrance to the Fortress of Meropide looms ahead as your screams for help intensify.

 “STOP THIS, PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW. I DEMAND A HEARING!”

Ah yes, a hearing. A trial.

Something every non-law-abiding citizen has to go through.

Except you. Which is unfair, to say the least.

As you reach the end of the stairs, your eyes feast upon tons of metal that your friend, Charlotte would kill to see. Mental notes are made to vividly recount the interior to her once this ordeal is over – assuming there’s an end in sight.

Wishful thinking.

You contemplate the duration of your sentence for a crime you deny committing. Your body, fatigued from the futile struggles, slumps wearily as it follows the guards. The chain snug around your neck serves as a cruel reminder that fleeting to the surface is not an option. They stop at what you would think is a receptionist's desk, handing off documents with your crime most likely written on them in exchange for a key for your room number.

My bad.

Your cell number. 9278.

It seems the crime you don’t seem to remember was so atrocious that they had to throw you in a smelly, damp cell – residing in the company of the nation’s most notorious criminals. One of the guards unlocks the gate of your cell as the other forcefully throws you in, making you land with an “oof” as you hit the unforgiving ground. They lock the gate and start leaving. Getting up from your spot on the cold stones, you grip the bars of the tiny window and start yelling after the men.

“HEY MAN! NOT COOL. CALL MY DAD IMMEDIATELY. I KNOW YOU KNOW WHO I AM! WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU WILL TAKE MY PLACE IN THIS CELL, YOU HEAR ME!”

The guards exchange words just out of your reach, erupting into sudden laughter that echoes through the corridor. Their laughs then slowly die out as they walk further away from your cell leaving you shivering in the dark. The sounds of water droplets somewhere in the near distance.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness they pick up a small mattress on the floor. Without hesitation, you crawl toward it, disregarding any hint of mold and dampness. You lie down, curling up in an attempt to stop your shivering body. As you lay in the personal solitary confinement cell of your dreams, a deep feeling of loneliness kicks in as tears start to dampen the already wet mattress.

In this desolate realm, time adopts a different pace. Each passing moment is an eternity, an unyielding testament to the betrayal of truth and the erosion of hope. The confines of your cell are suffocating, a shroud of darkness enveloping every corner. The absence of natural light at the bottom of the sea mocks the innocence you cling to, casting fear into the depths of your soul.

Days, or even maybe weeks have passed since you started inhabiting your confining abode. Not a single person has passed to give out food and water, nor do you hear someone in the cells around you. The silence, punctuated only by the distant echoes of machinery, amplifies the fear growing in your stomach. The meager rations dispensed by a small, mechanized contraption outside your cell door are your only touch with the world so far.

The haunting thought lingers: what if abandonment is your fate, just like the prisoners around you, whom you haven’t heard a sound from since you came?

After what seemed like an eternity, faint footsteps approached. Still groggy from your afternoon nap, or was it already night, you could hardly tell, you assumed it was your brain playing tricks on you. Yet, the unmistakable jingle of keys heralds a glimmer of hope right outside your door. You jolted awake as the first light in what must be weeks lit up the small cell. A guard was standing tall and brooding on your doorstep.

“Get up, inmate. His Grace wants to see you.”

You’ve heard stories of the infamous Duke overseeing the Fortress. If the rumors held any truth, keeping ‘his grace’ waiting was not a gamble you dared to take. Quickly, summoning all that’s left in you, you got up on your feet and started following the guard.

As you made your way to the main office, the surroundings revealed a stark contrast. The bustling scene around you depicted people, no, other prisoners, dressed in ordinary attire, engaged in casual conversations, wiping sweat from their foreheads after a day’s labor, or savoring their meals. Their seemingly mundane lives sharply juxtaposed your cruel fate.

When the impeding, tall doors of the office stood in front of you, a bead of cold sweat started trickling down your forehead. The fear evident in you went unnoticed until you took your first steps into the room. The guard continued to walk up the stairs, with you shortly behind him.

“I’ve got the girl, sir. Inmate 9278.” – the guard reported, positioning himself behind you.

The Duke of the Fortress of Meropide stood before you. If there were answers to be found for your wrongful arrest, they were to come from him.

“Ah, thank you. You can leave us alone now.” – the duke dismissed the guard as he got up from the chair he was previously sitting in. Walking around his desk, he leaned on it as his cold gaze shot straight to you. “Hello there, Y/N L/N. Daughter of the famous F/N L/N. You probably are so confused now, would you like some tea to calm your nerves? Sigewinne can whip you some in no time.”

What?

His stance exudes an undeniable air of authority, his presence felt hard in this room. The duke's towering stature, both physically and metaphorically, demands attention and respect. And boy does he have yours. Yet, underneath his cold gaze and aura, he is a genuinely caring person. You’ve heard of the duke's likeness of tea. Amid the demanding responsibilities of his role, the duke finds solace in a simple yet cherished ritual – enjoying a cup of tea. So, you take up his offer for tea. He smiles a little as he presses a button on a microphone.

“Sigewinne, be a dear and bring me two cups of tea.”

Even after witnessing his softer side if you can describe it as that, you don’t dare to move from the place you took when you first came in. The chair near you attracted you as if one of you was south and the other a north pole. You silently pray the duke is kind enough to offer it to you.

“My apologies, miss L/N, for making you wait a few days before calling you here. Had some urgent business outside the fortress. But as soon as I caught wind of your case I hurried back. So tell me, do you know why you are here? Or are you just dying to find out?”

His voice had a hint of amusement to it, suggesting he had relished the anticipation.

“Please, dear Duke, enlighten me as to what terrible crime, I, a daughter of the royal house of L/N, could commit?”

Who knows where that confidence came from, but you were sick of plain bread and sleeping on a damp mattress. You missed your lavish lifestyle, watching trials at the opera, eating the best cakes, wearing fancy clothes that don’t smell like rat piss.

Now he looked even more excited, his grin widening. Given his status and the current location, which is a prison, you don’t see many reasons to flash his pearly whites at you. His next response was delivered with a strange casualness as if narrating a children’s story while idly playing with his handcuffs.

“My, my, what attitude. Well, I won't keep it a secret anymore. You're innocent. It's your father that’s the problem, young missy. He was found guilty of taking part in a serial disappearance case. Children around Teyvat were kidnapped or bought and all were stationed here in Fontaine. More specifically, your house. Which makes you an accomplice, hence why you are here. I'm honestly surprised that you didn’t notice your new staff members were always different. It isn’t just you if that makes you feel better, he put them across all his properties, figured that he didn’t have to pay them, and made a ton with selling them around other rich assholes such as him.”

…

The revelation hung heavily in the air, and you reacted with disbelief.

“What are you talking about?! My father would never do that, he loves children. Someone must be framing him. Where is he now!? Meet with his lawyer and you'll see this is just a big misunderstanding.”

Sitting down on the chair, you release a breath you didn’t notice you were holding. This was all too much yet so little information. Did your father receive a trial, or was he similarly dispatched to jail, mirroring your own predicament?

“He is in a top security prison in Snezhnaya. They captured him right on the spot as he and his men were receiving a fresh batch of teens on the border. I just sad you were roped into th-“

“Why didn’t I get a trial?! I would have told you everything, the Oratrice would have labeled me innocent and I could have avoided sleeping next to rats in that shit hole!”

At this point, every piece of belief you cling to about the justice system in your homeland was starting to crumble, and the realization sets in that not only your life but also that of your entire family has been irreparably shattered, assuming they were as unaware as you were.

“Because we dealt with this case as we deal with the other serious ones. In the shadows. We skip the theatrics. Those people don’t care for you or your father, they would have yawned and laughed at your stupidity. So instead of getting heated why don’t you cal- Oh! Sigewinne, you brought our teas. Thank you, nurse. Y/N, this is Sigewinne, the head nurse here. If you get hurt or feel bad during your stay here, feel free to visit her.”

Grateful for the interruption, you’re relieved to have a reprieve from the escalating tension with the duke. His voice was growing louder, and the prospect of facing angry administrator was something you wished to avoid. I will be better to be on his nice side.

“Hello, miss Y/N. It's nice to meet you. I would love to show you around but there was an accident at the production zone so I have to quickly go back and fix up my patients. See ya!”

With Sigewinne’s departure, the only remnants are the lingering aroma of herbal tea and the weighty silence.

Deciding to prolong your stay outside the rat hole that is your cell, you ask – “So how long will I be staying here? You said you were sad I was roped into this, meaning you also think or know I'm innocent.”

“You’ve got some sharp ears, doll face. Well, I can't say for sure how long your sentence is. It all depends if you are innocent. Your case is being examined by monsieur Neuvilette as we speak, so if you are lucky I'd give you a couple of days. Why? Wanna leave? Don’t you like the fortress?” His teasing tone doesn’t escape your notice, and his eyes lock onto your as he takes a casual sip of tea.

The glint in his eyes is both playful and alluring, sending a shiver down your spine. A blush graces your cheeks, but you chalk it up as a side effect of the warm tea shared between you two.

Your stay at the office continued for an hour, sharing some information back and forth, him filling you in on the rules and regulations of the prison. Sadly, you didn’t manage to convince him to upgrade your suite to a dorm, but that won't stop you from trying next time.

As he leads you down the stairs towards the exit, you sense his lingering gaze on your back. The butterflies in your stomach return.

“You can go visit Sigewinne, she must be done with her patients by now. She will give you a fresh batch of clothes and show you to the showers. Off you go now, don’t go causing any trouble, I have eyes everywhere, sweetie.”  - he said and closed the huge doors, leaving you a flustered mess right outside them. How did he make his last statement both equally hot and creepy at the same time? You were conflicted, were you turned on or terrified?

After some time, you successfully navigated your way to the nurse’s office, using the map that Wriothesley had drawn for you. Sigewinne, while finishing her work, attentively listened as you explained the duke’s instructions. She agreed, and soon both of you were making your way towards the showers. Post-shower, you found yourself changing into a nightgown that felt oddly familiar – it was yours.

How did this get here?

“His grace wanted you to feel more comfortable staying here, so he went to your house and handpicked some clothes for you.”

The revelation made your ears burn, the thought of the duke rummaging through your personal items sending a flush of embarrassment through you.

You bid farewell to Sigewinne as the guard assigned to you took you back to your cell. This time at least he didn’t push you in. You noticed there was a little candle that lit up the room. And from that small light, you notice that your mattress has been changed to a dry, nicer one. You sighed, laying down on it, recalling all the information that was dumped on you today. As you lay on the ground, you still feel like the lowest of lows, but hey that’s what you get for having a piece of shit father.

Weeks passed, each day blending into the next, yet there was no sign of your release or any update on your case. The routine was monotonous: wake up, work, linger in the main area, and return to your cell. And repeat.

Sometimes you'd be called up for tea by the duke. In the beginning, the interactions were casual, filled with polite exchanges and friendly banter. At first, it was seemingly just insignificant moments – a shared smile, a fleeting glance every time you came across each other on accident. Each encounter sparked a subtle yet undeniable chemistry between you, leaving the air thick with unspoken words and lingering glances.

Whether it’s a chance encounter, a shared moment, or lingering glances, these moments leave you with thoughts that keep you up all night. Conversations were laced with double entendres, innuendos, and veiled expressions that left much unsaid. The frustration grew as these encounters started to interfere with your plans.

You had revenge plans to think up not stay up fantasizing about the duke!

Oftentimes, you found yourself teetering on the edge of restraint, your true desires momentarily surfacing before getting shoved and masked again.

Over the next weeks, the physical proximity and accidental touches became powerful instruments in the orchestration of your downfall. The magnetic pull you feel towards his grace is undeniable, every small encounter making you eagerly anticipate the inevitable moment when restraint gives way to desire.

All of this was getting in the way of your daily life. Every inch of your brain was captivated by him. As much as you hate to admit it you are starting to like your stay here.

You have had enough of this game of push and pull. It was time you put an end to your suffering. You were just hoping his feelings were mutual. A plan formed as you overheard inmates discussing a peculiar topic. It seemed that causing a ruckus or getting in trouble led to a direct audience with the duke himself for punishment and a lecture.

You found an odd pair, a traveler and a floating fairy person. Coincidentally, they usually took up shifts at the production zone at the same time you did, so you’ve shared a few meals and conversations with the pair. Quite enjoying their company and deciding that you trust them enough, you tell them your plan. Keeping the true intentions of your plan, you explain how things will go down. They both agree, saying – “Why not?”

So, the plan gets in motion.

Firstly, none of you will go to the production zone that day so you avoid being seen together. Then, at the right time, you will cross paths with the traveler, launching into an orchestrated attack – screaming and crying in a bid to attract attention. When you cause enough of a scene, the little fairy person you’ve found out is called Paimon, will start yelling and calling the guards, claiming you attacked them first out of nowhere.

Upon successfully being taken into custody, you’d send a discreet wink to your co-conspirators, signifying the success of the operation. It was a plan fraught with risk, but you were determined to put an end to your internal turmoil.

So, now that you have successfully gained the audience of the duke, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you might have made a grave mistake. The atmosphere in the room, unlike your first meeting, was tense and unwelcoming. It was clear from the duke’s expression and body language that he was furious, twirling his handcuffs while fixing a stern gaze upon you.

“Leave us.” – he commanded to the guards, his eyes never leaving your figure.

You’ve fucked up royally.

Panic set in as you realized the gravity of your actions. Maybe, just maybe you didn’t think this through. They did say that you will be punished by the duke and they did sound scared about the whole ordeal. The fear of dire punishments crossed your mind – being thrown to the dogs, enduring months without food or water. You just orchestrated your own demise for a crumb of attention from Wriothesley. Were the tea parties not enough for you?  

Attempting to salvage the situation, you stammered, “I apologize. I can explain-“

“On the table.” – he demanded abruptly.

“Excuse me. What?”

Confusion and fear gripped you as you reluctantly approached the desk and sat on it, only to be corrected with a cold command to face the other way. At least you are glad you won't know how he decides to kill you. But, as fast as lighting, his hand was around your neck as he slammed you against the table and his other delivered a hard spank. Ouch. You knew he could pack a punch from the stories he has told you, but damn.

“Was that stunt a pathetic little cry for attention?” he questioned, his voice cutting through the tension.

You were caught red-handed.

“Answer me, inmate.”

Fearing that he might get even angrier with you for lying, opting for the truth instead.

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, sir.” – if you weren’t embarrassed before, you sure are now. He let out a small, breathy laugh. His hand was massaging the spot where he spanked you.

“Good choice not to lie, sweets.” – he remarked, giving your ass a few light pats. With swift movements, he began raising your nightgown to examine his damage. As humiliation consumed you, he noticed your lack of panties. Then, he took his hands off of you, one hand holding his temple while the other scratched his stubble.

“You sure were hoping for this, weren’t you? Sneaky, not even wearing panties, princess.”

Your cunt was now exposed to him. He surely noticed the wet trail caused just by one spank. Turning your head slightly on the table you saw that he was looking straight at your ass. Feeling very exposed to him, (as if that wasn’t your original plan) you pushed yourself up on your hands. Very quickly he returned you to your original pose.

“I didn’t say you can move, your highness.”

That earned you a few more spanks, making your right cheek as red as your face. He leaned closer, putting his left hand on the table next to your head as he towered over you. The stubble on his face rubbed against your neck as he bit your earlobe.

“I’ll let this one slide. But cause a scene again I'll make you regret it.” – he whispered innocently in your ear but all you could focus on was his hand playing with the fat of your ass and how his hand was moving ever so slightly towards your cunt. The atmosphere grew charged with desire, and you found yourself struggling to maintain composure.

You took a sharp breath as his cold fingers got to their destination, gathering some of the slicks and moving upwards to pay attention to your clit. “What would your family think of you right now, princess? Begging for attention from the duke. All you had to do was ask.” He said the last part in a whisper and then started to leave open-mouth kisses from your jawline down your neck.

His hand was working magic on your clit, his skilled fingers drawing out moans and whines. You also noticed a hardness poking you from behind, deciding to test your luck you press your ass against him, earning a grunt of satisfaction from him. His left hand circled your waist, making you stand upwards. Squeezing you tighter to him, his right hand continued his ministrations on your clit.

His soft lips were now attacking your neck. Wriothesley probably noticed your whines quickening and getting more high-pitched so he stopped his work on you. Redirecting his hand upwards and paying some attention to your tits.

Sighing, you let your head rest against his chest, looking directly at him. He looked majestic in this moment, cheeks flushed as he worked his magic on you.

Missing the warmth of your core, he dipped his fingers back down, this time slowly gathering slick and pushing one finger in. The thickness of his one finger filling you in was so much better compared to yours, as you tried to reach your peak almost every night in the dirty cell thinking of him.

Noticing he is in safe waters he puts another finger in, making you take in a deep breath. As he moves his fingers inside you, your moans start to get louder. Worried that there might be guards posted outside his office, you try to keep it quiet.

Not liking your silence, he moves his other hand on your clit, adding more stimulation and eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Don’t keep quiet, princess. Let them hear you taking your punishment, so, well.” he urged you.

His pace increases, making your legs start to give up. Searching for something to keep yourself up, you hold on to his forearms, fingernails making crescent moons on his skin.

“It’s too much, I can't, please.” – you could feel tears forming in your eyes from all the bright stars he was making you see.

“Surely you don’t want us to stop now, do you, angel? After working so hard to get in this position. Hm?”

Never faltering, his pace is bringing you close to your finish. Your walls clamping on his fingers, and your breathing growing erratic.

Suddenly, he pulled all his hands off of you, when he noticed you were almost to your end. No longer having his arms for support you fall on your knees. You turn your head upwards towards him and send him the meanest glare you could muster up right now.

He was laughing at you as his hands were working on unclasping his handcuffs from his belt. Next, he crouches down and grabs your arms and handcuffs them behind, on your back. Standing up and turning you to face him better, you are now face to face with the tent in his pants.

He proceeds to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants as he lets them fall to the ground. After taking his underwear off too, you can't seem to stop yourself from salivating just from the sight.

“Quit staring at me sweets, you are gonna make me embarrassed.” He smiled softly at you as he started to stroke his length, bringing it closer to your mouth. Taking up the cue, you prepare yourself to take him. Tapping his tip on your mouth, you open and take his head in. Groaning and without a warning, he grabbed the top of your head, pulling you to take more of him inside your mouth.

Struggling to fit him inside, your eyes start watering. Relaxing your throat as much as you can, you start bobbing your head up and down his shaft. When you looked up at him, his head was thrown back in ecstasy which urged you to go faster.

“Oh, Archons. You are doing so well for me, sweets. Keep going.” His small praise lit your core up. Detriment to be good for him, you try again to fit more of him inside you. He was grunting more and whispering praises left and right.

When you felt his dick twitch in your mouth, you knew he was close. As you were preparing for his release, he suddenly removed your head from his dick. Grabbing you, like you weighed nothing, he placed you on the table and freed your hands from his handcuffs.

“You were amazing but I’d rather finish in you.”

Without any warning, he thrust himself in you. Looking straight into his eyes, with foreheads touching, both of you gasped for air, as if you were seeing the gates of Celestia. Firstly, he started slowly and sensually. You noticed that he was staring at your lips, so you took his face in your hands and brought it to your lips. The first kiss of the night was exceeding every fantasy of him you’ve had.

His pace then started to increase in speed, making you moan and whine in the kiss. Wrapping your legs around his waist only made him squeeze your hips even more, which will probably leave bruises as evidence of this night. Both of you were getting closer, as your moans got louder and louder. He then left your lips to go work on your nipples. He put one in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. One of his hands made its way down to your clit, intensifying your pleasure by lots. His ministrations were too much for you, white spots already appearing in the corners of your eyes.

“I'm close, please don’t stop, sir.” He looked up at you from his place at your chest, taking a mental photo of your face right now, hoping it would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.

Never faltering and never intending to stop, he continued his rough pace. He was close himself, and when your walls started clamping around his dick, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “C'mon, princess, cum around my cock, just like the slut you are. So desperate for me, she had to throw a fit.” – he said, grunting between words.

His degrading words helped you over the edge, prolonging your moan, your breathing unstable. He continued his relentless pace in you, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. At this point you were a blabbering mess, saying stuff that sounded like something between his name and nonsense, and him overstimulating you was not helping.

Nearing his release, he let his head fall in the crook of your neck, biting your neck as he came undone inside you. Heavy breathing filled the room. The smell of sex was present in his office, you sure were hoping no one would walk in.

After a few moments, he began to take out his softening length. His seed coming out along with him. Taking his fingers, he pushed it back in. All you could do was watch him from your seat on the table, your legs too weak to move. When he noticed you staring at him, he looked up and smiled at you.

“You want some tea?”

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[zombholic]

MY KIND OF LOVE — abby anderson

summary — illegal boxing was never on your bucket list until your friend brought you to one.

description — poc fem!reader, illegal boxer!abby, reader has tattoos and a couple of piercings, mentions of drug usage, bidding, sexual themes, not for minors.

chapters — two, three, four, pending.

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“Jesse, I really don’t wanna see your ass get rocked by some she-hulk.” You were wiping down the bar as it was starting to close up, your annoying but dear friend for many years was indeed begging you to go to one of his also many illegal boxing matches.

“No Y/nn, listen if you go with me I swear I will fix your car for free, please I just want someone to go with me.” He clasped his hands together under his chin begging you.

“Fine, only because you’re fixing my car for free.” Rolling your eyes at the boy man.

“I’ll pick you up at 10.” He shoots you a wink before heading out the bar doors.

Sliding your arms into your sweater you turned the light off on the open sign and locked the doors, quickly getting into your tiny vehicle to speed back to your even tinier apartment.

You were quick to freshen up, only wearing basketball shorts and a black wife pleaser that showed off your tattoo pieces. You slipped on your worn out black converse and left your natural, it was an underground boxing match there was no need to dress up so you quickly shot Jesse a text that you’re ready.

Jesse was there in ten minutes, you guys reached a very strange looking building but he had assured you it was quote on quote safe.

He took you into a supposed locker room, and started wrapping his hands in a white wrap. He was shirtless with a pair of blue shorts, Jesse wasn’t ugly of course he was very attractive and if you weren’t a raging lesbian you probably wouldn’t had sex with him already.

“I wont lie, Abby scares me with the way she fights.” Jesse admitted as he started air boxing you.

“I would be scared her too— stop you’re fucking annoying.” You slapped his fists away.

“How much is the bidding anyways?” You both started walking over to the arena, it was small with quite a handful of people that looked like they would watch illegal boxing.

The ring was used and looked very unsanitary but you stood over the edge of the bars watching Jesse enter them, rubbing his shoulders trying your best to hype him up but deep down you knew he was going to get his shit rocked.

“I think it was around two grand.” He took a chug of his water.

The arena grew louder, Abby’s name being chanted as you watched her jog down to the ring. Her hair in tight dutch braids, you could see the bandage wrapped around her chest that poked out of her white fitted tank top, her red shorts showing off her toned thighs that could actually crush you to death.

“I am not bidding on you.” You gave him a worrisome glance before jumping down and taking your place in front of some people.

“Now who’s ready to see our boy Jesse get his ass demolished by the one and only Abby Anderson!” You swore you saw this episode on spongebob and knew it was not going to end well.

“Start bidding motherfuckers! Money goes in the bucket!” A guy and a girl running around collecting money from the crowd, the howls and roars from them only getting louder.

This was not your environment.

You watched at they placed in their mouth guards, Abby slowly walking around Jesse like she was ready to rip his jugular out. She was first to hit him with a punch straight to his cheek, the blood already spewing out his mouth.

Wincing at the sight you couldn’t look away, he begged you to come here to watch his get obliterated by this woman who literally beats men for a living.

Jesse threw an uppercut under her chin she was quick to wipe the blood off her lips, her expression was deadpanned. She threw a couple more hits to his stomach, nose and his head. You watched your friend collapse to the floor his face screamed in excruciating agony.

The round was called out since he was on the floor, you ran over to him crawling under the rubber like bars making your way to him trying not to touch the blood or else you would pass out too. Grabbing his face you pushed his hair away from him seeing the bruises forming on his stupid face.

“Need your girlfriend to revive your bitchass?” Her mocking voice spoke behind you.

“I’m not his girlfriend Ms. She-Hulk, and fuck off you won stop being a bitch.” You turned your head to shoot her a glaring look.

She shot her hands up in defense, her tongue poking her cheek with the cockiest smirk plastered across her bloodied face. “Don’t start with me girl.”

“Or what?” You stood up crossing your arms over your chest as you shot deathly rays into Abby’s face.

“I wouldn’t even have to prove anything.” She twirled your hair around her finger.

You were quick to push her shoulders back, the audacity she had to touch you was beyond comprehension. She barely budged, her build so broad and strong it was a joke to have even pushed her.

I guess your joke of a statement ticked her off, she was quick to pushback on you but harder causing you to fall back on your ass.

“I could do much worse than push you on your fucking ass little girl.” All you could do was look away the crowd was quick to chatter and mumble about the situation.

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authors note — i swear guys the other parts will be better I PROMISE this is the best i could do for someone who doesn’t know shit about boxing. ask to be on the tag list!!

tag list — @atomicami @whore4abby @doepretty

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Request: Velvet, Eleanor, and Magilou with a shy S/O who is trying to hide the hickeys their girl friend gave them.

(Tales of Berseria) Velvet, Eleanor, and Magilou's S/O trying to hide their hickeys

Gotta say for all three of them, ow.

Velvet's S/O struggles to look at her directly, one hand gently rubbing their neck.

Velvet has a smug grin as she crosses her arms.

(Velvet) "I think that looks good on you, personally."

(S/O) "I-It's really obvious where they are!"

(Velvet) "I'm pretty sure that's the whole point of a hickey. Besides showing you're mine anyway-"

Honestly, she doesn't really care what anyone thought about the marks. And seeing S/O get this flustered over them was pretty amusing.

But there was one problem with her carefree attitude about it.

(Laphicet) "S/O? What happened to your neck?"

(S/O) "O-Oh! Well, t-that's!-"

(Eizen) "Why are you that flustered about-...Oh."

Eizen sighs, making Eleanor walk over to the group and realize what happened.

(Eleanor) "Oh my-VELVET!"

She gives Eleanor a glance, raising an eyebrow.

(Velvet) "What?"

(Eleanor) "It's...just so indecent! Why did you-"

(Laphicet) "Did Velvet do something to S/O?"

(Eizen) "No boy, don't ask questions about it. You'll learn when you're older."

(Laphicet) "...Huh?"

S/O had their face buried in their hands, making Laphicet even more confused.

Eleanor crossed her arms and looked extremely disgusted.

(Eleanor) "I cannot believe you two would-"

(Velvet) "S/O, go wash those marks off your neck. And Laphicet, it was from bug bites."

(Laphicet) "What kind of bug would...?-"

(Eizen) "One you shouldn't ask about. Here, let's ask Rokurou about it, and leave the ladies at...this."

Eizen quickly rushed away Laphicet from S/O, Velvet, and Eleanor.

(S/O) "I want to die..."

(Eleanor) "Well...at least wear a scarf!"

(Velvet) sigh "Pride still intact, S/O?"

(S/O) "No..."

Eleanor may have...gotten carried away in the moment.

Truthfully, if she had hickeys on herself, she would absolutely panic.

So to see that she had caused very noticeable ones on S/O's neck and shoulders.

(Eleanor) "...Oh my-..."

Eleanor and S/O struggle to look each other in the eye, both blushing a scarlet red.

(Eleanor) "I am so sorry...L-Let me find you something to cover it up! Or at least some makeup!"

Despite her best efforts, it is extremely noticeable.

(Rokurou) "Hey, S/O? Think ya got something on your neck."

(S/O) "D-D-Do I?!"

(Rokurou) "Yeah, looks like bite ma-...Oh."

Velvet turns around to both Eleanor and S/O, noticing both their expressions.

(Velvet) "Should've just let that lie, Rokurou."

(Rokurou) "Yeeaaaah, didn't realize till it was too late. But hey, didn't think you had it in ya, Eleanor!"

Eleanor facepalmed and swore under her breath, making S/O stare at the ground even harder.

(Velvet) "It's becoming our business when we can hear you two clear as day."

(S/O & Eleanor) "WHAT?!"

(Rokurou) "They're already dead, Velvet. No need to drive the dagger further."

Magilou did that shit on purpose.

Sure, there were other ways of saying that S/O and Magilou were a couple.

But those ways are a lot less interesting and hot.

And Magilou bit hard.

(S/O) "M-Magilou, I'm covered in bites!"

(Magilou) "That you are. And?"

(S/O) "AND?! I CAN'T GO OUT LIKE THIS!"

(Magilou) "Sure ya can! Here, let's go show the others right now!"

(S/O) "N-NO NO NO! WAIT-"

Magilou does not help with S/O's flustered reactions at all, in fact she made it worse.

The first people to see them was Velvet and Eleanor.

(Eleanor) "Good morn-..."

Eleanor's voice was caught in her throat as her eyes widened, looking at S/O's neck.

(Velvet) "...I'm even more glad I had my room far away from you two."

(Magilou) "Come now, you should be rejoicing at the healthy love blossoming between your two companions!"

Both Eleanor and Velvet's glance turned to S/O, who was on the floor, arms in their knees, and face in hands.

Accompanied by a noise that either sounded like a whine of agony, muffled screaming, or a mixture of both.

Then, the two looked back to Magilou.

(Eleanor) "Ugh, too much information."

(Velvet) "Doubt she really cares about that."

(Magilou) "I don't!~"

#tales of berseria x reader #tales of berseria imagines #tales of berseria headcanons #velvet crowe x reader #eleanor hume x reader #magilou mayvin x reader #velvet crowe #eleanor hume #magilou mayvin

[wandering-winchesters]

Nightmares

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The reader has a nightmare and Dean is there to wake her. After, he questions what caused the nightmare.

Trigger Warning: Mention of abuse, death and implied assault.

Word Count: 2,331

A/N: I wrote this for myself, I have been in my feelings a lot recently and needed an outlet. I hope you find comfort in it as well. Requests are open x.

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Fear does not even get close to describing how I feel at this very moment. The face leering above me, should be impossible. He couldn’t be here, it’s just not possible. He died. Not at my hands, but I watched it happen. 

“Miss me?” He whispers, the s, whistling when he speaks. His hands come up to grab my face, his touch burning my skin, although no marks appear. “‘Cuz I missed you,” He grins now, pulling me closer to him. Rage fills my every nerve, I try to strike him, bite him anything. But I can’t, my body seems paralyzed. He laughs, the shrill, evil sound bringing back all sorts of cruel memories. I scream, and suddenly it's all ripped away. 

“Hey, wake up. It’s okay, you’re okay.” I sit straight up, pulling away from the hands that are shaking my body. Falling straight onto the floor, completely disoriented and unable to distinguish where I am. 

“Get the fuck away from me!” I yell, scurrying backwards across the floor until my back hits the wall. Panicking, I reach around to find something, anything that I could use as a weapon. Nothing. My hands are empty. My breathing is shallow, my chest tight and my throat burning from the screams that had left my mouth moments before. The room is pitch black, but I know he’s still there. The light clicks on and I immediately focus on the other person in the room. His hands raised, to show they were empty. His head cocked slightly to the side, a look of avid concern engraved into every inch of his face.

“Hey, it’s just me, Y/N.” He says, his voice low and calm. Recognition sweeps across my body, my eyes lock onto his and I relax. Dean. It’s just Dean. He must see me relax, because he drops his hands back to his side and approaches me. He reaches down, extending both his hands, offering them to me silently. I thank him quietly, and take them. Letting him pull me to my feet and then into his embrace. I willingly sink into his arms, allowing his scent to overwhelm me. The sound of his heart beat a comforting constant rhythm, causing my own to slow. I tuck my head under his chin, resting it fully against his bare chest. He doesn’t question it, just brings a hand to the back of my neck, weaving it into my hair and scrunching his fingers. Playing with my hair in the way that he knows calms me.  His other hand is on the small of my back, tracing circles and holding me pressed against him. 

“I’m sorry.” I whisper, not daring to pull away or even attempt to move. I am positive that if I tried to stand on my own, my legs would give out from beneath me. 

“Don’t be, I was awake anyways.” A lie and we both know it. However, neither of us choose to debate it. “You wanna talk about it?” He asks, pulling back slightly so he can look down at me. I glance back up at him, sleep still heavy throughout all his features. I shake my head, not trusting my voice to speak. He nods in understanding, not pushing me any further. 

He loosens his grip on me, his hand hand from my neck dropping, but leaves the one on my back. He guides me back towards my bed, I sit on the edge, my knee bouncing. 

“You can go back to bed, De. I’m okay now.” I glance up at him, his face clearly showing that he knows I am lying. He doesn’t argue, nods his head and presses a kiss to my forehead. Something he does often, even though we aren’t together. 

“I’m not far if you need something.” He says, before turning and closing my bedroom door behind him. 

I wrap my arms around my core, trying to calm myself. Something I have done since I was a small child, but nothing seems to stop it now. I lay down, wrapping myself up in every blanket I can find, in hopes of warming my chilled body. Even though I know, the chill is internal, not something the warmest fire or blanket could resolve. According to the clock on my bedside table, I lay there for thirty minutes, restless and sleep evading my grasp. I sigh and toss my blankets to the side, clamoring out of my bed and over to the door leading to the hallway of the bunker. 

The lights are still on, someone is still up. I hear noise coming from the library and decide to head that way. I make a pit stop in the kitchen, grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge, I figure whichever brother is still awake will appreciate a cold beer if they’re still awake this late. My feet are cold, the tile floor sending a chill through my body. I should have brought one of the blankets from my bed with me, but I am not going back to get one now. I round the corner into the library and see Dean, slouched in the corner of the couch, one leg outstretched, the other planted firmly on the floor. On the couch that the boys had dragged in there specifically for me to curl up on, while I read up on whatever lore necessary for the next hunt. The TV is turned on, some old movie playing quietly on the screen. He sees me coming and chuckles, I am a sight, I’m sure. My hair pulled up in a messy bun, sleep shorts hugging my hips and one of Dean’s well worn shirts adorning my body. I offer him a sheepish smile, handing him one of the beers. He shifts his body, so I can sit comfortably next to him. He pops the cap off his beer, taking a sip before turning to face me, slinging an arm over the back of the couch. I settle into the corner, leaning back and crossing my legs under me. I look down at the beer in my hand and debate on whether I want to struggle with the lid or just ask him for help. I choose the latter, I hold it out to him and shake it back and forth, gently. “Help, please?” I say, a small smile forming on my lips. He laughs again, reaching over and popping the bottle top off easily. Handing it back to me, but not before giving me crap about not being old enough to drink if I can’t get the lid off. I roll my eyes at him, but thank him all the same. We sit in silence for awhile, watching the movie play out before us. I have no idea what was happening, but I was thankful for his company nonetheless. I feel his eyes on me every so often, glancing at me before focusing back on the television. 

“Y/N,” He breaks the silence, I look over at him and he is focused on me now. His beer mostly gone, I can tell he has questions. Things he wants me to clarify and it makes anxiety bubble up within me. 

“You want another beer? I’ll go get it.” I say, standing quickly and moving to take his almost empty bottle. “What? No, sit down.” He sighs, grabbing my arm as I go to take his beer. I comply, knowing that I owe him an explanation. I sit back on the couch, returning to my prior position. I grab the blanket from the back of the couch and pull it over me, a barrier between myself and the outside world. 

“You were talking in your sleep before you screamed, something about how he should be dead? You watched him die yourself? And then you screamed and, god, I have never heard that sound come from you before. What was that one about, sweetheart? Did something happen to you? Something you haven’t told me?” He poses the questions gently, his eyes watching me for any reaction or glimmer of an explanation. I stare at my lap, my hands coming up to rub my arm, a method of self soothing that I had adopted long ago. 

“De, I, I don’t know where to start.” I mumble, stuttering over my words in the beginning. My throat feels closed off and it is difficult to speak. My eyes flutter closed as a flash of memory floods my brain. The hard floor pressed against my back, the metal digging into my wrists, his face hovering above me. The things he had done, mostly unknown by myself at that moment in time. My consciousness fleeting in and out, thanks to the concussion he had given me in the process of breaking my will. 

“Hey,” Dean rests his hand on my knee, snapping me back to reality with a jolt. “you’re not there, wherever your thoughts are. You’re here, with me and you’re completely safe.” He says, his thumb moving back and forth over my skin. I nod, clearing my throat. 

“Dean, do you remember when your dad called you and told you that he needed you to come get me and keep me with you for awhile?” I ask and Dean nods, his lips curving up in a slight smile. 

“A call, I will forever be thankful for.” He states and I smile back, momentarily distracted and reminded of the day when Sam and Dean showed up outside of the motel room John had left me in.

“What he didn’t tell you was why. Your dad found me, he was hunting a demon. That demon happened to be possessing my boyfriend at the time. What I didn’t realize is that the entire time I was with him, he was possessed. I fell for all of his tricks, all of his advances, sweet nothings and every promise he made me. He had an easy time of it, he promised me an escape from my family. I was desperate to get out, so when an attractive, seemingly kind man offered me that, I jumped at the opportunity. It didn’t take long after I moved in with him for everything to change. He became cruel, snapping at me over the smallest things. Controlling what I did, who I could see.” I pause, taking a shaky breath. Dean squeezes my knee giving me the courage to continue. “If I didn’t do what he wanted or if I talked back, he would beat me…” Over the next few minutes I go into more detail of the things that he would do to me, the way he treated me and the closed brushes with death that I experienced. I don’t even realize that tears have started to fall from my eyes, until Dean brushes one away with his thumb. His face unreadable, but his body tense. 

“The night your dad found me, was the closest I ever came to death. I watched your dad kill him. He used one of the bullets from the colt to kill him, in the process killing the body that the demon possessed. I don’t know who he was, or anything about him but his face haunts me, almost every night. I wouldn’t be here, if it wasn’t for your dad. If you hadn’t come to get me when he asked, I don’t know what would have happened to me or where I would be now. I think he knew that, which is why he had you two come get me. Take me in.” I exhale, my breathing accelerated now, a small sob escaping my lips. The feeling of getting everything off my chest and out into the open a relief, one that I never thought I would get. I drop my head into my hands my tears flowing freely now, sobs emanating from deep within me. 

“C’mere.” Dean mutters, his hands gripping my ankles and pulling me across the couch towards him. He pulls me into his arms, his hand pulling my head into his chest and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Ive always known there was a reason for what dad did, but I never expected it to be that. The demon is lucky that he’s already dead, otherwise he would have absolute hell to pay.” He murmurs, his lips moving against my forehead, his words soft but the anger showing through them. 

“I didn’t want you to think less of me, Dean. I thought that if you knew then you would look at me differently, think of me as weak. That you wouldn’t let me come with you and Sammy on hunts.” I say, pulling my body closer to his, the need for comfort overwhelming any other thought in my head. 

“I could never think any less of you, Y/N. You are one of the most amazing people I know and I am so lucky to have you in my life. Please never doubt that, baby.” His words shock me, especially the use of baby. He has called me sweetheart many times, out of comfort or teasing. But never anything else. 

“Dean?” I ask, my voice timid and quiet. He hums in response, looking down at me. “Thank you, for listening. For waking me up from my nightmare and comforting me. I couldn’t have gotten through tonight without you.” I look up at him, our eyes locking. I rest one of my hands on his cheek, angling his face towards me. I inhale, steeling my nerves and lean up, closing the distance between our lips. I hesitate, close enough to almost taste him, close enough I can feel his breath against my lips. He leans down, closing the distance and kisses me. It is unlike any kiss I have had in the past, its slow, meaningful and there is no hint of an ulterior motive. Just this, just a kiss. Just me and him. It’s enough, I’m enough. 

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[nescaveckwriter]

Don't Leave Me

Dean Winchester x Reader 🐞

Summary: Dean, did the unthinkable, and cheated on you, on your anniversary.

A/N: Oh yay, I'm so excited, not only my first one shot, but also my first one done for the bingo @jacklesversebingo 🐞❤️💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Line: I don't really hate you, but I hate what you have done to us!

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Word Count: Honestly no idea😱 will check next time🤩

Cover Art: Done by me 🐞 and the pic's from Pinterest and Canva 💕

Characters: Dean Winchester, Mention of Sam, and you❤️

"No Dean" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"You don't get to look at me like that" I sniffed

"How could you do this to us?" Anger and sadness visible on my face

"Baby Listen" his voice low

With my hands on his muscular chest I shove him backwards, screaming now, "I don't need too listen, dammit, nothing you say is going to change a thing"

His emerald green eyes, is welled up, "just listen please" barely audible

"I hate you Dean" I say while throwing the ring on the floor

Taking a suitcase from the closet, tossing in any clothes I can find.

"You're leaving babe?" the distraught look on his face, caught you off guard

"Don't look at me like that, its your fault" you shove him out of the way walking to the bathroom to grab your toiletries.

He grabs ahold of your arm, spinning you around, and into his chest, "let me go," making my hands into small fist's, hitting against him, though it's not really doing anything.

His eyes pleading "sweetheart, please just listen to me, it didn't mean anything"

Squinting your eyes, "it didn't mean anything? Don't lie to me, Dean"

"I'm sorry" he claimed

"Yeah, your sorry I found out" I sneered

His jaw clenches, "no, babe, I'm serious it didn't mean a damn thing"

"Great so you threw all of this away for nothing" I smirked

"I was drunk okay! I didn't know what I were doing" his face full of guilt

Laughing a little "that's a lame excuse if I ever heard one"

You can't stand to be this close to him, hearing his heart beating, the way he looks into your eyes, the way his arms is holding you, you always were so weak when it came to him, it always were like some sort of special gift he had, making you putty in his big hands. But not today, not know, not after what he's done.

Trying to get out of his tight grip, you try to shove him backwards again, but he just holds you tightly, his voice revealing the sadness "do you really hate me"

Searching his face, his emerald green eyes, now, almost hazel like. Your voice brittle, tears streaming down my face "No, I... I don't really hate you, but I hate what you have done to us"

He thumbs away some of the tears, letting out a whisper, "I'm so sorry sweetheart"

"Sorry, just sorry, it won't work" you whisper - scream

"Then what will, baby" he asks

"I don't know,! nothing! The day you slid that ring on my finger, you swore you'll never betray me, break my trust, or trash my heart, guess what you did" getting angry all over again now "how could you" and with that you get out of his grip

Realising what he did, he just stood there, not making a sound, just listening to the sound of her crying, crying he caused. "Dammit" he cursed underneath his breath.

Taking her suitcase she walks out of their shared room, right to the door, glancing over the house she called home for the past five years, the memories they shared, the laughter, it's all gone now, in one night, he managed to erase five years of their lives together.

Dean runs towards her, "Baby wait, just stay, it's 3 in the morning, you can't drive like this" concern in his husky voice.

Glaring at him, "don't act like you care, if you did, you would have known, what yesterday was"

Dean, looks at her puzzled, following her eyes to the kitchen, he's jaw dropped when he saw the kitchen table, set and decorated for two, candles, placed with champagne flutes, and a bottle that was supposed to be on ice, a freshly baked pie in the middle.

"Babe, I'm"

"Don't finish that sentence, I'm so sick and tired of your sorries," I warned.

"I can't believe I was so naive, yesterday when you didn't show, I called Sam, he said as far as he knew you went for a drink, the case you worked on hit you hard, I was afraid you had to much to drink, and maybe gotten in a accident, but to my surprise, I found you with that... that, woman, her arms wrapped around you having a good time, how the hell could you do that to us, to me?" I screamed

"Babe, it meant nothing, I love you"

Tears flooded down my cheeks "no! Dean! You do not love me" you mumbled, "goodbye Dean"

"Please baby, don't go, don't leave me" he pleaded

He grabs a hold of your wrist, but you shake it loose, almost running towards your car, hearing him say something in the distance, but you reply with a shout "don't you follow me Dean Winchester" and with that you started the engine, put it in drive and drove off

In your rearview mirror, you see the man you loved, still love, standing there distraught look on his face, the blurriness of your glazed up eyes, makes it hard to focus on the road ahead, but you just drove further anyway, not wanting to stay there, the way he made you feel, the hurt, pain and betrayal is just to much.

Seeing taillights of her car, is just one too much, how is he going to fix this, why did he do what he did, "what am I gonna do" throwing a punch in the air.

He just stood there in the pouring rain, watching as the love of his life, went further and further out of his reach.

That's when he heard the tires screeching on the wet road, and then the heart wrecking loud noise, he just some how knew it was her. He ran, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Noooooo!" Screaming as he got closer, her car hanging over the road barrier, "Baby," he grabs ahold of her hand, her face bloodied, her legs pinned, her eyes, bloodshot from the crying, "Dean" she whispers with pain. "I'm here sweetheart, don't leave me, I love you" a half smile on his plum lips. With the closing of her eyes she whispers "I love you too Dean"

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[chaeinedup]

1 + 1 = S2

Loud music could be heard from both rooms in the house. Your neighbours have probably grown accostumed to such thing, it meant it was going out night. Part of them was relieved it wasn't another noisy game night, which are pretty frequent as well.

You were seated on the floor, redoing your ponytails for the 3rd time. Your arms were on fire but you were committed to this look.

"Siri, call yuyu please."

"Calling yuyu."

.....

"Hello ? Y/n ?"

"Hiii just wanted to ask where you are."

"We're almost ready to leave the house. You guys ?"

"I'm almost done if my hair cooperates with me. Wooyoung is most likely waiting for me. I'm surprised he hasn't barged in my room yet."

"Try not to be late!"

"AS IF!!"

"Don't give me attitude missy. Now I'm gonna get the car started, I'll see you in a bit. Bye"

"Bye Bye, don't miss me!"

.....

After 10 more minutes you were finally done. One last look in the mirror and all that work paid off. The boots made your legs look longer and your mini skirt complemented the cropped shirt well. You grabbed your purse and headed to the leaving room where a very impacient Wooyoung awaited you.

"What took you so long ?"

"It takes time to look this good you know?"

"Pleeeease!!"

"Don't roll your eyes at me wooyoung I'll hit you."

"And I'd like it so who's really winning?"

He gave you his signature smirk and winked at you from the couch.

"EW. Let's go. The others already left."

The club was pretty crowded, expected for a friday night, but you weren't scared to get lost. You like to get loose. And it's not like you don't have 8 guys that are constantly keeping an eye on you.

"Don't run off on us again for the love of god."

"Seonghwa for your own sake if I stay none of yall are pulling anyone. Same applies to me."

"Why do you want to get with anyone ?"

"Wouldn't you like to know! I'm off, if you need me yell."

You made your way t the dance floor before he opened his mouth.

"BUT YOU WON'T HEAR IT!!"

"YEAH THAT'S THE POINT!!"

Since it was a 2000s night you were more than happy to have traded your comfortable apartment for the hell. It has it's perks.

You had no idea but someone was drilling holes in your head, Wooyoung was exceptionally bothered by how you left them behind.

"How can she just leave ?"

"Cause she can ?? What are you on about, chill she's not your girl."

Mingi's words were harsher than what met the eye. Sure you weren't dating but he can't lie that the though of some other guy touching you infuriated him. He kept denying his feelings and that maybe this was just him wanting to protect his friend. But Yunho smiled to himself when he saw Wooyoungs furrowed eyebrows.

"You should just tell her how you feel you know?"

"What feelings? It's just unfair we're her friends and she doesn't care."

"And you care too much for "just a friend" don't you think? Listen she can take care of herself she's always been this way, you get used t it."

Yunho tried to relax him but it just made Wooyoung get int his head. Maybe he should've stayed home. No, he couldn't possibly let you out of the house by yourself looking like that.

Meanwhile you were having the time of your life, you had met a group of girls that were on their bacherolette party. It's like you knew them all your life, screaming all the songs, taking pictures, clinking drinks. Girlhood.

You decided to go get another drink and since no one else wanted anything you went alone. Normally this would mean getting approached by a couple of random guys trying to smooth talk you and al of them failling to do so. But unlike other times, the voice behind you was familiar.

"So. Are you having fun ?"

"Oh my god Yunho, I am those girls are so fun. Did you know that the bride and groom met through mutual friends and they actually lived together for a while before he realised he had feelings for her?? How CUTE is that??"

He couldn't help but smile due to the resemblances.

"Yeah it's really sweet. I guess you really never know when love is ready to knock at your door. But what about you, have you gone maneater on anyone?"

"I kinda don't care honestly, I'm having a good time and that's all I care about."

"That's my girl. Now be sure to behave. If you need us, we're at the booth.

He kissed your cheek before disappearing into the sea of people.

You looked at the time, 5:23am. Time to call it a night. You sayed goodbye to the group of girls that accompanied you through the night and wished them all the best. Making your way up to the booths you realised you were a lot more under the influence than you thought. You didn't really care, it's almost the end of the night and the guys are more then used to this side of yours.

Once they saw you they cheered and clapped, you bowed like a princess and smiled at their unnecessary but appreaciated "welcome back".

"How many fishes did you catch sailor?" Mingi gave you another shot he had brought upstairs.

"A THOUSAND" You yelled and chugged the green liquid. "I'm kidding 0, there's no cute guys here."

You sat down next a very pouty Wooyoung.

"What's up with you? What happened to my loud and energetic comrade?"

He gave you no answer, just his cold gaze.

"Damn are you really that upset that I didn't stick around? I thought you were used to it by now."

He got up and made his way to the balcony. There's no way he's throwing a tantrum for something so stupid, you thought to yourself. You followed his angry steps.

"Be so fucking serious Wooyoung? What the fuck?"

He turned to you and you could see there wasn't a hint of alchool in his system. This wasn't one of his drunk stunts that he pulled when he wanted a tad bit more of attention. He was actually upset.

"Okay, I'm sorry I'm being so agressive, just talk to me woo, please."

"I don't like you running off on us that's all."

"That's not all Wooyoung, we've never been mad at eachother and it's not gonna start now."

You got closer to him holding his hands and caressing them. You were giving him your most sincere eyes and he couldn't believe that he was about to kiss you.

It caught you by surprise, so much so you froze in the first few seconds, not knowing if this was a dream or reality. You decide to give in nonetheless. His hands soft, like you remembered from all the times he touched your skin in times of need. Heartbreaks, cramps, tickles, you name it. He was always there for you.

Yunho sipped his drink with a victorious grin, as he watched from the inside. He looked at the rest of the guys and let out a "I told you so."

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[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Finale

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also.It's just colors and vibes here. It's been a chaotic journey, but it finally ends today, most likely with a character death, so . . .

Disclaimer: I'm just screaming this entire post.

Surprising absolutely no one, Barbara immediately forgave Charles. Like I wrote last week, I'll hold this grudge for both of us, Babe.

If this bastard is still alive by the end of this, there is no justice in the world.

Did he just give them a key to get out? They could just walk through a door, but . . . I'll take it. Kentana is trying to redeem himself. Now, KILL YOUR SHITTY FATHER, and you will earn the top place in my heart.

Don't do it, Way Way. Don't. I see you eyeing that man, but you will take zero bullets for Pete or Babe. Am I clear?! NONE! I don't care if you are wearing white compared to everyone else's black. You will not die. No.

I'm not even going to say shit about these two's colors because BIG RED JUST KILLED A KID!

OH FUCK! HE IS KILLING EVERYONE!

KIMBERLY! I LOVE YOU!

And this is why you deserve to die. Who does something like this? It's not a porn, sir. This is a murder. You're about to die. Not get laid.

WAYMOND, NO! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING DO THIS! NOOOOOOOOOO!

I know it's blood, but the 'smoke' being red too is great and I need more of it as BIG RED DIES FOR KILLING WAY WAY!

Y'all are letting Big Red talk too much while Way Way is just bleeding out on the floor, and I just need one of y'all to apply pressure to the wound so Way has a fighting chance. Please for the love of God. PLEASE! LET WAY LIVE!

Oh, shit, this is awful. Do NOT think about any good memories with this man who wore red in the past but no longer does for some wacky reason. Those memories are all tainted. He is awful. KILL HIM ALREADY AND GET WAY WAY TO THE HOSPITAL!

I HATE HIM! Barbara, don't you trade your life for Charles. Don't fucking do it. Charles came back from the dead once. He can do it again. KILL BIG RED ALREADY!

OH MY FUCKING GOD, YES! I LOVE KENTA! KILL HIM!

YOU KILLED YOUR SHITTY FATHER! YOU'VE DONE WHAT NO OTHER BL BOY HAS EVER DONE!

YOU WON MY HEART!

Now, someone go hug him! Pete what the fuck are you doing?! One boyfriend is dying and another is breaking down. DO SOMETHING, PETER!

I knew this was going to happen! I knew Way was gonna die taking a bullet for Babe. I knew it, and I'm still upset! WHY?! Why can't Peter have TWO boyfriends?! Why do we always have to kill someone to redeem them and to cancel them out of the poly plot equation. LET POLY HAPPEN!

Fuck, Alan is crying.

FUCK!

I will not be pacified with Jeffrey finally being consumed by blue. I'm still very upset about Way Way having to die instead of Peter just having two boyfriends.

Vegas' Hedgehog, I'm so over your ass! Red flowers?! At Way's funeral?! That is sooooo rude! What is wrong with you?! Read the room, you pretty bitch! RED IS OUT! Way died for the blue! THE BLUE!

I hate this necklace. I hate that Way is dead instead of being taken care of by his two boyfriends. Where the hell is Ken anyway?! Why is he not holding Peter's hand right now? WHAT IS THIS LIE?!

I trust your dad, Barbie, because he is wearing blue, but you have had to cry a thousand tears this episodes, and I pray like GMMTV's First, you stay hydrated because crying can wreck havoc on a thirsty body.

Y'all cannot fuck the grief away in the blue. You can try, but Waymond is still gonna be dead instead of having two boyfriends. This is a real problem, and I want it addressed. RIGHT NOW!

KIMBERLY! YOU'RE BLUE NOW!

Everyone is in blue, and then we have Vegas' fucking Hedgehog in those damn orange pants, and . . . AHHHHHHH *starts throwing clothes around the room and out the window*

Barbie is lighter. He is still black, but now he has the white mixed with it while he looks longingly into the eyes of his Blue Boy (who lied to him several times including lying about his death, pero I'll carry this grudge for both of us, Barbara)

Now why the fuck are you wearing red, Alan?! Why won't this show just let me have nice things?!

So . . . now that this is all over and I, unsurprisingly, did NOT get poly nor Kenta x Pete, I will be unblocking the tags because seeing black boxes on my dash is driving me crazy, and I need to reblog some GIFs of Kimberly, Alan, and Waymond x Peter x Kentana to fill this huge void in my heart where a poly plot would have perfectly fit.

I will never go back and watch this show with subs. Never. Whatever I got from it was exactly what I needed to get from it, and I need nothing else. Because what I got was a boy FINALLY deciding to

KILL HIS SHITTY FATHER

Kenta, you deserve my respect. You loved Pete. You helped all the guys in your own way. You killed your shitty dad. You committed queer wrongs, and I forgive every single one of them. You deserve a happy life, and I hope you are laying in Pete's bed with his arms around you thinking about what y'all will have for breakfast, so he can read your mind and go make it for you.

I like you.

I respect you.

I love you.

And so does Pete.

GIVE ME POLY, DAMN IT!

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they guided me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 13 #Give me poly already! #Kenta is my favorite now