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0cta9on · 17 days

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Train Ride to Heaven

length: +3k words

Genre: Smut

NewJeans Hanni x Male Reader

(Author's Note: The winner of the first smut poll! I wrote this entire thing in 1.5 sittings, so it's very rough and unedited. Nevertheless, hope you horny sickos enjoy it <3)

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A weary sigh leaves your lips as you rest the back of your head against the trembling glass of the subway. Eight years of college, even more years of brown-nosing just for a sliver of a chance at a promotion, hours of sleep lost from nights working overtime, and where did it land you? A thankless office job that considers you more of a number than a living, breathing human being. After all that, you get to go home to a loveless marriage with a woman you know for a fact is cheating on you with her personal trainer, but you’re too tired to do anything about it. Hooray for you.

You feel the subway slowly creep to a stop. A few more of those and you’ll finally be able to sleep and pretend like you're dead for a couple hours before doing it all over again. A lone girl, at least 18, walks into the car and takes a seat directly across from you - an odd move considering the entire car is completely empty aside from you. You try to ignore her, opting to get some shut-eye before you get to your stop, but you can’t deny the shift in the atmosphere from her presence. She’s a pretty young girl, all alone at this time of night. You could do anything to her and no one would even know. You shake your head at the thought. No good can come from a perverted old man like yourself.

“Psst…”

Although, there’s no fault in thinking like that if it stays in your mind. A cute girl like her could easily be taken advantage of. In fact, she’s lucky that you’re here instead of an actual sicko that would try to put their hands all over her.

“Psst… Ahjussi…”

This shitty marriage has got you all pent up. Not like you would have any energy left in you, especially after a day like this. Lucky you. Maybe if you pray hard enough, whatever god is up there will pity you and summon a woman that’ll throw themselves at you. If only life were that easy.

“Ahjussi!”

Your eyes shoot open from the sudden noise. The girl sitting across from you giggles to herself as she smiles at you. It isn’t immediately obvious due to her innocent features, but you can tell that she’s hiding something behind that smile. Something sinister, even. How exciting.

“What?” You ask. Her sly smile only grows as she subtly raises her skirt. Little by little, she reveals the supple flesh of her thighs, firm and plump. You know in the back of your mind that this is wrong, that she shouldn’t be exposing herself to an old man like this, but the second you see that little bit of white cotton in between her legs, all common sense flies out the window. Suddenly, she lowers her skirt, much to your disappointment. Your emotions must have been obvious as she cackles sweetly, pointing at your face. Embarrassed, you lean back and shut your eyes, hoping she’ll leave you alone for the duration of the ride.

“Ahjussi~” she teases in a sing-songy voice. “Open your eyes~” Like a fool, you follow her orders without a second thought. This time, however, the reward is greater than you could have ever imagined. Her white cotton panties are there in full view for no one else but yourself, drawing you in like a siren. The girl bites her lip as she traces circles around her crotch, more for you rather than herself. Your cock begins to strain in your pants, begging to be set free.

“Come here,” she says, beckoning you with a single finger. You quickly do as she says and sit next to her. Up close, you can see just how deceivingly innocent she is with her big, round eyes and her thick, pouty lips. Anyone would walk by her and assume she’s a classy and upstanding student, not a little slut teasing random old men in a subway (Not that you mind).

“My name is Hanni, what’s your name?” She asks, gripping the sleeve of your blazer while she plays with herself under her skirt.

“I-I, u-um, m-my name is-”

She brings a finger to your lips, silencing you. “Actually, I don’t really care, I’m just gonna call you daddy,” Hanni giggles. You force yourself to take a deep breath in an attempt to remain composed, but inside, you’re cheering like an addicted gambler finally hitting that sweet, sweet jackpot.

“So Daddy, what are you doing riding the train home this late at night?” The lilt she puts on that word is enough to drive you insane, but you try to hold back, not wanting to scare her off if you appear too eager.

“Uh, y’know, just getting home after a long day of work. Boring office job and all that. Nothing you would find any interest in,’ you sigh. Hanni pouts, looking at you with a sympathetic expression.

“Awww poor daddy, you must be so stressed.” She holds onto your arm, pushing her perky breasts into you. Your wife has never given you so much as a glance in your direction whenever you showed up exhausted from work. She’s probably too busy texting her personal trainer. Hell, she’s probably fucking him right at this very moment. It’s only fair if you get to have some fun for yourself, right?

“Yeah, I suppose I am pretty stressed. On top of that, my wife has been cheating on me with this personal trainer guy she met a couple months ago.” As soon as you mention your wife’s adultery, a hint of a smirk appears on Hanni’s lips.

“Oh no~,” she says, feigning pity. “Maybe I can help you… feel better?” She puts your hand on your chest and inches it downwards, all while maintaining eye contact with you. Her face is close enough for you to feel her breath on your chin, but just far enough for her to escape if you try to kiss her. All you can do is wait as you feel her hand getting closer and closer closer to your raging erection. Everything fades away but the pumping of your heart and the gentle brown of her eyes. Finally, a guttural groan escapes your mouth as she grasps onto your cock, stroking it through your pants.

Hanni giggles at your expression. “Does that feel good, Daddy? Do you like it when I play with Daddy’s cock?” All you can do is nod as she continues to toy with you, rubbing and squeezing along your shaft. It’s been so long since another person has touched your penis that you almost finish right then and there, but you continue to hold it in with steely determination.

“Daddy’s cock is so big and thick, I don’t know if it’ll fit in my tiny, little mouth.” Hanni leans into your ear, tickling your skin with her breath as she whispers, “Maybe we should find out.”

“Y-yes, god yes,” you practically beg.

“Then tell me what to do,” she says. “I’m your little whore for the night. Treat me like one.” Those filthy words coming out of her pretty mouth is a memory that you will never forget until the day you die.

“Fucking suck my cock, you slut,” you command her, a little too enthusiastically. Even in the prime of your relationship, your wife would never let you talk to her like this. To have your commands followed by this cute girl is heart-poundingly exhilarating. You feel like a whole new man.

Hanni fiddles with your belt buckle at a snail’s pace. You try to do it yourself to get the ball rolling, but she swats your hand away.

“Let me do it by myself, Daddy~” she pouts. With a nod, you lean back and let her have her way, succumbing to the desires of her cuteness. If she wanted to, she could easily take over the world with her looks alone.

After unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants, all that’s left is the fabric of your underwear separating your dick from her glossy lips. Hanni places a few gentle kisses on your bulge, drawing a moan from your belly. Giggling, her fingers hook around the waistband and pull it down at a tantalizingly slow pace, leaving you to wait as your heart threatens to burst from your chest. Finally, your member swings up, almost hitting Hanni in the face. Her jaw drops as she gazes at your length, a look of surprise and a little bit of fear in her eyes.

“Oh shit…” she whispers to herself before shaking her head and putting back the sultry appearance she had before. “I can’t wait to choke on your big, fat cock, Daddy,” she smirks as she begins to stroke your shaft. Hanni’s hands are much softer than your wife’s, and even more skilled as she cups your balls, applying just enough pressure so that it doesn’t hurt. You watch with bated breath as she leans forward, eyeing the tip of your cock for a moment before it disappears into her open mouth. The sound of your moan echoes throughout the subway car as Hanni sucks on your tip, slowly taking in more of your length with each bob of her head. Even your wife’s cocksucking skills pale in comparison to hers, you almost feel bad for the guy that she’s fucking.

“Yes, good girl, Hanni. Suck that dick, you fucking slut,” you encourage. You notice her ass sticking up in the air, and thanks to the rumbling of the train and her bobbing motions, her skirt rides up just enough for you to peek at the white panties covering her ass, giving you the bright idea to reel back and her a good, hard spank. She moans into your cock, heightening the sensation.

“I bet you like that, you little whore.” You yank her up by the hair, forcing her to look at you, saliva covering her mouth and chin. All the inhibitions and common sense you had before are completely gone, leaving nothing behind but animalistic desire. “Say it. Say that your daddy’s little fucktoy.”

“I’m daddy’s little fucktoy,” she repeats, giggling at you. Satisfied, you release her hair and sit back, watching as she alternates between deepthroating your shaft and sucking on your balls while she strokes your entire length with her spit. You would happily quit your job and live at the subway instead if it meant you get to have this petite sex doll all to yourself every night.

Suddenly, the train comes to a stop at one of the stations and a man stumbles inside. The two of you scramble to cover up, hiding any semblance that the two of you are doing anything indecent. Much to your dismay, the man sits nearby, making it difficult for even small gestures to go unnoticed. He’s clearly not a student nor is he an office worker, so why the hell would he be riding the subway this late at night!?

“Wait,” Hanni whispers, pointing at the man. “Look.”

Confused, you watch as his body begins to sway with the movements of the train. Upon closer inspection, you notice that his eyes are struggling to stay open and his clothes are disheveled. Clearly, he’s either drunk, faded, or both. Finally, BAM - he knocks out on the seat, completely unconscious.

Hanni stifles as she gives you a knowing look. “He’ll be out for a little while so…” She bends over the seat, shaking her butt at you. “Fuck my little pussy with that cock, Daddy~,” she teases, winking back at you.

Pounding with excitement, you release your cock and stroke it back to life, while your other hand pulls down her white cotton panties, finally revealing her pinky honeypot to you. With Hanni’s saliva as lube, you line up your tip with her cunt, teasing her moist folds.

“Are you ready, baby?” you ask

“I’m so fucking rea- MMPH!” She struggles to stifle a moan as you completely bottom out inside of her, all in one thrust. So slick and so tight, you don't even care about comparing her to your wife anymore. All you want to do is ruin her little pussy and use it as your personal cocksleeve. You sink your fingers into her hips, pulling her into you with each thrust and watching her cute ass jiggle against you.

Fuck that stupid company. Fuck your stupid bitch of a wife. Your entire life you were told what to do, how to act, and what you should look like in order to succeed in life. You followed everyone’s orders to a T, even going above and beyond to obtain that success that was oh so coveted. But look where you are now - eight inches deep into some girl you just met tonight. Fuck the “high-paying job” and fuck the “hot wife”. If this isn’t success, then you don’t know what is.

“O-oh my g-god… Y-you’re so f-fucking h-huge…” Hanni squeaks in between thrusts, desperately trying to control her volume. You’re unsure how much longer you can manage, but it doesn’t matter. Whether she likes it or not, this slut is gonna leave with a gallon of your cum deep inside of her.

Hanni’s body begins to shake violently. “I-I… I’m cumming!” She shrieks wildly.” You pull out of her, watching in astonishment as she squirts all over the seats. And your wife said you could never dream of satisfying a woman - if only she could see this now.

“H-holy shit…” she says, leaning her head on your shoulder as she gasps for air. “That was… fucking insane.” Both of you laugh as you wait for her to get down from her high. Miraculously, the man didn’t notice her ear-splitting orgasm, still completely out cold.

Suddenly, Hanni straddles your lap, wrapping her arms around your head. “I noticed that you didn’t cum yet, Daddy.” She gyrates your hips, rubbing her wet slit against your tip. You figure she would still be sensitive after the first round, but it’s clear she was built purely to fuck. “Maybe we should change that,” she says, biting her lips.

“Maybe we should,” you smirk. Hanni kisses you as she drops her hips onto your cock, causing her to moan into your mouth. Not wanting to give up dominance completely, you shove your tongue down her throat, filling two of her holes at once. The wet slapping of her bouncing on your cock echoes throughout the car, and at this point, you don’t care if that man wakes up or not. He could be completely conscious and recording you right now, but you still wouldn’t stop plowing this little minx. In fact, you secretly hope that he is recording right now - the whole world should know that this fucktoy named Hanni is yours and yours alone.

You rip open her top, exposing her perky tits. They are on the smaller side, but they’re big enough to jiggle with each bounce and that’s good enough for you. Hanni grabs your head as you latch onto her tits, licking and sucking every inch of her chest. The pressure begins to build in your loins and you know the end is coming soon. Wanting to milk every drop of this experience, you stand up, supporting Hanni by the ass, and begin ramming into her with every ounce of energy you have left. Rather than a 40-something-year-old man, you feel like you’re reborn again into your 20-year-old body. You feel the familiar tightening of Hanni’spussy around your member, and with one final thrust, your body is elevated to Heaven. Shooting rope after rope into her deep cunt, the high is nothing like you’ve ever experienced in your lifetime. Not even your wife- Ah, who cares about her. She’s nothing but dirt under your foot, while Hanni is an angel sent from above.

You gently place her down on the seat before collapsing next to her, shutting your eyes so you can replay this entire experience in your head. Never in your life did you think you would ever get this lucky. The train comes to a halt, and a hand pats your shoulder.

“Sorry Daddy, but this is my stop,” she giggles as she skips towards the open doors. Despite the rough pounding you just gave her, she somehow managed to look presentable in the short time that your eyes were closed. “I’ll see you around, Daddy~”

The last thing you see is her wink before hopping off the train and disappearing into the night. You’re disappointed that you didn’t ask for her contact information before she left, but you’re confident that you’ll cross paths with her again in the future. Surely, whatever god that heard your prayers isn’t that cruel, right?

As you approach your stop, you quickly get yourself sorted, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention from passersby. If your wife asks about any mysterious “stains” on you, you could easily attribute it to being clumsy while drinking. Not that she would care enough to ask anyway.

Upon exiting the car, a police officer stops you as you approach the stairs.

“Excuse me, sir,” he says. You try to ignore him, hoping that there’s someone behind you that he’s referring to, but unfortunately, nobody else is around. “Sir, I need to talk to you for just a moment.”

“What’s the problem, officer?” You ask, hiding your panic behind a nervous smile. A whirlwind of questions swarm your mind. Is this about Hanni? Did you get caught? Was it that drunk guy that sold you out? Beads of sweat begin to form on your head as the police officer questions you.

“There has been an increase in robberies in the subway recently and I just want to ask if you saw any suspicious individuals lurking around the subway.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that the heat isn’t on you. “Well, no officer, I haven’t seen any suspicious individuals around,” you reply.

“Are you sure?” He asks. “All the victims have described the suspect as being a short Asian girl, about 18 years of age, with big brown eyes and black hair. Does that ring any bells for you?

An alarm blares throughout your head. Surely he’s lying, right? Maybe he’s talking about a different Asian girl. There are probably thousands, no, MILLIONS of people that fit that criteria. Besides, you and Hanni shared a special connection tonight. She’s the answer to everything that ever went wrong in your life, an angel sent from Heaven to cure you of your miseries. Hanni wouldn’t lie to you, right?

You dig through your pockets, frantically scrambling for your wallet and your phone. You feel something in your pocket and pull it out, only to be filled with dread at the sight of it - white cotton panties.

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wynnyfryd · 1 year

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hey, quick question but what if Eddie hadn’t just said “make him pay” at the end? what if he’d actually done it, screwed up his face and his single scrap of courage and kissed Steve hard, one desperate press of lips before he stepped back out of Steve’s space? Only…

Only Steve’s not gay. He’s not. Not that there’s anything wrong with it if Eddie is, but he isn’t. Steve likes girls, is kind of hung up on one girl in particular, actually, and she’s standing right behind him watching this go down, and oh, God is this awkward now.

He squares his shoulders, gives Eddie a nod that he hopes conveys something like “sorry” and “it’s okay” and “I’m not gonna punch you when this is over, man, I’m really not,” but Eddie’s eyes cut away and he clears his throat and then Nancy’s saying, “Steve? Steve, we need to go.”

So Steve goes.

Steve goes, trudges through the woods with Nancy radiating uncomfortable energy all down his side, and Steve’s got a pit in his stomach and a scorch mark on his mouth where Eddie’s lips left a fucking brand, the kiss repeating on a loop in his mind. He starts thinking about how he’s probably about to die, how he’s gonna die feeling all upside down in the Upside Down and it’s a really stupid joke but it gets him mulling over the fucked up weird life he has now versus the one he always kinda thought he wanted. He tells Nancy about it: the crawling backwards, the thump on the head, how she’s always his co-captain in his Winnebago dreams.

She looks at him with soft, sad eyes — God, her eyes are always so sad, have been ever since the day Barb disappeared — and she rests a delicate hand on his forearm and asks, “Do you think… do you think maybe it’s always me in your dream because I’m the only person your mind thinks it’s allowed to put there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Steve.” Her eyes aren’t so soft now. They’re shining with that hard glint they get when she’s lost patience with Steve’s bullshit. It’s a look Steve knows well, and his hand comes up to touch his lips.

“But I- I’m not…”

“Just go,” she says, her jaw set, all that unbreakable resolve on display. “Robin and I can handle this. Go.”

Robin turns back to look at him over her shoulder, gives him an encouraging nod, and Steve takes off running, sprinting through the trees, following the sound of screeching bats.

When he bursts through the treeline, panting and sweating and clutching at his torn-up sides, Eddie’s in the middle of a maelstrom, his makeshift shield held in a shaking grip as an army of bats encircle him.

“Eddie!” Steve shouts, lungs burning as he begs his feet to move faster, to run fucking run because one of the bats dives at Eddie’s head and another takes a bite out of his leather sleeve; a third one whips a tail around Eddie’s ankle and then Eddie’s going down, pulled to the cracked, filthy earth by gnashing teeth and bloodied claws, and they’re eating him, getting at all those squishy vital bits around his middle when Steve finally hacks his way through the horde to get to Eddie’s side. Armed with an ax and Eddie’s spear, Steve strikes and slashes blindly at the wall of shrieking monsters as they start circling tighter, caging them in, and he’s dead they’re both dead they’re so fucking screwed—

The bats drop. All at once and with no reason Steve can discern, their screams fall silent and their bodies squelch all around them as they slap the hard ground like dead fish on a dock.

Steve drops to his knees beside Eddie, and Jesus Christ, there’s- there’s so much blood oh God oh fuck.

“Bad, huh?” Eddie asks, and how is he still smirking when there’s blood spilling out of his mouth? When there’s a chunk missing out of his jaw?

“Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,” Steve mumbles frantically, not sure if he’s praying or panicking or both. He gets his shirt off, rips at the remaining scraps of Eddie’s, too; starts using them to make bandages. “Shit, Eddie, just- just hold on, okay? Stay with me.”

He wriggles a scrap of fabric under Eddie’s brutalized torso, and Eddie screams when Steve pulls it tight around his sides, ties it off and presses down, trying to slow the bleeding. There’s so much fucking blood. His knees slip in it as he ties a tourniquet just above Eddie’s elbow, hoping it’ll save Eddie’s mangled arm, and he bunches the last of the fabric up and presses it to the shredded edges of the wound on Eddie’s face.

Eddie smiles up at him with tears in his eyes, with blood on his lips. “Pretty- pretty grand gesture for a guy you don’t want to kiss.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve says, and he’s crying, too. “I don’t- I just…”

“Steve,” Eddie chokes, his breath whistling out with a sickening wheeze, and Steve doesn’t know how the fuck he’s going to get him through the gate and back to safety without making him bleed out. “Steve, it’s… s’okay. M’sorry I kissed you, man.” His eyes are glazing over, and no, please, please, don’t—

Eddie looks up at him, brow furrowed, like it’s taking a lot of effort. His eyes are still so pretty, even now, as Steve hovers helplessly and watches the light slowly leave them. “Actually, I- I guess m’not,” Eddie slurs. “Had to do it at least once b-before I- before I—”

“EDDIE!!!!” a furious, cracking voice echoes through the empty park. Eddie’s trailer door bangs open, falling off its hinges, and a limping Dustin Henderson comes storming across the lot.

“Dustin!!” Steve hollers back, relief flooding his veins like maple syrup straight from the tap, and incredibly (hysterically, he’s probably in shock), he’s laughing when he looks back down at Eddie. Eddie, who’s half dead in his lap, whose blood is all over Steve’s pants. Who Steve might be able to save now.

He shakes Eddie’s shoulders and says, “You can kiss me all you want when we make it out of here, man,” his voice all high-pitched and full of phlegm and trapped somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and Eddie’s eyes go wide at the promise in Steve’s words.

“Dustin!” Steve yells again, pleading, “Dustin, come on, come help me move him!”

It’s slow going, but they get Eddie through the gate, get him taped up so he’s more bandage than boy by the time the ambulance arrives. A medic claps Steve on the shoulder and says ‘You did good, kid,’ and Steve cries at that and then spends an annoying amount of time crying over the next few days, curled up in a rickety chair at Eddie’s bedside in the hospital.

More tears when Eddie finally wakes up. Happy ones this time, and there’s a parade of people coming in to hug Eddie and give him flowers and even Hopper gives him a grudging hair ruffle and an attaboy, and then Steve’s driving Eddie home in the Beemer; gets all the way to the driveway before Eddie brings it up.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, his voice timid and barely audible over the hum of the car.

Steve cuts the engine. “Hmm?”

“Did you, um- the thing, that you…” Eddie spins a ring around on his finger, lets out a frustrated huff. “I mean, I didn’t die, right? I made it out of there, so…?”

You can kiss me all you want when we make it out of here.

Steve’s ears burn at the memory, his mouth going dry, and he must take too long to answer because Eddie starts trying to backpedal. “Sorry. Sorry, you said you’re not— I just thought, maybe— shit, uh, f-forget I said-”

“No! No, um.” Steve scratches the back of his neck. “Turns out I kind of am. Or, like. Well, I mean, Robin said liking both is its own thing, it’s not a mix of the two, but…”

“…But both?” Eddie finishes, and his eyes are sparkling.

“Yeah. Both,” Steve shrugs. It’s getting easier to say. “…Mostly just you, though.”

“Oh, just mostly, huh?” Eddie teases, unbuckling his seatbelt so he can lean into Steve’s space.

Steve’s face feels too warm. His neck is probably all splotchy. “Whatever. Are you gonna shut up and kiss me already or what?”

“Uh huh,” Eddie grins and runs his tongue over his teeth. “Many times as I want, right?” He brushes Steve’s hair behind his ear, his calloused fingers so gentle against Steve’s jaw as he lines their faces up.

“How many times is that?” Steve whispers.

“Mm….” Eddie’s mouth brushes against his. “Start counting and let’s find out.”

#‘hey quick question’ she says and then writes 1400 #lmao whoops #steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #dustin henderson #happy sunday i know i promised more yogi steve he’s COMIN but in the meantime have whatever this is

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blkgirl-writing · 6 months

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What Happened at the Moon Lit Pond PART 2

Gale of waterdeep x F!Reader smut

Summary: You and your companions finally made it to baldurs gate, well, rivington. And it's finally time to relax and have a fun day out.

TW: drinking, sex, oral, PnV, F/M sex, thigh riding, brothel, overstimulation, a bit of anal, begging, everyone is consenting! I'd love to do a public sex chapter sometime, but not today.

word count 3.3k

{part one} {part 1.5}

It had been a long time since that night at the pond. You had long since left the grove and past the shadows, almost to baldurs gate, actually, in the small town of rivington. It was a long and difficult journey, yes, but with ample time and opportunities to talk about what had happened. But it never came up. Instead, there were many longing stares shot your way on gales part, small flirty conversations, and even more excuses to skip away from your companions to get any alone time with Gale, practically praying to the gods he’d say something first. But Gale wasn’t the type to come out of his comfort to express his feelings, let alone such complex ones. He had been rendered speechless.

Today was different. Maybe it was the long journey nearing it's end, but everyone was ready to let loose, even if it was just for a short while. Karlach and Wyll had split up to look for some armor, jaheria stayed back at camp to care for the small child who lost their mother, so it was a smaller company than you were used to. Just halsin, Shadowheart, Astarion, and of course, You and Gale. It was really a perfect day to mill about town, the sun beaming down in warm rays of light, not too hot and not too cold out, not even a hint of rain, so the dirt paths often muddy were dry, no ruining the clothes you had just washed.

Everyone was at their happiest, though of course, the underlying anxiety and pain for events soon to come were lingering, just pushed aside for the time being.

"Is the sun usually this blinding?" Astarion hissed, shielding his eyes with his hand "I don't remember everything being this bright"

"It simply feels brighter coming out of the shadows, you will get used to it" Halsin smiled down at Astarion, slipping behind him slightly to cast a shadow around him, guarding him from the sun. "We Haven't been inside in a while, why don't we find a shop to rest in for awhile, we have some money to spare"

"I could use a new hair ribbon, My old one looks a bit strange now that my hair has changed.." Shadowheart commented, lightly playing with her hair.

You went from shop to shop, it didn't matter, stopping by everything on the way, getting food, drinks, jewlery, and other small goods, the last place you had any energy for was a small looking shop with people outside raving about their service and pleasure being a customer there., without really looking at the sign or name.

Inside was dimly lit, a dark oak, cream, and red color scheme. Easily the most expensive place in all of the town.

"this is...awfully fancy, isn't it?" Gale murmurs, eyes flickering across the room.

"Certainly. I wonder what we could get to drink, I need a good wine..." Astarion immediately glided across the hall and to one of the counters, a huge smile graced his pale face. He stood there, talking for quite a bit, meanswhile, shadowheart wandered around, peaking her head into a room, she slipped a bit more into the room, then suddenly jolted out.

"Shadowheart? you look like you've seen...a lot"

"It's a brothel!" Astarion and Shadowheart said in unison, shadowheart nearly a whisper, Astarion nearly a yell. The woman behind the desk gave them both a nasty stare for the disruption of the ambiance.

"oh of course, sorry, beautiful" Astarion cooed at the woman. the immediate reaction to his flattery and dashing smile visible as she tucked her auburn hair away from her blushed face. He sauntered over to your merry group, that smile still plastered over his face. "I got us a discounted rate on a pair very talented drow."

"Excuse me, what now?"

"I got a discounted rate for an absolutely lovely time with drow twins for the same rate as one person but five. And we will have two rooms for comfort of space. I'm just that good, you all should be thanking me."

"Thank you, Astarion-" Halsin crossed his arms, a small smirk on his lips.

"I-thank you?" Shadowheart sputtered, still looking a bit frazzled by her earlier revelation.

you were still trying to process all of what just happened when even Gale spoke up.

"Well, looks like you'll have just...four people joining you, I'd prefer the company of a good book and an ale right now, i think."Gales eyes met yours for a split second, as you looked up at him. A very distinct look. He wanted you. It was hunger, lust, but restraint. He wasn't going to stop you from having fun with your company, but god did he want you to stay with him.

"I...um.." you looked up at Gale, fully taking him in this time. Gods...He was really the only thing you wanted. You wanted his soft hair between your fingers, your thighs wrapped around his waist. You wanted to feel his tongue shoved inside of you again.

"I think I'd like an ale or two as well."

"Oooookay...Well, since i already paid for two rooms, why don't you both buy a round for the spare room while we get busy." Astarion's eye roll was quite visible and very pointed, but that didn't matter, no one would actually remember anything that was said, as they'd be wrapped in bodies and sweat, including you.

So you ordered two bottles of ale and two of a beautiful red wine, they sat in the middle of a small round table. The room itself was stunning, the walls painted a deep purple, with a golden trim at the tops and bottoms. There was a bed centered in the middle of the room, with an abundance of fluffy pillows on top and a velvet sheet to top it off. It was by far the fanciest room you'd stayed in. Everything dripped of gold and pearls, there was even a damn chandelier. If this was a side room, you wondered what the main room must've looked like.

"This is...." You trailed off, still taking in the whole room.

"extraordinary?" Gale muttered, taking no time to sit down and pour out two glasses of wine. Something was obviously on his mind, as he swirled the red liquid around, his eyes were slightly distant, and his brows furrowed. It didn't surprise, you, though, there was a lot going on, and he had the chance to end his own life to possibly save the world, and yet here he sat, already on his second glass. There must be a lot on his mind, you thought.

Really, he just wanted the courage to make a big move, and a bit of liquid honesty couldn't hurt. While you drank, he tried not to stare, but it seemed to be getting harder and harder. He wanted so badly to reach out and devour you. He wanted to taste you again, grip your thighs with his hands, leave hickeys across your whole body, he wanted everyone to know how much he could pleasure you. He couldn't help but look at his drink, look at you, and the bed. he kept repeating 'just tell her' Tell you what? He wasn't sure what to even tell you?

Was he madly in love with you? Likely. Did he Lust for you? Always. Of course he did. Out of all the worldly and otherworldly beings, things, concepts, you were the most perfect. He Would year the night sky apart to see your smile. Commit crimes to stare into those eyes endlessly.

"They're certainly making some noise," The drinks were certainly kicking in, your voice was a bit shakey, but your head still fairly clear, clear enough to hear the moaning and grunts from the other room, even some....weird god kinks, you weren't sure and didn't care to be that snoopy.

Gale chuckled, nodding his head. "I would bet 5000 gold I could get you moaning louder than all of them, combined."

"Is that the wine talking?" You tried to blink away the disbelief and shock you clearly wore on your face, Gale was an upfront man, but this was on another level...

"Only to help say what's been on my mind." His deep brown eyes looked at you with incredible lust, more than you'd ever seen before, It was hot, searing, intense. "You have always been on my mind."

You got up from your chair, legs weak not from the wine, but from how this charming wizard looked at you like you were the entire world, right in front of him. "Is that so?" You wanted nothing more than for Gale to wrap his arms around your waist and take all of you til night passed and morning arose.

Your legs slotted through his perfectly, your knee nearly grazing his crotch. In one big gulp, you downed the rest of your drink, and leaned over Gale to set the glass down on the table, not very subtly getting closer to him, and even though your chest was practically in his face, he was still looking into your eyes.

"it would be such a waste if we didn't use such a beautiful bed. We're not often afforded those luxuries.." You took one more small step closer to him, reaching out to the hand free from drink, guiding it to your waist. "And we don't want to be wasteful..."

"Certainly not." Gale took one last sip of wine, licking the small drip that fell from his lips. He stood from his chair, his obvious hard on graising your hip. A small gasp left your lips, gods, you had forgotten how badly you'd wanted him, how big he felt...It was all returning to you. Your face flushed with heat as you remembered his tongue deep in your pussy, your lips wrapped around his cock.

Gale was emboldened by the wine, tipsy off of lust, his mind racing with all that he wanted to do to you, sweep you off your feet and into the weave. but that would have to wait, the here and now, right in front of him, you practically offering yourself to him yet again, he'd be a fool not to take it. "Come here, beautiful."

You let out a sigh, biting down on your lip as you sat down on his thigh. He wrapped his hands around your hips, squeezing slightly, almost reassuringly. He guided your hips back and fourth, while pressing you down further onto his thigh. your dress rode up to your waist, only your thin underwear creating all the friction you ever needed between your pussy and his thigh, getting ungodly close his his bulge yet never quite close enough.

His pace was slow and hard, Still clutching onto you like you absolutely needed it, which, was true, as the longer he rocked you the more wobbily your legs felt. You breath started to get heavier and heavier. Your head fell to his shoulders, the pleasure wracking through your whole body.

"No no, beautiful, look at me when you cum" Gale's hand inched its way to the back of your neck, pulling your head off his shoulder and holding you steady as you looked into his eyes,

It was all so much, his needy eyes begging for you to cum, your throbbing pussy, the small wet stain now on his pants from how gods damn much he turned you on, it was hard to keep his stare but you did, as you moaned his name, gasping as pleasure kept pulsing through your body. "fuck..." you chocked out. He let go of your neck but kept his hand on your shoulder, still keeping a firm grasp on your hip as it was clear you weren't exactly stable.

"I...That was..." You nearly whispered, still shuddering from the orgasm. You were so flustered, something that wasn't too easy for you, yet, he made you. His intensity with a smile had you dizzy. "Do you want me to return the favor?"

He raised a hand back to your jaw, tilting your head to look at him fully, to stare into his eyes.

"Let me make love to you-" Gale cooed, soothing you with his charm. "Sit back and let me give you everything."

"Yes, please-" you practically begged. Gale used his fingers to tilt your head slightly, leaving room for him to trail kisses and love bites down your neck, sucking on your skin, leaving you with shivers down your spine. You leaned into his touch, your hands nearly shooting up to grasp his soft hair, pulling him even closer.

"you're so beautiful-" He muttered between hickeys, breath getting heavier as you pressed your hips against him, feeling how much he wanted you, straining

You pulled away slightly, grasping his hand and struggling a bit to get up, turning to lead him to the bed. Although your eyes were set in front of you, you felt his gaze scan your body, how your hips swayed as you walked, he wanted to take all the time in the world to explore your body, learn it more than anything he'd ever read.

"just lay down, beautiful." He pressed his hand to your chest, pushing slightly, letting you fully relax into the bed, his body hovering over yours, his steady and strong arm next to your head, the other making quick work of unbuttoning your dress.

"Take those off for me," he looked down at your panties, slipping a finger at the band of your underwear and pulling it back, snapping it against your skin. It took a moment to register, there was so much distracting you, but you somehow managed. Completely bare and laid out, displayed like a work of art for him to admire. Gale took a moment, sitting up on his knees, to take you all in. His fingers traced along your stomach, lowering slowly, with such a light touch you could barely tell if it was him or a chill.

It shouldn't have been surprising but when he slipped his middle finger inside, you gasped, letting a moan escape your lips as his finger curled in and out of you, working in a slow and consistent pace. His index finger grazed your clit every time he pumped in and out, lightly, still taking you down from the high of riding his thigh, him knowing you'd still be sensitive, to not overstimulate.

"Come here" You pulled him in by his hair, now slightly tosseled and looking frankly unfair. "kiss me."

He didn't need to be told twice, quickly pressing his own lips to yours. He tasted of the sweet red wine, with hints of caramel and clove. He was delicious , addicting. You licked his bottom lip, opening his mouth to allow you deeper into his mouth. While you explored his mouth, he slipped another finger deep inside you, pushing in further than he had been doing before, quickening his pace.

His lips left your own, slightly panting, a bit out of breath. He then trailed down your neck to your breast, looking back up at you, asking permission to suck on your skin. You nodded desperately, gods you needed anything he would give you. His lips attacked to your nipple, sucking and licking, bobbing his head with every pull, it was all building up.

"I'm gonna cum, gods, Gale please I'm close-" You begged, yet he pulled back quickly, you let out a disappointed groan, why would he stop now? It didn't take long to get your answer, he wanted your cum on his mouth. He moved fast to move his mouth to your pussy, not relenting in his speed with his fingers and now, tongue. It didn't take long for the wave of bliss to wash over you, uncontrollable sounds coming out while he rode our your orgasm with one less finger and slowing down with his lips. It wasn't until your hips stopped shaking that he drew out his fingers, moving them to his mouth where he sucked them dry, letting out a small moan when they were clean. "divine.."

His clothes were stripped off, yours now completely tossed aside, the cool air hitting you both, but neither of you really noticed. You were focused on his hard cock pressed against your pussy, grinding againt your lips, getting slick with his spit and your cum. It would be so easy just to slide it in, but he drew it out, teasing you til you begged, pleaded, please, you needed it, you wanted him so desperately. Yet still somehow a fraction of his need for you the past weeks.

Gales restraint was shocking, even to himself, but the sight of you underneath him, begging for his cock, glowing from the orgasm he brought you, was enough for a lifetime, though he hoped there'd be many more lifetimes of this.

One more whimper is all that it took for him to shove himself deep inside you, all the way to the hilt. You felt him pressing against your cervix, a small but sharp pain from the sudden sensation , a good pain, that meant you were taking it all, and so well for him too. He had waited too long for this to stop, he kept pumping inside you, at an unrelenting pace, fast and hard. He switched between sucking on your neck, your breast, and biting your lip, keeping eye contact whenever he could. He wanted to see how much you wanted him, and he wanted you to know how much lust he had in his soul, just for you.

Gale held your neck with his hand, grasping lightly, as he came for the first time, shoving his cock even deeper into your pussy as he slowed his pace down, nearly whimpering in your ear as his head fell to your shoulders, biting down on your skin to keep from some more sounds he found embarrassing, but was so very sexy. You expected him to lay down and rest, after that, but he kept going.

"Flip over for me." He asked, giving your earlobe a small nibble as he spoke. You couldn't move fast enough, laying down on your stomach as he held down your waist, fingernails digging into your skin, leaving small crescent dents. You shoved your ass down on him with every thrust, wave after wave of orgasms wracking through your body, it felt endless, overwhelming. When it all felt like enough he kept going, adding more, rubbing your clit as your ass bounced on his cock, his thumb slipping in and out of your ass, him completely exiting you and only coming back in when you came from his words alone, sweet talking you into more orgasms. Or stopping completely to finish you off with his mouth again, you'd squirted in his mouth more than once, and he came once just from that. Maybe the stopping and starting was also so he himself could keep going as much as he could muster, but that never crossed your mind.

"You take it so well-" and "I want to see you need me" and "You're just too beautiful when you cum, I can't help but follow."

You went until your bodies gave out. Too sweaty, too raw to take anymore.

Gale fell beside you, out of breath, tan skin glistened with sweat and cum, his cock still leaking a bit, though even he was shocked there was anything left in him. You laid there for minutes, maybe longer, it didn't matter. It didn't click that the room next to you had fallen silent until you'd finally caught your breath. Actually...you remember the screams and moans ending a while ago. you notice Gales eyes had also turned to the shared wall, probably coming to the same conclusion as you.

"Do you think they heard us?" You asked, a small smile forming.

"Most definitely."

A/N: Well that was a lot huh? This took probably 20 hours straight of writing if not more, so please tell me if you liked it! It would mean a lot to me. Requests are always open but slow, as i'm not a fast writer haha. Thanks for following along! My gale fics have done better than I ever expected, I've gotten about 1k new followers from them I believe, so thank you all!

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fillinforlater · 3 months

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A little pre-Christmas breeding perhaps?

Feeling your hot thick cum inside of her only encourages Sakura to dance harder 😉

Both of you managed to not get caught but Chaewon knows something is up when Sakura has that burst of confidence and energy. Just thinking about it distracts Chaewon and she makes a cute little mistake when performing (Chaewon actually made a mistake during AAA performance 😂)

Knowing Chaewon is starting to get suspicious but deep down she's also a needy girl (Or so you've heard).

Would you continue to secretly fuck Sakura until Chaewon inevitably comes to you? Or would you rip the bandaid off, surprising Chaewon by fucking Sakura in front of her and hopefully convince her to join your frisky activities?😉

The Award She Wants

Male Reader x Miyawaki Sakura (ft. Kim Chaewon)

Length: 509 words

Tags: Quickie, a literal quickie, dialogue only, needy sex, THIGH STRAPS WORLD DOMINATION, prais kink, standing sex, creampie, cumming deep inside her, trying (not?) to get caught, needy_noona!Sakura

(A/N: the definition of late night BFH, as often thanks to @friskyriskywhisky)

"Hurry, we don't have much time left."

"I'm here, I'm here—God, it's so hot in here. The Philippines are killing me."

"What do you think of this? Do you like it?"

"Your face? Gorgeous as always, Noona."

"No! The, the outfit. Does it look any good?"

"Oh, you better not feel self-conscious about it, Noona.

"Please, spin around for me. God, you look so good in this. Sexy, hot, perfect—naughty."

"Your hands, hng! You're the naughty one."

"I love that this dress exposes your navel. It makes you look irresistible, I can't get my hands off of those abs.

"You smell so damn good, Noona."

"You too~"

"The thigh strap is a nice touch. I bet many people want to get their hand underneath it and—"

"Hey, what are you—"

"Lift your leg high like this. Oh lord, Noona, I can see it in the mirror: your thighs have gotten rounder. Look how they jiggle in my hands."

"Touch them more, okay? Are they nice?"

"Hm, yes, but what is that? Your ass is hanging out, they will see so much of it. Almost like an Arin fancam."

"Y-you, ah, watch Arin fancams?"

"No, I only watch fancams of you.

"Now, what do you want, Noona? I can already feel your wet pussy; should I finger you? You'd glow so bright on stage after I make you cum."

"N-no."

"Should I pull down the bottom of this outfit—with this way, waaaay too short skirt and eat your beautiful ass?"

"Hng, no."

"Then what do you want, Noona? Tell me."

"I want, I want your c-cum, deep in my pussy! Quick, Chaewon will be here soon!"

"Oh, but last night you wanted me to last forever~

"And now you want to be filled while Chaewon waits outside, her ears on the door of the locker room? Lewd-kkura~"

"Stop, please, just fuck me!"

"Pull them down, I'm already hard for you, Noona.

"And kiss me.

"Let me give you the confidence you deserve."

"Oh fuck, your, your pe-nis is so nice, ah."

"Aw, you're so cute—my tight, little Noona.

"Your pussy, no, your fucking cunt is trying to empty my balls."

"Don't call it that! So deep, so deep, f-fill me."

"You're so lewd, your eyes, you

"Hot-kkura, Noona.

"Fuck, I'm getting close."

"Ah, right there, faster, yes!"

"Noona, y-your cunt, I—

"I could fuck you the entire time, e-every day. I need your snug cunt, and I'm gonna make it my little hole for cum. Be my little cock-sleeve for now, Noona, and, and shine—like the star you are."

"Ahhh!"

"Noona, I—

"Kkura-unnie!?"

"Chae-chaewon, wait!"

"I'm cumming, Sakura~"

...

"Our performance is in forty seconds, what are you still doing in there?"

"Pull them up, quick!"

"What the—who are you?"

"He, he is a friend."

"Yeah, I just got here and—good luck, on the performance?"

"You should not be here—dang it, Unnie. On stage, now!"

"Yes, of course!"

...

"Who are you, really? What happened?"

"I'm... just a friend? And we, uhm, hugged."

"Seriously? Is that why you got a fucking bulge?"

"Uhmm...

"Yep."

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #male reader smut #sakura smut #izone sakura smut #lesserafim smut #le sserafim smut

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nwjws · 6 months

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while you were sleeping - pjs

; PAIRING - jay x gn!reader

; SYNOPSIS - in which you’ve had the same album on repeat, unable to get it out of your mind. just like how jay, your roommate, can’t seem to get you out of his.

; WC - 1.4k (minus the lyrics)

; TAGS - college roommates au, fluff, from jay's pov, based off laufey's 'while you were sleeping' ; WARNINGS - not proofread

i still can't believe that you noticed me

mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you patiently wait for your roommate, park jay, to finish cooking up some breakfast. a comfortable silence has settled between you two, with the only sounds being the sizzling oil on the pan and your humming.

"you've been listening to the same 14 songs for the past week."

"what?" you ask, looking up at him. you stare at his back, broad shoulders exposed by his tank top.

he turns his head to look back at you over his shoulder, raising a perfect eyebrow. you realise then what he's saying.

laufey had released a new album last week, and you literally haven't played any other song outside of it since it dropped. you can feel jay judging you, but you just shrug at him. you were definitely not stopping.

"so what if i've had bewitched on repeat? can you deny that they're good?" you challenged him.

"no, of course not," he chuckled to himself, turning back to the pan. "i'm just surprised you haven't gotten sick of it yet."

"i would never get sick of laufey," you say with mock offence.

"alright, then," he said with a teasing undertone.

you wanted to retort, but he placed a plate in front of you, making you forget what you were going to say.

"hey, you have a later clinical today, right?" he asked as you two dug in.

"mhm."

"take the box i left in the fridge with you before you go then. its some extra lunch i made so you'd have enough energy to get through the day."

"thank you," you say appreciatively. "you really don't have to do that every time i have a heavier day."

"well, if i have time to, then i don't see why i shouldn't."

"what about you? what are you doing today?"

"my professor cancelled class today, so i'll go check out if i can bother heeseung or jake."

"i'll pray for whichever victim you choose, then," you joke.

"maybe i won't make you extra lunch next time," he pouted playfully.

"no, no. those actually really help me. god knows if i didn't score you as my roommate, i would have passed out several times by now."

"grateful to be of service"

after breakfast, jay lounges around the apartment as you're getting ready. some show plays on the tv, but it doesn't drown out the sound of must be love playing from your speakers.

you shout your leaving when you exit the shared apartment, and jay wishes you a good day. he watches you close the door, leaving him completely alone.

i'll never forget the first time i saw you then

when he drives to the shopping centre with jake later that day, he pauses mid-sentence when he realises something.

"is everything good?" his friend asks.

"yeah, i just recognised the song playing."

"really? you listen to from the start by laufey?" jake asks. he had decided to connect his phone to jay's carplay, and had been in the one in control of the playlist.

"not really, but my roommate does."

"y/n? that's pretty cool. they've got good music taste," he replies.

"they've had her newest album on repeat since she dropped it," jay laughs, eyes on the road.

"do you find that annoying?"

"of course not, it's funny seeing them prance around the apartment, belting their heart out," he laughs at a memory of you singing at the top of your lungs. "i guess i'm more of a second-hand listener now? if that's even a thing."

"probably," jake shrugs.

a light pink bouquet, a promise you'll stay and i start to believe

the two had decided to eat out at wagamama's first, before anything else.

"i think i'll get the pad thai," tells the waitor, who nods and notes it on his ipad.

"hm, i'm feeling like trying the grilled chicken ramen," jay says. "oh, could i also get the miso mixed vegetable salad to-go?"

"sure," the waitor replies. he pockets the small device in his apron, and leaves for the kitchen.

"you ordered another meal?" the younger asks curiously.

"me and y/n go here often. of course, i had to get them something. usually, they'll go for the typical miso salad, or some curry, but they've decided they wanted to try being vegan recently. so i got the vegan one," jay explains nonchalantly.

"wow, you really care a lot about them, huh?"

"of course, we're sharing the rent, after all. have to be a good roommate, otherwise they'll leave and i'll have to pay the bills on my own."

"maybe i should get a roommate," jake chuckles. "but i don't think i'd be able to get someone like you."

"i'd feel sorry for whoever ends up with you," jay teases him. "and anyway, they're a good roommate. they do the laundry for the both of us, and we usually spend the weekends cleaning together."

"you guys are so lucky," is all jake says.

i don't recognise myself ; who've i become?

jake dragged jay into their third clothing shop that day, despite jay's protests. in self-defence, jake whines about needing some new shoes.

"don't you have like, thirty pairs? what could you possibly need another one for?"

"actually, i only have twenty-eight. and i need one for graduation, of course."

"right, because none of your almost-thirty pairs suffice," jay rolls his eyes.

"don't act like you dont have seventy pairs of the same polo shirt."

"i don't!"

"i've seen your closet, don't lie to me."

jay sighs and leaves jake to wander around the shop on his own.

"there you go again, buying another shirt," jake's voice sighs from behind jay fifteen minutes later.

"not for me," jay shakes his head. he turns to show the clothing piece to his friend. "for y/n. this is definitely their style, and it'll fit them so well. they have a pair of shoes that are this exact colour, so it would be good outfit if they sandwhich it with any bottom piece they choose."

"you think a lot about your roommate," jake raises his eyebrow at him.

"i see them all the time, why wouldn't i?" jay asks.

"no, like, you think too much about y/n considering you're 'only roommates'," he says with a quote gesture.

"stop suggesting weird things," jay walks ahead to the counter, leaving jake to follow behind.

"is it really so weird, though? if you like y/n like that?"

jay just ignores him, and pays for the shirt. it's not, he thinks to himself, because it's not a new thought either.

i trace it all back, 3:30 am that night something turned in my heart

"thank you, jay," you hug him when he shows you what he got. "you really need to stop buying me things."

"i can't help it," he smiles. "when i see something that reminds me of you, i just feel like i have to get it."

"with how often you buy me things, i'd say a lot of things remind you of me, huh?"

"seems like it..." he scratches his nape, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with you. thanks jake, he scowls in his mind. now he can't stop thinking about what he said earlier.

you and jay decide to watch a movie the next night, since it was a friday, and neither of you had to be up early the next day.

but jay couldn't focus on the tv when you two were basically cuddling under the shared blanket on the sofa. his skin prickled where his arm hung around your shoulder, and the weight of your head on his made him feel light and airy.

the warmth of your body seeped through your clothes, and brought him immense comfort. your sweet scent filled his nose, subconsciously recognising it to be one of the perfumes he'd bought you.

it was only when the movie ended he realised he hadn't been watching at all. and neither were you, if your light snores were any indication.

he huffed amusedly to himself, and shifted on the sofa to get you two in a more comfortable position, actually lying down. reaching for the remote, he carefully switched off the tv, leaving the only source of light to be a soft, warm yellow coming from a corner lamp.

jay stared at your features, illuminated by the dim light. he realised right then, in the comfort of your arms, far into the night, what he felt for you.

while you were sleeping, i fell in love.

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yelshin · 1 year

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NEW KITTEN?! | MLIST | ♡

An: Rethinking my life decisions rn

Tw/Cw: Scarameow being insecure

It was a normal day for you and Kuni well not really after he heard a shocking news.

You're gonna adopt another kitten. He was sad because he thinks that you might replace him soon.

If it wasn't for your friends stupid idea you wouldn't have to feel bad be guilty while looking at the sight of your kitten sulking at the corner. 'if i need to take a punishment for hurting his feelings ill gladly take it because i deserve it.' you thought while eyeing his movements.

He rolls on the ground and hit the wall. You immediately stand up and start rubbing circles at his head while he keeps sulking; still thinking about the new kitten that you're gonna adopt "god are you okay? Do you want food? Toys? Anything to cheer you up?" You bombarded Kuni who still didn't answer you nor look at you. But your heart wasn't prepared for what will he pull.

Kuni look at you with those big eyes with his pupil becoming big as if he was begging you to not do something 'OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE' You eternally screamed. Trying to avoid his tempting pleading eyes "I swear you're gonna be the death of me..." You grumble, picking him up and grabbed your (empty) wallet.

"I'm sorry but pets are not allowed-" "Do i look like i CARE?" You glared at the guard who's trying to stop you from bringing Kuni inside the mall "but ma'am im just following the rules-" he keeps on insisting and then you decided to gave up... Well actually the opposite of that. "Fine then." You walked away from the mall and hid beside the building.

"if they don't allow pets, then how about this huh.." you smirked at your silly idea; putting him inside a plastic bag and put some unnecessary light weight items inside and pretend its full of your groceries. "God why am i so smart"

You walked at the building again but this time the guard doesn't care about people entering in the mall 'WOW LATELY HE'S MAKING A SCENE ABOUT BRINGING MY ANGEL IN AND NOW HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK IF SOME PEOPLE ENTER WITH THEIR PETS' you glared at the guard before entering the mall; ready to spend everything

"now then for the new kitten, maybe a same treatment with Kuni will do" hearing the word "new kitten" Kuni's head pop out of the plastic bag while looking at you, but you didn't seem to notice the poor kitten.

Now here you are, standing Infront of the ATM; staring at your bank accounts amount of money. Seeing a low number made you laugh at yourself nervously "haha... Did i spend too much? hahaha..." You scratch your cheek while looking around if thr coast is clear enough for you to pull your black card

'just once...' you thought but you knew that "just once" will turn into amounts of spending. Clearly not just once. "Let's just pray this shit still have money inside after what i did last month"

You checked the plastic bag thinking that Kuni was still inside,but to your horror he wasn't there. You immediately panicked and search the whole bag but still no sight of Kuni 'How am i gonna find him with this big ass mall...' you went for 10 minutes breakdown beside the ATM before gathering all of your energy and find your small kitten while praying that no one will adopt him.

Meanwhile your Kuni...

A young man with indigo hair that covers his ears, as well as indigo eyes look around the mall trying to find a glimpse of teal hair but he didn't noticed someone bump to him.

While you are busy finding your kitten you suddenly bump into someone; you apologize and the man who you bumped with reminds you of you Kuni but you quickly shook off the thoughts and apologize again "im sorry!" Before running away.

Scaramouche froze in his spot... Not only you didn't recognize him nor know about his secret (that he can turn into a human) you didn't recognize him. He muttered something before going to a empty place; transforming back into a kitten once again, on his way to find you.

You were going insane. You searched every corner, every store and even asked every person in the mall if they found your kitten. You were close to give up but not until you felt a soft fur rubbish on your feet, you looked down and almost screamed when your beloved kitten finally appeared "Thank goddess! I thought you got kidnapped!(kittennap)" You hugged your cat; promising yourself not to let him go. "Now lets head home, i heard the new kitten is already in our house!" You exclaimed and run out of the mall.

Opening the door of your house, you gently dropped kuni to the ground and immediately search for the new kitten. While you're busy roaming around your house Kuni was staring at something under the couch. He hiss at whoever or whatever creature is there hiding under the couch. Kuni stared at the glowing yellow eyes of the new kitten while displaying his sharp nails as a sign of threat.

"ah! There you are!"

An: if y'all guessed whos the new kitten i would continue this fic🤭

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vasito-de-leche · 4 months

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okay I read your analysis on Forget Me Not and I'm in tears now thank you. (No but really thank you, it's such a touching piece.) Can you PLEASE for salvation of our fans souls write anything to like,,, give him hope? Forget Me Not x reader but it doesn't have to be actually all-out with hugs and kisses. We may,,,,,,,, just show him a new hobby? Any hobby of your choosing or idk play an instrument together. Just to give him something else to focus on, to channel at least part of his energy from self-destructive activities to something less hurtful. I'd personally like to bandage his (not actually wounded but still) hands as if they were bleeding. Something of the kind. Sorry for mistakes writing is incredibly inconvenient cuz tears aaa.

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "hands, fingers, scales"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.3k words. self-harm implied You've befriended Forget Me Not the same one befriends a rabid, beaten, old dog. And while he's much too busy fighting his inner demons, you're more worried about stopping these "pernicious habits" of his. A casual afternoon trying to make sure he's taking care of himself turns into something deeper.

thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!!

I got a little carried away with this request because thinking about how fucking insufferable and confusing FMN has to be just to indulge in HAND HOLDING and GETTING A FUCKING HOBBY made me so deranged and feral as if hes not fucking TOUCHSTARVED lmfao. this guy's love language is straight up worshipping, mf is not subtle about it

either way, hope you like it! here's the lil preview!

Sometimes, Forget Me Not understands the reason men and women kneel at the pew to worship and pray.

Devotion is something arcanists and humans share, whether honest or not. He's witnessed the rich and the poor, the pure and the depraved, and every binary that rules this world - all of them begging, pleading and praying at the end of their lives, casting away the pride they've held on for so long for the chance of salvation. Once stripped down to their core, there is nothing to do but hope God has enough love in His heart to look their way.

And sometimes, Forget Me Not prays that you’ll find someone else - anyone but him - to fill the role of devotee.

The gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at him is enough to bring him to his knees, and Forget Me Not doesn't know what to do with himself but to worship and pray. Praying that you'll continue to look at him for a little longer, silently begging for your attention until you finally tire of him. Do you think yourself holy enough to replace the vitriol in his veins?

He does.

On good days, he even hopes that you can save him.

You never asked him to become your one and only believer, of course. You're not even aware of the space you take in his mind, nor the conflicting images he keeps conjuring of you at night, he's certain of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, holding his hands and inspecting them for any injuries. This role is one of the many self-imposed tragedies in his life.

Your thumbs knead and massage his palm, as if you could soothe the pain away, and yet you refrain from pressing down hard. He's at your mercy, why hesitate? What do you see that he cannot?

Something is bothering you. It's obvious in the way you touch him, like you're afraid of hurting him, as if you were the one with a body count between the two. Every so often, your movements come to a halt and you both sit in silence, until you return to your ministrations, filling the nothingness with your sighing and humming.

All he needs is to look up, right at your face, to know everything he wants to know - but he's too much of a coward for that. Instead, light grey eyes follow your index finger as it slides under the cuffs of his shirt. You trace over the bone of his wrist and continue upwards.

He can't tear his eyes away.

Normally, Forget Me Not wouldn't mind. There is an addictive thrill to witnessing the shock of anyone who dares get so close and personal, but he feels himself shrink when you brush against his scales and recoil away on instinct. That's when he raises his head and finds your eyes in the dimly lit staff room.

That expression on your face - surely, you were regretting every choice that led you to him. By now, you might've surely realized that there is nothing for you to salvage in this shipwreck he calls a life. All attempts to check on him were surely a façade for whatever ulterior motives you continued to withhold from him. He's stubborn, believing that he can read you like an open book, but now he's just as lost as you are. When he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and he grows a little restless at your words.

"Sorry, sorry! Did I, uh, hurt you? Dumb question, you would've definitely told me if that were the case. Anyway, it looks like you're okay! I don't know why I was so worried, actually."

His silence prompts you to continue, and all Forget Me Not can focus on is the absence of your warmth.

You raise a hand to gesture dismissively at your behaviour, brush it off to ease your embarrassment, that much he understands - though it's painful to watch you fumble like that, to deny what he hides under his clothes. Forget Me Not thinks of filling the space between your fingers with his own, just to drag you back to that quiet, albeit suffocating, moment of peace. Instead of doing that, he retreats and places both hands neatly on his lap.

"Thanks for indulging me and, yeah uh, again - sorry about that? It just caught me off guard. I should've been more careful."

But you were never careful with his space or his rules, plunging in and out of his life and leaving him to figure out where he stood in his game of push and pull. Why were you being careful now?

"It's nothing, I understand," he lies. Everything you do means the world to him and he doesn't even understand why. "It cannot hurt to know what sort of things the person pouring your drinks might be hiding under their sleeves."

The word "hypocrite" lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out with as much venom as he can muster, but it stays lodged behind his teeth because he knows he's even worse: Forget Me Not prays that you'll stay with him, while also opening the door right out his life for you. As much as he wants to, he has no right of calling you out.

He's not used to receiving apologies and so he chooses not to think too hard on yours - though he's dreamed countless of times for the perfect situation in which he finally rips out one apology after another from the throats of those who wronged him, this one feels different. Undeserved, even.

His heart, that wretched lump in his chest, finally settles down and he prepares to end this interaction to save you the awkwardness of addressing his "deformities". But then you go and surprise him once more.

"Come on, I already told you..." You sigh and he inhales in tandem, but you're much too busy rolling your eyes to notice. "That whole thing you do, when you start scratching or, like, picking at your hand? You've been doing it more lately. It had me worried you might've been doing, I don't know - something."

Forget Me Not's eyes widen in surprise. The audacity to notice such things about him? And to put them on display without a warning? What else did you find out?

Part of him wants him to embrace his nature and scare you away, but that's the side of him that's been slowly losing this battle of attrition in his heart - you're a bad influence for him, after all. The other part... Well, it's still trying to sort itself out.

He settles for slowly undoing the buttons on his sleeve. It only takes a moment to roll up the fine fabric to his elbow, knowing you're staring right at him, through him maybe. The expression on his face is one of indifference, one he fights to maintain - this is the most vulnerable he's felt in decades.

That unsightly pattern begins exactly where his sleeves usually end, coiling around his forearm not unlike a snake and traveling upwards. The scales are dark, an iridescent black that reminds him of an oil spill in the middle of the ocean, and the ones at the edges fade away into lighter hues until they mix with the pale, sickly tone of his skin. He knows the sort of beauty he holds, one that can only be admired at a distance, turning into a grotesque imitation of a man when up close.

Forget Me Not presents himself to you and, with his free hand, gets ready to pluck one of the scales off.

"Wait, don't do that-!"

Seizing his arm and holding it close to your chest, you deprive him of the catharsis that comes with this level of self-mutilation. He knows you're connecting the dots, feeling the scattered, empty spaces from all the times you saw him pick himself apart and more. Your fingers brush against his bare skin looking for said spaces, counting them in your head, mourning their loss.

Some scales are in the process of regrowing like unwanted parasites, and he wishes he could feel anything at all just to be closer to you.

"God, what is wrong with you?! What was the point of that?"

Something compels him to laugh (perhaps it's your heartbeat reaching out to him loud and clear through your clothes, he feels it faintly) it comes across as sinister and condescending, the only way he knows how to express joy. Like he's making fun of your concern.

"Apologies," Forget Me Not begins to say, readjusting his glasses. The way you try to keep his own arm out of his reach doesn't go unnoticed. It's such a petty, childish gesture that makes his grin widen and your frown deepen. "I was under the impression you found this little oddity distasteful. There's no need to worry - they will return in a few days, they always do."

"Still, don't do that. It's not funny. It must...hurt a lot."

"Ah, but it doesn't. If else, I'd compare it to being pricked by a very small needle."

"You're just going to find something to nitpick and contradict everything I say, aren't you?" It's the least he can do to repay all the headaches you've given him, and for forgiving his transgressions too easily.

An intrusive thought makes itself known from the depths of his mind - would you forgive him just as readily if he were to kill someone in front of you? If he showed you just how destructive his arcane skills could be when given free reign? Where would you draw the line? And how much could he continue to push his luck before he lost you?

Before Forget Me Not realizes it, you've loosened your grip on his arm and returned to that previous moment of suffocating peace - the only difference is that you've gone from being deep in thought to troubled and miserable, one hair away from darting out the room and refusing to speak to him. At this, his pinky finger wraps around yours and neither of you mention it.

"Can't you... I don't know, do something else?"

"I could be doing my job, but alas, you're keeping me prisoner here." He says, like he's not delighted to be given your undivided attention. There are no complaints when you step on his foot with a huff, he deserved that one.

"I'm talking about the scales thing! You could wear gloves. If it happens when you get distracted then, I could hang around to make sure you stop in time." A pause, and then the sound of your voice becomes unsure and so very small. "Maybe if we covered them with bandages...? But that could be annoying. Band aids? No, no - too unprofessional. It would ruin the whole aesthetic you're going for."

You continue to trail off, coming up with many different ideas and solutions to a problem he caused. He doesn't understand why you'd even bother in the first place. For you to reciprocate the attention he gives you, to care about him? That's the hardest pill Forget Me Not has ever swallowed - it's something he twirls around with his tongue, as if deciding whether to poison himself with bliss or spit it out and continue latching on to his doubts and insecurities.

Outside, in front of everyone at The Walden, he's the one leading the crowd and talking for hours on end, commanding their attention and manipulating the flow of every conversation.

Behind closed doors, all he does is listen to every nonsensical thought, unnecessary opinion and strange anecdote you throw at him.

"...No, that won't work either." Absentmindedly, you fix and button his sleeve back into place.

You've grown used to his silence the same way you've adapted and grown used to his flaws.

"I mean, it worked on me - getting a little slap on the wrist whenever I started biting my nails, but..." Without even thinking, you rub circles with your thumb across his knuckles.

You might as well be the stupidest angel in heaven.

"Why don't you just get a hobby? That's good enough, right? It's been so long since I've heard you play piano, the one by the stage." And just like that, you're on your feet attempting to drag him outside for a demonstration. "You could teach me! That way, we get to do something fun and I get to keep an eye on you."

Forget Me Not knows he has nothing to offer to this world, but when his saint looks at him with such hope, he cannot refuse. The path to recovery seems almost doable when you bump your shoulder into his, challenging him to play the hardest song he knows.

The stars in your eyes whenever you recognize all the songs he plays becomes intoxicating, more so than the sweet, sweet revenge he's yearned for since he spiraled into decadence.

Some days, his patrons join with their own singing or humming, and he forgets that he hates each and every one of them for as long as his fingers dance across the keys - a momentary reprieve from the constant stream of negativity. It doesn't take long for his body to remember his training and soon, he's improvising.

A melody for gloomy, rainy days. A whimsical tune here and there for celebrations.

A song for you and himself - the first one he teaches you and the only one he plays in private, when he's all alone with nothing but his thoughts. Solitude has gone from a noose wrapped around his neck to the perfect time to compose and hone this long forgotten passion. For the first time in forever, he doesn't dread the silence of an empty room, the endless wait between his shifts at The Walden - not when he can simply fill them with more and more music.

And so, Forget Me Not plays, hoping that you'll continue to cheer him on. Hoping that this tiny spark you've ignited in him can truly become his salvation.

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 fanfic #reverse 1999 forget me not #forget me not #outing myself as a huge fuckin religion/devotion as a metaphor for relationships freak #and as a hand freak as well. love it when the smallest acts of intimacy are the BIGGEST FUCKING DEALS for characters who are touchstarved #i love writing reader inserts from the pov of the character instead of the reader like #what goes in their head and shit??? THE INNER MONOLOGUES AND DRAMA ?????#FORGET ME NOT'S WHOLE ACT IS A COVER FOR THE FUCKING MESS HE IS WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIMMMMM!!!!!!!#soggiest wettest most pathetic man at manus vindictae #i hope i got his whole fuckin two faced and contradicting mentality across. mf is not having a good time healing but my GOD hes. trying #he hates you but he loves you but god he hates you so much but yeah he'll still worship the ground you walk on #the title is a pun btw. scales. musical scales. his snake scales #IM VERY SMART

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Enemies To Lovers To Strangers

You absolutely despised Jackman Thomas Harlow ever since that day back in preschool when he took the last cookie you had on your plate and ate it in front of you, his friends Urban and Sunni laughing and pointing at you. You hated Jackman with your entire wellbeing.

Ever since that day he’s been terrorizing you nonstop. He’d embarrass you any chance he got whether it be by tripping you in the hallways at school or tossing random food at you whenever you’d walk through the cafeteria. He was somehow always around and always making your life a living hell.

You knew Jack was capable of achieving some pretty harsh blows when it came to you he was really good at embarrassing you, but you never in a million years thought he’d hurt you once again.

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“So wait wait you want me to what? I just need to make sure I’m hearing this right.” You laughed and leaned back into your seat.

“We need you to help Jack here with his upcoming album.” Nemo smiled nervously as you looked between Jack and him and Neelam. You were honestly most certain you were day dreaming there was no way your high school bully was sitting across from you asking for your help.

Since you’ve graduated from high school you decided to skip college and just start working in producing and even though you were a low-key producer you were on the come up.

“I told you she was going to act like this I don’t even know why we bothered coming.” Neelam glared at Jack. “Because we need her please we need your help Y/N, you’re the only person I know that can deliver the beats we need.” You really didn’t feel like helping Jack at all but at the same time you needed the money.

You looked between the three of them the smug look that displayed on Jack’s face almost made you not want to do it but all you were thinking about was the money.

“Fine I’ll do it.” Neelam and Nemo cheered and handed you the NDA to sign. “Just sign your name here right next to the Red Cross.” Neelam pointed at the Red Cross. You signed your name quickly and went to get up.

“So I’ll text you or you text me either way works.” You told them and went to leave the door till Nemo stopped you. “Actually I was thinking you’d spend the day or two with Jack? I know the two of you have this on going beef and I feel like maybe squash it so there isn’t any weird energy when working on the album?”

Did God punish you or something? We’re you in the middle of a retrograde? How come you were being punished like this. “What do you say Y/N? You wanna spend the day with me, I know you don’t have anything going on.” He smirked.

You groaned and slouched your shoulders. “Fine we can spend the day together let’s just go.”

“Be nice Jack.” Neelam yelled after him. “I promise I’ll be nice.” He smiled and held the door open for you, you weren’t sure what you just signed yourself up for but you could only hope it’ll go by fast.

The two of you have been walking around for a few minutes you didn’t really have a destination at hand you kinda in a way prayed that you’d run into one of his friends and that he’d run off with them somewhere.

You could practically feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your head.

“What do you want Jack? You know I can feel you looking at me.” You pressed the button in order to cross the street and looked up at Jack.

“It’s a crime to look at you now? Last time I checked I owned my eyes not you shorty.” You huffed and noticed it was time to cross the street.

“I know you wanna call me ugly or say something about my appearance so just say it and get it over with.”

“Wait hold on I wasn’t going to call you ugly or anything mean.” He grabbed ahold of your arm and pulled you back and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send tingles down your spine.

“So what do you want really? Why are we even hanging out you hate me and I hate you so why are we pretending like we don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He smiled you groaned and pulled at your hair before stomping away, you could hear Jack’s laughter from a mile away. “Hold on will you.” You stopped walking and turned to face him with your arms crossed over your chest. You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to talk.

“Look.” He pulled you into the little shaded area. “I know you don’t want to be here with me just as much as I don’t want to be here with you.”

“You got that right.” You spoke under your breath. “But let’s just at least try and make the most of today? If you end up having a good time today you don’t have to see me tomorrow I’ll just see you again on Monday.” You thought about it for a few minutes the thought of possibly having to see him again tomorrow made you shiver.

“Fine but you’re paying for everything we do today since you’re the one with all the money.”

He laughed loudly and shook his head at you, something about the way he laughed and smiled had your stomach turning in knots there was no way you were developing feelings for Jack right? You were so lost in thought you didn’t hear him calling you. “Y/N?!” You jumped when you finally came to. “What?”

“I said you wanna get some ice cream? And see a movie after?” His blue eyes sparkled like the ocean under the summer sun. “That’s fine.” You softly spoke and followed after him. You weren’t sure how today was going to end but you prayed it ended good.

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“Wait he really did that? He’s still afraid of bugs?” Jack and You laughed as the two of you walked side by side. He shook his head and nodded. “I’m telling you Urban hasn’t changed at all.”

You felt like you were day dreaming simply based off the fact that you were actually having a good time with Jack. The two of you decided to put aside your differences for one day and just enjoy it. The two of you were walking around Louisville mall just window shopping and reminiscing on the past.

“So since you’ve became all famous what are some ‘normal’ things you miss doing.” You asked him he laughed at your question. “I really miss the aquarium.” You stopped walking and gave him a look as if he was stupid. “The aquarium out of all things?”

“I know it sounds stupid but it’s just so peaceful being able to just sit in the darkly lit room and watch all the fish float around, shits mad peaceful if we’re being honest sometimes I’d die to get some peace and quiet.” He expressed. “Being famous isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be Y/N.”

You were honestly a bit surprised you thought being famous was filled with fast car, endless money and endless happiness. “Really? Do you ever regret becoming famous.”

He licked his lips and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t say I regret it I just wish there wasn’t so much riding on me, I feel like a lot of people are waiting on my downfall a lot of them feel like I’m some one hit wonder.”

“I mean if it makes you feel better I don’t think you’re a one hit wonder you can actually…rap?” We’re you actually complementing him right now?

“Thank you?” He said in a confusing tone. “But what about you huh? Why are you so quiet I really wanna tickle your mind.” You didn’t really do much or have anything to hide really. “Honestly I’m just a naturally shy person I always have been.”

“You dating anybody?” He suddenly asked, you shook your head no. “No I’ve never had a boyfriend.” His eyes widened. “Wait you’ve never had a boyfriend like at all? Why not.” He found it hard to believe.

“Well for starters you use to always call me ugly so I started to believe it was true and I just push ever other guy away that’s tried to get to know me.” It was never really Jack’s intentions to pick on you in all honesty he liked you he just had a hard way of showing it, especially around his friends they would’ve teased him to death if they knew.

Jack thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world you had the cutest laugh and the way you’d lit up like a Christmas tree whenever you received a good grade in class made him smile as well, you weren’t like all those other girls you didn’t care about the glitz and glamor of things and that’s what made you stand out.

“I’m sorry Y/N I really am I never meant to hurt you or make you feel that way.” He scratched the back of his neck. “So why do it? I spent my entire life hating and trying to change myself just to get you to like me.” You blurted out.

“You like me?” He looked down at you a small smile evident on his face. “Shit did I say that out loud?” He laughed. “You did.” You groaned and rubbed your hands over your face. “It’s okay you know.. I like you too Y/L.”

You uncovered your face and looked at him. “Are you pranking me? Is this some sort of prank?” You looked around trying to spot or find any cameras. “It’s not a prank Y/N I like you for real.”

“Oh.” It was quiet for a few seconds the only sound coming from the gravel on the ground as you two walked. “If you don’t mind.. shit I mean how would you feel maybe if I took you on a date? Maybe tomorrow?”

“I think I’d like that Jack.” You shocked yourself even Jack was shocked by your answer. “So tomorrow it is?” He smiled softly and walked a bit closer to you both of your hands brushing against one another. “Sounds good Jack.”

The two of you spent the entire afternoon just two love birds in love, you spent hours picking out bath-bombs at the Lush store, Jack even let you use well his entire arm to try different samples of perfume, your day was wonderful but with your luck nothing this good ever lasted this long.

“What the fuck is he doing being seen with her?” Sunni shook his head at Jack and You as the two of you were petting someone’s dog.

“Shit hell if I know.” Urban added on. “You need to talk to your friend Urban because clearly he’s gone blind.” Urban rolled his eyes. “I can’t control what he does and besides what’s wrong with her?”

“Everything is wrong with her and Jack will be hearing about this shit.”

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Ever since that afternoon with Jack the two of you have been attached at the hip ever since there wasn’t a minute that went by when Jack wasn’t blowing up your phone or vise versa. You were just two young fools deeply in love.

The two of you spent after hours in the studio just goofing around and even messing around. A few pieces of clothing ending up on the floor from time to time but whose really counting.

Jack was going to busy at the studio all day today and you were going to be busy with work as well but you ended up getting out early so you decided to meet Jack at the studio and surprise him with tickets for the grand opening of the newest Aquarium that was opening up.

Since it was roughly just now noon you stopped by Morris Deli and got the two of you sandwiches along with chips before heading over to the studio.

You texted Jack letting him know you were on the way but you never got a response when you arrived your park your car next to Jack’s and made your way inside.

“What’s going on with you Y/N?” The security guard Carlos asked as you made your way inside, you smiled and waved at him. “Not much Carlos, is Jack inside?” “Yep he’s in studio 3 right there on your left.” You thanked him and knocked on the door but there was no answer.

Jiggling the door knob that’s when you noticed it was unlocked so you just let yourself in.

“That’s not what I’m saying Jack all we want to know is how much you’re messing around with her? I thought we didn’t like her.”

We’re they talking about you? You peaked around the corner and saw Jack sitting on the chair with his head in his hands and Sunni pacing around the room. “It’s not like that Sunni alright, Nemo and Neelam made me take her out to get to know her better for the project.” Jack tried defending himself.

“But it still isn’t adding up Jack the way the two of you laughed and brushed hands together or even the way you almost leaned in to kiss her, do you have feeling for Y/N?” Jack did have feelings for you but at the end of the day he cared what everyone thought of him.

“Because if you do that’s weird you know she rejected me back in High School, she isn’t shit and if you’re falling for her after she turned me down that’s fucked up.” You rolled your eyes at Sunni’s words. The only reason you turned him down was simply based off the fact that he was an asshole and still is one.

“No I don’t she doesn’t mean anything to me she never meant anything to me.” Lies they were all lies coming out of his mouth.

“I’m only with her for the album I have no feeling towards her, once the album is finished I’m good off her.”

You were so caught up in ease dropping that you didn’t hear the door opening. “Y/N? What are you doing hiding back here.” Neelam laughed and sure enough here came Sunni and Jack around the corner.

“I was just leaving is all.” You mumbled and turned to leave but Jack followed after he knew you had heard everything they said.

“Y/N.” You picked up your pace once you heard the sound of his voice. “Leave me alone Jack we have nothing to talk about.” You said sternly and gave a concerned Carlos a reassuring smile.

“Come on I didn’t mean anything I said back there and you should know this.” You paused and turned around making him come to a sudden halt, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Should I know? Because clearly I don’t know shit, clearly I’m just.. I just don’t mean shit to you huh? You care so much what everyone else thinks about you Jack.” You cried out and pulled on your hair in frustration.

“No I don’t Y/N I really do love you and I wanna be with you.” You chuckled dryly and shook your head at him. “No you don’t I heard everything you told Sunni let’s just keep whatever we were going to have professional, you need beats done and I need money that’s it and that’s all.”

“Wait Y/N.” He went to protest. “No Jack you know I thought.. I thought you changed.” You looked at him with teary eyes.

“But turns out you’re still the same asshole I once knew. I thought you changed I hate you so much right now.” You cried out and wiped your fallen tears with the back of your hand.

“You don’t mean that.” He managed to croak out.

“But I do Jack, I hate you but most importantly I hate the way you made me fall in love with you.” Your bottom lip trembled and you burst into tears and ran out the studio. Jack stood there feeling sorry for himself he knew he just fucked a good thing up.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

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mhmery · 2 years

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I think I have an unpopular opinion that I’m willing to explore more. Throughout the Law of Assumption forums and/or community, I’ve seen “repetition is key” and “persistence is key”. Which, in a sense, are true statements. However, I think there needs to be more context for beginners. I wasted SO much time trying to understand the lingo and the little phrases that were being tossed around, and it left me so confused.

Until I took a step back and read the work work of Goddard, Neville and a few other people. All of the forums and YouTubers have honestly over complicated things. So, maybe, I can break it down a bit.

- “Repetition is key”: The repetition of your affirmations is not going to produce your manifestations. It’s not. Point blank. Why? Because you’re not saying these affirmations to an external source in hopes that they give you what you want.

The repetition of your affirmations are for YOU and your subconscious mind. Your beliefs are what create— not your thoughts, your beliefs. Anything that you consistently say or even consume is what becomes a belief. Therefore, your affirmations and the repetition of them are what creates a belief— that is key.

- “persistence is key”: this one is controversial lol.

Persistence technically doesn’t mean that you have to spend every single day and second of your life scripting, affirming, visualizing. Persistence is a way of life. You are supposed to persist in the knowing and peace of mind that your desires are already created. No one can take it from you.

You can persist and that knowing. Even if you have a low moment or have moments of doubt— it’s okay. Have faith the size of a mustard seed; that faith alone can move mountains. When you have old thoughts spin the block, use your techniques— affirm, script, visualize the new belief; eventually they will subside.

- “Live in the end”: this one kicked my ass lol

This doesn’t mean pretend like what you want is already here. It means to make daily efforts to transform yourself ‘mentally’ into the version of yourself that already has what you desire. How? Maybe create habits, work through those trauma points in your life, analyze your current relationships with self and others and work to improve your beliefs and actions towards them.

Doing so prepares you for the “end” which is just when your desire comes into fruition.

-“ God, universe, higher self, etc.” : I fought with this a lot because of my religious upbringing. Moms a pastor— crazy story lol. Anyway, I didn’t want anything to do with the church because it’s just a big ass scandal.

Anyway, it wasn’t until I did hours of research and soul searching that I understood that God is just energy. Literally— just a very conscious and intelligent energy. What does that mean? Well, in the Bible (which is great manifestation tool btw), it tells us that human beings were the only creating made in his likeness. Meaning, we are conscious, we have subconscious, we can create.

The Bible also talks about God and man being one. This is mainly in relation to Jesus, but I think Jesus was kinda like the Neville Goddard of his time. Conspiracy— but hey. I tell you this so that you can understand that you are not absent from God (universe); you’re actually one in the same, but God is like the extended version of you.

This helped soooo much because I felt like I was holding everything inside of my head and that I was responsible for finding a solution. I also felt like I had no one to talk to my desires about. Then I learned about affirmative prayer. (I’ll talk about this more eventually.) knowing that I’m not praying to something outside of me, but to a part of me that has access to the outside brought me so much relief. And I literally trust that the shit will be done.

- “everyone is you pushed out”: giiiiirl this shit is IRKING

I’m gonna get sciencey because this didn’t make any damn sense until I brought science into the mix.

At the foundation of human existence is energy (yeah we have atoms and molecules and stuff, but it’s all just energy). The earth is just made up of energy. The UNIVERSE is just a big bundle of energy.

It’s not different types or species of energy; it’s the same type of energy in different shapes (or bundles) with different responsibilities. Hell, even a table is made up of energy. I’m a big bundle of energy and you are a big bundle of energy. Our SPs are a big bundle of energy— the same energy as everything in all of existence.

What does this mean? It means that we are all connected through the energy. So, yeah. When you think of someone and they text you soon after— that thought was literally energy being transmitted from you to them.

Don’t over complicated it lol. I swear it makes sense.

EIYPO literally means that because we are all energy, we are connected— so what happens to me happens to those around me. Which is why our self concept change is felt by those around us.

- “Birds Before Land”: honey— not everyone gets them, so don’t spend all of your time focusing on looking for them. BBL come after the manifestation, not before. However, there are moments when shit is just SO obviously meant for you to see. In those cases— give it good meaning.

I will say that when you invest all of your time looking for movement and signs, you’ll keep manifesting signs.

Uhhh— yeah lol there’s more but my thumbs hurt.

#law of assumption #law of assumption motivation

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handcrafted ✏︎ m. bunting

a/n: when this thought came to me i did not intend for it to be 13 pages of michael bunting being michael bunting, but here we are.

summary: y/n is ridiculously stubborn. michael is ridiculously convincing (and enamoured).

warnings: language, michael does not know what a boundary is at all, financial struggles

wc: 6.1k

✏︎

it had been a long day. longer than she was anticipating, and admittedly longer than she could handle. she was at the salon from nine to one because one of her clients absolutely could not wait one more day for their highlights, and then she had a shift at the cafe from one-thirty to eight thirty. last but not least, because it was a saturday (and because the owner was a lazy bitch), she would probably have to stay late and do payroll.

she was tripping over herself trying to get work done in every area of the back, because whoever had made the schedule put an untrained newbie at the grill, then the customers were bitching at her cashier every minute, plus she was supposed to be on coffees. truly, whatever it would take for them to have more than three employees working on a saturday evening, she’d probably do it.

when it finally slowed down, she started pumping syrup into a cup for herself, but was tapped on the shoulder before she could brew anything. when she turned, she saw that her cashier was sniffling and staring at the ground.

“shit, i’ve got it, go for your fifteen” y/n walked over to the counter and was met with an incredibly angry elderly woman, so she perched herself up on the counter with her arm.

“what seems to be the problem” she didn’t have the energy to smile at the lady, so she bit the inside of her cheek, staring her down and praying that patty didn’t come out of the office anytime soon.

“your cashier is a sinner. this used to be a god-fearing, christian establishment and now look at the place! i can’t even get a coffee these days,” y/n raised her eyebrow, staring the woman in the eye in complete silence before she fixed her posture and crossed her arms.

sucking her teeth, she nodded and finally opened her mouth. “if you could take your head out of your ass for five minutes and order your god damned coffee without thinking about the sexual orientation or political affiliation of your cashier, then you’d be able to get a coffee just fine, actually.” the woman scoffed, muttering something about taking her business elsewhere, and then she walked out.

y/n smirked to herself and then redirected her attention to the man in front of her, who was sporting a close lipped grin.

“okay, cool! what can i get for you?” she raised an eyebrow, signing into the computer.

“what’s the sandwich special today?” she pursed her lips, looking into the back where her cook was timidly poking the hash brown that was on the grill, and she sighed.

“i’m pretty sure our cook got processed into payroll twelve hours ago, so you’re getting a grilled cheese, and probably not a great one, either” he smiled, taking out his card and nodding fondly at her.

“alright, a grilled cheese and a boston cream, then” she nodded, slightly unnerved by his energy, and incredibly unnerved at how nice he was being to her. she grabbed the donut from the tray and slid it into a paper bag, handing it to him and activating the pin pad. she nodded at him to go ahead and pay so he did, dropping a fifty in the tip jar as well.

“wh- can i get your name for the sandwich? it’ll be just a minute” she probably should have done the right thing, which was to inform him that he definitely slipped the wrong bill into the jar, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

“michael”

when his sandwich was done, she helped the cook wrap it up and she handed it to him, watching as he made his way over to a chair and sat, pulling out his phone and typing away as he ate his grilled cheese.

she sighed to herself, continuing to make her coffee from earlier and then taking a gulp when it was finished. she started some of the closing duties, hoping to get a headstart so she could somewhat train the cook, and so that she could send her cashier home at eight rather than eight thirty.

while she was sweeping, she would occasionally look around to see if any customers had come in, and she quickly took note of the guy staring at her, grilled cheese and donut long gone.

eventually, she became sick of it, so she looked right into his eyes, giving him a ‘what gives’ look of annoyance.

“i’d tell you to take a picture but that would be really fucking creepy” he raised his hands in defence, taking his phone back out and continuing to type. she shook her head, rolling her eyes and then grabbing the dust pan.

✏︎

It was finally her day off, and she was more than thrilled to finally be able to take a walk with her dog, and just relax for an entire day. an entire day where she didn’t have to deal with horrendously behaved customers or someone bitching at her because she couldn’t get decades of red dye out of their hair in one session.

she walked into the dog park and made sure she closed the gate tight before taking the leash off her dog and letting him roam free. it hardly took any time at all before he had found another dog to play with, and she could sit on the bench and wait peacefully until all of his energy was exhausted.

her moment of peace was short lived when she heard someone behind her.

“they’re getting along well” she looked over her shoulder and raised her eyebrow when she was met with the same man that had given her a hefty tip at work just a few days before.

“what are you, stalking me?” he smiled and sat next to her, shrugging his shoulders.

“moved to this side of town recently, trying out new places” she avoided his stare, keeping her concentration centred on the two dogs that were now chasing each other around the large patch of grass. she knew if she looked at him the guilt would just eat her up more than it already was

it was quiet for a while. he stayed staring at her while she kept her arms crossed and her eyes trained on anything but him. finally she looked over at him, huffing and pulling her phone out. he was hopeful that he would get her number, or maybe he would put his in her phone, but was left confused when she peeled the case off the back of her phone and pulled out a neatly folded fifty dollar bill.

“what’s this?” he made no move to take it from her, eyebrows furrowed and hands kept still in is jacket pockets.

“it’s yours. you left the wrong bill, couldn’t bring myself to spend it” he raised an eyebrow, shaking his head slowly.

“no, that’s what i meant to leave” she clenched her jaw, huffing and looking over to see that her dog was well spent and on his back over at the water bowls. she shoved the bill into his chest and quickly made her way to the hook she left her leash on, calling the dog over.

he jogged over to her, trying to offer the money back to her and she ignored him, focusing on getting her dog into his leash. “keep it, i want you to have it” she shook her head, eyeing him before opening the gate and ushering her dog through it.

“i’m not taking your money, screw off”

✏︎

for the next two days she had shifts at the salon, so it had been a while since she’d seen the cafe. as soon as she walked in, though, the staff was eyeing her.

she raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes to herself and making her way over to her locker. she pinned her name tag to her chest and pulled back her hair, sighing quietly.

“y/n?” she turned to see the cashier from the other night, holding a perfectly folded fifty dollar bill. her lips parted, hands dropping from her hair as she stared at it.

“is he here right now?” the girl shook her head, and y/n just gaped at her hand in disbelief. what was he getting at? was he trying to impress her? was it a pity thing? either way, she wasn’t a fan, and she definitely was not impressed.

“split it with jace, i don’t want it” the girl hesitated, clueing in that y/n knew exactly who had given her the money, and that she was starting to get annoyed.

“uh, he gave us each one, too. complimented jace’s grilled cheese… are you guys dating?” y/n froze, staring down at the girl with an extremely unimpressed look.

“if i could fire you right now, i would. you ever say some shit like that again and i’ll tell patty you asked for more cash shifts” she grabbed the fifty from the girl’s hand and slipped it back behind her phone case, shooing her away and going back to pulling her hair from her face.

✏︎

he was nervous, which is something he could say was new to him, especially when it came to dating. the idea of marrying into an nhl salary had made his pool of options larger than it needed to be, but he had a feeling that she wouldn’t be convinced with money.

when he walked into the cafe, she immediately made eye contact with him, and she was certainly not pleased to see him. before he could think about how to go about this, something he admittedly should have planned before going into the place, she was dragging him back out by the arm

“what is your deal, michael?” he blinked slowly, opting to just hand her the contents in his hand rather than say anything.

she didn’t even look before trying to hand the box back to him, shaking her head.

“stop trying to give me shit, it’s really weird” she deadpanned, walking away and back towards the shop. he groaned, quickly sliding in front of her to keep her from going into the store.

“open it” he handed her the box again and she rolled her eyes, roughly taking it from his hands and popping the lid off it. she stared inside, her interest piqued but she was still annoyed.

“are you trying to ask me on a date right now?” he shrugged, pulling her back to the side so they weren’t in front of the door.

“look at the jersey” she glared at him, not really in the mood to hold off on her rejection so she could get on with her day. nonetheless she shoved the box back towards him, having him hold it while she unfolded the jersey.

she raised an eyebrow at the large number 58 as well as the name ‘bunting’ on the back of it, folding it back up and placing it back in the box.

“you got me a random dudes jersey?” he grinned at her, making her back away and glare at him, confused and irritated.

“it’s my jersey” she cracked a smile, trying to hold back the laugh that was dying to come out of her. she failed, though, chuckling slightly at what he was insinuating

“you’re kidding” he shook his head, still cheery and almost too excited to pull out his phone and google himself.

she stared at the image of him next to the various hockey statistics she truly could not give less of a shit about, eventually letting her eyes stray to his face, then back to the phone, again and again.

“i want you to come to my game” his voice brought her out of her daze and immediately she looked repulsed.

“absolutely not” the noise he let out was almost a whine, and the look he got because of it was scolding and disgusted, so he sighed.

“come on, y/n/n, just one game and i’ll stop bugging you” she contemplated, glaring down at the date on the ticket and knowing full well it landed on a day she wouldn’t be working.

“if you win you can keep coming to the cafe. if you lose? fuck off and do not come back. but i’m not wearing your jersey and you do not get to call me y/n/n” he glanced down to see which team they’d be playing and he liked his odds, so he nodded, smiling wide at her.

“deal, now can i get a grilled cheese? preferably one with melted cheese, this time” she rolled her eyes, grabbing the piece of paper from the box and making her way inside and behind the counter.

she grabbed one of the grilled cheeses waiting to be picked up and walked back over to him, pushing it into his chest.

“this is to go. now get lost” he was still smiling wide, eyes bright and teeth on full display. he knew she only agreed to go knowing there was a chance it would get him to finally leave her alone, but he was still so unreasonably giddy at the fact that she’d get to see him play.

she, on the other hand, was the opposite of excited, and she was almost wishing she got sick before wednesday. especially when she went into ticketmaster to see where she’d be sitting and her seat number was tucked right behind the home penatly box.

✏︎

the first thing he did when he got onto the ice for warmups was look for her, immediately spotting her in her seat, looking annoyed. she wasn’t wearing a jersey, but instead a navy blue hoodie and a backwards baseball cap with the leafs logo on it. he grinned to himself, starting to bounce against the boards like he usually did, catching a glimpse of her staring at him like he was an idiot.

auston was the first to notice him staring at her, then it was mitch and willy simultaneously. they grouped together, quietly asking if any of them knew who she was. none of them did, but they all took note of the fact that she looked like she desperately wanted to go home, so they at least knew she wasn’t a fan.

will and mitch looked at each other, then at auston, before spitting out their mouthguards and going ‘not it’ while staring auston right in the face. he groaned, tilting his head back in annoyance as he glided over to michael, who was still keeping a close eye on her.

“who’s she?” michael jumped slightly, having been completely unaware that auston was behind him, and unaware that he had been lost in thought staring at her. he blinked, recuperating from the embarrassment and also trying to come up with a better answer than ‘i have a pathetic crush on a manager at that cafe on dundas’

“she, uh,” he stuttered, clearing his throat and pausing. “she works at a cafe nearby. i tried to tip her fifty and she shoved it in my chest and told me to fuck off” auston raised an eyebrow, chuckling at michael and shaking his head.

“doesn’t look like you’ve grown on her much. she looks pissed,” michael nodded and pursed his lips, taking a puck from the ice and tossing it up and down with his stick.

“oh, no. she’s repulsed by me. i’ll get there, though”

✏︎

it was the third period and y/n was wishing she’d checked the statistics of the team the leafs were playing before she had made her deal. the leafs were up 5-2 and michael had two goals. currently, he was running his mouth to a random player on the opposing team who was just about ready to drop his gloves.

michael wore a huge grin the whole time, and the referee pulled him away with both arms before he could even think to swing. he settled into the penalty box like it was his home, immediately looking back to look at y/n who was immensely unimpressed.

he looked to the kid who was sitting next to her and gestured as if to ask if he had a marker, and then he caught it from over the glass. he grabbed a skate rag and she watched as he scribbled onto it, opening her hands when he tied it into a ball and tossed it over, wearing a proud smirk.

she unraveled it, rolling her eyes at the phone number that was etched onto it. she looked up at him, raising an eyebrow and he took his gloves back off, making a phone with his hand and bringing it up to his ear while mouthing ‘call me’

she had to admit that the way he went about it was impressive, but she was still not a fan of him, his sport, his personality, or the fact that he had taken such an interest in her. she didn’t understand, and she didn't want the attention and speculation that would come with being seen with him.

even before she knew that this was his job, she could not possibly find more pros than cons of being associated with someone who had enough money to tip fifty dollars at a small cafe. she was perfectly content taking care of herself, and all he would do is fuck up her life if she got at all comfortable with him and then he screwed her over. on top of that, he was endlessly annoying and far too cocky for her liking.

she sighed, shoving the skate rag in her hoodie pocket and shrugging before mouthing ‘suck a dick’

✏︎

the game was over and y/n was contemplating every life decision she had ever made as she looked at the score board to see it was 6-2 for the leafs. she hated it all more when michael was pronounced the first star of the game and he took a lap, a big smile on his face while he looked at her.

she rolled her eyes as he left the ice and then she turned to leave, but was met by a security guard blocking her aisle.

“miss y/n?” she made a face as if to say ‘duh’ and the guy motioned for her to follow him. she grumbled slightly, following him through halls and into ‘employees only’ doors with a look of confusion. when he stopped walking, he told her to sit and she did, taking her phone out and scrolling through it until someone was sat next to her.

she looked over to see michael, with a big grin and a dishevelled suit on.

“hey” she glared at him, huffing and looking to the other side.

“hi.” she saw more players come out of the room and one of them waved at her, raising an eyebrow. he made his way over and she looked back over at michael, whining.

“when will this night end” the guy smiled and stuck his hand out, and she ignored him. michael shook his head slightly with a chuckle, looking at her with the most enamoured look auston had ever seen.

“you’re pathetic, bunts. i’m auston” she saluted sarcastically, getting up and looking down at michael.

“i’m going home now” in seconds he was up to stop her, walking down the hallway with her even though she had no idea where she was going. she felt his hand on the small of her back, redirecting her to the exit and she slapped his arm away, glaring at him.

“come home with me, or at least let me give you a ride” she scoffed, was he really that stupid? what could she have possibly done to have given him any impression that she would want to go home with him? hell, she didn't even act like she tolerated him. inside, she was begging him to stop trying, to leave her alone.

but she was smart enough to know that he wouldn’t, because nothing he had done as of yet pointed in the direction of him giving up on her.

“what can i do to get you to leave me the fuck alone? seriosuly what is it that’s making you think i want anything to do with you” she was whispering angrily. she wasn’t that much of a bitch that she’d scold him loudly in front of a hallway full of reporters and his teammates, but she was getting extremely impatient with him.

“i like you” he was looking her in the eye and it told her that he meant it but it was also the most intimidating thing she’d ever had to look at. if she was being honest, this was the first time anyone had shown any interest in her beyond just wanting to fuck her.

most of the time those guys didn’t even want to fuck her, either. they just wanted to prove that they could fuck her. it had been years since she let anyone in like that and she’d be damned if she broke her walls down for a rich boy who thinks he can get whatever he wants by tossing money at her.

“i could infer” he just kept looking at her, hoping that she would at least agree to let him drive her home, especially at this time of night. If he was lucky, she would see that his intentions were good and she would stay with him.

she eventually clenched her jaw, sighing and gesturing vaguely in front of her.

“fine, show me the way, jackass” he ignored the nickname and responded with a soft smile, starting to walk to the parking lot the players parked in. she followed close behind him, eyes widening when they approached a cadillac and he opened the passenger door for her to get in. maybe she was a tad impressed.

“to yours?” she chewed at the inside of her cheek and cracked her knuckles with anxiety, looking over at him quickly before she spoke.

“i’ll go to yours. but i’m staying in a separate room and you need to take me to mine first cause i work tomorrow and i need a change of clothes” he nodded, smiling at her and he wouldn’t let it out, cause he knew it would piss her off, but he was so excited to finally get to know her.

he pulled over by her apartment and watched her get out. she had been silent since agreeing to stay at his condo, and he was expecting it, but it was still awkward. it took a few minutes before she was back out, now with a bag of clothes.

he drove off, trying his best to focus on the road rather than her.

“why do you like me? i didn’t do anything” he chuckled, eyeing her now that he was stopped at a light.

“you say it like i’m punishing you” she looked over at him with a look that told him she essentially saw his behaviour as a punishment and he nodded, still smiling like his mouth was stuck that way.

“as much as you would absolutely never admit it, you’re a caring person. and you’re beautiful and funny, and you hate me which just immediately means you’re my type.” she glared at him

“that was revolting. i shouldn’t have asked” she crossed her arms and looked back out the window as the light turned green, preferring the silence that was previously thick in the air of his car.

“what? me saying you’re beautiful?” she acted like she was shuddering in disgust, but when the streetlights would shine on her face, he saw the light blush covering her cheeks.

nobody had ever called her beautiful before, at least not in this context or in that disgustingly sweet tone, and she couldn’t tell if she loved or hated it.

it felt like an eternity before they were at his condo, and he was guiding her over to the elevator to get to his floor. apparently many people in downtown toronto were having late nights, because the elevator was packed and her back was pressed to his chest.

he wanted to lean into it, wrap an arm around her and nestle his nose into her hair. but she wanted to push him off and settle for leaning against a stranger.

he let his thoughts control his actions, hand securing itself on her hip under the sweater she’d been wearing and chin resting on her head. she grabbed his hand, pulling it from her and dropping it. she let him keep his head on top of hers, though.

“you’re starting to warm up to me” she scoffed, shoving his face so that his chin slid off the top of her hair. he pouted, figuring he should’ve listened to the part of him that said to shut his mouth and enjoy her presence.

the elevator made an annoying dinging sound and she felt that same hand on her back, guiding her out. she slapped him again, turning back once they were out of the elevator to glare at him.

“stop touching, shit for brains” he giggled, unlocking his door and closing it behind her, then watching as she looked around. he thought she was adorable, walking around and looking at things like a shy little kid.

he grabbed her hand, turning her to face him and her eyes went wide for a split second before she shoved him away from her. the smirk on his face was cocky and she hated it, wanting to slap it off him.

“sorry, sorry. c’mon, let’s watch a movie” she nodded, keeping an eye on his movements so that she could stop him if he tried to touch her again, and he noticed immediately.

“y/n, relax, okay? i’m sorry for freaking you out” he sat down and she left a cushion of distance between them when choosing her own seat, deciding his apology was sincere enough for her to stay warranted he didn’t try anything again.

he handed her the remote to the tv after getting into netflix, so she scrolled through it and putting on a movie she’d seen a million times.

she knew the familiarity of it would comfort her and she wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally watching a horrendous movie on a night she already wasn’t exactly enjoying.

she cracked a smile when she clicked on it and the preview tab said ‘resume play’ with an almost completed red line, meaning he had already watched it.

she went down to the ‘play from beginning’ button and pressed on it, pulling her knees to her chest and leaning her chin on them. half way through the movie, she had went from stiff and uncomfortable to slightly relaxed, laid on her side, and curled in on herself so she only took up a cushion and a half.

her eyes were trying their hardest to stay open, but the time between blinks was slowly becoming shorter and shorter. it didn’t take long before she was sleeping peacefully on his couch cushion

he had been taking glances at her since the movie had started, so he’d seen it when she finally dozed off. he let her be, letting her rest until the movie was over and then he carefully shook her shoulder, mumbling her name to try and wake her up.

she stirred and buried her face into her arm before opening her eyes, almost wishing he’d just let her sleep on the couch and in her jeans.

“hi, princess” she groaned, tucking her face further into her arm and using the other one to swat at him.

“i am not a princess, dickface”

✏︎

she woke up the next morning to a knock at the door. she didn’t want to admit it, but she’d had the best sleep of her life. his place was so much more quiet than hers, and the heat kicking on at night didn’t sound like a volcanic eruption.

there were limited ambulances speeding by on the street outside of the window, and there weren’t any neighbours bashing each others skulls in for idiotic reasons. plus, the bed was unreasonably comfortable for a spare.

she mumbled incoherently to tell him she was awake, so he cracked the door open. his face softened completely when he saw that she was still half asleep, curled up into a ball and snuggled close into the bedding.

“what time are you working? i can bring you to the cafe” she shook her head, reaching over to find her phone in the sheets and squinting at the time.

“not the cafe, my other job. at one” both of his eyebrows went up in surprise, and then he almost pouted. two jobs to live where he’d seen last night was horrible.

he didn’t exactly have a lavish childhood, so he knew what it was like to struggle, but she didn’t even have any emotional support, either. he had his mom and his brother around until he made a name for himself.

he knew better than to say anything now, even if he desperately wanted to help her, she’d made it clear she didn’t need, or want, his help.

“well, then we have time for breakfast. i’ll get doordash” she glared at him through glossy, half closed eyes and shook her head.

“stop spending money on me” he acted like he thought about it and then grinned at her.

“hm. no!” he pulled his phone out and tossed it onto the bed, letting her pick what restaurant she wanted and what meal to get.

she scrolled through the breakfast tab before stumbling upon a small business that made fancy crepes and she clicked on it, ordering the first thing that she thought looked appetizing.

he ordered his own crepe, approaching her by the bed.

“why won’t you let me help you when you need two jobs to live?” she groaned, rolling her eyes at him and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

“can i use the shower?” it was his turn to roll his eyes. he blocked her from leaving the room, crossing his arms. she scoffed, shoving him away and wandering his condo looking for a full bathroom.

“fuck, can you answer my question? any other person would jump at this opportunity, what’s different with you? i don’t get it” she shoved both hands into her hair, groaning in annoyance and finally turning to look at him.

“i jump at this ‘opportunity’ as you call it and all it does is make it ten times easier for my life to go to shit. i don’t need your help. especially not financially” she was yelling, sick of his persistence and trying everything he could to convince her that she should let him in.

he just stared at her, looking like a lost puppy. “but you have it” is all he said, head tilting slightly.

“if you want to help me plant a fucking garden or something, go ahead. but i’m not taking your money. cause the second i get comfortable with a pro sports salary? any sense of self sufficiency i have is gone and if that ends? i’m so totally fucked”

he paused, the reason she was being so cagey with him finally sinking in. she didn’t trust that he’d stick around. nonetheless, he took it as a challenge.

he wanted to prove to her that he wouldn’t leave her to fend for herself, that he had no interest in leaving her at all, actually. he’d gain her trust if it was the last thing he did.

✏︎

he dropped her off at the door of the salon and then, without telling her, parked and followed her in. he walked in just in time for a blonde little boy to run into her arms and for her to pick him up and set him on her hip.

“hey, baby. what’re you doing here?” she looked over at one of her co workers with a worried look and he watched with a small smile, admiring how natural she looked with the boy in her arms.

“jennie’s out sick again?” the other woman nodded, rolling her eyes and wiping her hands of hair dye with a black hand towel and setting a timer.

“yep. mags is covering for clients that want it. needs the extra money.” y/n frowned, squishing the boys cheek softly. he, however, was too busy gaping at michael to notice. michael waved slightly, taking note of the maple leafs toque he was wearing.

y/n took notice of the boy staring at the door, and turned around.

“what are you doing? go home” she set the boy down but he tugged at her arm and pouted up at her.

“y/n/n it’s bunting from the leafs, don’t be mean” she grinned slightly and kneeled down to his level, pulling his hat off and grabbing a marker from the counter nearby.

“you wanna go say hi?” he hid behind her, shaking his head.

“it’s okay, baby. i’ll go with you, c’mon” she held her hand out for him and he grabbed it, walking over to him with his face shoved into the lower half of her thigh.

“hi, buddy” michael tried to ignore the unyielding urge to kiss her and say ‘i knew it’ cause here she was glaring into his soul with a little boy clung to her and she was being a sweetheart.

she cared about this kid, and she was worried for her co worker and she was ignoring her apparent hate for him for this kid.

“i can hear the gears in your head going haywire and they need to quit it immediately” and there it was.

michael sighed, kneeling down and greeting the boy with a cheesy grin.

“you want me to sign that for you?” the boy nodded and handed him the hat and marker, literally jumping for joy. as soon as the hat was signed, he ran off to show his mom and the two were left alone, y/n glaring daggers into michael’s eyes as soon as the boy was out of sight.

“you can go home now,” he leaned over the register and smiled at her like he was just a random guy, greeting her for the first time.

“i need a trim. you got time right now?” she gave him an award winning customer service smile and nodded sarcastically, walking over to her station.

he sat, watching her attentively through the mirror as she grabbed the cape from her cubby and laid it over him.

she stared into his eyes as she tugged the cape around his neck, buttoning it as tight as possible, ignoring his cough of resistance.

“too tight?” he nodded slightly, murmuring a breathy ‘yeah’, and exhaling sharply as she pulled the button off. she apologized with a blatantly fake tone and draped him properly, getting started on the haircut.

when it was done she ran her fingers through it, doing a half solid job at ignoring his love struck eyes when she looked into the mirror to ask how he liked it. all he could do was nod and lean into her touch, to which she glared at him and pulled away.

he got up awkwardly and she lead him to the register, putting in his total on the card machine and handing it to him.

his eyes shifted from her to the machine a few times, and when the receipt came out and the cash register popped open for her tip, she choked on her spit.

five thousand dollars.

she dragged him out by the hand and shook her head at him once they were out of the building. “you need to learn boundaries. jesus christ, you can’t just-“ she wanted to scream at him but finally, he’d shocked her enough that she didn’t know if she could scold him for it.

it felt selfish, but if she kept the tip her savings for a home would be immediately doubled and she wouldn’t have to be so stressed about getting sick and needing to call off for a day or two. exactly what she was afraid of. she didn’t want to, couldn’t depend on him like that.

he took her silence as an opportunity to push his nose next to hers, cradle the back of her head and kiss her, gentle but firm. he couldn’t ignore his heart jumping out of his chest when she kissed back.

“let me take you on a date. dinner, maybe? tonight once you’re off” she bit her lip, looking up at him.

“boring. let’s go to dave & busters. eight.” he grinned, giving her a peck on the forehead.

“now get lost before one of my co workers sees you’ve got five grand to waste and gets you to knock her up for child support” he giggled, pulling away from her and starting his car.

“jealous?” she scoffed and walked back into the salon, grabbing the receipt and tucking it into her pocket, planning on talking to the owner privately about the money she’s owed.

“that boy looks at you like you handcrafted the earth” mags commented, smiling.

#michael bunting #michael bunting x reader #m bunting #nhl fic #nhl imagine #toronto maple leafs

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queerprayers · 5 months

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christmas postcard announcement!

One of my favorite parts of Christmastime is receiving physical mail from people, and I want to share that joy! A couple(?) years ago, I sent some cards out to followers, and I've decided to do a similar project this year. I'm going to be realistic with my time this year, so I won't make the cards myself or write five paragraphs for everyone, but I'll handwrite a postcard with love and prayers!

If you (or someone you know) would like a postcard from me, I have prepared a Google form! I'll keep the form open until Dec. 24, unless for some crazy reason so many people respond that I run out of postcards, in which case I will have to close the form early. Just in case, I'd ask that you request just one physical postcard, so more people will have an opportunity. If you would like a message but would not like to receive physical mail (or you've used your one postcard request), I've included an option for a virtual message.

Five lucky people (if I were rich it would be more) will receive a postcard made by @and-her-saints ! The rest of the postcards are cool too, though, so don't worry. I will try my very hardest to have these all delivered as soon as I can, but if you request one the day before Christmas or I'm late or you're outside of the US and it takes a long time or the postal service messes up, I hope you'll forgive me. Christmas is 12 days, remember?

No, you don't have to be Christian, although please be aware these are Christmas cards. I've included an option to request a more secular holiday card, but if you hate anything to do with Christmas, this might not be for you.

I'm praying for all of you as we approach Advent, and perhaps this can give you something to look forward to.

<3 Johanna

P.S.

In receiving love, we work to give love as well. I don't pretend to be changing the world by sending postcards, but it's something I can do that can perhaps bring someone joy.

If you are able, I'd encourage you to give some money/time/energy this Christmas to those who need it. Sending cards, visiting people, volunteering, and donating can all further the Christian calling of love. If you are someone who needs help, I pray the people around you are moved to provide it.

I'm especially thinking of the Holy Land this year. Jesus's birthplace is being destroyed, and Christian communities there are in danger of extinction. Christmas celebrations have been cancelled in Bethlehem. It's hard to know if/how/where help will actually reach those who most need it, but I'd still recommend donating to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund, Islamic Relief USA, UNICEF, UNRWA, Hakini Mental Health Services, or Sunbula Emergency Aid. Even if immediate resources are not able to be sent, this is a long-term crisis.

Jesus was born into occupied territory, and Christians born there today are sharing this burden. You know what God has called you to do. Mary's response to receiving Jesus was to sing a song of liberation. Christmas has from the beginning been about lifting up the lowly. His law is love, his gospel peace. Chains shall we break, for the slave is our brother, and in his name all oppression shall cease. Amen.

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Would absolutely LOVE to know about your beliefs and practices. I live in a very toxic Christian house but I've always been drawn to these kinds of things.

I was raised catholic and while my fascination with certain catholic symbols and rituals has stayed with me I decided it wasn’t for me when I was about fourteen. I got into witchcraft first, though I now mostly focus on deity work. At first I attempted to work with some hellenic gods but while it was fascinating and I learned a lot, I craved something different. I don’t even quite remember how I stumbled upon Luciferianism but I felt instantly drawn to it.

In my belief I view Satan and Lucifer as two distinctly separate beings and while I currently only work with Lucifer I intend to look into satanism as well. While I am a theistic luciferian, meaning I believe in him as an actual entity, I do see him more as a symbol, or rather, personification or certain traits, like knowledge, pride, etc. This is also why it’s difficult to state what kind of being he is exactly. Some view him as a demon, some equate him with Satan and use the two names interchangeably, there is also a minor Roman god called lucifer and some atheistic luciferians just follow the things he represents, much in the same way that atheistic satanists do. I’ve given up attempting to categorise my belief or try to fit into one specific belief system. To me, lucifer is everything. He is with me every step of the way and I love him so much.

As for my practices, as I said I used to do lots of spell work and things like that, now I mostly focus on offerings, prayer, divination, anything to connect me to my deity. I also intend to create and celebrate some of my own holidays in the future, since there aren’t a lot of “official” sacred luciferian days out there.

Due to reasons I don’t really want to bring up, my practice is very casual, I’m often unable to do big rituals or offerings so I incorporate lucifer into my daily life so I can worship and honour him even if I don’t have a lot of energy. I do this by doing things like wearing his sigil every day, wearing devotional oils, lighting candles, praying to him, offering him parts of my meals or drinks or just inviting him to sit with me.

That was probably a lot more information than you wanted but I’ll take every opportunity I can to talk about Lord Lucifer so thanks for the ask :D

#luciferianism #lucifer #luciferian #witchcraft #theistic luciferianism #deity work #lucifer deity #lucifer devotee #theistic satanism #satanism

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gaias-space · 4 months

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Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader (Part Two)

(Mark of cane Dean, unprotected sex, fluff, smut…so much smut, aftercare, NSFW 18+ minors DNI)

If you’d like to read part one (it’s not necessary but will make some more sense & is pure smut and angst) : https://www.tumblr.com/gaias-space/736696927531548672/dean-winchester-x-fem-reader

You couldn’t look Sam in the eye as he began to continue his research. You leave in a hurry finding your way to your room in the bunker. ‘Did we really just do that?’ You thought, still panting from the adrenaline. You lay on your back on your bed taking in every kiss, tough, praise, and every filthy degrading word he said to you. It hurt for weeks seeing Deans personality change when he got that mark. You and Sam had been trying for a very long time to find a cure or a spell. Everything happened so fast. You were angry at him, the way he’d ignore you all week, how he would huff and groan when you were in the same room as him. And every time you spoke he’d have something to say. You knew deep down this wasn’t him or how he really felt, and you would never hold it against him. But you couldn’t help but admit it hurt. You thought for just a moment you had the ability to actually stand up for yourself and put him in his place a little. But instead he fucked you like he hated you and it was the most addictive experience. You lay for hours thinking hard about what he had done to you. The way he yelled, how or caused goosebumps over your body, the way he pinned you down, the whispers of seductive threats in your ear. You were getting hot and bothered just thinking about it again. He was so rough with you. And you can’t deny Dean was always dominant but this was a new level. Your mind looped one scene over many times; the way you wanted to make him feel good, taste his hard and dripping cock in your mouth. But instead he slammed into you your gasps were a mixture of shock and pleasure. He used your body like it was only for him and god, you needed more.

In the library where Sam and Dean sat to read up on a recent case Sam finally began to speak. “So Dean…is everything alright with you and Y/n?” He clears his throat. Dean smirks, but doesn’t move his eyes away from the laptop. “Yeah, everything’s great actually. Just had some business to take care of”. He sends Sam a small smile. Sam wasn’t buying it, he saw the way you ran off and how cruel he’d been to you beforehand. “Did you two …get into a fight or something?” He questions. Dean rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. “Uhh not quite Sammy boy…”

“Yet…you seem happier. Did you two sort it out at-least? Why did she run off?” Dean chuckles to himself ‘man this boy is really asking’ for it’ he thinks. “Yeah I uh…guess you could say that we did. Shes fine I promise you that”. Suddenly he perks up and looks at Sam with his famous ‘I-Just-Got-Laid- look’ and Sam’s face glows bright red. “Oh… OH DEAN! On the couch!? I didn’t need to know that!” Sam connected the dots quite fast, all Dean could do was laugh and share a proud look on his face. “Welp…it’s been a long day I think we should get some shut eye and tomorrow we’ll touch back on this case alright?” Dean says standing up and beginning to walk away. Sam stares still in shock, confusion, and disgust. “Uh…yeah good idea Dean. Well for everyone’s sake I’m glad the two of you sorted things out…you’ve been kind of an asshole to her”. Deans eyes look away for a moment, pained. He hates this mark, he hated how it made him feel. It made him do bad things and it felt so good! But it was so wrong. He prayed a cure or spell would be found sooner then later. He didn’t like how he treated you…but he did like the moans and how hard you came from him. Perhaps he’d do that more if he ever got better. Dean says goodnight to Sam and makes his way to your room. On the way there he can’t help but think about how hard he fucked you earlier. The way your cunt clenched around his cock, he could feel you cumming around him. Your walls tightening and sucking him in when he squirted hot ropes of cum inside you. He likes the control he has on you and the way you would react. Seeing tears fall down your face and your cheeks blush. The taste of your pussy still lingered in his mouth, you tasted so delicious. God the thought made him harden. And he meant what he said about a second round. He opens your door and sees you laying there, cheeks flushed, your eyes looking at the ceiling deep in thought.

“Y/n?” You jolt up as Dean interrupts your thoughts. “Oh..h-hey..” you stutter. You weren’t doing anything but it was obvious you were thinking about something from how hot your cheeks were and how shaky your composure was. “Is it alright if we uh…talk?” Deans voice was low and soft. You nod and pat the side of the bed gesturing for him to sit beside you. “I uh… just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’ve been a huge ass to you and I feel terrible. Ya know it’s not me baby…” he sighs. “It’s this stupid mark. I hate what it’s doing to me.” He turns to look at you and places your hands in his. His scarred and callous fingers tracing small circles over your hand. “I love you sweetheart, don’t you ever forget it. Those horrible things I say to you..it’s not true. You don’t bother me, I love giving you attention it’s not”- you slide your hand out from him and shush his lips. “Baby- I know. It’s okay. I can’t lie…it hurts a little the things you say but, I know it’s not you, it’s not real and I’m not taking it to heart. I love you, nothing will change that.” You say with a smile. Deans heart flutters at your words. He was so damn lucky to have a woman like you. “Oh and about earlier I’m sorry …I was so rough with you I”-

“I like it!” You blurt out, your cheeks heating again. Dean looks at you puzzled for a moment. “Wait..what?” You gulp a little embarrassed. “I uh..kinda liked it. That side of you I’d never seen before and I- it’s hard to explain. But that was the best sex I think we’ve had” you chuckle nervously. Dean smirks now, loving what he is hearing. “Oh? Well…I don’t like the stuff I said leading up to it…but yeah. Fuck that was really something.” A devilish grin crossed his face, lips twitching. “Well maybe I might just have to do that again” his voice deep and seductive. You blush hard and all you can do is nod, too flustered to speak. C’mere” he says and suddenly his lips connect with yours, softer and more delicate then earlier, but full of love. Your body relaxes instantly all the nervous tension leaving your body. When you two finally pull away you look at him starstruck. “I promise you we will find a way to get rid of the mark. Please don’t beat yourself up for it. I love you. And I’m not going anywhere”. You reassure him. Dean smiles and pulls your body onto his. “I’m the luckiest man Y/N I really am.” He plants another kiss on your lips, and you fall away into the sensation.

You wanted this moment to last, not knowing when he will turn again, and what you two will face. But whatever happens you would always be by his side. Your lips collide in a desperate passion and need. Your tongues dance with eachother and teeth and lips make a mess. His hand snakes up your waist, your stomach and lands on your breasts squeezing it causing a gaps to escape your lips. “God I love the way you sound” he whispers. His hands caresses your breasts and his fingers begin to tease and pinch your nipple. You could already feel yourself getting wet. He was gentle with you, caressing and loving your body tenderly. He wanted to savour and drink in every sensation of your body. He loved every curve, every bump, the softness of your skin and the way your body would heat up at his touch. You loved him in every phase of life, and you needed him right now. The way he was tugging and teasing your nipples and biting your neck was sending you into a frenzy. “Dean…” you gasp. He stops immediately with worry he had done something, crossed a line. “ is everything okay?” He cups your face and strokes his thumb across your cheek. You humm at the sensation. “Mhmm…” your eyes look at his with lust and you bite your lip. That sexy mischievous look you always gave when you two made love. The worry he felt disappeared, and he raises a brow. “I want to make you feel good…” is all you say before tracing your finger across his zipper. Dean smirks understanding now. “Well baby I’m all yours”. Those words snap something feral inside you. You sit up on your knees and lay him down your eyes never breaking contact as you pull his pants down. He was already aching hard from kissing you and hearing your moans when he played with your breasts. His large cock sprung out and you gasp. “Mmm mmm” you groan hungrily. You grab his cock and he instantly gasps at the touch. “God you make me so fucking hard baby.” He groans, his hips already desperately thrusting into your fist. You bat your lashes at him and slowly stroke your tongue over the base of his cock. “Ah- oh god!” Dean groans. Every sound he made as you slowly teased his cock made you throb and ache for him. You needed some release, you sit back on your heels and grind, relieving some of the tension. You begin to take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his watching him struggle to make a coherent word. “F-fuck baby your mouth feels so good.” He grunts and that was your queue. You take his whole cock deep in your mouth feeling his tip sliding down your throat. The guttural sounds that left his mouth made you throat fuck him so hard and fast you were afraid you’d gag or vomit. “Oh shit, fuckkk”- his eyes roll back as you suck and lick his shaft and tip taking him all the way in. Your head bobbed up and down from tip to balls and you could feel him begin to pulse. His hands grip harshly at your hair and he thrusts his hips into your throat. “Yeah baby taking me like a good girl. Taking me so fucking well” his praises were all worth the lack of air and the pounding of his cock deep in your throat and mouth. It was all worth it. “Oh god! Come here” he quickly pulls his cock out of your mouth feeling himself close to cumming. He sits up and pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. He hurries to find your shirt and pulls it off over your head, your tits bouncing in front of him. “God…I love your tits baby”. You giggle and blush at his words, he made you feel so beautiful and sexy like no other. His lips collide with your tits kissing and nibbling one while his other hand teases and pinches the other. “Oh Dean…fuck!” You groan and gasp. His warm and wet mouth tasting your tits made the ache in your core deepen. You hadn’t worn panties after the last round and you could feel your slick begin to slide down your thigh. “Oh god I need you- now dean please!” You cry out. Your cunt was hot and throbbing, if you didn’t have him now you’d explode.

A pleasurable noise rises in his throat as he hears your words he wraps his arm around your waist, in one quick motion he turns and lays you down on the bed. He stopped for a moment taking in the sight of you. Your hair sprawled over the mattress, your tits hard and bouncing with each heavy breath, your beautiful lips that were parted, your cheeks that flushed and your sexy waist and thighs. “Fuck me you are so damn sexy my love”. He could stare at you all day, and if he had the skills he’d paint you like a renaissance art piece. he sucked in a deep breath trying to keep his composure. He leans down and kisses you again starting slow then picking up the pace. Soon your tongues were tangled together again. He took his time, embracing every touch and every taste. He bites your lower lip, then nibbles at your neck and he enjoyed every gasp and moan coming from you. Deans hand trails over your thigh already feeling how wet you are as his finger teases your clit, his lips never leaving yours. You main into his touch, so desperate for him you could cum just from his finger alone. “G-god Dean!” You cry out. His finger circling painfully slow and teasing you. “Need you” you cry again. Dean chuckles now and slides two fingers in your dripping pussy. “Ah!” Your head presses harder into the pillow as his fingers took some of the ache away. Dean gets on his knees slowly and kisses all over your body. Your lips, your neck, chest, breasts, stomach and thighs before stopping at your cunt. “Y/n your body is so perfect. I can’t get enough of you” he whispers. Deans cock was aching now if he could have a recording of your moans he could jerk off to that and that alone. He never needed porn when he had you. Dean opens your legs and slides himself between you. “You want my cock baby?” He teases. His tip gently thrusting between your folds. You can’t help the gasps leaving you, your body needing him like a starving woman. “Oh Dean yes. I need it please” you cry out. “I need your cock inside me” your words send dean o we the edge, he slides his cock inside you bottoming out and watching you moan loud. “God you’re so wet for me. F-feel so good” he stutters slowly thrusting into you, enjoying every motion. His slow thrusts teased you, sending you closer to a climax. He thrusts into you again and kisses your lips. You could of his hard warm cock deep inside you, his tip hitting your Cervix. “My baby” you whimper looking into his pretty eyes. “Yours” he replies before trailing kisses lovingly over you and thrusting in and out over and over. He could feel your walks tightening over him, squeezing his cock. He began to pick up the pace feeling close to his own climax. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him in, your tongues dancing once more. “D-Dean I’m gonna cum!” You cry out suddenly feeling your orgasm arriving suddenly “cum baby cum for me, cum all over my cock” He chants. He could feel your body convulsing, he rides your orgasm out with long, deep thrusts watching you cum apart around him. Your cries and moans sending him into a spiral. “Fuck! I’m close too baby…where do you want me” he looks down into your eyes, your panting heavy. You just came all around him, yet seeing him about to explode- god you’d probably be able to cum again. “Inside me…please” even though he already had before when he was angry, this side of him asking for consent was so sexy to you. He looks at you in doubt “are you sure coz - fuck I don’t think I can hold back much more I-“ you suddenly pull him onto you his cock bottoming out in you “I need you inside me- cum” you demand. Those words were enough, with a few more pumps Dean squirts a huge load deep inside you, more cum than he had before. You could feel the hot ropes pooling inside you than seeping out. The two of you still, panting snd trying to gather your thoughts. Dean plants soft kisses on you again before pulling out. “God I love you princess. I can’t say it enough”. He says between pants. You smile and kiss him once more. “Then never stop” you giggle.

He pulls you into his arms and the two of you lye there for a while enjoying each others company, not saying a word until Dean perks up. “Come on baby let’s clean you up ok?” He stands and pulls you up with him, then walks you into the bathroom. He turns the shower on to your preferred heat setting and he steps into the shower with you. The warm water felt good on your skin. Dean pumps your favourite fruity scented body was onto a sponge then gently washed your body. He washed your hair, massages your thighs, washed himself then wrapped the both of you in towels. You were both exhausted from the long hours of sex and your heart couldn’t be more full (or your pussy for that matter). Dean made the bed while you slipped on cozy pyjamas before the two of you slid into bed. “Get some rest sweetheart” he whispers, pulling you in and holding you tight. He never wanted to let you go. “I love you so much Mr Winchester” you say with a small giggle then kiss his lips once more, before your eyes felt heavy and the two of you fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

#smut #fluff #dean winchester x you #dean winchester imagine #dean smut #dean winchester fic #dean x reader #dean x y/n #supernatural

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