#wipes sweat off my forehead almost forgot how to draw them

[novaneondream]

When is Deku not giving Bakugou a heart attack?

#wipes sweat off my forehead almost forgot how to draw them #kinda miss them or whatever #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my art #bkdk #mha #bakudeku #deku #midoriya izuku #bnha fanart #bkdk fanart #bakudeku fanart

[guardianofrivendell]

A Royal Tease

Thorin x fem!reader

Requested: kind of - this was a favor to a very special person! 

Warnings:  NSFW with an E rating, so please only read if you’re 18+! 

A/N: Wowee... that was a ride! Writing smut is definitely NOT the same as reading it :) Let me know how I did it and if I should write more smut in the future. I still feel like it jumps from here to there sometimes, but the longer I worked on it, the worse it got so I decided to stop editing and throw it on here 🙈

Before you start reading, another friendly reminder that English is NOT my first language, so if some sentences feel forced or the vocabulary feels too simple or not descriptive enough, that’s why! 

Thorin was lying on his back in the sand, eyes closed and panting heavily. 

“Another one!” he growled after a few seconds.  “Are you sure you can take another one? Married life sure is taking a toll on ya!” Dwalin teased, getting in his starting position again. He rolled his muscles and Thorin could hear his bones crack. Dwalin was enjoying this far too much. 

Thorin might be losing his touch, but Mahal be his witness, he would never admit defeat. He couldn’t give Dwalin the satisfaction. So he pushed himself back up while muttering a line of very colourful words, ready to smack that smirk of his best friend’s face.

These late night sparring sessions with Dwalin were a godsend to get rid of the tension and frustration in his body, but that didn’t mean he would let him off the hook so easily. 

Wiping the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand, he walked towards the opposite side of the training field.  His tunic clung to his body, dripping with sweat so Thorin decided to take it off. 

“What in Durin’s name are those?” Dwalin’s voice boomed across the field.

Thorin immediately held his tunic in front of him, as if he had been caught doing something that he shouldn’t. He completely forgot about them. 

“S’none of your business,” he muttered.

“As your personal guard it is my bloody business, Thorin,” Dwalin retorted, making his way towards his King. 

“Who gave ya those bruises?”

Thorin stared at his best friend and felt his cheeks flush. He could see Dwalin’s thoughts take a turn for the worst, blaming himself for his King’s injuries. But he couldn’t tell him the truth, could he?  

“You were not the one who caused them,” Thorin said in a tone that made it clear he wasn’t going to elaborate.

“Then who did?” he pressed on. 

“Leave it, Dwalin.”

But Dwalin was quicker and snatched the shirt out of his hands so the bruises were visible. 

“Thorin…”

Dwalin’s eyes traveled over the King’s bare chest. His pecs, abs and hips were covered in dark purple bruises, each one of them the size of a gold coin. His eyes landed on the waistband of Thorin’s breeches and it looked like the bruises didn’t stop there.

“I’m supposed to protect ya, Thorin. Who mistreated you like this?”

Thorin kept his eyes focused on Dwalin’s, as if he wanted to have a staring match. Dwalin could see the internal battle his King was fighting, before Thorin broke eye contact and turned around to put his tunic back on.

“They’re Y/N’s alright,” he hissed, without looking at him. 

Dwalin stood completely shocked for a few seconds, before he balled his fists and almost bristled in anger.

“Dam or not, she can’t treat ya that way, Thorin,” he said through clenched teeth. 

Thorin placed his hands on Dwalin’s shoulders to calm him down. 

“No, my friend. No, it’s not like that at all… They happened during…” Thorin took a deep breath and lowered his voice in case someone could overhear. “During our lovemaking.”

Dwalin’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes went wide.  But he didn’t back off like Thorin had expected. If any, it peaked his interest. 

“She hurts ya for… Pleasure?”

Dwalin’s nose scrunched up, like the thought of someone hurting their One for pleasure was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. Which, in his humble opinion, it most certainly was.

“In her world what happens at night is a lot more... interesting, to give it a name. We’ve been missing out, Dwalin. You can trust me on that.”

“But she hurts ya?” he repeated. 

Thorin chuckled. “Believe me, it doesn’t hurt one bit. On the contrary...”

They started walking out of the training halls, their sparring session long forgotten. 

Thorin knew it might not be appropriate to discuss his love life so openly with his friend, but he was almost certain Y/N wouldn’t mind and he felt relieved he could finally talk to someone about it.

“You don’t know half the things she’s capable of, Dwalin… The way her hands feel when she… Mahal!” Thorin groaned at the memories of your late night activities. 

“Easy there, lad,” Dwalin chuckled. “Ya don’t want to ruin those trousers too, aye?”

Thorin shoved him in a playful jest, but the seasoned warrior didn’t even budge.  He shook his head, tutting at the poor attempt of his King. “Pathetic.”

While they were walking towards the Royal wing of the mountain, Thorin told his friend about some of the things he learned the last few weeks. 

Dwarrows were a bit old fashioned in the bedchambers, or ‘rather prude’ as Y/N had called it, and she helped him discover a different side of himself.

By the time Thorin had told Dwalin about the different positions he definitely should try besides the classic one, they’d reached the heavy double doors of Thorin’s chambers and Dwalin’s cheeks had turned a few shades darker. 

Dwalin halted and nodded at the guards posted at each side of the door. 

Thorin opened the door and the right corner of his lips twitched. He was still a bit agitated that he couldn’t beat his friend on the grounds but there was always another way to get the upper hand...

“Oh and Dwalin… They use their mouth too.”

“Well I may hope so, it’s hard to kiss without yer lips,” he said, not understanding what Thorin meant. 

“Not for kissing, Dwalin. Not only for kissing.”

Thorin closed the door, leaving a speechless and heavily flustered Dwalin in the hallway.

*

When he turned around with the intention of entering his chambers and relaxing for the night, someone forcefully pressed his back against the door and pulled his face down in a heated kiss. 

It only took him a fraction of a second to wrap his arms around his wife and happily return the kiss, not wasting any time with deepening it by swiping her bottom lip with his tongue.  He felt her smile against his lips and she broke the kiss. 

“Eager, are we?”

“I do recall it was you who couldn’t resist me, ghivashel, you didn’t even let me come in properly,” Thorin chuckled, keeping his arms tightly wrapped around her while he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. 

In the meantime, her hands started traveling on their own, making their way over his broad shoulders and upper arms, before finally settling on his chest. His tunic was still damp from his earlier activities and left nothing to the imagination. Not that she needed to imagine it, she knew exactly what he was hiding underneath. What was hers…

Y/N smiled. “I can’t greet my husband after a day’s hard work?”

She reached up and caught his lips in another kiss. Thorin hummed softly.

“Aye,” he said, his hands lingering on her back, but he couldn’t resist slowly lowering them towards the delicious curve of her buttocks. He gave them a firm squeeze and pulled her flush against his body. 

Y/N could feel someone else greeting her.  “Well hello to you both,” she smirked. 

Even though she knew Thorin was that kind of dwarf who gets easily aroused - which was incredibly fun during meetings and official visits - he still caught her off guard with how fast his soldier could report for duty. 

“We’re at your service, little one,” he said, lowering his voice. 

Licking her lips in anticipation, Y/N grabbed the hem of his tunic and lifted it upwards.  Thorin raised his arms and helped her get the tunic off his body, carelessly tossing it aside. His breathing growing heavy already with the adrenaline still in his body from the earlier workout. 

His trousers and undergarments were next, she tugged at the laces and let the fabric pool around his ankles. 

She took a few steps back and took the time to admire the view before her.  His silver and black hair screaming at her to get her hands in, so she could tug it just the way he liked it. The dark hair dusted across his broad chest, trailing down towards his V line and circling around his member. The bruises her lips left the night before stood out on his skin, proof of her claim on him.  Thorin was absolutely stunning. A work of art.

“Like what you see?” he hummed, his voice still a deep rumble, hitting her right in her core. Mahal, bless that voice! 

“Always,” she whispered.

When she turned around and started walking away from him, Thorin grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

“You’re not going to leave me like this, are you,” he growled. 

He knew she was capable of it, she’d done it before. There was nothing his wife liked more than teasing him and leaving him hanging for a while. According to her it was fun, she liked getting him all riled up, but for Thorin it was absolute torture. He wasn’t used to not getting things when he wanted them. 

“Easy tiger, I was just going to draw you a bath.”

*

Thorin sighed deeply when he reclined in the tub, the warm water soothing his aching muscles. 

“Feels good?” Y/N smiled, getting a washcloth ready. 

He nodded and hummed softly, closing his eyes. His nose filled with the scent of the burning wood from the fire and lavender from the bathwater, and combined with the warm temperature of the water it made him finally relax.

She sat down behind the bathtub and took the bottle of oil for his hair. Y/N brought the opened bottle close to her face, smelling the herbal fragrance. She inhaled it deeply, loving the smell because it reminded her of Thorin. Her husband. Her King. 

“I’ll start with your hair.”

She poured a little oil on her hands and rubbed them together to spread it evenly.  Her fingers purposefully moved around his scalp, working in small circular motions. He moaned when she added just the right amount of pressure to massage the oil in his hair and again when she started delivering gentle strokes around his ears and neck.  With a cup she poured hot water over his hair to rinse it. Thorin kept his eyes closed when she was finished, his body completely relaxed and at peace.

Seeing how he turned into mush under her skilled hands, made washing Thorin’s hair something Y/N loved to do. It was not her favorite part… no, that part came up next. 

She leaned over and pressed a kiss below his ear, and took the washcloth from the side of the tub. Carefully pouring some oil on it, she kneaded the cloth until it was properly soaked, before she let it glide over his chest. 

A smile played around her lips when Thorin groaned as soon as she started massaging his muscles with the cloth, washing away the tension in them. 

Her hands let the washcloth glide over the muscles in his arms, shoulders and legs, adding enough pressure to work the knots out, leaving no skin untouched.

Except the part where he needed her touch the most. 

Every time she came close, Thorin bit his lip in anticipation but she always changed direction or directed her attention elsewhere. He grew more and more desperate, she noticed. So far so good.  

“What were you and Dwalin talking about?” she asked, curious about the subject of their conversation.  

Thorin opened his eyes, but couldn’t meet hers. 

“Ah… yes. Well, I may have taken off my tunic during our sparring session tonight.”

Oh. So Dwalin got curious, she thought.  She abandoned the washcloth, letting it float around the water.

“I bet he had some questions about these?”

Her finger started trailing the contours of the bruises. First in a faster circular motion, but as she got closer to his hips she slowed her pace down and adjusted the pressure to nothing more than a feather-light touch. 

Thorin closed his eyes again and let his head fall back against the sloping side of the tub. His breath came quicker and when her eyes wandered down his stomach, she was pleased to notice his member was back at full attention again. When she let her finger linger near the tip, she could hear him hold his breath in anticipation. 

“What did you tell him?”

But Thorin didn’t give her an answer, too focused on her movements and ministrations. She was so close, just a little more to the left...

But instead of doing what he wanted her to do - and she knew he was desperate for it, her teasing and lingering touches had made him wild with desire - she changed direction again and traced the inside of his thigh and pelvic bone, purposefully ignoring his hard on. 

“Tease!” he groaned, clutching the edge of the tub in frustration. 

Y/N raised an eyebrow in question. “A tease? Me?”

She stood up, clutching her chest like she was actually shocked by his accusation.

“I would never,” she smirked, and Thorin loved the way her eyes twinkled with mischief. “You’re the one who doesn’t want to tell me what you told Dwalin.”

“I merely gave him some advice based on our experiences, ghivashel. I believe master Dwalin will keep his flushed cheeks for the remainder of the week. Serves him right.”

Satisfied with his answer, she turned to grab a towel, dropping it on a nearby chair for him to use later. 

“I’ll leave you to it then.” 

Her eyes lingered on his pulsing cock for a few seconds before she winked at him. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much.”

Before she could leave him, he called out to her.

“The least you can do is give me another kiss.”

Y/N smiled and leaned down to peck his nose. 

“No, a kiss worthy of a king,” he groaned. 

But when she leaned further down to press her lips on his, she missed how his eyes held the same twinkle hers did a few moments ago…

Before she knew it, Thorin had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. Their movements made the water splash everywhere and Y/N shrieked when her dress got soaked with the bathwater. 

“Oakenshield,” she growled, pushing her off his chest with her hands and settling in his lap.

She enjoyed the lustful clouding of his eyes when she moved just the slightest, giving him the friction he longed for. 

“Always trying to get what you want,” she reprimanded him. 

“Can you blame me?”

His hands drifted admiringly over her body, following the curves of her bossom and hips. 

“Yes!”

He was taking over control and she had to stop it before she gave in. With some difficulty she managed to climb out of the tub and wrung the water out of the dress of her skirt, turning the bathroom floor in a small pond.  Seeing as Thorin made no move to get out of his bath or apologize, Y/N decided to take the teasing to a higher level. 

Keeping her back to her husband, she slowly unhooked the fastings of her dress and let it drop to the floor with a slap.  She heard the sharp intake of Thorin’s breath and the slosh of the water when he sat up. 

Oh, that’s right… Did she forget to mention she wasn’t wearing anything underneath? Oops…

He wasted no time in getting out of the bath, not even bothering to take a towel to dry himself. The only thing on his mind was to get to his wife as fast as possible. 

She whimpered when their bodies clashed together, the evidence of his arousal poking between her butt cheeks. His lips attacked her neck, and she was almost certain the firm grip of his fingers on her waist would leave bruises the next day. Not that she minded.   

He guided them into their bedroom, and when the back of her knees touched the bed frame, her mind cleared and she tutted at him. 

“Since when are you in charge, yâsûn?”

He cupped her breasts, softly kneading them and letting his thumbs flick over her nipples. He lowered his head to take one in his mouth, not stopping his caresses on the other one. 

Y/N sighed and let her head fall on her shoulder, her hand finding its way in his hair. His damned mouth...

“I don’t hear you complain,” he smirked.

She certainly didn’t complain when he slid one of his thick, calloused fingers between her folds, and Thorin moaned when he felt how slick she already was. 

“You’ve been enjoying your teasing,” he accused her. “All this for me?”

She grabbed his length and he hissed at the sudden contact. She stroked a few times to spread the precum, and when her thumb flicked the head it took all his strength not to come all over her hand right that minute. 

“I couldn’t stay behind with all this for me...” she smirked. 

With a growl he connected their lips again. His wife knew exactly which buttons to press and    he both loved and hated it. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed her thighs and squeezed them, urging her to jump up. Y/N did as asked - which surprised Thorin - and locked her ankles behind his back to keep her balance. 

Not bothering to clear the furs from the bed, he laid her down on top of them, her hair sprawled out on the pillows. 

She bit her lip when she noticed how his eyes had darkened even further, Thorin looked like he could devour her any minute. She didn’t realise how close to the truth she was. Maybe he needed another round of teasing...

Before she could follow through with her plan, Thorin took the lead.

He flipped her on her stomach, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto him, all in one fluent move. It was a position they only did once before but he had already claimed it as his favorite. 

Knowing what he wanted, she placed her knees on either side of his hips and let her back rest against his front. The hairs on his chest rubbed deliciously against her soft skin and she had a hard time staying still. The muscles in his thighs and stomach were rock hard, just like her toy in between.  Y/N’s hand went up his hair and tugged it harshly when her clit came in contact with his cock.

“Are you ready for me, little one?”

His voice got even lower if that was possible, the words wrapping around her like a silky smooth blanket. If he kept talking like that, it would be over for her before they even began. 

“Thorin, please,” she begged.

“I thought you liked teasing?” he chuckled. 

She grabbed his member, guiding it to her entrance and lowered herself down in an attempt to shut him up, a desperate moan falling from her lips when their hips connected. Thorin tightened his grip on her. She felt absolutely divine. 

“Only when I’m the one doing it,” she gasped, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out. 

One of his arms slid around her stomach and settled between her legs, circling her clit with his thumb when he began to thrust upwards. 

They soon found a steady rhythm, and Y/N could feel her orgasm building quickly. 

No, too soon, she thought and she slowed down the pace, slapping his hand away from her clit.

She leaned forward, keeping her body up with her hands on the furs. The new angle made her feel every inch of him and a loud moan escaped her throat. 

This is what she had been craving the entire day. 

She raised her hips until only his tip was inside of her and then lowered herself down, agonizingly slow. 

“You’re such a good girl for me. Mahal, keep going, do not stop!”

She loved it when he got vocal, and with each curse and praise he murmured, she felt herself getting closer to her release. 

Thorin noticed her change in breathing and pitch of her moans and sped up the pace. 

This was all feeling too good and with the help of his encouragements she came undone, clutching the furs until her knuckles turned white.

He cursed heavily when she clamped down on him, but did his best to help her ride out her high. He kissed her neck and stilled his movements to give her a break, only resuming them when she nodded that she was okay. 

As he began to thrust even harder and faster, Thorin gathered her hair in one hand to keep her in place, his other hand firmly on her waist while he chased his own release. His moans became increasingly louder, less controlled with each thrust and a curse escaped his lips.

“You feel too good, ghivashel, m’not going to last,” he hissed through clenched teeth. 

He came with a shout and a cutoff curse but kept thrusting in and out of her until he felt himself soften. When he finally pulled out, he covered her back in kisses.

Y/N laid down on the bed and opened her arms for him to cuddle. Both their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, and it took them a while to catch their breath. 

These were the moments when she felt the safest. In his arms, in the after bliss of their lovemaking, listening to the soft and even breathing of her husband. She kissed his head and trailed the muscles of his upper back with her finger, earning her a content sigh from Thorin. 

A chuckle escaped her throat and he looked up at her questioningly.

“Now you have something new to tell Dwalin,” she said with a wink. 

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[wrenreid]

Conflict of Interest

Chapter Fourteen: Away

The weekend fades into Monday morning too soon. After running two miles, you wipe the sweat off your forehead and make your way to the gym. There’s a mat on the ground which only means one thing: fight training. The group is divided into men and women. Then everyone is paired up with someone of similar build.

You stand in front of your partner and wait for further instructions. It’s just three rounds of fighting today. This is to prepare you for future physical brawls with unsubs when you get into the FBI. You’ve already learned some defense moves, but you haven’t put them to use on a person yet.

After training, you and the other academy goers head to the showers. Nina, you, and some of your other friends have breakfast.

“Oh my God, I’m starving,” Nina groans, biting down on her muffin ferociously.

The growling in your stomach grows louder as you sit down in front of your breakfast. “Me too. Kicking Mason’s ass gave me an appetite.”

“Oh shut up,” Chloe Mason, one of your friends and partner this morning laughs softly. You’d beaten her two out of three rounds.

You chuckle and begin practically scarfing down your food.

The rest of the week is pretty uneventful. Spencer’s away on a case in Illinois. A part of you misses seeing his pretty face in class or outside of it. This makes you feel a little stupid. Your relationship is purely platonic, or something, with the occasional lust-filled rendezvous. There’s no need for you to miss him.

‘Be safe and kick ass,’ you type up on the third day he’s gone, but decide not to send the message. The last thing you want is to seem overbearing. Texting isn’t really a thing the two of you do unless you’re planning to meet up. Why are you suddenly so in your head about you and Spencer? Not that there is a you and Spencer, you remind yourself.

Training and classes consume the rest of the days until Friday finally rolls around.

“You going to see miss fishnet ripper again this weekend?”

Nina’s words draw out a laugh from you. “Your nicknames for people are going downhill.”

“Shh. Well, are you?”

“Probably not. I mean, we haven’t set anything up. She hasn’t texted me this week.”

“Then text her. Be the bold person.”

“Eh I don’t think so, Nin.”

“And why not?” She folds her arms.

“Because what if I want to be lazy this weekend? Or she’s busy?”

“Both are possibilities,” they chuckle. “Well, I have a date tomorrow.”

“Really?”

“Yes ma’am,” Nina gloats. “She’s tall, sexy, and a great kisser.”

“You know her?”

“Yeah sorta. I mean we met through Layla at a bar a few weekends ago when you decided to be a loser and stay home. We made out for a bit half drunk before I came back here.”

“Well, that’s great, Nin,” you flash them a grin.

“I know right! I’ll finally get some action. It’s been a boring ass few months.”

You chuckle softly. “Yeah, felt that.” You’re lying, but she doesn’t know that.

You’re a little concerned Spencer still isn’t back home yet. It’s been five days. You decide to say “fuck it” and send him a text. If he thinks you’re needy and obsessive, then so be it.

“Hey, hope everything’s going well. Stay safe.”

Your thumb presses send then you shoot your attention back to your best friend. “I’m thinking dinner tonight. Feeling tacos.”

“I’m thinking you’re a genius and I’m so in,” she grins.

“Perfect, get your pretty ass ready.”

The two of you get ready to go out, stripping out of your lazy clothes and into something more acceptable to go out in.

“I would marry this fucking taco,” you say, wiping off the sauce from your face with a napkin. “Too bad it’s almost gone.”

Nina chuckles. “I forgot how good this place is.”

“DC has some bomb restaurants.”

You and your roommate continue eating dinner and share a margarita. After finishing up, you split the bill and head back to your dorm.

Once you’re back in bed, face freshly washed and pajamas on, you check your phone.

“Sorry for being MIA. Tough case. I’ll see you soon though! Hope you had a good week.”

A small grin tugs on your lips as you read his message. It’s not much, but the reassurance that he doesn’t think you messaging him was stupid makes you feel good. He’s not like the stupid and immature people of your past, you remind yourself.

“All good! Hope you get to come back and rest soon. Anticlimactic, but I did just tear up some tacos so 10/10.”

The rest of the night consists of bad tv and scrolling through instagram before you fall asleep.

chapter fifteen

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[godwrecks]

um.. can i req for kuroo just being so mean to his girlfriend with a huge size kink on top? i just love the idea of him deliberately being mean bcs he likes seeing his baby cry for him then immediately change to a loving bf after that 🙈

Mean Dom! Kuroo - Too Dumb

word count: 1.7k

tags: dacryphilia; heavy degradation; daddy kink; dom! kuroo; mean kuroo tbh; size kink; throat fucking; some aftercare (?).

Always in a world of incessant business and black suits, you should have guessed Kuroo would need release somewhere else. Yet out of all things he could enjoy, out of everything that could be his if he just wished it to be, you turned out to be the subject of his adoration. He absolutely worshipped you - showered you with gifts and praise so much so that you would never doubt yourself or his love for you. And considering the way his eyes shone with tenderness whenever you were around, you never did. Not usually, at least.

But right now, when he was so deep inside you yet his face branded utter boredom, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest. You had struggled against his almost suffocating embrace, writhing like a prey facing death, when he ripped your panties aside and aligned himself along your folds. There had been a few protests, yet his dark gaze was enough to silence you.

“Tetsu,” you cried out, clinging onto his shoulders for leverage when he finally directed his eyes towards you.

“You fucking done yet, princess? You’ve had me waiting here for a while now,” Kuroo grunted, lowering himself down to his elbows and pushing a hand down against your abdomen. He was well aware of how much bigger he was in comparison to you. “Been inside you so many times, baby, and you still need fucking time to adjust?” He chuckled cruelly, his mocks only making your walls tighten around him. It wasn’t your fault - you wailed it wasn’t. Taking his long, girthy cock now was no easier now than it was before. No matter how many times you did it, he always managed to stretch you out until he made you his, turning the disastrous burn into pure ecstacy. Each and every time.

“I- I’m okay now, ‘s just too big…” Your whisper was borderline inaudible as he began thrusting inside you, setting a merciless pace that knocked the air off your lungs every time he bottomed out.

“You sound like a dumb whore the way you’re talking. Daddy’s cock, is that what you meant?” To your terror, he sat up on his knees, lifting up your thighs against you to gain more speed. Your back arched with moans as he rammed into you harshly, forcing you to take his full length with every buckle of his hips. “Fucking answer me, are you that hopeless of a case?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s what I meant. Daddy’s-” Cut off by a scream, your sentence got lost in a sea of heavy breaths. The low growls he emitted by your ear, coupled with the twitching and swelling of his cock inside you was nauseating. Sickeningly perverted.

Wrapping a large hand around your throat, you gasped for air while Kuroo gazed down at you with a sinister smile, zeroing in on the tears welling up. The bruising force of his hips clashing against yours was enough for you to hold his wrist in a desperate plea, begging for a breath of air as he kept tightening his hold.

“T-testu!” The raw panic ringing in his ears instantly tore his hands away from your neck, but the lifted corners of his mouth were unmovable as he pulled out all the way, just to slowly sink in back to you.

Your back pathetically arched into his touch, clit rubbing just right against the smooth skin of his defined abdomen. The way he looked down at you as if you were nothing but a used toy he’d throw away soon had your hand pushing against his chest, attempting to slow the reckless grinding of his hips.

“What now?” His eyes were so cold, only letting the slightly feral tone underneath the ice flicker through.

“Slow down, please, it hurts.” Contradicting your plea, you let it out a shameful moan when his thumb began circling the swollen bud. Oh, it was so clear he enjoyed watching you unravel under him, as if you were a little porcelain doll - the favorite in his collection.

“Princess, I don’t think I ever stated you have a fucking say,” he rolled his eyes, and the carelessness with which he threw you around in the bed - bringing you up to your knees on the edge of the bed while he stood - left an unfamiliar distaste reverberating through your system.

With another hand gripping your shoulder to keep you in place, he pried your mouth open slowly, savoring the crimson of your lips. His digits sensually pushed against your tongue, to which you responded by swirling your tongue around them. The hand previously restraining you lowered down to his cock, where he began pumping his fist up and down. Precum quickly began pooling from his tip and without realizing, your tongue had surely stuck out, ready for him to use your mouth.

At least that’s what you thought, but the moment he fisted your hair and forced you down his length, you knew it would be too much. You tried to relax your mouth, but his cock twitching inside your mouth made you choke even more. You couldn’t breathe, you only ogled up at him with tears that threatened to fall at any moment, hoping maybe he’d have some mercy. “You said you'd take it so why are you struggling, huh? Do you not want to?” He finally let go of you, and as much as you tried to compensate for the air your lungs were begging for, it was hard to even relish in the emptiness again when he sounded so damn disappointed.

“No! It’s not that, daddy, I just can’t fit you inside my mouth, it hurts,” you uttered the words as your arms wrapped around his legs, bringing him closer until his length was raised taut against your cheek.

“So everything hurts now for you,” the laugh that echoed off was strange, condemning. His cringe at the sight made your heart tremble. “I’m taking the time to train your useless little throat and this is how you behave? You should be fucking thankful, or would you rather I use my secretary’s?” You tried to listen for any sign of hesitance or teasing in his tone, but it was cold steel you heard. Shaking your head swiftly, your bottom lip quivered as his tip set against your mouth once again.

“So then why, baby? Why are you acting like such a stupid slut, as if you haven’t learned anything?” Using your throat as nothing more than a cock sleeve, he thrusted into your mouth continuously, ignoring all signs of your struggle. “You’re too dumb to remember, is that it? Maybe it’s time I throw you away and find someone new to play with.” Those were the words you lost it at, when the tears began cascading down your cheeks. Even as you sobbed, even as the oxygen barely managed to reach your blood and dizzied you, you kept him inside your mouth. Wishing - clinging to the hope that you could satisfy him again like you used to. But just as your spotted vision started going black, you were suddenly pulled up into his embrace, his arms holding you tightly against him. No, not like the claustrophobic hold he had on you earlier, but with that warm strength you were always met with when you needed it.

“I got you, pretty girl. C’mon, look at me,” Kuroo’s words were once again dripping with honey, his index finger lifting up your chin so your teary eyes could lock with his. “So fucking pretty when you cry, you know that right? Know how much I love you?” His charming smile was like a lullaby, easily dissipating every concern you had.

“Keep crying for me, angel, yeah? Wanna see those pretty tears when I make you cum.” Those words were the last you registered before he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, easily slipping inside you with how much you had been dripping onto the sheets.

Though you hadn’t come before, every thrust was worse than the previous. You were so sensitive you could feel absolutely everything - every vein and pulsing of his cock, every place where you clamped down on him, every brush of your hardened nipples against his firm chest.

“Tetsu, it feels so good! Feels so good, I’m gonna cum,” you sobbed on his shoulder, bouncing on his lap each time he plunged into you.

“Go on, princess. Cum with me, make daddy proud.”

With a kiss to your dampened cheek, his rhythm increased enough to send you both into your high. For a moment, you felt awfully aware of your surroundings, your heavy pants and the lewd sound of naked skin slapping against another. It was like the calm before a storm, right when your orgasm rushed in and cascaded over you, milking every last drop of the creamy liquid from Kuroo without even noticing.

You still trembled weakly from the pleasure when you felt Kuroo’s fingers draw circles on your stomach. It was then, when you looked down, that you discovered you were trying to keep in every bit of his seed inside you, unwilling to let any pour outside.

“Look at that bulge, too full with my cum, huh? You always do so fucking good for me,” Kuroo grunted with a smirk, the sweat on his forehead glistening with every labored breath.

“I love you,” you looked at him with furrowed brows and a pout, still unable to shake away the words from before.

He smiled briefly, wiping away the tears before cupping your cheeks and bringing you closer. “I love you so fucking much. Never forget that, okay? No matter what I say when I’m like that, you’re the only one for me. Only girl I wanna spend my life with, and only girl I want to absolutely fucking ruin every night.” His lips ghosted above yours with the whisper, merely brushing against yours with every spoken word. “Got that?” A brow lifted up with the question, seeking for the confirmation he needed to hear.

“Got that,” you smiled, taking the reins and lunging forward for a kiss.

my dumbass literally forgot abt the size kink?? i’m so sorry, i tried to go back & include it but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. thank u for the request!

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[liyuesbian]

✧ pygmalion!au [ningguang]

notes: btw idk how commissions from museums work i just made the process up LMAO and this one's kinda angsty? i mean, it is the pygmalion greek myth so iykyk. also, i describe this figurine of ningguang here but w/o the colour... i've linked it in case any1 needs the reference. (btw, this is not set in ancient greece specifically)

only yesterday had you been commissioned by an art gallery in the capital to create a piece for their up-and-coming collection titled desire, love and identity. yet here you are, slaving away to make the perfect image you had in your head come into fruition. your vision is exquisite once sketched on paper—you can't find any faults in it so you take the risk.

as soon as your chisel meets the marble, a feeling so invigorating dominates your body. no further references are necessary as you place your trust entirely on your hands, coarse from the labour. you find such mindless toil addicting and you work day and night, only stopping for a half-baked meal and the odd collapse into bed.

for months, love streams out of the tips of your fingers and through your sculpting tools to arrive at the stone figure. you sincerely hope the intimate emotion has been reached.

when you finish, you wipe the bead of sweat running down your forehead, rest the other palm on your hip and take slow steps backwards all while maintaining eye contact with the statue. a wave of sweet relief hits you and you fall to the floor, uncontrollably sobbing into tired hands that still grip the hammer and chisel.

it's beautiful.

you stagger, struggling to get up with your bruised knees while clumsily wiping the tears off your stained cheeks. setting the instruments aside, you lift your head to admire your handiwork up close. a woman made of stone sits elegantly atop an oriental chair, crossing her smooth, white legs over each other. her left elbow is propped on the arm of the chair while on the other side, a long smoking pipe is balanced between gloved fingers. around her lies an assortment of objects: a vase containing scrolls, a floor lamp, and a charmingly decorated folding screen.

you see, you had already thought it all out. you'd imagined ningguang's preferences for a life of luxury, her affinity for constructing and sprucing up interiors. she would be a master of the trades and a woman who likes to keep an air of mystery around her. and like how you increasingly project her to be more of a person than she ever will be, there is a creeping concern in the corner of your mind that you will lose your rationality just as quickly.

the sculpture's body is clad in a qipao with a slit that reveals alabaster skin below the waist. the dress—embellished with patterns and neat linings—hugs her figure and shows off a lean build. the extensive train and sleeves of the fabric are shaped curvaceously to mirror the flow of a waterfall. and her face. the section you strived so hard to refine. she stares at you with an imperious expression and a hint of a smirk. her gaze, so piercing, makes you avert your eyes in shyness but you find yourself gravitating back to her profile.

you muster up the courage to draw closer to your creation and unconsciously stroke her cheek with your thumb, captivated. if she were an empress, you'd be a common peasant—undeserving of setting your sights on such a goddess. you can feel your soul being sucked into eyes devoid of emotion—of anything, actually. after all, the woman sitting before you is not a person but an inanimate object.

the weeks following the completion of ningguang—which is the name you've picked up the habit of calling her—are spent in said lady's company. every minute of every day, you surround yourself with her presence as if she is your closest friend. you eat with her, tell her your troubles, even going so far as to decorate her with various types of jewellery and bringing her gifts you think she'd like.

"thank you," you whisper. "for always listening to me." in truth, you're always so immersed in your work that you forgot what conversations could feel like. though, you fear your art would never be on par with something so transcendent ever again.

you become curious, wondering what she would be like if the nymph in front of you were not just a figment of your imagination.

you perch yourself on top of ningguang's stone-cold lap and trace the contours of her visage. you inspect each crease on her lips and the minuscule crinkles in her eyes, applauding yourself for the well-crafted details. you don't know what possesses you but you close your eyes and press your lips against hers, hoping that once you open them, a living being would erupt from underneath the marble. but, of course, as soon as the light hits your retinas, ningguang is as unmoving as ever.

realising what you've just done, you drop off of her thighs and laugh anxiously. however, you could've sworn that you had felt warmth in the lips of your beloved muse.

"i've finally gone mad!" you cry aloud.

hell, you say to yourself, is it even possible to fall in love with such an... an artefact? you dismiss your glaringly obvious infatuation.

"nonsense," you mutter under your breath, sensing your heart breaking slightly. how can something so painfully humanlike also not be human at the same time? you must've caused a tremendous atrocity in your past life to have made the gods harbour a grudge against you. of all things, you'd never have guessed that a lifeless piece of art would be the object of your desire.

you can't bear to look at the handcrafted lady any longer and with an anguished face, cover her with a large cotton cloth. the plan was to wait until you could hand the statue over to the curators and try to ignore its existence until then.

for a few days, you act according to the plan, going about your daily routine but eventually, your stoic demeanour crumbles. you lock yourself in your room refusing to eat or believe that your affection would never be returned.

during the hours of sunlight, you weep under your sheets, drowning in self-inflicted sorrow. and at night, you do the same, lamenting over the loss of what could've been your true love. she would've been so perfect in your eyes, your other half, and the only one who could calm this growing turmoil!

the reality pains you. hence, you do the only thing you can do: you pray. you pray to the gods for a miracle, that the light of your life would stride into your room and pull you from the depths of despair... but she never does.

your last day "cohabitating" with the sculpture has arrived and for the first time in—what felt like—an eternity, you open the doors to your workshop. taking a deep breath, you unveil the stationary maiden.

it's still as beautiful as you remember.

you give it a sad smile, wanting to get its departure over and done with. you manoeuvre about the room to prepare the things for the movers who're due to come in a couple of hours. while you go down your little list of errands to be done, you cough and bat away the smoke—wait, the smoke? frantic, you spin around, eyes darting everywhere in search of its origin until they land on the smoking pipe you so intricately moulded for the commissioned piece.

it's strange, you don't recall colouring the statue. and how on earth is smoke coming out of the pipe? suspicious, you approach the motionless entity and almost stumble when you spot its chest rising.

oh lord! — i really must be descending into madness! you clutch your head, clawing at your hair in hysteria.

"stop, please don't hurt yourself." the sound of a low, worried voice penetrates your ears. you shut your eyes tight.

"no, the gods have cursed me! i mustn't listen to your poisonous words!" you exclaim. your state of agitation is alleviated when the woman caresses your tensed arm.

"what has happened to you? i haven't seen you lately either." the tone is more soft and more tender than you had imagined. you release your grip.

"is it really you, ningguang?" your voice cracks at the end, and the woman you sought after witnesses your features twist into an expression of longing and hope.

"yes, my darling. i dare not go anywhere else."

helplessly, you rush to cup her face to check for heat, for the blood traversing under her skin—anything that would prove that your sweetheart is truly alive and breathing. and when you do get the confirmation, you beam, trying to withhold tears born from elation.

you bend down to kiss ningguang, who is still seated on the chair, once, twice, and three times to rid your scepticism. oh, deities! she's real.

"i love you," you declare.

"i know." you watch as the same creases you'd etched on the corners of her eyes spread into a loving half-moon shape and you kiss her again.

you reach a conclusion: you couldn't give away your lover—let alone a live person—to be displayed as part of a museum exhibition so when the workers arrive, you hide your muse away in another room. you apologise profusely and spin a lie, rambling on about how you had nothing to relinquish for the piece you had prepared had been oh-so-viciously stolen by a mob of trespassers!

the movers share with you their sympathies and ask what the work of art looks like and maybe they could sort something out with the authorities. nodding, you recount���so ardently—the details of your divine maiden. you feel heat rush to your face, chuckling when you realise that you'd run your mouth for too long.

in response to this, the two labourers exchange dubious looks as they peer at the static sculpture standing in the middle of the studio—its appearance unmistakably matching your elaborate description.

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[wlwloverwrites]

Sugar

Pairing: Margot Robbie x Reader

Warnings: fluff, making out, light food play, fingering, smut (18+)

Summary: Candy necklaces are meant to be eaten.

Inspired by her insta post

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“You look good enough to eat, Sugar.” You wink, pointing at the candy necklace she was wearing.

“Oh stop it,” Margot shushes you, her pale face suddenly red with embarrassment. She tries to hide the color in her cheeks by hiding behind her blonde hair. Almost immediately you push the loose strands of hair behind her ear, staring into her piercing blue eyes.

A small smile appears on your face as the both of you continue to stare at each other. Comfortable silence surrounds you, the warm sun feels delightful against your exposed skin, the green scenery behind you gave you a sense of relief.

“I love you,” you confess with a smile, your heart was beating out of your chest. You had the most beautiful woman standing in front of you with the prettiest smile on her face. Blonde strands of hair complimenting her skin beautifully, the lighter hairs were almost golden. 

“You better.” She states with a laugh.

You gasp furrowing your eyebrows, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m your fiancé.”

“Oh that’s right. Sorry I forgot.” You let out an ‘ow’ when Margot pinches your arm as pay back for your little comment.

“So...” She drags out her words, causally showing off the natural uncut diamond rock resting on her ring finger before continuing. “You better love me, other wise that’ll be a big problem.”

“Ah, I see. Good thing my feelings are still the same as of two seconds ago and the moment I laid eyes on you.” You nod with a very concentrated thinking face, playing along to her little joke.

“The feeling is mutual, babe.”

“Oh thank fuck, I was sweaty thinking you got bored.” You let out a sigh of relief, playful wiping the ‘sweat’ off your forehead.

Your words cause the woman in front of you to let a loud laugh. The sound makes your heart swell with happiness. A warm feeling in your chest erupts into a hot flame.

Margot’s fingers find themselves playing with the new ring you gave her. She remembers the day you had given it to her, presenting your whole self to her, tears in your eyes as you poured your heart and soul to. Explain how much you loved and couldn’t live without her, wanted to spend the rest of your life with her.

She remembers the way her heart was beating so hard she thought she’d have to sit down and give herself some time. She couldn’t describe the feeling that ran through her bones when you kneeled in front of her and asked if she wanted to marry you. She also remembers smiling and screaming yes over and over again.

“Such sweet lips,” you praise, eyes glued to her pink, full lips that were begging to be kissed. Determined to kiss them until yours hurt you brush your nose against hers before tilting her head to the perfect angle. Your thumb brushes her bottom lip softly, watching as her lips curl up into another smile.

Leaning in to press your lips against hers, but Margot is quick to dodge your kiss. Looking like a fool with your lips puckered up and eyes closed, waiting for your lips to meet. Puckered lips turn into a frown, questioning your fiancé.

“Why?”

“Just let me- let me take a picture.” She throws her head back with a booming laugh when she sees your reaction, your lips are pressed into a straight line, bored eyes are pointed at her.

“You have ten seconds.” You demand playfully, you hands rested on her denim covered hips. Your fingers are hooked on her belt loops as you pull her body towards you, so it’s flushed against yours.

“Ten.”

Margot scrambles to type her password in, unlocking her phone. A large smile finds its way to her face as she swipes on her phone, searching for her camera app.

“Nine.”

“N-no! Wait-” she giggles, her accent has only gotten thicker during your shared quarantine. “I can’t find-”

“Eight.”

“I still can’t find my camera app!”

“Seven.”

“Got it!” You watch with a smile as your soon-to-be wife raises her phone, sending the camera a bright smile. Her thumb hovering over the small circle.

“Six.”

Snap!

Margot took a single look at the picture, her heart racing with each number you say aloud. Quickly she opens instagram, clicking the new photo. Almost ready to post and show almost 4 million people who aimlessly scroll through their feed.

“Three.”

“Ahhh! Where’s the candy emoji?!” She exclaims. You laugh at her silly attempt to find the emoji you have no idea even existed. Sensing she found what she was looking for, you count louder.

“Two!”

Her thumb hovers over the blue colored post. One click away.

“On-“ Her lips are pressed against yours, moaning softly into her mouth. Your hands squeeze her hips as your glide your tongue along her bottom lip. Margot is quick to fall under your spell, submitting to your kiss. Smirking when you can hear her whine in protest when you pull away.

“Why’d you stop?” Her swollen lips pout in annoyance, but she knew very little of the wild thoughts that ran through your head when her bottom lip stuck out.

Ignoring her question, your hands bunch up the front part of her sundress, raising it just enough to rest your hand on her thigh. Fingertips itch to sliding her underwear to the side and have her fall apart, but you hold out a little longer.

“Just want some sugar.”

She wants to question you again but falls silent when you dipped your head down to her neck. Your lips hover over her skin, the sweet smell of the hard candy resting on her neck invading your nose. Licking a wet stripe on her neck, the sugary candy grazes the tip of your tongue.

Raising your hand between her, expected to meet the soft feeling of her usual cotton panties, but no Margot felt frisky today.

“No panties?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

“Too hot.”

Chuckling at her quick response, obviously she’s getting impatient. Greedy woman she is. Your fingers are automatically soaked with her slick, soft whines are pulled from her lips as you continue to glide your fingers through her wet folds.

She shivers when she felt your teeth lightly nibble on her neck, each bite leads closer to the candy. Margot is breathing heavily now, shaking fingers play with the end of your blouse. Your teasing mouth final gets it’s hold on one of the many candies. You’re careful not to bite her pale skin. Chewing profoundly on the hard candy, drawing your attention to her pussy.

Dipping your soaked finger down to her entrance. Her knees visibly buckle when your thumb circles her clit. Maybe if you strained your ears hard enough you could hear out the soft ‘please’ Margot barely managed to let out.

As if you didn’t have enough access to her pretty neck before, she tilts her head back with a moan. Two knuckles deep in her pussy, the sundress is doing it’s best to hide your pulled out motions. Soft black material fall above your flexing wrist. Pulling away just as she got close to her orgasms, bring your fingers to your lips and lick them clean.

“So sweet.”

Shamelessly you chew on the hard candy with your glistening fingers pressed to your lips. Smirking at her glazed expression, her lips are parted as little gasps of air go in and out.

“Want some, Sugar?”

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[sickybubbies]

A/n: Y'all I realised there's really not enough pregnant Jungkook on here with Jikook ofc I'm a sucker for them lately. Anyway, sorry for the crappy ending, enjoy!

TW: Emeto, Mpreg

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"You alright babe?" Jimin rasps, leaning up so he was perching on his elbow as he squints his eyes where he could make out a faint figure of Jungkook half climbing; hauling himself onto the bed under the early greys of the morning. 

"Mhmm," Jungkook hums quietly for a response, grimacing at the acid like texture in his throat that he was left with after throwing up. It was raw and strained, and Jungkook didn't like it one bit. He huffs and slips a hand under his shirt to hold on to his pudgy stomach, for two reasons. It was pushing past the waistline of his sweats from how bloated he was, after expelling the contents of his stomach routinely which tires him out endlessly and he wants to rip his insides out. 

But Jungkook decides to be forgiving, because he's a few weeks into carrying the beautiful baby that he and Jimin had always dreamed about having. The pair had spent days and nights, with Jimin's head on Jungkook's torso as they both squabbled about how they'd raise their child way back in the boyfriend phase. (“One baby with your short genes, one with my tall genes and my good looks, how's that sound?" "Yah!") Jungkook reminds himself that it was all gonna be worth it in the end, it's always worth it. He imagines just how bright Jimin's eyes were to get once their baby was here, if it wasn't bright enough when Jungkook told him the news of his pregnancy; he fears he'd metaphorically go blind from his joy. 

"I've just been sick." He murmurs, leaning back onto the headboard. Jungkook slouches, the energy sucked out of his bones as he shuts his eyes to hopefully regroup himself.

Jimin hums in acknowledgement, more awake now that he was aware of his husband's strife and leans over to press a generous kiss to his forehead. He wasn't going to let the younger deal with it alone, though the ones he accidentally sleeps through he's always up and at his service when needed and to smother him in love for afterwards. 

"I thought you were gonna. I could hear your tummy all night going squelch squelch" He mumbles playfully, hoping it would lighten the dreadful atmosphere. Jimin places a hand on Jungkook's stomach and begins to rub circles into it, hoping it would ease him some.

 The latter's abs had begun to disappear and his stomach was slightly dome shaped from the swell he had, his skin was softer and squishier the closer he gets to the second trimester and Jimin couldn't keep his hands off of Jungkook. In his defense, his husband looked adorable pregnant, he adored the sight so much and loved the tiny being to bits already. 

"Shut up Chim, listening to you is making me wanna vomit again" Jungkook groans, shifting on the mattress so he could get comfortable and pressing a fist to his lips as he feels his stomach fizzle up and an airy burp escape from his lips. 

Jimin pouts, he begins carding through Jungkook's soft purple hair. "Still feel bad? Aren't you supposed to feel better after bringing everything up?" He questions, his heart clenching as he watches Jungkook's face begin to pale and paint a tinge of green. 

Jungkook shrugs. "Dunno about that hyung, I don't feel better at all. I feel queasy" He admits, he'd learnt to vocalize to the older about how he felt; if he doesn't it's gonna end up with another one of Jimin's shirts in the wash, trust he's been there and learnt his lesson. 

"My baby…" Jimin coos softly, propping up next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He keeps his fingers in Jungkook's hair, looking down at him and kissing the crown of his head as he slowly scratches his scalp. He holds the younger tighter when he stiffens and moans, his brows furrowing from the pain and havoc the nausea was causing in Jungkook's stomach from how he nuzzles his nose into Jimin's chest. "It's one of those days huh? Crackers and water, maybe some ginger ale if we feel less stubborn. How long does lil' bean plan to keep you sick for anyways?" 

"That feels nice..." Jungkook mumbles out, relaxing a little. Jimin's soft yet aimless conversations helped keep him distracted, and so were his gentle touches they did a great job in lulling him to sleep. 

Speaking of which, Jungkook is just about to drift into dreamland in the comfort of Jimin's arms when his stomach churns again. He feels a splash of bitter bile in the back of his throat, almost like the residue of sick that was still sitting at his throat from earlier. He almost sits upright, clenching his throat and covering his mouth as he belches. It catches Jimin's attention. 

"Jungkookie, Jungkookie" Jimin says in a haste, cursing under his breath as he looks around for anything Jungkook to spew in without jostling his stomach too much. His eyes drawing back to the younger one in worry when he next hears a wet gag which meant he couldn't hold on any longer now that his hand was leaving his mouth. 

Jimin looks around and finds the glass bowl he had on his side table which Jungkook had brought him months back, he sighs in relief. It was stashed with a bunch of sweets and random bits that he's quickly dumping out. He snags it up and under Jungkook's chin, straightening up with him and clicking his tongue when Jungkook whines and protests. 

"It's okay, Jungkookie it's okay, do it here. In here babe, I'll clean it don't worry. It's just a bowl" He assures softly, lowering it slightly so it wasn't right in his face as he slowly massages the back of his neck. 

Jungkook whimpers, feeling his stomach slosh and his muscles tense as he wraps an arm around his middle. He barely registers Jimin turning the lamp on before he's disgorging a stream of vomit into the bowl. 

He pants and grunts, jolting with a hiccup. His breath gets caught in his throat and he gags, coughing and spluttering before more chunky liquid is brought up which splashes into the bowl. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, just the fact that it looked so much like his dinner still sent his stomach into another wheel. 

"That's it, let it out Kookie, my sweet boy." Jimin hums, digging under the sick man's shirt and rubbing up and down his arched back. He grimaces when Jungkook retches again, throwing up even more which makes his heart ache.

"You're doing well bun, I'm so proud of you. Keep going until you feel like you've finished" He encourages, kissing his shoulder and pulling him closer before pausing when Jungkook sobs. 

"H-hyung…" Jungkook chokes out, hiccuping as fat tears roll down his rosy and embarrassed cheeks. Usually, he's never one to cry so easily but pregnancy hormones had him spiralling into a pouty and emotional wreckage in a flash. Something was gnawing at him. 

"Jungkookie" Jimin whispers so he didn't startle him, stroking his hair back as he listened. 

"W-why this bowl… I got you it f-for our anniversary!" Jungkook cries out making Jimin flinch, his mouth wide in realisation now that Jungkook's refusal to puke earlier was because he didn't want to do it in such a meaningful, meaningful bowl. He forgot Jungkook was so peculiar about the little things. 

"Y-you could've gotten-" Jungkook hiccups. "A-another bowl o-or the trashcan. I w-worked so hard to get you this. Do you know how much it cost me on our holiday? N-now I've been sick in it i-it's all ruined I fucking h-hate you" He rambles, in the spur of his overriding emotions he misses Jimin's amused expression.

"Cute" He murmurs under his breath with a quiet chuckle, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I'll clean it up, squeaky clean and good as new. You won't even remember that you've been sick in it. I'm serious!" Jimin's voice raises a pitch as Jungkook looks at him unconvinced, his doe eyes still holding tears.

"Gimmie a kiss" He giggles, crawling forward while moving the bowl away as Jungkook groans loudly and scrunches his nose and tilts his head back. "A-ah ew no I've literally- Jimin I just puke-" He stammers, pursing his lips as Jimin eventually steals a kiss from him.

His tears were dry now, the fit subsided and it was only laughter and giggles together even if Jungkook's morning was off to a rough start Jimin always made it better. 

#bts emeto #bts sickfic #bts mpreg #pregnant!jungkook #caring!jimin #sick!jungkook #tw mpreg #tw emeto #if you don't like it avoid pls

[mycouchpullsoutbutidont]

Need to write all this down because I just stared into space for a solid 30 min just dreaming about this scenario / potential fanart comic that I could draw of Ben x Devi (I’ve been obsessing over them for the past couple of days and it’s probably due to me not having good dick since god knows forever)

(Draft)

So the comic will start off with Devi being sort of upset and horny, reminiscing about her interaction with Paxton - maybe a really hot makeout sesh and they’re about to have sex - except last minute, Devi gets cold feet and it’s sexually frustrating for Paxton. So Devi is hella embarrassed and mad at herself for pulling back. She tries to initiate again, but Paxton is just like, “forget it, you’re not ready,” and Devi is like “no, I want it.” And Paxton pauses, looks at her, and shakes his head like “no, you’re not. It’s okay. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something you’re not ready for.” Which Devi feels insulted by and is terribly sorry. Paxton just smiles and kisses her on the forehead and is like, “I think I should drop you off. It’s getting late.”

End daydream. Devi reels in secondhand embarrassment and is mad at herself for stopping. She vows not to do that again and, of course, in typical Devi fashion, she thinks to herself, “well, if we end up having sex the next time we makeout, I better do my due diligence and research into how to properly have sex.”

And what other way to learn about something than to study up on it?

She begins thinking about how she could do her research. She’s studied anatomy before and knows the basics - the testicles, the glans, urethra, sperm, prostate, yadda yadda. And she’s taken health class and sexual education on how to put on condoms (on bananas- nonetheless - San Fernando valley had pretty liberal sex ed).

But she’s never seen what sex looked like. Never heard it. Never smelled it. Never experienced it from afar or visually.

That’s when she thought of it - porn.

She goes to her room, opens up her laptop, and googles “porn.” Search results pop up, and she catches glimpse of some of the keywords.

“Perky oiled brunette shoves two cocks in both holes”

“Slut sucks slobbers on big veiny dick”

“Curvy sexy ebony rides and squirts before getting facial”

The ache in her groin gnawed even more and—did she just twitch down there? With her blood rushing to her cheeks and between her legs with each horny, perverted word that her eyes came across, her fingers tremble and her body - her breasts - feels like it’s tingling, aching and needing to be roughly handled.

Nervous and horny, she clicks on the first one: porn hub.

She enters a site of orange and black - a pop up window asks if she’s 18 or older. She hesitates, feeling dirty and corrupt. She clicks on enter.

Squares of images lined in a grid populate, organized by category. She skims the words - “Anal”, “BBW,”“Cumshot,” “Compilations”—the list went on and on.

One of the categories catches her eye: “Desi.”

It was both laughable and eye-opening to see that category. A category just for Indian women? She was both amazed and flattered, and for just a brief moment, she wondered if her ancestors could see her.

Her father, she thinks.

Oh god, why is she thinking of him all of a sudden.

Ashamed, she shakes her head, exits out of the window, and closes her laptop. A cool chill runs down her spine, calming her excitement, chilling the pulsating heat that had pooled between her legs. She’s embarrassed for thinking of her dead father and for even thinking of looking up porn. She’s ashamed and pushes her laptop away, now doubly frustrated at herself and for still being sexually pent up. She gets up to grab water in the kitchen, hoping the ice cold water will help temper her aching need.

The doorbell rings.

Devi’s ears perk, and she furrows her brows. Who could this be, she thinks, as she ran down the stairs, walking to the door to peep through the hole.

She gasps, “oh crap.”

It’s Ben!

“Shoot, I forgot!”

Ben was supposed to come over to work on a history project with her - and have dinner, she remembers, since she told her mom and her mom insisted.

“Ah, yes Ben! I remember that boy with the massive pimple on his face who cried in my office!” Devi smirks at Nalini’s comment but then remembers, dammit, why did her mom also want him for dinner?

She opens the door, deepens her frown, a blush creeping on her face as she locks her brown eyes with light blue ones.

“Sup, loser,” Ben says, and Devi almost loses her blush except he smirks, a twinkle in his eye, and a slightly lifted brow. Devi’s eyes trail down over his shirt which clings to his pecs and biceps, and she feels the blush coming back.

And then she notices his strong arms and hair and veins—

“Fuck you,” she says, rolling her eyes, quickly turning her back against him so he doesn’t see her blush harder.

Jeez, what’s wrong with her today? Devi thought (as well as Ben). Why was she so god damn horny?

“What’s your problem, David?” Ben asks. He looks around Devi’s living room. “Where’s your mom?”

Devi shrugs. “Probably at work with her coworkers. Mom’s trying to bring more fun and benefits to motivate them, she claims.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Ben is a little relieved since Devi’s mom was a tough one to please. But, he knew that Nalini had a soft spot for him. (Or, at least he had a 95% confidence level in that thought).

“Actually, kanna, I’m just finish up cooking dinner here with Kamala,” Nalini chimed.

Ben and Devi snapped their heads towards the direction of the kitchen where Nalini and Kamala were cleaning up.

“And if you had helped me like you should have done, you’d know that I was busy cooking up aloo gobi dosas before leaving for my work event later tonight.”

Ben sniffed deeply, the aroma of ghee and asafetida and cumin wafting in the air. How did Devi not notice her mom was cooking with the delicious smells dancing in her home?

“S-sorry mom, I forgot. I just have been feeling a bit out of it today,” Devi replies sheepishly. “Kind of feel hot.” Which was true. Something was terribly wrong with her today for some reason. It felt like there was this growing ache down in her groin that needed to be filled, and with each step she took, every friction against her clit would send shivers of pleasure all over her body.

Before Ben could react, Nalini immediately runs to Devi’s side and places the back of her hand on Devi’s forehead.

“Hm,” Nalini scrunches her brows. “I don’t feel a fever, but you do have a slight blush. Devi, if you’re feeling sick, please don’t get us all sick and go to your room. You should’ve told us and Ben earl—“

“I’m not sick!” Devi blurts, shaking her head. Nalini is taken aback.

“I- I guess,” Devi lowers her voice, trying to come up with an excuse for why she was dickstracted—er, distracted.

“I feel burnt out from studying for AP physics and AP calculus this week,” Devi lies.

“Amateur,” Ben scoffs, smirking. He looks at Devi who snaps to look, looking both mad and flustered, her cheeks tinted slightly redder than normal. It was enough to wipe the smirk off his face. Was she okay?

“I’m not letting you show me up, you jerk!”

Yeah, she was okay, he thought.

“Devi!” Nalini’s jaw fell and she looked like she was about to chew Devi’s face off which terrified Ben.

“N-no, sorry Ms Vishwakumar, that was totally my fault and uncalled for,” Ben cuts in. He looks at Devi who still looks mad at him (but less so, maybe a bit of relief).

“Would it be all right if we study first and then eat dinner?” Ben asks, not sure whether to direct the question to Nalini or Devi first.

“Dinner will get cold,” Nalini warns. “But, I must leave now, so you two can do what you will and whatever regarding dinner.” As she runs towards the door and grabs the keys, Nalini whips her head back and stares daggers at Devi.

“Devi, behave please,” she says through gritted teeth before shutting the door.

Devi sighs in relief and turns to Ben.

“So,” she says, heading towards the stairs. “Let’s get moving. We don’t have much time before dinner gets cold and it’s bedtime.”

Ben nods, walking behind under her. He looks up - damn she has a nice ass - curvy and round. He notices she is wearing a pretty short skirt, and—was that…

Ben blinks twice in disbelief, looking away before looking again. It was no doubt what it was—sticky wet lubricant-like liquid. Running down her inner thigh. Or maybe that’s sweat, he told himself.

Ben blushes. Wow, he felt like such a pervert for staring up her skirt. That and they were going up to her room. To study. Yeah.

(But damn her butt, her curves)

As they enter her room, Ben immediately plops down on the floor, opens his bag quickly, pulls out his AP European history book and notebook, and opening them and flipping through pages (nervously?) and quietly.

“Dude, you’ve been eerily silent this entire time,” Devi torts, and she can’t blame him, can’t blame how nerve wracking it was to have your chiseled (wait shut up Devi) arch nemesis in her room - supposedly a safe haven - to study. Come to think of it, why did she let him in her room? She began to regret her decision, especially when she realized that her nervousness was also turning into heated excitement, her breasts were tingling with desire and even her clit—

“You said you wanted to hurry, so here I am, focused, David,” Ben snaps. He ignores the fact that she’s not wearing a bra and that her tank top isn’t enough to hide her hardened nipples.

(Her cleavage looked so inviting, he dare not stare too long at her tits)

“Actually, for once, you didn’t use your brain and suggest we work downstairs and eat dinner simultaneously instead,” Devi retorted. “Let me just grab my laptop and we can go back downstairs to study and eat dinner at the same time.”

“Don’t put the blame on me for your lack of brain usage,” Ben snapped back, rolling his eyes.

Devi throws a stuffed animal at his head, and he barely dodges it.

“Asshole,” she mutters as she gets on her knees and reaches over her mattress and duvet, grabbing her Macbook.

That’s when Ben saw her soaking wet panties.

Heat rushed from his head to his other head, his cock jumping.

Holy fuck, he thought, is she doing this on purpose? Why did she have to put her ass up like that? Was this intentional? This was a little too cliche, he thought, and porn-like. Girl wearing no bra and apparently soaking wet invites horny boy over to her room and puts her ass in the air while in bed?

“Uh, yeah, yep, sure, that’s probably a better idea,” Ben stammers, trying to ignore his growing boner and grabbing his books. “Lemme just stuff—“

(Those boobs)

“—these boo….ooks. Books. In my bag.” He pushes the last book in his backpack and zips it up.

Oh dear god, did she notice his almost Freudian slip?

He glances over at her, and she’s got a raised brow. “Uh, okay, weirdo, did you just almost say boobs?” Devi says.

“What, no?” Ben says. “You weird pervert.”

“Don’t lie! I saw you staring at my boobs! You’re the pervert!”

“What kind of crap are you projecting onto me for? I’m innocent!”

“You’re like the least innocent person I know!”

“That’s definitely not true,” Ben scoffs. “And even if it was, it’s better than being an Unfuckable Nerd.”

That did it. That was the straw on the camel’s back. Devi was enraged, insulted, and sexually frustrated. Ben had dug into a deep insecurity of hers, a wound that she desperately wanted to heal and prove herself out of. For all her life, she had never felt desirable, never had a boy flirt with her or ask her out or even given her attention. When Ben first called her an “Unfuckable Nerd,” she didn’t show how painful the sting of his insult was to her lonely heart. She did not want to be the forever nerdy virgin who was seen as sexually undesirable and —god forbid—ugly.

(Was that why Paxton pushed her away, she thought briefly?)

“Shut up!” she yells before chucking her laptop at him. She misses by a meter (thank god her eye hand coordination was god awful), but she’s not sure if she was even intending on hitting him with the laptop. Still, the moment the laptop flew out of her hands and onto her carpeted floor (with a nice thud), Ben knew he had made a huge mistake. And so did Devi (though she dare not be the first one to admit that she was wrong).

Except she was really wrong this time.

“Devi!” Ben exclaimed. “I’m—“

“Oh fuck Ben, I’m—“

“So sorry.”

Both Ben and Devi apologized simultaneously, with heavy regret and a tint of fear in their voices.

“N-no, I crossed the line, Devi,” Ben said. “It’s really…misogynistic and objectifying of me to call you Unfuckable.”

Because you’re quite the opposite, he thought.

Devi acknowledged internally the apology, but it still stung painfully in her heart. She wanted to let him know that it still hurt.

(Especially hearing that term from him).

Still, she knew she was also incredibly at fault for almost injurying Ben.

“I’m also sorry, I really…really should’ve not thrown my laptop at you. I could’ve injured you really badly.” Devi dropped down to her knees, getting down to Ben’s level since he was still on the floor, a bit shaken by her throwing her laptop at him.

“I guess I deserved it,” he said. He looked over at the laptop on the ground.

“But if you did break it, don’t expect me to pay for a new one,” he said with a smirk.

Devi rolled her eyes. “I’m not your sugar baby; I wasn’t expecting you to pay for a new one.” She crawls towards her MacBook (Ben consciously looking away since she’s on her knees again) and opens it, praying to herself that it was still functioning.

She tapped on her keyboard multiple times.

Blank screen.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. She kept tapping on the keys of the keyboard.

No response.

“Crap!” Devi hissed. “Oh no, no no no!” She was sort of panicking. “I knew this would happen.”

“So why did you throw the laptop then?” Ben slyly asked.

“Not. Helpful. Ben.”

Ben scoots closer to Devi, wraps his arm around her—

Devi is shocked, his graze making her melt into his touch, sending the pent up frustration and heat back to her ache and pussy—

But, Ben was only merely reaching around to press down on her laptop’s button for a couple of seconds before the lock screen shone back on.

Oh, Devi thought, a feeling of defeat and disappointment settling in her chest. He wasn’t hugging her.

But, hey her laptop’s alive.

“Oh thank god,” she says, breathing a sigh of relief before turning to him - wow he’s somehow pretty close to her face and body and oof, his proximity sets a fire across her entire body —

“Consider yourself lucky. Looks like you don’t have to buy me a new laptop,” she says, smirking.

Ben scoffs.

“In your dreams, David.”

Oddly enough, Ben’s arm is still wrapped around her, his presence warm and enveloping. Devi is tempted to lean into it but knows better (especially not now when she has been hot and bothered all day).

She types her password in her Lock Screen, hits enter, and gasps in horror as she realized that she didn’t properly close out her browser full of porn -

(which is now blasting moans of cam girls fucking the selves with sex toys all thanks to livejasmin)

“Oh shit!” Devi immediately slams her screen shut again.

But it was too late.

Ben’s brows shoot up, eyes widening and jaw dropping in guffaw. A laugh of disbelief escapes from his throat.

“Holy crap! And you called ME the pervert?” Ben laughs. “Who’s the pervert now?”

But damn, wow, he’s turned on.

He tightens his arm around Devi in a proper hug now, pressing her closer to him, and leans in, an inch from her ear, whispering —

“You’re a dirty girl”—

Before pressing his lips on hers.

#ben gross #devi vishwakumar #ben x devi #never have i ever #fanfic #devi x ben #nhie #mycouchpullsoutbutidont

[kdrama-songs]

Lee Dong Wook || Follow My Lead

► Requested Open? : Yes

► Word Count : 2388

► Rated : M

► Contains : Smuts involve

A loud slam of the door interrupts you as you're typing halfway, and the sounds of belongings being scattered all over the hallway follows. Not even a minute later, Dong Wook peeks his head into the kitchen where you're set up with your laptop, and judging by the look on his face, he's had a hard day.

Not as hard as you're about to make him, though.

He sees you at work and starts to back away, the downcast expression on his face growing even more sombre. Dong Wook's learned the hard way a few times not to disturb you while you're working, but sometimes when he's in one of his brattier moods, he likes to test your patience. But not today though, and that's when you know something's wrong.

"Wook, come here," you call out to him just as he turns away to head for the shower, and you swear you can almost see his entire body perk up with interest.

"Bad day?"

At your invitation, he comes up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder, already nosing at the exposed skin of your neck.

"One of the worst, noona."

His sentence ends with a deep whine, and he never addresses you like this unless he wants to play, so you turn around and oblige him, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek as you reach to massage his neck.

"Really, baby? What can noona do to make you feel better?"

Dong Wook doesn't even hesitate this time, as his eyes light up at his favourite nickname.

"I want noona's mouth on my cock. Pretty please?"

Your eyes travel down his tall frame, and you realise that he's wearing your favourite grey sweats, the one where you can see the outline of his cock if he doesn't wear underwear. Reaching over to palm him through the thick material, you relish the feel of his soft cock. You've always liked touching him like this even if he's not hard, it somehow feels a lot more intimate than you'd ever expect.

"Since you asked so nicely," you reach into his waistband to wrap your hand around his soft dick, leading him to the bedroom with a firm grip on it.

"Sit on the bed and take off your pants. Show noona how pretty your cock is like the dirty baby boy you are."

Dong Wook pushes his sweats past his ass, his underwear following as he lets them pool at his ankles before sitting on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide automatically. He's already beginning to harden in your hand, and it's a little scary how fast he can get hard for you. In a matter of minutes, he's already almost at full length, precum already dribbling from his tip.

You reach to cup his balls, rolling them in your palm and admiring how heavy they are.

"When did you last cum baby? Your balls feel really full."

"T-two weeks ago," Dong Wook's breath is already starting to shorten as you work his pearly liquid over his tip.

His answer makes your core throb, and you can't help but give his balls a gentle squeeze.

"That long ago? That means you have a nice big load for noona today right?"

Dong Wook's thighs are twitching as he watches you give an open mouth kiss to his tip before laving your tongue from his base up. He's too preoccupied with the sight of your red lips around his cock to remember to answer, so you pinch his inner thigh in punishment.

"Fuck, ah! Yes, I have so much cum for noona now ahhhh," he moans when you squeeze the base of his cock, increasing the speed of your strokes.

Giving him a sweet smile, you spit on his dick to get everything extra messy.

"I guess I'll have to work extra hard for that load, would you like that babyboy?"

"P-please, noona," a choked sob comes from deep in his chest, so you take pity on him and swallow his cock down your throat, giving an extra tug on his heavy, full balls as your nose reaches his base.

You know how much Dong Wook loves it when you deepthroat him, so you give him a few good swallows. You can hear his breathing get even more laboured above you, and when you glance up to make eye contact, his forehead is already matted with sweat, and his teeth are digging into his bottom lip. Pulling off his cock with a deliciously obscene sound, strings of saliva and precum drip down your chin, but you know Dong Wook appreciates the mess even more than you do.

Pumping him harshly, you take a few deep breaths before sliding him back down your throat, making sure to let his head hit the back of your sensitive throat even as you continue to massage his balls. Dong Wook gives a few desperate thrusts under you, and you pull back to glance at him, reaching for one of his hands and threading it in your hair.

Dong Wook automatically knows what this means as he guides your mouth back down his cock, having been given permission to touch you now. His other hand reaches to lift your shirt over your breasts, palming the lace bra over your tits as his hips thrust home, burying his cock deep down your throat.

He spreads his legs wider as he forces your mouth down on him till he can hear you gagging, but he always knows just how much you can take. You allow him a few good thrusts into your mouth before you place both hands on his inner thigh and pull away. Dong Wook easily relents, but keeps his grip in your hair as he pants down at you, eyes watery and lips thick and swollen.

"Does my babyboy want to cum?" You whisper against his inner thigh, taking one of his balls into your mouth and suckling on it.

"Fuck, please noona, I haven't cum in so long. I've been such a good boy."

"Really?" You draw away from him, continuing to pump him up and down.

"Where do you want to cum baby?"

"In your mouth," Dong Wook answers automatically, and you take him back into your mouth, tongue dancing over his length playfully.

"Fuck, noona, your mouth is so good, you look so good sucking my cock like this."

He gives a few shallow thrusts into your mouth, and you can feel his length throbbing in your mouth, a sure sign that he's about to cum down your throat. You ease up on your pace, pulling your lips off his messy length and squeezing his base hard till he stops throbbing, and then take him back in your mouth.

His salty precum is dripping down your chin, and just when he's close to shooting his load, you pull back again, and Dong Wook lets out a frustrated sob.

"You better not cum in my mouth, noona doesn't feel like swallowing cum today," you warn him with a harsh squeeze to his balls as you begin to swallow him down again.

Dong Wook looks down at his cock buried deep in your throat with wide, desperate eyes, pleading for you to let him cum as he tightens his grip in your hair. Just to push him a little further, you sink all the way to his base, nose buried in his abs and swallow hard. You can feel his thigh muscles tense around you as he sobs out loud above you, struggling to keep his orgasm at bay.

After a particularly loud whine, you pull off his cock, only to see tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Noona, please," he whimpers, cock twitching. "I'm so hard, I really need to cum."

You reach over to wipe the tears from his cheeks, pushing him to sit back on the bed as you straddle his slim hips.

"You've been such a good babyboy, just wait a little longer, can you do that?"

He nods, blinking back tears as you peel off your shirt and lounge shorts. His hands automatically reach for the back of your bra, and you allow him to unhook it. Dong Wook palms your breasts greedily for a few seconds before he reaches for your panties and pushes them down your thighs.

"Do you want noona to ride your pretty little cock?" You reach for him and slide his head against your drenched folds, feeling his thick mushroom head against your clit.

"Yes, fuck," he throws his head back, exposing the column of his throat as one of his hands grabs your ass cheek.

"Wait, noona, we're all out of condoms. Did you remember to get more?"

"No, I didn't," you admit, continuing to rub him against your clit.

"But we don't need them today babyboy, we're going to play a game."

"Wh-what game, noona?" His breath catches as he feels his tip slide into you ever so slightly.

"I'm going to ride your cock bare like this, and I won't stop till I cum. And you're not allowed to cum while I'm riding you, unless..." Your voice trails off.

"Unless what, noona?"

"Unless you want to get your noona pregnant," you whisper in his ear, feeling his grip around your waist tighten immediately.

"I forgot my pill yesterday, so if you cum inside me..."

The consequences are left unspoken, but you can almost feel the way Dong Wook's cock throbs even harder at the thought of breeding you, and there's a gush of precum that drenches your inner thighs. Without giving him a second more to think about this rationally, you drop your weight into his lap, sliding his cock deep into your pussy.

"Fuck, ahhh, noona, I can't," he sobs immediately, hips bucking into you.

"You edged me so many times already, I can't hold back."

"You better not cum inside your noona," you warn him as you swivel your hips, walls clenching around him extra tight. You bite his earlobe harshly even as you slam your weight down hard, feeling his cock split you apart from the inside. You can feel how hard he is inside you, and the thought of him cumming inside you has you extra wet.

"I don't want to get pregnant, so you better not cum inside."

"Noona, please hurry and cum," Dong Wook is caught in a dilemma, whether he should thrust his cock into your soaked depths to try and make you cum quicker, which would almost certainly push him towards his high as well.

"I can't hold back anymore."

"Shhh, just a few more strokes, babyboy..." You soothe him with a kiss to his cheek, brushing back his damp hair from his forehead as you glide up and down his cock. You can't help but to reach down and grab his balls from under you, closing your eyes with a moan as you wonder exactly how much cum he has for you.

"Noona, noona!!" His voice is laced with panic as you start to ride him hard, grinding your clit on him as he grips your ass tight.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, noona, get off!"

"Not until I cum, babyboy," you remind him even as you bury his cock deep inside you, opting to grind on him instead. You can feel the head of his cock poking at your cervix, and the slight pain pushes you toward your orgasm.

"Don't cum inside me."

You tug on this balls as you say this, and with a panicked shout, Dong Wook's arms are around your waist as he tugs you down to his chest, laying you flat on him before he grabs your ass with both hands, thrusting frantically into your pussy.

"Fuck, noona I'm cumming," he whimpers helplessly, cock pistoning in and out as you feel warm jets of cum against your womb. The sensation of him filling you up pushes you over the edge as well, and your walls convulse around him, seeking to milk him dry of every single drop.

"That's a good boy, give noona all your cum," you moan as you massage his balls again, squeezing extra tight with your walls.

"There's so much, are you still cumming babyboy?"

Your pussy feels so full, and dribbles of cum are running down his length and over his balls as Dong Wook gives you a few last weak thrusts. You lay there contently, cheek against his chest as his warmth fills you up, and when he begins to soften inside you, you arch your back to let him slip out of you, and that's when you feel his thick cum start to pool at your gaping pussy. You wish you could see the way cum is dripping out of you in a thick stream, and you reach back to push it back inside your walls.

"Did you just cum inside your noona?" You glance at him, and he's panting for breath with his eyes closed. Cum is still leaking out of your well fucked pussy even as you try to squeeze your walls to keep it in, and you realise that he was telling the truth, and you just took two weeks worth of semen deep in your womb.

"I'm sorry noona," Dong Wook chokes out, chest still heaving.

"I-I didn't mean to, it's just, you felt so good."

"Shh baby," you shush him as you press your lips to his briefly, feeling his breath slow as you comfort him with gentle strokes of his cheek.

"I lied just now."

"About what?" Dong Wook draws back, arms around your waist as he hugs you close to him.

"Noona wanted you to cum inside, so it's not your fault." You slide your cum drenched pussy back onto his soft cock even as you whisper to him,

"I want your baby."

Dong Wook freezes for a good few seconds, registering your words. Suddenly, he flips you onto your back, holding your legs up high to make sure his cum doesn't leak out. But his cum is so thick that what's escaped didn't even make it onto the sheets, just on a trail down your inner thighs, so he presses it back inside you with tender fingers.

"Lay back, noona, I'll make sure you're pregnant before the night ends."

#leedongwook #kdrama #smut #fanfiction

[fandom-collective-writers]

Trick-or-Treat (Gavin x MC)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Gavin x MC (Female)

Warning: NSFW 

Requested by: Anonymous

Written by: @voltage-vixen

Excess water droplets trickled down the muscles of Gavin’s toned physique as he stood in the shower wiping the water away from the cuts of his body. Wrapping the towel around his lean waist, Gavin stepped out from the shower and went to grab his shaving supplies in the bathroom’s vanity. Tonight, was the eve of Halloween, and Gavin was preparing for his home date with MC.

The evolver’s work schedule had been gruesome recently; forcing him to travel away for mission after mission, leaving him pining for his time to spend with his special sweetheart. He almost didn’t believe it when the mysterious forces of the galaxy allowed the stars to align since his work told him to take the entire afternoon off to fit in some rest and relaxation time. The second the minute hand on the clock struck to signal his freedom, Gavin had called MC to invite her to spend the night. She immediately accepted his invitation, and he was just finishing getting ready until the sound of the doorbell interrupted him.    

“Gavin, it’s me,” MC’s muffled voice rang from the hallway. “I know I’m a bit early, but do you mind letting me in? I forgot my key at the office.”

“Not at all, I’ll be right there!” Gavin called out.

Placing his razor next to the sink, Gavin secured his grip on the towel and wandered through the living room to unlock the door. He let out a startled gasped and nearly dropped his towel when he saw MC standing there looking like a vision. She stood tall in her black heels that emphasized her legs that lead up to the tight-fitting jacket she was wearing. On the top of her head sat a pair of black cat ears, which explained the drawn-on whiskers and black painted on her button nose.

“Trick or treat,” MC purred, her hand resting on his chest to give Gavin an abrupt nudge back into the apartment. “I missed you so much.”

Without allowing her stunned man to respond, MC unfastened the buttons from her coat, and discarded the black jacket to the ground as she stepped out of her heels. Gavin gulped when her hasty strip tease revealed the sight of her naked body that she was baring before him. Now only wearing the cat ears on her head, MC glided towards him and snaked her hands inside the waist of his towel.

“Your turn,” she whispered, before drawing her lips against his own to steal a kiss.

MC deepened their kiss, catching each one of Gavin’s moans as her nimble fingers loosened the towel. Her hand sought the heat of his throbbing arousal, giving him a few hard pumps before eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Gavin.

“You seem more turned on than usual,” MC crooned, nibbling on the lobe of his ear to prolong her teasing. “Do you like it when I take charge?”

She curled her fingers around the thickness of his erection to illustrate her point, wanting to push Gavin wild past the brink of madness. Instead, MC was taken aback when his hand shot up and latched onto her wrist.

“Playing a trick on your boyfriend typically isn’t what one would consider nice,” Gavin retaliated, his hands traveling to seek the warmth of MC’s body as he grasped onto the lines of her waist.

He felt her quiver under the flame his familiar touch elicited. Countless times of intimacy they shared together left no circumference of MC unknown to Gavin. Every curve of hers, every sensitive spot, and all her desires were ravished by her ever-generous partner. The want was evident in her eyes when he lifted the woman up and settled her on the edge of his lap. Her hips squirmed in a frenzied plea for Gavin to allow them to become one. The officer’s lips curled when she fervently eyed the length of his shaft, longing to lose herself in his passion.

“Despite your mischievous behavior, my little kitty cat deserves a treat for being adorable beyond compare,” he coaxed.

Thrusting his hips with intention, the head of his cock brushed against the swell of her womanhood. MC’s head arched at the brief sensation of ecstasy, a rush of blissful electricity pulsating in the pool of her lower belly. Concluding that he had toyed with MC enough, Gavin bestowed mercy upon her and parted her thighs to make his entrance smoother.

“Would you like a treat, my darling pet?”  Gavin hummed, his lips grazing along the bud of her breast.

His tongue lazily lapped at her nipple, while he shifted to align his cock between the softness of her glistening folds. Gavin groaned when he was immersed in the warmth of her wetness as the tip of his manhood pressed into her core.

“Y-Yes, I-I want a treat!” MC mewled, her brain frantically searching for the words to respond when her heart was pounding in a gratifying vigor at the slight feel of Gavin stretching her. “No more tricks and no more teasing, so I beg you let me feel all of you, Gavin!”

“You’re a greedy little pet,” Gavin chuckled, leaning over to bite down on the nape of her collarbone before pushing the rest of himself deep into her. “But don’t worry, because you make greed look attractive.”

Gavin was met by the melodious sounds of her moans as his lower body rolled in pace with her bouncing. His fingers firmly held onto her rounded ass, and his teeth lingered along her neckline until a striking crimson pattern was etched into the fairness of her skin.

“My sweet pet deserves only the finest collar,” Gavin murmured, his mouth turning focus to bite the bottom of her luscious lip.  

The anomalous whispers of dirty talk heightened MC’s senses, causing her walls to flutter around the thickness of his member as she was beginning to become undone. A salacious grunt escaped through the crease of Gavin’s lips from the tightness of her clenching him. The buildup of his climax was intensifying, and he knew MC was close from the way she was digging her nails across the surface of his back. Keen for MC to lose herself with him, Gavin’s hand snaked around her waist and his able fingers went to work at stroking her like the kitty cat she was.

MC’s cat ears resided soundly in place while the locks of her hair swayed as her body quaked in growing closer to reaching her peak. Her hands crawled up his toned back, and she braced herself by gripping onto his strong shoulders. She noticed a drip of sweat was trailing near his brow from the exertion. Titling her head, MC sensually licked Gavin’s forehead clean. Each caress with her tongue was deliberate and tantalizing, purposely driving Gavin wild, and awakening his inner beast.

MC’s plan was a success because no sooner did Gavin utter a carnal growl before thrusting harder into her. Their hands were roaming over the canvases of their bodies, and their kissing heightened into a feverish rage. Alas, after a few more rhythmic movements, stars blinded MC’s eyes as she let out a euphoric scream. She rested her head on Gavin’s damp chest when she felt him expand, indicating he had also reached orgasm status.

“Wow,” MC breathed, rolling off from Gavin’s lap to take a seat next to him on the floor. “That was just….wow.”

“You’re easy to please,” Gavin retorted, reaching out to tuck her disheveled bangs behind her ear. He kept a watchful eye on her, ensuring her ragged breathing was in the process of returning to normal. “I can’t say I know of any other who would be able to rock the cat look like you do.”

“I wasn’t aware that you were going to be that into this type of thing!”

Gavin’s arms encompassed MC into his embrace, where she giggled at the tickling sensation of their bare skin pressing together. He rested his head in between the ears she still wore on her head when a sudden stroke of genius wreaked upon her. Turning around to face her man, MC removed the cat ears from her head and placed it onto Gavin’s.

“I don’t know, Gavin, this look seems to really suit you as well,” MC mocked, licking her lips whilst climbing onto his lap. “How about we go another round and see how you fare this time as the cat?”

Gavin happily obliged when MC gently shoved him down onto his back. Straddling him, she grinded down onto his cock which had hardened again for round two beneath her. Smirking as his erection twitched, she rested a hand on his chest and gazed down at him.

“Ready?” she challenged, rubbing her hips against his erection, reveling at the heated friction between them. “And this time I’ll be the one giving you the collar to wear.”

Gavin controlled his instinct to plunge into MC, and instead propped himself up on his elbows and pecked at the tip of her nose. Locking glances with each other, Gavin’s eyes were soft as he shared a tender smile with MC.

“Meow,” he responded, with a sexy smirk that should come with a warning as a small flood pooled in between her legs.

“Meow, indeed,” she purred back. Her world was instantly rocked with the blissful intrusion of Gavin sliding into her.

Each one of the evolver’s thrusts was a treat in itself. And while a little trick never hurt anybody before, MC reveled in the spoils of treat after treat Gavin spent the rest of the evening delivering as her teeth went to work on her promise to him.

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[staywritten]

Over&Over│Seo Changbin

Over&Over│ Chapter Ⅰ

Synopsis: Loving Changbin was either than breathing, but why was it so hard to accept that he can love you just as you love him. Why do you always questions your own self worth. What were you supposed to do when he went on an arranged marriage meeting?

Genre: Non idol au, fluff, angst, hurt comfort, smut

Word Count: 2k

This is dedicated to @soobinssmile​ you sweet sweet bean ❤️❤️❤️

You yawned rolling out of bed, following the wonderful smell from the kitchen. You leaned on the doorway, smiling seeing your boyfriend working on breakfast. He wasn’t much of a morning person, especially since he usually had work pretty early, and yet here he was. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back. “Mmmm smells good Baby” 

“You’re up early~” he whined, he gave your hand a comforting squeeze. “I was trying to surprise you”

“Well I woke up and you weren’t there” you pouted. “I missed you and my bed was too cold without you”

He turned around in your arms, giving your forehead a kiss. “My Baby is so needy” he chuckled, lifting you up effortlessly and placing you on the counter. “I’ll shower you with lots of attention after breakfast so I don’t burn anything,” he laughed. 

“Deal” you beamed smiling at him.

You could say you were still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but it's been that way for well over two years. No relationship was perfect, but you and Changbin were pretty close. It was the healthiest relationship you’d ever been in. You felt so loved, and you were so in love. You supported one another. He trusted you. 

“How was work?” he moved the eggs in the pan glancing over to you.

“Long and boring” you laughed, stretching your achy bones. Twelve hours on your feet at the bar was never a good time, but busy nights paid the bills. “You were asleep when I got home. How’d the meetings go?”

“Long and boring” he mimicked your response, a cheeky smile on his face. He’d been busy ever since he took over his parents company as vice president, he never had any complaints, he loved his parents and was surprisingly very good at business management, and being VP took off some of the stress since his sister was appointed president. She ruled with an iron fist so he just needed to back her up. 

But because of his busy schedule you hadn’t had a lot of alone time with him lately. 

“Stop looking at me like that” he smirked, not looking away from the food. His biceps flexed as he moved the frying pan. He could practically feel you gazing at him. 

You crossed your legs and bit down on your lower lip. Your eyes darkening, taking him in. His sweatpants low on his hips, his tank top showing off his muscular arms, his bed head still mused from last night.

He took in a sharp breath catching how you squeezed your thighs together in his peripheral. “Behave Baby” his voice warning.

“Make me” you smirked, your fingertips dancing down your thigh, playfully dragging the hem of your t-shirt upwards. 

He turned off the heat and gave you a stern look. “You’re always challenging me”

“Only when I don’t get enough attention” you grinned, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into you. He placed his hands on your plush thighs, giving it a little squeeze before pushing upwards and massaging your skin. 

“I was trying to be a gentleman” he whispered huskily against the shell of your ear, his fingers looping under the waistband of your panties, tugging you against him. 

You laughed and played with the hair on his nape. “I don’t recall asking you to be” you groaned as he bit your lip taking you into a kiss before dropping to his knees. He pulled your panties down your thighs roughly while kneading at your breast through your t-shirt. Hooking your thigh over his shoulder, his tongue dove in. You gasped, raking your hand through his dark hair. Your body shivering and goose bumping from his touch. It wasn’t just the way his tongue teased your clit it was how he touched you. How he gripped your thighs with absolute purpose. Changbin was always so gentle with you, he was the sweetest and kindest boyfriend but when he took you. That gentleness was long forgotten. 

He looked up at you, wiping the slick from his mouth. That cocky, shit eating grin gracing his lips. He lifted you in his arms almost too easily before carrying you over to the couch and tossing you down. 

“Couldn’t make it to the bedroom?” you bit your lip watching him strip out of his shirt. 

“I’m gonna fuck you on every surface from here to the bedroom” he lifted your t-shirt over your head. He grabbed the back of your head, bunching your hair in his fist. “You’re the one who started it”

“I did” you were practically beaming as he guided your mouth to the bulge in his sweats.

“You gonna help me out Baby?” he cooed letting you lick him through the sweatpants. He watched as you pulled down his boxers and took him into your mouth. Your head bobbing along his length as your pace quickened. His low guttural groan was music to your ears. He grabbed your freehand stopping you from rubbing the circles on your clit. “No Baby, that’s mine. I’ll take care of you later” he helped move your head a little faster. His breaths getting sharper as you became needier. He slammed your head a little harder, fucking your mouth. “Good girl” he rubbed his thumb across your cheek lovingly as he came harder. You watching his every move as you swallowed.

He sat down on the couch, pulling you on to his lap roughly. “C’mere” he whispered against your lips. You chased his kiss, whining as he pulled away and bucking your hips harder. “Binnie….” you moaned running your nose against his, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Fuck...please”

“Mmm beg some more Baby” he gripped your hips, grinding your dripping core against him. “Tell me what you want” he bit down on your earlobe snapping his hips playfully against yours.

Pulling back you gazed into his eyes, spreading yourself. “I wanna feel you inside me...please”

And hearing your sweet voice beg him, seeing the want on your face, your lips bruised from the kisses, cheeks warm from his teasing. You just looked so fuckable. “That’s my girl…” he lifted you up, pumping his cock before guiding it in you, letting you sink down nice and slowly. Your arched your chest against him, gripping his shoulders to steady you as he filled you inch by inch. 

Despite being together for so long you never stopped being amazed at just how much he stretched you out. Your eyes practically rolling back at his size. “Binnie…” you panted softly as he started to move his hips. Slow teasing, rhythmic thrusts became rough snaps in no time. His eyes watching how you lost control for him, how your breast bounced with him. The way your voice strained to say his name. The way you’d desperately grab his fingers when you were close.

How you were his everything. 

Perhaps he was a little too distracted with how comfortable he was that morning. He lost himself in you, and his post sex cuddling and almost forgot that he had a meeting scheduled. It took absolutely everything in him to sum up the energy to leave your arms. “Baby~” he whined as he gave you a kiss goodbye and you continued to pepper kisses on his lips. “I gotta go, Noona is gonna kill me if I’m late”

“Fine” you pout, pulling away. He frowned seeing your pout and giving you another kiss. 

“I love you, I’ll see you later tonight” he grinned, taking in your form one last time before he left. 

“Love you more~” your voice bliss-ed out and tired as the door finally shut behind him. He smiled to himself hearing your sleepy voice. He loved your habit of saying love you more. In the beginning of your relationship he would argue about it, but he learned it was just your way of showing affection. It brought comfort to you, and that in itself brought comfort to him. 

Changbin hadn’t even been at work for a whole hour before his sister pissed him off. Normally he never even fought with her, they were the perfect duo to run the company and he’d usually comply with her ridiculous request but he was drawing the line here. “Noona! No, I’m not doing it” He huffed crossing his arms and shooting his sister a glare. 

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Binnie please don’t throw a temper tantrum, consider this part of your work responsibilities. It’s this Saturday and it’s rude to cancel. She is an heiress” she flipped through the morning paperwork. 

“You’re asking me to cheat on my girlfriend” 

“Relax, I’m asking you to go to an arranged marriage meeting. Just go, be polite, and tell her no.” She skimmed the paperwork making notes. “She’s the only daughter of our biggest investor all her parents want is for you to meet her” She set down her folder. “You have to be cordial and not make bad blood between business partners.”

“Then why do I have to go if it’s cool if I just reject her”

“Turns out she has a little crush and just really wants to meet you, something about you being nice to her at a banquet a while ago. She’s the one who requested the meeting” she gave him a smile. “Binnie, I know you love your girlfriend, and honestly I like her a lot. You guys are really cute.” she leaned her head on her hand. “Just be honest and tell her you have to do it for work, and there’s nothing to worry about.” 

She got up, her heels clicking as she walked to the door. “I’m doing this so Mom and Dad don’t get involved. They seem to think you’re settling because you don’t meet other suitors, I’m running damage control to show to them that you are not settling and you’re happy with your girlfriend, while meeting with requests”

“Noona I don’t want to hurt my girlfriend...I love her”

“I know Binnie but you also have a job to do. And if you don’t tell her it seems like you’re hiding something so just be honest”

Changbin spent the whole day agonizing about it. Telling you seemed a lot easier than done. It wasn’t that you were ever open about your insecurities but he could tell. He could tell that his wealth bothered you. It wasn’t that you loved him for his money, you loved him despite it. You’d always been so independent and a hard worker you never expected his big lavish gifts, you loved his acts of kindness more. 

And although you never said it, he could tell you were intimated by the money, the company, he’d catch little moments of your insecurity that you tried to hide with a smile.

“Binnie?” you waved your hand in front of him bringing his attention back to you. “I said I talked to my mom. She's looking forward to us coming to visit them this Saturday? They missed you” you smiled at him before taking a spoonful of soup in your mouth. 

“Oh Saturday...I have a meeting that morning, I’m sorry”

“Oh no worries, next time then”  you glanced at him from your glass and frowned. Ever since he got home from work he’s had this furrow in his brows. Like he was thinking too hard, not to say that it never happened he was usually just a lot more vocal on things that bothered him. It wasn’t like him to deal with stress in silence. “Baby, did you have a bad day at work? Is that why you’re working this weekend?”

“Something like that… My sister arranged a meeting Saturday morning and I can’t get out of it.”

“It’s ok, it can’t be helped if it’s for work right?”

“Right” he gave you a half smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes before squeezing your hand. “I love you”

You laughed at how serious it felt. “I know Binnie, I love you more” But there was just something about his expression that didn’t sit well with you. Lately it almost felt like a proposal was coming at any moment. There was just this sparkle and warmth to him that he radiated. And here it was a lovely evening between the two of you in a nice restaurant with a gorgeous view, and you just knew that thing on his mind wasn’t a proposal. 

He took a deep breath and glanced up at you calling your name gently, almost too timidly. 

“Binnie isn’t this soup delicious, good job picking this place it’s so perfect” the words spilled out faster than you could react. There was just something so forlorn about his tone, your anxiety spiked. It almost felt like he was going to break up with you so you interrupted him, distracted him with the dinner and hiding behind the biggest smile you could muster.

He smiled and nodded, taking a bite of the soup. “It’s perfect”

The truth was, he didn’t want you to worry for nothing. Telling you about an arranged marriage meeting, when he had all intents of rejecting her seemed like it was going to make you worry and anxious. He didn’t want you to doubt him, and he didn’t want you to have to suffer.

He was going to deal with this on his own. 

There was no need to worry you. 

After dinner the two of you returned to your apartment. Neither of you address the awkward tension that just lingered in the air. Your own insecurities eating at both of you, and neither of you willing to be the one to acknowledge the mood. 

You rolled onto your side, watching as he read over emails on his phone. His smile tugged as he glanced at you. “Yes Baby?” you cuddled closer to him, letting your head rest on his chest.

“I love you more…” you whispered before pressing a kiss to his neck. It had to be your imagination. There was nothing wrong, you loved him and he still loved you and that was all that mattered. 

You could tell by the way he touched you that he still loved you.

To Be Continued

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Hey Friends! I was planning a 3 part mini series for Binnie if you guys like it and wanna see more let me know~ I’m also still working on a part 2 to my last Felix scenario ;)

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That way Part 2 - Luke Hemmings (angst)

Part 2 to “that way”, to the lyrics of “tear myself apart” by Tate McRae, enjoy my loves. xxx 

Warning: heartbreak

So it goes, my summer rose Is cut and thrown away Petals fall and you don't call For days and days and days

She didn’t expect him to come after her, didn’t expect him to tell her that he didn’t mean it like that and that he was sorry, but she did expect him to at least call or text her. After driving away from Ashtons house, with tears streaming down her face, she promised herself and her heart, that she’d erase the name “Luke Hemmings” from her mind. 

That was two weeks ago, of course she didn’t manage to forget the tall, handsome, blue eyed boy, the boy that crushed her heart in his hands once again. The boys tried to take her mind off of the heartbreak, they watched movies with her, took her to the beach, but as much as she appreciated their effort, (y/n) slowly began to distance herself. Maybe if she kept some distance to the boys, she’d be able to move on.   

You say, you say it's not my fault You say nothing at all

“(Y/n)?”, Ashton was standing in front of her apartment door, his hands were getting sweaty, a nervous look on his face, he was concerned about his best friend, he didn’t like that she tried to cut him and the boys out of her life. As she opened the door, he momentarily forgot how to breath, she looked tired, exhausted, “what are you doing here Ashton?”, (y/n) asked as she wiped some of the sweat, that was glistering on her forehead, away with the back of her hand.   

He walked into her living room, “what happened to your furniture?”, his eyebrows furrowed together as he took a look around, most of her stuff was gone, just now he realized the moving boxes that were placed all around the room. “I - uhm.”, a deep sigh left her lips, (y/n) sat down on the sofa, “I’m moving.”, her eyes were focused on her hands, she couldn’t look him in the eyes, the feeling of betrayal ran through her veins. A humorless laugh escaped him as he took her hands in his, “just because of Luke?”, way too many emotions overcame him, sadness, anger, confusion. 

Can you see my hands shake? Heart is now an earthquake I'm left alone to tear myself apart

“No, not only because of Luke, but I think it’s time for me to move on, I’ll spend some time with my friends in Europe, explore some new places, stuff like that.”, (y/n) didn’t like the way her voice sounded so unsure, a shaky breath left her as she watched Ashton rise from the sofa. “When are you leaving?”, he ran a hand over his face, tears were blurring his vision, he didn’t want her to leave, (y/n) was like his sister, “on Monday.”.   

Ashton couldn’t be around her any longer, he felt the tears leaving his eyes as he walked to his car. As he drove towards Lukes beach house, he called Calum and Michael, “she’s leaving.”, hiccups left him as he parked his car. “What?”, both of them weren’t quite sure, what he was talking about, “(y/n), she’s moving away. She leaves on Monday.”, sobs wracked through him, his hands tightly clutched the steering wheel, Luke was his only hope. 

You make it look so easy Turn around and leave me I'm left alone to tear myself apart To tear myself apart

“Are you crying?”, Luke asked as Ashton entered his house, sunglasses hid Lukes tired eyes, as much as he tried to deny it, he knew that was madly in love with (y/n), he hated himself for treating her like that. “She’s leaving and it’s your fucking fault. Just because you couldn’t tell her what you’re feeling, she’s leaving us. I am losing my best friend just because of you, you asshole.”, Ashtons finger was pressed into Lukes chest, an angry expression washed over his tear stained face, Luke bit his lip, of course he was talking  about (y/n).  

“Ash, I- what do you want me to say?”, he didn’t know what to tell him, he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about her leaving, but the way his heart was breaking apart was enough to make him feel like shit. “Are you for real right now? I just told you, that the girl you’re in love with, is about to leave us and you have the audacity to tell me, you don’t know what to say?“, Ashtons face was dark red by now, while Luke stood in front of him with an emotionless expression on his face, “when?”, Luke whispered as he looked into Ashtons eyes. “Monday.”, Ashton watched Luke put on a pair of vans, phone tightly clutched in his hands as he looked for his car keys. “I’ll talk to her.”, was the only thing he said as he ran towards his black Range Rover. 

No concern for what you've burned You set yourself ablaze What survives are sharpened knifes That go right through the bone

As her eyes found Luke blue ones, she tried to close the door on him, a silent “no” leaving her mouth, but he was stronger than her, pushed past her, walked straight towards her empty kitchen. “Please, leave Lukas.”, she sighed as she watched him pace around the tiny room, he looked distressed, “Is it because of me?”, his big hands were placed against the marble top of the kitchen island. “Don’t think so highly of yourself, you breaking my heart once again, wouldn’t be enough to make me leave.”, (y/n) scoffed as she walked past him, she couldn’t endure being in the same room as him any longer. 

Luke grasped her wrist and pulled her flush against his chest, his head dipped down and he pressed a passionate kiss onto her lips, it took her a moment to react, as much as she wanted to kiss him back, she knew that this had to stop. (Y/n) ripped herself away from him and slapped him, his head fell to the side, the noise hallowed through the room. His jaw was clenched, slowly he turned towards her, tears were streaming down the sides of her face, her body was trembling, “This is getting old Luke, please leave, we are done here.”.

You say, you say its not my fault You say nothing at all

“So you’re just running away? Hiding away from your problems?”, his voice was emotionless, a storm raged inside him, his nails were pressing into the thin skin of his hand, almost drawing some blood. Her back was turned towards him, (y/n) tightly gripped the door handle, her knuckles were turning white, “take care of yourself Lukas.”, (y/n) walked out of the room, towards her bedroom, where she finally broke down, sobs left her mouth as she heard Luke slam her front door shut. 

As she sat on the bedroom floor, back pressed against the door, memories ran through her mind, the first time she met Luke, the first time she felt shivers run up her spine as he touched her, the first time they kissed and the first time she cried in Ashtons arms about him breaking her heart for the first time. It was time to move on, time to leave Luke Hemmings behind.  

Can you see my hands shake? Heart is now an earthquake I'm left alone to tear myself apart

Ashton, Calum and Michael were driving her to the airport, an awkward silence hung in the air, her head was placed against the window, tears left her eyes as she felt Michael grasp her hands, he placed a kiss onto the back of her hand, “I’m sorry (y/n).”, he whispered against her skin, a sad smile on his lips as his eyes were focused on her tear stained face, “Don’t be Mikey.”. 

“Please call us sometimes, send us pictures, keep us posted okay?”, Calum pulled her against his chest, the smell of his aftershave made her feel like home, her heart was breaking apart as she pulled away from him, (y/n) couldn’t speak, it felt as if the air was slowly leaving her lungs, her heart was rapidly beating against her ribs. Ashton pressed a kiss onto her forehead, “Take care of yourself, okay?.”

You make it look so easy Turn around and leave me I'm left alone to tear myself apart To tear myself apart

She wouldn’t stop shaking as she walked away from her friends, (y/n) couldn’t look backwards, couldn’t endure watching them cry, she tightly clutched her bag in her hands, even though it felt wrong to leave her friends behind, she knew that it was the only way to mend her broken heart together once again. 

As she walked towards her gate she felt her phone vibrate in the back pocket of her black jeans, “I’m begging you (y/n), please don’t leave.”, Luke had texted her, a sob wracked through her as she looked at her background picture, the smirk on Lukes face brought a sad smile onto her lips, (y/n) desperately tried to wipe away the tears as she switched off her phone. 

Can you see my hands shake? Heart is now an earthquake I'm left alone to tear myself apart You make it look so easy Turn around and leave me I'm left alone to tear myself apart To tear myself apart

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Ragged Angels

starting a new fic for anon :) ima post in three short chapters probably, but here’s chapter one

warnings: none, tags: mafia au, modern setting, fluff, angst, established relationship rating: t (violence)

also posting on archive

The soft crunch of wheels on gravel sent a shiver down Cas’ spine and he looked up slowly, drawing his knife back from the throat of the man tied up below him. It was an interesting blade--silver and shaped more like a short sword than anything. He’d got it out of a deal years ago, and it had become his trademark. 

“Looks like your friends are here,” he said quietly, tracing the man’s hairline with the cool metal. Cas noted distractedly that his hair was sloppy, like he’s cut it himself months ago and never bothered to try again. From behind him, he could see the drops of sweat running down the sides of his face, but not the man’s eyes. He needed to see his eyes. 

Cas walked around to the front of him and lowered himself to look straight into the man’s eyes. He let a small smile creep onto his face and traced the man’s throat with his knife, letting the smile grow as he did. 

The veins in the man’s neck bulged as he gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “They’ll kill you,” he muttered. 

“I doubt that,” Cas said. 

“Just give me more-”

“I guess they’ll have to get the money,” his voice was still soft, but he let a slight edge creep into it. 

The man sucked in a deep breath, but before he could let it out Cas slammed the blade through his throat. A small noise escaped the man, and then he was silent. Cas pulled out the knife and wiped it thoughtfully with the handkerchief in his pocket before stepping back. Then he turned and walked from the warehouse.

He heard shouts behind him, chaos erupting as the body was found. He smiled grimly to himself and rolled his eyes. Then he hopped into his truck and drove away. 

His hands were loose around the wheel, and he could see out of the corner of his eyes that he’d gotten a little bit of blood under one nail. It glittered slightly in the fading light, taunting him, and he tried unsuccessfully to dig it out. Right when he was about to pull over and fix it, a soft buzzing pulled his attention away. His frustration mounting, he pulled his phone from his pocket.

As soon as he saw the name, it all melted away. All the frustration, the nerves that he would never admit still wracked him whenever he killed a man, the sound of tires rolling up still echoing in his mind. All of it gone, replaced with a single name: Dean. 

“Hello, Dean.”

“Hey, Cas. You almost done?” 

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Dean sounded so young, so innocent. He only let himself get like this when he was talking to Cas. That’s when the wall came down. “Yes.”

“And you can still come tonight, right?” 

“Of course, sweetheart. I wouldn’t miss it.” 

Dean let out a contented sigh, and Cas could almost feel his warm breath against his ear. He moved the phone to hang up, but he heard Dean grunt on the other end, like he was going to say something and then he stopped. 

“What?” 

“Did-” Dean took a deep breath in and then started again with a new steel in his voice. “Did everything go okay?” 

“You know you don’t need to worry about my work.” 

“I know, and I don’t care, honestly. I just-” Dean hesitated again and Cas smiled in spite of himself. He was adorable. “I worry about you.” 

“I’ve been doing this a long time, Dean. Everything’s taken care of.” 

There was rustling on the other end, and then, “Okay. I love you.”

“I know,” Cas said with a smile. “I’ll see you tonight.” 

Then he hung up, the glint of blood under his nail catching in the light as he hit the red button and he cursed quietly to himself and set his phone in the cupholder, rolling his shoulders back before turning his full attention back to the road.  

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The smell of champagne and snobbery wafted through the air, and Cas sucked it all in with a smile. He knew almost everyone here of course, though most of them would never admit to knowing him. It was bad for business.

Not that it mattered; tonight was Dean’s night. 

Speak of the devil (or angel, in Cas’ mind), Dean was weaving through the crowd toward him. He’d rented a black tux--Cas would have bought him a nicer one, but he’d refused--and it hugged his form tightly. Dean so rarely dressed up, Cas felt his pulse tick up slightly at the sight. But even if his breathing increased slightly, he looked perfectly calm from the outside. Staying calm under duress was one of his many specialties. 

“Cas,” Dean breathed as he reached him. And Cas almost let a smile slip out, just at that one simple word. The smile he reserved for himself, when no one else could see him. The smile that he even hid from Dean, most of the time anyway. 

So he suppressed it, keeping his face a perfect taciturn mask. “Hello, Dean.” 

He reached out for a flute of champagne from the passing waiter’s tray, but Dean’s hand snaked out and caught his. He took a step in closer and Cas took in another deep breath, determined to stay in control. Dean twisted his hand so they could both see it and slowly traced his nail. The nail with blood still caught underneath it. 

“I thought you said it went well?” 

Cas drew his hand back and pressed a short kiss into Dean’s forehead. “And I thought I said not to worry. Don’t you have places to be? People to introduce me to?”

Dean let out a little huff--Cas had to push back that damn smile again--and then took Cas’ offered arm, leaning into him slightly. He nodded to an older couple standing in the corner. The woman had a floor length red gown on, completely with a sparkling diamond necklace wrapped around her neck. 

Cas’ eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of it. He’d sold it just weeks ago after taking it off a high-ranking government official. He’d almost bemoaned the loss, regardless of the profit. Dean had looked amazing with it and nothing else on. He glanced down at Dean and saw the blush rising in his cheeks. He pulled him a little closer to his body then guided him over to the couple. 

“Mrs-,” he paused for effect, even though he never forgot a name, “Autry, was it?” 

She glanced up, and to her credit, gave no sign of recognition. “Yes, it is. And you are…” she trailed off, with a quaint raise of one brow. 

“Mr. Novak. And this is my husband, Dean Winchester. He organized this whole event.”

Her companion’s eyebrow raised at the word husband and Cas rolled his eyes slightly, forcing a civil expression. 

“This is my husband, Charles Autry.” 

The party lapsed into awkward silence, and Cas felt Dean shift beside him, clearly searching for a topic of conversation. Cas squeezed his arm a little and looked straight ahead with clear eyes. They could handle a little silence. And Dean needed to remember, even if this was his event, Cas was in control. 

Mr. Autry cleared his throat and took a champagne before glancing between them. “So, ah, how did you two meet?” 

“At an event just like this one,” Cas said softly, as if daring further comment. 

“And it really,” the man glanced at his wife, then back at them, “It really works? I mean how much older are you?” 

Cas sighed. It was inevitable that they would get asked questions like this, but it really did nothing to help his already roused anger. “Twenty-two years,” he answered, tugging Dean’s arm gently. “Excuse us.” 

They walked to the front of the room where a table was set up, their names displayed at two of the place settings. Dean felt stiff beside him, his movement mechanical, and Cas unhooked Dean’s arm from his own, stopping to face his husband front on. 

He leaned in close, putting his ear right beside Dean’s. “I don’t care how old you are, Dean. You are mine. And they all know it too.” 

Dean shuddered visibly, but then he seemed to relax, an easy grin spreading across his face. “You sure about that, angel?” 

Cas reached up a hand and slowly trailed it down Dean’s cheek, noting how quickly he leaned into the touch. “I’m sure.” 

He pulled Dean’s chair out and gently guided him down with his hands on his shoulders before pushing the chair in for him. He took his seat right next to Dean, and then sat in silence as the rest of the table filled up. 

The people at these things always looked the same. Black tuxes, plunging necklines, scandal practically oozing off of them. 

One of the black tuxes leaned forward and nudged his partner, pointing at Dean. “Hey,” he started, “you’re the one who organized this whole thing, right?”

“That’s me.” 

“I think it’s really amazing. What you’re doing for all these women…” he trailed off and Dean nodded slowly, his eyes glittering with amusement. The guy coughed into a handkerchief and then went on, “it must be nice getting to be around them all the time too.” 

In an instant, Dean’s eyes narrowed and he raised slightly in his chair. Cas put a steadying hand on his arm and Dean looked over at him, the anger slowly fading from his face. “That’s not what this is about. This about helping survivors of abuse and if you-” he cut off as his voice started to rise and he took a deep breath. 

“What Mr. Winchester means,” Cas stepped in smoothly, “Is thank you for coming tonight.” 

The gentleman nodded and gave a small shrug before turning to his wife. 

“You okay?” Cas said with a hand on Dean’s knee.

“Fine. I know we need their money… but these people are dicks.” 

Cas tilted his head and looked up and down Dean’s face. “Yes… yes I suppose they are.” 

Dean grinned over at him and picked at the salad that the waiter had just brought. “We are so going out for burgers after this.” 

“You’re insatiable,” Cas said with a roll of his eyes. But anyone who knew him well could see the ghost of a smile dancing around his lips. 

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The cold air bit into them the second they stepped out into the busy New York street. Cas wrapped his coat tighter around himself and slipped Dean’s arm through his own.  

A limo pulled up to the curb but Dean looked up at him, and as so often the case with them, he understood exactly what he needed. “We’ll walk,” Cas said to the valet. 

Their steps echoed off the walls as they left the din of car horns and squealing tires and entered the relatively quiet alley behind the venue. 

“That went well,” Cas started. 

Dean’s face lit up like it always did when he talked about the shelter. He wet his lips the answered, “Yeah. It really did. We made $7,000 more than our goal and there was lots of press there. If we follow it up… we should get all eight women into apartments by the end of the month.” 

Cas pressed a kiss into Dean’s hair. “I’m glad.” 

He could see the next street opening out in front of them, barely one hundred feet away. Cars sped by and people milled about under the glow of the street lights. Barely one hundred feet to go, and Cas felt all of his senses suddenly go on edge. He wasn’t sure what he’d heard, or even what he’d seen, but something was wrong. 

The gun he’d tucked in his waistband (despite Dean’s protests) felt cold against his skin, and he reached back for it without thinking. Dean glanced down at the weapon and his eyes widened. Still, he rolled his shoulders back and glanced around the alley, his eyes narrowing as quickly as they’d opened up. 

The soft sound of fabric rustling sent them both whirling around, instinctively twisting so they were protecting each other’s backs. 

“Hello, boys,” a gravelly voice tinged with a British accent whispered as a man wearing a black trenchcoat emerged from the shadows.

Cas felt his lips part just barely and he sucked in a deep breath. “Crowley.” 

“You took something from me today.” 

Dean moved next to him, shifting slightly so they were both facing Crowley. He felt Dean pull the knife he kept inside his jacket out and let it hang loosely at his side. 

“The groveller you sent to beg forgiveness? Pardon me if I’m not bowing before you,” Cas said, letting his voice drop into its lowest registers. 

“Gavin was family.” 

Cas kept his face composed, but inside he felt a little thrill. Family? He’d thought it was just another of Crowley’s goons, one of the indisposable goons he called on when he didn’t want to get his hands dirty. 

Dean took a step forward and rotated the knife slowly in his hand. “What was he? Some bastard son from an affair with a whore?” He snorted and looked back to Cas with raised eyebrows before turning his attention to Crowley. 

Cas had to give him credit. He didn’t even know who Crowley was and still without hesitation he went after him. Although, Dean always did have a temper to him. 

Crowley shuffled his feet and didn’t respond, and this time Cas did let his expression show. Just a single quirked eyebrow as he stepped forward to join Dean. 

“He is your son,” Cas said, his tone growing more light-hearted. “Well in that case, my sincerest apologies.” 

“You took something from me,” Crowley repeated, “and now I’m going to take something from you.” 

Cas felt the blow to the back of his head before he could even turn, and immediately pain shot through him, his vision dancing with black spots. Instinctively, he turned to find Dean. 

He was grappling with a masked man against the wall, but he seemed okay for the moment, so he turned to the person who had hit him. She tried to slam the walking stick into his head again but he grabbed it, twisting it from her grasp. 

He stepped forward, his breath settling and becoming smooth before he struck her on the temple with her own weapon. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth dropped open. For just a second, she stood there, swaying, Then she crumpled to the dirty ground. 

To his left, a body dropped, and he felt a cold hand wrap around his heart. But as his eyes readjusted to the dim light he saw Dean standing over the body, his chest rising and falling rapidly as a trail of blood dripped from his knife. 

Cas moved toward him, but before he could even take two steps, the cool rush of electricity jolted through his system and everything went black. 

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When he came to, his cheek was pressed against an advertisement for a weekend getaway to Cabo that had been dirtied by its time outside. He peeled himself off it and sat up, head ringing as he glanced around the alley. 

A sleek black cat jumped down from a garbage can and disappeared into the night, but there was nothing else. No sign of Crowley, of the people who had jumped them, of the body Dean had dropped, of-

His train of thought came to a crashing halt as he leapt to his feet glancing around frantically. 

Dean was gone. 

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One-Shot: Everything Works Out In The End.

+ I would like to thank the anon for giving me the opportunity of bringing his/her PROMPT to life; I hope I executed it properly. Thank you again and readers enjoy! Constructive and Positive feedback is always welcomed. -Mo

“You got me treading on the water. Because I've never learned to swim. And now I know that it's all over. I better learn to start again.” –Kodaline (Everything Works Out In The End).

Mercedes looked over at Samuel as he slept peacefully beside her naked frame, she watched slowly as his chest rose and fell and she shifted gently. Turning her body to face his, trying her best not to disturb him during his peaceful slumber. She’d be leaving for LA in a day and he had managed to convince her to do the unthinkable. She pulled the covers up, a cold night’s chill rushing over her as she laid their bear with him and she managed to pull her herself out of her head long enough to lay her head there. Hazelnut skin pressed against his perfect chiseled chest as she inhaled his scent deeply, what if she never got to relish in this exact moment again. The sex was something, but with or without it, she’d still long for the man as she departed across what felt like the highest mountains and lowest of seas. But she had to follow her dreams, right? She asked herself would it be worth it, as she drew tiny hearts across his skin sadly.

“What are you doing?” Samuel’s gruff voice spoke, a smirk sporting his thick pink lips as he opened his eyes looking down at Mercedes. Her hair was a mess of curls that had fallen and sweated out, however, in this lighting as the moon danced across her skin, she’d never looked so beautiful to him. He grabbed her hand, stopping her motion and he pecked the back of it tenderly before he said “I thought you were asleep…”

His eyes rolled back shut tiredly, as his other hand stroked her head of hair idly. Mercedes head leaned upwards as she looked to him. “Writing I love you across your skin” she answered honestly, not matter how it may how sound leaving her lips. At his next remark she shifted, looking at the window where the moon glowed. “I can’t sleep” she breathed to him; she should’ve been able to after all. He had, had her locked away in his room all evening; losing her virginity had been a full-time job. Or a lesson, depends on who you asked out of the two. He’d done all the work and yet she was still able to please him as he’d done her. That was once she got over the initial shock and uncomfortable adjustment to a size, she didn’t quite picture this entire time. She licked her plump lips at that and looked back at him.

Samuel smirked; his forehead managed to crease between his brows as he asked himself why she was doing that subconsciously. “You should get some rest” he reasoned as he shifted wrapping her up in his long arms. “You have so much to do…” he reminded her, his hand resting on the small of her back, drawing circles there. His eyes never opened though he was watching her no doubt, his chest was pressed against her ample bosom and he wouldn’t deny how incredible that felt. He finally opened his eyes again and looked to her “what’s on your mind?” he asked her knowingly, the words left him just as he left a kiss on her lips. Drawing back to look into her almond orbs, “you can tell me anything” he said softly, green eyes piercing hers.

As he shifted his long body, pulling her closer to him, his arms pressed fluff against muscle mass. She closed her eyes for a moment as he reminded her yet again about her new phase in life.  Heartbreakingly she opened her eyes to stare into his, this time they were glossy, and she said “I don’t want to leave you” her chine quivered only a little as she closed her eyes again. Hugging him back tightly she fell quiet.

As she confessed her true feelings, he nodded his head at her, he hadn’t thought of her move as a negative thing. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he selfishly let her stay, only to waste a dream as big as hers away. He needed her to go to LA, not just for herself, but for him. He wouldn’t be any prouder unless he had the opportunity to fly the plane himself. “You know I love you” he said against her skin as he pecked her forehead “and I’ll do anything for you” he added pecking her forehead again. “And that means sacrifice” he told her sternly. “It’s going to hurt like hell being apart, but you have to do this, it’s your destiny” he reasoned. He kissed her forehead again, lips lingering there for a while as his eyes closed “we will get through this” he said confidently. “It’ll work out, you’ll see” he sighed heavily as he opened his eyes again to look at her.

Mercedes nodded her head against him sadly, she bit down on her bottom lip as her warm tears spilled anyway. As he went on, just making the idea of being away from him harder she sniffled. She continued to nod her head at him, maybe if she kept repeating his words her heart would eventually catch up with her head and she’d convince herself that it would be fine as well. “Okay” she said in a shaky voice in response to him. Words had left her, she knew it would hurt, because it was killing the hell out of her already. She nodded her head again for good measure as she sucked her tears up, wiping them away slowly.

Samuel’s thumb swiped against her skin gently, he’d never like to see her in this light. What man wanted to watch the woman he loved cry? As she finally replied he nodded his head saying “okay” back to her sweetly as his lips met hers in a feverish kiss. His lips parted only ever so slightly so that their tongues could meet with each other again. They’d been apart for too long and the blonde had realized that now. He needed to remind her body and soul, just what they had and why no amount of distance in the World could separate them truly. They were soulmates, destined for a life full of happiness and lifelong memories. He was hers, as long as she were his. And only God could take that away. His hard body shifted against the bed as he positioned himself above her now, moaning deeply into their kiss ever more as her delicate hand slid its way up to his face to cup it lovingly. Oh, how he adored the way, her hand felt resting over his heart, it would be death they’d part.

“Thank you so much for picking me up at the last minute” Mercedes said to Mike as she closed the door to the backseat of his sedan. She looked down at her little boy Cameron safely fastened in his car seat, she kissed his head of hair and looked towards her old friend again. “Something came up and my mother totally forgot about us here at the airport” she finished as she placed her seatbelt on herself.

“It was no problem at all, I didn’t know if you were actually going to come into town or not. Glad you did decide to” he smiled sweetly. “I got to see little Cameron again so that’s a plus” he chuckled as he drove down the road. “So where do I need to go first?” he asked her curiously. “You know… everyone is uh… meeting up” he paused looking at his watch for a minute “at the diner at around 5 pm today” he told her looking back at her and the curly haired little boy in his backseat. He didn’t know how things were doing to go, he was in the middle of all of this and truthfully it was hard to lie to his dearest friend. Though he guessed it wasn’t a lie if the topic wasn’t actually spoken about publicly. However, he still felt terribly bad for Samuel’s sake.

“I decided at the last minute. Cameron is so young you know” she told her friend. “I haven’t really traveled with him like this before, mother always came to us” she said looking back down at the tired child once more. “But it’ll be fun to catch up and see everyone, it’s been what? Almost two years?” she sighed. “My mother’s house, I’ll be staying there. I opted out of a hotel” she acknowledged. “I just” she sighed heavily to the man shaking her head, “I uh, I don’t know Mike. I have so much guilt weighing on me it’s hard to think or breathe most days…” she actually confessed to him for a change.

Mike continued to carry them down the road in the vehicle and he licked his lips slowly listening to her. He got it, lapsed judgement and scare caused her to lie to the man, break off their relationship, and hide his only child from him for the last how many months? He could understand her desire to protect everyone in the situation at all cost, but he also understood the negative impact it had on her life no matter what she was trying to accomplish in all of this. He didn’t really see how it would be possible for someone to attempt to hide a child, but he intended on honoring wishes to his fullest ability. “Listen” the man spoke confidently “you are a lot of things, a big character” he chuckled lightening the mood. “However, everyone knows your heart ‘Cedes” he breathed “if it’s becoming too much lessen the burden, release it to the wind” he said poetically. “Tell him, Samuel knows your heart better than we all do. He would have to understand exactly what you were trying to achieve; don’t you think?” he asked her though he didn’t really believe that statement himself, he’d be livid if the love or his life or past love had done this very thing to him.

Mercedes looked up at her friend, watching the back of his head as he spoke. At one point of time, she looked away and out of the window as she offered Cameron her hand to play with as he sat there. She nodded her head despite the man being incapable of seeing her, she didn’t know. All of this happened to be overwhelming and confusing at times. “You are right” she finally offered to him after a while of going over the thoughts and things he just said in her own head. “Thanks again Mike.”

Mike walked into the diner that they were all supposed to meet up at mutually, 5 pm on the dot. He asked the hostess for the party’s location and happily traveled towards the table. He saw Samuel, Artie, Blaine, Kurt, and Jake at the table chatting among themselves. They were early to the reunion or perhaps on time, which was unexpected in his opinion, but he greeted them all casually and grabbed himself a seat. “How is it going?” he asked them all mutually. “I expected to be one of the first ones” he said with a smirk as he made himself comfortable sitting on Samuel’s right.

Jake looked at Mike offering the man a simple head nod, “we all kind of hitched rides with each other” he chuckled lightly.

“We didn’t expect to be on time either ole pal” Samuel said with a goofy grin.

“Well, we don’t get to do this often, so, you know” Artie said with a shrug “it’s worth being on time for” he said with a smile. “The whole gang is back, give or take a few….”

“Agreed” Mike said gesturing to Artie with his pointer finger. “This should be a fun gathering…”

“What held you up anyway?” Samuel asked Mike turning his head towards him, once the thought occurred finally.

“Ah, I had some errands to run” Mike said to Samuel, “had to swing by the airport and stuff” he told the man without much thought.

Samuel nodded his head and said, “oh yeah, who did you pick up?” curiously as he picked up his glass and took a sip of his drink.

“You actually would never guess it” Mike said to the man with a small smirk. He opened his mouth to respond to him the best way he knew how, however he was interrupted by their server.

“Hi there” the woman said to Mike “what could I get you to drink this evening?” she asked as she grabbed her guest check pad and pen from her apron.

“Hello” Mike told the woman and he looked down at the menu for a moment before he went with his gut and ordered a “root beer” he spoke. “Have you all ordered?” he asked the guys.

“Not yet, we were waiting on everyone” Kurt said “we did order a few starters” he admitted.

“Well in that case, just the root beer” Mike said smiling to the woman.

Nodding her head, she said “alright, one root beer. And do any of you guys need anything, while I grab that and check on your starters?” she pressed the group. After getting a moderate no thank you from everyone, she moved to walk off from the table again.

“So, who was it? Tina?” Blaine asked nosily, curiosity would kill the cat today because unlike everyone else he actually really desired to know who all planned on coming.

Mike chuckled shaking his head “no, no. I’m not sure if she came in town, you know not everyone really responded to the email threads. But I did uh, pick Mercedes and Cameron up from the airport, dropped them off a few hours ago and then I had some other errands to run” he shrugged, having let slip a huge secret in the process.  

Kurt eyes grew as Mike went on to explain where he was, what he was doing, and finally who he had picked up from the airport.

Artie eyebrows stitched together as he tried to recall a Cameron in his memory bank. It wasn’t ringing a bell however and perhaps he was the only one who didn’t know. Wonder if it’s a new boyfriend, juicy, he thought to himself know all the details to Samuel and Mercedes’ break-up.

Blaine tilted his head “who’s Cameron?” he asked aloud before he looked at Kurt with a raised brow. The forceful kick the man supplied him under the table was a red flag that clearly his significant other knew something he didn’t. He had overstepped somewhere. So instead of meeting the eyes of the other men he grabbed his glass of water and took a long sip from it.

Samuel rolled the paper from his straw between his fingers “Mercedes” he said first, very unaware that she was coming. Afterall, she hadn’t been seen in almost two years and they weren’t quite on speaking terms. Well in his head at least. However, upon the mention of someone named Cameron he raised a brow and looked at Blaine then Kurt to his left. “Who’s Cameron?” he asked Mike looking over at him again.

Mike looked down for a moment, shit, he said to himself before he looked over at Kurt. He needed the man to throw him a life vest but obviously he much like Mike couldn’t think of a good enough lie at the moment. And just like that save by the bell again, thank you God he said as Quinn approached the table with Brittany in toe.

“The boys beating us to the punch, how lovely…” Quinn said cutting in with a wide grin. “How is everyone?” she questioned them as she moved to grab a seat between Mike and Samuel.

Brittany smiled at everyone scattered about the chairs around the huge table. “Hey guys!” she said cheerfully. She followed behind Quinn who happened to have been her ride, she sat down at the table next to Artie planting a soft kiss to his cheek before she smiled at Jake who was sitting on her other side. “I missed you guys” she said hugging Artie gently.

Kurt looked towards Quinn, thankfully and he smiled at her as he moved his hand for Blaine’s knee. “Well, we all just about piled into each other’s car so that helped” he said to her changing the subject gladly. “Doing great, you?” he asked, looking at her directly.

Samuel looked at Mike who avoided his question, yet again. He looked over at the women as they rolled in and he sat back in his chair. If any of them thought for a second he was going to sit at a table with Mercedes and her new boy toy they were sadly mistaken. Just the simple thought of that was making his blood boil. He pushed the straw paper aside as he lifted his glass and took a long sip from it again, his eyes fixed on the side of Mike’s face.

Artie blushed a little at Brittany and looked at her with a fond smile on his face “we missed you too” he told her kindly. He stared at her for a few more minutes before he looked at Quinn and said, “no complaints here, everything has been great.”

“Who else is showing up?” Quinn asked them all as she removed her jacket and draped it on the back of her chair revealing her, somewhat revealing dress before she laced her fingers together and rested her hands in her lap.

“Rach” Blaine said in response to Quinn politely as he took her in, she looked amazing. Though he guessed she kind of always did.

“And Tina” Kurt added looking to Blaine for a brief moment a smile on his face. “She text me a hour ago and said she made it in and will meet us here as soon as she’s freshened up and stuff” he added, his eyes moving towards Mike now. Confirming what the man claimed he didn’t know just moments ago.

Samuel looked to Kurt before he said “and Mercedes” all the chipper tone in his voice gone now. “As a matter of fact, Mike was just letting us know she was bringing some Cameron person with her, however none of us know who that is” he said as he looked over at Mike once more, bitterness in his tone and a great deal of anger in his eyes. “Weren’t you Mike?” he asked.

Quinn looked between Blaine and Kurt before lastly, she looked at Samuel, her eyebrows rising as he spoke. Well, it was no secret that Mercedes untimely breakup left the man bitter, angry, and alone. Among the group of friends there had been plenty rumors but even she had no idea who Cameron was. However, if it were another man of some sorts, she might have lucked up tonight. She almost canceled on them for work sake, but she had to admit no amount of money would be worth missing this.

Mike looked over at Samuel, sighing a bit to himself as the man spoke. “I never said that” he told him his head hanging low “I didn’t say she was bringing him here” he corrected. “And he’s not a boyfriend of hers, she doesn’t have one” he said before he looked up at Kurt from across the table.

Kurt swallowed hard as Samuel pressed Mike to speak up and the man finally did. Kurt kept his eyes low after he swapped a glance with Mike and he focused on his glass sitting above the wooden table.

Artie looked at Samuel, then Mike, his eyes moved to the rest of the table as everyone stayed silent for a while.

“Then who the hell is Cameron?” Samuel asked the man, his eyebrows stitched together.

Quinn looked at Mike as he spoke, and she followed his eyes over to Kurt. As it was made clear that Cameron was not Mercedes significant other it then and only then dawned on her who this person could be. Her eyes quickly shot towards Kurt again. “Did you guys order?” she said quickly trying to change the subject once more and she finally picked up her menu.

“Hello, hello, hello everybody” Rachel said as she Tina and Mercedes walked up towards the massive table. “I cannot believe you guys successfully put together some kind of reunion without my help and expertise” she teased them all as she moved to sit down beside Blaine. Offering Jake a kind pat on the shoulder.

“What did we walk in on?” Tina asked sitting down beside Mike at the table and she pushed out the chair beside her a bit for Mercedes to nestle between her and Artie.

Mercedes smiled despite herself, she was well aware that today’s events had two possible ways of ending. On a good foot or perhaps a bad, depending. She hadn’t been in the same room as Samuel since she departed from him to leave for LA. It was her fault that happened to have panned out that way, she knew. But it was didn’t make it any less awkward when you really thought about the reasoning behind her doing so in the first place. She moved for the seat next to Tina it was the only free chair anyway and looked at everyone with a smile deciding not to glance in Samuel’s direction.

Quinn looked at the other girls as they came in one after the other and she sighed heavily, welp, when you speak of the devil, he shall appear she thought to herself. “You guys look good” she said taking them all in, but truly examining Mercedes from head to toe as if that would give her a real inkling to what was going on. But it didn’t especially considering the girl did have a massive coat on. Even if she didn’t you couldn’t look at her and tell she ever had a baby, or could you?

Artie leaned towards Mercedes gently and said “I missed you” with a slight hug assuming they were all going to drop the conversation from beforehand once again. Which was probably for the best anyhow.

As the rest of the group finally joined them Kurt looked towards them and smiled, it really was great to see everyone despite what was currently being examined. He looked over at Samuel, after Tina made yet a very leading question that he truly hoped didn’t cause the blonde to have yet another unnecessary meltdown. “The waitress should be back any minute with starters and, Mike’s drink, we could all like order or something” he chuckled awkwardly.

Samuel watched Rachel as she walked into view, and then Tina thereafter. Mercedes was behind the shorter girl and he looked away, focusing on the table before him and he found that piece of paper again. He toyed with the paper as he did before, rolling it against the tabletop as he fell silent, allowing the group to talk among themselves.

Tina nodded her head at Kurt and said “cool” before she turned to Mike, bumping him with her shoulder lightly. They weren’t together at the moment, but did that mean they had to be awkward, no. They were planning to just be friends until they figured everything all out with themselves. “I was going to call you for a ride, but you had to go get ‘Cedes” she said in a soft whisper to him.

Mercedes looked to Artie and smirked at him sweetly leaning into the man. “I missed you more” she breathed sweetly to him.

The server returned to the group seeing that everyone who should be there was finally there, she sat the root beer in front of the gentlemen who ordered it. She quickly sat the starters in the middle of the table one at a time before she lowered the tray in her hand. “Hi ladies, what can I get you all to drink?” she asked, she sat the tray aside and moved to grab her pad and pen again.

Looking up at the woman, Mercedes she shifted and said to her “water please?” without thought.

Seeing the appetizers, she smirked “water with lemon” Rachel said to the woman before she actually turned her attention to the menu before her to figure out what she wanted for dinner.

“Coke for me” Tina said lifting one finger up for the woman to see as she wrote down the drink orders.

“Sweet tea, please” Quinn said to the waitress, looking at Samuel who sat next to her, finally since Mercedes walked in. She looked at him for only a moment before she looked away again.

“Can I have a coke too?” Brittany asked the woman, the last to order within the group before she grabbed an onion ring and popped it into her mouth. “Two waters one with a lemon, two cokes, and a sweet tea” the young woman repeated back to the table before she said, “are we ordering now too, or do we need some more time?” curiously. When collectively they all asked to have some more time, she nodded and left the group to grab their drinks.

“So, Mercedes, what have you been up to?” Jake asked curiously, despite the early conversation he always though it was pretty cool she got out of Ohio and moved all the way to LA. “I mean what is LA really like?” he asked her as he grabbed a mozzarella stick.

Quinn looked over at Jake with a bit of disappointment. They were all deflecting here, and he was obviously not on board with everyone because he just opened another door or window, depends on who you asked.

Mercedes pulled her eyes and attention away from Brittany and Artie, “uh” she paused smirking at Jake. “I have been great; I have no complaints whatsoever” she told the boy. “LA is” she said trying to think very hard on her answer “sometimes it’s everything I pictured and not so much during other times, but I could have never asked for a better opportunity” she told him. “Life throws tons of surprises and I try to handle, well uh take it in strides” she breathed.

Samuel looked up as Mercedes spoke and he squinted his eyes a bit before he looked away from her. “Care to elaborate for us small town folk?” he asked her sarcastically.

Mercedes slowly looked towards Samuel across from her and she furrowed her brows.

“Now Sam” Rachel said from the left of him, she gave the man an all well knowing look. He didn’t need to make a scene right now; they were here to have a good time.

“Now Rachel” Samuel said as he looked over at her “I asked her question let her answer” he said back to the brunette, who he had no trouble leaning forward to gaze it from across Blaine and Kurt.

“Sam, we are here to have a small gathering to catch up. Are you sure you want to do this?” Kurt asked the man leaning in a bit. The two men was sitting directly next to each other, in another world Kurt would’ve probably slapped him. However, his personality didn’t allow him to inflict someone with such violence. But the blonde was really becoming annoying and all around excessive.

“Yes, I want to do this” Samuel snapped as he looked at Kurt. “Why not do it?” he shrugged, a small chuckle leaving him. “Why not do this right here and right now…”

Mike licked his lips and looked around the table before he sighed and said “Mercedes, I slipped up about Cameron. But Samuel doesn’t quite know who that is…. still….” He said quietly.

Mercedes looked past Tina and at Mike, her eyes large and confused. How could the man have let that slip? He’d kept the secret for this long of course today he lets the cat out of the bag. She couldn’t be mad at him of course, any of them keeping the secret was doing her a favor everyday of their lives. But what was she supposed to say or do right now?

“I think we all should maybe let Samuel and Mercedes talk” Kurt said looking around the table.

“No, let her say what she has to say right here in front of everyone” Samuel said to Kurt. “I think to many of you have been talking among yourselves this whole time anyway.”

Mercedes blinked a few times and she looked at Samuel “okay” she said simply to him. “I ended our relationship, against my better judgement because I was trying to keep a secret from you that I thought would be very detrimental to our lives and relationship” she offered him. “We have a one-year-old son, his name is Cameron” she said. “And before you get angry, I was just trying to do what I thought was best for all of us…”

Samuel looked at Mercedes as she spoke, she really had put a very cute spin on breaking his heart and he couldn’t believe that was the story she was going with. They were fine when she left, everything was perfect outside of the distance. And then a few months into her moving to LA she hit him with the words he’d never imagined leaving her lips. A breakup was what it was, a breakup that was not mutual among them both, that she didn’t even give a good enough reasoning as to why for. And now after all this time he finally gets his real reason, and it was because she was pregnant? With their child. His son? And she didn’t tell him because she thought that was what was best for them both? “Wow” was the only thing his lips could form in the moment as he moved to stand up from the chair, he was in. “You are despicable” he said his finger gesturing in her direction “and any of you at this table who knew this shit and didn’t say anything can rot in hell along with Mercedes” he said coldly as he left the table and the group.

Mercedes looked at Samuel as he spoke, she looked down, she didn’t know what to say. As he continued, she looked back up her eyes watering a little from his harsh words. She couldn’t blame him, what were she to expect from telling him this? When he stormed off, she looked back down again as the embarrassment set in.

“I sorry Mercedes” Kurt said from across the table as, his eyes left her and looked towards Samuel as he moved through the restaurant to leave.

Rachel walked up towards the Evans’ home with her purse in hand and she rang the doorbell gently waiting for someone to surface.

“I have it” Samuel said as he moved for the front door slowly, he looked outside and saw Rachel and he huffed. Unlocking the front door, he looked at her and said “I don’t want you over here so it’s in your best interest to leave” without even thinking, his finger pointing towards her car.

“Look, I don’t want to come into your home, I don’t want you to forgive me if you don’t want to, you don’t even have to listen. But I am going to say what I have to say to you face to face” Rachel told Samuel. “Some of us knew, we didn’t all agree. But we understood and as friends and family we supported her. We supported each party the best way we knew how during this time” she told him. “I am sorry that a secret that big was kept from you for the two years. And I really can’t imagine how you must really be feeling right now” she said her eyes low. “But I say that for you, not her, you. It would be best if you hear her out and at least demand to see your son” she said to him. “She’s owes you that much, and I know that is what you’d want to do right now” she told him simply. “We don’t always do the right things, none of us are perfect. But we deserve the right to make it better if we can” she sighed. “That’s it” she said quickly as she tossed her hand up at him, moving to turn around and leave the front porch of the man’s home headed for her car.

Samuel listened as the woman spoke and he squinted at her slightly, didn’t she know he had every right to close the door in her face if he really wanted to do so right now. It would be that simple. He didn’t want to hear anything from Rachel, she wasn’t the one that owed him an explanation or apology. However, he listened to her, every word even if he didn’t want to. He licked his lips slowly and watched her as she departed from his presence “Rachel!” he called out to her. “Rachel” he repeated even as she kept walking.

Rachel ignored the man as she unlocked the car door and climbed inside to leave. She had said what was needed to say to the man and she didn’t plan on speaking on the subject further. It was between the both of them now, she felt compelled to say what she needed in regard to the part she played in it but that would be it. She couldn’t give him any more details, that he had to seek for himself from Mercedes own mouth.

Hearing a knock at her parents’ door Mercedes squinted slightly, who could it have been she didn’t know. “Stay right here” she told Cameron with a stern finger as she moved to walk out of the living room and towards the front door. She looked to see who was on the other side of the door before she opened it “Sam?” she breathed as she looked up at the man.

Samuel stood before the Jones’ front door with his hands in his pants pockets, he waited for someone to answer and when Mercedes did, he looked at her. “Hi” he breathed he didn’t know what else to say. He hadn’t thought this far ahead and now that he was here, he was conflicted. He wanted to curse her out no doubt but now as he stared into her brown eyes he couldn’t. “Look, I am pissed at you, I am so damn pissed at you, I can’t even think straight!” he said voice booming. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to end things with me, and because of a baby?” he asked her. “I would have given anything to be there, to help, to experience that with you! How could you be so got damn selfish?” he asked her seriously. “I loved you” he told her “I love you” he corrected “how could you do that to me Mercedes?” he said.

Mercedes waited for something to be said and he said ‘hi’ to her, which was a shocker considering. Before she could even get her own greeting out to him, he said what he felt deep down inside from the events that happened from the day before. She looked down unable to say anything at first, she knew she was wrong, and she didn’t really have an excuse for it at all. He was right, he was in love with her as she were with him and it was inconceivable that she did break it off with him and justifiably so. A child had not ruined everything but in her mind it would have. He believed in her, believed she would go off and make him proud. A baby was not a part of the deal, but it had not been a deal breaker. And perhaps it was her own immaturity that did not notice that until now. “Sam” she said softly, blinking gently as her eyes watered, tears filling it. “I didn’t want to let you down” she said blinking heavy tears, allowing them to fall as she looked up at him.

“Well, you ended up doing far more than that, you do realize that?” he asked her. “Keeping my son from me, was a bigger let down then the entire situation and all of its layers combined” he breathed. Samuel folded his arms over his chest as he looked at her still in disbelief a little.

Mercedes tucked her lips inward as she sniffled, her hand wiped away a few tears. Nodding her head at him she agreed with his statement, “I get that now, yes,” she breathed. “I don’t know” she shrugged a little, a bit of a cry leaving her lips after she did. “I didn’t say anything, and then he was here. And I just didn’t know what to say after that” she added. “I was confused, embarrassed” she listed. “It was stupid, and I am truly sorry Samuel. I did not mean for this too grow into all of this” she stressed. “I just didn’t know what to say, or how to even say it when I did find the words” she swallowed hard. “I never tended to hurt you, with any of this. The breakup or with keeping him as a secret from you” she said looking into his eyes.

Samuel listened to her, he continued to stand there with his arms crossed over his chest. In his heart of hearts, he didn’t feel she were lying about a single thing. Though his brain throbbed as he tried to understand what the hell possessed her. Even now, the move was one he could not have pictured her making. Not her out of all people in the World, it didn’t fit. He nodded his head back at her and he said “is he here? Can I see him?”

Mercedes watched him and she sniffled again, wiping more tears from her face. She dried the tears that rested under her chin with the back of her hand before she nodded her head. “Yes, of course” she nodded as she moved to allow him into her parent’s home. Opening the door wider from him she sniffled once more as she waited for him to walk in and once, he did, she closed the door behind him and locked it. “He’s in here” she said as she moved to walk through the home towards the living room where Cameron stood eating cheerios from a kid sized bowl while watching Blue’s Clues idly.

Samuel nodded his head and he moved into the large home; it was as he remembered it. Always neat, clean, and in decent order every time. He didn’t know why but in the moment all of the anger he had melted away. Not because he was understanding of the situation at this time but because it had been replaced with nervousness. He didn’t see fatherhood greeting him for at least another few years and now he was being thrown in it full speed, in a very instance. And he didn’t know what to think or how to feel about that, what if he wasn’t good at it? Despite that the boy didn’t even know him. As he followed Mercedes into the living room, he took the boy in, though it was only from behind he could tell how ridiculously adorable he was.  

“Cameron” Mercedes said sliding her hands in her back pockets as she watched him. “Someone is here to see you” she said to him softly. She watched the boy turn around, his hazel eyes moving from her to the taller man next to her and back to her familiar face. “Mama” he said in response back to her before he turned back to the bowl and placed another cheerio into his mouth chewing lightly. He turned back around before he moved to walk away from the bowl and towards his toy car. Mercedes stepped towards the child and hoisted him up into her arms pecking his cheek lightly moving closer to Samuel.

Samuel watched the little boy as he turned around, his full head of curls bouncing lightly as he looked between her and him then back to her cutely. He smirked a little, he looked like the perfect mix of them both, it was astonishing. The little boy continued his snack eating and playtime, ignoring them both until Mercedes moved to go pick him up walking over towards him “hey” he said waving at the little boy awkwardly.

Mercedes looked at Cameron and then grabbed the toy car that was stealing all of his attention, holding it in her hand and at her side. “Say hey” she said as she looked at him, he cowered in front of the tall man sticking his hands into his mouth as he looked at him. He pulled his hands down eventually and said “hey” before he rested his head on his mother’s shoulder shifting in her arms gently. “Cameron” she said softly as she shifted him in her arms again “this is your daddy” she said pointing to Samuel with the same hand the car was is.

Samuel watched the kid placing his hands in his pockets gently as she tried to get the little boy to interact with him. When the child finally did talk and then moved to hide himself away from Samuel he smirked. When she told the boy who he was he looked at her then at the little boy. He risked the chance and held his hands out for the boy, he could or could not come. What would it hurt?

Cameron watched Samuel and he looked at his mother before he leaned into the man and allowed him to hold him as well. He looked at the side of the man’s face, blinking a few times before he looked at his mother and then back at Samuel. Mercedes sat the car down on the couch and looked at Cameron again “daddy” she said pointing to Samuel again.

Samuel and the little boy glanced back and forth at each other, when he looked at his mother again Sam adjusted him in his arms. He hugged the boy to his chest gently closing his eyes as he basked in it for a moment or two. He opened his eyes again and he looked at the little boy who had his fingers in his mouth once more eyeing him.

Mercedes sat on the edge of the couch watching Samuel, she picked Cameron’s car up in her hand and she toyed with it for a moment. She looked between them both and the toy car a few times as the man got acquainted with his son for the first time.

Samuel moved towards the couch with the child in his arms and he sat down with him. Shifting the child in his lap he looked at Mercedes “how is it possible to be in love with someone you just met for the first time?” he asked her seriously.

Mercedes shifted on the couch and looked at Samuel, a smirking forming on her lips and she spoke. “I don’t know” quietly “it just happens, I can’t explain it” she said with a small chuckle as she looked at the child. “He looks just like you” she commented as she looked down.

Samuel looked at her and then back to their son, he hugged the boy close who was now stretched out across him watching tv again. He was a little more comfortable with him he guessed, and he relaxed himself on the couch. He looked back at her and smirked “no, he looks like you” he told her. He looked back at the little boy, he couldn’t believe one night filled with love and adoration for each other could create such perfection, but not only that night however perfection that would last them both a lifetime. “I can’t be mad at you” he told her seriously as he moved his hand to hers, grabbing it in his and holding it gently. “But I really wish I could have been there” he said sadly “he’s so perfect, I can’t imagine what it would have been like to see him when he was first born” he sighed.

Mercedes looked at Samuel again placing the boy’s car aside, as he grabbed her hand, she allowed him to. It was comforting receiving any kind of touch from him even after all of this time. At his words she looked at Cameron and then pulled her bottom into her mouth biting down on it hard. She didn’t say anything in response to him, there was plenty of photos, videos, and things she could show him, and she would in the future. She knew she owed him that and needed to make sure it was something that she did out of respect for him. “Despite how it panned out, I am glad that you finally got to meet him. And that you can now be a part of his life.”

Nodding his head at her, he said “thank you” quietly. “Especially for him, you could have done something totally different, but you didn’t. Thank you for that” Samuel said sensibly as he looked her in her eyes.

“The thought never crossed my mind” Mercedes replied back to him seriously, looking into his eyes once more.

#Samcedes fanfiction #samcedes rp #tag: one shots. #tag: prompts. #tag: os - everything works out in the end.

[dirty-urie]

Date Night Part Two

Since this was originally supposed to be one part, all the same warnings, disclaimers, and author’s notes still apply.

Part One Here

“Sara, sweetheart, food’s almost here,” he whispers thirty minutes later. He’s wearing pajama pants with no shirt, and his torso’s still wet from the shower he took to rinse off. “Do you wanna go get yourself cleaned up while I set up the coffee table to eat?” He asks.

Sara shakes her head, “I get clingy and needy after sex-”

Brendon cracks a grin because he knows this, of course.

“So you’re stuck with me for the next couple of hours,” she finishes.

“Mm, that’s fine with me, babe. I just want you to be comfortable,” he responds, kissing her forehead.

She moves up into the kiss and realizes that a shower might be nice after all, “Actually, I am a little sticky. Come into the bathroom with me?”

“Anything you want, love,” he says, scooping her up and carrying her to the shower.

He turns the water on for her and then goes to sit on the counter while she rubs off the sweat under the spray. “B?” She calls.

“Yeah?”

“I know it’s nothing fancy, but when you rubbed my clit in little circles, I nearly died on the spot. Normally when I’m alone, I just stroke back and forth, but god, it felt so good to feel something new,” she says. Brendon doesn’t respond immediately. “B?” She calls back timidly, shy now. “B?”

She’s getting worried that he left without her hearing, so she pulls back the shower curtain and has to choke back a moan. Brendon’s still sitting on the counter, his head tipped back on the mirror, palming over himself through his PJ pants.

“God, Sara, sorry, I just love hearing how I make you feel, and I couldn’t help it,” he tells her.

Sara shuts the water off and walks across the bathroom to Brendon, paying no mind to how she’s dripping all over the tile. She yanks him up to his feet and drops to her knees on the padded bathmat in front of the sink. She pulls his pants down just enough- no underwear, she observes without surprise- and takes him in her mouth, getting him slick enough that she can stroke him to total hardness with her hand. Once he’s fully hard, she takes him back in her mouth and sucks hard, making his knees tremble. She bobs her head up and down, stroking him with her hand when she doesn’t have his whole length in her mouth.

He’s bracing himself against the counter to stay upright and not buck into her mouth. She moves down to just stimulate the tip while quickly stroking over the rest of him.

“Can you come for me? Food is going to be here any minute,” she says, looking up at him with big eyes.

“You playing with yourself down there, baby? Getting all wet from sucking me off?” He asks, the dirty talk getting him closer to the edge.

“Oh, you know it, gets me so hot, making you feel good. I wish I had one of my new toys, though,” she pouts before licking his dick again.

Brendon gropes behind him blindly, trying to find… bingo! It’s not a vibrator, but it does, well, vibrate, he thinks, hitting the button on his electric toothbrush. He hands it to Sara, who puts it between her legs without hesitation, pressing it against her clit.

She goes weak, moaning a buzzy hum over his cock while she sucks. She knows he’s close by the way his balls are drawing into his body, so she goes ahead and lets herself go. Tightening the pressure around his cock.

“Shit, babe, I’m gonna come,” he warns, hips bucking. “Can I come in your mouth or…?”

She holds up a thumbs up, and he comes, most of it staying in her mouth, but some ends up dripping down her chin. She swallows, and Brendon hands her a wad of toilet paper to wipe off the rest with.

He tucks himself back into his pants and then helps her back to her feet.

“Can I have my toothbrush back, love?” He requests softly.

Sara blushes and takes the still-vibrating toothbrush out from between her legs, “Sorry, I forgot I still had that.”

“No worries,” he responds with a soft chuckle, kissing her forehead. He takes the toothbrush and turns it off before rinsing it off under the sink. “Gosh, you did a number on this thing. It’s soaked,” he marvels, “My perfect messy girl.”

Just then, there’s a knock at the door. “Perfect timing, must be the food. I'll deal with that while you get dressed?” He suggests, and she nods, still a little dazed from the orgasm. Well, orgasms, plural.

She goes back to his room, where she stashed her bag and rummages through it for her pink silk slip nightgown. It’s super simple, just spaghetti straps with a straight-across neckline and then deep pink fabric straight down to just below her ass, but Brendon loves it. She suspects it’s just because she can’t move very much without flashing her butt, but he insists that the slip itself is gorgeous.

As she’s getting dressed, she hears the door open and Brendon apologizing for his relative state of undress, saying he just got out of the shower. Brendon’s naked more often than he’s clothed, so Sara just shrugs it off until she hears a giggle and flirting coming from the delivery girl.

Brendon stammers out that he has a girlfriend, but he’s flattered, but that doesn’t seem to be deterring the delivery girl, who makes an extra point to linger her hand on Brendon’s as she hands him the food. Sara strides out of his bedroom, “Hey, B, have you seen my panties? I can’t find them in your bed or your bathroom or the kitchen or the sofa, so I wonder if I left them in your pocket during our multiple rounds of lovemaking,” She calls before pretending to spot him and the girl for the first time by the door. She scootches in next to him and kisses him on the cheek, plastering a sickly-sweet smile on her face. “My apologies, didn’t know you had a guest,” she lies, shooting death beams at the delivery girl whose hand is on Brendon’s bicep. The girl retracts her hand, and Sara grabs a twenty-dollar bill from her wallet on the doorside table to tip her. Sara knows Brendon would’ve already tipped her on the website, but this more of a ‘please don’t touch my boyfriend without his consent tip’ than a ‘thank you for your work tip.’ “Have a nice day, ma’am,” Sara tells her, shutting the door.

Brendon smirks, but there’s a weariness behind it, “Way to save the day, baby. Getting possessive?”

“No, I love it when others check you out. Just validates how hot I am for you. You just sounded like you do when you get overwhelmed at the grocery store, and I figured you were feeling a little claustrophobic,” she explains.

Brendon nods. “I don’t mind a flirt, but she was getting way too handsy. And even then, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world; I just felt a little vulnerable being shirtless and all. She probably just wanted a big tip. I bet that works for her a lot. And y’know, I probably shouldn’t have been shirtless at all. If I was in a restaurant, they’d have every right to kick me out, so really, I’m lucky she didn’t blacklist my address,” he rambles, turning to get plates and silverware from the kitchen.

Sara touches his shoulder and grabs the bags of food from him. “Hey, B, you don’t need to justify your feelings, okay? I get it; she was in your space. Both your personal space by touching you and your physical area by being near your home. But it’s sweet of you to give her the benefit of the doubt. You’re probably right, I would guess that works with nine out of ten guys; she was cute. And hey, I gave her a nice tip to get her to go away, so it worked on us too.”

“And you got to brag to a stranger about our hot sex life, so it really did all work out in the end,” Brendon half-jokes, and she’s happy to observe that any panic seems to have left his body.

“Mhm, my favorite hobby. Maybe we should order dessert, and I can change into something even more slutty. This shows my ass so nicely, but my chest is totally covered,” she suggests, and he cracks a real smile for her. “Seriously though, you’re totally good?”

“Yes, ma’am, everything’s perfect,” he responds, and he’s telling the truth.

“Good, let me set up dinner then. You go relax on the sofa,” she orders.

Brendon goes to sit on the couch, knowing better than to deny a direct request. Sara plates the food and brings it to the now dim living room, where Brendon’s lit three candles in the center of the table.

“Awww, how romantic,” she praises, settling against Brendon with their food.

“I had more romance planned, I promise, I just weighed my options, and I cared more about snuggling with my girl than trying to overdo it on decorating the living room,” Brendon responds. “I do still have wine in the fridge if you want that?”

She twists around to kiss him. “The romance level is perfect. Consider me totally romanced. I think I’ll wait on the wine until later if that’s okay? It’ll make me sleepy, and I’m still interested in a round two,” she says, resting her hand against Brendon’s thigh.

“Whatever you want is fine with me, love,” he says, sighing contentedly.

***

“You’re falling asleep, babygirl.”

“Am not.”

“Your eyes are closed.”

“Your eyes are closed.”

Brendon smiles, “Do you wanna keep watching the movie, or do you wanna go to bed? If you’re sleepy, that’s fine, but we’ve gotta move to the bedroom then,” he murmurs.

Sara moves off the couch and stretches, turning on the light. “I’m not even tired; I took a nap earlier. It’s just the dim lighting and carb surplus. C’mon, let’s keep watching, it’s only 10 and we’re not even to the, ‘paint me like one of your French girls’ scene.”

“Okay, if you insist, then we’ll soldier on. I’ll get dessert,” he agrees, getting up to head to the kitchen.

“Ooo what’s for dessert?” she asks.

“Cannoli and coffee,” he responds.

Sara moans playfully. “God, Brendon, I’m so turned on right now.”

Brendon rolls his eyes. “I’ll try not to take offense that you’re more attracted to sweets than me.”

Sara wraps her arms around his waist from behind him. “I’d choose you over cannoli any day. Someone could offer me a thousand cannoli and I’d scoff in their face and then go kiss all over you. I love you, babe. Thank you for a great date night,” she says before spinning him around to kiss him.

“I love you too,” Brendon whispers against her lips. “Tonight was wonderful, and I owe it all to you.”

#i have a confession to make #I’m not entirely sure if cannoli is plural or not #I googled it and googled said that it is officially plural #but normally it’s singular in America #and I didn’t want any asks like Cannolis isn’t a word #but I kinda feel like one of those white people who say Cooba #like maybe I’m right but I sound like I’m The Worst #I drew the line at Cannolo though #I’m overthinking it #my work #Brendon Urie #Panic! At The Disco #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #Brendon Urie Fanfiction #Brendon Urie x Sarah Urie #but not really #Brendon Urie x OC

[detectivecarlosreyes]

Series: Part 2 of Hidden Truths  / Link to Part 1: The Secrets We Keep

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Chapter summary:

Buck has moved into Eddie's place, Eddie has noticed something is up with him but he doesn't know what. Maybe things would have turned out differently if Buck had remembered to shut his bedroom door.

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Eddie loved having Buck around. As much as he loved Carla’s help with Christopher when he was at work, it just didn’t compare to having a second set of hands around the house when he was home. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t felt stressed as a single dad trying to get everything done in a day.

And now he had Buck there who was just there to fill in the gaps as if it was the easiest thing in the world. It hasn’t felt this easy since he lived with Shannon. Having him in the house made Eddie realise what he had been missing since he moved to LA.

Buck somehow managed to get the things done that Eddie never seemed to have at the forefront of his mind; Putting on a load of laundry before the hamper was overflowing, wiping down the cooktop of the stove before it was caked in layers of splattered food and oil and lastly but most importantly, keeping the freezer well-stocked with homemade frozen meals for the days when they would get home late and didn’t have the energy for cooking but were still in need of something substantial to eat.

There was only one thing that bothered him though, Buck had moved in a little over two weeks ago and Eddie, for the life of him, couldn’t put his finger on what was different about him. The only thing he noticed was that Buck was quieter, more subdued somehow, but Eddie couldn’t think of a reason why that would be.

He still kept to their usual routine of cooking the three of them breakfast or dinner when they had that time together, so they didn’t have to rely on Eddie’s woeful cooking abilities. He still lit up like the sun when Chris would ask him for help with something. And he was always ready to lend a hand whenever Eddie needed something done.

He fit seamlessly into their lives without breaking a sweat and yet it felt like Eddie was missing a vital piece of information, a piece to the puzzle that was Buck because at the moment he could see the puzzle, but he wasn’t actually seeing the picture it created. It bothered him, but he didn’t want to bring it up, because there wasn’t an actual problem to bring up and he knew that Buck would tell him if there was something wrong, wouldn’t he?

He finally got his answer a couple of nights later when he was woken up to the sound of low whimpers and whispers. He was generally a light sleeper, it came with the territory when you were in the army and it was something he’d never been able to shake since.

Getting up, Eddie padded his way down the hallway, expecting to find Christopher having a rare nightmare, something he hadn’t had for months now, only to find him sleeping soundly. Frowning, he listened again thinking maybe he had been imagining the sounds, only to hear more clearly now that they were coming from Buck’s room. And his door was open.

Eddie frowned even more deeply at that because in all the time Buck had stayed here, never once did he leave his bedroom door open. He must have been exhausted if he’d forgotten to do it this time.

Not entirely sure what to expect, Eddie hesitantly peered around the doorframe to see something he never could have anticipated.

In the silver moonlight that was filtering through the window by Buck’s head, Eddie could see that Buck was curled up in the foetal position facing the door, looking the smallest he had ever seen him. There was sweat beaded on his forehead and he had a white knuckle grip on his pillow which he had pulled tightly to his chest. Even from his position by the door, Eddie could see Buck’s lips moving as he murmured in his sleep, periodically making a sound louder than a whisper.

It was heartbreaking to witness Buck in such a vulnerable state, and before Eddie knew it his feet were carrying him to Buck’s bedside and he was reaching out to wake him from whatever bad dream he seemed to be having. Eddie hovered with his hand above Buck’s shivering form, wondering whether or not this was a good idea.  

Now that he was closer, he could see that the sweat was not just on Buck’s forehead but actually coating his body in a glistening sheen, matting his short untamed curls to his forehead.  While he tried to make up his mind, Buck uttered the first clear thing since he found him like this, “Christopher… where are you?...” he muttered into his pillow, “…need to…find you….”

Eddie couldn’t take it anymore, not with the amount of anguish he could hear even in Buck’s smallest of voices. The instant his hand contacted Buck’s exposed arm the guy jolted awake, blindly flailing his arms as if he was fighting an unseen force.

Eddie reacted quickly speaking to him as he manages to catch both of Buck’s forearms and pressed them to his chest “Buck! Buck, it’s alright, it's just me, its just Eddie.” It takes Buck a few beats, but he slowly takes in his surroundings, eyes eventually landing on Eddie.

“Eddie?” He managed to croak out, “What are you doing in my room?”

Seeing that Buck was back with him, Eddie released his arms but stayed close to the bed, “I could hear you from my room. You left your door open.” He ended up answering.

Buck sat up abruptly at that, eyes going almost comically wide, “Oh shit, Eddie! I forgot to shut it, I’m sorry for waking you.”  

“It's fine, I’m actually glad you did. Are you alright?” Eddie asked even though he already knew the answer.

Buck shrugged and looked down at his lap.  “Yeah, I’m fine. You should just go back to bed.”

Eddie considered the answer for a moment tempted to leave him be and just go back to sleep, that is until he eyed the glazed look in his face and saw the tremors wracking Buck’s body. He knew a bad nightmare when he saw one. “Hmm, nope. Come on.”

Eddie took Buck’s wrist and pulled him out of bed, ignoring the hushed protests coming from said man. He doesn’t release him until they were in his bedroom standing at the foot of the bed. He left him standing there but Eddie felt Buck’s eyes on him as he moved to close the door.

Buck stood there, mouth slightly agape, crossing one arm to rub the other. “Uh, Eddie? What are you doing?”

“Get in the bed Buck.” He said as he gestured towards it from his position beside the door.

“What?!”

“Get. In. The. Bed. It’s not rocket science.” When Buck still doesn’t move from his spot, he sighed and lay down onto his side of the bed and pats the spot next to him, “Look, I know how hard it can be to sleep after a nightmare. What I do know is that it’s easier when there’s someone next to you. So just get in the damn bed. I won’t bite.”

In the darkness, Eddie could see Buck’s silhouette standing there as he weighed it up in his head before he gingerly settled himself under the covers on the other side of the bed as far as he could be from Eddie. Even across the space between them, Eddie could feel the tension coming off Buck in waves and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to sleep until Buck was comfortable and relaxed.

“You were dreaming about the tsunami, weren’t you?” He asked quietly in the dark void of the bedroom, breaking the tense silence.

“How did you know?” Buck’s voice was small, barely louder than a whisper.

Eddie shifted his head and looked at Buck before rolling over to face him, sliding his hand under his pillow. “You were talking in your sleep before I woke you. Buck, that was so long ago, why are you having nightmares about it now?”

Just barely Eddie could see from Buck’s profile that he was staring up at the ceiling. “I haven’t had one in ages but then I had to recover that body from the river a few weeks ago.” He eventually ended us saying after a pregnant pause. “That’s what brought back the nightmares, it was a vivid reminder of what I saw when I was searching for Chris.”

Well, that explained why he reacted the way he did all those weeks ago. “So, this isn’t the first time you’ve had them, you had them back then too. Is that why you always sleep with your door shut? So we wouldn’t hear you?”

“Pretty much yeah.” Buck breathed out.

“Oh Buck, come here. I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.” Eddie reaches across the bed and tugs at Buck’s still-damp shirt until he was on his side facing Eddie, and he shuffled over so he could wrap his arms around Buck, so his face was against his chest. Buck stiffened at the unexpected hug before he slowly relaxed into Eddie’s arms with a sigh.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Buck mumbled into his shirt, his voice was thick with sleep as he valiantly fought to stay awake as if he knew that if he fell asleep again, it would just result in another nightmare. Peering down at Buck’s face Eddie felt this unexpected want well up inside him to kiss away the worry lines on Buck’s forehead. Feeling like that would definitely be crossing some sort of line, Eddie draws Buck in even closer instead, “I’m here now, so try to get some rest and I’m a light sleeper so I’ll wake you again it if it starts back up.”

That must have been what Buck was waiting to hear because barely a minute later his breathing was evening out, gently pressing the loose material of Eddie’s shirt against his skin in slow rhythmic breaths as his body tilted forward so he was resting more heavily against Eddie than he was before.

Eddie stayed awake for longer though, thinking about the situation he’d put himself in. Nothing about this felt uncomfortable, Buck was his best friend and holding him like this, in an almost intimate way felt so normal. And that’s what had him wondering. Wondering if what he’s feeling was platonic love or romantic love. For goodness sake, he had just thought about kissing his best friend’s head which was a sentiment that has never crossed his mind before.

Has he gone from loving Buck as a friend, to think that there might be something more to it than just that? If so, when did that happen? He has loved having Buck’s friendship, and yet now, in this moment it felt like how it was when he was with Shannon. And it felt good, better even, than he could have thought possible. But what would Buck think about it? He’s only here in the bed right now because he was in a vulnerable state with nightmares clouding his judgment.

It was too late now for him to be thinking about this, and maybe he was imagining things with exhaustion pulling at the edges of his consciousness. He’ll consider everything when he wakes up, thinking about it properly with a clear head, but right now he was content, cradling Buck’s sleeping form to his chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and maybe, just maybe it was.

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