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[bistrocule]

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Collective name is SOA, collective pronouns are it/its and he/him [and any alternative spellings of he/him: hy/hym(n), hx/hxm, etc.], NO they/them and NO it&/you& type pronouns. Also, masculine terms, and the most important blacklist, NO human terms.

We are a bunch of Bistro Huddy fictives. This blog is not limited to Bistro Huddy, we just wanted our own group blog, to get away from main, I guess? I don't know, I wasn't consulted. [-Terry]

We don't have a DNI, but we'll say BYF we're pro-endo.

You should read this fanfic. [-Terry]

Headmate list and tagging system under the cut.

[ Name - emoji - pronouns - gendered terminology - age ]

-- Terry Alderidge - 🐻 - he/it - masculine - 46-54 - Also goes by Teddy and Sparrow. Used to have the names Scott Spruce and Gilbert Douglas, but I went back to Terry [and took my wife's last name]. - Married to Rosalie Alderidge. - Described by wife as a "sexy Southern sadistic sodomite" and a "cute cuddly cannibal". Which people seem to enjoy. [-Terry]

-- Clary - 🎆 - they/them - feminine + neutral - 23 - Transfemme non-binary fictive of the mixologist. - Fun fact: They hastily chose the name Clary as an alternative spelling of our ship name, clerry. They thought they would change it later, but they turnt out to actually like it. [-Terry]

-- Rosalie Alderidge - 🍓 - she/her - feminine - 29-34 - Rosie, Rose. - Previously Beau (he/him). - Fictive of Brad. - Married to Terry Alderidge. - Look at her art.

-- Ezra Owens - 🍾 - he/him - masculine - 26 - Fictive of Clint, the mixologist. - The hottest, conventionally speaking.

-- Nicole - 🎇 - she/hxr - feminine - 26 - That's she/her and shx/hxr, to be clear. - Fun fact: She's the one that made this blog. The icon is hxr personal icon; the original username was bistrosapphic. That changed very quickly. [-Terry]

-- Pickles - 🥒 - he/they/it - masculine + neutral - 22-25 - Fun fact: 'Secretly' his 'real name' is Dean. For some reason. It's an exomemory, but they don't know why. - Also it's a twink. I find this important to note, they're a twink, they wear a rainbow tie-dye crop top, and he has curly hair. He's tiny and adorable. [-Terry]

-- Nico - 🧇 - he/it - masculine - 28 - I'm only assuming he uses masculine terms... I have no idea how we even know he's 28... he hasn't filled out PluralKit or Simply Plural... [-Terry]

-- Joey Cattaneo - 🥩 - he/she/ask - see below - 26 - he/him, she/her, choose one, alternate, doesn't matter - Alternative spellings as well. shx/hxr, hx/hxm, hy/hym(n) - Yes: Man, girl, dad, father, girlfriend, wife, spouse, nonna, feminine and neutral appearance descriptors [pretty, beautiful, cute, etc.] - No: Woman, boy, mom, mother, boyfriend, husband, handsome, bigender. - Very canon-divergent, but still very source connected. - Married to Trick Cattaneo.

-- Trick Cattaneo - 🧨 - he/it/xy - masculine - 29-31 - xy/xym/xys/xymself [pronounced he/him] - Trick is canonically short for Patrick. Do not call him that. - Married to Joey Cattaneo.

-- Avery Dean - 🐄 - he/it - masculine - 26 - Fictive of Terry.

We're all dating, hence the bistrocule. The only pairs that aren't dating are the three gay men [Terry, Pickles, Avery] not dating the non-men [Clary and Nicole], except for Terry and Clary, because they were already together and in love before Clary realised that they're trans.

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There are also some that will not be active. Including Taylor and the kids.

-- Taylor - 🍹 - he/him - masculine - 28 - Fictive of Clint, again. - He may be mentioned, but he left front immediately. [-Terry]

-- Benjamin Alderidge - 🐐 - he/him - masculine - Benji or Jack. - Parents are Terry and Rose. Terry carried.

Rosie and I plan to have more kids. She's already got another one on the way. Joey also plans to have kids with Avery and Trick. So, there will be more. [-Terry]

We tag 'nsfw' but not 'nsft'. Could be a wide range of things.

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[musicmushi]

Focus, Wandering, and needing to be Heard

I am not currently sure what I’m supposed to accomplish here. I have a list of things that I should be doing. A terrifying focus of should bes but never are. I should script, I should edit, I should focus on art, I should focus on family, pets, clean, focus, focus, focus…

Focus on what I need but what is a need when you live your life for others. For the focus and attention of others. The praise of loved ones or worse…strangers. What is a need without the knowledge that others would praise you for reaching it. Meeting it like an old friend or a new acquaintance in the sullen alleyway of yourself. Meeting an old aching need like agreeing to chat with a friend over coffee. The light jazz sprinkles our words with a special emphasis that says ‘this is here. This is now.’ Meeting aq new need that feels self-taught, self-created, innovated by the devil's idle hands. In the loneliness of quiet when there is no one to meet. No one to update but myself and the moon.

The moon feels like it could be a good listener. The waxing and waning crescents wipe away the old to gladly accept the new, the harvest at its fullest ready to sit and to ponder. To let the silence simmer and the stars shimmer in information shared like a secret betwixt lovers only to have the crescent become eager for knowledge once more. Am I afraid to continue shouting into the silence? Do I fear the moon not care for me anymore? The universe does not care for any one individual so then why must we be plagued by the desire to be heard. Why does the notion that the moon does not listen hurt? Why must I always hinge my creations on the praise of others? Of strangers?

Why must we crave loved ones? Humanity has been built on community and the instinct of pack mentality. Being Shepard'd as one of the herd. One of the herd begging to be heard. It’d feel like a joke if it weren’t so tragic. I’ve seen people put trust in the stars. As if the galaxy could tell anyone anything about themselves and how they can judge others. I beg the moon to listen to my cries of loneliness and yet I know the moon does not care. The stars were not built out of empathy. There is not a fortune to be spelled out amongst the stardust that dances in the night sky. No matter how many stars you manage to count, there will never be an answer. You will not gain access to self-knowledge nor will the galaxies give you any excuse to belittle others.

If the star signs give you personal stories to tell, tell them with your full chest! However, you should never forget empathy. You must always maintain enough empathy to know that you will never truly know anyone enough to judge, berate, or belittle them for being different than you. Never let those giant balls of gas traveling at the speed of light, being the measures for light speed, they are not built with empathy. Never let the stardust excuse your ignorance and hurt you cause others. Never let the twinkling lights in the night explain away your monstrosities. Stars can mean quite a lot to a lot of people, but they do not give permission to ANYONE to abuse.

Anything that gives you self-hope should not also fuel your cruelties.

But who am I to say such things? I’m but a lone stranger writing my thoughts into the nether because I cannot think of anything else to focus on. Who am I to request to be listened to?

I don’t know what I crave from doing this. I wonder if I post it, perhaps someone will read it. Maybe someone can tell me that I did a good job? Perhaps I can be informed that I made some excellent points. That I’m truly well read and poignant and artistic and creative. That I truly am smart and wonderful and friendly and courageous and all the things we always secretly wish we are.

Or maybe I’m searching for empathy? I cast my message in a bottle and toss it out to sea with the vain hopes that this reaches someone else who only has themself and the moon to open to. Maybe I’m reaching for another soul that reads what I say and feels a sort of connection. Someone that would hopefully not feel as alone as when they started. Is that selfless? Or do I still just want validation from strangers. ‘Look at that young man! He reached out to the lonely and the broken! What a good man that is!!’

Is wanting to hear that selfish? Does that defeat the purpose of compassion, selflessness, and empathy?

…Do those answers matter?

I’m left to think about that episode of Sanders Sides where Janus (Deceit) emphasized the importance of self-care. Selfish is bad but self-ish behavior can be lifesaving. You should not wait for a catastrophe to remember that your own self matters just as much as others.

Selflessness and compassion are wonderful virtues but what happens when you focus so much on compassion for strangers or loved ones that you run out of energy for yourself? And when is there “enough” self-care?

When is it ever enough??

When will I feel heard?

When can I focus on others?

When does what I want or need matter?

When will I make a sound?

When, when, when, nothing but when buzzing around in my brain. A static buzz begging for a timeline. A set date where everything works out and finally falls into place. I know wanting such things is foolish but without power, all I have is wants. Foolish, stupid wants.

Let me put my line in the sand. My pencils are sharp enough; even the dull ones will make a mark. Fuck it, let's do this!

[oceanicxeyes]

When Walter agreed to letting him offer his request, Walter smiled and quickly nodded his head, clearly pleased that he could at least do something nice for someone who had been nice to him in return. Again, small acts of kindness were so rare than when they happened, the bartender couldn’t help but to feel drawn to that sort of person. It was one of those things. Where someone had their own light, a presence so serene that reminded him of the sea on a calm day. Just laying on his back and letting the currents determine which way he was supposed to go. That was the feeling he got whenever someone was kind. When someone would put the interests of others above their own. Not everyone was capable of looking forward. Too many were too fixed on their own reflection.

“Black coffee? I like black coffee too!” Walter ran his fingers over his wet hair again and turned on his seat, glancing around the coffee shop until he successfully caught the eye of one of the waiters after five minutes waving his hand in the air. Again – it was too crowded so it was very hard to see him. He understood. Too many people and limited staff. They were definitely not equipped for a scenario like this. “Hi! Thanks for coming!” All smiles, all kindness. The poor staff was probably begging for the rain to stop anytime now. Too many people, too many orders. “Can I have two black coffees and…do you have a Panini? I am really, really craving one.” The waited smiled and nodded and Walter thanked him as politely as he could before returning his attention to Matthew, one eyebrow arching at the question being presented by the other man.

“Oh – it’s not a… strip bar. So no lap dancing, I’m afraid. I mean, unless someone girates their hips on your lap, we don’t have lap dances. It’s a regular club. Lots of people pouncing and dancing, loud music.” Yet, he sure loved the chaos of it all and getting to meet new people from behind the bar and bringing a smile to their faces with their drink of choice. “You want a martini? It’s easily done but everyone picks the martini. Is it because of the olives? I never truly understood why people always love the olives.”

Was he really being that nice? Matthew sure as hell didn't think so. Perhaps Walter wasn't too used to people with actual manners or good intent, but he figured it made no difference. He wanted to figure out what that familiar vibe about Walter was, and now that he was met with such eagerness, all he could do was accept it in an equally optimistic measure.

"Well, I mean-- Since you're giving me so many options here..." he teased in response, his body language clearly hinting at the light hearted nature hidden behind the gruffy look. "I wouldn't mind you paying for my coffee, thank you. Call me boring, but I'll have a regular black coffee... And now I'll have to pay this club of yours a visit."

He leaned back, studying Walter with his eyes for a moment. It wasn't every day that he ran into someone so nice. He was too used to the military types who thought being jerks was the national sport. Any interaction as pleasing as this one was welcome.

"So what kinda club is this? Am I getting a martini or a lap dance?"

[dr4cking]

BIRTHDAY SMUT

Birthday Boy.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |

a/n : we love spoiling our ferret boy and thank you for requesting! <3

y/n look up at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall. its 12am sharp, confirming the next date has arrived, which means that it's June 5 now.

she was feeling excited and nervous as she finishes wrapping up the present that she will give to one of her best friends, draco malfoy.

they had been best friends for long years, it started in 2nd year and became inseparable since then and now they both are already graduated.

as they grew up they often flirted with each other, always got jealous when the other see another person.

they both knew that they always wanted to be 'more'. the sexual tension between the two is becoming too hard to ignore, but they were too scared to ruin their friendship.

she stood in front of her mirror, taking the last look at herself. she decided to dress up, it was a special day after all.

she wore a dark green satin dress because draco's favorite color is green and paired it up with silver heels. she had decided to put black lingerie underneath her dress incase 'it' happens.

she had asked her parents to let her stay in malfoy manor today so she can celebrate draco's birthday. and because their parents know each other too, they let her stay there.

she swishes her wand and in a second she was apparated to malfoy manor hall, it was really dark but she still managed to found his bedroom, she knocks softly on his door not wanting to wake his parents.

the door opened, revealing the blonde-haired guy who stood straightly with a genuine smile on his face.

draco is wearing his usual black suit which always making him look hotter than he already is.

she feels her heart will going to jump out of its place at any second when she cant take her eyes off of him.

"you came," he said as he greeted and taking her hand in his guiding her in. they both sit at the edge of his bed.

"of course, i wouldnt miss my best friend's birthday, making sure i was the first celebrating your birthday." she laughed softly making draco chuckle.

"you look so beautiful in that dress, love. green really suits you.”

draco once again take her hand in his and brought it to his lips and kiss it, making her cheeks heated at his action and the nickname he just called her.

"here, happy birthday draco." she placed the gift in his hand.

his eyes lit up and he immediately opens it, making y/n getting more nervous waiting for his reaction.

"oh merlin! this is so cool y/n!! i love it so much!"

he took out the black ring that had a snake symbol carved in it from its place and put it on his ring finger, taking a look and admiring it.

"i’m so glad you like it, draco! i wasnt sure what to get you then i remembered you've been looking at this ring when we passed the store last week"

"thank you so much y/n!! you dont have to do this i appreciate it so much, you're the best thing that ever happened to me, love."

he pulls her by her waist and kisses her forehead, thanking her.

no one has ever treated him like the way she does and he's so grateful to have someone like her in his life.

"aww stop it draco or i will cry in front of you now" she laughs, nudging his elbow making him laughs too but he suddenly stopped and looking at his lap.

"whats wrong, dray? are you okay? did i do something wrong?" she asks worriedly tilting his chin making him looking up at her.

"i'm afraid that i have to say this, y/n..” he takes a big sigh looking into her eyes.

“what is it? tell me i wont judge, draco”

“i- i think i’m in love with you, y/n. no! i know that i am in love with you, i have always been."

he inhales deeply and broke the eye contact, looking anywhere but her eyes, knowing his sudden confession would make him lost her this instant.

"draco, look at me" y/n said as she tilts his chin again making him look at her.

"oh god.. i’m sorry y/n i shouldnt have said that! i was just- its just i- i cant hold it anymore y/n. i need to get this out of my chest and now look, i just ruined us"

"oh draco.. you're not ruining anything, quite the opposite actually, you just made the right move, i'm in love with you too, idiot, always have been."

she chuckles and cupped his face in her hands, pressing both of their foreheads, looking at each other causing a shy smile to appear back on his face.

he tilted his head and wasting no time to smashed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately, showing her how much he loves her which she gladly returned with the same passion.

he put one of his hands on her throat and the other on her waist pulling her closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged softly on his hair making him moan into the kisses.

as the kiss turning into a full makeout, he lays her down to his bed, resting both of his hands on the side of her head still kissing her hungrily.

his suit already thrown out on the floor and her heels too. she snapped back to reality and realizing what is gonna happen then flipping their position over and now she is on top of him straddling him.

"let me do all the work draco, today is all about you, wanna make this special and a night to remember, let me make you feel good, love."

she slowly grinding against him after earning eager nods from him, both of them let out a moan at the feeling.

then she gets down and started to unbuckle his belt, kissing his growing tent and palming him through his trousers causing him to squirmed under her touch.

getting excited she pulls his trousers and boxers down, throwing them somewhere as draco's hard swollen cock sprang free and standing tall in front of her, begging for attention.

she moans at the pretty sight, licking her lips, craving to feel him. she runs her fingers around him and placing soft kisses on his inner thighs before going up to the part he needed the most.

draco let out a throaty groan when y/n finally take his hard cock in her hands pumping him, his body jolted out as he feels y/n kitten lick his tip, his hand founding its way to her hair.

she looks up to him with innocent eyes who already watching her movements, she smiles and took his balls in her mouth making draco instantly moan her name, his other hand gripped on the sheets.

then she pulls out to rest her jaw and lick a straight line on his cock from the base to the tip then going all in, his cock feels so heavy and full in her mouth, draco is already a moaning mess.

"fuck y/n- feels so g-good.." her name repeatedly left his lips like a prayer as he keeps moaning her.

she bobbed her head up and down at a steady pace, hollowing her cheeks and pulling draco deeper each time she suck him.

"yes y/n, just like that, fuck.. feels so fucking good"

she swirls her tongue around his length, sucking on his tip and taking him back inside her mouth again, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that she couldnt fit in her mouth at the same pace making sure that part got pleasures too.

he bucked his hips accidentally making her gagged and choked out, saliva dripping off her mouth and eyes watering.

"shit i’m sorry y/n!" he said as he watches her struggling.

"do that again, draco."

y/n replied as she took him back inside her mouth, and hand still stroking his cock. draco groaned and buck his hips again, making her gagged and moaning at the same time, the vibration sending him near to his high.

she noticed his cock twitched in her mouth and begin to suck faster and deeper, her hand move to his balls and massaging them helping him reach his high.

he let out a low scream of her name as he shots his warm liquids down to her throat, his legs are shaking. y/n moaned and pulls him out showing draco that she swallowed all of his cum. he smirked and mutters a 'good girl' to her.

"how was it, draco?" she asks him smirking as she slowly sat up and straddling him again.

"fuck.. you have no idea y/n.. that was amazing, the best i ever had" he replied as he still catching his breath.

she smiles at him and takes off her dress slowly showing draco her black lingerie. his pupils widened at the view in front of him.

"god y/n.. you are insanely gorgeous, you look so hot in this lingerie, darling. are you preparing all of this for me? planning all of this cause you know this is going to happen, yeah?"

his hands are now roaming around her body, admiring her in every way he could. she blushes and nodded, taking her lingerie off of her showing draco her full body making him embarrassingly moaned at the view.

she starts grinding her now bare cunt on his still hard cock, earning a soft whimper from the boy under her. his hands instantly gripped her hips helping her grinding faster, her wetness now coating his cock.

"now enjoy the ride, mr. malfoy" she said as she lifts her body and pumps his cock lining his tip against her lubricating it with her juices making both of them groaning at the sensation.

she sunk down on his cock, filling her up in a perfect way. its like their bodies fit together and were made for each other.

they’re moaning each other as draco is fully inside her. she paused and take a few seconds to adjust to his size.

"mhm.. fuck- you're so big draco.. fill me up so good inside"

she starts bouncing up and down, resting her hands on draco's chest as she picks up her pace, throwing her head back and screwing her eyes shut in pleasure.

"you're so tight y/n, wrapping my cock so tight, taking me so well" draco praises between his moans, his hands gripped harder on her hips helping her bouncing faster.

"do you like how i ride you, dray?" she leaned into his ear, blowing her hot breath and biting his earlobe making him shuddered.

"y- yes mommy" draco's breath hitched as y/n suddenly going faster, her walls now hugging his cock very tight.

she let out a groan hearing draco called her 'mommy'.

placing her lips on his jawline, licking it then going down to his neck, sucking hard as she found his sweet spot causing draco to moan his raspy voice into her ear, turning her even more.

y/n starts to give him her lovebites and marking him as hers sending butterflies to his stomach.

she put her hand on his throat, choking him lightly while her other hand toying with his nipple, making draco whine. pulling her closer to him and captured her lips on his to muffle his moans.

she broke the kiss and screaming his name out loud as his cock nearly brushing her cervix and hitting her g-spot.

"shit.. you feel so good inside me dray"

she rolled her hips faster on his cock, her tits bouncing up and down in front of him and he caught her nipple in his mouth and buried his face on her breasts, enjoying the warmness.

"ah- you feel so good too, fuck- never felt this good mommy"

his breath got stuck and he feels his cock twitched inside her indicating both of them that he was close, y/n seems close too as she bites her lips feeling the coil in her stomach tightened.

"cum for mommy, baby boy"

y/n rolls her hips and bouncing faster, tightening her grip on his throat.

and that was it for draco, he moans her name out loud not caring if someone might hear as he spilled his cum inside, filling her to the brim, ropes of his warm cum shooting inside her.

y/n cant help but cum all over his cock at the feeling of his cum shooting inside her nonstop, her walls clenching and squeezing hard on him.

both of them are a mess, legs shaking, vision blurry as they were on cloud nine, she rolled her hips lazily to ride out their orgasms before collapsing on top of draco, both panting heavily.

"fuck you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that, love" draco said softly as he caressing her cheeks pulling her in for a sweet loving kiss.

"happy birthday, draco." y/n broke the kiss smiling at him tiredly, giving lovely kisses all over his face.

"best birthday ever, thank you my love for everything. i love you so much..” he kissed her lips one more time.

“i love you so much too, dray.”

those were the last words they spoke before both of them drifted off to sleep with a smile on their faces.

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[writing-in-april]

Taking Care

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer needs Reader to help him relax after some people were unkind to him.

A/N: This is my last and final fic for my 750 follower celebration!! Thank you for all the support I received on all of the fics, I’m glad people were just as excited to read them as I was to write them. Thank you to all the people who helped me work out all the ideas for the fics- extra special thanks to @spencers-dria who helped come up with a few of the ideas and helped me edit sometimes! This fic was a request from @safertokiss and I felt like it was a good one to end on. Hope you all enjoy! Next week I’m going to knock out some of my requests and then- the first part of my series is coming out!

Warnings: 18+, Mommy kink, Spencer is a sad boi at first, Lots of praise, Oral sex (F receiving), Handjob

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.4K 

As soon as Spencer came through the front door you could tell something was off. His shoulders were slumped forward, his hair hanging over his eyes, and he didn’t give you the normal greeting he gave when he came home.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You approached him slowly. He was toeing off his shoes to put in our shoe rack, but all his movements were tinged with lethargy. He looked absolutely exhausted; what was supposed to be an easy paperwork day had obviously turned out to be anything but easy.

“Nothing…” His tone did little to convince you that ‘nothing’ was wrong.

“If you don’t want to talk about it that's fine, but I know it’s not nothing.” You opened up your arms a little and prompted him to move closer to you, “Come here.”

He gladly took your warm embrace and practically slumped into you. You could feel the tension already starting to melt away from him just from a simple hug, fully showing how much he needed to relax. Normally, he didn’t like people touching him, but there was something about you that made him want to hold you tight and never let go.

“Um-Well, what happened was that-gosh it seems so silly. Morgan and Elle laughed at me before we all left when I ranted about the new Star Trek episode we watched together...” Anger started to radiate through you at his words, you never understood why people would make fun of Spencer for his ranting, it was one of your favorite parts about him. You were already planning in your head on giving Morgan and Elle a piece of your mind the next time you saw them. You were slightly surprised he was opening up this quickly to you. Usually, it took him at least a few hours for him to be able to speak with you about troubling events.

“Your feelings aren’t silly baby. It’s ok if you’re upset about it.” You spoke soothingly to him while rubbing circles with your thumbs into his shoulder blades. An idea of how to further take care of Spencer then sprung up into your mind. “Do you need Mommy today? Would that make my baby boy feel better?”

He ducked down into your shoulder in response to your whispered words into his ear. You couldn’t see his cheeks, but you were sure they were flushed a deep red.

“Yeah, I’d like that, Mommy.”

You then gently guided him towards your bedroom, having him sit down at the edge of the edge of the bed while you sat above him. When you began to kiss his beautiful plush lips he moaned into you, clearly craving your touch. But, when you moved to start undoing his slacks to try and relieve some of that aching tension he stopped you hands.

“Do you want to stop, baby? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Worry instantly flooded through you, afraid that Spencer felt uncomfortable all of a sudden and wanted to be left alone.

“No, I don’t want to stop. Can I make you feel good first, Mommy?”

“No, baby boy it’s all about you tonight.” Most people would probably call you insane for turning down such a sweet offer, but you wanted to take care of Spencer tonight.

“Please, Mommy?” He begged with the sweetest puppy dog eyes that melted your resolve.

“Alright, alright I’ll let you, no need to pout, baby.” You peeled off the leggings you were wearing to reveal a basic red thong you had pulled on without much thought this morning. They may have been a simple style, but Spencer’s eyes went wild when your lower half was revealed to him. He still didn’t reach out to you yet, you hadn’t given him permission to touch you yet. When you eventually got comfortable laying down on the bed propped up on your elbows you crooked your finger towards Spencer, beckoning him over. “I give you permission to touch me.”

“Thank you, Mommy.” He said before hooking your thong to the side, he was far too impatient to take them off himself. Whenever Spencer got permission to eat your pussy he went absolutely rabid, his tongue gliding over you so fervently it felt like your nerves had been lit on fire.

After he was sure he had explored every part of you, he dipped his head down to circle his tongue at your dripping entrance. You reached your hands up to pinch your hardened nipples through your shirt as Spencer continued his assault on your core.

“Am I doing a good job, Mommy?” He mumbled right into your core, just loud enough that you could hear him. God, his mouth was so skilled. He had been so inexperienced when you first met him and now he knew how to get you over the edge in a matter of minutes.

“Y-you’re doing so so gooood for Mommy.” You moaned out hotly, teetering close to an orgasm while rolling your hips into his face. He let out a hum of satisfaction into your core, then sucking your clit between his lips. It only took a few more seconds of his ministrations before you were falling off the edge, cumming right on his face. Spencer greedily licked up all your juices causing you to involuntarily squirm from the slight overstimulation, he always loved the way that you tasted.

Once you had caught your breath you engulfed Spencer into a bruising kiss that you made sure to dominate swiftly by slipping your tongue into his mouth. You released his lips after a few minutes of appreciating them, now more focused on giving him what you had promised.

“Thank you, my good boy. Now, let me reward you, baby.” You praised while peppering hickies and pressing kisses down his exposed skin until you fully slid down onto your knees.

Delicately you pulled his belt out of its loops and undid his slacks, revealing his tightening blue boxers that also had started to get soaked from his precum. You reached forward to stroke his cock still confined by his underwear, pulling a needy whine from him.

“Aww, you need Mommy to take care of you, don't you?” He bobbed his head eagerly at your words, prompting you to free him from his boxers that were keeping his aching cock caged. The head of his cock was flushed a deep red and glistening, standing up curved against his belly, serving as a testament to how much he needed you.

You grabbed a bottle of lube from your bedside table, popping the cap and dripping it all over his cock. The weight of him in your palm was heavy as you started to stroke his cock, making sure to drag over every inch of him slowly everytime you pumped your hand. Precum was dribbling down heavily from him and mixing in with the lube as you deftly worked him up to euphoria. A particularly breathy noise left his lips when you started to focus your attention around the head of his cock, flicking your thumb slightly each time to brush past the slit slightly.

“I’m sorry- Mommy I can’t hold it, I’m gonna cum.” His words high pitched and whiny with tears prickling in his eyes while he bucked his hips up desperately into your hand. It wasn’t surprising to you that he wasn’t going to last long, poor baby needed to release all of that tension.

“No need to say sorry, today’s all about you. Go ahead, baby boy, cover my fists.” You used both of your hands to jerk him hard and fast, you didn’t want to drag it out for him, he had been so good for you. He let out a few ah, ah, ahs! before spilling over and covering your hands. His eyes went wide when you then leaned forward, licking up all the evidence off of your hands and his belly. Then, pressing one kiss to his cock that made him shiver.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Mommy.” Spencer whimpered out as he watched you carefully clean up the mess you had made of him. He then remarked bashfully, “I’m sorry for cumming so quickly.”

“No more apologies, you were following the directions I gave you like the good boy you are. Thank you for letting me take care of you, Spencer. Mommy loves taking care of you”

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[neoaevis]

Fluff 3 and Smut 50 with haechan request, thank youu!❤

Heyy bby this is for you hope you enjoy and I hope the outcome is how you picture it or at least close to how you picture it, if there are typos forgive me I only wrote this on my phone💋

Warnings: Daddy Kink,Pregnant Sex,Unprotected Sex(Wrap it up bishh),Insecurity,Smut,Smut,Smut(that's it I guess¿)

#3:Your Pretty Even If You’re Pregnant

#50: Call Me Daddy

Being pregnant brought your utmost insecurity, mostly when you buy clothes and eating, being pregnant means having to buy the biggest size possible for your growing belly, and for having a weird craving and weird eating time also due to your insecurity you and Haechan have restrained from having sex but mostly you, he sometimes offer it but you refuse.

One night you were rummaging over your old clothes that you used to like but you felt so depressed because none of them fits you and it pains your husband to see you like that so he tries to comfort you by sitting down beside you and giving you some sugary words.

“Haechan it’s weird isn’t it there is a baby inside me and it’s so big” you said as you wipe of your tears

“No it’s actually amazing” he said smiling at you

“But Im so big now and everything is so different which makes me afraid” you said as you feel like tearing up again, which happens all the time during your pregnancy.

“Your Pretty Even If You’re Pregnant” he said with sincerity as he held your cheeks and gives you a kiss on your lips, it makes you blush as if you were a highschool girl again, like it’s your first time being kissed.

The kiss was gentle and loving for a few minutes, then you slinged your arms in his neck, you open your mouth for a second to breath and he seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and the next moves were no longer gentle, his hands explored your body from your thighs till your belly rubbing it gently before letting go “I want you Y/N” your insecurity was eating you up again having thoughts that what if you can be like before what if it turns him off seeing your big belly while having sex, Haechan seems to notice this and gives you a reassuring smile “It’s ok Y/N we don’t have to if you don’t like” he said while standing up “N-no Haechan I-I want you too” you stood as you grab his face kissing him, he then carries you to the bed kissing every exposed skin you have as he tugs your shirt seemingly asking for permission in which you gave a nod your belly was big but Haechan did not mind a bit instead was happy to have a little one that’s part you and part him growing inside to you, he gives your belly a peck until up to your breast unclasping the strap at the back, first he massaged your breast before sucking it giving both boobs equal attention, you feel your breast going hard as he sucks you, after giving it satisfaction he now trails down until he was met with your panty giving your clit a kiss and slowly removing it and damn it was soo hot for you to see. Hachan started by licking your clit to sucking it with the most gentleness he can, which makes you moan the more he sucks the more you keep wanting more.

"Hae-haechan please" you said whimpering needy for his touch

"Tell me what you want baby" he said as he stopped what he was doing

"I want your finger inside please" you begged him and he agrees to your request by pushing one finger inside and sucking your clit, the scene was so erotic that you feel a know in the pit of your stomach

"Your cumming this soon, I've barely touched you" he said boosting his ego as he inserts another finger fastening his pace making you whimper from the pleasure, loud sounds of moans and skin to skin sounds resonated through the room and soon after you came undone in his touch.

You felt too good from his touch and you wanted to return the favor so you grabbed his dick within his cloth earning a groan from him "I want to suck you off" you said looking at him

He rested his body in the bed while you settle in between his legs, you pull his shorts down along his boxer and you were welcomed with his fully erect dick leaking with pre-cum, you give it a lick which makes Heachan whimper, you suck him of slowly but deep while looking into his eyes up and down you go slowly which is so painful for Haechan so he grabbed you hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulls you toward his face "Baby you would need to go faster I won't be able to take it if you go more slower" he said as he now pull you towards his dick pushing you really deep and it touch your throat and you cried due to the pain and lust you felt he then pulls you up next he thrusted into you while he makes you suck him deep everytime and faster as time passes by "Oh shit shit shit Im close" he then burst inside you making you feel the salty beads of his cum.

As he recovers from his climax the next thing you do is sit on his lap getting hold of his dick and pushing it inside of you you started in a slow pace feeling his dick inside you once again and you kiss him in his lips feeling every love he gives, everything about him was pleasurable you thought to yourself, you were too drunk in pleasure when you blurted out "Daddy" which makes Haechan stop shook at what you said, he had this though that you might want things to be rough, he then get's a hold of your neck to make you face him "Call me Daddy" he ordered you "Daddy" you obliged to him making him smirk with a full on ego he thrusts inside you "Your such a whore baby" he said as you whimper in each of his thurst and soon he places you on below him on a missionary position making you yelp "Daddy will fuck you so good baby" he said and you actually loved it, the pleasure was too much for you too handle and so you felt you second climax you clench"Da-daddy I-I I am cu-cumming" you said unable to stop yourself from stuttering " Wait for me baby I-m almost there" he thrusts inside you in full speed in a minute his pace slows down signalling he is almost cumming "Together baby" and so you both came together, he filled you up with his seed as he gives you three sharp thrusts, after he pulls out he lays on his stomach beside you, while you were dripping beside him catching your breath.

Haechan chuckles facing you "You should call me daddy more, it feels so good and makes me more excited for our baby" he grabs a hold of you spooning you onto a hug

"Thanks for today, and all the days Haechan, I know you prolly used a lot of patience on me" you said as you felt guilty towards him

"Im always here for you" he said as he gives you kisses in your neck and your shoulder even your cheek before he gets up to grab a towel and clean you up.

After that the both of you fell asleep with each others arms.

“All Rights Reserved”  © sibehpoor  2021

[etherealdizzle]

DBD Ji-Woon x Danny - Fame

I have a request, may you do a Trickster x Ghostface? I'd like to see how you'd write those two :3

Before the Entity brought Ji-Woon to this world, he was a star. His face was all over posters, autographs, and merchandise. Ji-Woon loved his fame. He loved the attention. He loved the look of admiration in people’s eyes. To see their fascinated gaze. It wasn’t the same looks he got here.

Here, the faces were filled with horror. Dread. Pain. They no longer looked at him like he was a god. They looked at him like he was a monster. Deep down, he knew that was what he was. He was a monster. He liked the fear he got from people. He liked knowing that they were afraid. That they screamed his name in terror.

But he missed being the Trickster. He missed dancing around on stage. He missed knowing there were hundreds of people with their eyes only on him. Mesmerized. It wasn’t quite the same thing as being here. They all looked. But not admired.

That was the reason Ji-Woon was so upset today. He’d barely laughed at all during the trial - something that was very unusual for him - and just moped around. While away from the trial, the killers were allowed to mold reality. Ji-Woon took this opportunity to create a stage. It was the same stage he used for most shows, right in the middle of Seoul. The lights were bright, with colors that popped and brought out Ji-Woon’s outfit. The stage was where he was happiest, but he still felt sad.

Danny had been looking for him for what felt like forever. Usually Ji-Woon was right there when Danny finished his trials. But he wasn’t there and Danny knew something wasn’t right. He wanted to figure out what was wrong.

He found him eventually. On accident, of course. One second he was in a forest, then the next he was on a stage. It was amazing! The music, the lights, everything! He looked around until he found Ji-Woon, sitting on the edge of the stage. “Ji-Woon!” Danny called out excitedly. Danny was clingy, often too clingy, but Ji-Woon never disapproved of his affection. But today he didn’t even look up. Just looked into the seats, where not a single soul was sitting.

Danny understood what was happening. He made his way over to his lover and sat next to him. He looked to the non-existent crowd. “I bet this place used to be super crowded,” Danny said, taking off his mask. It wasn’t hard to breathe in, but it always felt like a relief to take it off. He fixed his hair, smoothing it out with his hand.

After a moment of silence, Ji-Woon spoke. “It was. It used to be packed. Filled with so many fans, fans from around the world,” He explained. A smile poked at his lips, but was gone by the time he finished his sentence.

“Is that what you’re pouting about?” Danny asked, looking over to Ji-Woon.

“I’m not pouting.”

“Yeah you are.”

Ji-Woon sighed. “Okay, whatever, I’m pouting.” He rolled his eyes, standing up. His eyes stayed glued to the seats. “You know what it’s like, Danny. To want people to admire you.”

“Murder and a music idol… Admiration, sure, but not in the same way, though,” Danny joked, standing alongside Ji-Woon.

Ji-Woon tore his gaze from the seats and finally looked at his boyfriend. “I miss it a lot. I miss…” He fell silent, eyes landing on his feet. He didn’t know how to say it. “I miss all those people. I miss how they looked at me.”

“Ohhh.. You’re an attention whore, huh?” Danny teased.

“Shut up.”

Danny raised his hands defensively. “Am I wrong?”

Finally, a smile fell upon Ji-Woon’s lips. “No, but you could’ve said it more… delicately.”

Danny put a hand on Tricker’s face, rubbing it softly. “You have my attention. That’s worth a least a thousand fans.”

Trickster grinned. “I think it’s worth about a quarter of a person.”

“Wow. That hurts.”

Ji-Woon leaned down and kissed Danny, them both laughing into the kiss. “You’re an idiot,” Ji-Woon laughed, walking to the middle of the stage. Danny stayed where he was, and watched as Ji-Woon began to dance.

“Hey, you’re actually kind of good!” Danny said. He had to admit, Ji-Woon was a great dancer. He was an amazing singer, too. He sang a lot, whether in trials, just walking around, or helping Danny get to sleep. Ghostface reminded Ji-Woon of a child often. He even requested a bedtime story once, but Ji-Woon shut him down.

Trickster finished with a final move, then bowed. “What do you mean ‘kind of’?” He asked, finally acknowledging what Ghostface said.

“Do you know what the phrase ‘kind of’ means?”

Ji-Woon sighed. “You’re so annoying.”

“But you love it, right?” Danny flashed a cheeky smile at him and winked.

“Kind of.” Ji-Woon closed his eyes, and for a moment, he could imagine himself back before the Entity. Before the trials. Before his final performance. Pure bliss. He’d taken it for granted and now it was the one thing he craved.

Danny thought for a moment. He wasn’t quite sure how to cheer Ji-Woon up. So he thought until he finally figured it out. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” He ran up to Ji-Woon, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him back and forth. “I’ve got it! I’ve got it! Come with me!” Danny grabbed his hand and led him backstage. He sat him down in a makeup chair. “You know how to do this, right?” Ji-Woon nodded, a little confused. “Great! You sit there and don’t move ‘till I say, got it?”

“Danny, what are you doing?” Ji-Woon tried to stand, but Danny pushed him back down into the seat.

“Stay!” Danny pointed at him, slowly stepping away. “Good boy!” He joked, turning and running away from the room, leaving Ji-Woon by himself. And confused.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his lover returned. Danny had a big grin on his face. “Ready, Mr. Hak?” He asked, grabbing Ji-Woon’s arm and looping theirs together.

“Ready for what?” Ji-Woon questioned nervously. He trusted Danny, but that didn’t mean that Danny still didn’t do dumb shit. Danny brought him near the stage.

“Don’t forget this,” He said, placing a headset on Ji-Woon. “You’ll do great.” Danny kissed Ji-Woon on his cheek, then gestured to the stage.

Ji-Woon was even more confused. “...What?”

“Just get out there!” Danny urged, shoving Ji-Woon lightly.

Ji-Woon just shook his head, but listened to Danny. He figured it was just some prank, but then he heard it. The cheers.

The seats were filled with audience members. Nearly everyone was wearing his merch, yelling out his name. Posters with his name on it, people with pens and papers, begging for autographs.

“Ji-Woon!”

“We love you!”

“Trickster, over here!”

“I love you so much!”

“Sign my autograph!”

“Ji-Woon!!!”

Ji-Woon stopped dead in his tracks, excitement and happiness overloading his system. He couldn’t believe it. Hundreds of people, looking at him. With love. With happiness. With admiration. He waved to them, a grin plastered on his face.

The music started. Ji-Woon remembered the words, singing them hundreds of times before. The dance was like muscle memory, the knife tricks he learned as a kid becoming an important piece of his choreography. He hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. Danny might be a little piece of shit, but Ji-Woon wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved him. He loved Danny Johnson with all of his heart. He loved him even more than this feeling. He might’ve not said it a whole lot, but Danny knew. And Danny loved him, too.

[hi-hey-haechan]

#112 and #95 with felix (skz) pls 💕

Thank you for requesting! This is my first prompt ask with a Stray Kids member, and it was fun to write. I’m so soft for Felix, and he’s an angel whose smile brightens up the whole world. Now please enjoy this smut that is the opposite of soft ;)

95: “Is that a promise?”

112: “What are you doing in my bed?”

Warnings: Fingering, masturbation

“What are you doing in my bed?” Roommate!Felix’s deep voice pulled you out of your pleasure-filled daze, suddenly making you feel trapped. Your heart threatened to leap out of your chest as soon as the door to his bedroom opened. His voice wasn’t angry, just amused. He was hardly ever angry; much less was he angry at you.

The quilt was up to your waist, lucky enough for both of you. However, your legs were spread, and you were sure he could see this through the outlines of you in the covers of his bed. If you closed your legs, he’d know they were apart in the first place, just in case he couldn’t see this right now. Two fingers were buried knuckles-deep in your pussy, but your hand had stopped its movement as you stared at Felix like a deer in the headlights.

You couldn’t bring yourself to explain how you were getting yourself off, and his bed smelled like him, which only helped you further in this circumstance.

He was your roommate. He was your best friend. Best friends don’t jerk off to each other. Then again, what were you just doing? In your mind, you wanted him in every way possible. Your heart longed for him to say that he loved you, with his beautiful, big eyes staring at you as though you were the entire world. Your core, however, begged for him to drill into you harshly until you were screaming his name.

“I...um...I was looking for something?”

“In my bed?” he inquired, looking more confused than skeptical. “And then you decided to take a nap?”

“Look,” you sighed, carefully planning out your words, “I didn’t know you would be home so early.” This wasn’t a lie. If you’d known, you’d be doing this in your own bed.

“So...when I’m not home, you sleep in my bed? And why are you sweating?”

Felix wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what you were doing, with one hand down under the covers, your legs spread apart under the sheets. You were getting yourself off. To him. And that turned him on to the max. He wanted to see how long he could continue this, how far this could be taken.

“I...it’s hot in here?”

Without waiting another second, Felix darted over to the bed and pulled back the sheets, seeing how completely correct his suspicions were. You couldn’t even resist; it was so sudden.

Felix looked at your bare torso, your shirt hitched up a bit to expose a bit of your stomach. Your fingers were as deep as they could be inside of you, but you weren’t moving them, despite your neediness only increasing.

You closed your eyes, not wanting to make eye contact with him. “Fine,” you sighed, “I was jerking off, in your bed because it smells like you. There, I just fucking embarrassed myself. Happy? I’ll be going now.”

Before you could grab you shorts, which were bunched around your ankles, Felix grabbed your wrist. When you met his gaze for just a split second, you already felt so much. His eye contact was a strike. HIs pupils were dark, and he looked fierce and dominant. “You’re just gonna get yourself off alone? Without help? Let me give you what you want, baby, and let me make you feel good. I’m gonna make you cum harder than you ever have in your life.”

Baby? Did he just call you “baby?” You didn’t know what his intentions were from saying that, but damn, it was hot, especially in his deep voice.

“Is that a promise?”

Felix, the soft boy who smiled at the sun and cuddled with dogs and had the most beautiful, light dusting of freckles across his nose, was speaking less-than-innocent words. And you had to admit that it made your core gush even more with heat and fluid. He didn’t answer your question. Instead, he pulled your hand and fingers out of your dripping core. His tongue, however, had different plans. He slowly brought your fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking your arousal off of them. He enjoyed the tangy taste of you.

The sight was incredible: His plump, perfect lips were enclosed around your fingers, which were slick with your juices. His tongue darted out, tasting you. It was so hot, so incredibly attractive, that you could have cum right there, had he been pleasuring you, as well.

He then dragged his fingers up and down your exposed core, his actions painstakingly slow. His fingertips hardly grazed over your swollen clit, but it caused you to buck your hips up to try to meet his hand, begging for more friction. “F-Felix,” you groaned, “please.”

“Tell me what you want,” his beautiful voice sounded. He was close to you, for when he exhaled, his hot breaths fanned against your skin. The sensation itself caused goosebumps to break out across your skin. That, added to his teasing, were already killing you.

His fingertip teased the outside of your hole, barely pushing in, before withdrawing. He traced a slow circle around your pussy, before leaving one tap on your clit. Your body jolted, and you inhaled sharply. “Need your fingers inside of me,” you whimpered, his teasing causing the fire in your core to only grow. You needed Felix to satisfy your hunger, your cravings for him, for his entire being.

Your hole was already dripping, which made it easy for him to insert a slender finger. His fingers weren’t much bigger than yours, but damn, they could reach everywhere that you couldn’t whenever you fingered yourself. The heat of your core pounded around his finger. You needed more. One finger was nothing, no matter how he curled it inside of you.

He added another, a squelching sound audible as he did so. You moaned, feeling more of your juices escape your pussy from the stimulation. Felix’s other hand came down to rub slow circles over your clit, swollen from lack of attention. Your hips bucked against his hands, pushing you deeper on his fingers and grinding you harder against your clit. “F-fucking hell, this feels so good,” you whined, shutting your eyes.

His fingers curled against your sweet spot in between the fast pumping of his fingers. The circles he rubbed on your clit matched the speed of his fingers, pleasuring you to an even further extent.

Yet another digit entered your sopping wet core. Your juices were dripping down onto the bed, the fire in your core only growing as he continued to finger you. Three was harder to take, and you felt a stretch in your stomach and hole as you clenched around him, trying to get used to the feel. Your arousal dripped onto his hand, but he didn’t even care. Hearing you moan so beautifully for him was so hot, and seeing his fingers slide in and out of you was a sight he’d only dreamed of.

At some point, he had stopped thrusting his fingers, only curling at the deepest parts of you, right against your g-spot. Felix circled your clit with more pressure and more speed, causing the darkness behind your eyes to turn to white.

He was fingering you with such skill, and you were hurtling towards your high. The fire in the bottom of your stomach burned, a string pulled taught, about to snap any second.

You were almost sobbing from the pleasure, clenching around his curling fingers with such intensity. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you mewled. Your fingers had balled up, grabbing the bedsheets for something to anchor you.

“Cum for me,” he said, the deep richness of his voice sounding in the midst of your pleasure.

And then the string snapped. “Felix!” you cried out, back arching violently as your orgasm hit you with such intensity. Your toes, which had curled up from the pleasure minutes ago, were cramped up, but you couldn’t even feel it. Nothing in you was present except pleasure, his fingers thrusting and curling as you rode out the violent spasms of your clenching walls and the shaking of your legs. The walls rang with your crying repetitions of Felix’s name, until finally, after an eternity, you finished riding out your high. You’d never climaxed so hard in your life.

You took a minute or so to calm down, and Felix’s fingers were glistening with your arousal, which he licked and sucked off of his digits.

“Y/n?” he inquired. “Why were you in my bed while masturbating?” It was very out of the blue, yet it was appropriate regarding the situation.

Shamelessly, you answered, “because I was thinking about you while doing so, and I couldn’t reach my high, so I thought at least your scent would help send me to the edge.”

“You think about me while getting yourself off?” his voice was full of disbelief, but a tinge of hopefulness was also present.

Silence.

“Do you think about me in that way?” he asked again.

You took a deep breath, almost afraid to answer. “Anything I say will ruin our friendship. And I can’t lose you. We can just act like this never happened.”

“But I don’t want to.” At his words, you made direct eye contact with him. “Fuck, Y/n, have you not seen how madly I am in love with you? Do you know I’ve also gotten off to you so many times, and that I so badly want to show you in every way how much you mean to me?” It was a declaration of love, simplistic yet bold, and it was every word you could have ever asked to hear. “It’s okay if you don’t think the same. But I can’t lose you.”

Your response was a light, glancing brush of your mouth against his. You captured his lips completely, both of you knowing your answer.

[sserpente]

24 little kinks | Door 8 🎄

“You remember that chocolate advent calendar I got you for December?”

“I do,” he chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “You made me display it in the kitchen so I would not eat it all at once.”

Your smile widened. “How about we get another one?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, only now paying proper attention to the sex toy ad. Then, he frowned. It was an odd mixture of disgust, genuine curiosity and even a hint of arousal flashing in his blue eyes.

A/N: Happy second Advent sunday, everyone!

NSFW warnings: praise kink, CMNF, bondage, orgasm denial

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“What happened? Are you both okay? Are you hurt?” You had just finished hoovering the bedroom when Loki appeared, not visibly injured but exhausted nonetheless. His armour was dirty, causing him to magic it off as soon as his boots hit the floor, exchanging it for some casual Midgardian clothes.

“I am alive.”

“I know this should calm me down in a way but it really doesn’t.”

He pulled you into a hug, inhaling your scent deeply. “I’m fine, my sweet.”

“Tell me, what was it Bruce found? Were there Chitauri there? Did they attack?”

“I will tell you in time, (Y/N). Let me just enjoy your embrace for now and… what is that?” Frowning, he pointed to the nightstand.

Shit. You had forgotten to put the vibrator back in the box after you cleaned it.

“Um…”

Loki’s glance was both playful and threatening—a dangerous mix which sent jolts of electricity straight between your legs.

“You opened it.”

“I just…”

“Although I told you not to.”

“You know how curious I am!” You defended yourself weakly. “I just—“

“It has been a while since I last spanked that tempting bottom of yours…” He growled. He pulled you flush against him, eliciting a gasp from you.

“Not tonight. You are tired, look at you!”

“I am a god, my sweet. I can take it.”

“No. I won’t let you. It’s late already anyway. Let’s go to bed. Please?”

The God of Mischief sighed, hugging you even tighter. Then, he chuckled.

“Very well… but do not think I will spare you. What would I do without you?”

-

The next day started off unspectacular. Loki had told you during breakfast what had happened and according to his reaction upon his return, he was indeed fine. The Chitauri in Central New York, right under the commuters’ noses, had developed a sense of… durability. They had indeed survived the invasion, the source of their strength… you had not quite understood what it was but it was dangerous and it had been taken from Thor to be brought back to the compound.

It wasn’t an Infinity stone, those had been destroyed, after all. But it was an otherworldly artefact with dangerous abilities. Much like the Infinity stones, however, it could not be touched by humans. The Chitauri had lived off of its energy, making them stronger and more vicious than before.

Surely, another attack was inevitable now that the brothers had stolen from them.

You had just taken a shower, returning to the living room wearing only a white towel. The slightest hint of a malicious smirk tugged on Loki’s lips as he blocked your way, hands clasped behind his back.

“Kneel.” He demanded, his voice strict and dark with desire. Still, you tilted your head. That was not how he usually asked for a blowjob.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Kneel before me.” He repeated. His tone allowed no contradiction. Biting your lower lip, you suppressed a knowing smile and obliged, looking up at him towering above you like a predator.

He produced something from behind his back. It was a crimson red rope, which he fingered thoughtfully before his blue eyes locked with yours again.

“Who am I?”

“You’re Loki?” His gaze darkened.

“Who am I?”

Oh… he wanted to play.

“M-my king?” You whispered. Loki raised an eyebrow. “My god!” You corrected yourself quickly.

“And you do as you are told by me?”

“Y-yes…”

“Good girl…” His praise sent pleasant shivers up and down your spine. “So what did you in my absence yesterday? Have you been a good girl for me?”

“N-no…”

Loki smirked, properly this time.

“Do you know what this is?”

The obvious answer was bondage rope. He must have taken it from the advent calendar. You bit your lower lip. He was going to make you regret disobeying him yesterday.

“Bondage rope…” You answered slowly.

Loki nodded. “Precisely,” And with that, his seidr lifted you up into the air, the crimson rope wrapping around your wrists and ankles where they magically tied you to threshold and even gently around your breasts, creating a beautiful pattern. His seidr tingled on your skin as you gasped for air and struggled a bit upon losing your stand, afraid you’d fall and hurt yourself.

“Shh… nothing will happen to you, my sweet, I swear it to you on my life.” If anything, your heart began to pound even faster—for very different reasons now.

Your towel had dropped in the process, of course, leaving you naked and entirely at his mercy. You swallowed thickly, whimpering when his fingers gently ghosted over your exposed pussy, for the rope was pulling your legs apart widely. You were already wet.

Images of him fucking you like this flashed before your eyes, your walls clenching in joyful anticipation.

“Hmm… such a good girl. Your lovely little quim is dripping for me.” You moaned, arching your back for him. There was no other man in all of the nine realms you would be so comfortable with behaving this submissively in bed, because he knew what to give you.

“You stole an orgasm from me yesterday,” he continued absentmindedly. “One that belonged to me. I quite enjoy this sight though. Perhaps I’ll just keep you on display like to make up for your betrayal. Or should I fuck you? What do you think, my sweet?”

You didn’t think anymore. Your body had long taken over control over your mind, desperate for release—desperate for him to help that tingly feeling between your legs. Loki did not use colloquial words like ‘to fuck’ all too often—so whenever he did, he knew what that did to you.

Locking his blue eyes with yours, he slipped two fingers inside your wetness and curled them so deliciously you moaned.

“Tell me what you want.” He demanded hoarsely.

“Fuck me. Please… Loki, fuck me.” He smirked. Who was he to deny you?

There was something about him remaining dressed. He pulled out his hard length, giving it a few strokes before pressing it against your clit. Precum dribbled down your cunt as he did. You cursed when he buried himself inside you to the hilt, not wasting any time in accepting the offer you had made him.

Loki grabbed your thighs so you wouldn’t swing too much hanging from the ceiling like a marionette, completely immobilised. You threw your head back, taking his thrusts with relish. He fucked you so hard his pelvis brushed against your clit with every vigorous movement; and yet it was not enough for you to trip over the edge.

But you knew Loki. He would wait, able to hold back his own orgasm until you were ready to fall with him, until… he grunted when he began twitching and pulsating against your walls, spurting his warm seed into you, making you moan yet again. He slowed, riding out his climax with animalistic growls… then stilled, his eyes shut in a satisfied manner. It took him a disappointed whimper from your throat to open them again.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry… were you close, my sweet?”

“Loki…”

He tilted his head, pulling out of you as he felt himself soften. It would not take him long to recover. Pleased with himself, he watched his cum dribble out of you and on the carpet in the bedroom.

“Please… let me cum!”

“Hmm… begging me so nicely…” Loki stroked your cheek, making you lean into his touch immediately. “I am, however, not quite sure you deserve it. You put on a show with that depraved toy of yours yesterday and you did not invite me to watch…” He mused.

“Oh, please, please, please… my king, my god, Loki, please!”

His fingers found your clit, lazily playing with it until you feared to burst into a million tiny pieces. Just one more stroke, one more… he stopped again. You cried out in frustration, eyes widening when he pulled the green vibrator seemingly out of nowhere.

Loki pushed it inside you without any forewarning, earning him some desperate gasps. Again and again, he brought you to the verge of orgasm but never granted you your release until tears rolled down your cheeks from exhaustion, the vibrations of the toy almost too much to bear. Your flesh still seemed to be buzzing when he pulled it away from you.

Loki shushed you tenderly. “You’re such a good girl, taking all that teasing… would you like to cum now?”

His praise heated you up even more. You were boiling. Nodding frantically, you closed your eyes when Loki tended to your swollen and aching clit with nothing but his skilled fingers. He worked you up again quickly, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves to give you what you craved.

You whimpered when you came, your whole body shaking as finally, your pleasure consumed you, the endorphins clouding your mind. You would have dropped straight to the ground if it wasn’t for the bondage rope keeping you in place. You walls contracted strongly around his fingers which he had buried inside you again to feel you coming undone for him—and you were sure to have never experienced such a strong orgasm before.

You were trembling by the time you finally came down from your high. Loki removed the rope quickly, carrying you in his arms like a bride straight into the bathroom.

“Are you alright, my sweet?” He whispered against your hair as he carefully heaved you into the bathtub, already filled with hot and soothing water, and massaged your wrists and ankles to help your blood circulate again. You nodded weakly.

“That was really… really hot.”

He chuckled and winked. “I am pleased to hear that. You should know better than to disobey me next time.”

“Oh, I’m not so sure.” You smiled, allowing him to wash your exhausted body.

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It’s Real

Sheamus x Reader

(Y/N) has been pining over her best friend for a long time. Working on different brand put their relationship through a very rough path. And things only tend to get worse...

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Pining over Sheamus has been a constant in my life ever since I met him. He is my best friend, and honestly, I don’t know where I’d be without him. I actually think he doesn’t even have a clue of how much he matters, how important he is to me. 

I can talk to him about anything, even things that may be difficult or uncomfortable to discuss. But he never judges me. Even if he doesn’t fully understand, he will always try his best to. There is nothing I’m afraid to share with him. Well, except for one thing.

That I am madly in love with him.

He’s the first person I want to share good news and bad news with. When we are on the way to the hotel from work, we talk about how our day went or whatever’s going on in our worlds. We’re able to have rational, thoughtful conversations, but we also have conversations about the most random things and we can just sit comfortably in silence as well.

We were attached to the hip. Always driving around together, going to the gym together… every kind of thing.

Until we were drafted to different brands. 

When the draft happened, I was trying to gather up the courage to ask him out on an actual date, coming clean about how I truly saw him. 

That never got to happen. 

Since then, we’ve grown slightly apart. We still talked but not as much as before. Our calls got shorter, just as our texts, and we barely Facetimed. Long story short, we barely hung out anymore, because our schedules didn’t match. 

It hurt, so bad. I could feel him and our friendship slipping through my fingers. 

I missed him so much. Him as a whole. His touch… his voice… his laugh… the way he made me laugh. How he cared about me. How he always managed to get through me when I wasn’t feeling well. Everything.

So lately, all I had from him was every picture and video he put online. I go back to his Instagram only to see his face, his wide smile, in his photos. And I rewatch those videos over and over, especially when I am in bed, ready to sleep, letting his voice sink in. 

At the beginning, it fulfilled the void and made me happy, but now… it only makes me sadder. It only makes me miss him more… miss us more.

Today, it’s Monday. I have lots of work to do backstage as Raw is airing in a couple of hours, because apparently some big things that only the bosses and creative know about are going down tonight, and... I’m feeling like shit. It’s one of those days. 

Only to make it worse, I keep recalling the times when he’d notice I was feeling down. He’d whisper “Come here, lass.” and pull me into a warm side hug, as he ran his hand through my hair and pressed gentle kisses to my forehead. 

How I wish I had that right now. I’m craving his affection. I need his affection. It’s becoming unbearable to be away from him. But apparently he was doing good away from me, so there’s no way I could ever change this.

I try to shrug off the knot of anxiety that was tightening my chest, so I could do the rest of my chores as well as I possibly could right now.

After almost two hours, I was done. It was hard to do it all, but I somehow managed. Then, I headed to the makeup and hair zone, looking for my friends Alexa and Zelina. Sadly, they were both occupied. Zelina was getting her makeup done, and Alexa was getting her hair braided. 

They quickly asked if I was okay, and I managed to shoot them a fake smile as I nodded affirmatively. I don’t think they bought it, but… I just don’t want to worry them. 

I then decide to go sit in the corner of that zone. There were some storing boxes there that the personnel used to keep heavy material for the stage, so I just hopped on top of one of them. 

Reluctantly, I reach my back pocket and get my phone. I debate whether I should unlock it or not for a couple of minutes, but then I give in. I need to see his face.

With my hands shaking, I enter my Instagram, going straight to the search feature. Obviously, his name was right at the top of my searches. I open his profile and my heart quickly gets caught in my throat.

He had posted another picture. But he wasn’t alone. There’s a girl right by his side. A very stunning girl, tucked right into him for the picture. My stomach starts flipping, and I feel myself starting to get sick, wanting to throw up. 

I didn’t even bother to read any descriptions or check tags. My assumptions have been made and they were clear as water. He was dating her. 

I quickly returned to the main page of his profile and unfollowed him. I just can’t bare the thought of having to see more pictures like that one. Or even cozier… more romantic pictures. I’m almost throwing up again with nervousness just by thinking about it. 

It felt like a slap to my face and I was still numb. I closed the app and set my phone on the box carelessly. I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t ready for it. I didn’t even know he had met someone, let alone be dating. 

This made me realize how clueless I was being. He didn’t need me anymore, that’s why he barely reached out lately. He had someone else to do the things we used to do together. 

I let him forget all about me.

No, I did not let him forget me. He forgot me. I quickly rearranged my thoughts. It was not my fault that he didn’t care about me or our friendship. I was not at fault in this. 

With this, I decided that I was going to let him go and get over this, because I am a strong bitch. Yes, those were the exact words I kept telling myself in my head. I am strong and I will not let him see how much it’s affecting me. 

Not that he’s around to, he’s obviously a little busy isn’t he? The nagging voice was back but was quickly shoved to the back of my mind when I was suddenly joined by Alexa.

She sat down next to me and stared at me for a couple of seconds before actually speaking up. 

“Are you okay?” She asks carefully, trying to read me. “I- Well, we’ve seen Shea-”

“I am fine. And I don’t want to hear or talk about it.” I know I sounded snappy, but I just don’t want to talk about the fresh wound on my heart. I want to push this to the depths of my soul and not remember it or him ever again.

“Okay. I’ll respect that.” She sighs heavily as she rubs my knee soothingly. “But if you need anything, and I mean anything, you call me right away, okay?” 

I nodded in response but was eyed suspiciously by Alexa. I knew what it meant so I said what she wanted to hear. 

“I promise Lexie.”

She pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaving. And there I was, sitting in a corner, alone with my thoughts again. I honestly don’t even know how much time has passed since I saw it.

I could see people passing by and I definitely could hear the fans’ screams and shouts echoing in the arena, and damn, they were loud tonight. But I was way too numb to pay attention to any of it.

Finally, after God knows how long, I snapped out of it. When I stand up, my body feels like ten times its weight. It feels like I’ve been beaten down by someone and I’m just lugging myself around like deadweight.

And I was. Emotionally. But it’s still a beatdown.

I make my way towards my shared locker room to gather my things so I can finally go to my hotel room and just wallow in my thoughts all by myself. 

Picking up my backpack, I head out of the room. I know I was dragging myself around but I just can’t pretend anymore. I just can’t. I am devastated. In two seconds, I realized I lost my best friend and the man I love. My brain is all over the place and I just want to take a shower and then lay down and sleep. Sleep so I can forget all this mess.

I’m halfway through the parking lot when I hear someone calling out my name.

That’s enough to make me stop in my tracks. I know that voice all too well and I am hesitant to turn around. Firstly, because I am afraid that I’m starting to lose my mind and hearing things. Secondly, I’m terrified that he is in fact right behind me. 

“(Y/N).” The voice says again, this time more firm and confident. 

I got chills running down my spine. My whole body is shaking. I definitely didn’t want to do this right now. I don’t want to look in his eyes. Not now. I think everything will come crashing down once I do so. Taking a deep shaky breath, I try to keep walking towards my rental. 

“(Y/N)!” He yells this time, sounding closer to me than before. “Can you please stop for a minute and look at me?” He stops me by grabbing my arm gently.

“No, I can’t.” I choke out, keeping my gaze on the cemented ground. “I just want to leave. So just please, let me go.”

My sight is getting blurry from the tears that have formed in my eyes, as I was practically begging him to let me go. It was pitiful, I know, but I couldn’t stand being this close when I’m nothing to him anymore. 

With this, I pull my arm out of his grasp with one motion and I can feel his stare burning through my back as I walk away. Deep down, I wished he’d stop me again, that he’d hug me and tell me that he missed me, that he wanted to be at least my friend.

But he didn’t. 

He just watched. 

He just watched me walk away. From him. From his life. He didn’t say a goddamn word. And it killed me. 

As soon as I get to the car, the tears start falling down my cheeks. I am in so much pain that it almost feels like actual physical pain. My whole body hurts. My head feels like a balloon. I can’t even breathe straight. 

I cried all the way back to the hotel. Dangerous as I know it is, I drove most of the way on autopilot. I don’t even remember most of it, to be quite honest. 

The woman in the reception looks at me with pity written in her features, probably wondering why my eyes are all red and puffy, why I look like a fucking mess. She was nice about it though. Kathryn, as read on her name tag, offers me a sweet smile every time she has to talk to me and let me know some information regarding the room and the hotel, which I couldn’t focus on, considering my state. But when she gave me the key, I was able to give her a small smile, that she returned delicately. 

I’m finally in my room. Tossing out my clothes carelessly on the floor, I head to the bathroom and turn on the water. I take a good look at myself in the mirror. 

Fuck… I do look like a hot ass mess. Running my hands down my face, a sob runs through my body once again. How could a single person hurt another so badly? How could a human endure this kind of pain?

I get under the hot water, letting it fall down my tense and broken body, wanting it to wash away all the pain and sadness that is running through my veins right now. I just stand there as I get it all out of my system.

It’s about 20 minutes later when I turn the water off. Grabbing a towel, I dry myself lazily before heading to my suitcase and pulling out some panties, an old shirt and some lazy sweatpants to wear.

After putting them on, I collapse on the bed, feeling so drained and exhausted from all the nerves and all the crying.

When I am finally drifting off to sleep, there is a light knock on the door. It was so light that it almost seemed someone was knocking on a door near mine. Suddenly, there’s another knock. This one way more confident. 

It’s probably Lexie. I left without telling her anything, and I didn’t text her. She was probably worried sick, and I feel terrible about it now.

I get up and head to the door, opening it. “Lexie, I am so sorry-” 

My words are cut short when I get face to face with the person who was knocking at my door. I find myself staring at the face I was dreading to look at ever since that happened.

He has this weird look on his eyes, I can’t quite put my finger on it. But I absolutely don’t want to do this right now. I need to sleep on it, get some rest first. So I go and try to close the door before any words are exchanged. 

But he stops me, preventing the door from closing with his arm. He’s much stronger than I am, so he manages to pull the door open and get inside, closing it behind him. I sigh in defeat, retreating back to the bed and sitting down, leaning against the headboard, as he stands in front of my bed, hands tucked in his jeans’ pockets.

“Care to tell me what the fuck is going on, (Y/N)?” He says, an indecipherable tone lacing his voice. I can’t tell if it’s anger, disappointment, hurt, care or everything altogether.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I manage to say when I find my voice, moving my gaze to my hands, currently set in my lap.

“What have I done to you, (Y/N)?” He sounds almost desperate now. 

“I just said I don’t want to talk about it, Sheamus.” It hurts so much even just hearing him say my name. This is too painful. 

“You used to talk to me about anything. What changed?”

“You did.” I say before I can stop myself. He furrows his brows in slight confusion, urging me to keep talking. “Everything did.”

“I know we haven’t talked much lately, but you know I care and think about you every day.” He tries to reason, but I wasn’t having it. 

“No, you don’t.” I mumble, once again staring down at my hands, as a sad chuckle leaves my lips.

“Yes, I do.” He looks down at me in disbelief.

I feel tears in my eyes once more today, and honestly I was done crying. I avert my gaze down again, burying my head in my hands. Feeling the bed shift, I quickly feel Sheamus’ hand making contact with my thigh, caressing me gently. I wanted to slap his hand away, but I was craving his touch so, so much that I couldn’t find it in my heart to do it.

Suddenly, the girl pops up in my mind again. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” I snap, flinching away from him. “She won’t like it. You need to go to her. You need to leave.”

“Who’s she, (Y/N)? I swear you’re not making any sense.” 

I am not looking at him but I can tell by his tone that he’s genuinely confused, which makes me even more distressed. 

“The girl.” I finally look at him. He looks so concerned and confused. “In your photo. I saw it. I think everyone did.” I mumble, once more not being able to maintain eye contact with him. 

“You mean the picture I posted today?” He asks, and I only nod. “Are you serious?” Now, he was smiling and I couldn’t see what was so funny. “Was that why you were like this back at the parking lot, and right now?” He asks carefully, looking at me intently. 

It was now or never. I had to do it.

I nod. 

“That- That was Josie. Don’t you remember? That friend I had from Ireland, that I told you about?”

Suddenly, there’s light in my brain. I do remember him talking about her. They were very good friends when they were kids back in Ireland.

“I- I remember.” I admit, blushing and feeling bad as hell. 

“Didn’t you read the caption?” He asks, tilting his head to the side as he smiles at me. I shake my head no, and he lets out a light chuckle. “You have nothing to worry about. She’s just an old friend, and we were just catching up.” Meanwhile as he spoke, his hand found his way to my thigh once more. 

I was blushing as hell but I was trying to fight everything I was feeling. I didn’t want to read too much into this and get my hopes up. 

He takes a moment to stare at me, as if trying to read me or understand me. But I never said anything. I think anything I would’ve said at that moment would have ruined everything.

“Look, (Y/N)...” He trails off, glancing down at my shaky hands. “I hope I’m not reading too much into this, but… if you… if you feel something, I need you to tell me.”

That’s it. Our friendship is over. This is the part where he obviously tells me that he can’t be my friend if I love him. 

“Why do you need to know that?” I say, very upset. “You don’t need to let me down gently. You don’t like me like that, we can’t be friends. I get it. Now can you go?” I plead with my eyes filled with tears once more as I fully face him. 

“No, I can’t go, (Y/N).”

I’m crying again. Why is he torturing me? Why can’t he just leave me alone? 

“Why are you making this so goddamn difficult, Sheamus? I swear-”

I’m not even finished talking when I feel his lips pressed against mine. I am in complete shock. It takes me a few seconds to process what is happening. He pecks me one time very gently and pulls back. 

Our faces are the closest they’ve ever been. Our gazes locked. Our foreheads resting against each other. His hand cradling my face so delicately. 

“I’m not making this so goddamn difficult. I’m trying to simplify it.” He whispers as his thumb caresses my cheek. 

I launch myself into his arms, hugging him. He hooks his arms around my midsection, pulling me into his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist. I hug him so tight, as if I’d never get the chance to do it again. 

“I missed you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much.” He mumbles against my neck. “Being away from you, was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I couldn’t go another day without seeing you.”

This statement makes my stomach twist up in knots again. He has to go back.

“You have to go back though…” I say sadly.

“I don’t.”

“What?!” I can’t disguise my excitement. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I was moved back to Raw again.” He smiles widely, seeing how happy I was with the news.

“Oh my God! This is amazing! I missed you so much.” I smile, and before I could stop myself, I peck his lips. I pull back abruptly, once I take notice of what I was doing. “I am so sorry. I- You- ” I’m rambling and I just can’t stop myself. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He reassures, hooking a finger under my chin and making me look up at him. “I know I’m not. You know why?” I shake my head no. “Because I love you.” 

There’s silence for awhile. We’re just staring at each other, letting his words sink in. 

“You know I love you too, right?” 

“I was kind of hoping you did.” He laughs lightly. “But I can’t say I wasn’t scared shitless that you didn’t.”

“I do. I always did.” You whisper, pecking his lips again. “I love you, Sheamus.”

That somehow triggers something in him. He’s kissing me now, so intensely, I think I’m passing out soon. He licks my upper lip, begging for entrance. I can’t stop the moan that leaves my mouth, granting him the so wished access. 

His tongue starts massaging and crashing against mine, as the kiss turned into a makeout session. I’ve dreamed about this for so long, it still seemed like a dream. 

The kiss is growing hotter by the second. I, being the teaser I am, start grinding my hips against his, earning a deep growl from him. 

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss. “I need to ask you something.” I nod, waiting for the question. “Will you be my girlfriend?”.

“Of course I want to be your girlfriend.” 

As soon as those words leave my lips, his come crashing on mine again. He pecks my lips a dozen times before we pull back and hug each other.

“Pinch me, so I know this is real.” I laugh stupidly, hiding my face in his neck. 

The bastard bites my collarbone gently and I yelp in surprise.

“See? It’s real.”

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[leyla676]

the love of a lifetime

This was the first time I got a request! I am so happy about it!

Dear @askrosemarymckneal ,

I hope it went out the way you wanted it, I hope it makes you happy.

Thank you so much for the message and the idea for this story.

Warnings: none, just a worried Billy and an unexpected situation

WORDS: 1590

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You remember the first day Billy Hargrove arrived at school. It was one year ago, after summer break. You recognized him, everyone did. It didn‘t take long for you to fall in love with this beautiful, mullet-wearing god, even your friends didn‘t understand why you adored him.

There were so many guys at school, waiting to get on a date with you. They were nice, friendly, intelligent, good at sports and everything… and they were boring.

Always dressed on top, never late for school, spent their free time at the library. Learning for school exams, playing Football.

And then there was Billy.  

He was the bad one, the arrogant, the unapproachable, the new king. Listening to his metal music way too loud, having fights with the boys and smoking cigarette after cigarette. He was dangerous.

Of course you wouldn‘t have told anybody, except of your close circle, that you were in love, even if everyone saw how you closed your eyes anytime he passed you, smelling his cologne which drove you wild.

You never imagined that Billy felt the same way. He catched you stepping on the tire of your old Mustang when it didn‘t start, screaming what you‘d do with it and he watched you, leaning on the side of his Camaro, smoking.  

He saw the fire in you. Since then he wanted you.

And he did everything to get your attention.

Every time he smiled at you, you felt your heart beat faster, you acted like a thirteen-year-old, blushing and stuttering.

At first he started with compliments, waiting for you at your locker, walking you to your parking space, writing sweet words on little sheets he put on your car.

First you tried to act cool, like the „hard-to-get“ chick you wanted to be, but it didn‘t take long for you to feel his soft lips on yours as he pulled you close and pushed you against the lockers. Everyone saw it. Since then you were the queen. The queen of the new Keg King.

Both of you were known as the most adorable couple ever. There was no Billy without you, and no Y/N without Billy.

You stayed longer on Fridays, knowing that Billy would play Basketball. You loved every move he made, shirtless in his green sports short, you cheered him up, wrote signs with „GO BILLY“ on it and he waited for you when you had your dancing lessions on Wednesday. He just loved to see you dance, moving around to the rhythm and he knew that he would get extra lessions when both of you are home.

Every girl in school wanted what you had.

Romantic sunsets on the hood of his dark-blue Camaro, Billy between your legs, kissing and holding each other while listening to soft Rock.

You remember the moment he first murmured „together forever“ in your ear.

And you remember the nights he made love to you, adored you, kissed every inch of your body, whispering softly in your ear how much he wanted you.

Billy was a rough beast too if you‘d let him. Marking you with hickies, biting you, making you scream his name over and over again.

Yeah, and you remember the last Party at Tina‘s, when you got too much whisky. This night Billy lifted you up, shouldered you and took you to his car which was parked further away from Tina‘s house.

There was no single time that you didn‘t think about prevention. But this night Billy wore his tight jeans and his black leather jacket with no shirt under it. He knew how to drive you crazy. You wanted him, wanted his abs, his strong arms all over you, you wanted him rough and you got him rough, as any time you begged for it at the backseat of his Camaro.

Without prevention.

This was about a month ago.

Two days ago you woke up, feeling sick, running to your bathroom, throwing up.

„Babe, what‘s wrong, should we stay at home today?“, Billy asked you, stroked your back and held your hair as you vomited. He hated to see you like this.

„I don‘t know, mabye I couldn‘t stand the food yesterday“, you answered and your body started to shake.

Billy held you as tight as he could, not afraid of getting sick by himself. If his queen was feeling sick, he would do anything to make her feel better.

You spent the rest of the day cuddling, sleeping, watching movies and… eating! You didn‘t know exactly what was going on but you had a lot of cravings, especially for Spaghetti, Pizza and chocolate ice cream.

And this fire burning inside you. God, Billy smelled so good!

After the third time within an hour, he asked you if you would never get enough of him. He always wanted to have sex with you, he adored you but he kind of felt something change on this day.

And he would be damn right with that.

…

„Billy“, your voice was thin and shaky as you looked into his ocean-blue eyes, „Billy… there are two lines“

He looked at the little pregnancy test.

„Well… two lines are better than one, right?“, he asked, still smiling.

„Billy. I am pregnant“

Once he realized what was going on, he sat down besides you on the bed, looking at the little white thing in your hands, showing these two lines. „You mean I am going to be… a daddy?“, he whispered.

„I do think so, yes“, you answered.

„You didn‘t get your period, right?“, he asked, looking at you.

„Nope“

You knew a different Billy than every other person around. He was gentle, loving, caring, soft and romantic but only to you.

He still was the Keg King, the dreaded king of Hawkins High School. Mister „arm around your shoulders“, punching everyone who looked at you the wrong way. But you knew that he would never do anything that could hurt you. You trusted him.

„What should we do now?“, you asked him, afraid of hearing what he would answer.

„I think we are going to be parents, right?“, you saw how his blue eyes filled up with tears as he placed a hand on your belly.

You catched a little tear falling down his beautiful face by wiping it away with your thumb.

„I am going to be a dad“, he whispered and smiled at you. „I did this. This is MY baby growing up. My baby!“

Suddenly he jumped off the bed, jumping around and laughing out loud. „I am going to be a DADDY“, he shouted, took your hands, pulled you up, whirling you around, kissing you.

You never imagined that he would act like this.

It seemed that he was really happy about the news of your pregnancy. Really happy. He was proud.

But suddenly he got quiet.

„What‘s wrong, Billy?“, you asked.

„What if I am going to be a bad dad?“, he whispered and you saw how worried he was.

„No. You are so caring. You will be a great daddy!“, you tried to calm him down.

„We can‘t tell Neil. He is going to kill me. He is going to hurt you. I won‘t let this happen“, he was nervous, walked circles at your room, trying to clear his mind.

„Billy, everything is going to be okay, this way or another“, you said, watching him.

„No… what if I am going to be the same asshole as Neil was to me? I can‘t be like that. What if I end up like him, screaming at my child or even… hitting?“

You recognized how he clenched his hands to fists, he was nervous everytime he spoke about Neil. There were lots of nights you found Billy climbing up your window, talking about what he did to him while you cleaned up his bleeding wounds.

„Billy. You will NEVER be like Neil. You are a better person because you went through it all. You won‘t end up like this man“

„You never know! I am agressive too!“, he hissed.

„Yeah, but only if anyone talks shit about me. You won‘t hurt your own child! This is your baby, YOUR child!“, you reassured him and went close to him, placing your hand on his cheek. „Billy, look at me. I am all yours and this Baby is all yours. We love each other. Forever“

His eyes were getting soft again as he held you by your waist and kissed you.

„I love you so much, Y/N“, he whispered and smiled at you.

„I love you more, Billy“, you placed your head on his shoulder. „Everything will be okay. As long as we stick together“

You felt his heartbeat went fast and closed your eyes as he held you tight.

„What if… we get married?“, he murmured in your ear and you felt like your own heart would stop beating.

„What?“, you opened your eyes.

Billy let off of you, went down on his knees, taking your hand, clearing his throat, „I planned to ask you long ago, Darling, just a little bit more romantic“, he giggled nervously, „You are my light, my everything. The reason for me to get up in the morning and the reason to come home every night. I ask you to please be my wifey, Y/N“

Your eyes were filling with tears as you saw him, kneeling in front of you.

„Billy, yes! YES! A thousand times yes!“

Then he hugged you, kissed you and held you tight.

„Together. Forever“, he whispered. „Forever and a day“

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@askrosemarymckneal

[la-fille-en-aiguilles]

Future Looks Good

Ben Barnes x Female Reader

A/N: This week has been really tough on me. I’m bloody submerged with clients’ requests, journalists’ requests, and on top of that everybody seems to think I’ve got a magical solution to all of their problems...  Whatever. All of that to tell @benbarnesescape that i’ve only survived all this shit because I kept reading her Ben Barnes’ stories every night before I went to sleep. Thank you for the inspiration, darling, because I’ve been dealing with some serious writer’s block lately... Go check out her works, you won’t regret it! 

Word count : 1417

Warnings : none

God I’m such a sucker for that Billy Russo look. Goddamn. 

Ben friggin Barnes. Was he ever going to stop leaving you speechless everytime you thought it was a good idea to watch a movie he starred in? In your defense, you’d only seen two : and that’s because you weren’t given much of a choice. As much as you would rather go grab a couple of Spritz’es with your friends on Friday night, movie premiers were an obligation. Especially when your face – and body – took 80% of all the screening time.

Your apartment was glowing on the inside, Annick Goutal candles emanating warmth and woodish smell. Here and there you could spot a pillow, a wool blanket and a couple of soft furs scattered on the carpented floors. Britt had left early tonight – she had an early exposition tomorrow at the gallery, which you were thankful for, to be honest.

Five episodes of the Punisher were frankly a lot more than you could handle.

It all started quite innocently, when you thought about it. Britt came over with a nice bottle of Chardonnay and stories to spill about her ex. Indeed, it has been three weeks since she became single and you both had been enjoying it to the fullest – as a matter of fact, this was so far the only evening you decided to stay in. Once your sushi order had been devoured and the second bottle of wine had been opened – Cabernet d’Anjou this time – you were stupid enough to ask what Britt wanted for dessert.

‘Eye-candy, obviously,’ she smiled at you mischeviously, already switching from some random music channel to Netflix. Your entire body had literally gone cold at her statement.

‘Britt,’ you began warningly. ‘We are not watching the Punisher’.

‘Fuck yes we do’,  she exclaimed, a happy smile blooming on her lips. Seeing you wince slightly, she sighed. ‘Oh come on Y/N. You have no idea what you’ve been missing. This is like the greatest rave you’ve been invited to and for some reason you choose to ignore the invitation!’

Raising your eyebrows at her quite picturesque metaphore, you glanced at the screen, where Netflix offered you to stare at your friend Benjamin Barnes until you couldn’t bear seeing his sinfully handsome face anymore.

‘You know I don’t watch movies with my friends in them,’ you finally said. ‘Especially where my friends play murderers or bastards.’

‘Barnes is a bastard alright. Being that hot should be illegal,’ Britt smirked at you, pushing the red play button. You groaned, serving yourself another glass of wine. This was bound to be a long night.

You weren’t wrong. The clock just struck three in the morning, yet you still stared at your MacBook’s screen massaging your temples.

Just as you predicted, none of this little TV series binging was going to do you any good.

As soon as you met Ben for the first time, you promised yourself you were never going to fall for him. You guys had hit it off right away, getting along like a house on fire. Your chemistry on the screen was indeniable, and since you were extremely comfortable with each other, you accepted to act out a romantic relationship in a couple of steamy movies, including David Robert Mitchell’s new Bonnie and Clyde narrative. If you were going to be honest with yourself, it was right around that time that you realized you might have crossed that dangerous line. Without even noticing at first, you started falling for the man, admiring those beautiful sparks in his chocolate eyes, his easy and heartwarming smile, the way he cared for you in all those little ways, bringing you coffee, running back to his trailer to fetch you a sweater, taking you out for dinner when you learned that you failed an important audition.

Luckily, just when you realized how fucked up your feelings towards your best friend were, he was casted in the next big gig of Patty Jenkins. You had to temporarily part ways and you haven’t seen him for more than five months now.

This was doing your crazed heart so much good you started to think straight like a normal person again.

Until this fucking Punisher movie night.

So now, circling the rim of your glass with your pinky absentmindedly, you stared at Ben’s twitter page. You didn’t even know what brought you here, but you also knew you’d been staring at it for an hour now. Your dizzy mind, filled with flashing images of Billy Russo shagging that beautiful actress, begged for some stupid, irrevocable action.

Exhaling slowly, you clicked tweet. You fingers tapped the words against your better judgement, and it wasn’t long before you hit send.

Staring at the screen, your heart beating double time, you watched your tweet hit a hundreds of likes, retweets and ‘ahhh’ comments per minute, the sentiment of terror growing in your chest.

Scanning the tweet that you wrote, you gulped down the remainders of white wine from your glass. Had you just singlehandedly undermined the future of your friendship with Ben?...

Y/N-Y/L/N @y/n_y/l/n 2 min

I know I’m late to the party and all that but… #holyshit @benbarnes, who is that hot guy named Billy Russo that you’ve been hiding from me for so long? When are you going to introduce us to each other?

By the time you finished re-reading your tweet, it spread like plague, judging from the number of retweets. Your home fell silent, nothing perturbing the heavy atmosphere, but the sound of your computer cooling down.

Biting your bottom lip so hard it hurt, you clicked back to Ben’s twitter page, mentally cursing yourself for being so stupid. Damn Britt and damn her eye-candy cravings…

And then your heart dropped. 1 new tweet, was all it took for you to start sweating profusely. Barely remembering how to breath – God you were pathetic – you clicked on the notification.

Was it his answer to you? If it was, was it as poignant and mocking as you knew Ben could be sometimes?

Sweet baby Jesus, what have you gotten yourself into?

Your lips raw and blood-red by now, you braced yourself for the worst…

Ben Barnes @benbarnes 1 min

Oh thank God, @y/n_y/l/n, the pretty boy has been bragging about you for months now. How does tomorrow sound? He said he’d pick you up around seven-ish. He also says its a date.

You blinked, dumbfounded, re-reading his answer again. And again. And again.

Jesus Holy Christ on a bicycle! Ben friggin Barnes had just asked you out?!

Hold your horses, Y/N, you commanded to yourself, feeling your cheeks turn red. This must be some kind of joke… He wasn’t even in New York these days!

You suddenly felt a pit in your stomach starting to grow, bitterness making its home on your tongue.

You should have known better than to put yourself out there like that. This was worse than any mockery Ben could have come up with, this playing along for the public image thing…

If only he knew how much you ached for him all along…

Your attention switched back to your computer, your screen going alight. Another tweet on Ben’s page. Telling yourself nothing could be worse than what you were going through right now, you clicked on the notification – again.

Ben Barnes @benbarnes 1 min

What do you want me to tell him, @y/n_y/l/n? I ought to say, he’s looking pretty threatening with this gun he’s aimed at me, but I know you can turn him into a kitten just by saying yes. Don’t tell him that though, he’s afraid of showing his soft side.

A lump in your throat was hard to ignore as you laughed quietly, covering your mouth. Was Ben serious? Your best friend Ben, your partner in crime Benito Barnsoia, is actually asking you out on a date, being all nervous and basically telling you you’re the one?!

Excited smile quickly becoming a part of your normal  physique, you typed an answer, short and simple.

Y/N-Y/L/N @y/n_y/l/n  just now

@benbarnes, I am a sucker for guns. And kittens. But don’t tell him that. Seven sharp. My place. It’s a date.

Your laughter broke the silence of the room, resonating in its walls. Slamming your computer shut, you put your elbows on its surface, staring into the dimness of the room, you heart beating softly.

A date with pretty boy Billy Russo.

If he was your future, than damn it looked good.

[ravenwrites-fanfiction]

Sam x Pregnant!Reader: Mini Moose

Author: EdgarAllenPoes-Raven

Character: Sam

Word Count: 5493

Warnings: Smut, oral (reader receiving), pregnant reader, non-graphic birth

Brief Summary/Request Prompt/Original Imagine:  Being pregnant wasn’t by any means a walk in the park and being pregnant with a Winchester baby with their giant genetics was differently not easy. Especially if said baby’s father was one Sam Winchester. You’d affectionately given the baby the nickname of Mini Moose.

Being pregnant wasn’t by any means a walk in the park and being pregnant with a Winchester baby with their giant genetics was differently not easy. Especially if said baby’s father was one Sam Winchester. You’d affectionately given the baby the nickname of Mini Moose and that wasn’t just because of the size but also because your baby loved to kick.

The first three months passed by without a hitch it was only when you were creeping into your fourth month did things start to go pear shaped, every now and again, Sam would find you curled up in a blanket on the sofa watch reruns of your favorite show crying for no apparent reason. Your mood swings were terrible and mostly aimed at Sam but he took it all like a champ, then there were your cravings, god they were weird. The newest was pickles dipped in peanut butter but they changed often and it would leave you a ball of frustration trying to find out what the baby wanted. 

You were six months pregnant with a baby boy and was so ready to have this pregnancy over and done with. ‘’You are so grounded.’’ You groaned as the baby kicked right into your kidneys and Sam chuckled, ‘’Kidney?’’

‘’Yeah, seems like mini moose is destined to be a champion kick boxer.’’

Sam came up behind you and started to rub your lower back in soothing circles; his other hand splayed across your forever – in your opinion – swelling stomach. ‘’Maybe someone is just excited to see uncle Dean?’’

You smiled, ‘’Uncle Dean is going to be worst when it comes to spoiling our little mini moose, I’d say more so than his grandparents.’’

‘’Ohh I don’t know about that; Mom’s been planning a huge baby shower since we told her.’’ You lent back against Sam in an attempted to take most of the weight of your back; the back pain wasn’t anything new but it was slowly starting to become more often.

‘’You’re back hurting?’’ You could hear the concern in Sam’s voice, ‘’Yeah; think I’ve been stood up for too long.’’

‘’Come here.’’ He gently cradled your hand in his and guided you to the couch, first he sat down on the opposite end of the couch swing his legs up his opened his arms, inviting you to lie down against him. You happily accepted lying in between his legs with your back to his chest; you let out a sigh as the pressure on your back started to ease away.

‘’Better?’’

‘’Much, thank you.’’ Sam’s hand came down and smoothed over your stomach feeling for the kicks, ‘’He is moving a lot today.’’

‘’After keeping me awake most of the night you’d think he’d be tuckered out.’’

Sam hummed; ‘’I know but you’re handling it so well, love that you’re so strong.’’

You could have stayed lied like this with Sam all day it was one of the things that made the pregnancy a little easier. Being cradled in Sam’s arms as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, was perfect.

He ran his hands down your arms as he sat up a little bit, ‘’As much as I’d love to sit with you all day I’m afraid we did promise Dean we’d go and see him.’’

Letting out a groan, ‘’You’re gunna have to help me sit up.’’

Sam slipped out behind you before he helped you up into the sitting position, ‘’God I feel like a turtle on its shell.’’

‘’A cute turtle though.’’

You mocked glared, ‘’Better than being a huge ass moose.’’

‘’A handsome moose.’’

‘’Shut up and get in the car.’’

When it came to getting mother henned you didn’t know who was worse out of the Winchester family; but Dean came up high on the list. You remembered the day clearly when you and Sam announced that you were expecting, Mary straight out burst out into tears and you even caught John crying in the kitchen and promised not to tell a soul.

Dean on the other hand didn’t cry but slowly made his way over with a shocked look on his face, placing his hand ever so gently on your stomach. Asking; ‘’I’m going to be an uncle?’’ Over and over almost hysterically before he finally believed you, that’s when he broke out into a massive smile. He almost crushed you when he brought you in for a hug before he pulled away almost as if he’d been burnt panicking because he thought he’d hurt the baby. You still laugh about it to this day.  

‘’I’m hungry.’’

‘’You’re always hungry.’’

‘’I’ll have you know that I am carrying a baby inside of me.’’

Sam huffed a laugh taking one hand of the steering wheel to place a gentle pat on your stomach, ‘’So what does he want?’’

You sat back and through for a moment you defiantly wanted something cold and crunchy, ‘’Ice pops, the ones that are long and wrapped in plastic.’’

‘’Okay, ice pops it is.’’

Sam had long since stopped questioning your cravings it only took one question and you ended up flipping on him. He pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket and forever the gentlemen helped you out of the car and kept his arm wrapped around you as you both walked.

‘’So, any flavors you want?’’

‘’I’m not fussed, I just want ice pops.’’

The two of you were stood in the freezer aisle looking for the ice pops that you wanted; Sam was rubbing your lower back as the ache started blooming once more. ‘’I want those ones.’’  You pointed at a box of ‘Mr Freeze’ ice pops, and Sam reached up and grabbed a box.

‘’Grab another two more just to be sure.’’

Sam looked gob smacked for a moment the box already had twenty inside but he obediently grabbed another two boxes. You held one box close to you debating whenever or not to rip it open and start devouring them.

‘’I’m sure you can wait another five minutes.’’

‘’Oh, son you have no idea.’’ An unknown voice spoke up from behind you and you both turned around; there was an older woman wearing the regulation supermarket uniform, ‘’No craving can wait believe me I’ve got two kids. So, you can open the box sweetheart.’’

With that you ripped open the box picking out a cola flavored ice pop; the first bite felt like heaven the crunch was satisfying. The woman smiled, ‘’I best get back to work now but I must say that you two are the cutest and I hope everything goes well.’’  

You thanked her and the two of you went to paid for your items, even the cashier gave you an all-knowing look.

On the way to Dean’s apartment you had already eaten five ice pops which you were already starting to regret as the pressure that was on your bladder was ready to burst. You were shifting on the spot as you stood in the elevator, ‘’Can this thing go any slower?’’

Sam chuckled, ‘’I did tell you to slow down on the ice pops when we were in the car.’’

‘’I will hit you.’’  

When the elevator doors opened, you rushed out waddling your way to Dean’s door and without even bothering with knocking you opened the door and quickly made your way inside, completely walking passed Dean who was standing in surprise.

Sam was laughing at the confused face of his older brother, ‘’She really needed to use the bathroom.’’

Dean just smiled and brought his brother into a hug, slapping him on the back a few times; ‘’How are you Sammy?’’

He grinned wide and bright, ‘’I’m good, what about you?’’

‘’I’m great.’’

Sam had noticed that Dean’s mood had increased when the news broke that he was going to become an uncle; he’d cut down on his drinking and even started to eat a little healthier it came out of the blue but Sam never mentioned anything to his brother, not wanting to embarrass him.

When you came out of the bathroom Deans attention moved automatically to you; ‘’Well look at you.’’

‘’Shut up, Dean.’’ He wrapped his arms around you being careful of your stomach, ‘’Nah sweetheart, you’re glowing.’’ When he pulled away his hands went straight for your stomach, ‘’How is my nephew treating you?’’

‘’Like a punching bag.’’

Dean let out a chuckle before he crouched down so his face was level with your stomach hands still tenderly placed here; ‘’Kicking your mama isn’t very nice.’’ As if on cue the baby kicked out his feet pressing against Deans hands.

‘’You’re going to be a bad influence Dean Winchester.’’

‘’I haven’t done anything!’’ He looked offended and got back up standing tall, ‘’Every time you’re in the room he gets excited and likes to kick my kidneys!’’

Dean looked over at Sam with begging eyes but he was chuckling, ‘’Nope, can’t help it’s true.’’  

‘’I’m gonna be the cool uncle.’’

You playfully smacked Dean on the shoulder, ‘’Don’t you be giving him any idea’s Winchester.’’ The older brother let out a laugh and took you by the hand leading you over to the chair were the cushions had been plumped; they looked brand new, ‘’You spoiling me here Dean?’’

‘’Hey, you’re carrying my nephew and I want you to be comfortable.’’  

The cushions were very comfortable and molded to the shape of your back giving you the optimum comfort, you looked over at Sam and made grabby hands for the ice pops that he was holding onto. He handed them over with no protest and put the unopened boxes into Dean’s freezer.

Conversation was steady you chuckled at the banter that was being thrown between the brothers; absent mildly you rubbed at your belly; sat crossed legged on the car and swaying slightly from side to side, content with knowing that when the baby was born and he was growing up he had two strong role models. If you really sat and thought about it he would have more; he would be surrounded by a large and loving family.

Sam was watching you out of the corner of his eye a dimpled smile breaking out on his face; despite the ups and downs that you had with pregnancy, you were glowing and small moments like this is what made Sam fall in love with you even more. You had your fears that was a given but you were overcoming them as the days went on, you’d always been fiercely determined with anything that life threw at you.

He had no concerns when it came to raising his son; especially with you as a mother there was no doubt in his mind that his son would grow up into a well-adjusted adult, with you as his mother, a woman who was strong.

The ice pops where slowly disappearing as the conversation flowed included the many trips to the bathroom. This was one of the many different things you weren’t going to miss about pregnancy in the slightest. That and the constant battle of fighting back against stretchmarks as well as the weird cravings and the forever boxing match going on inside you.

‘’We best get going, it’s getting late.’’ Sam smoothed his hands over his legs before he stood up to help you out of the chair. Dean gave you both a hug but once more his hands lingered on your stomach, ‘’You take care you hear?’’

‘’Don’t worry Uncle Dean, we’ll be fine.’’

Dean smiled, ‘’Uncle Dean, still sounds so surreal.’’

‘’One day you’re going to want him to stop saying it.’’ You smiled back your hands covering his, his smile became impossibly wider before he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, ‘’Never.’’

~*~

Seven months.

Ah, the second trimester.

With this came another thing you didn’t like; swollen feet.

You groaned when Sam’s thumb pressed into the arch of your foot, ‘’God Sam.’’

‘’Good?’’

‘’Very.’’

His hands must have been blessed by the God’s or something; he was an expert when it came to a massage and even more so when it came to touching you intimately. Speaking of which there was something else to add to the list. An increased sex drive.

‘’Sam.’’

From the tone of your voice alone the pupils in his eyes widened, ‘’Yes?’’

‘’Please.’’

Sam is up on his feet and picking you up as the word leaves your lips; your too preoccupied mouthing at the side of his neck. You’d been warned that pregnancy could do this, but you weren’t expecting it to hit this hard.

Your placed down on the bed delicately; ‘’Come on Sam.’’

His eyes don’t leave yours as he kneels on the bed and pulls down your leggings and panties down swiftly. He doesn’t take your shirt off, but he does push it up to expose the swell of your belly. ‘’You look good like this.’’

Sam gives you a crooked smile as he leans down and presses his lips against yours for a slow kiss, you whisper his name again when he pulls away. He massages your legs open and pushes them up, so your knees are bent; feet pressing into the bed. His thumbs pressing swirls into your inner thigh, you whimper when you feel the air touch the wetness at the crux of your thighs.

He slides a pillow under your lower back to help with the pressure; arching you and presenting you to him. Sam slides his body down, adjusting his grip on your thighs to spread them; his breath is soft and warm against you making your hands clench the sheets. You can feel his hair on the inside of your thighs.

He places a kiss on the inside of one of your thighs and his long fingers parting your folds, ‘’So wet.’’

Sam buried himself between your thighs his tongue licked a broad stripes from the bottom to the top making sure to avoid your clit. Making you quiver, he gently weaved his tongue between your folds before he finally flicked his tongue over clit making you squeal.

He picked up the pace making sure to keep constant pressure of your clit making your writhe beneath him and Sam wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you in place and it seemed to increase the pleasure you were feeling.

‘’Sam, more.’’

He listened to your desperate plea and wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, hard.

‘’God!’’ You cried out, reaching for Sam’s head, threading your fingers through his hair and tugged until he gave a low groan that vibrated through you. That was all you needed as you through your head back letting out a silent scream, back arching as your orgasm crashed into you, gasping for air as Sam helped you ride out the waves of pleasure.

You don’t know how long you lay on the bed as you steadied your breathing. But when you opened your eyes you realized that Sam was laying next to you.

‘’Hey, you okay?’’

‘’Need to turn over,’’ Sam gently eased you onto your side and you can see that Sam is still hard his cock pressing hard again the fly of his jeans. Even with your increased sex drive with your belly it’s difficult to find a comfortable position.

You smile at him and reach for the button of his jeans, you undo it and reach inside; Sam turns on his back and spreads his legs wider. His cock his hard and heavy in your hand, Sam shivers when the cool air hits it.

Moving your hand in a fluid motion twisting your wrist when you reach the top; Sam groans hips thrusting to match your moments.

‘’God damn.’’

With one more twist Sam comes with a groan you work him through it until he relaxes into the pillow with a sigh. ‘’That was amazing.’’

You chuckle, ‘’Nap with me?’’

‘’Of course.’’

 ~*~

Eight months and three weeks.

Eight months and three freaking weeks.

You were so ready to give birth; baby was constantly restless keeping you awake at night; well that wasn’t a new thing but it had ended up getting a lot worst. Sam bless his heart was staying awake all night with you, spending most of his time rocking you gently when you were sat between his legs, your back to his chest.

This wasn’t even labour and it sucked; you could imagine how bad actual birthing out a human being would be.

Sam had now taken every precaution when it came to you; when he went to work, he sent you to Dean’s garage so he could baby sit you. That’s where you were on your way to now and voicing your opinion to Sam about it wasn’t doing anything.

Sam was turning into a typical helicopter parent, but Dean was even worse. He’d moved a reclining arm chair into his office for you, he’d brought the heavenly comfy pillows from his house and even had the fridge stocked with your favorite food and drink. He helped you out of the car wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked into the garage, greeting Garth and Benny as you walked.

‘’Hey there momma Winchester to be.’’

‘’Garth,’’ You hugged him as best as you could, ‘’How are you?’’

‘’Shouldn’t I be asking you that?’’

You smiled, ‘’I’m fine.’’

‘’You look ready to burst sugar,’’ Benny spoke wiping the oil from his hands with a rag, ‘’Any day now I’m bettin’.’’

‘’Counting down the days, talk to you later guys.’’

Dean’s mother hen senses were tingling as he came bursting out of his offices to usher you inside, ‘’Sit you look uncomfortable.’’

‘’I’m a week from my due date Dean, I’m in a constant state of uncomfortable.’’

Sam is chuckling at his brother’s antics before he kneels at the side of the chair, ‘’I have to go to work, I don’t wanna leave you.’’ You smile, ‘’I’ll be find my mother is watching me.’’

Dean makes an offended sound, ‘’Hey!’’

Sam stands and presses a kiss to your forehead, ‘’Call me if anything happens,’’ He puts a hand on your belly, ‘’You be good for your mama, you hear?’’

You pull him down by his tie to kiss him, ‘’Get to work.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

~*~

Your sat as comfortable as you can get with a cup of tea trying to relax and Dean, well he’s busy playing tag with mini moose. He drums his fingers against your belly with a large goofy smile on his face that gets unbelievably larger when the baby presses back against his touches.

‘’You having fun?’’  

‘’He’s moving a lot today,’’ Dean mumbles as he watches your belly contort as the baby moves, ‘’Must be restless to join the world.’’

‘’It’s going to be any day now.’’

‘’Excited?’’

You nodded, ‘’That and terrified; I’m going to be pushing a tiny human out of me soon.’’

‘’You’ll do great, Sam is going to be with you every step of the way.’’

‘’No doubt I’m going to be throwing abuse at him.’’

Dean laughed, ‘’Well you are going to be giving birth to his child, he got the easy part of the process.’’

That part was true you remembered the night that you conceived, there had been plans for a child but not at that moment. Around that time, you and Sam had started experimenting in the bedroom; he tied your hands to the headboard and took you apart bit by bit; until you had overwhelmed tears rolling down your face from the pleasure.

Due to being in the throes of passion Sam had forgotten the condom but you were on the pill, so there was nothing to worry about, right?

Well, it looked as if your mini moose wanted to be born.

‘’Shouldn’t you be out their fixing cars?’’

‘’Yeah but you are my number one priority right now.’’

Dean forever the sweetheart whoever it is that bags his heart is going to be one lucky person. ‘’You’re going to be a great uncle.’’

‘’I’m going to be an awesome uncle,’’ He smiled cheekily, ‘’Anything you need?’’

‘’Pickle chips.’’

‘’Comin’ right up.’’

When Dean leaves it wasn’t surprising that Garth and Benny came to join you in Dean’s office of course he wasn’t going to leave you by yourself. Benny went to make you another cup of tea whilst Garth brought out Mr Fizzles. He had you to the point of tears laughing. Garth had always been good with children and with Mr Fizzles he was efficient in making gloomy kids smile.

You grunt when the baby kicks your ribs, ‘’You’ve had enough of my kidneys now huh? Gotta go for the ribs?’’ You rub at your belly hoping that the movement would soothe him.

‘’Isn’t that a good thing?’’ Garth speaks, ‘’Means he’s turned upside down into the birthing position?’’

‘’Oh, he’s moving alright.’’ If what Garth said was true, then it wouldn’t be long until it was time.

The smell of pickles was the first indication that Dean was back, and your stomach growled; Garth and Benny left to get back to work when Dean came through the door. ‘’I come baring gifts!’’

‘’Dean you are a wonderful human being.’’

‘’You’re making me blush here sweetheart.’’

The pickle chips didn’t last long when you got your hands on them and you probably looked like a starved animal the way you ate them but you didn’t care. When you were done you rub a hand over your stomach trying to elevate the pressure that was starting to build, no wonder with how fast you just ate.

When an hour passes, and the pressure starts turning into pain you start to worry slightly but push it to the side, you still have a whole week until your due and with all the baby books you’ve read you put the pain down to Braxton hicks.

It’s only when you feel a gush of warm water it’s when shit really hits the fan.

Nope not Braxton hicks.

You were going into labour.

‘’Dean!’’

He comes rushing in like a bat out of hell with grease smeared on his cheek, ‘’You good?’’

‘’My water just broke.’’

It takes a moment before it finally clicks and honestly it would be funny if you weren’t ready to double over in pain. ‘’Oh fuck!’’

‘’I’d get the cursing out of your system before your nephew is born.’’

‘’Shit, this is really happening? Fuck, fuck, fuck.’’ Dean reaches behind his desk and pulls out a backpack and slings it over one shoulder, ‘’Alright sweetheart, let’s get this show on the road.’’

He helps you up off the chair and when you stand up the pain shoots across your stomach and you groan. ‘’You good to walk?’’

‘’Yeah, let’s go.’’

When the two of you enter the main part of the building all eyes are on you, ‘’Benny you good to close the shop?’’

‘’Of course, brother.’’

‘’Great! Well guys the next time you see me I’m gonna be an uncle.’’

Simultaneous woops and cheers fill the floor along with courses of good lucks and you smile, your son is going to have such an amazing family around him. By the time you get to the Impala a sheen of sweat has started to build on your forehead.

As Dean slides into the car he chuckles to himself which causes you to raise an eyebrow, ‘’What?’’

‘’My baby’s gonna have a baby in her soon.’’

You roll your eyes but find yourself laughing – which is cut short when a contraction hit. You grip hold of Dean’s hand and squeeze, ‘’Sam. He needs to know.’’

‘’I’ll call him as soon as I get you to the hospital, I promise you,’’ Baby rumbles to life, ‘’Now let’s get going.’’

~*~

Sam is sat in a meeting none the wiser of what’s going on, he’s had an uneasy feeling since he left you with his brother. He just wants to get out of this meeting, so he can pick you up and go home. The meeting is dragging along slowly until Gabe burst through the door, scaring everyone half to death.

‘’Sorry everyone, I’m here for the moose daddy to be,’’ Gabe smiles, ‘’Just got a call from your brother, (First)’s water broke.’’

Now nothing scares Sam fucking Winchester he’s faced many different criminals in the courtroom and not an ounce of fear has ever got in the way, apart from right now. ''Fuck, fuck, fuck.'' In his haste to get out the room, he bangs his knee on the table followed by his toe on his chair; he somehow manages to put his jacket on inside out and then bolted from the room. He cursed blue streak at the elevator for being too slow, successfully scaring everyone around. When he finally got to his car he tumbled about with his pockets looking for his car keys his search left him empty handed.  ''God fucking dammit!''   ''You're going to have to watch that language of yours when the babies born.''

‘’Gabe?’’

The short man smirks, ‘’The one and only, you my friend are in no fit state to drive, come on I’ll give you a lift.’’

~*~

It’s been almost two hours since your waters broke, and Sam hasn’t shown up yet, Dean bless his heart is doing the best he can to keep you calm. ‘’Where’s Sam?’’

‘’He’s on his way sweetheart, he’ll be here.’’

Nothing much has changed you’re still in the preliminary stages of labour, contractions are spaced far from one another but when one hits it makes you feel like tearing your own hair out. Your ready for everything to be over.

When Sam finally does arrive, he rushes in looking worst for wear, his hair is disheveled and his shirt which was crisp and pressed only this morning is wrinkled and coming untucked.

‘’Hey, there was an accident and traffic came to a standstill,’’ You don’t care and reach out for him and he wastes no time crossing the room, ‘’How are you feeling?’’

‘’Better now you’re here.’’

You gasp when a contraction hits, hands scrambling to take a tight grip on your husband, when it subsides you relax back into the bed but don’t release the hold you have on Sam. Dean slips out of the room to meet Mary and John at the reception.

Sam sweeps back the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes. He looks at you with admiration sparkling through his hazel eyes, ‘’You’re beautiful.’’

‘’Shut your mouth,’’ You chuckle, ‘’You’re only saying that, so I don’t shout at you later.’’

‘’Maybe.’’

You both burst into giggles and Sam leans down to place a kiss on your forehead, ‘’You’re gonna do just fine, you’ve got this (First).’’

The moment between you is broken when your midwife comes in to check on you, turns out nothing much has changed. Your still in the initial stages but she tells you not to worry, labour is different for every woman. You could go into full labour in the next hour or it could take another nine it’s just a waiting game, and you don’t like waiting.

~*~

Twelve hours in and only eight centimeters dilated your ready to commit murder, from Dean being in and out of the room – until Sam banned him – and the midwife prodding and poking at you it was enough to drive you crazy. You grit your teeth together and let out a long groan when a contraction hit.  

You’re restless and the midwife suggests getting up and walking around a bit, apparently it helps with the labour and at this moment you don’t care if it’s a load of shit, you’ll do anything. With the help of Sam, you get up on your feet and waddle out of the hospital room. As soon as Dean and his parents see you, they are all up on their feet. Sam is agitated just as much as you are and snaps at his older brother.

‘’Boys,’’ John speaks, ‘’The both of you get to the canteen and eat.’’

‘’Dad –‘’

‘’Son, you need a break you’re getting antsy and it’s not helpin’ go get something to eat and drink with your mother, I’ll stay with (First).’’

Sam looks down at you and you smile at him stroking his arm, ‘’Go, I’ll be fine.’’

With a nod he places a loving kiss on your forehead and gives your hand a squeeze before he lets go and leaves. John holds out his arm and you slip yours into his, hand resting on his forearm.

‘’Let’s try and get this show on the road, shall we?’’

As you start walking you can feel the pressure in your lower abdomen and take it as a good sign, it’s a slow pace the two of you walk in but John doesn’t mind.

‘’I remember when Mary went into labour with Dean,’’ He speaks, ‘’I almost crashed twice on the way to the hospital and when we finally did I just threw my keys at some random person,’’ He chuckled, ‘’Poor guy near shit his pants.’’

You laugh, ‘’I can imagine.’’

‘’Mary had a long labour with Dean, almost sixteen hours and she screamed like a banshee; at me mostly. No wonder either, the boy was almost nine pounds.’’

You suck in a breath and cringe, ‘’Poor Mary,’’ He smiles, ‘’She said she wouldn’t have another baby but four years later she had Sam.’’

You hum, and John continues, ‘’I’ll be honest thought it was gonna be Dean gave us enough pregnancy scares when he was a teen to give me grey hairs.’’

You can’t help but laugh you’ve heard enough about Dean when he was younger, he was a wild child especially when he went to college. John takes a deep breath, ‘’Anyway, what I’m trying to say now is that it sucks now but in the end it’s gonna be all worth it, and you’re doing an amazing job. I don’t think Sam could have married a better woman.’’

You bump your hip into his, ‘’What happened to the ‘no chick flick moments’ rule?’’

John throw his head back and laughs before wrapping his arm around you to bring you close, ‘’Hey it’s the birth of my first grandchild, I think we can let this time slide.’’

‘’I won’t tell if you won’t.’’

‘’Got yourself a deal, honey.’’

The moment between the two of you is broken when a contraction a lot stronger than the others hits, you grasp hold of John and hang on for dear life. ‘’Get Sam,’’ You pant, ‘’I think it’s time.’’

~*~

After just over thirteen hours of labour your baby boy lets out his first cry as he enters the world. Sam who hasn’t let go of your hand through it all cries along with his son, who is placed into your waiting arms. You look up at Sam who is looking down at you in awe, ‘’You did it, I love you so much.’’

‘’Love you too.’’

For a short while your baby boy is taken to be cleaned up and weighed, the same goes for you. Sam left the room to tell his family and you chuckle when you hear Dean whoop loudly. It’s not long when your cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes, your little boy latched snugly on your breast.

Sam can’t take his eyes away from his son stroking his finger lovingly across his face, ‘’I can’t believe it, we have a son.’’

‘’I know,’’ You coo when your son starts to get a little fussy, ‘’I think somebody is full.’’

‘’I think,’’ You look up at Sam, ‘’He wants his Daddy.’’

Sam cradles his son close to him when you carefully pass him to him, your little mini moose looks tiny in his father’s arms and it doesn’t take long before he finally settles. Out of the corner of your eyes you can see the very familiar blonde hair and green eyes of Dean hovering through the small glass panel of the door.

‘’Okay Dean you can come in.’’

The new uncle looks sheepish as he walks in, John and Mary followed closely behind him.

‘’Lookin’ good baby momma.’’

‘’Dean!’’

‘’What? It’s true,’’ He laughs, ‘’Now let me look at my nephew.’’

You watch as they all group together fawning over the precious bundle in your husband’s arms, Sam looks towards you unshed tears still in his eyes and breaks out into a beaming smile. You send one back in return.

After a long nine months filled with ups and downs, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Your son is going to grow up with a loving family, filled with strong positive role models. You relax and let the moment sweep over you.

You can’t wait to see what the future has in store.

[lichtweh]

coexist (with me) yoonkook / teen & up / 3.3k // for acire ♥

prompt: E. “Reading from an ancient book, never a good idea.” 2. “This is all your fault.” 6. “I beg to differ.”

(yoonkook, the occult and an honest mistake)

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the end of the incantation leaves him quietly: tingling on his lips like the touch of something other, a kiss, feather-light, pulling the last syllable from his mouth gently. he inhales deeply, lightness spreading in him, no feelings in his body, no motion to the air.

it’s not air that makes the candle lights flicker, fight to stay burning, before they’re all put out.

the smoke dances, life to its movement, collects in the middle of the circle, growing and growing in front of him. there’s so much smoke, black, thick, spreading; it rises up to the ceiling and reaches out to every wall, engulfs all of the small attic in its darkness.

terror—terror envelops him, from his toes up his legs and into his throat, he can’t breathe, the fog like concrete around him. he gasps for air, but all his lungs fill with is heaviness, pressing down on his midst. the rush of blood roars in his ears, fear digs into his spine, and his fingers clench above his heart helplessly, vision black.

he shouldn’t have done this. he’ll die.

something brushes his cheek—gentle, the ghost of a touch, and everything goes calm and quiet.

he opens his eyes with a gasp, clear air flooding him.

red eyes meet his.

jungkook can’t move with the shock, staring up at the figure in front of him. black hair, perfect pale skin, small nose and pouty lips; dressed all in black, intimidating, gorgeous.

it makes sense he would look ethereal.

it doesn’t make sense for the spell to have worked at all, but it did. jungkook clutches the book in his arms.

his breath and words are caught in his throat, frozen beneath the other’s inhuman eyes. the figure blinks and they turn black, unassuming behind messy, long bangs. jungkook wills his body to move again, tries to find his voice.

“hi,” he croaks.

the man quirks his lips, an expression so familiar and human. but he’s not.

“hello.”

his voice is deep and raspy; it shoots through jungkook, hot and urgent. he’s—unfairly attractive, inhumanly so, draws jungkook’s attention like he’s never seen beauty before in his life.

jungkook doesn’t know how to go about this, what the etiquette says: if there’s an order of things to communicate and note down, if the creature has done this thousands of times and jungkook is the first not to know what he’s doing. he gapes up at the being in front of him, tries to swallow his nerves down.

“you’re... a spirit.”

“you could say that,” the spirit drawls.

jungkook straightens deliberately, but his fingers still curl in the edges of the book, needing reassurance.

“will you answer my request?”

the spirit doesn’t avert his gaze once, keeps jungkook pinned under it. it’s unsettling—abnormal. otherworldly.

“your first time?”

discomfort grows in jungkook’s stomach, all of him open and vulnerable in front of this existence.

“y-yes.”

he hums, low, reverberating; jungkook feels it in his bones.

“don’t be afraid. i can be gentle.”

dread—it might be dread coiling around his insides, fluttering around his ribs.

“gentle...?”

“i’m yoongi. what’s your name, human?”

“jungkook.”

“jungkook. it’s okay. i’ll be careful with you.”

“careful...?”

his mind can’t make sense of it.

the entity—spirit—yoongi. yoongi takes a step forward, and jungkook leans back.

“careful with what? shouldn’t you—i called you to—aren’t you here to help me?”

yoongi crouches at the edge of the invisible circle, balancing on the balls of his feet, elbows on his spread knees. he rests his chin on a palm, long fingers curling against his cheek elegantly. his fingernails are black.

“to help you, yes.”

his smirk is electrifying; positively dangerous.

“i—” the words get stuck in his throat, shame squeezing it closed. it hurts a little to force them out.

maybe shame in the face of an unearthly being is misplaced here, but jungkook feels his muscles tense against his will. even if the being doesn’t judge him, dutifully soothes his pain and disappears—jungkook has to live with the wound. has to live with the knowledge. he’s been fine all this time, for years and years, mostly on his own in this hollow house. he’s been fine. but his parents haven’t returned in months again, he doesn’t know where they are.

“i wanted some company.”

yoongi doesn’t blink, piercing gaze boring into jungkook’s core.

“company, yes. i can provide that.”

the tone of his voice, the glint in his eyes, the smirk pulling at his tempting mouth. it adds up to—something, but not what jungkook expected. alluring, mesmerizing, he’s heard of sirens before.

“what exactly… are you?”

yoongi raises an eyebrow.

“shouldn’t you know? we’re called incubi.”

“inc—what?”

“incubus. a sex demon.”

“a—what?”

yoongi stares at him, not moving a muscle.

“that’s what i was called for. sex.”

embarrassment shoots through jungkook, sharp and hot. he gapes, momentarily forgotten how to form words.

“no… no, that’s not—aren’t you here to,” he swallows hard, mouth dry, thought after thought escaping him, “offer your services?”

“sexual services, yes.”

“no,” jungkook mumbles, again and again, “no no no, i didn’t want that. it said—”

he stares at the open book in his lap, faded drawings on torn pages he can barely read. he’d found it at the bottom of a cardboard box, much older between children’s books and magazines from the last decade. servant, spirit, he understood that much. or not enough.

“ah,” yoongi drawls, “not enough training but already reading from an ancient book, never a good idea.”

“i didn’t—i didn’t think it would work.”

“why wouldn’t it, aren’t you a witch?”

jungkook meets yoongi’s eyes, black—demonic. a demon. an—incubus. yoongi glances up, and jungkook touches a hand to his red hair.

“witch… what? no.”

yoongi looks him up and down, frowning at the book in his lap.

“well, you couldn’t have done that without magic in your blood. you can’t summon demons on accident.”

jungkook summoned a demon on accident and has no idea what to do.

“magic in my blood…?”

his parents are upper middle class workers too busy abroad to have a family, his elder brother is a resigned model student in some university out of town. jungkook is a let-down.

jungkook blinks at yoongi, yoongi blinks back. then he tears his unnerving gaze away, looking around the cramped attic for the first time. he squints at an old flat-screen tv and playstation in the corner.

“what year is this?”

“2019?”

yoongi sits down with a heavy thud. “oh man.”

jungkook finally lets go of the spellbook and shoves it to the side, furrowing his brows. “why? how old are you?”

“i’m not old, okay,” he points a finger at him, “it’s just… been a while.”

“and ‘a while’ means…?”

“so, the sex.” yoongi’s eyes glint in annoyance. “let’s get to it.”

“no!”

“what?”

jungkook stares at the demon, cross-legged in front of him, mirroring his pose, like they’re two friends having a friendly chat about something—well, less bizarre.

“i don’t want to have sex with you.”

yoongi tilts his head, a twitch to his lips, brows raised. “you don’t?”

jungkook feels warmth rush to his cheeks. he clears his throat.

“i don’t.”

“human,” the demon sighs. “the incubus summoned is determined by the heart of the spellcaster. it is in your blood, and in mine.”

jungkook listens, waiting for it to make some sense. yoongi’s mouth stretches in a slow, smug grin.

“your magic called for me, so i had to answer.”

jungkook chews on his bottom lip, wanting to say something against it, but he doesn’t know what. he really doesn’t know what exactly any of this means.

yoongi’s grin is wolfish, scary, but so gorgeous, still. “your body definitely wants to have sex with me.”

“well i don’t. that’s not—” jungkook shifts back, the demon still contained inside the incantation circle. “i didn’t call you for that, i’m sorry, so you can go home.”

yoongi’s tone is flat. “i can’t just go home.”

“what do you mean, you can’t?”

“you called for me and i answered. we made a deal.”

jungkook doesn’t want to hear the rest of the explanation, sense of foreboding thumping loudly in his chest. yoongi only shrugs, a hand in his hair, messing it up almost artfully.

“i give you an orgasm, you give me your semen,” he wiggles his fingers, “then i go home. that’s the deal.”

“my—what—no,” jungkook squeaks, drawing his arms up in defense, warm everywhere, up to the tips of his ears. “why—no.”

“human.” yoongi’s low growl commands attention, amicable front gone in a split-second. “i can’t leave until the trade is completed. i am bound to you by the contract.”

he leans forward, one hand on the floor.

“i fulfill your needs, take a bit of life force—you won’t even notice it, i promise—and we’re free, you never see me again. simple.”

yoongi’s gaze is searing, felt all the way inside jungkook’s chest, so much so that he draws back even further. “but—”

yoongi shuffles forward on his knees, between the line of candles, and even further. he crosses the boundary without effort, as if it wasn’t there at all.

“how—you’re not supposed to—”

“the mood lighting is cute, but that’s all it is. even with your powers.”

the demon crawls towards jungkook, and jungkook retreats back, holding himself up on trembling arms. yoongi’s smirk runs down his spine, bursts white-hot in his gut.

“why do you deny it? i am everything you’re attracted to.”

yoongi inches closer, closer, to kneel between jungkook’s legs. his eyes glimmer with trouble, his mouth curves with fake promises. jungkook leans as far back as his arms can hold him, heartbeat pounding in his ears.

yoongi curves his body over his, breath teasing on jungkook’s skin. his lips look soft, full, deliciously pretty—jungkook inhales, stuttery, weak.

yoongi’s smell has his arms almost give out. it’s pleasant but intense, the sweetest blend of flowers and citrus and musk. jungkook inclines his head on instinct, craving more of it as it makes his head spin.

yoongi smiles so beautifully, knowing, leaning close. jungkook forces himself to turn his nose away, so instead he bares his neck, tingling all over his skin, anticipating. yoongi chuckles, close, so close, breath like sparks down his neck.

a demon. a demon is at his neck.

before yoongi can touch him, jungkook jerks away, losing his balance. he falls on his back, pain immediate, scrunching his eyes shut.

he braces himself, tense, but nothing happens.

when a quiet chuckle sounds above him, jungkook blinks up at the ceiling.

yoongi’s head pops into view, leaned over him, sharp demon eyes in amused curves.

“you’re cute.” he touches a bony finger to the tip of jungkook’s nose, pressing down once. his smile loses its edge, stretching all wide until his teeth show, then his gums, then his eyes disappear into crescents. no human has looked at jungkook this way.

“i can’t actually touch you without your consent, you know. master.”

jungkook shoves him to the ground, hard, cheeks burning.

                “come on. jungkook.”

“i’m studying.”

“so keep doing it. how about my fingers in you?”

“no, no fin—no.”

“okay, fine, i could jerk you off?”

“yoongi—”

“more of a blowjob guy? i’m efficient at that.”

“wh—okay, you know what, no, you—leave, get out.”

“and where am i supposed to go?”

yoongi, unexpectedly, turns whiny when he doesn’t get his way.

it’s been hours.

jungkook tried making him do housework: finish chores, dust off the attic, mop the floors, do the laundry and the dishes, too. yoongi complained all the while, this is not fulfilling your needs, and why is the house so big, but did it all easily. with his magic demon powers or whatever. he didn’t lift a finger, anyway. he hasn’t disappeared, either.

yoongi sighs, long and heavy, frustration audible in it.

“jungkook, seriously though. i’m dying.”

jungkook’s neck cracks from how fast he snaps his head towards his unwilling companion. yoongi’s face is impassive.

“i can feel my powers decreasing as we speak. i am withering.”

jungkook should have considered that. yoongi is a demon—this is not his realm. he was called here by a spell. it makes sense that there is a penalty or cost to his stay. but—

“i will die. i will crumble to pieces if i can’t stick it in. or you stick it—”

“oh my god okay stop, please stop talking—”

“jungkook, please—”

“i can’t!”

his voice comes out much louder than intended, an uncomfortable feeling nagging at him, an itch he can’t locate.

“i can’t, okay? i just—we don’t even know each other, and i want my sexual partner to be someone i can trust, you know, someone that—”

“jungkook. jungkook, sweetie, i’m not human, i’ll just vanish into thin air after and—”

“that’s the problem.”

sure, it was stupid. to let weakness grip him so tight and painful he would even dare hope magic was real and he could just summon a friendly servant spirit to keep him company and help him pretend he isn’t—so terribly fucking lonely all the time.

he should’ve known even magic wouldn’t help with that.

jungkook stares down at his notes until they blur.

                “jungkook. come on, jungkook.”

it’s been another hour. it was peaceful, though; jungkook pretended to be alone, as he always is, and yoongi kept his quiet and distance. until now.

“look—” yoongi sighs. “i get that you want… feelings, or whatever, and i’m not the… answer for that. that’s valid, i’m not telling you how to live your incredibly short mortal life.”

jungkook turns his head towards the demon slowly, mouth in a line.

yoongi looks tired, hair mussed, a hand fiddling with it.

“but i just can’t leave your side until the contract is fulfilled. i am not able to.”

jungkook regards him from head to toe, which is not a lot of distance to cover: he’s sat on the floor in front of the couch, legs drawn up to his chest, head hung. jungkook was busy feeling very sorry for himself, but it’s true that both of them are stuck with each other.

“what happens if you… if the contract isn’t fulfilled?”

“i die.”

yoongi crosses his arms on top of his knees and lays his head down on them. there’s no edge to his tone.

for a second, jungkook sees himself reaching out, his hand gently touching yoongi’s inky hair. he curls his fingers in the hem of his shirt instead, bottom lip between his teeth, guilt swelling in his chest. it was his mistake.

“can’t you just,” he clenches and unclenches his fists uselessly. “i don’t know—touch me and suck some life force out of me? use your powers for it?”

“suck… i’m not a vampire. and not a magician, jungkook. i need to—”

“can’t you at least treat me to dinner first? or is that not part of ‘fulfilling my needs’ either?” jungkook throws his hands in the air.

he’s half joking, but it’s quiet for so long that jungkook’s face turns warm all over, body tense.

yoongi’s face is stuck in a grimace.

“you want me to… court you? but that’s not—”

“court—why not? don’t i know best what i need from you?”

yoongi only stares back, mouth in a pout. “you do, but…”

jungkook has no idea how to save himself from this, except maybe embarrass himself more. if it’s about needs—what he really needs, from someone other than himself—

“a… hug, then?” the truth comes out weak, stumbling, never had to learn how to walk, “a hug would be… nice.”

yoongi visibly shivers. he presses his back against the couch, away from jungkook.

“what? sex is okay but a hug is too much?”

“no, just—” yoongi furrows his brows, eyes averted, drawing his shoulders up. “even if it counted, i don’t—”

jungkook has no idea what this form of his is; how much of it is real, how it is sustained, how his appearance was chosen. this, though, is a reaction that’s familiar: yoongi’s human-like body has his ears go red.

excitement flutters in jungkook’s chest.

“i want to cuddle. that’s what i really want.” it’s a bit embarrassing to say, and maybe silly, but that’s a low cost everything considered. yoongi shrinks in on himself, eyes glued to the carpet.

“i don’t think—” he raises a hand to his face, rubbing at his nose. “isn’t there something else i could do?”

the demon glares at jungkook through his bangs, curled into a ball, color on his cheeks both irrational and—cute, somehow. jungkook’s face is probably mirroring it, but it’s worth it.

“hold my hand, too,” he adds out of spite.

                “this is terrible and i am dying.”

“you’re not. yet.”

“i am uncomfortable. i want this to end.”

“can you please be quiet?”

“please release me.”

jungkook huffs, yoongi’s voice small and muffled behind him. he tightens his grip on yoongi’s hand instead, arm around his waist, burrows further into the embrace and body against him. it’s warm; the physical touch, his back, his chest and cheeks.

“i’m trying to save your life.”

his voice wavers on the excuse, on the absurdity of the situation. yoongi goans into his neck.

“this is all your fault to begin with.”

“isn’t this kinda nice?”

their legs are tangled under a blanket, soft mattress beneath them. jungkook had taken the incubus to his bed.

“i beg to differ.”

yoongi hasn’t stopped moping since.

“this is ruining my enjoyment of it,” jungkook lies, gaze fixed on his nightstand. his phone might be in its depths.

yoongi growls, a sad and disgruntled little noise, pressing his nose to jungkook’s hair. he nuzzles his nape, his neck, inhaling deeply. it causes ripples on jungkook’s skin, heat rising beneath it.

yoongi’s lips are soft, warm, their movement distracting.

“how long do we have to keep doing this?”

“do you want to be stuck here forever?”

“it’s okay, i’ll just die.”

jungkook shoves his shoulder into his chest, hard.

in all honesty, there’s no telling if this actually works. jungkook can’t imagine what this contract between them looks like, what it says in the fine print. if pleasure that is not sexual still counts, so long as it is pleasure. it’s not sex he’s craving with all of his being.

if it doesn’t work, though—

“how much… how much time do you have? do you know?”

yoongi’s arms are solid, warm to the touch, human by all means perceivable. he breathes and has blood in his veins and a heartbeat gently tapping against jungkook’s back. everything to make jungkook believe and pretend.

“i mean, it’s… a vague feeling, but, calculated in your time…” yoongi inhales deeply, chest pressing against jungkook, his voice a low murmur. “a year?”

“a—what?”

jungkook goes rigid, straining to listen.

“what?”

“year? an entire year?”

his voice rises, goes high-pitched and disbelieving.

yoongi leans back a little, words slurred like through a pout.

“yeah? i’m fairly powerful, not to brag but—”

“a year—i thought you were dying—” jungkook pushes away from yoongi, his whole face hot, embarrassment pounding against his ribs. “okay, get off of me right this instant—”

“hey, i am dying,” yoongi tightens his hold around him, jungkook wriggling between his arms, “wait—”

jungkook grabs at the edge of the bed, trying to free himself from the embrace. yoongi’s all but clinging to his body now, draped over his back.

“wait, jungkook, it didn’t work yet—”

it’s so absurd that jungkook snorts, first, and then a giggle makes it out, and then another. yoongi’s whining against his shoulder blade, and jungkook hides his flush and smile behind a hand.

“we can’t give up now, you need to release me from this hell—”

yoongi tries to pull him back against his chest while jungkook burrows his face into a pillow, anticipation and hope in his veins. a whole year.

“you have enough time to treat me to dinner, then.”

[eurusholmmes]

When Paradise Comes | c.g.

So here I am, back with my first requested oneshot in MONTHS. Be easy on me till I get back into the groove of things. For those of you who haven’t seen the post yet, requests are OPEN FOR: 

- MARVEL (Literally anyone I have written for before, including Old Man Logan!) 

- The Walking Dead (I’d prefer Carl, Ezekiel, and Aaron.. But I can compromise if I have to) 

- Star Wars (Ben/Kylo, POE DAMERON CAUSE HOT DANG, Luke Skywalker (Young and Old) and Obi Wan) 

- AGENTS OF SHIELD!!!!!

Prompt - Requested by: @5sosnerdygirlanahood

Hello!^~^ I was wondering if I could request a Carl x Y/N(Reader) Imagine,We're You're Picked In Negans Line Up And Carl Tries His Hardest To Save You <3 Thanks

In this imagine, you are the daughter to Carol. It’s a reader insert for a character of mine I created. 

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Cold gravel dug into the fragile skin of your palms as the air began tangible with blood, your body trembling against the cold as the world seemed to spin around you. How you had gotten into this position in the first place, you still had no idea. But here you were, on your knees in front of the Devil, and he was picking you off one by one. 

You were grateful- No, unbelievably thankful that Carol was not here to see this. The two of you had been attached at the hip since Michonne had rescued you from the oppressive clutches of your father, The Governor. He had kept you confined inside the walls since the start of the Turn, and when he didn’t, you were bred to be a cold, detached soldier with a thirst for blood. 

It just wasn’t your thirst. It was his. 

And now here you sat all these months later, at the hands and feet of the Devil, y/e/c irises intently watching as his baseball bat maneuvered between the members of your family in a sickening game of Eeny-Meeny-Miny-Mo. Your boyfriend Carl sat unmoving beside you, his solid blue eye set in a glare as Negan continued to provoke his father Rick. 

You glanced down at your watch. 11:58. Two minutes to think about every good thing that had happened to you since the day you’d locked eyes with the Sheriffs son. 

  “If you don’t stop acting like you own this place, I will not hesitate to shoot you!” Carl snapped. You smirked deviously as you slid the dagger your father Phillip had given you into its sheath before crossing your arms over your chest. 

  “Oh, look at that. The poor little Sheriffs son thinks he’s all big and bad. Let me tell you something, kid.” You snapped, lunging outward to pin the older Grimes son against the walls of the cellblock. The rest of the group had opted to stay outside since it was so nice out, granting Baby Judith her first rays of sunshine and an aura of happiness to envelop the members of Rick Grimes company. “Once you’ve seen the horrors I’ve committed, then you come call me. Tell me I own the place. Because believe me.. I’m only here cause I have to be.” 

Carol had approached you that same day with a foreign tenderness to her voice, asking if you were alright. You had lied to her in an instant - It was all you knew. How to manipulate, how to push people away, how to survive. 

It was that same day she’d asked you to let her in. There was something she said that day that had stuck with you ever since, in the midst of a conversation when you claimed you missed the world before the Turn. 

 “If you want to remember anything, remember the ones you lost when Paradise comes.” 

Four weeks later

  “Hey y/n?” Your head snapped upward from the cell you shared with Carol, fingers tightly wrapped around the pendant that she and Daryl had retrieved for your fifteenth birthday as you met Carl Grimes bright blue eyes. “I have something I want to give you for your birthday.” 

Your cheeks broke into an ear-splitting grin as he held up a stack of Xmen comics that Michonne had retrieved on the run she had just returned from. They were your moms favorite stories as a kid, and in turn she had gifted you with her collection the year before she passed away. There was more to them then just the stories.. There was an emotional connection lingering there. A good memory. 

You jumped to your feet and wrapped your arms around Carls neck, sinking into his embrace when he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist. “What happened to hating me?” You whispered. His hand slowly ghosted up your back until his fingers were tangled in your hair, thus pulling your head away from his shoulder so the two of you could glance directly at one another. 

  “You saved my dad by saving Glenn and Maggie. You’ve attempted to sacrifice yourself multiple times to help us keep this place standing. The people here have come to respect you.” His eyes flickered from your own to your lips before he was beginning to lean in, warm breath ghosting across your skin. “You made me into a better man.”

That was the same day you shared your first kiss, and the rest was history. 

  “Now who do we have here?” You gasped as the sharp edges of Lucilles barbs grazed your skin, now noticing how completely oblivious you had been that he’d finished his cruel game, and the bat had landed on you. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” 

Your entire brain stalled. Was this the moment where you flipped Death off in defiance, or begged for your life? 

Grimacing, you glanced down at your watch to look at the time. 12 AM. The wedding ring on your finger would decide for you. 

Blood turned to ice in your veins as Daryl roared your name so loudly, it brought you crashing back into reality with the forceful slap of Negans hand against your face. “I believe I asked you a question, kid.” He growled, smirking as he roughly pulled you to your feet by your hair, ignoring Daryls labored breathing as his daughter, the girl he’d raised with Carol, was dragged in front of his group. “One more time. What is your name?” 

Swallowing thickly, you lifted your y/e/c eyes and met those of the Devil. You weren’t afraid to die. You never had been. You were just afraid petrified of what would happen to those you loved afterwards. 

  “Y/n Peletier.” You snapped, lifting your bloodied palms to make your middle finger visible to Negan. He visibly grinned at your defiance as your spittle flecked on the gravel, laced with the blood that had gathered in your mouth. 

  “Well, y/n Peletier. We played the odds.. and they landed on you and Red.” Negan taunted, pointing Lucille in the direction of Abrahams corpse. You slowly exhaled through your nose as you moved to tie up your hair, revealing the array of scars that burned your upper chest from your years living with the Governor. Carls flannel tightly enveloped your body as your sight was brought into focus, and you took that split second to gaze at the people that had taken you in. “I hate to say it, but Daddy dearest needs to learn what happens when he doesn’t listen. Any last words?” 

  “NO!” 

The world slowed down when Carl shot to his feet. his boots dragging in the gravel as Dwight and Simon rushed forward to hold the teenager back. His own wedding ring, the one given to him by his father, gleamed in the headlights of the surrounding cars as he thrashed in his captors grasps. All he needed to do was get to you. 

So much red. All your life.. A constant reminder that your time spent on this Earth was soaked in blood. Scarlet hands. Scarlet lips that whispered thousands of lies. And here you were, in the last seconds of life, right in front of a growing sea of scarlet. The remains of Abraham Ford. 

  “Take me!” Carl screamed. “For the love of Christ, if you truly value what is good in this world, TAKE ME!” 

Maggie. Glenn. Sasha. Rosita. Rick. Aaron. Eugene. Michonne. Carl. Daryl. 

A small smile caressed your lips as your eyes landed on your adopted father. Everyone had told you from the first day you’d set foot in the Prison that you mirrored Daryl’s stoic, hostile personality. Once you’d dug beneath the skin of the hunter, you’d come to find a vulnerable boy craving the love he’d never been shown as a child. Carol had shown him that. And since the day you were thirteen, Daryl Dixon and Carol Peletier had taken it upon themselves to raise you as their own. 

Glancing towards your father, you managed to feign the most genuine smile you could, hoping it would sate his growing hysteria. You tore the silver pendant from your neck and tossed it in his direction. It was speckled in your blood, along with Abrahams, but the picture of you and Carol inside still remained clean. 

  “Thank you Daddy. Tell Mom I love her.” You mouthed. Your attention turned back to Carl, who had now been forced to his knees, chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath at the sight of you being threatened. Slowly bringing your palm to your lips, you blew a kiss to the man you loved. One final time. “I’ll save a place in Heaven for us.”

The first time the bat collided with your skull, a painful ringing echoed inside your head as you brought your hands to cup your ears. The screams of your family were so loud that it made your head hurt worse. 

The second time was when your skull cracked. Rick Grimes watched in horror as you slowly straightened your spine with the remaining strength you had left, gasping as blood blurred your vision. To you, you couldn’t feel anything. But to the people in front of you, every visible inch of skin was coated in red. 

  “Taking it like a champ!” 

Your lips quivered as you turned your head towards your fiance, gaze solely focused on him as your voice managed to break out five words before you were reduced to oblivion. 

 “Remember me when Paradise comes.” 

[thisdaynews]

JUST IN:Abike Dabiri Recounts how minister,Ibrahim Pantami chased her out of office with a Gun.

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JUST IN:Abike Dabiri Recounts how minister,Ibrahim Pantami chased her out of office with a Gun.

“In one year, we don’t have an office. The office we got, given to us by NCC (Nigeria Communications Commission)…but we were actually driven away by the Honourable Minister of communications and Digital Economy, Mr Isa Pantami.

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“Within two days, they drove us out with guns and what happened? The place was given to us by NCC….

The Chairman/CEO of Nigerians in Diaspora Commission, Hon. Abike Dabiri-Erewa and the Chairman, House Committee on Diaspora, Hon Tolulope Akande-Sadipe discussing issues relating to Nigerian Diasporans with John Carney DE, Lt Governor DE, and Mike Purzycki of the State of Delaware, USA. [Twitter/@nidcom_gov]

“You know we all help each other, NCC as an agency of government said there is a place you can use to settle in, and just as we settled in, I was in Ethiopia when I got a call. I thought that it was a joke.

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“I came back from Ethiopia on Thursday, this happened on Tuesday. By Friday, when I went to the office, guns, armed men had taken over the place. I thought it was a joke. But here is the thing, I’m a government employee, so is he. It’s government business,” Dabiri-Erewa said between laughs.

A dirty Twitter fight

Pantami would go on to call Dabiri-Erewa a liar. “This is a fat lie from her. The owner of the building @NgComCommission has faulted her lies on their social media platforms. The minister has never given that directives (sic) to any gunman. We need to be very objective in reporting. I have never sent any gunmen there, and I have no one,” he retorted.

Minister of Communications and Digital Economy, Dr. Isa Ali Ibrahim Pantami at the Annual Cyber Security Conference organised by the Nigerian Communications Commission (NCC) at the Transcorp Hilton Hotel, Abuja. [Twitter/@FMoCDENigeria]

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Responding, Dabiri-Erewa labelled Pantami a misogynist.

“An Islamic scholar should not lie, Hon Minister ( Phd). You did that to me because I am a woman. Your disrespect for women is legendary. Left the ugly incident behind me since February. But please release all our office equipment. Public office is transient,” Dabiri-Erewa wrote on Twitter.

For most of Sunday, May 24, Dabiri-Erewa was heavily criticized on social media platform Twitter, for calling out a fellow appointee of the President Buhari administration in public.

However, the former member of the House of Representatives said she had been left with no choice after exhausting all resolution channels.

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A letter from one govt appointee to the other

On May 15, Dabiri-Erewa wrote the following letter to Pantami:

15th May 2020.

The Hon. Minister of Communication & Digital Economy,

NCC Annex Office,

Mbora District,

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Abuja, FCT.

Dear Sir,

REQUEST FOR RETRIEVAL OF ITEMS CARTED AWAY AS A RESULT OF THE SEIZURE OF OUR OFFICES AT THE NCC ANNEX OFFICE, MBORA DISTRICT, ABUJA., BASED ON YOUR INSTRUCTIONS

The above subject refers please.

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Recall that the staff of the Nigerians in Diaspora Commission (NiDCOM) were denied access to the 5th floor of NCC Annex office at Mbora District, on Tuesday 11th February, 2020 on the instructions of Your office. This came after the occupation of the said floor by the staff of NIDCOM, based on NCC’s earlier directive which granted us access to use the entire 5th floor of the Building.

It was common knowledge that work had commenced in the building as a result of which various furniture and equipment were deployed for use in the building. It is gratifying to note that some of these furniture items were donated to NIDCOM by NCC., while several others were procured by Nidcom.

Minister of Communications and Digital Economy, Dr. Isa Ali Ibrahim Pantami at the Annual Cyber Security Conference organised by the Nigerian Communications Commission (NCC) at the Transcorp Hilton Hotel, Abuja. [Twitter/@FMoCDENigeria]

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It is however sad to note that on the 14th February, 2020, the offices on the 5th floor were broken into without our knowledge and carted away properties belonging to the Commission and staff of the Nigerians in Diaspora Commission without our consent as well, purportedly on your further instructions.

I am therefore overly concerned about the current state of these properties of the Commission and that of its members of staff. Not only are there sensitive, private and public documents at the risk of being damaged or lost, but there are expensive and irreplaceable personal belongings of the staff of the Commission at large, with no assurance that they are properly stored.

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Therefore, I am kindly calling on your good office to provide us access to the whereabouts of our belongings so we can jointly take inventory and retrieve them in the soonest possible time, in order to enable us serve Nigeria and its Diaspora community all over the world.

Please, accept the assurances of my esteemed regards.

Yours sincerely,

Hon. Abike Dabiri-Erewa

Chairman / Chief Executive Officer.

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Pulse has been told that Pantami ignored Dabiri-Erewa’s letter and the concerns she raised therein.

One source tells Pulse that Dabiri-Erewa, who was appointed Chairperson of the diaspora commission by President Buhari on November 6, 2018 “has had no permanent office, no budget. But she has soldiered on.

“Some of her friends helped her secure an abandoned 4th floor complex within an annex of NCC. Her staff moved in and they managed to fix up the place. Mind you, they were still using their personal laptops, printers etc.

“Then Pantami came and saw them there. Instead of calmly approaching her and asking her to leave, he sent a letter to evict them. He gave them one week. Meanwhile, he was aware that she was in Addis Ababa with the president when he sent in the letter. 48 hours later, they were forcefully evicted and their properties confiscated,” the source who craved anonymity for this story, shared.

Chairman/CEO Nigerians in Diaspora Commission (NIDCOM), Hon. Abike Dabiri-Erewa and Foreign Affairs Minister, Geoffrey Onyeama. [Twitter]

On why she didn’t take the matter to the relevant departments in the presidency or in the federal bureaucracy, the source said; “Abike wrote and explained to the Department of State Security (DSS), the Chief of Staff (the late Abba Kyari) and the Inspector General of Police (IGP) Mohammed Adamu. All of them refused to act because Pantami was Kyari’s boy.

“She did a detailed report on it, sent it to the former CoS who sat on it and frustrated all her attempts to at least get the minister to release their properties.”

One employee of NIDCOM tells Pulse that some of Dabiri-Erewa’s staff have been sitting on bare floors in a makeshift apartment in the last couple of weeks, to get work done.

“Madam has been begging around for another space. At the moment, she’s making do with one small, single room.

Chairman/CEO of Nigerians in Diaspora Commission (NIDCOM), Mrs Abike Dabiri-Erewa and Francesco Panziga, ILO Consultant. [Twitter/@nidcom_gov]

“Some diaspora staff sit on the floor. As in, we sit on the floor with laptops. I have never sat on a chair of my own since I joined NIDCOM. I have my laptop on the staircase, which is where I work from.

“We have been going through all these while a whole floor is empty because Pantami wants it for himself. It’s frustrating,” the employee who pleaded that his name be left out of this story, shares.

On Sunday night, a relieved Dabiri-Erewa told a couple of friends that she had to speak up for posterity. “If I don’t speak, in the future, someone will ask why I kept quiet. I have never been one to suffer fools gladly,” she said.

In an angry text sent to a couple of friends afterwards and seen by Pulse, a fuming Dabiri-Erewa said: “The problem with everyone, including all of you here, is that we will rather sweep things under the carpet. Be quiet. Be afraid. Not me. I will always fight against injustice.

“Pantami or his choice can come and take over NIDCOM. I have come a long way. When we were going around shouting ‘Sai Buhari, Sai Baba,’ where was he?

“A dysfunctional society where we worship money and power, where merit does not count and where women are disrespected the way Pantami did to me, will remain retrogressive.

Abike Dabiri with kids as Nigerians return from South Africa following xenophobic attacks (TheCable)

“I’m making no more comments on this. So the almighty Pantami could not call me, tell me he wants the office back, and we pack out appropriately? But he breaks offices, locks up all our items. Since Feb 11.”

Pulse has also been reliably informed that the president’s new Chief of Staff, Ibrahim Gambari, put a phone call across to Dabiri-Erewa shortly before midnight on Sunday, May 24, to see how he can address some of her concerns and help her secure a new office space.

“Sometimes, you have to shout to get things done in government. Dabiri-Erewa knew what she was doing when she went public. And now she’s got the government’s attention at the highest level,” one of our sources adds.

Abike Dabiri-Erewa ✔ @abikedabiri

An Islamic scholar should not lie Hon Minister .( Phd

)You did that to me cos I am a woman .Your disrespect for women is legendary Left the ugly incident behind me since Feb. But pls release all our office eguipment.Public office is transient .@DrIsaPantami https://twitter.com/DrIsaPantami/status/1264573723031539712 … 3,041 6:03 PM – May 24, 2020 · Abuja, NigeriaTwitter Ads info and privacy 3,522 people are talking about this