#I need to learn how to get my point across with less words😭

[doll-elvis]

Do you consider the memphis mafia trustworthy sources on Elvis? Idk if I always believe some of the stuff they’ve said about elvis

thank you so much for this ask!! I have way too much to say about this topic, therefore I apologize in advance for how long this is 🤧

firstly I think it’s important to clarify who the Memphis Mafia actually consisted of: based on what they themselves have said, it was Red West, Sonny West, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Lamar Fike, and Billy Smith

I was confused why people like Jerry Schilling, Charlie Hodge, Joe Esposito, Larry Geller, George Klein, etc. etc. weren’t technically considered Memphis Mafia until I learned that Elvis�� entourage were categorized into two groups, the Memphis Mafia, and the others

I also really recommend for every fan to read Alanna Nash’s “Elvis and the Memphis Mafia” which is just an oral history from Billy Smith, Marty Lacker, and Lamar Fike

and then to watch the documentary, it is 5 hours but it’s so worth it, I’ve literally rewatched it at least 8 times at this point because it’s my favorite Elvis documentary 😩!!

I also want to say if you are going to read from one of them, you should try to read from all of them because they all have their own unique experience with Elvis and therefore all have their own viewpoints/opinions and biases *which is why it’s important to cross reference between them

For example in the Alanna Nash book there are several instances where Lamar Fike, Marty Lacker and Billy Smith all have a different opinion on something and you basically have to decide for yourself which one you agree with

I’m just going to be breaking down each Memphis Mafia member, as I’ve been fortunate enough to read each of their books, and say if I think they are trustworthy sources:

Lamar Fike: Personally, I think he is one of Memphis Mafia members that you really have to be cautious about. If y’all didn’t know he was Albert Goldman’s main source for that horrible book, “Elvis”. In Alanna Nash’s book, Lamar Fike spends a good majority of the time disagreeing with everything Goldman wrote, and said that Goldman would twist his words and retell things to fit his own agenda. He said “even though I was one of his main sources, and shared in the royalties, I couldn’t control Albert”. He admitted he did the book for money which is why I lost respect for Lamar because he knew that Albert was saying things that weren’t true and that the book’s main purpose was to make Elvis look bad. I would also be cautious of Lamar because he tends to twist reality just a little bit and over exaggerate things. For example whenever he tells the story of Elvis and Priscilla meeting, he always says that it was he who introduced them “Elvis this is Priscilla, Priscilla this Elvis”. But no one else who was in the room has told it that way, Lamar just inserted himself into the scene (he also once said she was 13 when we obviously know she was 14). So yeah I would really recommend to cross reference everything Lamar says before believing it. He just tells things in a really blunt (and lowkey funny💀) way, which makes it interesting insight, but from what I have also seen he is more than willing to exaggerate things just to be able to tell a “better” story

Marty Lacker: I really really enjoy reading his viewpoint and his book is one of my favorites out of the bunch however I think he too often lets his own biases affect his story telling. This man really really really hated Priscilla 😭 So much so that every time he talked about her it was in a negative light. I’m not saying Priscilla is perfect, she has done many things I don’t agree with, however, none of these men knew what it was like to be in her shoes so I’m just wary of them placing so much blame on her when she was so young, and I find that Marty can be a little unsympathetic in that regard (but again I’m not saying that Priscilla hasn’t done things that deserve criticism). Also Marty Lacker wasn’t around in the late late 70s so I would just be cautious of anything he says about that time because he simply wasn’t there to know. But in general, beside his obvious biases, I would say he is a trustworthy source

Alan Fortas: He was the first Memphis Mafia member to pass away in 1992, we sadly didn’t get to hear too much from him, but I’m very grateful to have his book. Since he wasn’t around much in the late 60s and not at all in the 70s, his best stories come from the 50s and early-mid 60s. He provides a really unique insight especially when it comes to Priscilla and Elvis because he was more or less her chauffeur when she first came to the United States. He also knew Frances Forbes, Gloria Mowell, Heidi Heissen and Arlene Cogan and spends a decent chunk of his book talking about them. I can’t say it is in a way that looks good for Elvis because Alan really disagreed with those relationships, even though he said he knew nothing s*xual was going on, he genuinely couldn’t fathom why Elvis, who could have any woman he wanted, wanted to spend time with teenage girls, including Priscilla. But nothing in his book I found to be untrue and everything he says corresponds with what other has said, plus he has some really great stories about the movie-making times and his beloved chimpanzee, Scatter (I know it was Elvis’ technically but Alan was his real mom lmao) but I overall trust him as well

Red and Sonny West: I’m about to get controversial; I think these are two men, that as Elvis fans, we have been a little too critical of. It’s not fair to completely write off their experiences with Elvis just because of the book they did, which in retrospect, doesn’t say anything different from what the other Memphis Mafia men have said, it was just horribly timed. But I do want to clarify that I don’t support their decision on writing “Elvis: What happened” in 1977 and at the end of the day I will always support Elvis over anybody else. As for their credibility, Red West has one of the most important perspectives imo because he was literally the first Memphis Mafia member. He was with Elvis in highschool, in Germany, during the movies, during the comeback special, during Vegas, during the American tours, he only wasn’t there for the very last year of Elvis’ life. Unlike some of the other men here, he never stopped being with Elvis, except for of course the end. I have read the book he did in 1977 and I have watched tons of his interviews and I’ve personally never come across a story that wasn’t told/referenced by another Memphis Mafia member. I do think he is trustworthy in that sense but I think he has gotten very defensive in the past and is willing to throw Elvis under the bus in order to protect his image. I feel like it is the same thing with Sonny West. These men felt betrayed by Elvis, they got fired, and they both definitely harbored vengeful feelings for a while so you have to take that into account when listening to their stories. For example when they talked about how Elvis hired h00kers in the 1977 book they didn’t mention that they were also cheating on their wives and actually slept with the hired girls while Elvis only wanted to watch the girls simulate lesbian s*x. In that book especially, they often conveniently left out that they indulged in the same kind of behavior Elvis did. But with age, I think they both mellowed out and ultimately realized that they betrayed Elvis also, and they have both said they have regretted the book. The documentary I linked above really helped me understand their perspective more, and while things ended badly between Elvis and them, I do think both parties still cared about each other. So while both of their perspectives are very important (and I think Red was one of Elvis’ truest friends), I wouldn’t fully trust anything they have said until I checked another source to confirm

Billy Smith: He is sadly the only Memphis mafia member still with us and he still makes videos answering questions on the YouTube channels Elvis fans matter and Memphis Mafia kid. I really do enjoy reading Billy’s perspective and he is one of the few people who were with Elvis from the very beginning (childhood) to the very end. But Billy rarely actually went on tour with Elvis and he also wasn’t around for most of the movie time, so his best stories are about his times with Elvis at Graceland imo. They had such a special relationship and I think Billy was the closest thing Elvis had to a brother (y’all have to read about the oath he and Elvis took, it almost made me cry😭). However this man, like anyone, is not without his biases. When reading the Alanna Nash book you can see that Billy’s main purpose is to protect Elvis and the Smith family so much so that I think he denies some things solely because he believes it will make his family look bad. For example when in the book they talked about how Gladys may have had some Jewish blood in her, Billy Smith who is Gladys’ nephew, just shot that down right away. I didn’t think much of it until Billy Smith later on admitted in the book he was slightly prejudiced against black people and jewish people because of how he was raised. But that book was also in the 90s and I haven’t seen him speak in the way since so hopefully he has changed. This man really hated Priscilla, and especially hated Ginger, so take into account these biases as well. For example, in the Nash book, he was dead set on saying that Ginger called the national enquirer after Elvis passed away. Many fans believe this also but there is just no proof to support it. If you are someone who hates Ginger because you believe she called the enquirer (I did too at one point), I really recommend reading this https://elvisdecoded.com/2021/03/13/the-ginger-hit-job/

Another reason to be slightly cautious of Billy Smith is that his opinions have changed so much since the Alanna Nash book 😭 Like how I said he hated Priscilla and Ginger, that seems to be no longer the case, at least on his YouTube channel. I was so surprised when he praised them both in the YouTube video “Elvis’ relationship secret”. He even said Ginger was good for Elvis and that she loved him- I was shook because he hated her in the 90s!!! But anyways-I would say he is trustworthy and he was no doubt one of the dearest people to Elvis’ heart but it’s always good to take into account biases, and cross reference everything

To wrap this up- They have all told the good, the bad and the ugly, and as fans of Elvis it can be hard to accept the “bad and ugly”(like was he sometimes completely unreasonable, demanding, and temperamental? yes! but do we still love him? yes!) These guys just have such a unique perspective and we are truly lucky that they have opened up their lives with Elvis to us, even if it is stories that we necessarily don’t want to accept. But there is not a single doubt in my mind that all these men loved Elvis, despite what some of them have done, and that Elvis loved all these men. The documentary I linked above has made me cry every time I have watched it because they all cried in it and something about grown men crying just hits me different okay 😭

also if anybody read all this kudos to you, I’m sorry for typing so much lmao 😩💗

[alfredosauce50]

Ok I think I’ve thought of my birthday headcanons (they’re lowkey not even good 😭) but IDC. None are character specific so go with your gut 🩷 (also side note: idk if you remember back in like 2015 when authors would do that thing where ppl give brief descriptions of themselves and then they’d give a character to ship you with or not but I feel like that might be a good idea for engagement. But idk I’m also stupid so maybe not 💀 It’s less effort than headcanons and one-shots methinks. ANYWAY)

1. Learning a different language (español?? 🥺) to impress you 😛

2. Idk how to request this but just one where I’m a zookeeper 😓

3. Date where they try to teach you how to drive but it kinda goes wrong (I’m so bad at driving 💔)

4. Being the foil (or enabler) to shopping addicted gf

Ik these are kinda specific to me but… IT’S FOR MY BIRTHDAY 🥺 you’re also a day ahead of me so if you get it done Thursday then I won’t even know the difference 😽

OK TY 🫶 MWAH

Learning a language for you

Alfred

In the beginning, he’ll learn simple phrases and say them to you for shits and giggles. But as the relationship gets more serious, he’ll want to get fluent to connect with you on a deeper level. Alfred will study regularly and hold conversations with you in your native tongue to practice his speaking. He’s a natural at learning languages to the point that it’s shocking. He can even nail the four Chinese intonations, so imagine just how easy Spanish is for him as an English speaker. Fast forward a few years, and he’ll be speaking rapid-fire Spanish with you like a native.

Mathias

Like Alfred, he’ll start with beginner-level words before eventually going pro. It may take him a little longer to get it down pat, but he needs to be a part of your culture to feel close to you. He will sit down with you and repeat sentences for you until he gets it right. He also finds Spanish very sexy, so if you ever talk dirty to him he wants to be able to understand you. Mathias may want you to learn Danish for him in return, and if you do, he will be on his knees. You could even say he’s very sex-motivated, but if you asked him, he just wants to be the perfect partner for you.

Allen

Believe it or not, he’s already fluent in Spanish. He just never talks about it. Apart from knowing his native language, he’s always lived around Spanish-speakers. And as a person who is deeply involved with his community, it’s a given that he will eventually catch onto the local lingo. After learning about where you’re from, he’ll randomly come up to you one day and drop a whole-ass sentence in Spanish before walking off again. Allen does this to get your undivided attention, and it works like a charm even after the first time. Otherwise, he will occasionally speak Spanglish.

Matt

He’s terrible at learning languages, and it’s even harder for him when it’s not one of his special interests. So he may just like other aspects of your culture, i.e., the food, but he won’t put a lot of effort into it. You can take advantage of this by talking shit about him in Spanish in front of him. Matt may not understand what you said, but he’ll know you’re mad at him. But as the years go by, he’ll want to take it seriously and study in secret. He doesn’t want you to know just how much he’s trying for you, and also because he might not even get good at it. But he’ll get it one day.

When he falls into a zoo enclosure

I have no clue how to do this one but here’s one with Matt 💀

Matt

He’s too clever and self-aware to ever fall into a zoo enclosure, but he would no doubt try and save someone who did. Especially a small child. He will jump over the fencing, swim across the moat, pick them up and run to safety, but more importantly, before an innocent animal gets put down. He will literally put himself between a bear and armed men like Owen Grady from Jurassic World. After the situation simmers down, you’re treating him for the few injuries he’s sustained, and it’s the most interesting conversation you’ve ever had. He’s clearly got a few screws loose, but he’s the one who thinks everybody else is crazy.

When he teaches you how to drive

Alfred

He’s not a perfect teacher, but he really does try. Some days, you pick up on things fast and well, but on other days, he’s like Noah teaching Allie how to drive a truck. You two are screaming at each other and he doesn’t care to hide how he feels about your lack of driving skills. Alfred can have short fuse when it comes to what he can’t relate to or empathize with, but at the same time, he’s sensitive toward what he can. Needless to say, he will apologize and encourage you to keep learning from him because he has faith in you. If you can do everything else, you can drive a car.

Mathias

He’s very patient when it comes to teaching you how to drive. He understands how hard it can be because he struggled a little in the beginning too. If you break suddenly, stall, or run over a curb, he will just tell you calmly what you’re doing wrong. He also has really fast reflexes when the situation calls for it, so he’ll steer you back to safety. Mathias will spend an hour or two instructing you before taking over and driving home. If you don’t make a lot of progress, he’ll always say that he can be the driver in the relationship and you can be his passenger princess, so don’t worry.

Allen

He’s a safety first kind of guy. He’ll get you to tick all the boxes, even when he doesn’t always do that himself. For that, he’s also really patient. Allen would much rather sleep soundly knowing you’re safe on the road and not getting into an accident. In the event of minor collision, he’ll take the blame (he’s the one with a full license) and speak with the person you just crashed into, then get back in and sit in silence for a while. As much as he loves you, he tells you that it might be best that you take a break from driving. He can afford only so many repairs, so he’ll just make it so that you won’t need to go anywhere without him.

Matt

He isn’t the best teacher in the world, especially when driving comes so naturally to him. He just doesn’t understand why you can’t do it like him. So it’s no walk in the park when you’re sitting in the truck, listening to him yell at you after you make the same mistake again. You might end up crying by the end of it, but he’ll make it up to you by kissing you for hours back in his cabin. Matt will tell you that he’ll keep teaching you even if you’re bad at driving, because there’s no other person around to. Even then, he eventually gets you to improve despite his unorthodox methods.

When you go shopping

Alfred

He may not look like it, but he does enjoy a good shop. He’s just more selective about it. Alfred will give you some helpful advice if you ask him if you should buy something. But if it makes you happy, he wouldn’t hold it against you. After all, he has a a niche and expensive hobby himself. Collector’s items. Film and video game memorabilia. He’s up to date on all the pre-orders of exclusive merch he wants, and he’s won a few auctions. He enjoys the thought of owning items that someone else wanted but missed out on. He finds it hilarious as he runs off of punitive measures of success.

Mathias

He’s an enabler because he has just as bad of a shopping addiction. When you’re together, you burn through your money twice as fast. He has a bad habit of buying things he finds cute and not necessarily useful, but he can’t resist the rush of dopamine he gets from an occasional splurge. Mathias doesn’t see an issue with pampering himself every now and then, and definitely not you. At the end of the day, you two will have a giant stockpile of unused and decorative goods somewhere at home. Is this a sign of the end, or just the beginning of a long and comfortable life?

Allen

Allen is a bit of a mixed bag. First of all, he wants to spoil you, and anything you wanna buy, he will want to buy for you. He won’t question the things you like, nor make you feel bad. But the problem is, he’s not very liquid. Allen will feel super guilty because of it, especially when he has to talk you out of a store. It’s not his fault for not being able to afford everything you want, but he takes it to heart because he feels like it’s his responsibility to provide for you. Just for his sake, you might consider being a bit more conservative so he doesn’t stay up all night thinking about it.

Matt

Matt has probably gone shopping in a mall four times in his life. But online? Never. If you need something, he’ll just tell you he has it at home. And if not, he’ll just make it for you. If you need a pencil, he’ll sharpen a piece of graphite for you. No more expensive Japanese stationery. He’s the most frugal and resourceful person alive, so even cheap prices will turn him away. Anything that costs money will cost too much because you’re selling your soul and turning into a mindless consumer. He doesn’t eat processed food either, so he’s out here living like Captain Fantastic.

[pasteleclectic]

hii, I've been reading your fanfic the lawyer's secretary for a while now, and I was just wondering if you were planning to keep writing it or not. I don't want this to sound demanding I'm just curious because I reaaally llike the story. Sorry for bothering you :)) 💗💗

Hii! No I appreciate you checking in on it🤍

I feel bad bc I know some people have been waiting on an update. I have been working on it slowly but I sometimes get insecure with my stories and feel like I’ve taken on too much. Like I know I left y’all on a big cliff hanger and I still really wanna finish the story as a whole but sometimes I’m like “is this stupid? Too melodramatic? Are people gonna be disappointed with the ending?”

I did need a break after writing over 80k words for this story but I never intended on it being this long. It’s also hard bc gege hates us and has barely given us anymore higu in over a year now 😭 it goes back to my insecurities cuz what if we learn more about him in the manga and I completely mischaracterized him? Idk I just get in my head too often. BUT I do have about 10k words down for this chapter already (it’s probably gonna be close to 20 by the end😩) but since you’ve been so patient and kind I will add a snippet of the beginning of chapter 11 here. I hope it will help for now!

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Tw: physical assault, guns, kidnapping

The sound of your rapid pulse was drumming in your ears, nearly drowning out all your other senses until the phone in the stranger's hand rang again. He groaned before leaning over to press the button on the door handle right beside you, the tinted window rolling down to reveal the city streets. They were completely desolate at this hour, giving the man across from you the perfect opportunity to chuck the phone out the window without any hesitation. The vehicle was moving too fast for you to hear it, but based on the sheer power he put behind his throw, you knew that the phone was as good as gone. Watching him rolling up the window right after felt like your last tie to Hiromi being severed - along with your freedom.

You could’ve tried screaming while the window was open, but there was no point when Toji was casually holding a gun behind your head. Instead of pressing the end of the barrel against you like he had in the parking lot behind the temple, he leaned back in his seat lazily with an arm outstretched over the bench seat, the gun resting somewhere close behind your head. He couldn’t be bothered putting up a defense towards you, that's how weak you were to him.

And he wasn’t necessarily wrong. Like many other women, you’ve imagined before what you would do in tense situations like this. You always thought that you’d might be braver, fighting till the bitter end in hopes of making it out alive. But it was easy to feel a sense of control when it was only ever a fantasy. Here in the real world, you knew that any fight you put up would probably come back to you tenfold. They haven't hurt you yet, but that only made you more nervous for what's to come.

“Switch seats with me.”

The man across from you was speaking to Toji, and the taller man stood as far as the vehicle's roof would let him before the other man slipped in his place. Now he was right beside you, much closer than Toji had been. And though you couldn’t see him brandishing a weapon like his now seated partner was, that didn’t mean you weren’t any less terrified of him. You pressed your back up against the car door as you looked him up and down with frightened eyes. In the absence of words that couldn’t escape your dry throat, you used your body language to signal to him to not come any closer. Yet something to that lit a fire behind his eyes, like he had spotted a long awaited prey he was hunting for sport.

All the sudden he grabbed your face roughly in one hand, pulling it forward till your hands had to grip the leather seat between you just so you wouldn’t fall over. He turned your face from side to side, inspecting you closely. Any attempt to pull away from his grasp only made his grip grow tighter. He only let go after he squeezed your cheeks together till your lips were scrunched up, chuckling deeply at how humiliated you looked. It was so dehumanizing that you didn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of another reaction, returning his sharp grin with a blank stare. That seemed to only amuse him more, a laugh falling from his lips as he said, “Oh you’re fun, aren’t you?”

From this up close, you could see the ink lines traced all over his face. They gave him an even scarier disposition, but there was also something familiar about him. It was hard to tell what shade his hair truly was under the car’s dim interior lights, but flashes of streetlamps showed shades of dusty rose over a dark undercut. Either than that, everything about this man was new to you. You tried to think back if maybe he was a client of Hiromi’s in the past, but nothing came to light. He had a smaller stature than Toji but was far from frail. You could see the outlines of his veins beneath his skin from where the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up. But before you could look at him any further, the car pulled up to the front of a tall gate. It seemed to border some kind of private property, and your anxiety only got worse as you watched the gates close behind you once the car drove past a group of security guards operating the gate.

When it finally came to a stop, it was within seconds that the door opened up beside you and you were greeted with the sight of an unfriendly face that belonged to what had to be another one of this guy's henchmen. Without a single word, he grabbed you roughly by your forearm and yanked you out of the car so hard that you nearly fell on your knees. He pulled you up before they could hit the ground, but you winced as a shooting pain went up your arm, his blunt nails digging into your flesh. You turned your head back to shoot him a look from over your shoulder, but just when you had, you felt the man’s hand slip away as a loud thud sound could be heard against the side of the car. Your eyes widened as you turned to see the tattooed man holding up the offender by the neck, his elbow digging into his jugular. The man gave desperate apologies through thick coughs, but that was all ignored as the other said, “Remind me when I said you could touch her?”

The man was incapable of responding, gargling getting progressively worse as his face turned bright red. Though you hadn’t appreciated what he’d done, you didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of you. Finally finding your voice, you were about to speak up when a large form stood between you and the two men, nearly obstructing your entire view.

“It’s nearly daybreak. We should get her inside.”

It was Toji, and though his back was turned to you, you got the sense that he was trying to diffuse the situation. Though you couldn’t see his face from where you were standing, the angry man loosened his grip just enough for the man’s feet to touch the ground again. Without ever taking his eyes off the man - who was now taking in gulps of precious air - he addressed Toji in a hauntingly apathetic tone, “You know where to take her.”

And with that, you were being escorted by your once friendly acquaintance towards a large building. You didn’t want to follow him per se, but you also didn’t want to be near this maniac any longer. It was still dark out, but even now you could tell that this place was massive. The bordering gates that surrounded the place were so long that they disappeared past your line of sight. Not knowing what was inside the house felt almost as intimidating as not knowing what lay outside. How big was this place exactly? Were all the fences spiked? Did your capture own all of it? These thoughts and more flooded your brain at lightning speed till they were interrupted by the sounds of fists meeting flesh.

It was all happening behind you, right where you and Toji had left the two men. You stopped in your tracks but a hand on your back guided you to move forward. Over and over the man’s coughs and pleas were cut short by the sound of connecting flesh. There was a crunching noise that sent a shiver up your spine, and you shut your eyes tightly as tears started to well in them. With Toji now a few steps ahead of you, you started to pick up your pace just to get away from the scene sooner. Once you were beside him, you almost ventured a look behind you, but he must’ve noticed your watery eyes and said with a straight face, “It’s better if you don’t look.”

Taking his advice, you silently plead for anything out there to stop what was happening. But the nightmare persisted till a loud, wet thud sound rang out before the sound of a weight falling to the ground could be heard. Grave silence followed, and you held back a sob as you reluctantly stepped inside the house.

[zepskies]

"I'll take drama, more drama, and spice for 300, Alex!" *cue Jeopardy music* 😂

I absolutely loved that everyone showed up for her. <3

I thought it was right! Especially since Ellen was catering, Sam is becoming a bro to her, Andrea and Benny...it just made sense to me that Meg and Cas would be there too. ❤️

Dean rescuing her when she shut down at the podium was so sweet. The "You Okay?" The gentle escort. The handholding for the rest of the service. Gosssssh.

I thought maybe that was too much, but I kept it in because I totally think at this point Dean would be prepared to go up there for her.

Ellen more than stepping up with the catering and refusing a big tip was so very "Ellen," and it warmed me.

I haven't had a chance to write a whole lot of Ellen, but it totally struck me as something she would do. 😉

Andréa was really getting me frustrated while back at the house. The woman's been through enough, Andréa. Please...

That's that lack of self-awareness/consideration that had the reader so frustrated lol. I'm very familiar with dealing with a friend like this, unfortunately.

Thank you for shouting out the “They can be your people too." line! Family don't end with blood is very much a central theme in this, as you can tell.

Dean: [In funeral attire] Me: 👀👀 xDD

Lmfao girl same. Why do you think I was so intentional with that description? 😂 Dean in rolled up sleeves is 🥵.

Did I really just highlight this entire chunk? YOU BETTER BELIEVE I DID. Because it deserved nothing less. So sweet and deep and wonderful in every way.

You lovely soul, you!! 😭😭 Easily this was my favorite section to write for this chapter. It's more than just the first "I love yous." It's both of them realizing in their own way that they need the other.

Well, hot damn, the Savages are real... savages. Very interesting to learn about Nick's upbringing. Clearly so brutal, but I also can't find it in me to feel badly for him. You crafted the "look behind the curtain" so richly, and I was soaking up every little detail! And...

“Azazel’s back in town.”

Oooh yes, the surname is intentional. Nick's cut from a ragged cloth, but Daniel is more refined in his experience. More controlled, but still with that fire underneath. There were lots of "Azazel" easter eggs in that section lol.

But I thought it would be an interesting twist for Nick to have been trying to pose as Azazel in his father's stead, trying to be him, trying to prove himself in his father's eyes. (Who else does that sound like?)

As annoyed as I was with Andréa a couple thousand words ago, you got me rooting for their friendship like [snaps]. Her (finally) stepping up to the "best friend" plate with everything that's happened--good to see. And excellent writing. (But what else is new? ;] ) And...

“Nick can suck my dick twice on a Tuesday.”

...made me laugh so loudly. x'D

LMAO that line makes me cackle too tbh. 😂 But Andréa is making a turnaround, isn't she? You'll see how she comes through in a big way for the reader in Part 13...

Small detail, but she and Dean trading off the duty of cooking dinner was [chef's kiss].

Haha I just loved the visual of these two being foodies together and genuinely loving to feed their loved ones, but also we stan an equal partnership!

When she was making the cake and started worrying she was bothering the brothers/taking up too much space? That hit me. And Dean nipping those thoughts in the bud soothed me. <3

Aw yeah, for how confident this character can be, she's also got deep insecurities, and a quality she shares with Dean: not wanting to be a burden on others.

Dean moaning over the cake was... yeah. And... Sitting across from him at the dining table, you giggled at the sight of this massive man child with his mouth full. absolutely melted me. Had to clamp my hands over my mouth; I was feeling some type of way. =']

LOL I thought it was very Dean to savor his dessert. 😏 But also there's a childishness to him sometimes that's so endearing, isn't it?

Oooh thanks for highlighting the spicy bits at the end there. ❤️‍🔥 I thought it was the right time for them to reconnect in this way.

My friend @violetlilysunshine pointed out in her comments on the last chapter that the love language for these two seems to be physical touch, and I can definitely see that for them!

Again, small detail, but I really liked her yelling to Sam that there were leftovers in the fridge. A nice reflection of how she cares for him, too. <3

Ahaha yes! She's starting to care for Sam like he's her own brother, for sure. I loved writing him all begrudgingly fond and exasperated in equal measure. 😂

Oh goodness, thank you so much for sharing all of your thoughts on this one, my friend!! This is definitely going to be one of the ones I come back and reread when I need a brighten up on my day. 💞💞 (And I do reread comments!)

Smoke Eater - Part 12

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: Thank you everyone for your kind words on Part 11! 🥰 It really meant so much to me.

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Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ just to be safe on this one. Angst, hurt/comfort, minor violence and tension, fluff with a tinge of spice.~

Part 12: “All in the Family”

You didn’t realize until the funeral just how well loved your grandfather had been.

So many of his friends, along with your grandmother’s, came up to you personally to express their condolences even before the church service began. Some were more heartfelt and broken up than that of your extended family members, many of whom hardly checked on him when he was alive, even before his cancer returned.

You had no mascara left by the time the service started. Yet it wasn’t until you had to get up and speak that you noticed something else when you stared out into the crowd.

Almost all of Dean’s friends (and now yours) had come to support you. Meg and Cas, Sam and Eileen, Benny and Andréa, Jo and Ellen…they all sat in the row behind him, even though very few of them had even met your grandfather in person.

“George was born in Lebanon, Kansas in the early ‘40s,” you began. “At the time, its population was about 600. Now, it’s less than 200…and that’s why he left, he told me. I didn’t want to be the last relic left standin’ with the tumbleweeds.”

That bit earned you some laughs. You paused, smiling slightly. With a shaking breath, you managed to continue.

Though it was hard for you to even look at Andréa. It was with a mixture of lingering resentment, tempered only by your guilt at the last words you’d levied at your best friend. A large part of you still felt justified, even today, to hold your grudge. Maybe you were wrong for it, but that was just how you felt.

And right now, you were shaking. You barely managed to get through the speech you wrote down on a notepad. After you were done, you couldn’t force yourself to pry your fingers off the podium. You glanced over at the closed casket behind you, to your right.

The pastor was standing to your left, waiting on you to go back to your seat so he could resume the service. You could sense him watching you, and distantly you heard him call your name. You couldn’t respond. Your voice was stuck in your throat.

Both anxious and panicked, you looked up at the sea of people watching you. Your gaze darted from face to face, until you landed on Dean. He was staring up at you in thinly veiled concern.

You okay? he mouthed.

You shook your head subtly. You had the undeniable conviction that if you let go of the podium, you would fall into a heap. You’d make an embarrassing scene at your grandpa’s funeral—something George definitely would’ve gotten a kick out of, if he was here.

My granddaughter, ladies and gentlemen. She can talk real well, but apparently she can’t walk at the same time.

Before you could choke out a laugh, followed shortly by hyperventilating, Dean got out of his seat and went up to the stage.

His supportive hand came to rest on the small of your back, while the other was offered to you palm facing up, next to where you had a death grip on the podium. You met his eyes, and he gave you a steady look. 

“You got this,” he said in a lowered voice.

You took his hand. He guided you off the stage and back into your seat. His lips pressed to your cheek.

“You did great,” Dean said quietly in your ear. “He’d be proud of you.”

You held onto his hand for the rest of the service.

Your big house was good for one thing: it made for a roomy reception.

Thank God you hadn’t had to cook yourself. Ellen had brought everything you might’ve wanted or needed by way of food and drinks, and true to Dean’s word, she’d given you what you suspected was a heavily discounted price. You’d tried to give her an extra tip earlier, but she’d folded the envelop and stuck it behind the neckline of your dress.

“We already covered payment, and I don’t wanna hear about it again,” Ellen said. “Now help me unwrap these chicken strips.”

You gave a tremulous smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

Later, while Ellen went to grab the utensils and plates, you found yourself side by side with Jo in your kitchen. She gave you a smile that was both kind and reserved.

“I’m sorry about your grandpa,” she said, pausing on uncasing a container of sandwiches. Her blue eyes looked sincere.

“Thank you,” you replied. Your small smile was genuine as well. Until Andréa and Benny came in, with Dean right behind.

“Can we help?” Andréa asked. Her question was pointed, and filled with double meaning as her eyes met yours.

After a moment, you decided to swallow your pride for now. It was only a few more hours, and then your house would be empty.

“Can you get the dining table set up?” you asked.

Andréa nodded, but you stopped her before she could venture out into the dining room.

“Where’re you going?” you asked.

She shot you a frown. “To do what you asked.”

“Tablecloths are in the linen closet,” you reminded her. “You can grab the beige one.”

“Oh, I thought you would’ve taken that out already,” she said. As if you didn’t have a million other things to remember to do today.

“Well, it’s there,” you said, trying to be patient.

Andréa’s lips pursed. “In the linen closet? The one in the hall?”

You sighed as you finished unwrapping the second package of potato salad. Your patience thinned.

“No, the one in the attic,” you snipped dryly. You knew you were kind of being a bitch, but you could’ve grabbed the damn tablecloth yourself in this time.

Andréa agreed wordlessly and left the kitchen with clipped heels.

Meanwhile, Dean surveyed the scene between you and your friend, and sensed that something was off there. Even Jo shot him a subtle brow raise. Dean’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t want to say anything to you just yet. He knew you had a lot on your mind.

Instead, he glanced at Benny, who gave his friend a telling look.

Dean took in a breath. “Okay, uh. What else do you need, babe?”

You looked up at him, softening. “Maybe help Ellen bring in the drinks and stuff? She just went out to her car.”

Dean nodded. “Sure.”

He and Benny left the kitchen, giving Dean a chance to get the scoop.

“Something going on between Thelma and Louise? That was downright frosty back there,” he remarked.  

Benny scoffed. “What, you didn’t know?”

“Know what?” Dean asked.

“They had a big blow out a couple weeks ago.”

“Seriously? I didn’t hear a word about it.”

“Well that’s confoundin’,” Benny said, rubbing at his beard. “‘Cause I certainly did. In excruciating detail.”

Dean’s lips flickered at a smirk, but it soon faded.

After the lasts guests left the house, and the cleanup was done for the night, it got down to you and Dean alone in the house. Your family had never been a large one. Just you and your grandparents. And then, it had been just you and your grandfather for so long…

You now dreaded the moment that it would finally be just you.

At least tonight, you had your boyfriend. The two of you were watching a movie on the couch with another slice of leftover cake split between you. For once, you didn’t have the stomach for it. You let Dean polish off the plate.

He tossed it onto the coffee table and then paused the movie for a moment. He knew you weren’t really watching anyway. He rested a hand on your thigh, earning your attention.

“You given any more thought to a new car?” he asked. Yours had been totaled in the accident last month. Between Dean and Meg and Ellen bringing in food and supplies, you hadn’t needed to venture out of your house much ever since the accident.

Now, however, you heaved a sigh. You leveled him with honesty.

“Even with the insurance money left over, I’m not sure I can afford one after the funeral expenses.”

Dean inclined his head. “Okay, hear me out…Bobby owns a salvage yard.”

Your brows rose. “A junkyard?”

“Salvage yard,” he corrected. “He occasionally gets some good finds. I’ll comb through and look for something I can fix up for you.”

“Thanks, but…” You were grateful for him trying to help, but you still weren’t sure about adopting a “salvage yard” rescue car.

“You think I’m gonna put you in something that isn’t safe?” Dean asked, squeezing your thigh. The weight in his eyes sobered you.

“Okay, thanks. Let me know what you find,” you agreed. He nodded, but before he put the movie back on, he decided to broach something else.

“So, Benny filled me in on your little fight club moment with Andréa,” he said.

You sighed and leaned back on the couch, crossing your arms. “It wasn’t fight club.”

But an awkward silence fell between you and Dean as you didn’t offer anything more. He sighed and rubbed your knee with his thumb.

“You guys had a falling out?” he asked.

Your brows knitted together. “You want to hear about my girl drama?”

Ordinarily? Not really, Dean could admit. He liked “tea” as much as the next person, but he wasn’t angling for drama so much as for your trust. He was still new to this whole “boyfriend” thing. But still, this felt like something you could’ve come to him with.

“Look, if you’re upset…for any reason, you can tell me,” he said. “Thinking that’s my job as the boyfriend.”

…Well, shit, you thought, as guilt sunk heavy in your chest. How could you argue with that? 

You sighed and threw your hands up, before they landed on his. You took his hand with both of yours.

“Well,” you said, “I broke up with my best friend.”

Dean blinked at that. That would definitely make it awkward to double date.

“Aw, you didn’t break up, did you?”

When you merely gave him a look, he nodded. “All right. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

You sighed, but you explained it to him. You told him about your ongoing frustrations with your friend’s self-centeredness, and her lack of self-awareness at times. And while you took responsibility for the way you’d gone off on her that day on your porch, a large part of you still felt justified. Even if that made you the “bitch.”

“Well, look. If this is something that you can’t get past, then I get it. Sometimes you needa cut people out,” Dean said eventually. “But I’m thinking, right now, you need support. Maybe she didn’t give it when you needed her, but maybe she’s hurtin’ about this too… At least, that’s what Benny says.”

At first, you frowned. Your throat was tight with emotion, probably from today, but maybe because he was saying things you had already been thinking, deep down. You just didn’t want to admit it.

“You just want us to smooth things over so it won’t make it awkward for you with your friend,” you shot back.

Dean frowned, raising placating hands. “That’s not what I said.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Come on. You know that’s not it.”

You wiped at your eyes, as they were starting to sting with unshed tears. You knew you weren’t being fair. He was just trying to help.

“Sorry,” you said, in a calmer voice. “…I’ll think about it, okay? Because you’re right. It’s not just her…I also just can’t shake this feeling. Like my world is getting smaller, and someday I’m going to be the only one left.”

And there it was. Yet another fear you didn’t want to admit. It was your worst fear: being alone.

You were hesitant to let your gaze leave your lap, to meet Dean’s. When you did, you were met by his softened look. He went for your hand again.

“Listen. You still have people,” he said. “Doesn’t matter if they’re related to you by blood or not. Real family’s gonna fight and bitch. But they’re also gonna be there, like your friend was today.”

You sighed heavily. Once again, you knew he was right. Despite the awfulness of your fight, Andréa had come to your grandfather’s funeral. She helped you set up for the reception, and she stayed until the last hour helping with the cleanup, along with Benny, Sam, Eileen, and the rest of Dean’s friends. They were now your friends too.

You nodded. “By the way, it was nice of Sam and Eileen to come. And Meg and Cas.” 

Dean smiled.

“They can be your people too,” he said. “If you want ‘em to be.”

You couldn’t help it. Your tears brewed and bubbled over. And you moved slowly across the couch to twine your arms around his neck. Dean’s lips tugged at a smile, and he welcomed you with an arm wrapping around your waist.

Both of you were still wearing the same clothes you’d been wearing all day; you in your black dress and Dean in his slacks and white buttoned-down shirt, though by now without the jacket, and the shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You were infinitely exhausted. But one thing had become clear to you over the past few weeks.

“Thank you. Thank you for today, and for every day since we met,” you said shakily. “Dean, I love you. I love you so damn much.”

Dean’s fingers tangled in your hair. A sigh expelled through his nose as he pressed a lingering kiss into your neck.

Warm. It felt warm in his chest. Almost overwhelming.

He’d been letting instinct guide him since the day he met you. So even though he hesitated to answer at first, he knew.

“I love you too,” he admitted. You held onto him that much tighter.

In hindsight, he’d already known. The day of the car accident, when you’d called him in tears and asked for his help, he realized just how much he’d do for you. The lengths he would go to make sure you were okay.

That you were safe, and his.

Nick Savage was an opportunist at heart.

Sure, he’d flunked out of college. Big fucking whoop.

Now he stood at the literal head of a multimillion-dollar company. He ruled in the very same office where he once sat on the floor as a ten-year-old kid, playing with his Batman action figure. Out of the corner of his eye, he’d watched his father hook new “clients” between glasses of scotch.

Now, Nick was the one making deals.

He stared out of the immense window of his office as he practiced his putting swing. These golf clubs had been a gift (to himself), and he thought he could’ve pursued it harder when he was younger, if he hadn’t lost focus in high school.

Maybe if his dad had attended even one of his games, he would’ve pursued sports past the varsity level. He had the talent. He could’ve gotten scouted…

Nick blew out a breath.   

“Well, this is what I like to see,” a droll voice said from the doorway. “A man hard at work.”

Nick’s head raised slowly. His brows twitched with surprise, but he soon covered it up with a hint of a dry smile.

“Welcome back, Dad,” Nick drawled. “Where were you? Venice? Greece?”

Daniel Savage was only slightly taller than his son. His build was broader, his blonde hair graying at the temples, but his blue eyes were sharp.

He dressed the part of a wealthy mogul: brown slacks, smart shoes, dark green turtleneck, with sleeves bunched up on his forearms, and a black Rolex on his wrist. Its watch face flashed in the afternoon light as he smoked a cigarette indoors. 

He stepped inside the office, letting Nick’s assistant close the door.

“The hottest fucking country known to man,” said Daniel. He cocked his head as he took in all the changes to his office. He noted the untidy bar area with a critical eye.

“It was fun,” he added. “Got a nice tan. But it was starting to chafe…you know why?”

Nick rolled his eyes and straightened from his putting. He leaned on his club.

“I have everything under control,” he said.

“You see, if that were true,” Daniel said. His slow but measured gait drew him closer to his son. He flicked a bit of ash from his cigarette onto Nick’s shoe. “I wouldn’t be here, now would I?”

“You didn’t have to come,” Nick said, subtly shaking off his shoe. He tried to maintain his nonchalance, but even now, his father’s gaze pinned his feet to the floor. “Everything’s fine. I’m handling it.”

Daniel paused for a moment. The cigarette was poised between two fingers while his arm crossed beneath his elbow. He stared at his son like he was trying to figure out where the hell he went wrong.

“You know how I know you’re lying?” Daniel asked.

He then smacked his son so hard up the head, it made Nick trip over his golf club. It skittered to the floor, and he had to catch himself on the nearby couch. His arm chafed against the brown leather.

“Fuck,” he yelped.

Daniel grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and hauled him around, until he was leaning against the couch arm.

“Because you’re single-handedly driving my empire into the ground with stupid. Fucking. Mistakes,” Daniel said. His tone was calm and even, but deep in his eyes was hellfire. “Alastair can only do so much to clean up after you.”

Nick swallowed. “I thought…using your brand would send a message. Remind people that our name still has power.”

By that, of course, he meant the various kills he’d ordered in the past six months. Each marked with a burn on their body—a symbol that even now was etched on his father’s ring: two snakes devouring one another.

“My name,” Daniel corrected. “The problem is, you use my mark, people think you’re me. And…well, you’re not, are you?”

Nick’s gaze cut away.

“And I was on sabbatical for a reason,” Daniel reminded. “I was kinda supposed to be dead.”

He took a long drag of his cigarette. When he blew out the smoke, the smell reminded Nick of nights he spent in the back rooms of old bars and clubs as a kid, watching his father play cards with old “friends of the family.”

But sometimes, family friends shot one another over money owed and disrespected protocols. 

“Never kill your accountant, you idiot,” Daniel said. He punctuated this by tapping Nick hard on the chest, with the same two fingers that held his smoke. “The devil’s in the details. In this case, the numbers.”

Daniel shook his head and blew more smoke. “The cops are onto you…one in particular, in fact, who’s a few steps shy of pinning your ass against the wall.” 

And one step away from mine, his tone implied. Hence why he’d returned from sabbatical, Nick realized, with a sinking feeling.

Okay, maybe he’d fucked up putting the hit on Jerry Stillwell, but the grubby little man had been demanding a bigger cut for his “continuing silence.”

Daniel sighed and raised a hand to rub between his eyes. He turned towards the desk and put out his cigarette on an ashtray. 

“Technology’s gotten too good, Nicholas. It’s not like it was 30 years ago. Nowadays, when you start a damn fire, the cops tend to look at that shit a bit harder.”

Nick straightened up onto his feet. His hands clenched into fists with the same fire that always drove him: the desire to be useful. To be seen by his father. To matter. 

“The cop, I know who he is. It’s the same one that tried to burn you last time,” Nick said. “John Winchester.”

Daniel scoffed, giving a short nod. “I know. The man’s fucking obsessed.”

Nick smiled. “I’ve already been working on a plan with Alastair—”

“You’ll do nothing,” Daniel snapped. He glanced at his son over his shoulder. “From now on, I’m back in the saddle. Nothing happens without my word. That includes this company.”

Nick frowned at that. A trill of anger made his nails bite into his palms.

“Savage & Co. is mine,” he argued. “You gave it to me.”

“That’s right. I’m correcting that bit of oversight.”

“We’ve been margining the best profits we’ve ever had,” Nick said. He mentally scoured your latest sales report in his brain. “Our projections—”

“Don’t mean shit,” Daniel said. He turned on his heel, with a hand in his pocket. “You do realize that this building? It’s just a pretty face. The real magic happens behind the curtain.”

He took note of the gold pen showcased on Nick’s desk. He picked it up…and threw it as hard as he could towards the bar. Nick flinched as glass bottles of fine liquor shattered.

“As we speak, there are deals closing all over the world,” Daniel continued. “Shipments being made back and forth through customs, all perfectly legal, as long as it has this company’s stamp…but that’s all about to unravel. And evidently, the only one who can keep the entire goddamn operation from crumbling into nothing, is ME!”

Nick tried not to flinch again at his father’s raised voice. That brought back memories too.

His gaze lowered. Meanwhile, Daniel took pains to inhale deeply, taking more even breaths. His hand brushed back his hair, as if smoothing down proverbial ruffled feathers.

“It’s all right, son,” he said with a slippery smile. “Azazel’s back in town.”

The next morning marked your official first day back in the office. After a little over a month of working from home, it felt odd to actually get dressed in the “workwear” side of your closet, complete with slacks, blouse, flat shoes, and a blazer.

No more making yourself a nice breakfast at home. No more Dean dropping in on his off days to hang out during the day, making you feel like you weren’t completely alone in your old, too-big house.

Back to the office, where you had to be completely and 100% on your game. Or else you wouldn’t be taken seriously by the would-be Jon Hamms of your office.

However, for every floor that Betsy the elevator climbed, the more your stomach churned. For once, it wasn’t just because you didn’t want to deal with Nick. You genuinely just didn’t want to be here.

“Buck up sweetheart,” as your grandfather would often say, when he watched you pause at the front door, taking a breath before you left for the day.

“Give it your very best, and no matter what crap happens afterwards, you can’t be disappointed in yourself.”

You remembered his encouragements. His smile. The way he subtly reminded you not to be so hard on yourself. The way he always knew how to make you laugh when you were at your most exhausted, or discouraged. The way he’d been your best friend and your father all at once.

You let out a shaky sigh, and you stopped the elevator three floors before the 22nd.

Before you fully realized what you were doing, you found yourself standing in the doorway of Andréa’s cubicle. She looked up at you a bit startled at first. Her brows drew together, but then, she seemed to soften.

You must’ve looked like hell.

“Hey…is it your first day back to the office?” she asked.

You nodded, because you weren’t sure what would come out if you spoke. Your hands were shaking, you also realized.

Andréa’s hazel eyes gentled. She stood and went over to you, resting a hand on your arm. After a beat, she just took your hand. You bit your lip, and your eyes watered, meeting hers.

“You’re not ready to be here, are you?” she asked.

After a beat, you made a negative sound and shook your head.

“Okay. Let’s get you back to your office so you can put in your PTO. I know you’ve got days racked up, since you’re a workaholic.”

You gave a tremulous smile. You let her lead you out of her cubicle and back towards the elevators.

“Nick is going to be an asshole about it,” you said weakly.

Andréa threw her head back and scoffed. “Nick can suck my dick twice on a Tuesday.”

She had you laughing through your tears. Then laughing until your stomach hurt.

She chortled, though she shushed you when you two walked out into the main hallway. A couple of guys from Legal shot you strange looks, but you ignored them. The lawyers at your company were starch-pressed assholes. 

“Wanna grab brunch?” Andréa asked, when the elevator opened up for you two. 

I’m sorry, her gaze said. You gave her a softer smile, accompanied by a nod.

Me too. You squeezed her hand. You two could talk the rest out later, but for now, you just wanted peace.

“Yeah, but for the love of God, not Geraldo’s,” you replied. “Last time, I think I got food poisoning just from the salad bar.”

Andréa laughed and pressed the floor for your office.

“Oh, hun. That’s what you get for eating rabbit food.” 

Bit by bit, you started to pick up the pieces of yourself.

You ended up at Dean’s apartment more often than not, as being at home made your skin crawl with loneliness most nights.

He and Sam always welcomed you. In fact, Dean got a kick out of trading off cooking dinner with you. And you had to admit, he made a damn good burger.

So you decided to do something you hadn’t done in months. You grabbed every pan the brothers had, flour, eggs, sugar, salt, and the two leftover apples that looked like they were just about to turn. You started peeling them.

Meanwhile, Dean watched you spark to life as you baked in his kitchen. He sat from his corner at the dining table, still able to see you with his iPad in hand. A slow smile grew across his face.

“Apple pie?” he asked.

You looked up at him. “Apple cake. I don’t think I can compete with your mom’s recipe.”

“Damn, I really wish we had it,” he said. “I’d trust you do to it right.”

You tossed him a smile back. “Well, that’s high praise. Maybe one day I’ll give it a try…I don’t think I’ve made pie in a while.”

Dean watched you mix ingredients, whipping up a storm with the wooden spoon in the bowl. You dearly missed your Kitchen Aid mixer.

“You guys really need a better arsenal up in here,” you muttered. “Feel like I’m a damn Quaker churning butter over here.”

Your boyfriend burst out laughing. You looked up at him, your lips tugging back into a smile. You hadn’t even meant to make him laugh, but at least someone thought you were funny.

Dean tilted his head thoughtfully while he scrolled through football highlights on the small screen.

“Well, if you’re going to be over here more often, guess I’m gonna have to step up my game,” he said, “hit up a Homegoods.”

Your smile started to fall, as something occurred to you. “Oh, you don’t have to do all that.”

Dean noticed the shift in you, with a frown of his own.

“What?” he asked. You glanced over at him.

“Nothing, just…” You sighed. Hands on your hips, you paused in your churning to turn towards him. “It’s okay that I’ve been hanging out here more often, right? I mean…you’ll tell me if you need space. Or if Sam—”

Dean held up a hand. “Hold up. I’m gonna stop you right there.”

He set down his iPad on the table and got up from his seat. He joined you in the kitchen, letting his hand skim the counter as he drew into your personal space. You looked up at him and unconsciously held your breath.

Dean stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Have I said or done something to make you think I don’t want you here? Has Sam?”

You frowned, but you shook your head. “No, baby. I just want to make sure I’m not…I don’t know, overstaying my welcome.”

His eyes met yours frankly. “You’re not.”

His hand fell from your face, just to bring you in close by your waist. He dropped a kiss onto your forehead.

“I’d just be worrying about you over there anyway. Alone in that big house,” he admitted.

You blew out a breath and leaned into him, resting your hands against his chest.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Grandpa told me to sell it, but…I don’t know if I can do that.”

Dean didn’t want to tell you what to do here. Personally, he thought you’d be better off selling it, both for practical reasons and for your own wellbeing. But he could also understand the sentimental side of it too.

“Well, you’ve got time to figure it out,” he said.

You nodded. A smile returned to your face, and you looked up at him.

“But first, cake,” you said.

Dean smiled down at you. He could certainly live with that.

He later moaned while sampling said confection. The apple and spices were the perfect ratio of sweetness to softness. The cake was buttery and delicious. And you really were talented, he thought.

“I’m telling you, babe, you really need to get back into this,” he said around another bite. “I mean professionally. Who needs corporate assholes when you’ve got cinnamon apples?”

Sitting across from him at the dining table, you giggled at the sight of this massive man child with his mouth full. Though he might’ve had a point…maybe it was time to revisit your “pipe dream.” Or at least the very thing you went to school for.

If only working at a bakery slinging pastry dough paid the same as your sales job.

“This was my grandma’s recipe,” you told him. “She’s the one who taught me how to cook, how to bake.”

Dean made a “top notch” symbol with his hand. “She sure knew what she was doin’.”

Your good humor soon faded, though you tried to hide it. You were tired of bringing down the people around you. You wanted to just be yourself again…but it seemed your heavy heart wouldn’t let you.

You realized you hadn’t succeeded when Dean’s hand fell over yours. You looked up and met his eyes. They asked a question without speaking as his thumb rubbed over the back of your hand.

“My family’s gone, Dean,” you said wearily, fighting the tears stinging in your eyes.

You still technically had extended family members, but most of them had always looked down at your grandparents, after seeing how they’d “failed” with your mother, then raised the daughter she’d had from a one-night stand she’d met in a bar. Those same people had pitied you when you were young, and barely looked you in the eyes at both of your grandparents’ funerals.

So in your mind, the only real family you had was gone.

But Dean squeezed your hand.

“No,” he said. “They’re right here. In these hands.”

Once again his thumb swept across the back of your knuckles. “You’ve still got what they gave you. Your mind, your spirit, and a lot of other things that make you, you…”

His lips pulled at a smile.

“And you’ve still got me,” he added.

Slowly, you smiled back. You leaned over and held his face in your hands, stroking his stubble covered cheeks.  

“That I do,” you said, and your voice only shook a little. “Thank God for that.”

When you kissed him, it felt as natural as taking a breath. You two had shared tender moments in the past few weeks, born of pain and comfort. But this time had a spark of hunger as your hand drifted down his neck.

Dean kissed you back, pleasantly surprised by the demand of your tongue. He hummed in question, though he gripped your arms to keep you close.

You answered him by licking further into his mouth, kissing him deeper. You broke for a moment, just to meet his eyes. The heat in his was familiar, prickling delightful sensations across your skin. Especially when he dragged you into his lap and continued to devour you against the kitchen table.

Your hands slipped under his black Henley and between the muscles in his back. Some of them twitched under your touch, and you let your nails drag slowly back down his spine.

Fuck, he shuddered. It felt nice (and arousing), but it reminded him of other times your nails had raked across his back.

He gripped your thighs tight, and he contemplated laying you out right here on the dining table, for all he cared. Matter of fact, he’d eat apple cake off your body, if you were down for it.

Unfortunately, that was when Sam finally unlocked the door and got home from work. He caught you and Dean breathless and pupils wide, your hair frizzy and your shirt halfway up over your bra. You hastily tugged it down, while he did the same for himself.

Meanwhile, Sam just rolled his eyes.

“You do have a room, you know,” he said wryly.

Dean cleared his throat and shot you a meaningful look. You nodded, slipping off his lap. But you grabbed his hand and pulled him up with you.

Dean shot his brother a wink over his shoulder. “When the room’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.”

Sam scoffed. “As if I’d give myself that kind of family trauma.”

“Leftovers are in the fridge, Sam!” you called, even though you were halfway down the hall with Dean on your heels.

Sam huffed as he heard your squeal, followed by a door slamming shut. And yet, he smiled. His brother might’ve become part of the “happily committed,” but some things just didn’t change.

Afterwards, you really felt nothing but peace.

Your head rested on your arms, across Dean’s lap. You were comfortable and naked and tangled in his sheets, while he soothed a hand through your wild hair. Ace Ventura played on the TV, and you enjoyed listening to him laugh.

You were too tired, physically and emotionally, to be as vocal. Your body shook in silent laughter, goaded on by his. And that was enough for Dean.

It was enough for you too.

AN: 🥹 I hope you enjoyed that bit of hurt/comfort at the end there, but really throughout this. Dean's really proved himself, hasn't he? But let's talk about "Azazel"...

Did you like the reveal? It changes how you look at Nick, huh?

Well, he's about to get worse.

(Don't worry too much though. There will be protective!Dean.)

Next Time:

He grabbed your arm. “Hey, we didn’t get a chance to catch up tonight.”

You shoved his hand off of you.

“Don’t you ever in your life touch me again,” you warned him. Your eyes were as hard as your voice. “I don’t think there’s anyone on the planet—no. In the whole damn universe who sickens me more than you, Nick Savage.”

Nick straightened a little, frowning at you. Whatever he saw in your gaze, he didn’t seem to like the challenge.

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[yunhohours]

TXT Reaction: Crushing on Older Idol

Request: txt having a crush on kpop idol reader (gn) but they're kind of older in the industry??? was that what you call sunbaenim,,, but this time they're kind of intimidating since they're most experienced haha

Soobin

By far the most intimidated

Probably doesn’t speak much around you

And when he does it’s pretty much just agreeing with whatever you say because you are an All Knowing Being as far as he is concerned

Nods so much you can call him Bobblehead

Asks Yeonjun to asks his friends about you

Obviously can’t ask you about yourself that’s terrifying

Even while asking Yeonjun to find out info on you he SWEARS it's not because he likes you

He's just curious

... Obviously

Every piece of information he learns is further proof that you’re out of his league

Even it’s just your favorite color

He’s like “wow… such a classy favorite color… they’re too good for me”

Will never tell you

One of his members would have to spill the beans or you’d have to confess for him to ever say anything

Otherwise he’s content to miserably (yet happily) fawn over you from a distance for the rest of eternity

Yeonjun

“Fake it till you make it” Yeonjun has entered the chat

Will make more of an effort to come across as mature and dignified hoping that you’ll take notice

Really wants to draw you in without having to tell you anything

Like he probably won’t even talk to you much tbh 😭

He just wants to Operate Near You and make you look at him

Playing hard to get headass

He will straight up come up with a reason why he needs to talk to the person next to you just so you can see how good he looks in his stage outfit and makeup

Talking to the person next to you as professionally as possible as if you don’t exist I’m crying

Strangely though he would just admit to his crush on you if you asked

Casual as hell like “Oh, yeah, I do like you” without so much as a blush to his cheeks

He’d just rather you feel like you’re the one that got lucky to have him SFDJSD

Beomgyu

He’s so playful with you I’m sad

Like he doesn’t want you to think about him as some annoying, childish person

But he likes to be the person that can make you laugh and fuck around for a little while when everything about your day is so scheduled and important

Always gets you in trouble LIKE

You’re so busy playing with him (and actually having fun for once!) that your manager is constantly like “y/n istg if you don’t get over here so we can go RIGHT NOW”

Invisible camera pans to Beomgyu who’s just like oops 😌 my bad 😌

But you become so addicted to the fun of being with him that before you know it you’re head over heels for his pretty ass

And he makes you admit it

He’ll be teasing you before a schedule one day and you’re just giggling so much and looking at him with heart eyes and he’s like

“Y/n, do you have a crush on me? 😌”

BYE OF COURSE YOU DO BUT HE HAD ONE FIRST

Not that you know that of course

Taehyun

Similar to Yeonjun, he decides that he would rather be the intimidating one

As if that’s something one just decides and not a vibe you give off naturally I’m???

He’s pretty successful at it most of the time though like you wouldn’t believe that he’s younger than you if you weren’t aware of his age

Except he has these moments where he just gets so… flustered

Like you’re standing together before an appearance you’re both scheduled to attend

And you naturally start fixing the collar of his suit because it doesn’t look Perfect and as an idol yourself you know that anything less than perfect is not an option

But having your hands touching him, even just his collar, is like a big deal to him

So he starts getting all awkward and stuttering over his words pls

His shy little smile is SO CUTE you can’t stand it

And even though he hates how shy you can make him when he’s trying to be so cool

His timidness makes you like him so much more :( 

Hueningkai

Kai is so polite and respectful of you being older than him

His manners are on point at all times and he doesn’t even get shy or awkward around you

It’s actually kind of interesting how he can both respect your age difference but also make it seem like there isn’t one at the same time

He’s just mature enough to strike the balance just perfectly I suppose

He doesn’t treat you any differently than he treats anyone else, other than doing as you say and being extra nice to you

But Kai is always nice so like can you even tell probably not

He doesn’t flirt because that feels Inappropriate 

So the only way you end up finding out he has a crush on you is because you ask him to help you with something for a performance

And this help requires you to spend a lot of one on one time together

Poor Kai’s internally freaking out like… ALONE??? WITH YOU??? 

So he has to confess but he does it like it’s nothing

“I’d love to help you y/n, but you see I have a bit of a crush on you so I’m not sure that would be wise”

His maturity is baffling like you’re so impressed by his insight and thoughtfulness that like okay now you might have a crush on him too because the other idols around you could never

[peterrparrkerr]

So, deaf AU. First I love this and am working on a version of my own which should be fun but for yours my HC is actually how they meet. So you hint that Peter has powers, but being deaf it would be hard to be a vigilante, plus the bite didn't cute the deafness. So powered Peter but no Spidey.

So I kinda imagine Tony meets Peter at his job. There's not a lot of things you can do while deaf but data entry for a company where you don't have to talk to people and messages are sent via email. He even has a little sign on his desk saying sorry I'm deaf so if you need assistance ask (coworker) or send me an email at pparker@businessname.com

Tony shows up one day because he distantly owns the company and uses it to prop up his non legal businesses. Someone had been messing with his books and he plans to interrogate everyone until he finds out what is going on.

Peter gets dragged before Tony, terrified, his hands flying as he tried to sign, to grab his ID that clearly said he was deaf, to say he couldn't hear even though fear garbled his already poor language skills. Everyone knows who Tony Stark is and he didn't want to get caught up in whatever this was. Luckily Tony being the genius that he is, recognizes what's going on and sighs, then brings over two computers and opens a chat program to explain what happened. They type back and forth and once Peter knows what's going on, he helps Tony by showing him where the files are and how to check for errors.

Peter saves Tony a lot of time and effort so Tony rewards him. Peter keeps trying to give it back and Tony thinks he wants something different or better. It takes months of back and forth before Tony finally understands that Peter didn't want things but at that point Tony's addicted to spoiling him and works hard to win him over.

So yeah this one is really a lot of fluff followed by smut as Tony worships Peter, and learns sign language in a week just for him. As part of his gifts, Tony custom designs so many things to improve Peter's conditions as related to his deafness. Just all the warm feelings. SI even opens a disability assistance line of products because of what Tony makes for Peter.

This fic!! Continuing to tag @snowstark 😂

I really love the idea of them meeting at work 😭 theres not many places to work that aren't run by the Superior by the time Peter is old enough to get a job.

I always wanted Peter to be born deaf, so he's always lived without being able to hear. When he gets bit (I'm assuming during job interviews with Oscorp) the extra power is debilitating.

He can't hear anything still, but his sixth sense is tricky. Its as close to hearing as Peter thinks he'll ever get, but its still so far from it.

He ends up getting a job at Stark Industries (Tony owns both companies, though he doesnt change Oscorp's name. Norman still runs the show, Tony's just getting 70% of the profit or something idk)

At first, there's a lot of issues with ablist issues, but a nicer co worker gets him the sign saying he's deaf. After a year of working there, the whole floor has learned to just email Peter with questions or concerns.

Their first meeting was probably so stressful for our baby 😭 Tony doesn't realize he's deaf, and at some point he gets frustrated and Peter thinks he's gonna die.

Peter's not the best at speech, but he can get his point across. He's less self conscious about how he sounds to hearing people when he's comfortable, so he doesnt talk to Tony, just frantically signs.

And because Tony's the Superior, he learns sign very quickly. I think Extremis has something to do with it.

And Tony definitely falls for Peter. Hes cute and awkward and endearing in a way not many people are. So Tony creates different ways for Peter to communicate and connect with the world.

He gets Peter in to a speech coach to help smooth out the trickier words, and when Tony finds out Peter isn't as human as he comes across, Tony decides to help him with that too.

Sure, the Superior doesnt need help in controlling the masses, he has his own technology for that. But he knows how much Peter wants to feel useful. So he builds him a suit. He gives Peter a part of New York to protect (under his ever present eye).

The suit has a baby monitor and built in hearing aids. The finger pads have the ability to translate morse code. When Peter's in a bind, he just taps his fingers, letting Tony know he's okay or may need a bit of help.

Peter thrives under the Superior's guidance and support. They fall in love and there's no doubt in my mind that Tony doesn't worship the ground Peter walks on.

And Peter talks more around him. Murmurs slurred I love yous and lets himself moan and whimper when Tony fucks him hard on their bed.

Peter is Tony’s only weakness. He'd bend over backwards for the boy -and has, many times over the course of their relationship. He doesnt assume anyone is stupid enough to touch his boy, but then Beck happens.

My god plz you got me looking at my superior one shots wanting to add more parts to them 😭😭

[meltwonu]

〚 💜 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕡 💜 〛| [CHAPTER 5]

this chapter pairing; professor!seokjin x uni-student!(female)reader x uni-student!(virgin)seungkwan

genre&warnings; university!au, professor!seokjin, virgin!seungkwan, threesome, dirty talk, lots of teasing, oral(fem receiving), squirting, fingering, overstimulation! Plz, seokjin would soooo do this LMAO ☠️ also this was queued so i’m hoping it went up when it was supposed to sdkfhkh hehe also thank you so much for your interest and support always, it means so much to me and honestly keeps me going!😭💕 I get so many great ideas from you guys! 💕That being said, I took a human sexuality class in uni and it was… interesting. Can’t rly say I learned much but I had a cool professor so LOL 🤣 ANYWAY, enjoy ch 5 and have a great rest of your day! I love you! 💕

word count; ~2300

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ?

Seungkwan gets a D- on his exam for the first time in his life.

He sits on a bench across campus for far too long simmering in his thoughts before he decides he needs to speak to his professor about his grade that can’t possibly be right.

After all, Seungkwan never got bad grades.

Admittedly, he’s a little more than heated and somewhat embarrassed as he makes the trek back to the lecture hall where his Human Sexuality class had been held - too in a rush to even knock when he all but throws the door open.

“Professor Kim, I just don’t think--”

“...Ngh, Seok---Seokjin!”

“Uhh--”

Being Seokjin’s TA had its perks.

Mostly it was the way he always ate you out after his long lectures.

‘My way of saying sorry for making you sit through those boring lessons,’ he’d said.

“Pretty ‘lil cunt is so wet for me already, baby~” He leans in, tongue sliding through your wet folds as you tangle a hand into his hair.

“I always look forward to our sessions, professor~” You throw your head back as you sit atop his desk; legs spread obscenely wide as Seokjin kneels between them.

He was a young professor on campus - extremely gifted and knowledgeable on the topic of sex which he’d proven to you on multiple occasions.

Seokjin’s tongue drags through your folds slowly as you mewl; fingertips tightening in his hair when the tip of his tongue dips into your entrance before drawing up and circling your sensitive clit.

“G-god, mmh, your t-tongue feels so, ah, g-good… makes m-me so wet…”

His eyes flit up to your face momentarily; smirking when he notices how blissed out your face looks.

“You’re always so quick to jump onto my desk the second the room’s empty. Do you really just sit there thinkin’ about this the entire lecture?”

“Maybe… Ngh, Seok--Seokjin!”

Seungkwan is even more embarrassed now, except less about his failing grade and more about the fact he just walked in on something he probably shouldn’t have.

“I’m so so sorry, I just---I’m--I--um--”

“Oh, it’s you, Seungkwan. Come in and close the door.”

Seokjin flicks your clit one more time with the tip of his tongue as you whine and jolt from the sensitivity. He stands from his kneeling position, dusting off his slacks as he gives you a pointed stare. “Stay still.”

“Yes, professor~”

The younger male stays with his back pressed to the door, eyes avoiding the older male who starts walking over to him.

“I take it you weren’t too pleased about your failing grade, huh? You were the only one who failed the exam.”

“I--I--s--sorry…” Seungkwan crushes the papers in his hands; throat dry as he glances up to Seokjin who grins back at him.

“Why don’t you have a first hand lesson, hmm? I think it’d help you since you seemed to struggle a little.”

You turn your head to watch the two - grinning when you notice the shy student from Seokjin’s class trying to look at you from where he stood.

“Ah, the one who didn’t know basic anatomy. Tsk, such a shame for someone so cute.”

Seungkwan blushes even harder; hands moving slowly to try to cover the way his cock is getting harder the longer he stands in the lecture hall.

“I’ll give you a better grade if you get her to cum. Think of it as retaking your exam.”

“I--o-okay…”

Admittedly, Seungkwan is inexperienced.

He took Seokjin’s class in hopes of broadening his knowledge but anytime he sat down to try and even watch porn, he got too embarrassed and shut it off. Although he'd done his studying with anatomy, Seungkwan had gotten a little overwhelmed during the exam and mixed up a few things, or so he said.

“She likes it when you touch her right here.”

Seokjin’s nimble fingers are on your clit not a second later, rubbing soft circles as Seungkwan holds your legs apart. The younger male nods, fascinated with the way your body squirms and shifts under Seokjin’s touch.

“Hyung, what if you keep touching her clit when you fuck her? Will it make her cum quicker?” The older male nods firmly, eyes twinkling with knowledge as he coaches the younger one.

After all, this was an educational session.

“Mmhmm, if you make her feel really really good, she’ll squirt.”

Seungkwan’s head tilts to the side; eyes blinking cutely up at Seokjin. “What’s that?”

You can’t help but whine as your legs tremble under Seungkwan’s firm hold. “Why don’t you f-fuck me, ngh, and find o-out…”

“I--um…” Seungkwan's cheeks burn a cherry red as he avoids the way you and Seokjin stare at him. “Is--is it okay? I’ve never…” He trails off; fingertips digging into the skin of your thighs just as Seokjin pinches your clit between his fingertips.

“Fuck, is that why you did so bad on the exam?” Seokjin exclaims - putting the pieces together as he drags his fingers through your soaked folds before easing in two digits at once.

“Oh, mmh, S--Seokjin!”

“So you’re… a virgin? There’s no shame in that, by the way. But… Why’d you take my class?”

Seungkwan gets a little frustrated after being put on the spot; raising a shaky hand off your thigh as he brings it to where Seokjin has his own fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

“I just wanted to challenge myself, okay!? I--I didn’t think your class would actually be this hard.”

His shy fingers play around Seokjin’s as he collects your wetness on the pads of his fingers.

“Mmh, Seungkwan…” You moan - music to his ears as goosebumps rise on his skin. “Put your fingers in my pussy too… Right n-next to, ah, Seokjin’s…”

Seokjin pauses the snaps of his wrist to give Seungkwan the chance.

“Might wanna hurry. She gets so impatient sometimes.”

Now or never, he thinks.

A bead of sweat trickles down Seongkwan’s temple as he gulps; soaked middle finger positioned at your entrance where Seokjin already has his fingers. He slowly eases his finger in next to the older male’s - soft groans on his lips with how wet, hot and tight you were being stuffed full of their fingers.

“Fuh--fuck ‘m so f-full!” Moaning, you spread your legs on your own to give them more space. “Make me c-cum! Shit, I’m s-so close already…”

“Haven’t even done anything other than slide our fingers in a little and you’re already gonna cum? So fuckin’ easy, huh, baby?” Seokjin grins from behind you; eyes on Seungkwan whose mouth is agape.

“Well, you heard the lady. Let’s make her cum.”

Seungkwan is a quick learner, given the right materials.

“Oh f-fuck, ‘m cumming!”

He grins down at you as you cum on their fingers a second time; his own thumb on your clit rubbing harsh circles now that he knew that you liked it a little rough.

The confidence he’d gained from the fact you had come just from his fingers made his chest swell with pride and he found himself craving more.

“See? You’re a fast learner. You just have to take the reins, Seungkwan.” Seokjin pulls his soaked digits out of your cunt as you whine from both  overstimulation and the need to be filled again. “Now the question is, can you get her to cum on your cock?”

The younger male nods feverishly as he slowly pulls his digits from inside of you; bringing them towards his face as he goes in to lick them clean.

Seungkwan thinks you taste sweet.

“Seungkwaaaan…” Whining, you shake your hips at him when he takes a little too long for your liking. “Seokjin’s got another class in 25 minutes…”

“Mm, she’s right. You better fuck her good and show me how much you learned~” Seokjin teases.

The younger male takes this as a challenge as he hurries to push his jeans and underwear down - cock curving up to his chest as he wraps a hand around his length.

“Fuck, the first time I get to fuck someone and it’s like this…” He mutters.

“Could be worse.” Seokjin shrugs.

You giggle slightly as you rest your upper half against Seokjin’s broad chest. “Hurry, Seungkwan~ I wanna see how well your cock fills up my need ‘lil pussy…”

“P-please don’t say that stuff, I’ll cum too quick…” He blushes, cock throbbing in his own grip as you scoot closer to the edge of the table.

“Aww, that’s so cute though. So fuckin’ sensitive that you can’t help but cum~”

He chooses to ignore your comment as he positions his cock at your entrance before he takes a deep breath and slowly starts to sink his cock into your soaked warmth.

You rest your head against Seokjin’s shoulder as your toes curl at the way Seungkwan’s cock curves right into your g-spot when he bottoms out.

“H-holy fuck, you’re so b-big… Fuck, you’re stretching out m-my pussy so goooood…”

Seungkwan scoffs slightly, trying to appear cocky even though he could already feel himself tipping close to the edge of an orgasm with your warm walls only sucking his cock in deeper.

And it’s you that gives him a second to adjust as he tries to to level his breathing before his hands are on your thighs to press them even further apart.

“C-can I move n-now…?” Mumbling, Seungkwan hyper-focuses on your chest that rises and falls in stuttered breaths.

“Go ahead~ Show us what you learned~” Seokjin comments back. His large hand snakes down your body again, fingertips on your clit when Seungkwan starts a moderate pace from the start.

“Find a good rhythm and don’t lose it just ‘cause you’re impatient to cum. It won’t feel good for her and that’s not fair if you’re selfish, right, Seungkwan?”

Your walls tighten around his cock with Seokjin’s fingers rubbing quick circles on your clit and despite the oversensitivity biting - you can’t help but cry out at the feeling of Seungkwan’s cock slamming into your g-spot with each skilled thrust of his hips.

Oddly enough, despite his poor exam score - he was actually quite skilled when it came to application.

“Fuck, I--I wanna cum already… Damn it…” He groans, cock throbbing inside your cunt as he meets your hazy stare. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you again another time too?” Seungkwan offers.

You smirk, reaching up and wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s neck as your body rocks against his.

“Mmh, Seokjin has so much more to teach you and I, right, professor~?”

The older male scoffs, fingertips pinching your clit and making you clamp down harder onto Seungkwan’s cock as you mewl.

“I’m not even gonna be able to cum before I have to teach my next class because of you two. I fully expect to be compensated for this.”

Seungkwan grits his teeth as he doubles his pace - making sure to not lose his rhythm as he gets closer and closer to tipping over the edge.

“Ah, I wanna s-suck your cock so bad, Seokjin… I can get on my knees and, mmh, do it from underneath your t-table while you teach your class… Hah, n-nobody would know…”

“Little minx. Why don’t you cum one more time and let Seungkwan feel how much tighter your ‘lil cunt gets, huh? I don’t think he can hold off much longer either.”

And Seokjin’s right.

Seungkwan babbles the entire time; clipped sentences and muttered curse words when the pleasure becomes too much for him to handle.

“Fu--fuck, I’m c-cumming!”

His entire body tingles - lightheadedness and euphoria making him black out for a second as he unloads all his cum into your cunt.

And with Seokjin’s fingers still rubbing harsh circles on your clit, you can’t help but follow suit as you cry out and cum a third time. This time squirting all over Seungkwan’s lower half and Seokjin’s class outlines underneath your trembling body.

“Ngh, fuh--fuck…”

Seokjin can’t help but roll his eyes at the scene. 

You always ruined his documents.

Soft whines pour out of Seungkwan’s mouth as he rides out his high and he can’t deny that your fluttering walls felt insanely better than the few time’s he’d jerked himself off in the shower.

“Fuck, S-Seungkwan, h--how much did you c-cum inside me…” You mutter; this time fully tired as you slump against Seokjin. “Ah... I can feel it pouring out of my pussy even with you still inside me…”

His hips stutter as he rides out the remnants of his orgasm - slightly fucking his cum deeper into you as you mewl in overstimulation. “Ngh, I--I can’t…”

Your body jolts as Seokjin finally takes his soaked fingers off your clit and Seungkwan starts to pull out.

“Damn, only 10 minutes ‘til I have to start my next lecture and you squirted all over my fuckin’ handouts.” Seokjin laughs under his breath, watching as you reach a free hand down to your pussy where Seungkwan’s cum is spilling out of you in globs.

You scoop some up with your fingers as Seungkwan watches with wide eyes and his mouth agape; cock twitching at the sight of you licking his cum from your fingertips.

“Aren’t you glad I’m your TA? Seungkwan, let’s clean up and get Seokjin’s papers reprinted before I change your grade in the system.”

“W-wait, for real?”

Seokjin huffs as you shimmy off his table - cum soaked papers left in your wake. “Yeah, why don’t you change your shirt too since she made a mess of that. And by the way, all you’re getting is a C+ for taking part in ruining my papers.”

You roll your eyes at Seokjin as you search for your discarded panties.

“Could be worse, I guess.”