#I’m sitting in the backseat fucking fuming

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Nothing slaps me in the face and triggers my inner angry teen trauma more than my stepmother going “oh you’re coming to dinner?” in front of our entire extended family who is visiting and all going to dinner with the immediate family. Like way to make me feel like the outsider of this family, yet again.

[coryosbaby]

Playing Dangerous - Ethan Landry x reader x Chad Meeks Martin (18+)

a lil sum for @knxfesup 🤭

Warning: threesome, jealousy, car sex, angry sex, double penetration, marking, degradation, Ethan is literally so mean in this, dumbification, sir kink, daddy kink (it’s said like one time LMFAOO), cum play, breeding kink, a little bit of anal, dom! Ethan landry, dom! Chad meeks Martin, sub!bimbo! Reader

“Oh, my god! I LOVE Kendrick Lamar!”

Your voice rings out through the party you’re at. You always get loud, but it’s not like anyone is sober enough to care. The boy in front of you, some random frat guy with average frat guy music taste, is conversating you about different bands. He smiles, throwing his head back and laughing at your excitement. He’s cute, with sandy blonde hair and and green eyes.

He’s not Ethan or Chad, though.

And you know that. But neither of two boys seem to, because they’re death staring you and the frat boy from across the room.

Chad’s jaw is clenched, hands gripping his drink harshly, as Ethan’s cold stare examines the way you move your body towards him. An innocent little sway of your hips, but Ethan knows better. He knows that move.

When you walk away from the frat boy, his number now innocently resting in your pocket, you make your way over to Ethan and Chad.

“Hey, guys!” You excitedly bring Chad into a hug and kiss Ethan on the cheek. They give you the cold shoulder, however, and ignore you. You frown, not knowing what you did wrong.

“Are you both okay? You look-”

“Shut up,” Chad snaps. “We’re going home.”

Your mouth snaps shut, but then forms into a pout.

“Why are you being so mean? I wanna stay…”

“We don’t really care what you want.” Ethan says. His hand grabs your wrist and he tugs you to him. Him and Chad begin to direct you to your car, and you follow them, irritated.

Usually Ethan lets you sit in the floorboard when Chad drives, lets you rest your cheek against his thigh while he strokes your hair. And sometimes, when Ethan drives, Chad lets you rest your head in his lap in the backseat.

But this time, Ethan shoves you into the back without even a look at you.

He gets in the passenger side, and Chad throws your bag in the back with you. He begins to drive and you glare at him in anger.

“I was having fun.”

Ethan chuckles. “Yeah, sure you were. With that fucking idiot in the backwards hat. What was his name?”

You realize that they’re jealous, and you roll your eyes.

Chad sees your reaction in the mirror and looks back at you through the reflection to give you a harsh stare.

“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at him. Answer the goddamn question.”

You shrug nervously, your attitude slightly wavering at Chad’s tone. Your pink acrylic nails tap against the door handle. The place you’re driving at is mostly empty. It’s 3 a.m, after all, and the party was away from the city.

“He was just some guy named Alex. He gave me his number because he wants to hang out together at his frat wednesday night to talk about the class we share. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah,” Ethan scoffs. “I’m sure that was the reason. He’s just trying to get into your pants.”

You frown.

“He was just being nice…”

“Baby, guys like that aren’t being nice unless they want something.” Chad cuts in. His tone is soft. Sometimes he gets scared your naiveness might get you into trouble. Both him and Ethan have to think for you most of the time, after all.

But of course, you still have that snarky attitude.

“Whatever…” you mutter. “He’s probably better in bed, anyway. Maybe I’ll still go.”

Chad’s eyes narrow, his hand tight on the steering wheel, and Ethan turns around to look at you angrily.

“That mouth is gonna get you into trouble, bitch. I would stop while you’re ahead.”

“Or what?”

And then Chad is pulling the car over, the road empty and deserted. Both him and Ethan are fuming, and they unbuckle their seat belts and stalk over to your door. When they open it, Chad leans over to roughly undo your seat belt. Your eyes are wide, face flushed.

And then Chad pushes you down, turning your body over and bending you at your knees. He yanks your skirt up, and your underwear down. He hits your ass with a hardened force, and you cry out, hands scrambling to hold yourself up as he spanks you.

“N-no! ‘M sorry.. I won’t ever do it again, sir!”

“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m not stopping.” Chad growls. He spanks you again, harder. Your ass stings, incredibly so. “You get five hits from me, and then Ethan is going to give you five more. Is that understood?”

You nod, ass backing up against the boy’s hand more. Although you love the feeling and only have three hits left from Chad, you dread the time when Ethan has to punish you. Even if he’s the smaller of the two, he’s the meanest.

Chads hand comes down on you again, and your body surges forward in the warm leather seat. Your pussy clenches, flooding with wetness, and the boy’s hand comes down one last time. You moan at the sting, and he rubs your ass soothingly before moving out of the way so Ethan can finish the job. And when Chad goes over to the other side of the car to get into the seat beside you, he begins to stroke your hair. it’s a form of comfort; he knows how harsh your shared boyfriend can be, and always stays beside you in case you get too overwhelmed.

You can feel Ethan’s soft palms press against you, and you tense. The sting of his harsh hits doesn’t come, however.

Because his hands move from you, and down to his belt.

Your eyes widen when you hear the sound of the metal buckle coming undone. He pulls it through the loops of his jeans, and you feel the leather up against your ass.

“You know I don’t like doing this stuff, sweetness.” Ethan sighs. “But you need to be disciplined.”

And then the belt is cracking down. You cry when it hits your skin, tears welling in your eyes, but Ethan just chuckles dryly.

“Don’t cry on me now. You asked for this.”

You sniffle. “Sorry, sir.”

Ethan rolls his eyes, and spanks you again. It’s harder than the first, and it fucking hurts.

But of course, that doesn’t stop you from being extremely turned on. Your legs are shaking, your tight little cunt begging for release. But you know it probably won’t come, not for the rest of the night or tomorrow. Another one of Ethan’s forms of harsh punishment; he doesn’t like other men being around you except for Chad, and he has little patience. You knew this, of course. You don’t know why you do this to yourself.

The second hit. Your body practically flattens itself to the seat, your ass clenching to prevent the harsh sting of the belt. You try to crawl away from the painful hits, but Ethan notices, and inhales sharply through his teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he grunts. He grabs your legs and pulls you back to him roughly, and you mewl. “You’re gonna sit and take it like your supposed to, like a good fuckin’ girl. Jesus, it’s like you’re begging to get hurt. It’s pathetic.”

You shakily exhale, relaxing your body as much as you can, and the belt comes down for a third time. You sob, tears streaming messily down your flushed cheeks. Your mascara is smeared, lipstick worn off and staining the edges of your mouth. Chad watches your beautiful form next to him, his cock now in his hand as he strokes himself. Normally when you cry he’s concerned; but now, knowing that the pain brings you carnal pleasure, he wants nothing more than to shove his hot prick inside you.

You lift your head up to look at Chad, watch him touch himself and leak all over his own hand. “C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs “Just two more…”

“And then you’ll both fuck me?” You look into his eyes with a hazy, exited gaze. He smiles.

“Yeah, baby. Then we’ll fuck you.” He looks back at Ethan, and the boy nods.

“Give Ethan a kiss, honey. Thank him for punishing you.”

You bite your lip, hesitant. You turn around to look at him, and he smiles for the first time that night. You grin, moving your abused body up to press a kiss to his lips. The boy’s hand wraps around your throat to hold you upright, his mouth moving against yours in tandem. But only for a moment, before he pulls away.

“Thank you for punishing me, sir.” you murmur. Ethan strokes the expanse of your neck as he holds you up.

“You’re welcome, angel. Now lay back down, okay?”

You nod, bringing your body back down. He begins to give you directions, ways to position your body so Chad can see more of you and make himself feel good.

“Lift that pretty ass up… yeah, you sweet little whore. Just like that. Show Chad how slutty you are.”

You whine, pressing yourself against Ethan’s hips, feeling his hard cock poking through, as you lift your ass up.

And then he spanks you with the belt again, and more tears begin to flow. And finally, when you’re on the last hit, welts are running along your ass and thighs. You collapse in relief that it’s over. The fact that no one has stopped to see what’s going on is a mystery to you, but you aren’t complaining.

Chad moves onto his knees, his hard cock in front of you. He grabs your hair to lift you back up, and you moan. He shoves his cock into your open, awaiting mouth. You choke, your throat keening under the pressure of his fat dick. Ethan positions himself behind you, and you gasp when you feel his now naked cock pressing against your warm heat. He spreads your pussy lips apart and pushes in, filling you to the brim.

You cry out around Chad’s cock, and he mutters a small ‘son of a bitch!’ before beginning to shallowly fuck your throat.

Ethan begins to fuck you hard and rough, hands gripping your ass as he thrusts into you. He feels so hot, so good inside you, and he laughs when you try to pull yourself towards him.

“Poor baby. You just love being a little cock sleeve, huh?” Ethan spreads your cheeks apart, spitting down onto your other hole. He shoves a finger in, and you mewl. “Can’t even hold yourself up right now, and you think that that frat boy can fuck you better than us? God, you really are an airhead.”

Your cheeks heat at the degradation. The sound of both Chad and Ethan’s hips hitting your skin is loud inside the car, and your juices drip down your thighs as Ethan adds another finger to your tight ass. Chad thrusts into your mouth deeply one last time, before pulling off. You gasp for air, chest heaving, and your mouth hovers over Chad’s waist. Ethan’s thrusts begin to slow. His hips stutter, and you know he’s close.

“C’mon, Eth,” you beg, fucking your ass back onto him. He moans. “Don’t you want to cum inside my pussy? Wan’ your cum, sir, wan’ it so bad-”

“Fuck!” He groans, his cock finally spilling inside your tight heat. Your eyes roll back at the warmth, and Ethan rests himself on top of you. Your cunt is throbbing, finally getting the hot cum that it’s been aching for the entire night. Ethan rests for a moment, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

“Gonna let me fuck her, man? Or are you gonna keep her all to yourself?” Chad teases to the boy , and he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, Jesus. Let me pull out.”

And when he does, he grabs you by your shoulders and spins you around. Your pussy faces Chad now, and he uses his fingers to gather the sticky cum dripping out of your opening to soak his cock. Ethan’s dick jumps at that, and he can feel himself getting hard again. His stamina is honestly scary, but it makes for good fucking at the end of the day.

You whimper when you see that he’s hard again. Chad pushes into you, the sound of Ethan’s cum inside of you making a loud wet sound. You clench around him, and the boy grits his teeth to stop from orgasming too soon. He lifts his shirt up and holds it with his teeth, watches your ass bounce as he fucks you and Ethan’s white cum create a thick ring around his dick. He brings his hands down to grip the red welts on your ass tightly. You cry out in pain, but it only spurs him on.

Ethan rubs his tip against your lips, and laughs.

“I’m gonna cum all over this slutty little face. God, you’re gonna be covered, baby. If this doesn’t get you pregnant, I don’t know what will.”

You moan, lips coming up to kiss the tip of his cock.

Ethan grins. “You like that, you sweet dumb thing? Wanna make me and Chad a daddy?”

“Yes! Please, please fill me up!”

Chad huffs, face on fire, and you clench down on him. He makes a low animalistic sound in his throat as he orgasms, his cum filling you up just like Ethan’s did. You clench, wanting to keep him cock inside for warmth. And he does just that, cock warming you as Ethan begins to touch himself in front of your face. You stick out your tongue, waiting for his load to land on it. It doesn’t take long before he’s creaming all over your tongue, face, and neck.

“Good little bitch. Take daddy’s cum. Yeah, that’s it. Filled the fuck up, aren’t you?”

You nod, trying not to giggle as your mouth stays open. Ethan lifts your chin up so he can examine his handiwork.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”

You obey, swallowing him down. He takes his fingers and scoops up some of the cum on your neck and feeds it to you, and you take it eagerly. Behind you, Chad finally pulls out, and tuts when he sees that his seed is dripping out.

“Can’t have any of that slipping out, sweet girl. Think you can hold it in with your fingers until we get home?”

“Yes, sir.”

And you do just that. As they fix your clothes and buckle you back up, you keep your fingers inside yourself obediently. Ethan keeps you company in the backseat as Chad drives once again, one hand kneading your tits and the other pressing kisses to your collarbones.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

“Proud enough to let me cum?” You whisper. Your eyes are hopeful, and he sighs.

“Fine, but just this once.”

And then he’s rubbing your clit in slow circles, and you’re tilting your head back in ecstasy.

[worldofheroes]

Building Tension

pete “maverick” mitchell x fem!bradshaw!reader

summary: after a training accident, you yell at maverick for his reckless behavior that turns into something more.

warnings: 18+, enemies to lovers, language, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex

wc: 1.2k

a/n: based on a request by @cheeseballsaregood ! Hope you like it ❤️

“Hey y/n/n, Mav’s coming over, wanted to give you a heads up,” your brother, Nick, says to you.

You close the fridge and sigh heavily.

“I know you don’t like him, but he’s my buddy, my partner, so he’s gonna be around a lot,” Goose continues.

“I just hate how reckless he is. He has my big brother in the backseat and he doesn’t care.”

“He does care!”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it,” you mutter.

“Goose?” Maverick calls out from the front door.

“In here, Mav!” Goose calls out.

“Nick,” you complain.

“Hey y/n,” Maverick smiles at you.

“Get lost,” you quip at him, walking out of the kitchen.

You bump into Maverick’s shoulder as you leave.

A day later, you’re notified of a training accident. Luckily no one was seriously hurt, but you are fuming.

“What the hell, Maverick?!” you yell as you storm into the hospital room that Maverick and Goose are sharing.

“Y/n, it’s fine,” Goose says.

“It’s not fine! You could’ve gotten killed, Nick!”

“I had it under control,” Maverick says.

You turn and glare at him. “Don’t even start with me, Pete.”

Maverick sets his jaw. “I won’t, then.”

He turns and storms out of the room.

“What the hell was that?” Goose asks.

“I’m not done with him,” you grumble, following Maverick out.

“Y/n!” Goose calls after you, but you ignore him.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Maverick?!” you exclaim.

“You know I’m a damn good pilot! I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

“Oh, fuck you! That’s my brother up there with you, Mav! You have another fucking human up there with you! Just because you don’t have a family doesn’t mean everyone else doesn’t either!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“You fucking know.”

“Why do you care so much about how I fly? You never did before!”

“Because I love you, Maverick, and I don’t want to see you die!”

Pause.

“What did you just say?” Maverick asks, taking a step towards you.

“Shit,” you mutter.

“Y/n,” Maverick says, quieter.

“I… I love you,” you say softly, looking away.

“Look at me,” he says softly, caressing your face with a warm hand.

You find the courage to look him in the eyes.

Maverick pauses for just a moment before he leans in and kisses you.

You take a step closer to Maverick, and his other arm wraps around you and pulls you flush to his chest.

Your own arms make their way up and around Maverick’s neck.

“Come with me, back to my place,” Maverick says.

You nod.

“I’ll give you a ride,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

He hops on his bike and helps you settle in, wrapping your arms around his body.

“Hang on,” he grins.

He takes off down the street to his place.

Once you make it to his house, Maverick helps you off the bike and into the house.

Maverick closes the door, and when he turns around, you pin him against the door.

“Woah, easy,” he smiles.

“Fuck you,” you say, rolling your eyes.

You lean in and kiss him, desperately.

Your hands wander his body, and after Maverick’s initial shock of you pinning him against the door, he starts feeling you too.

You bite his lower lip, and Maverick moans.

As his mouth opens ever so slightly, your tongue moves in, taking a swipe at his tongue.

He responds happily, moving his tongue together with yours.

You break the kiss momentarily to remove your shirt, and Maverick follows your lead, removing his shirt as well.

You smile at him and pull him towards you, leading him to the couch.

“Sit,” you say, gently pushing him down.

“Whatever you say,” he grins.

You place your legs on either side of Maverick, and lower yourself onto his lap.

“Baby,” he sighs, his hands wandering your torso.

You hum, content with how this is going.

You lean in, and start to kiss his jaw, then his neck, to his collarbone and down his chest and abdomen.

“Oh,” Maverick says breathlessly as you sink to your knees and start to undo his pants.

You don’t say anything, just glance up to meet his gaze as you pull his pants and boxers down, revealing his half-hard cock.

“Hm,” you hum, wrapping your hand around it.

Maverick stifles a moan.

“Oh, don’t hold back, baby,” you say, starting to stroke him.

Maverick nods, watching you intently.

You glance up to him again, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Just relax, I’ll take care of you.”

Maverick is now full sail, and you lean down and take him into your mouth.

Maverick groans loudly, throwing his head back against the couch.

You slowly bob your head, going lower and lower on his shaft with each movement.

“Oh, y/n,” he moans.

Hearing him moan your name like that sends everything to your center, pooling between your legs.

You start to pick up the pace, and Maverick’s hips involuntarily buck when you go lower on his shaft.

Incoherent mumblings come from Maverick, and you know he’s on the edge. You take his cock out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“Shit, y/n,” he says, reaching for you.

You just give him a smile as you pull your own pants and panties down, tossing them aside.

You briefly suck on your fingers before your hand goes down to your aching center. You can’t help the small moan that escapes you when your fingers start playing with your clit.

“Oh,” Maverick sighs. “I wanna fuck you.”

You smile, and move to straddle him once again.

You reach down between your legs to grab Maverick’s cock, lining it up to your core.

As you begin to sit on his cock, you throw your head back, moaning in pleasure as he fills you.

“Yes, fuck yes,” Maverick sighs, lightly thrusting up into you.

“You like that?” you ask, lightly scraping your nails across his shoulder.

He nods.

You continue your work bouncing on his cock, leaving Maverick a mumbling, moaning mess.

“Y/n, I’m gonna come,” he practically whines.

“Yeah? You gonna come in my tight pussy?” you whisper in his ear, giving it a nibble.

“S-shit, fuck yes,” Maverick stammers.

He thrusts into you a couple more times before he finds his release, throwing his head back against the couch.

“Mm,” you sigh, still rutting against him.

“Shit, y/n,” Maverick says shakily.

“It’s not fair if you only get to cum,” you breathe.

“You’re right.”

Maverick’s hand reaches down between the two of you, and his fingers rub on your clit.

You whimper at the sensation.

Maverick thrusts up against you as his fingers work at you.

“Shit, if you keep this up, I’m gonna come so fast,” you mutter.

Maverick gets a mischievous smile on his face and thrusts faster into you.

“Shit!”

You grip his shoulders as your legs tense, the pleasure rolling over your body.

“That’s it,” Maverick growls.

Maverick wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close as you come down from your high.

Your body goes slack against him.

He places gentle kisses on your body.

“Mav,” you pant, kissing his neck.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” he asks you.

“You are too.”

You move off Maverick’s lap and sit beside him on the couch, nuzzling into his side.

“I just fucked my best friend’s sister,” Maverick says, not really to anyone.

“I just fucked my brother’s best friend,” you reply.

Maverick pulls a blanket over the both of you, and you spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch.

[blushweddinggowns]

The first thing Steve could hear when he woke up was yelling. A lot of yelling. 

It was hard to even make out what they were saying through the collective noise, but he could at least recognize Eddie’s voice, “You little assholes said we were going to the hospital!”

“We will! Right after we finish the plan!”

Eddie was fuming, Steve could tell just from the tone of his voice. Though it usually took a lot to make him that angry. What the hell could have happened?

“I swear to God,” Eddie hissed, “When this is all over I am kicking all of your asses.”

Steve groaned, shifting his head. It hurt like a bitch, like someone had taken a bat to it. But the voices around him were getting clearer and clearer. 

"Shut the fuck up!” Eddie hissed out, venomous enough for it to actually work on most of them, “I think he's waking up. Baby, can you hear me?”

"Why do you keep calling him that?!" That was Mike, Steve was sure. 

"Why the fuck do you think?!"

As much as Steve loved the sound of Eddie’s voice, he’d really appreciate it if he toned it down a little. He opened his mouth to tell him just that, but all that came out was a pained whine. He felt cool hands go to his face, gentle as he murmured, “Sorry, Stevie. I’m here, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Steve slowly blinked his eyes open, cringing at how that just made his head pound worse. Eddie was hovering above him, petting his hair from his spot in his lap, looking like he was on the verge of tears, “Eddie?"

"Oh thank god,” Eddie said, voice cracking near the end, “Are you okay? How’s your head?"

“Hurts,” Steve whimpered, struggling to sit up. Eddie scrambled to help him, easily lifting him by his arms pits and into his lap. Steve let his head fall onto his shoulder, grimacing at the lights flashing by. His head was fucking pounding, hard enough to make spots cloud all over his vision. But then Eddie’s arms were around him, subtly rocking him back and forth, instantly comforting.  

But then Mike was yelling again, “Is he cheating on my sister?!”

Steve cringed at the noise, eyes still struggling to adjust to the difference in light. 

“Just give him a second,” Eddie seethed back, his hand rubbing up and down Steve’s back, “He probably has a concussion.”

Steve brought a hand up to his forehead, a futile attempt to rub the pain away before asking, "What’s happening?”

He was at least starting to be able to see again. He looked up at Eddie who was gnawing on his bottom lip. He looked weirdly guilty like he just knew he was about to be in for it. He coughed, “A lot of things are happening, but they can wait. How do you feel?”

He felt confused, despite his vision fully clearing. He was just about to say as much when he stopped, eyes drifting down to Eddie’s chest. Had his shirt always been that red? With a trembling hand Steve reached out to touch it, eyes widening when his fingers came back wet. It was blood. Eddie was bleeding. 

The sight of his boyfriend hurt was enough to snap him right out of his pained haze. He started trying to find where it was coming from, voice near hysterical when he asked, “Are you okay?” 

Eddie stopped his wandering hands, holding them in his own, voice soft, “Hey, hey, I’m fine. Don’t worry, it’s not mine.”

Okay. Okay, Eddie was fine. And Steve wasn’t dying so things could officially be worse. Steve could work with that. He needed to catch up with what the fuck was happening here. It was getting a little easier to think and to see. Steve looked around, vision still a bit blurry but clear enough for him to be confused. They were in a car, with the kids? But why were they in a car? Whose car was this? And if Eddie was in the backseat with him….then who the hell was driving? 

He leaned forward, struggling a little against Eddie’s hold before he caught a glimpse of who was in the driver’s seat. 

Steve’s mouth fell open, before what sounded suspiciously as a screech came out of his mouth, “Is Max driving?!” 

“Baby calm down! I was driving at her age, it’s fine!” Eddie said right as she mows down a freaking mailbox. 

That was not nearly as comforting as Eddie thought it was. Steve stared at him, incredulous when he asked,  “What the fuck happened!?”

“Billy almost killed you!” Dustin piped up, “And then Eddie came in and he like freaked out and it was awesome!”

“Yeah!” Lucas agreed, gestures wild as he tried to reenact his description, “It was crazy! He like sliced his face open and then he got him on the ground like had his arm on his neck and then knife in the other hand and-”

“And there was blood like everywhere,” Dustin went on, just as imaginative with his demonstration as Lucas, “And Billy started screaming and then Max stabbed him with the needle and we had to tackle Eddie off of him or I think he would have killed him-”

Eddie leaned over, quickly clamping a hand over Dustin’s mouth, eyes flitting between him and Steve, “I will do anything you want if you just stop talking.”

“So you won’t kick our asses after all of this?” Lucas asked, “And you’ll help us burn the tunnels?”

“I-okay,” Eddie took a deep breath before continuing, like he was really capable of an explanation that would suddenly make all this shit not insane, “Angel, I kind of lost the plot when I found you beaten into unconsciousness, alright? I was too worried about you to think straight.”

“So you almost killed someone, got swindled by kids to do this stupid fucking plan, all while letting a twelve-year-old drive?”

“I-yes,” Eddie admitted, at least having the good grace to look guilty, “That about sums it up.”

Jesus Christ. 

From the newest chapter of this fic!

[spindle-girl]

Daybreak 1.x

Villains? Villains!

“Nice view,” Moose said, from the backseat.

wait, are these not the villain group that attacked Fume Hood? i am shit at predicting things lol. maybe next arc villains

Behind Moose and the truck was the gravel road that led up the hill, the gate checkpoint, and a ways below that, the simple settlement where most visitors would be made to feel unwelcome.  One to two thousand people would be living there at most. “They built this place and situated it on the very edge of civilization,” Linc said, to round off his earlier thought.

hey, the far off towns are here. cool! i wonder if we'll hear about dragon-town

“The house.  That’s what I’m gettin’ at.  The guy was as nefarious as they get.  He renovated the insides.  He wanted to make a whole business of holdin’ people that needed holdin’.  For ransom.  Said he’d deal with ’em and clean up the mess if ransoms weren’t paid.  Wanted to be a contractor for disposin’ of people in horrible ways.”

what a nice dream job

“More expensive too,” Velvet said.  She was looking at the blackboard posted by the door, with prices.  “Twenty dollars for a chicken sandwich?”

lol

also, i'm vaguely familiar with prancer and the others. in that i know they show up in ward and that's it. they feel like early arc villains tho

...She hangs around somewhere, and this dust collects, and she can telekinetically control stuff, more dust there is on it.  It’s how she gets that fucking truck going again, when it refuses to move.  She makes us sit there for five minutes and then gives it another try, and it works, and she’ll fiddle with it later and get it tuned up just enough it starts going.”

sweet of her passenger to help her out there. gotta keep the truck for roadtrip adventures

I get restless. The mover thing.

why does this guy know about power classifications?

“As yin-yang soulmate...

i can't wait for the line

“Just the way things were.  Somewhere along the line, you know, I’m twenty-seven, she’s twenty-six, and I’m still boning boys and girls from high school.  Still partying.” Moose’s eyes had widened. “Legal, mind you,” Prancer said.  “But… sketchy, in retrospect.”

oooooohhhhhh. okay. i know this guy now

At his arrival, people across the room started applauding, from Ripcord to the people at the counter, to the white haired girl and the woman with the mask.  Even the kitchen staff.  The man in armor laughed, the sound mingling with the general applause.

this is honestly baffling. completely different vibe from BB

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interesting chapter. i'm guessing this alliance of the b-listers is going to serve as an early Breakthrough big fight. seems pretty comic-booky, the little guys coming together while the big wigs are doing background stuff and it gives the protag a moderate level group to go against

honestly i would have loved to see a chapter like this in worm. the closest we got was the somer's rock and that had a completly different purpose and vibe. it would have gone a long way to bringing up the unwritten rules and cops and robbers stuff. i'm glad ward can expand on it some more

[annoyingmusiccowboy]

Can I be anymore stupid?

Me and him are back together. I was nervous to tell you, idk why. Fuck. I didn’t feel animosity… until I heard a bang. All big ass shadow eclipsed the window. What happened to the sun??

Oh that’s him..

Oh..

He walks in and says hi to the floor and then says my name followed by I’m going to the bathroom and the room shakes with the 3 steps it took him to walk to the front door to the bathroom door. I didn't have enough time to create a false sincere hello. i was caught off guard and didn't say a thing.

Tense I sat at the far edge of the bed sad to be out of the light happy environment. Living my own personal hell trying to act like it didn't bother me.

I took everything in me not to bjork his ass.

We end up going to get burgers, get to the car and he walks straight to the passenger side. Are you really not going to let her sit in the front?! She says. Why the fuck would I sit in the back and I respond why not it’s a good time back there and he responds ok then there you go and I respond oh I meant for you and he just shakes his head opens the door in front of me and gets his big ass in. They start to fight as I get in the backseat. Apparently they were already fighting before he had even gotten there. He picked her up from the flyaway and they started fighting then. They were broken up…. Until two days ago when she broke no contact while she was away.

I could feel his bum ass childish petty anger radiating through the interior of the bmw. I knew if I let it affect me he would benefit so you bet your ass I was chirpy af chatting away happily with her and ignoring the fuck out of him. She was speaking to him thought the conversation and he wouldn’t respond. The line is long but it was in n out, actually tweaked to have this ride last longer that I ever wanted it too. She turns and says so this gon all be on our own separate tabs cause I only got 11 dollars. He pulls out his card and gives it to her. As he fucking should. He gestured his hand as a way to say he was paying for everything….. what your nappy raggedy rug mouth can’t open boy??

I had lost my appetite the minute they started fighting in front of me but I ordered anyways thinking I’d get it back once he left.

We get back to hers and before we get out of the car he tells her walk me to my car. ( IM FUMING) and she hands me the food and says I’ll meet you upstairs when we get out of the car.

30 mins later and one “are you okay?” Text later she comes up and asks me to leave. She takes her food out of the bag and leaves mine in there sliding the bag over to me.

Awesome friendship am I right?

[feral-girl-fall]

Whumpril 2024 Day 5, Prompt: Reckless

Summary: Dean's been nothing if not reckless since he's made his confession to Sam about hell, and Sam has had enough. The confrontation scene in Season 4, Episode 11, Family Remains, extended. Can be read as a companion piece to "Shame."

Pairing: None

Warnings: Angst, self-hatred, recklessness (obvi)

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The sound of a passing train wakes Sam, and he jolts back into awareness. He’s curled up in the backseat of the Impala, long limbs squished so he (sort of) fits. Every inch of his 6’4” frame aches, but Sam doesn’t complain. He knows that what Dean is going through is worse. Which is why he’s sitting in the front seat reading something, instead of even playing at the idea of sleep.

“What are you doing?” Sam asks, even though he already knows. Despite whatever late hour it must be, Dean is poring over materials with a flashlight. Dean answers that he’s looking for a job. Again. His brother tries to force enthusiasm into his tone, but it falls flat. Sam sits up, hoping Dean will turn and meet his eyes. But he doesn’t, because he never will these days.

“We just finished a job like two hours ago,” Sam reminds him. Dean makes some excuse about adrenaline and gives Sam three options for hunts. Three. Dean must have started his research the second the last body was salted and burned. Sam’s let it slide for a month, let Dean try to hunt his problems away. But ever since his confession about hell, Dean has been running. Sam’s heart aches for him, but he knows there’s nothing that he could say that will make it better. He doesn’t even know if Dean felt any relief from opening up about the experience, or if he regrets his choice and telling Sam only worsened the shame spiral.

So he’s had enough, and he calls Dean on it, trying to tell him he’s exhausted and running on fumes. Because Sam is scared.

“And what am I running from? Dean asks, exasperated. Finally, he turns and looks at Sam, a challenge in his eyes.

“From what you told me,” Sam replies softly. “Or are we pretending that never happened?”

The look on Dean’s face falters for just a moment before he turns away and is launching into details about one of the hunts. Avoidance and distraction, the Winchester way.

“Dean,” Sam tries again, but his brother ignores him and keeps talking about this goddamned hunt like it’s all that matters. “Dean!”

Dean stops talking, but doesn’t look at him.

“We haven’t even booked a motel in days because we’re surviving on catching catnaps between gigs. You turn the music up to the max on drives so you don’t even chance me bringing it up. You’re barely eating,” Sam accuses, ticking off the points on his fingers.

“What, like I deserve to?” Dean snaps. He turns around, eyes flashing, before he realizes what he’s said.

“You don’t deserve to get yourself killed,” Sam replies, almost a whisper.

“Yeah, whatever,” Dean scoffs, starting to turn back to his materials. Sam reaches out then, hesitantly, before laying a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“Dean, you don’t deserve any of this. You didn’t deserve to go to hell, and you didn’t deserve to be tortured until you broke. You don’t deserve to run yourself into the ground until you get your ass killed on a hunt. And if you don’t believe that, believe that I don’t deserve to have to watch my brother fucking die. Again.” Sam tries to keep his tone even, but his intensity rises like a fire catching. And he didn’t mean to make this about him, but it’s the only thing that seems to make Dean flinch.

“I’m not going to die, Sam.” Dean tries to brush him off after a moment of tense silence. “Now let’s go.”

“Is this what Dad would have wanted?” Sam blurts out, and the world grinds to a halt. And yet, Sam can’t bring himself to regret his words.

“What?” Dean asks, tone low and dangerous, and Sam faintly wonders if he’s about to hit him. If it would make him feel any better if he did.

“Dad spent our entire lives teaching us how to hunt smart. And you spent your entire life following his orders. So what the hell is this? You think this is what he made his deal for?”

Silence. Utter silence, and Sam knows he’s gone too far.

“You think this is what I made my deal for?” Dean asks eventually. He tries, and fails, to keep his tone even. “So you could turn your back on me when it gets too intense?”

It’s like he’s been slapped, but Sam doesn’t back down. “No. I think you made your deal because you couldn’t stand by and watch me get killed. And what are you doing to me, Dean? How is that fair?”

“Life isn’t fair, Sam!” Dean’s yelling now, and smacks his hand on the steering wheel in anger.

“No, it’s not. And neither is hell, and neither is what happened to you. But I can’t watch you burn yourself out in what you think is a blaze of glory because you’ll fight for anyone else’s life but your own.”

“Yeah, okay, chick flick moment over,” Dean dismisses him, already moving to turn the key and send them off to a more earthly hell than the one Dean’s running from.

“No, it’s not,” Sam pushes. “We’re taking tonight to rest, and we can hunt tomorrow. If you won’t do it for yourself, Dean, do it for me.”

“My entire life has been doing it for you,” Dean whispers, no bite to it.

“And the rest of my life is going to be telling you you’re not a monster until I’m blue in the face. I didn’t believe it when you told me, and you’re not believing it when I tell you, but we say it anyway. Because we’re more certain of that than anything else in the world.” Sam meets Dean’s eyes, seeing the desperation there and holding steady. “We’re brothers. It’s what we do.”

A beat of silence. Two. Three. Dean turns the key and shifts the Impala into gear. Turning away once more, he takes his map and tosses it over his shoulder at Sam. “Find a motel.”

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Forgetful Fuckin’ Drunk

kiribaku / f.reader

genre: a trio of fools in love, prohero/aged-up au, fluff

warning(s): an itty-bitty-bit of insecurity on baku's side if you squint. drinking, bakugou tries to be intimidating but he's just drunk, bakugou also cries a lil uhoh, denki kaminari is stirring the pot an empty pot, but a pot, mina and deku with die with kiribaku/y/n, metnions/hints at tododeku & kamijirou

w.count: 4k

synopsis: during joint efforts of hero work, a portion of the former hero class-a find themselves together again. so what do they do? go out drinking of course.

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Katsuki sat cross-armed and annoyed in the passenger seat of his boyfriend’s car. The radio was on, but was so quiet it was barely heard over the sound of the car itself as it was driven down the street. Stopped briefly at a spotlight, the red signal lit up the interior and bathed Katsuki in the color of his current emotion.

Eijirou cleared his throat as he tapped on the wheel, waiting for the red to turn green. Katsuki must’ve felt the redhead’s brain telling him to speak up because the moment his chin dropped and his mouth opened, the blonde was first to fire.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything yet!” Eijirou whined. Katsuki tutted and looked out his window as you popped your head up between the two front seats.

“Is he still pouting?” You ask, hunched forward as your elbows rested together on the center console, squishing your upper body in the thin gap. Katsuki quickly turned to his head towards you with furrowed brows ready to argue.

“I’m not pouting!”

“Okay, whining.”

“Fuck you! I don’t whine!”

“Ei?” You ignored your blonde boyfriend’s fuming and turned to your box-dyed one instead.

“Definitely whining.”

You erupt into laughter as Katsuki explodes in animated defense of himself. He was clearly not pouting and most certainly not whining. He’s never whined a day in his life! The light finally changes and Eijirou is quick to comply with traffic laws and begins driving again.

“Babe, sit back in your seat please,” the sharp toothed sweetheart advises.

“And put your fuckin’ seatbelt on,” Katsuki huffed in addition as he finally calms down and sits back in his own seat, glaring through the windshield while he recrosses his arms across his chest.

You slide back into the backseat properly and pull your seatbelt across your front as you turn your sights to outside the car window. The sun had set not too long ago as the night was young and the city lights whipped by in small flares.

The car fell silent again as both men took turns glancing at you in the rearview mirror. You suddenly piped up again- a thought coming to your mind.

“Oh yeah; hey Ei-”

“Sit back stupid!” Katsuki hissed as you leaned forwards again and spoke over his hissing to address Eijirou from behind his headrest.

“-Kaminari texted you the bar location earlier right?”

“Yesss,” he drew out, a smile on his lips as he made a turn that made you tilt in your seat before you straightened back out.

“Which bar are we meeting at anyways?”

“Why?” He lightly asked. “Afraid that you’ll fall asleep back there if it’s too far?” He teased me. Long car rides always made you sleepy, even if you got inside the car wide awake. Too long inside and you were fighting a nap. You missed the smirk that pulled on Katsuki’s face due to your own fluster at Eijirou’s teasing. If he weren’t driving right now, you would’ve whacked his head bit.

With a pout, you slumped back in your seat again and crossed both your arms and legs. Katsuki watched you in the rearview and chuckled.

“Now who’s pouting?”

Your pursed lips didn’t last long as Eijirou took another turn and slowly maneuvered into a small parking lot in front of a little pub. In front of the neon lit establishment was the small group of friends that you had made plans with prior that day. You soon became giddy like a child at an ice cream parlor- but you hadn’t hung out or seen some of them in so long due to work and distance, so- could you really be blamed?

As Eijirou parked and you and Katsuki worked on unbuckling your seatbelts, you caught their attention before you all left the car.

“Ah- hey! Wait a sec guys.” They both turned to look at you through the gap between the seats. You quickly leaned forward and kissed both of their cheeks quickly. “You two go ahead and drink tonight. I'll stay sober and get us all back to our homes when the party’s over.”

“Wait, but what-” before they could argue or try and debate against your decision about you needing to drink and enjoy yourself tonight like everyone else, you had hopped out of the car. You ran towards the group, Mina catching you in her sights first as she trapped you in her arms when you were within reach. She hugged you like you had been gone for a thousand years but you didn’t mind. She gave really, really good hugs.

Your two men were slower in their approach. Katsuki’s hands were shoved into his joggers that he was insistent on wearing out instead of a nice pair of jeans because he didn’t want to be here in the first place. The ever-friendly Eijirou waved at everyone as he got closer with Katsuki beside him. Breaking away from Mina, Eijirou’s hand went to your back, rubbing it softly out of pure habit.

Out of your two boyfriends’, Eijirou was much more open with touching in public than Katsuki. On a good day, Katsuki may sling his arm around your shoulders walking down the street, but one glance at him right now and it was obvious he still wasn’t exactly thrilled to be here so there was no chance of anything affectionate in your public future.

Your little drinking group was small with only Kaminari, Sero, Mina, Eijirou, Katsuki and yourself. Though, you did overhear from Sero that Izuku and Todoroki would be stopping by later to join the rest of the group after their patrol shifts have ended. You hope the guys would be sober enough to greet them properly by the time they get here.

The group of you strolled inside and migrated to a space in an open corner. Pushing two tables together and leaving two open chairs for the two stranglers on their way later on.

You were happy that a round of light beers and even small glasses of water with random appetizers were ordered to the table before anyone began to actually drink to get drunk tonight. It made you feel a little less wary when your friends would all start getting buzzed and then subsequently smashed. The food and water would help them in the long run.

It was about an hour into the fun when Todoroki and Izuku arrived and greeted everyone, taking their respective reserved seats. Watching the two order as you sipped on your soda, you were shocked to see Izuku ordering a beer and Todoroki settling with a lightly iced tea. You reached over and tapped the bi-color haired man’s shoulder.

“How long did it take you to convince Izuku to let you DD tonight?” You joke as he chuckles to himself.

“Longer than necessary. Took nearly the entire ride here.” His eyes found Kaminari gulping down a mug filled with beer and tilted his head questioningly. “Jirou didn’t come?” You understood his confusion. It wasn’t often the walking charger went out drinking without his girlfriend, much less for her to pass up the chance to be with friends. You shook your head at his question.

“She told us she was too swamped with work tonight, so she took a pass. Guess she’s got a lot of paperwork on her plate right now."

He nodded. “You’re not drinking either?”

“Nope.” You took a drink, feeling the carbonation bubbling in your mouth before you swallowed the gulp of bubbles. “I wanted the guys to have fun tonight. Ei doesn’t get to drink all that often because he DD’s for Katsuki and I all the time. So, I decided I’d take a turn.”

“How generous of you.”

“Thank you,” you lit up as you took another drink of your nonalcoholic drink. In truth, you sort of wished you could drink, but you were firm in your decision. It was one of the few chances the guys could relax, so you didn’t mind in the grand scheme. If you really wanted to drink, you’d just do so when you got back to your place and you had nowhere else to go for the night.

Part of you wondered if you should just stay at Katsuki and Eijirou’s place tonight to keep an eye on them. They had been living together for just over a year now, but you were hesitant to move in since you didn’t make quite as much money as they did. Living with them was something you wanted to do when you were more financially stable so you didn’t feel like a leech. Although, Katsuki was convinced that if he asked and bugged you enough about it, he’d wear you down and you’d just move right on in.

He keeps thinking wrong. Though, his near constant attempts to get you to move in were flattering in their own way.

Glancing over, you saw that Eijirou looked to be nursing on his alcohol of choice for the evening, sipping it and taking his time. Probably so that when the time comes to go home he would probably feel buzzed, but he’d still be able to take care of Katsuki who is no doubt going to be hammered come night’s end; his alcohol tolerance wasn’t exactly impressive. The blond's cheeks were already tinted the slightest shade of pink and he had only drank a little so far.

The night, as it always does, dwelled onwards as the small group all drank and eventually the sobriety fizzled out into a buzz that soon bubbled into drunk and further. Mina was always a loud drunk, wanting to do tricks and talk about everything and anything with the filter on her mouth absolutely gone. Sero, just a bit tipsy, watched in amusement as she was currently latched onto Izuku, trying to pry out information about his relationship with Todoroki and how they were doing- among other things.

You laughed at them as Kirishima egged her on in good fun that made the green haired man’s cheeks warm in tandem with the alcohol in his system that flushed his freckled skin. Todoroki just sat idly, sipping peacefully on his tea as his partner got questioned mercilessly. He hid a smile behind the rim of his glass when Izuku called on him for help.

While the attention was elsewhere, Kaminari took his chance to play a little drunk prank on the slouched over Katsuki who was six drinks in and already sloshed. His head down on the table to block the bar lights, that despite being dim, he claimed to be brighter than the fuckin' sun. Though, even when he was sober, Kaminari liked pranking and meddling too much for his own good. But drunk Katsuki was too good a target to pass up.

You had just left the table since nature was screaming insistently at you to relief the pain in your lower gut. Mina had offered to go with you, but you were afraid she'd start climbing the bathroom stalls in fits of random, off-key karaoke if she did tag along. So you politely declined her offer and went on your own.

“Hey, hey, Kacchan,” the sparky blond whispered as he lowered his head to the explosive blond with his hand cupped around his mouth towards his ear. Katsuki groaned, a small signal that his attention was snagged- at least momentarily. “Want to know a super secret?” Kaminari, even drunk, knew that Katsuki under the influence had no filter, the shittiest memory ever, and the emotional bandwidth of soggy bread.

“What do you want, fuck head,” he groaned, turning his head to rest his cheek on his arm that rested on the tabletop as he squinted at the bar lights.

“I heard that Kirishima is dating y/n.”

On a typical day, Katsuki would have looked at Kaminari like he was completely braindead, followed by a ‘no shit’ comment considering that it was old news to literally everyone. But today was not a typical night with Katsuki’s drunken mind moving like a clogged rain drain.

Immediately he sat up and slammed the sides of his fists on the table. A screeching “what?!” tearing from his throat as he whipped his head around. His blurred vision searched for the spiky head of red hair and before long he found it literally sat next to him. He narrowed his eyes, squinting at Eijirou before his hand shot out and snagged a fist full of his t-shirt collar.

Eijirou was yanked down to the slouched level of Katsuki’s red flushed face and his teeth-bared frown. Eijirou though that if his brows furrowed any further his eyes would disappear under their shadows.

Eijirou was shocked of course when he was yanked to Katsuki’s level and even more shocked to see his boyfriend fuming. He was so angry that his eyes even seemed glossy for more reasons than just his alcohol consumption.

“Kats-”

“That’s not fuckin’ fair shitty hair!” There was a beat of silence between the two and a hiccup here and there before Eijirou broke it with a simple-

“Huh?” Just a quick little sound, but it irked Katsuk’s drunk brain.

“Oh, don’t try to hide it! Dunce face told me allll about it!” He lazily pointed back to Kaminari looking anywhere but the two, cheeks blazing with beer-blood. “So, you think you can just date y/n without telling me huh?!”

“W-wait a second,” Eijirou said, trying to deescalate the situation.

“No! It’s not fair! I’ve known her longer than you- she went to the same middle school as me!”

“Yes, I know that, but Kats-”

“Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean you can just- just- just waltz in here and take her from me!” He shook the red head by his collar a few times. “In fact, it’s super unfair because you live with me! ME! You’re mine goddammit,” he hiccupped his curse as his voice broke.

From going to claiming Eijirou stole you to claiming Eijirou was his, Kaminari wheezed as he banged his fist on the table. Eijirou shot him a glare. Katsuki didn't like when he looked away.

“Hey!”

“Y-yes!” His attention was back on his boyfriend thanks to his barking.

“You’re listening to me! Don’t look at dunce face, I’m talking to you!”

“Yes. Yes you are, Katsuki. But just let me-”

“Y/n is waaaay too good for you!” He hiccupped once more, adding in a low “too good for me too,” in a lowered voice. He sniffled a few times as Eijirou began to panic. Oh god, his boyfriend was about to cry- what the fuck does he do now?!

“Uh,” your voiced returned to the table from behind Eijirou’s back and Katsuki’s head shot up at your voice. “Is everything okay?” The blond immediately let go of Eijirou and shot up from his chair, stumbling over Eijirou’s in pursuit of you. He threw his arms over you, slumping into you as you scrambled to both keep him upright and keep yourself from tumbling back due to his weight and unpresidented charge. You grabbed his waist, holding him tightly so he didn’t slip off where he rested on your shoulder.

“I’m a fuckin’ better boyfriend than box-dye and bandanas,” he whined as you just blinked. Kaminari’s laughter that barked out like a fox added in with Sero immediately tapping it shut, his elbow raised towards the man gave you enough hints that whatever was happening was his fault.

“Katsuki, listen to me,” Eijirou stood up and whined into his boyfriend’s ear. He was only met with weak, drunken flicks of the wrist in a weak shooing motion. He teetered and Eijirou was quick to grab his hips, holding him up against you. He started to soothe his thumbs against his boyfriend’s sides through his shirt and you thought you felt the blond nearly purr into your neck where he still stayed hidden.

“What’s happened baby, hmm? Tell me,” you coo and Katsuki started playing with your shirt’s hem, sniffling every now and then. Thankfully the bar was still pretty bustling and busy so having Katsuki hang off you with Eijirou rubbing his hips to calm him down wasn’t exactly something that stood out among the other patrons.

“Why are you dating Eijirou and not me?” He whined. Your heart squeezed as you looked at Eijirou for a little bit more info.

“I think Kaminari told him we were dating and purposely left Kats, out.”

“Ohh,” you cooed again as you pushed your cheek against the top of Katsuki's head. By now, Mina had damn near leapt over the table and was tossing around the bright blond who caused this mess by his shoulders. You watched with small laughter as she drunkenly got onto him for causing a problem with the poly relationship she’s been admiring and supporting since high school come hell or high water- and if something happened to it because of his prank that he’s a deadman walking.

You almost felt bad for him being jerked around like that by a very drunk pink-skinned, over hyperactive high school friend because of a prank, but that sliver of pity was basically squashed with each sniffle or hiccup into your neck by the affected party of said prank.

“Katsuki, did Kaminari tell you that we weren’t dating?” He just nodded, even though Kaminari most definitely didn’t not say that he wasn’t included, just purposely left him out. “Well, want to know a secret?”

“No, the last secret hurt my feelings,” he pouted. Eijirou rubbed his back soothingly, trying to coax him into a better mood. A moment later he was huffing, giving in. “Okay fine, what’s the secret.”

“While it is true that Eijirou and I are dating,” Katsuki whined as he pushed his cheek into your shoulder hiding his face further from sight. The action made you chuckle at him since was acting like a spoiled child. “We’re both also dating you.” He tensed up, shooting his head back up to look straight at you.

“Seriously?!” You curled your lips inwards holding back laughter at the drunken stars in his eyes at the groundbreaking discovery. You nodded as he looked over his shoulder to Eijirou who was just smiling at him, still rubbing his back. “So, boyfriend?” He pointed at the redhead.

“Yup.”

“And girlfriend?” He pointed back to you.

“Absolutely.”

He took a pause for a moment before he pushed his pointer finger against his sternum. “Both mine?” He let his head fall back into your shoulder as he grabbed for Eijirou’s shirt, tugging him closer to the both of you. You felt his body shake with fits of giggles you just barely heard over the bar ambiance. You don't bring up the fact that your shoulder is damp again, no doubt brought to drunken tears from the truth Kaminari held back from him. “I fuckin’ won.”

After calming Katsuki down, you looked to see Izuku in a fit of tears with Todoroki trying to console him.

“Oh my god, Izuku! What happened?!” You cried, but you were unable to turn fully to the pair as Katsuki still held you firmly in place against him.

Todoroki looked up at you with a lopsided grin. “Watching everything made him emotional. He thought you were going to break up with Bakugou and got upset.”

“Aww,” Eijirou cooed. “I didn’t know Midoriya cared so much!”

Todoroki just nodded. “Yeah. He’s really supportive of you guys, so seeing the whole thing made him think it was all falling apart. He’ll be fine.” You just shook your head as you brought your hand up to Katsuki’s head and your other to Eijirou’s cheek.

“Guys, let’s wrap it up for tonight and head home.”

Katsuki wordlessly nodded against you as Eijirou agreed, putting one small kiss to Katsuki’s hand that he removed from his shirt to grab your things. With a round of quick goodbyes, and a message to Mina to be easy on Kaminari, the three of you were walking out. Or rather, Eijirou and you were escorting a stumbling and clumsy Katsuki out.

Placing him into the back, Katsuki almost immediately rolled onto the cushion and fell asleep. You hoped he’d be able to wake up enough when you got him home to drink some water so his headache you knew he’d have in the morning won’t be so aggressive.

You slid into the driver's seat and adjusted the height and proximity of the seat to the dash and wheel, since Eijirou happens to be a giant who needs the seat practically on the car floor. The redhead plopped himself into the passenger and buckled up as you adjusted your mirrors and soon brought the engine to life.

The ride home was uneventful and quick. The late night had thinned traffic considerably and Ejiirou kept a quiet conversation so as to not accidentally wake up Katsuki in the back, though you didn’t think sound would really stir him at the moment. He was a pretty heavy sleeper when drunk.

Getting the blond out of the car and inside the house was harder than getting him in the car since when he was shook awake, he was only really moving about as much as a caterpillar- in small inches. He was drowsy and dizzy and tired, and you knew that. You were just content on getting him into bed.

When you did, you and Eijirou stepped into the kitchen for a moment to talk. You were ready to tell him goodnight and to instruct him to watch over Katsuki while you headed home, when he stopped your retreat to the door.

“You could just stay over tonight.”

“Ei,” you sigh. You knew you could, but it was late, Katsuki was passed out drunk in bed already and Eijirou looked pretty tired himself. You just wanted to let them both rest for the remainder of the night. He pursed his lips, grabbing your hands and swinging him lazily around.

“Please? Kats would love to wake up to you in the morning, especially after his little fit.”

Curse him and his puppy dog eyes.

You were quick to cave and were soon crawling into bed with him and joining your other boyfriend, changed into one of his shirts for nighttime comfort. Taking positions on opposite sides of Katsuki since he was smack dab in the middle of the bed, you hooked your leg over one of his and placed your hand on his stomach. Eijirous was quick to join, covering your hand ontop Katsuki.

“Goodnight baby,” Eijirou purred in victory as you rolled your eyes, but still smiled.

“G’night, Eijirou.”

The next morning Katsuki woke first and the moment his eyes blinked open, he hissed and clamped them shut again. His head pounded and he brought one of his hands to his forehead, his forefinger and thumb rubbing against his temples.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “I’m never drinking again,” he whined in a fit of pain- obviously that was a lie and he knew it. Pushing himself to sit up, he felt a weight on his stomach and across his waist. Dropping his hand, he saw both your and Eijirou’s arms over his middle. You sleeping on your side while Eijirou had rolled onto his stomach during the night. He felt your leg tangled up with his as Eijirou was face first into his pillow with his feet peeking out from under the blankets.

He didn’t remember a goddamn thing after he started drinking last night, but his face felt stiff for some reason and his nose was a little stuffy. He rubbed the back of his head and cursed.

“Fuck this,” he groaned again, flopped back down onto the mattress. Whatever happened, he’d ask about it later. All he knew, was right now both of his partners were sleeping next to him, so he was going the fuck back to sleep too.

Later on, when he did ask what happened the night before, he wished he had just stayed ignorant.

-x-x-x-

a/n: no but this was sorta refreshing to write?? like it was just a good time lol. lowkey tho, if kiri was the one getting hammered, he's 100% just a sleepy drunk, so good luck dragging around a giant boulder bc he's not gonna be walking lol

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Roadblocks Don’t Suck

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, car sex (quick & rough, light choking, Jax’s leather gloves (they’re a whole kink)) Word Count: ~1.4k Emoji Prompt: 🔥☕️🚧 (key words are in bold)

Jax Teller is a lot of things. Pussy-whipped isn’t one of them, but somehow when you ask for things he gives in to a ton of them. On some level in his alpha male soul that sort of stings.

He’s in the driver’s seat grumpy and grumbling like a five-year-old. You’re really in the driver’s seat with all the power that you hold, over the prince of Charming, destined to be king.

He lights a cigarette. The little flame matches his mood flickering sharply with resentment and regret, that he had caved to what you said.

“How’s your goddamn coffee,” he snaps, bitter and full of sass. Gruffly, to hide the fact that you can turn him into such a goddamn softie.

“It’s fucking lovely,” you proclaim, taking another sip and gloating without shame. This morning you’d asked Jax to drive your car to where the two of you are headed, rather than taking his Harley as he typically prefers instead. You wanted to sit comfortably with your coffee and finish up the book you’ve almost fully read.

He doesn’t know yet you were also hoping you could give him road head.

“Fuck!” Jax suddenly rasps as he steps on the brake just when you reach the end of your book, causing you to look up out the windshield in shock. It’s just a bit of bad traffic but your man sounds as furious as if your car was hit by a damn truck. “Ugh, there’s a fucking roadblock. This shit fucking sucks.”

Jax really just can’t deal with traffic at a standstill. He is seething, heavy breathing, living proof that looks can kill.

Glimpse flashing lights and obstacles with slanted black and yellow stripes to mark construction that’s in progress up ahead. Prince Fuming grits his bright white teeth around his cigarette like he wants someone dead. Possibly you. “See, bitch if we were on my bike I could’ve just driven right through…”

“Would you just stop? Here, I’ll give you a handjob,” you decide, casting your finished paperback off to the side. Sometimes���a lot of times—you’d rather make Jax Teller cum than hear him talk. “Shut up, just sit back and enjoy your smoke and let me stroke your cock.”

“What are we, fifteen-year-old kids? You’ll grab my dick and let me grope your tits?” he laughs, as you reach in his jeans to grip and squeeze his massive shaft. “Get down and suck.”

You take your hands out of his pants and cross your arms over your chest tightly, to tell him no such luck. “Maybe I would have if you’d asked nicely, you bossy little fuck.”

“You love it when I’m bossy.” Jax is well aware that his dominance gets you wet and juicy. “Know it hits you in your kinky little pussy.”

“You don’t know shit about my kinks,” you lie.

“You think?” he challenges with a dark glimmer in his eye. The heat of hell behind his smile. Glances out the window at the standstill traffic and decides to put the car in park so he can make this goddamn ride worthwhile.

Asking nicely isn’t really Jax’s style.

You can act like you don’t want it but there’s no point in denial. Every goddamn thing about him drives you wild.

When he wants something he takes it—bends your will to fight him off and fucking breaks it—snaps a finger and you’re naked—he makes sure you want it wholeheartedly too—but that shit’s never hard to do.

He always has you spouting off a senseless stream of oh God Jesus Christ Jax yes fuck yes in two seconds or less. Knows he’s your ever-living weakness. Face you see when you scream Jesus. Knows you’re his to play with any way he pleases. Knows just what buttons to press, to get his girl to be a wet whimpering mess.

Has you spread out on the backseat, shaking in heat, as he strips off your summer dress. Stays fully clothed because he knows it’s fucking torture when he doesn’t let you cleave against the smooth skin of his chest. Settle for clutching at the leather of his vest. The leather Jax Teller wears best.

Or is it…? Though you’ve never mentioned this before, Jax saw the sparkle in those pretty eyes of yours, when you watched his hands on the steering wheel clad in his leather gloves and thought that shit’s fucking exquisite.

To be honest it’s ridiculous that he’d wear leather gloves to drive a car. Today’s ride isn’t even far. You know it’s just so he can feel more like he’s riding on his Harley and it’s dumb as fuck but you don’t care about that given what a slut you are. Jax in the leather of his kutte is hot enough—but these damn gloves… they have you seeing fucking stars…

You’d wanted him to push your head deep in his lap while you bent down to suck him off. Feeling the smooth warmth of the leather in your hair and on your cheeks as you devoured his enormous cock and showered it with love.

He’d like that very fucking much, without a doubt, but in this moment he would rather see your gorgeous glowing face than have it buried in his crotch. More in the mood to fuck your pussy than your mouth. He wants to watch, the way your inner slut is spinning out—surrenders to his touch… the way your features melt, descending into ecstasy past anything you’ve ever fucking felt… as he traces his thumb across your bottom lip with one hand while the other frames your hips—taking you in his leather grip—tight as a belt, sharp as a whip.

And it’s insane the way it makes your pussy drip. Your brain is on a fucking trip. Can leather get you fucking pregnant? On the road the traffic’s still completely stagnant, but your man will have to get back in the driver’s seat again soon once the cars begin to move. There’s not a lot of time to get into the groove. No time for fun and games and foreplay—just a frantic feral fuck here on the freeway—love and lust one and the same to make and take when you two have nothing to prove.

Outside of sex, you know that it’s your job as Jax Teller’s old lady to continually kick his ego down a couple pegs. But it’s a different fucking story when he’s hovering above you and all set to shove his meat into the aching soaking heat between your legs.

A piece of prey for him to eat. To read your body as it breaks and burns and begs. Jax is the undisputed king when he has you spread in his bed or the backseat. And as his leather-clad hand wraps around your throat you gasp at how it feels so sweet because you know what’s coming next…

He applies just the perfect pressure and oh fuck you’ve never felt such perfect pleasure.

You can feel his power pouring through the leather. You can feel it pounding through your blood, as he plows deep inside your pulsing cunt, that fucking instant, with a savage fucking grunt, rock hard as he drives home and hits a flood, ‘cause you’ve never been wetter. You’re his fucking slut. Forever.

Two or three bucks of his hips—he sucks the prayer of his name off of your lips—tightens that leather fucking grip—your grip on consciousness begins to fucking slip…

Just came undone, though this had only just begun. He spills inside you that same second and you’re both sprawled on the seat sex-dumb and drunk.

Two seconds later all the cars outside decide to fucking honk.

He really doesn’t give a fuck. You’re both so bulldozed by the love you made you probably wouldn’t notice if this steamy little car of yours got totaled by a truck. Honk all they want for all you care—the two of you are far beyond the world out there—you’re stuck in heaven with no plans to come unstuck.

Maybe try fucking one more time to piss off everyone outside and push your luck.

Jax reads your mind because it’s his. Leather glove soft around your throat now as he smiles through a cigarette-and-coffee-flavored kiss. “Maybe roadblocks don’t suck.”

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MHA Characters reacting to you forgetting something at the store

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Bakugou

-he’s so fun to write because he’s almost always pissed at everything so i’m guessing you can already sense the energy he has when you say you forgot something

- i’m sure you don’t even have to tell him he can just feel it

Your hands were sweaty as your grip tightned and loosened on your jeans. Hands moving up and down grabbing them in fistfuls. Your teeth grazing against the inside of your mouth as you chewed at it.

Heart racing , head growing hot as you took in a shaky breath.

“ babe yo— “

‘ oh shit he knows ‘

you heard the deep grunt that shook you even more in your seat causing you to shake in fear “ y/n “

“ h-huh “

“ what the fuck did you forget this time “

you smiled softly lips jerking up into a ridged smile instead of a soft one

“ forget ? I don’t — babe I didn’t forget anything “

“ don’t fuck with me y/n “

his voice was harsh “ what did you forget “

you looked to the car mat as you let your words out softly “ d-dinner “

his jaw dropped open as he sat in shock repeating after you

“ d-dinner “ it took him a minute to register what you just said still not registering as you bit at your lip

“ y/n please answer me carefully when I say these next few words “ his grip on the steering wheel tightned

“ you forgot dinner “

“ yes “

“ we went to the store for groceries “

“ yes “

“ for dinner “

“ no “

“ for dinner “ he said louder not wanting to hear your lie again

“ yes “

“ ok so why did you not get dinner “

“ b-because I — I forgot I went In and I didn’t get anything that I said I was going to I got side tracked i’m sorry i’m sorry “

he shook his head in understanding calming down “ yeah — yeah gotcha “

he moved his hands to play a drumbeat on the steering wheel “ no dinner —- got it babe — theres snacks in my backseat but no din din got it “

his voice soared as he just got even more pissed when thinking about what just happened

“ then why the fuck did you let me drive all the way home y/n ? “

he moved to point at his dashboard “ gas baby gas cost money “

he was fuming “ money that I don’t feel like spending on gas — who the fuck wants to drop 40 on gas that won’t even last “

you moved to look out the window “ ok well you don’t have to be sucha meanie about it “

“ BABE YOU FORGOT DINNER “

“ well some people forget more meaningful things “

“ DINNER IS NOT MEANINGFUL TO YOU “ his eyes were wide open as he stared at you in pure shock

you sighed as you tapped your foot on the floor

“ I think some people are just extremely dramatic — we can just go back we have enough gas right now “

“ and you don’t even care “ he let out a small scoff

“ I am in pure amazement that your sitting here — even while i’m driving back to the store—without a care in the world that you were so afraid to speak that you were gonna let us starve until you felt like saying something “

“ hey — at least I said something before you got out of the car “

“ give me the card “

“ what but kats “

“ no your shopping privileges are revoked “

you pouted as you opened your wallet pulling out your family card before placing it in his hand looking up at him “ kats can you get “

“ no “

“ but “

“ i’m sticking to the list “

“ but I just want some ice cream “

he looked at you like you’d just commited a federal crime as his eyes slanted at you

“ as much shit as you brought out the store i’ll be damned if I buy you ice cream “

he moved to open the car door reaching over the driver seat to point at a bag that was open and falling over “ you forgot dinner but bought fucking raisins babe ? how does that make sense? “

“ they looked lonely on the shelf — and I had a sudden craving “

you watched as he rolled down the windows a little before slamming the car door mumbling to himself that he was the new grocery shopper and why did he even allow you to go on your own just for you to spend his money on nonsense — his hard earned money

he cursed you as your voice came out loud through the window crack

“ ICE CREAM BABE — ice crea— “

“ i’m not getting you fucking ice cream you shitty shopper “

you slumped back in your seat crossing your arms as everyone stared at the interaction happening in front of them.

You ignoring them and playing on your phone

you were used to the stares

people didn’t understand how you and your boyfriends relationship worked if you two just went back and forth all the time

they didn’t understand your love that was wrapped up in every disagreement

A case and point of that is when you watched your husband walk back to the car.

His hands full of bags showing off the fact that he didn’t need a cart as he shoved everything in the backseat switching between that and the trunk until he got in the car a small bag tucked into his lap as he sat down

Putting on his seatbelt throwing a bag that slapped you across your face and fell into your own lap

“ eat it and fucking enjoy because “ you watched as he reversed the car head turned back and arm behind the head of your seat

His eyes occasionally sweeping over you

“ it’s salad for the next few weeks since I had to go in the store — I got what I like and your gonna fucking enjoy it “

“ but kats I don’t want salad I wanted pasta I went to the store to get pasta “

his eyes fell on yours as he finally turned back around to put the car in drive voice low as he moved his hand to sit on your thigh squeezing it as he waited for traffic to pass “ or just starve fuck if I care “

You sighed out as you grabbed the spoon that was attached to the packaged icecream his eyes watching you with interest as you smiled brightly after your first spoonful.

He sighed out in happiness as he shook his head

“ god — even after you wasted my gas, made me go In the store and interact with assholes, and even fucking forgot my dinner “

he laughed as he thought about his next words “ I don’t — I don’t love you any less instead I love you more “

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If You Can Hold On Part 3

Part one and two

Pairing: Poly!AsaDaiSuga x gender neutral!reader Or is it?

Notes: PAIN

Warnings: Swearing, arguments, stranger hitting on the reader but they’re chill w/ it

You sniffed as you stirred, pulling the soft fabric underneath your cheek further into you. It smelt like sandalwood with a hint of coffee and it reminded you of how Daichi’s hugs smelt. In fact it was almost exactly the same. The pillow was strangely firm too, almost too firm. Regardless, you snuggled further. 

“Still sleepy huh?” 

Shit.

You shot up, pulling the covers off with you. Daichi shivered in the cold air as his now naked upper torso was exposed to the morning. Looking over, you saw Suga tucked in next to where you had been and Asahi on the other side of Daichi, said man tucked under his arm. It wasn’t odd for Daichi to sleep shirtless, the man ran hot at night, but you couldn’t help the hot flush that took over your face. Asahi smiled softly at you, looking over his reading glasses at your ruffled form. 

“We were gonna get up and grab some breakfast from the diner we passed” he hummed, morning voice sending shivers up your figure. 

“Once we wake sleeping beauty up that is” 

You smiled at Daichi’s comment. At least you could stop thinking about this situation for a second and just get food with them. It was something you had done before most of your big exams. All three of you used to go to the small cafe near the school and get waffles. You could still remember how they had them: Suga had two waffles with caramel and hazelnuts, Asahi had 3 with whipped cream and strawberries and Daichi had 5 with chocolate syrup and chocolate chips. You always got fed some of theirs no matter what you decided to have. Koushi thought it especially funny to boop your nose so whipped cream would stick to your warm skin. 

“Yeah sure,” you smiled “lets go get some waffles”

-

When you got to the diner, it was relatively busy but there were still booths big enough to fit you guys. As always, it was you and Asahi on one side and Suga and Daichi on the other, Asahi trapping you against the wall with his large shoulders. For the first time this trip, you were content. It was the way it used to be. Asahi even stole some of Daichi’s chocolate chips like he used to. 

Snorting was heard from your table as Daichi accidentally laughed so hard that milkshake came out of his nose. The four of you had been telling stories of your highschool days, before everything was confusing and complicated with feeling. The joy was pierced by a vibration that drew all three to their phone. Obviously, it was a groupchat. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was that person they were talking about.

“Ooh, I’m gonna order another drink” you said, asking the boys if they wanted anything.

After you ordered your drink at the counter, you walked up to the counter next to your table that had the sugar and stirrers for the drinks. As you emptied a packet into the steaming coffee that was intended for Suga. A hand settled next to you on the counter.

“Anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?” a voice mused from next to you.

Turning, you came face to face with a man a little taller than you with dark hair and a nice smile. He was attractive but you couldn’t help thinking he was so plain compared to the current objects of your affection. The glares you could see said men sending towards the man spurred you on. Why would they be mad about this? They had no reason to be. 

Giggling, you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Screw it, if you couldn’t have them then you were at least gonna have fun. 

“Not really” you mused, “why? Are you here to do that?”

The man's smirk returned. He reached behind you, trapping your body slight against the counter, but when he leaned back he had a hand full of napkins. He winked at your flustered form and you couldn’t help but flicker your eyes towards the table which was now...empty?

The hand that was now on your chin pulled your thoughts back to the handsome stranger. The rough pad of his thumb swiped over your cheek bone and he whispered about the chocolate that had been there. Heat flushed to your face as he sucked the sauce off of his thumb. His other hand slipped a piece of paper into your pocket and your mouth opened to say something when you were interrupted. 

A throat cleared behind you and the guy. The looming figure of Daichi, accompanied by his two boyfriends, stood behind you both. You had rarely seen them angry but the glares that were being sent his way even made you shiver. Suga had his fists clenched and even sweet, soft Asahi was looking severely unimpressed with the attempt at flirting with you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Suga hissed at the poor man, who was now looking about ready to run.

“Sorry” the man stuttered, “I didn’t realise they were taken, I’ll leave i guess”

“Wait, no i’m not-” you started, but he was gone.

You stood, leaning on the counter, absolutely baffled their behaviour. Scoffing, you pulled out your wallet and turned to the lady at the counter, apologising for the small scene that had just occurred. The three men kept trying to catch your attention but you made a point to not spare them a glance while storming towards the car. As they paid you phoned Kiyoko. You were angry to the point of shaking and you knew if anyone could calm you down it was her. 

“Kiyoko, I need you to come get me” 

“Sure, give me 10 minutes, i’m pretty close” she sounded apologetic but you didn’t care.

You just didn’t want to feel alone.

-

After the three men had paid, they walked up to you. Your figure was hunched over and you were sat on the rain soaked curb.  The clear phone case that once had a photo of you four in it was now blank. Said photo had been flipped over because you couldn’t bear to look at what you used to be right now.

“What the fuck was that?” you growled

The men looked shocked. 

“He was flirting with you y/n what do you mean?”

The confusion in Asahi’s voice made a feeling curl inside you like the waffles had suddenly turned rancid. Eyebrows knitted together, you began to yell.

“And just what does that have to do with you three?” you began

“Why do you care who flirts with me and who doesn’t? You have 2 boyfriends each and I know you’re talking to another person who why the fuck does it matter to you if I don’t want to be lonely anymore huh?”

They all looked stunned at your revelation. Their shock didn’t phase you however, you had been sitting on this for too long. Too long had you been suffering in silence while they get to live this happy story that you were only a side character in. 

“God, it hurts so bad. You won’t ever understand how much pain I am in being around you and seeing how happy you’re gonna be with another person. It hurts!” you yelled, tears welling up.

The pain had now unfurled completely in your stomach. It was paralysing, like it was stopping you from running like you so desperately wanted to. It winded you, stealing your ability to keep yelling. Instead, it turned into a resigned whisper. 

“I get that you don’t want me, but why can’t other people? I don’t want to be alone anymore” 

Kiyoko’s tiny blue car pulled up next to you as you broke down crying. A tiny blonde ran out of the car to grab you as you fell, Yachi’s soft cooing distracting you from the three men across from you. Looking up at her, you saw her eyebrows knitted together in sympathy at your curled up figure. This was humiliating. Kiyoko motioned for her to guide you to the car, stepping out of the drivers side and towards Asahi, Daichi and Sugawara. 

Yachi pulled you into the backseat of the car, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. You saw her eyes flicker to her girlfriend and the guys but you didn’t want to think about that much right now. Instead, you stared blankly at the photo of Yachi and Kiyoko cuddling that was stuck under the mirror. If only you had that. 

The now fuming Kiyoko sat in the driver's seat. Her face was contorted in an anger that was uncommon for the raven haired woman but it flooded into sympathy at the sight of you. Obviously, you looked a mess. In the mirror, you could see tear tracks down your face and your hair was messed up from where you had gripped at the sides of your head in frustration. Yachi stroked your hair one final time before climbing into the passengers' side. 

You stared out the window as she drove off, you could see the figures of the men you had left behind. Asahi was bent over, hands on his knees and Suga rubbing his back. Daichi has his head buried in his arms on top of the car. They had no right to be upset, you thought. You let them escape your mind as their figures turned into tiny dots in the distance. 

The silence was comforting.

AS I SAID, PAIN.

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Pairing: dark!Natasha Romanoff x dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda want to teach you a lesson about spending time with exes.

Warnings: dark themes, more poorly written smut 18+ ONLY (bondage, sex toy use, penetration, fingering, oral)

A/N: welcome to another installment of Reader Experiences Consequences for Her Actions!! I don’t really have anything to say except I hope you like it :) can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

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The ride back to the cabin was tense and eerily silent. You sat in the backseat catching glimpses of Natasha fuming in the front seat while Wanda drove. The disappointed look she gave you when you’d approached the car hurt, but it didn’t make you nearly as nervous as the way she had to occasionally rub her hand along Natasha’s thigh to keep her calm until you got home.

Despite your heartbeat picking up as you pulled onto the property, you kept a nonchalant expression, calmly watching Natasha pick up her phone and use a feature to unlock the front door. You heard the faint click of the locks through the open car window and took off your seatbelt, pausing when nobody moved.

“Go on inside, printsessa,” Wanda spoke calmly, glancing at you briefly before turning to Natasha. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

You walked inside and went straight upstairs to the room that held your clothes, knowing that your girlfriends--more specifically Natasha--would probably make you sleep in here tonight anyway. A few minutes of silence passed and you found yourself pulling out the iPad, using it to pass the time while you waited. You heard the sound of the front door slamming and footsteps on the stairs as you finished a word search puzzle, which was suddenly ripped out of your hands and thrown full force at the nearest wall. Before you could protest, Natasha’s hand came over your mouth.

“I don’t want to hear it,” she snapped as she leaned closer. “I’m going to uncover your mouth, and the only thing I want to hear from it is an explanation on what the fuck you think you were doing.”

“I was spending time with a friend,” you answered when she moved her hand away. “She was in town for work and--”

“You think I’m fucking stupid, don’t you?” You shook your head quickly and she laughed sarcastically. “Well you have to, if you think you can pass your ex-girlfriend off as a fucking friend, Y/N!”

“Tash, calm down.” Wanda stepped between you, placing a hand on her shoulder as she took a deep breath.

“You’re right, Wan.” A smile formed on her lips as she looked between the two of you. “Perhaps we should save our energy for showing our printsessa who she belongs to.”

A bit of relief washed over you at her words and the grin that appeared on Wanda’s features, but you hid your own smile that threatened to form. As much as either of them being angry terrified you, there was no denying that angry sex with them was the best. Orgasm after orgasm, their hands and lips all over your skin, stealing the air from your lungs. You had no reason to complain.

Natasha’s hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you to your feet, dragging you out of the room. You found yourself growing confused as you passed the bedroom the three of you slept and fucked in, the confusion shifting to fear when you saw where she was headed. The bedroom at the end of the hall that was always locked.

The key was quickly slipped into the lock and turned, and your eyes widened as the door was pushed open, bringing everything into view. There were shelves of different bondage items, another set of shelves holding sex toys (many that seemed almost dangerous to use), and a locked cabinet against the wall.

“Babe, help printsessa get ready. I have some decisions to make.”

Wanda assisted you in stripping away your clothing, leaving gentle and lingering kisses on each uncovered patch of skin that had you melting in her arms. Once your clothes were in a pile on the floor she led you to the bed, pushing you to sit near the pillows as Natasha approached, throwing two pairs of handcuffs at Wanda while she held long silk ties.

Your wrists were quickly cuffed to the headboard, a yelp escaping you when Natasha yanked you closer to the end of the foot of the bed by your ankles. She tied each one to a post, smirking as she stood back and admired your naked form spread as far as you could go across the mattress.

“Beautiful. What do you think, Wan?”

“She looks perfect,” Wanda agreed, running her fingers in light circles around your hardened nipples. “So perfect.”

Natasha climbed onto the bed, her eyes trained on you while yours took in the wireless Hitachi wand in her hand as she sat on her knees between your legs, Wanda shifting to stand behind her. She turned the wand on the slowest setting and lowered it to your clit, biting her lip when you jumped at the sudden sensation.

“You like that, baby?” she asked sweetly and you nodded, whimpering and balling your hands into fists when she increased the speed. “Yeah I bet you do...which is why I don’t understand what you were doing looking for attention elsewhere.”

A loud and breathy moan left your lips that stayed open as she turned the speed higher and higher. Breathing became a chore as you pushed yourself against the vibrating object, feeling the pressure building and wanting to fall over the edge as soon as possible. She worked the wand against your clit in ways you failed to see as your head tipped back into the mattress and your eyes closed. You were thrusting your hips upward, just about to catch the release you so desperately needed when Natasha pulled the wand away and turned it off.

Your eyes went wide as you lifted your head to look at both of them, still lightly thrusting into the air as you whined in protest. “Nat, please! I’m sorry!”

“Do you hear that, Wan?” Natasha turned her head to look at Wanda. “Our pretty baby is sorry.”

“Maybe we should let her cum then,” Wanda suggests, nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders and Natasha laughs.

“Maybe we should.”

You watched her climb off the bed, setting the vibrator off to the side to clean later and instead picking up an average-sized strap-on. You squirmed against the restraints as your girlfriends began undressing each other, sharing kisses in between and staring at each other as if you weren’t even in the room. A groan left your lips at the sight of Wanda helping Natasha slip the dildo on, and it was then that they finally looked at you again.

“Baby’s getting impatient, Tash,” Wanda teased, keeping eye contact with you as she left a kiss just below Natasha’s ear, which only frustrated you more.

“Please just kiss me or fuck me or anything,” you begged, tears forming as your need to be touched grew stronger.

You watched the red haired woman climb between your legs once more, this time running the tip of the dildo along your folds and grinning like a Chesire cat when you shivered. After a few more seconds of teasing she pushed inside of you slowly, stopping when she was all the way in and pausing to enjoy the way you seemed so eager for her to tear you apart.

“Stop.” 

She grabbed your thighs firmly when you began fucking yourself on the toy, holding you in place until you met her gaze and ignoring your whimpers. She then pulled you as close as possible, leaned forward to cup your breasts with her hands and began pounding into you as fast as she could go. You screamed and closed your eyes again at the first thrust, moaning loud enough to echo against the walls and cover the lewd sounds that came from between your legs.

You felt Wanda’s touch on you next, her hand lightly resting on the side of your neck as she kissed you, swallowing your moans as she shifted down to rub her thumb around your clit. A fog seemed to form in your mind, the only things you were able to focus on being Natasha thrusting in and out of you, Wanda’s tongue dominating yours and the deliciously overwhelming sensation on your sensitive nub. Stars seemed to line the inside of your eyelids and at the exact moment you felt yourself about to cum, both women pulled completely away.

“Fuck!” you cried out angrily as your vision came back to normal. “Please stop! I promise I’ll be good!” 

“You don’t get it do you?” Natasha chuckled as she put the strap-on with the wand and Wanda picked out another strap-on with a vibrator attached. “Doing bad things doesn’t earn a reward. Come on, babe.”

Wanda giggled in surprise when the assassin spanked her lightly, following her out of the room with the toy in her hand as she turned off the light. You were left pushing your hips against nothing and straining to rub your thighs together with your eyes tightly shut, forced to listen to the sounds of your girlfriends kissing, fucking and orgasming without you.

It seemed as if hours had passed when they finally quieted down, and even more time until someone entered the room again. The light was turned on suddenly, and you squinted until your eyesight adjusted and focused on Wanda approaching you with her eyes slightly glowing red.

“Tash is asleep,” she told you as she carefully untied your ankles from the bed posts. “And I made sure she stays asleep so you can be as loud as you want.”

She climbed onto the bed and laid between your legs, curling one arm around one leg while her other hand used two fingers to spread your folds. She flattened her tongue and licked a long stripe up to your clit, chuckling when you shivered and gasped.

“If this is another trick, I don’t want it,” you whispered in a frustrated tone.

“Not to worry, baby. This is a treat.”

She moved closer and licked another stripe before wrapping her lips around your clit, licking and sucking with such expertise that you nearly exploded when she pushed two fingers into you. Her pace was relentless, each thrust paired with the work of her warm tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge. She began curling her fingers inside of you as she added a third one, and you only lasted a few more strokes before you came undone.

She kept her pace consistent, aggressively licking, sucking and fingering you to a second orgasm. It wasn’t until your third that you tried pushing her away with your legs, shaking heavily from the overstimulation. She finally pulled away, sucking her fingers clean and wiping away your cum from her cheeks, pushing her fingers into your mouth and letting out a low groan as your tongue wrapped around them. They were quickly replaced with her own tongue as she kissed you hungrily, sitting up and hovering above you with a smile.

“Did your ex fuck you like that?” You shook your head breathlessly and a smirk formed on her lips as she stood up again. “Didn’t think so.”

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[lillian-nator]

Wilbur punches dream while techno applauds in the background - 💙

At this point you are just building the AU for me. 

Here I’ll do the entire scene: 

Wilbur gets a text from Tommy, who is supposedly staying with Tubbo (or maybe he even told Wilbur he was staying with Dream - but I doubt that Wilbur wouldn’t know that Dream was having a party) that just says: “Help Me.” But like with tons of typos. [herjlp meo. help meig. help me wilp. wilh. wilbur]

So Wilbur rolls up to Dream’s house because he got the address from Tubbo, who is much more sober than Tommy - but still somewhere in the house. Wilbur doesn’t know where, but he gets the info that Eret is coming to get Tubbo, so he doesn’t worry about it. 

Tommy is sitting outside on the steps of Dream’s house, head in his hands, he looks like he is about to throw up. 

Wilbur - who doesn’t know Tommy is drunk yet, goes up to Tommy and instantly smells the alcohol on him. Techno slowly gets out of the passenger seat of the car realizing that they are going to be at Dream’s for a while. 

The conversation goes like this: 

Wilbur: “God - Tommy. Who the hell let you have beer?”  Tommy: “I don’t remember - was it beer? I think it was. It might’ve been Dream or SapNap. I don’t know man. My head fucking hurts.” Wilbur: “How drunk are you?”  Tommy: “A couple. Can you stop being so loud? I think my head is gonna fucking explode.” 

Techno then comes and tries to help Tommy to the car. Techno swings Tommy’s arm around his shoulder, baring most of his weight. They have to stop walking half-way through because Tommy bends down and pukes. 

None of them know how they are going to explain this to Phil. 

Once Techno successfully lays Tommy down in the backseat, giving the kid his jacket as a blanket, he looks behind him to find Wilbur gone. Techno follows the path that he assumes his fuming brother went in. 

When Techno first goes inside he sees the aftermath of what must’ve been a party. Only about 10 people remain, those of whom are Dream’s close friends.

He sees Karl passed out, buried into SapNap’s side on a couch in the middle of the room. He think’s he see’s Dream with an arm around George in the corner of his eye - he assumes that is where Wilbur is - but he sees Tubbo and Purpled talking to Quackity in the corner first, and he has to be responsible an make sure that both of the kids he pretty much considers his own brothers - I mean seriously they spend more time at his house then they do their own - were okay, and had a safe ride home. 

Here’s another convo: 

Techno: “Hey Tubs, Hey Purp. You guys have a ride home?”  Tubbo slowly nods, seeming half-out-of-it and really, really tired: “Eret’s coming to pick me up.”  Techno: “Purp?”  Purpled: “Yeah, I’m crashing at Tubbo’s. Can’t have my parents seeing me like this.” 

Techno hummed in agreement, and soon found his brother - who to say the least, was fucking raging. 

Wilbur: “Why the actual fuck would you ever give my little brother beer?”  Dream: “I don’t know! He asked for it. He already came to the party, I wasn’t gonna say no. I’d rather him do it here with me then with some guy he barely knew.” 

Dream was making some pretty damn good points for someone sluring his words as much as he was. 

Wilbur: “Don’t act like you actual care about him! I thought he was sleeping the night at Tubbo’s, but instead I find him here, almost passed out, and throwing-up everywhere. Who the fuck thought that it was a good idea giving a fucking 15-year-old a beer?” Dream: “I don’t know, guess I fucking did. It’s none of your business what I do. He took the beer-” 

Dream didn’t get to finish his sentence because Wilbur socked him in the face. Fucking hard. Techno, who was now also fuming, gave a loud whoop from the back. SapNap, who had been in the immediate vicinity - I mean the room isn’t that big - let out a disgruntled whine at the loud noise, shifting slightly - being mindful of Karl who was still nuzzled into his shoulder - putting his hands over his ears. 

Wilbur - still fuming - leaves, to go and hopefully get Tommy into the house without Phil knowing. Because damn, if Wilbur is mad at Dream, Phil is going to be fucking furious. Techno follows behind, silently praying that Tommy didn’t throw up all over the car floor. 

[obx-paradiseonearth]

Could you do kook boys x reader (reader dating rafe but best friends with all 3) pls🥰

Absolutely! I made it a headcanon I hope that’s okay! Enjoy lovely!

// Dating Rafe and Being Best Friends with Kelce and Topper //

You started out as best friends, you’ve known them all since middle school, you were ridiculously shy and they were the type of boys who were super loud, always trying to make the shy people speak

You know the type, the idiot boys who are always like “why don’t you talk? You know you can talk, right?”

Yeah, the idiot boys

Well one day you just weren’t having a good day, bad hair day, homework done but not well, and you tripped on your way in the door; you were basically verging on a level five meltdown and god help the people who push you over the edge

A.K.A. Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, and Kelce Smith

“Hey, Princess-” that’s what they’d been calling you for weeks, it made you seeth and blush at the same time, “saw that fall earlier, it looked kind of nasty. You ok?”

You had rolled your eyes, closing your locker a little louder than you had intended to but you honestly didn’t care, “what do you care, Thornton?”

Their eyes had widened and you would have laughed if you weren’t already fuming, your fingers clamped around your biology textbook- that’s another thing for the list, you despised biology- half a second away from slamming someone’s head into the ground, yours included

“We’re just worried, Prin-”

“Don’t you say it, Cameron. Don’t fucking say it.” You had bit out, stepping towards him, your free hand curled in a fist

Kelce had laughed at that, slapping Rafe on the back, “you fucking heard her man. Little mama finally found her voice. I’m proud.”

Your cheeks had gone hot instantly but you didn’t step down, “not much better, Smith.”

“Yeah, well tough,” he had grabbed your textbook, stacking it on his identical one, “you coming or what?”

That was it, that was all it took for you to be one of them, it all happened super fast to be honest, after that you started sitting with them at lunch- well, they started sitting with you- and hanging out after school, they started closing ranks around you in every class and in the hallway, you were untouchable from that moment

They were pretty hardcore too, always around- not that you minded- and always tensing when other people gave you weird looks, Rafe especially, always ready to swing at someone for simply walking past you wrong, his jaw always tight in the cafeteria and hallway

You would ask them for the first year a lot why they even hung out with you

One night the summer before freshman year of high school you were especially persistent

“I’m serious guys, what’s the deal?” You were at the beach, digging your toes into the sand as you watched the sun set.

Rafe and Kelce were rough housing, rolling around on the surf and howling with laughter, Topper was next to you, handing you a diet coke with his eyebrows furrowed

“What do you mean?”

You had bitten your lip, feeling a little ridiculous, “why are we friends?”

At this point Rafe and Kelce were listening too, their eyes glued to you, “why not?”

“I just said I’m being serious, Top. I mean it, I don’t understand. I’m a nobody and yet all of a sudden you guys are always around, in full force, a fucking brigade. Is this a joke or something? Make the loner girl part of the club and then drop her? Are you guys fucking hazing me? I'm going to go into freshman year thinking everything will be rosy and you guys are going to dump pigs blood on me or some shit.” All of a sudden you were crying, shoving the bottle into the sand and standing, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet

“Woah, woah, woah,” Rafe had stood when you did, clearing the space between you much too quickly, “where’s this coming from, Princess? Did someone say something to you? I swear to god if someone fucking said some-”

“No one said anything, ok? Chill out. It just doesn’t make sense. None of this makes any sense.”

The tears were freely flowing by this point, fuelled by both embarrassment and anger, all of the boys speechless, Topper verging on tears himself as he dug his fingers into the surf, trying to think of anything at all he could say but nothing was coming to mind

It was Kelce who finally spoke first, wrapping his arms- sticky from the ocean and hinted with the dregs of sunscreen from earlier- around your shoulders and squeezing tight, “what’s gotten into you, mamas? You’re spiraling on me. Take a breath, yeah? We’re friends with you because we want to be. Does there need to be more reason than that?”

You had thrown your arms around him, your whole body shaking from the tears, “I’m sorry, Kels. It’s just so much. I’m confused.”

Rafe and Topper had pulled it together by now, circling around you, their hands on your back

“We don’t need a reason to be friends with you, What’s so confusing about being liked. You’re fucking amazing.”

“I’m not kidding, Princess. If someone fucking said something.”

“I know, I know. You’ll kick their ass.”

High school rolls around soon after that and things only get more intense, but in a good way, you’re always busy, weekdays and weekends, day and night, always with one or more of them, doing everything together

They get more popular in high school, Topper joining the football team and Kelce joining the track team, leaving you and Rafe to spend more time together alone, going to their games and track meets together, dressing up in the school colours and cheering like mad, sitting in the front row together

One night, during one of Topper’s games, you’re on the edge of your seat watching the constant back and forth of the game, tapping your foot and fingers relentlessly, your eyes glued to the field, and all of a sudden you feel someone grab your hand

When you glance down you see a ring- Rafe’s ring- and he rubs his thumb over your wrist, neither of you say anything but that’s the first time you realize you feel something different for the boy, he’s your best friend but he’s also more

All of a sudden you start getting nervous around him, dropping your books and stumbling over your words when he’s around, feeling your heart pick up whenever he sits next to you, especially when Kelce calls shotgun in Topper’s Range Rover and the two of you get shoved into the backseat together

One night in particular you guys drive out of town to go to a drive in movie theatre that Kelce has been raving about and like usual you and Rafe are forced into the back- lately that has been happening more and more- and you zone out, lost in the movie, when you feel a hand on your thigh

Obviously it’s Rafe’s, warm and curled around your leg, and he leans over, his mouth right next to your ear, “come cuddle, Princess.”

You nod at him, not trusting your words, and he wraps his arms around your hips, stretching his legs on the back seat and pulling you onto his lap, his head on your shoulder, his hands now around your stomach, you’re certain he can feel your heart pounding through your back which is pressed against his chest

He smells like oranges and you can’t even pretend to focus on the movie anymore, your attention fully on the way his hands smooth up and down your sides, eventually dipping under your t-shirt and splaying against your ribs

“Rafe-” you have to whisper in order to not catch the attention of Topper and Kelce who are absorbed in the movie- “what are you doing.”

“I like you,” his lips find your jaw, his hands squeezing your ribs, “like a lot. I can’t stop fucking thinking about you.”

Your breath catches when he says that, tensing on his lap, wondering if he’s being serious or if he’s just playing at something, “don’t play games with me, Rafe. It’s not nice.”

He grabs your jaw, pulling your eyes to meet his serious ones, “haven’t I more than proven that I don’t mess around when it comes to you? I like you, Princess. Fuck, I could say I lo-”

“Don't say it, Rafe. Please. We’re best friends.”

Your heart is pounding, your heart in your throat. You want him to say it, more than anything, but it’ll complicate things in your circle and these boys mean more to you than anything in the world and you don’t want to risk losing Topper and Kelce in the process

“I don’t care, I love you.”

Your whole body lights on fire when he says it, your veins singing to life in the dark backseat as he tightens his hold on you, his eyes searching yours for any indication that you feel the same way

“Rafe, I-”

“Just say you love me back. I’ll let it go but I need to hear you say it once.”

“Of course I love you, Rafe Cameron. You’re an idiot if you think for a second that I don’t.”

He doesn’t waste any time opening the door, pushing you gently out of the car and tossing a quick “we’re going to get popcorn, be back in a few” to Topper and Kelce

He tugs you behind the concession building, pushing you against the brick, his hands on your hips, his blue eyes dark and burning into yours, his eyebrows pulled together, his lips pursed, like he’s trying to figure something out

Meanwhile your heart is pounding so hard you’re pretty sure it’s trying to escape your chest, you feel like you could throw up from all the adrenaline pumping through your veins, every second feels like minutes and by the time a minute passes you feel like you’ve been staring at Rafe for hours, on edge and wanting nothing more than to pull him impossibly closer to you

“Rafe come on what are you-”

Just like that he snaps out of it, pulling you by your hips towards him and planting his mouth against yours, kissing you like a madman, his lips hot and surprisingly soft, his mouth tasting like the candy he had bought at the gas station on the way here, pushing your back against the brick and slipping his hand around the back of your neck, every movement desperate and perfect at the same time

“I thought you were going let it go,” you mumble between kisses, your hands tangled in his hair

“Changed my mind, Princess,” he quips back, his mouth never leaving yours

You head back to the car a few minutes later, quite reluctantly, your heart pounding still but this time from the thought of sharing what you had just done with your other best friends. You obviously can’t keep it a secret- that never works it only makes the rift bigger- but the thought of them distancing themselves is terrifying

You silently slip back into the backseat, your hands shaking and your lips swollen, it’s silent for a few seconds, the air tangibly thick, your stomach rolling once more, until you’re ready to snap

“So, where’s the popcorn, huh?” Topper’s eyes meet yours from the rearview mirror and you almost barf, your eyes starting to water

And then they laugh

They fucking laugh

Like hooting, barking, howling laughter

And you’re beyond confused, your body buzzing, until you finally force a “what?” out of your mouth

“Mamas, you didn’t seriously think he wouldn’t tell us did you?”

“He’s been planning this for like a whole two months you idiot. Surprised you didn’t see it coming actually. It was so fucking obvious.”

“Gee, thanks Top. Love the support.”

“Stop you know you love me.”

Rafe just slides an arm around your waist, pulling you back to him and laughing with Kelce, “had to keep it a secret.”

“So does this mean none of you hate me?”

“Mamas, chill, you could kill a city of people and I still wouldn’t hate you.”

Nothing really changes after Rafe tells you he loves you, you start dating but you’re still as thick as thieves with Kelce and Topper, still hanging out with them as you always had before, going on drives with Topper and helping Kelce study for his English homework

Really the only thing that changes is that you make-out more with Rafe, it’s a notable change too, that boy is dangerous with his mouth, but he’s still your best friend at the end of the day

If anything you’re less nervous now that you’re out of that weird confusing period of time where you didn’t know what you felt

When winter formal rolls around you all still go together as you had planned at the beginning of the year, Kelce spikes the punch- also as planned- and you spend the whole night giggling with them about the most stupid shit

“Has anyone else seen Tommy Galagher’s tie? I think I’m going to seriously barf if I have to keep looking at it.”

You slap Topper’s chest lightly, trying not to laugh at the true statement, “then stop looking at it, Top. You’re an idiot.”

He slings an arm over your shoulder, scoffing lightly, “says the girl looking at it right now like you want to burn it.”

You do laugh this time, tugging on his jacket, “I didn’t say you were wrong, did I?”

“Okay, but has anyone checked out how fine Mrs. Campbell is looking this evening?” Kelce pipes in and all four of you burst into a fit of giggles

You dance with Rafe to all the slow songs, your head on his chest and his arms tight around you, smiling when you hear the occasional “go get her tiger” from Kelce

Eventually you ditch the event, going back to Kelce’s place and changing into casual clothes before heading to the beach for a bonfire, just the four of you despite the fact that all of you- including you- had been invited to numerous after parties

You bring a few beach blankets, spreading them near the dunes and falling into a huge pile of limbs and more giggles, the top half of your body on top of Rafe’s chest, Topper’s head on your lap, Kelce sitting next to you, his hand in yours, pleasantly drunk and pretending like he knows anything at all about palm reading

Topper points at a few stars, spouting out names and stories about them that he definitely made up, causing everyone to laugh again, Rafe’s chest shaking under your cheek, his arms falling around your shoulders as you slowly drift off to the lull of your best friends and your boyfriend

You couldn’t ask for anything better than this

I hope you like it and feel free to send in ideas <3

[adventuresinwonderlust]

girl, hello :3 i see request open, so i wanna request sumn hehe

can you do silver hair mafia!yoongi where he would be intimidating on the outside but actually a caring and soft man towards his lovely baby in the inside 🥺 but somehow on some day they had a fight due to misunderstanding and that leads to steamy making love and just making his baby orgasms multiple of times 🤧🤧 shhss thanks !!

Title: The Misunderstanding

Pairing: Mafia! yoongi x reader ft. Jungkook and Jin

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, violence (TRIGGER WARNING) fists, guns, and garrote used.

Rating: 18 and over

Request for @flowerblu00 I hope you enjoy! Thank you for being so patient with me. So much love to you!

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi @heyimtavia

Yoongi:

“Just give us the name of your distributor and we can end this now.” Yoongi sighs, looking over the restrained and bloody man before him. “Never. They’ll....kill me.” The man pants, writhing in pain. “Do you think I won't? Or your family for that matter?” Yoongi threatens, nodding to Jungkook, who immediately begins pounding at the face of the bound man. Yoongi watches blankly as Jungkook makes a punching bag of the man's face, wondering to himself when he became so unbothered with violence. “Please.” The man wheezes from his broken nose. “Enough Jungkookie.” Yoongi raises a hand. Jungkook lands one more punch before standing to look at Yoongi. “Just let me kill him boss.” Jungkook grumbles. Yoongi simply shakes his head. “Let’s hear him out first.” “I work.... for.... Alexa Van Ness. She’s, my distributor.” Yoongi nods at the confession. “Now was that so hard?” The man immediately begins to cry, blood dripping from his lips. “Just let me go.” He whimpers. Yoongi scoffs, looking at Jungkook, “And let her get the satisfaction of killing you. Never. Jungkookie, finish this.” Jungkook nods, turning towards the man. “Noooo! Please! Have mercy.” “This is mercy. Imagine what she’ll do to you when she finds out you turned on her.” Yoongi explains, exiting the room.

He takes a seat at his desk, lifting his head at the loud bang that comes from the room he just left. “Boss, you needed me?” Jin emerges into the office. “Yes, get Alexa Van Ness on the line please. Tell her I have an offer for her she won't be able to refuse.” Jin nods, walking out of the room. Jungkook enters the office now, wiping his hands on a handkerchief. “What do you need me to do boss?” He nods over to Yoongi. “Get rid of the body, clean up in there, and get lost.” Yoongi grumbles. Jungkook nods and leaves out the way he came. Jin pokes his head in, “Boss, AVN is on line 1 but your wife is on line 2.” Yoongi sighs deeply, waving Jin away. He knows he’s been working a lot and that Y/N has been suffering. His business has taken a hit recently due to an unknown competitor stealing clients from him, and he has put all his efforts into finding out who his competitor was. As much as he wanted to ignore the call, he couldn’t avoid her forever. Yoongi clicks the line, placing the receiver on his ear, “Hello my love. I know I've been so busy lately. I’m sorry. I can't talk long but I promise to make it all up to you tonight.”

“Well, well, well. Min Yoongi, had I known this was going to be a confessional call, I would've kept you off speaker phone.” Yoongi clears his throat, sitting up straight, and looking at the phone to see what line he clicked. He fumes seeing line one a steady red and line two flashing on hold. “Alexa, you misunderstand, this is a courtesy call.” “Oh, is it now?” “It is. Your men are weak, and they’ve given you up. I say we call a truce and come to some sort of agreement to make this work. Unless of course you prefer something a little more.... messy.” Alexa laughs on her end, causing Yoongi to grind his teeth in annoyance. “Oh, Yoongi, a truce? Why on earth would I do that? You see I have the upper hand here not you. That is apparent isn't it or else why would you be calling at all? Maybe working together would be something that suits us better. How about you and your love attend my annual benefit this evening and we can discuss this further unless it's YOU that are interested in seeing how messy things can get? You decide, I'll send the invite over to your office right away. Hope to see you there Yoongi.” She hangs up immediately and Yoongi releases a loud yell into his office, slamming the receiver repeatedly onto the phone, stopping when he sees the flashing light on line two.

He lifts the phone to his ear and clicks the line. “Hello.” He huffs. “What are you doing? I’ve been texting and calling your cell phone and you haven't answered me. I had to resort to calling your office which I know you hate. Why aren't you answering my calls? Is everything ok? I worry about you. Hello.” Yoongi closes his eyes listening to Y/N ramble. “Stop.” He whispers. “What?” “Just stop Y/N.” “Stop what? Caring? Calling? Loving you?” “Stop being a fucking pest!!” He shouts. He hears her gasp and then silence. “Look....” He begins. “No, you look! I’ve been dealing with what you do for too long and I always allow myself to take a backseat to it and I get that what you do is stressful but remember who else in your life it affects. Remember what in your life truly matters and what you truly bear to lose Min Yoongi!! Goodbye!!” She shouts. Yoongi sighs, yanking the phone from his desk and tossing it at the office door. Jin soon appears, “JK called, everything's been taken care of...” His voice trails off as he looks around the room, “Are you ok boss?” Yoongi runs his hand through his silver locks, fixing his tie. “Yes, AVN is sending over invitations to her Annual Benefit. Get JK back here and go to my house. Calm Y/N down and make sure she’s ready in an hour.” “You got it boss. I’m assuming you have a plan.” Yoongi nods. “Indeed, I do Jin. Indeed, I do.”

Y/N:

“Why on earth would I want to get all dolled up for him after the way he’s treated me?” You huff at Jin, who peruses through the clothing in your closet. “Because he’s your husband and he loves you. Irregardless of whatever has transpired tonight…” “Or the last few weeks.” You cut in. “Or the last few weeks, you are the most important person in his life.” Jin finishes, turning around with your black off the shoulder corset bodice chiffon gown with thigh high slit. Yoongi had always purchased you random gowns here and there for special occasions but this one you hadn’t worn. You sigh looking over the dress as Jin places it gently on your bed. “Shall I choose your under garments for you as well or can I trust that you’re ok to do so yourself?” He smiles. “I’ll be fine thanks.” He nods and takes his leave to allow you to get ready.

You exit your bedroom after some time, fully ready. Your hair curled and pinned to one side: your makeup soft but lip bold. Jin looks up from his phone and hops out of his seat. “Stunning as always. Shall we?” He reaches his hand out to you and leads you towards the door. You head out into the parking garage, and he assists you into the car. You say nothing to your husbands second in command, but rather look out into the bustling city as it flies by. You are surprised to find that you drive by Yoongi’s office building. “Jin, where are we headed?” “A benefit party for AVN Enterprises.” Your brow furrows, “AVN Enterprises? Why?” “Best let Yoongi explain.” You roll your eyes at his answer. “He hasn’t explained much these past few weeks.” “Just stress Y/N. After tonight, there will be nothing more to worry about.” You simply hum in agreement.

Yoongi:

“We should head in, no?” Jungkook asks. “I was hoping to go in with Y/N on my arm, but Jin is still about 20 minutes away.” “We can wait boss.” “No, it's fine. Let's go.” Jungkook nods, exiting the car and running around to open the door for Yoongi. Yoongi exits and heads towards the flashing lights along a bustling red carpet. “Guess she’s invited all of Seoul.” Jungkook whispers to Yoongi. Yoongi follows the crowd getting stopped by a security guard who presses his hand into Yoongi’s chest. “I’d mind my hands.” Jungkook threatens. “It’s ok Jungkookie.” Yoongi shakes his head at his hot-headed friend. “You can go through the red carpet. The muscle bunny has to go in through the back.” The security guard instructs. “No way.” Jungkook snaps. “Those are the rules.” The security guard shouts. “Tell AVN we enter together or not at all.” Yoongi informs the guard, standing tall, his brows high in frustration. The guard turns slightly, whispering into his walkie-talkie. He side eyes Yoongi and Jungkook before turning to wave them along. “Good boy.” Jungkook teases, following behind Yoongi.

Reporters and cameras are immediately glued to Yoongi, screaming his name. “Over here!” “How do you know Alexis Van Ness?” “Can we get a smile?” “Who’s your friend?” Yoongi poses for a handful of photos and continues past the chaos. “You sure you want to keep with the plan boss? All these cameras and eyes on us tonight?” Jungkook whispers to Yoongi as the enter the event space. “Just follow my lead.” He answers, grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

Yoongi makes his way through the crowd of people, shaking hands with new faces and conversing with familiar ones. He hands his empty glass to another passing waiter. “Boss. Look. They’re here.” Jungkook taps Yoongi’s shoulder, drawing his attention to the entrance. Yoongi’s eyes widen at the sight of Y/N, wearing a dress that he’s never seen grace her gorgeous body. He can’t help but look her up and down. Her full bosoms peeked out just a bit with each breath, her hips accentuated by the tight bodice, and her gorgeous, exposed leg playing peek a boo with each step. Yoongi’s mouth dried a bit, his cock twitching for her.

He smiled as she approached him even though her face was stern. “You look amazing.” He states once she’s at his side. “Why are we here Yoongi?” “I was invited by the owner of this company. I couldn’t come without my Queen by my side.” Yoongi chuckles as she rolls her eyes. “And the truth.” She snaps. Yoongi leans in, kissing her cheek softly. He slowly moves upward, planting soft kisses up to the shell of her ear, whispering in it. “It’s her darling. AVN. She’s the reason for all my troubles. Stealing distributors, selling in my territories. It ends tonight.” Yoongi moves away to take in his beautiful wife’s expression and she doesn’t disappoint. She looks him dead in his eye, standing taller than she was, and nods. “Whatever you need Angel.” Yoongi smirks, wondering how he became so blessed. “I love you.” He says, pulling her hand up to his lips to plant a kiss.

“And here I thought it was my bed you were keeping warm tonight Min Yoongi.” Yoongi and Y/N both turn to see Alexis Van Ness herself standing before them, stretching her hand out for Y/N to shake. “Alexis Van Ness, I don’t believe we've met.” Yoongi looks over to Y/N who shakes Alexis’ hand. “Min Y/N, his wife.” Alexis shoots Yoongi a wide eyes glance before laughing obnoxiously. “My oh my Yoongi. All that you were saying on the phone, who would’ve thought you were a married man?” “Excuse me?” Y/N snaps. “It’s a misunderstanding.” Yoongi tosses in. “Was it? Why else would I have sent you an invite last minute to my benefit?” Yoongi shakes his head looking at a very pissed Y/N. “I am here to talk business.” “Ah yes of course! Well, when you’re ready of course. It seems you have some things to handle here.” Alexis smiles a shit eating grin at the both of you. “No, it’s fine. Jin and I were just going to enjoy the buffet.” Y/N declares, spinning on her heel and walking off. “Oo, sorry. I hope I didn’t cause I problems with you two.” Alexis whispers. “Of course not. She’s stronger than you think. Shall we discuss business then?” Yoongi responds, looking back to see where Jin has taken Y/N. “She’s in good hands Boss.” Jungkook assures. Yoongi nods, following behind Alexis.

Y/N:

“She’s beautiful.” You tell Jin as he leads you in a waltz on the dance floor. “No woman is more beautiful than you in Yoongi’s eyes.” “He’s been different.” “We’re all different Y/N. We aren’t kids anymore. We’ve grown, changed. His love for you is the same.” “He’s off. Somethings wrong. He’s slipping away.” Jin chuckles. “Why do women over exaggerate everything?” “Why do men under estimate women’s intuition?” Jin sighs. “What if I could ease your thoughts? Would that help?” “Perhaps.” Jin leans in whispering Yoongi’s masterful plan into your ear.

Yoongi:

Alexis leads Yoongi and Jungkook into a meeting room far away from her fanciful party. She signals for Jungkook to grab the door to the private room and he does without hesitation. Yoongi waves Alexis in, “Ladies first.” She smirks, entering into the room where two large men await. “Can never be too careful. You understand?” She raises a brow at Yoongi taking a seat across from him. “Of course. So, let’s talk business.” “So straightforward. Here I thought we’d get to know one another a bit more.” “I don’t like small talk.” “I see. Do you mind?” She raises a small golden cigarette case in the air. “Those will kill you.” Jungkook almost whispers. “Thanks for the heads up hun.” She says lighting one up.

“So, what did you have in mind?” “Partners.” Yoongi states plainly. She giggles, the cigarette hanging from her lip. “Why would I want to be your partner? I’m winning. I have the upper hand here. My people are taking over yours in the distribution game. We wouldn’t be here if you weren’t in fear of losing your status.” “All the more reason to work together. With my status and your connections, we'd be unstoppable. No rival gang would ever think to move on our territory.” Alexis purses her lips, pulling on her cigarette, mulling the idea in her head. “What do you have in mind?” Yoongi smirks. “50/50 partnership. Full ownership to the person left standing in the event one of us expires.” Alexis puts out her cigarette and leans forward. “60/40.” She states. Yoongi scoffs. “Why would I give you 60 percent?” “Because I have the upper hand here.” Yoongi shakes his head, leaning back in his chair. “Fine.” “What?” Jungkook interjects. “And I want the muscle bunny. Do you like pussy baby?” “I like my women classy.” Jungkook hisses. Alexis laughs deeply, her head thrown back. “Done,” Yoongi declares, “On one condition. You sign the contract now. Today. I have the documents here on my phone and will have them notarized and cleared with my lawyers. What do you say?” “This is stupid.” Jungkook whispers angrily to Yoongi.

“This isn't some ploy, is it?” Alexis looks between Yoongi and Jungkook. “What do you mean?” “I mean, I sign the documents and the muscle bunny puts one between my eyes?” “We don’t hurt women.” Jungkook clips, looking back at Yoongi with hate in his eyes. “Now that you have your reassurance. What do you say? Do we have a deal?” “Don't do this Boss.” Jungkook heeds. Alexis bites her lip, looking over at Jungkook, then at Yoongi. “Fine. You have a deal.” It’s all Yoongi needs to pull his phone from his blazer pocket and open the documents. He fiddles a bit, changing the numbers around to reflect the updates and slides it over to Alexis. She looks it over, nodding, and using the stylus to sign her name. She slides it back over to Yoongi, who emails it over to his lawyers. “I guess you’re coming home with me Bunny.” Alexis teases. Jungkook eyes her with disgust. Yoongi’s phone pings and he smiles. “All done. Congratulations. We are partners now.” Alexis smiles, looking over to one of the men standing by the door.

Yoongi never takes his eyes off her, even when the big burly man reaches in his coat to pull his weapon. Yoongi simply tilts his heads slightly, a loud pop going off over his head causing Alexis to yelp. She leans her head down when another pop goes off, followed by the sound of two bodies dropping to the ground. Her body shakes a bit, but she still raises her head to see Yoongi hasn’t moved an inch, he just sits still, staring at her. “Your men are fast, but Jungkook is faster.” He drawls. Jungkook stays standing, staring at her. She chuckles nervously. “Please. No one can hear me back here even if I screamed. Besides, you said you don’t hurt women.” “We don’t,” Yoongi assures, leaning forward interlocking his fingers, “But you’ve underestimated my biggest player here. The only player that matters.” Alexis’ eyes widen and she looks at Jungkook who shakes his head and looks past her. Alexis doesn’t turn around instead she stares at Yoongi, whose face lights up at the sight of Jin and Y/N coming out from the shadows. “You see Alexis, your biggest mistake this evening was hurting the one person that means more to me than any of this and well you know what they say. What is it Jungkookie?” “Happy wife. Happy life?” Jungkook shrugs. “Behind every great man is the woman who put him there.” “Yoongi, you misunderstand.” Alexis attempts just as the garrote wraps around her neck. “Time’s up AVN.” He whispers.

Alexis reaches desperately for her neck as she's drawn back into the body of her captor. She makes a futile attempt to take a breath, looking up and into the eyes of Yoongi’s wife. Y/N tightens the rope around her neck, staring down with anger in her eyes. Alexis flails, reaching suddenly for her bag, pulling a small handgun. She raises it towards Yoongi but is thwarted by Jin, who snatches it from her grasp, and places it on the table. Alexis grabs at her throat, then punches at Y/N’s back who in turn leans down to whisper in her ear. “I’d say this is a lesson to never mess with my Empire again, but you won't live long enough to enact these teachings, will you? I suppose then you can take this message with you into your next life. Don’t fuck with the Min’s.” Y/N plants a soft kiss on AVN’s cheek just right before she releases her last breath. Y/N slowly releases the garrote from around AVN’s neck, allowing her lifeless body to slump forward.

“Jungkookie. Jin. Take care of these bodies. Make it look like AVN had a little too much fun at her after party at home.” Yoongi instructs. Jin nods, scooping up Avn’s body while Jungkook plops one security guard over the other and drags them both out of the room. Yoongi stares at his wife, who stands before him with suspicion in her eyes. “You always amaze me my love.” Yoongi says. “Is that so?” Y/N counters, suddenly grabbing AVN’s discarded gun from the table and pointing it at Yoongi. Yoongi takes in a deep breath and leans back in his chair, watching as his beloved rounds the table, gun still pointing at him. “Tell me love, are you going to shoot me with that gun?” He asks.

Y/N:

“What if I am?” You growl, pressing the gun into his temple. “Then shoot me. I’ll gladly die at your hands.” “Did you think she was beautiful?” You ask now. Yoongi smirks. “Yes.” “More beautiful than me?” “Never.” His words cut through you, and you almost lose your resolve. “Then why do you play these silly games? Why have you been so neglectful? Flirting with her?” You shove the gun further into his head. “Is that what this is about? You feel neglected?” Yoongi whispers, his hand making its way into your high slit and gliding gently up your inner thigh. “I... you...” Your words escape you now. “I’m sorry kitten. I was so focused on finding out who was stealing from our business that I left you in the shadows yearning for me.” He explains, rubbing at your clothed core. “Yoongi.” You whisper. “Shh. Don’t worry kitten. I’ll make it better.” He assures you, sliding two fingers through your slit, collecting your juices before easing them into your sodden cunt. You gasp at the feeling, the gun dropping from your hand and slamming onto the floor. He pulls you close to him, your left knee tucked into his right hip. Your right leg holding you up as he pushes his long slender fingers in and out of you with ease.

You press your forehead against his, clutching at his neck, rocking into his working fingers. “Does my kitten like fucking my hand?” “Y-yes.” “Does she like soaking my fingers in her sweet nectar?” You moan out at his dirty words, rocking faster into his working hand. He curls his fingers inside you, pressing deep to touch the tender spongy spot that always leaves you heady. “Y-yoongi. Please.” You pant, clawing at his collar. He kisses your cheek gently, picking up the pace of his fingers. “Yes, just like that.” You mewl. He rubs furiously against your g-spot, kissing your jawline now. You rock in unison with his expert fingers, feeling your body tighten. Your orgasm building faster and faster with each swirl against your g-spot. “Yoongi, oh god. I’m....” “Just cum already kitten.” He whispers against your cheek, taking it into his teeth when you cry out his name. Your orgasm exploding through your core, clenching on his still working fingers. You groan against his neck, coming down from your high. Yoongi removing his fingers from inside you. “I hope you're not exhausted yet kitten. I’m just getting started. I have to make up for lost time.” “W-what?” You stutter. Yoongi standing now, his massive erection creating a tent like look at the front of his dress pants. You moan at the sight.

He lifts you up, lying you along the long conference table. He pulls your dress apart by the long slit, grasping onto your black laced panties. He tugs them down, stuffing them into his pocket. He smirks down at you, slowly lowering to his knees grabbing your legs and resting them on his shoulders. “Yoongi, please. I want you inside me.” “Soon kitten. I promise.” He speaks into your sopping core. He licks up your climax, cleaning your cunt with his soft tongue. You can't help but drop a hand between your thighs to latch onto his gorgeous silver locks, tugging at them and drawing him closer to your center. You gasp a bit at his breath against you from his small laugh. HIs tongue shooting out to separate your slit and explore your aching clit. “Fuck Yoongi.” He moans into your entrance, lapping at your dripping juices. “So delicious. Like honey.” He pants, slurping at your nectar.

You let a slow moan escape your lips, tugging at his hair once again. He growls against you, wrapping his mouth around your swollen bud. You cry out at the sharp feeling. “Fuck Yoongi. Ahhhh.” “Be still.” He slaps at your thigh, swirling his tongue in figure eights along your nub. You can't help but twirl your hips in unison with him. His warm breath and expert tongue working together to bring you quickly to yet another climax. “Oh Yoongi, it's so good. Please don’t stop.” You pant, your hips still twirling. You tug on Yoongi’s hair, receiving a dark growl into your core. He soon grips your hips tightly, pulling your cunt closer to his face, his tongue moving quickly in flashing waves against your sensitive bean. “Yes baby. Oh yes, I’m so close.” You praise your husband, rocking your hips along with the rhythm of his tongue. You whisper his name over and over like a silent prayer, a combination of his saliva and your juices dripping down your ass cheeks. You rock faster, chasing your high, your clit burning with the need to explode. Yoongi feels your desperation, always so in tune with your body. He moves a hand from your hip to your entrance, entering you with two fingers, rubbing your g-spot once again. “Oh. My. Fuck!” You cry out, your orgasm exploding through your entire body, lifting your body upward and then back down again. “Yoongi. Yoongi.” You pant, way past the point of overstimulation.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking hot.” Yoongi pops up, his face wet with your climax. He immediately undoes his belt and pants, dropping them to the ground. He tugs his weeping cock from his underwear, slapping it against your soaked pussy. “God, I can't wait to feel you around my cock.” He breaths out, entering you with ease due to the massive amounts of slick left behind from your multiple orgasms. You both cry out with every inch of his length that fills your greedy core. “It gets better every time.” He breathes against your bosom. He drags you closer to his body and you wrap your legs tighter around his waist. He wastes no time slamming his hard cock in and out of your gobbling center. He shudders against your flesh, your quivering walls his kryptonite. He reaches one of his large hands up to your top and yanks the tight bodice down to free one of your breasts. He immediately latches his mouth around your erect nipple, tugging and suckling on it, never losing his manic pace.

You moan and groan wildly, clawing at his clothed back, needing more of him. “Yoongi, faster.” He unlatches from your bosom, lifting his head to kiss your collar bone. “Always so greedy for my cock. Just dying for me to coat your walls with my cum?” “Fuck yes!” He stands tall, never pulling out, instead grabbing your throat and pulling you into the seated position. He leaves his hand around your neck, staring deeply into your eyes. “Fuck yourself on my cock.” His whispers against your lips, taking you into a deep kiss. He stills and you quickly take to gripping the edge of the table, you lift your hips off the table a bit and take to gliding across his cock. Yoongi drops his gaze to watch his cock disappear and reappear from within you. You’re a moaning mess, your reawakened clit more than enjoying the stimulation brought on by Yoongi’s amazing girth.

“That’s it kitten, milk my cock.” He shudders, looking deep into your eyes now. “I love you.” You mewl. “Say it again baby.” He moans, pulling you closer by your neck to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you Yoongi.” “I love you too kitten. Only you. Only me. Forever.” He grunts, gripping your hips with both hands and picking up his pace. He begins to pound into your cunt like a man wild. You rest your forehead against his, whispering how much you love him. He arches his back, his hips at a new, delicious angle. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, digging your hand into his thick silver mane. “I’m close.” You whisper. “Me too.” He smirks, lowering a hand between you both to rub your sensitive nub. “Oh God, Yoongi.” You cry, your eyes rolling back into your head. Your third orgasm hitting you harder than the first two. Your cunt seizes and you both moan loudly at the pressure it puts on Yoongi’s length. His movements falter for a moment but he recovers fast, moving his hips fast, chasing his climax. “Fuck kitten. Your pussy feels so good. I’m going to cum so fucking hard.” He strains, his head falling back, a long wail escaping his opened mouth.

You whine at the amazing feeling of his twitching cock coating your walls. Yoongi latches onto your mouth hard, pushing his member deeper inside you, his tip pressing against your cervix. You moan into his mouth, feeling his seed spill out and down your ass. He releases your lips, kissing your cheeks, and then your forehead. “I love you so much kitten. I promise to be better, no more miscommunications.” “Thank you Yoongi. I love you too so much. Should we check in with Jin and Jungkook?” He shakes his head. “No kitten. They don’t matter right now. Only you matter. Only us.” You nod, kissing him before wrapping your body around his. He pulls you close, and you’ve never felt safer.

[themangolorian]

look how long this love can hold its breath

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

pairing: javier peña x reader

summary: (slow burn/fake married) When Pablo Escobar escalates his war on Colombian law enforcement, the DEA is getting desperate to pin down his location. Reader is forced to go undercover with another agent, one she can’t stand, Javier Peña. Worst of all, she’ll have to try to infiltrate the Cali Cartel while pretending to be Peña’s wife.

warnings: mild language

a/n: i know it’s a generally overdone trope but i couldn’t resist doing my own version of fake married Javi with a pretty antagonistic reader. hope you all enjoy!

You’d been assigned to an undercover assignment of sorts. You were infiltrating the Cali Cartel. Sort of. The mission was simply to gain inside information on Escobar’s whereabouts. To finally bring that hijoeputa down.

The only problem was your assigned partner.

Javier fucking Peña.

You’d never worked with him, but you knew his reputation as a womanizer. His machismo. And, worst of all, he was an American.

You’d encountered him briefly on separate occasions in the briefing room and each time he’d rubbed you the wrong way. He had a habit of talking over you and every other woman in the unit. Well, honestly, him and his partner Murphy liked to talk over everyone but- to put it plainly, you didn’t like Javier Peña.

“What’s the plan?” You asked in your typical no-nonsense way as you joined him and Murphy in the briefing room.

Incredibly, the up aboves had put these two pendejos in charge of the operation.

“Hola amor,” Peña lilted at you with a smirk from his seat across from you, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

You glared at him. “What the fu-.”

“You’re married.” Murphy tossed the manila envelope on the table in your direction, interrupting your outburst.

He knew you and Peña got on each others’ nerves. This was his way of avoiding the inevitable bickering. It was a shitty way of doing so though.

You cursed under your breath as you fell into a chair and swept the envelope open.

The other two were quiet as your eyes scanned the documents.

“Fuck no.” You pushed the papers containing your’s and Peña’s aliases back at them.

Señor y Señora Villalobos. Dealers disguised as diamond salespeople. Married. To each other.

“Told you.” Peña told Murphy, his tone all-knowing.

“Cállate,” you snarled at Peña.

“You first,” he glared back.

“Hey,” Murphy exclaimed. He rested the tip of his index finger on the files and glared at you both now.

“This isn’t a request. These are orders.” He rubbed at his mustache and this time directed his gaze at you. “You either follow the mission or find another job.”

You glared from him to Peña who didn’t meet your gaze, too busy staring at a point on the table.

You threw your hands up in defeat, reached across and snatched the folder then huffed out of the room, muttering all the while. “Estos tontos Americanos vienen a mi país y piensen que tengo miedo de ellos, malparidos...”

Murphy looked from your retreating figure to Peña who was watching you walk away with amusement in his eyes. “What was that? What did she say?”

“She’ll do it,” Peña said, smirking. He stood and picked up his own file. “And learn Spanish while I’m gone, cabrón.”

Peña rapped Steve on the arm with the file affectionately and then he was gone.

Steve rubbed his face again, tiredly, worried that given the short fuses of both you and Peña, the DEA was making a huge mistake.

*****

“¡Apúúúúúúrateeee!” You dragged the word out, tapping your foot impatiently against the brake.

You were in an agency assigned car waiting around the corner from Peña’s flat for the pendejo to come outside so you could start the long drive to Cali.

Finally.

He threw his bag into the backseat then slid onto the passenger’s seat.

“Amor,” he greeted you with a sardonic smile as he slipped his sunglasses on.

“¿Y por qué tardaste tanto?” You ignored the stupid nickname he was no doubt using to taunt you in order to ask him what had taken him so long.

“I couldn’t find the rings.” He held up a shiny golden wedding band, and you saw a matching one already around his own finger.

For a beat you merely glared at the ring as if all of this was its fault, then you were taking it and roughly sliding it onto your own finger.

“Careful,” Peña said as he inclined his seat so he could sleep. “Keep being so charming and all the narcos are going to want to marry you.”

You revved the engine and took off jerkily, turning the volume of the radio up to drown him out.

The trip was a long one. You both took turns driving. Peña kept turning down the radio while you drove so he could sleep, and you kept changing the station while he was driving. You argued over where to eat and what temperature to keep the air at or whether to open the windows.

“We’re supposed to be married, not divorced,” he’d quipped at you once while he was driving after you’d knocked his hand out of the way of your water bottle as you reached for it.

You turned the heater up then, knowing it would bother him, even though you were already sweltering. He left it though, too stubborn to engage you at your game.

Until you opened your window. Then he was slamming the shut off button for the heater.

You glared at him...then- A mansion outside his window caught your eye. You watched it whiz past.

“What?” He slowed and turned the radio volume down.

“You passed it.” You sat back in your seat. “Coño.” You muttered under your breath.

He pulled the car over. When he let the car idle instead of turning around, you looked at him to see him already watching you, sunglasses off.

“What?”

“This is it. One wrong move and we’re both dead.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. You glared fiercely his way. “Are you reminding me how to do my job, Peña?”

He sighed. “Just- I know we don’t get along, but this weekend, we don’t have a choice.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look just because you swooped in from the grand US of A to save all us heathens,” you fluttered your hands mockingly, “doesn’t mean I need you to remind me of my job. I’ve been doing this for longer. If anyone in this car understands what’s at stake, it’s me.” You finished, angry.

“That why you hate me so much?” He asked thoughtfully in a tone so soft you had to look at his face to discern his intent for asking.

He wasn’t glaring anymore. If anything, he seemed curious.

“I don’t hate you,” you muttered but your tone belied your words.

He chuckled. “That’s a good start.” He started turning the car around. “Amor.” He added and suddenly you were fuming again.

*****

The introductions with the narcos and their wives went well enough, better even than you’d hoped. They accepted you as one of their own. It wasn’t hard for you to fit in, you were Colombiana to the bone. Peña on the other hand… But he’d sold it well. Almost too well. This had been your first opportunity at seeing how much he’d picked up during his time in Colombia so far. And it seemed like he’d picked up a lot.

Peña hadn’t been wrong when he’d indicated some of the narcos would take an interest in you. They greeted you both warmly, but their hands enveloped yours tightly and their eyes lingered just a moment too long. You thought Peña must have noticed too, and surely he worried that allowing such blatant flirting would endanger your cover.

That must have been why you suddenly felt his arm encircling your bare shoulders. You tried not to tense in surprise, so much so that you let yourself relax against him in a natural manner. He continued the pretense, kissing your forehead as he made a joke with the narcos about keeping the wife happy.

Inside, though, you were having a crisis and you hoped the look on your face was one caught between amused and loving. A shock had gone through you when Peña’s lips had met your skin. His act was so convincing; how was he so good at this?

You thought back to the first stop you’d made earlier on in the car drive. When you’d gotten out of the car, Peña had whistled softly upon seeing your sundress, warming your cheeks and angering you simultaneously. But he’d said nothing else. And you’d thought on it during the ensuing drive. Normally you wore suits to the office, pants and skirts, but suits all the same. And you’d made a point of never going out with Peña or Murphy. So he’d never seen you in anything else. Against your will, you wondered what the whistle had meant. Not that you cared, but you didn’t need to add one more thing to the long list of things you already had to think about.

You smothered the thoughts. They were distracting and unnecessary and right now you were lucky that Peña was so good at this because he was carrying you both.

As you trailed the narcos out back to sit and have drinks by the pool, you slipped your arm around his waist, needing to carry your weight in the farce and not wanting to have to hear later from Peña about what you should have done.

“Así,” you heard him murmur approvingly.

You dug your nails into his side and heard him grunt in pain.

Your smile then at the wife of one of the narcos holding out a drink for you was genuine.

You spent an hour bantering back and forth with the other couples.

If you didn’t know any better, you would think Peña was happily married in his private life. He played the part perfectly.

As you were both sitting at the poolside table, he would reach over absently and take your fingers in his. The first time a jolt went through you again. But you took the cue. You alternated touches. You would rest your hand on his thigh. You swore he jumped the first time you did that, but he hid it well. He took long draws from your glass. Once he even fed you an olive. If you didn’t know any better, he was enjoying torturing you. He knew you hated olives. But the gesture drew laughs from the men and awwws from the women. It was then you noticed how they were swooning over Peña. It upset you only because you realized that if the pinche idioto was in the position to do it, he’d sleep with all their wives.

Finally and blessedly, your hosts suggested that you two retire to your room before dinner. Peña was to join the other men in Pacho’s office just before dinner for a discussion. You assumed that was when any useful information would be recovered. You realized then that you were here more for decoration than anything.

You fumed as you let Peña lead you by the hand up the mansion’s grand staircase. You both followed the housekeeper who led you to your room.

You dropped Peña’s hand the second the door closed behind you. He gave you a look but then the two of you were scouring the room, searching for any hidden recording devices. You shook your head at him, but he put his finger to his lips and tilted his head toward the bathroom. You raised your hands questioningly but followed him all the same.

He was reaching into the shower and turning it on full blast.

“¿Qué haces?” You hissed at his ear, having to get close to be heard.

“We don’t know for sure it’s clear. We only talk freely like this.” He murmured into your ear, his breath tickling your skin. You shivered involuntarily at the sensation.

You both established that your cover had been bought. And what most likely awaited him at the meeting. You left him to take a shower and went to lounge on the bed.

Several minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened releasing a wall of steam and-

You sat up, glaring, “What are you doing?”

Peña put a finger to his lips furiously. “Adonde está mi maleta, amor?” His sweet tone was a direct contradiction to the furrow in his brow. He shook his head at you, gesturing to his suitcase as if to ask how you expected him to get dressed without clothes.

“Allí, corazón.” You said for show, just in case, glaring at him as he took his time going through his bag to find an outfit. Your eyes tried not to linger on his bare skin and the way water from the shower trickled down his toned back.

You averted your eyes when he turned back, but he was smiling as if he knew you’d been watching him, so you flipped over on the bed to face the other direction.

When Peña left the room with the sound of a fake kiss, you were too nervous to sit still. You had to get ready for dinner anyway. But you were anxious all the same. Your cover could be blown at any second. You stored a handgun under the bathroom sink before getting into the shower and kept an ear out for any strange noises. But nothing happened. You dressed and put your perfume and makeup on. Still Peña was absent. You slid a smaller gun into the holster on your inner thigh and went to join the other wives wherever they were.

They turned out to be in a bar off the kitchen. Luckily already tipsy and talkative. They handed you a drink, but you took only tiny sips as you engaged them in conversation. You struck gold when one of them brought up Tata, Escobar’s wife. They were gossiping over who had a better kitchen. You hung onto every word while providing input as shallowly as possible. Apparently your and Peña’s kitchen was inlaid with marble and dark hickory wood.

Nothing they said gave up the location of the Escobars though and the subject soon turned to jewelry, at which point the women fawned over the diamond necklace provided to you by the agency. Which was your cue to try to sell them diamonds.

Soon enough the staff came in to lead you all to the formal dining room where the men were waiting. They all stood but it was Peña’s face you were focused on.

His lips parted when he saw you and his brow smoothed over. His eyes traveled from yours down along your entire figure. You couldn’t help but get the slightest bit flustered. You avoided his gaze, but he was coming your way to take your hand and lead you over to the seat next to his. It was strange. Surrounded as you both were by actual enemies, it felt like you were the only two in the room. It confused you and irritated you, but you managed to catch your breath again once you were seated at the dinner table. You ignored Peña’s dark eyes on you and took a long sip from your wine glass, trying to focus on the mission at hand.

“Not too much,” you heard him whisper as you placed the wine glass back down.

And there he was.

Underneath the table, you adjusted your feet, “accidentally” stepping on his shoe with one sharp heel.

The curse he muttered in pain under his breath had you smiling as you dove into the conversation, ready to take on a room full of the people who had played the bad guys in your life for so long.

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