#If it doesn't like you or Rosie is angry it will bite your fingers off.

[thenarryparable]

Rosie and whatever the hell is the vine creature growing out of their hand (it growls) are the best duo. Ever.

[shotmrmiller]

Alpha!Ghost x F!Omega Reader

they're still werewolves. they're shifters, yeah? idk forgive me if im inaccurate in literally anything here i just got excited and here we are.

tw: im pretty sure dub-con with the knotting.

Ghost commanded Soap to toss everything you might've owned in that cozy, little flat of yours. He made sure that there was nothing for you to go back to.

You belong to with him.

Once he brought you back, you locked yourself in your room. You ignored everyone and Soap told him that you wouldn't even eat— leaving your food untouched outside your door.

Ghost let you be angry with him, but not eating was unacceptable.

When he went to go see you, he didn't even bother knocking.

"Open this door." When he didn't get a response from you, he slammed his palm against it once.

"Now," he growled.

When you cracked the door open, his nostrils flared, and almost lost control of his human form in his rage. His vision was starting to go fuzzy at the edges, his lip curling to expose his teeth that had begun to lose their blunt shape.

Ghost was murderous. "You left me t'be with another."

He saw your throat bob as you swallowed. "No, Ghost, I didn't. I left because I heard what you told Soap. How I'm just a dalliance, that I- hey!"

Ghost cut you off with his claw-tipped hand, grabbing your jaw firmly, turning your head side to side, inspecting. "You let him scent ya?"

He felt your jaw clenching under his touch and could smell the salty scent of your indignant tears. "I suppressed my scent, not my heats."

The implication of what you just said had him digging his claws into your soft, delicate skin— puncturing it.

With his hand, he forcibly pushed you back into your room as he walked forward, slamming the door closed with his boot.

"Yeah? He help ya, did he?" Ghost squeezed your jaw tighter, making you whimper from the pain. "Did he have ya drenched with slick the way I do, pet? Hm?"

He pulled you close to hiss into your ear. "Did ya beg for his knot the way you did me? Did his cock reach tha’ rough little spot inside of your cunt tha’ has your eyes rolling to the back of your head?"

Ghost flicked the pointed tip of your ear with his warm tongue, knowing exactly what it did to you, he could smell it. "I bet he didn't feel your pussy tighten around him like a vice as you came. I bet he didn't even get ya fucking close to coming."

Another sound slipped past your lips— this time synonymous with the drool-worthy scent in the air. Aroused. Delicious. He had to gulp down an almost mouth full of saliva to continue.

"I know he had no idea how to handle you. He fucked ya, sure, but he doesn't know how you look as you bite your lip when I stretch ya on my cock to the absolute limit. He doesn't know what your face looks like as you're fucked stupid— slobbering onto the nest you made with my shirts while I took ya from behind."

You're a mewling, sloppy mess in his grasp and he hasn't even started. There's a rosy hue adorning your face, pink mouth slightly open, but it's how you look at him that has his massive cock twitching painfully inside of his trousers— almost has him losing control.

They're glassy, hazy with lust. You're looking at him like he's the only thing that matters. 

Your heat's begun.

That pathetic alpha will never know the sounds you made when Ghost held you against the wall and prodded your entrance with his fingers, absolutely drenching his hand, slick dripping down to his wrist.

He'll never know how you choked on your breath when Ghost sank you onto his rigid length until he felt the entrance of your womb. He won't know the wails you let out as Ghost fucked you, won't know the way your nails scored his scarred back when he ground his cock against your cervix, feeling it lightly pinch the tip of his head.

He'll never the way you moaned into his kiss, tasting the inside of your mouth with his tongue, or the way you cried from pleasure when he began to aim for your sweet spot. He’ll never know how tight your pussy walls clamp down on him as you climax, leaving a white frothy cream at his swelling base.

Ghost pushes your head up against the wall because he wants to see your face as he starts to nudge against your abused cunt, and the way your face contorted into a pained ecstasy when he pushed past the resistance with a pop— knotting you as he fills you with his cum. Bonding you.

You've always been his. You knew it too, otherwise, you would've done better at hiding from him.

Ghost leans in to lick your neck, tongue pressing into the firm swell of your gland, sharp canines grazing.

Another time.

He smoothly maneuvers himself so that he's sitting against the wall that's got a crack in it, whoops, without tugging on where you are both connected.

Ghost looks down at you and notices your pupils are blown wide as you gaze up at him, and his chest begins to rumble, infinitely pleased.

Days later, Ghost only sticks his head out of your room which is heady with the smell of heat and arousal, and calls for Soap with a sibilant whistle.

Ghost gives him orders which Soap nods to with a feral grin spread on his face, and leaves. Soon, there will only be one alpha that knows what you look like in your heat at all.

[yanverse]

i would let ilya do illegal things to my cervix, that man is so hot.

oh? :)

(cws: DDNE, gn!darling, noncon, hate sex, blood as lube, knives, impact play, choking, biting, degradation)

"Shut up, just shut up," he huffs in your ear. he says it like he's not half the problem; like the squeaking of the dense bedframe and the sloppy shluck shluck shluck shluck of his hips wetly kissing your ass isn't as noisy as you are. your plump lips swollen from hungry kisses and nips that aren't playful anymore, but possessive--they quiver between Ilya's fingers as his grip loosens somewhat, but when he forces his hand back hard over your mouth the cycle repeats all over again.

his eyes are redder than usual today. a rosy scarlet dyed to a crimson hue. they're dark and angry and they scare you but only a little bit, just a little, cause that pinprick of fear makes you clench harder around him when he bears down on you with that solemn glare. you're a pain in his ass.

so he wants to be a pain in yours.

"you're going to lick it when I'm done here," a growl rumbles through his pale throat, doused in scratches and bite marks. not from you, not today, but from the last inmate on death row who gave him more problems than satisfaction at execution. some of them can be wily, but few ever really manage to retaliate. "no teeth this time."

maybe he had his mind occupied by the stunt you'd pulled the night before. pretending to orgasm, in the hopes he wouldn't drag it out as long as usual? it was a new low for you. it pissed him off. but not quite as much as you biting his finger when he tries to grab your jaw open.

"ah-!" a gasp rips out of him, secondary only to the harsh, echoing smack of his open palm coming down on your cheek. you can barely get a squeak of breath out as his other hand clamps around your throat, which makes the sound of his next slap with a backhand ring torturously in your ears. "don't you ever pull that again!" Ilya yanks you up by the throat no more than an inch from his nose, seething. "you little shit."

still buried within you, he can no doubt feel the distant pulse of your heartbeat through his groin. it gets thicker when he sees blood, tastes it--there's beads of it bubbling at the teeth marks on his finger. Ilya sighs, groans quietly in the interim of silence. the blood smudges his lips as he sucks on the pulsing wound. something twitches inside you. when his smirk stretches wide and slow across his face, it's obvious that you're in for an even rougher time.

Ilya throws you over on your stomach, cock swollen and aching when he drags it out with a vile squelch. you can't quite see what he's doing from over your shoulder, you're so tuckered out, but you can hear it. the gradual slice of a blade across flesh, the soft hah, ah of pain as Ilya grits his teeth. the wet sliding of flesh on flesh when he brings his hand down and it's sticky, warm with fresh blood that he soaks his stiff length in before fingering into you as if he's performing some kind of demonic sacrifice. the knife clatters to the floor behind him like a ritualistic drumbeat.

"use your teeth if you want." he mutters against your ear as his lithe body slots up against your back, knees poised by your thighs for him to settle his weight down on top of you. no escape. his toned arm comes around and his bicep halts in front of your face--but the grip of his long fingers tightening in your hair is in no way comforting. it isn't a cushion, his body, but a barrier. a wall between you and escape. "you'll want more lube in a little bit anyways."

how ominous. but you couldn't be serene with the elf's dark smirk curving against your ear, and the confidence with which he presses your legs apart to slide in--because you don't get a break, and he doesn't care if you can't take it all. that's not an option for his little sex doll, despite you believing you seriously deserve any rights, which is just laughable. this is what you were made for, so you just have to shut up and take him like a good, obedient pet.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Can we talk about dad jack? Him with his mini me at night trying to sneak ice cream. They keep shushing him so they don't get caught but they don't know you know they're awake 🤧

ICE CREAM BUST

Umm yes please. I'm going to starting calling the girl Rosie always

"daddy, we gotta be quiet." Rosie whispered as she opened up the freezer drawer. Jack giggled and watched as she took an ice cream bar out of the fridge.

"ok, let's share it." Jack suggested as he picked her up and placed her on the counter. She watched as he opened it and took a bite. She followed his action taking a bite out of the vanilla and chocolate sandwich. A little mhmm fell from her lips as she ate it . Jack laughed, but it was too loud for Rosie's liking. "Jack, shhhh!" She put her finger on her lips.

Jack gasped at what she just said. "My name isn't jack little mamas. My name is daddy." Jack took another bite off the ice and looked down at his baby.

"well mommy calls you that when she's upset with you." Rosie said as she bite the ice cream that was almost gone.

Jack smiled as he shook his head. She was going to be the death of him.

"ok, but only mommy can call me that Ro. You call me daddy always even when you're angry."

Rosie nodded before taking one last bite of the ice cream in Jack's hand. "Ok, all gone."

"ok." Jack took her off the counter and placed her back on the ground. "Let's go to bed now. Hopefully mommy doesn't suspect anything."

As jack and Rosie walked to the the stairs they stopped and noticed you standing at the top with your arms crossed over your chest."

"uh oh."

[love-toxin]

kinktober day 16 - nagito komaeda.

warnings: femdom, noncon, handcuffs/binding, gags, dirty talk, degradation, hate sex, facesitting, unprotected sex, afab reader.

word count: 1.1k

"They should have killed you instead." 

His hoodie stretches taut against his body as you yank on it, using it as leverage to pull him over to lay on his back, cuffed hands digging into his back and forcing a whimper from around his cloth gag. It's soaked with spit and left painful-looking rosy indents from keeping it in all night, but that would only bother you if he deserved any kind of mercy in the first place.

It would be so easy to kill him, you have no doubt he'd beg for it if you took his gag off right now. But he'd do so with those doe-eyes and spit trailing down his chin and you really can't stomach that right now. He's just lucky you aren't quite angry enough to rip his life from him--but you still need to exorcise your body of all these emotions running hot inside the pit of your stomach. 

And he's not gonna be saying "no" anytime soon. 

Komaeda struggles with wide eyes when you grab him by the belt, but his expression softens and his wiggling ceases when the buckle breaks with his weight and you tug his zipper down. You don't even need to spend precious time teasing him into stiffness, as soon as you work his pants down his hips his cock hardens and twitches to attention, a damp spot forming in the tent of his checkered boxers. You're not in a hurry but you don't have all the time in the world either, daylight will come in a few hours and you don't want to be anywhere near this place by then. Getting off shouldn't take too long….but then again, it's Komaeda. Who knows how well a creep like him will perform, but in your experience the most desperate ones usually do pretty well. You'll just have to see. 

Lifting your skirt is a mistake. You didn't bother wearing panties since you knew what you were gonna get up to, and the moan muffled around the fabric in his mouth is still so loud you almost pinch him to shut him up. He immediately starts trying to hump you and gets a sharp slap that echoes in the empty room, his cheek clearly stinging and red but his face betraying how excited it makes him. You can almost hear what he'd be saying right now if he could.

"Please, fuck me!"

"Trash like me doesn't deserve to say no…"

"Keep going, even if I sob for mercy!" 

He's pathetic and his eyes say it all. He trembles violently when you gingerly slide his boxers down, taking care not to touch his dick with your fingers and quickly wiping them off on his pants when you do. His chest is heaving with deep breaths when you finally throw your leg over his hip and straddle him, just barely teasing the tip as you hover over him and let him try to rut against you. 

"Not so fast. Make an effort to please me first, or else I'll break your fucking dick." 

Tears finally spill from his eyes and Komaeda keens so loudly, sneakered feet scrabbling for purchase on the ground beneath him as you roll your hips over the head and let yourself drip down the length of his cock. And when you finally lower yourself down and bite your lip at how he surprisingly spreads you out quite a bit, the boy beneath you sobs with babbled cries you can't make out and bucks his hips in a frenzied attempt to chase the pleasure you've bestowed upon him. 

How annoying. You seat your palm against the side of his head and thread your fingers into the soft locks of his bone-white hair, your grip like iron as you shove his cheek to the ground and start riding him in a way he will never deserve. Your pussy sucks him up on every drag and Komaeda starts thrashing even more than he did before, and you do truly wonder if he's begging you to stop behind that gag soaked in spit and tears. 

But who cares. As long as there's no visible marks nobody will know what you did to him--and based on how thick his cock is and the breathy moans that slip from your lips on every bounce, you might end up making this a habit. It'll only be a blessing for this trashbag to get some good pussy for the last days leading up to his death, even if it means having to spare some undeserved attention just long enough to cream all over the cock stirring up your guts. 

"I'll have you whenever I want you," 

You gasp, grinding down on each thrust now as he bucks to meet you halfway, snagging your clit each time and inadvertently causing you to throw your head back and your cunt to clench down on him. 

"You're gonna be my little pet, huh? Stick with me and I'll let you hump me again." 

You can't help the grin spreading across your face when Nagito nods furiously below you, pleasure written all over his flushed face as he lets himself be stroked by the soft, plush warmth of your pussy. And it's about as much he can take by this point too--he can't warn you of what's coming until it's too late, and you can't pull yourself off in time before he starts shooting off loads inside you with a dazed expression on his face, thighs trembling as he creams you so hard it spills down your legs and gushes all over his lap when you finally pry yourself off and look down at the mess. 

"Stupid bitch! You think you can just cum inside me without permission?" 

You're so tempted to turn him over and beat his ass red as punishment, but a better idea strikes you. The gag tears off with strong fingers and Komaeda sucks in a deep breath of air, his voice hazy as he moans a warbled "I love you" as you kneel over his face and hover above his lolling tongue. 

"Whatever. Watch the teeth, slut--you're gonna suck all this slime out, and then you're not gonna stop sucking on my clit until I cum all over your face." 

He doesn't get a chance to reply this time, not when his face is forcibly buried in your creamy cunt and his senses are overwhelmed with your scent. At the very least he obeys quickly, and puts his tongue to work immediately on your slit that swiftly puts you at ease and causes your body to relax, your fingers tangling in his hair much more gently this time. 

At least he's good for one thing. Depending on how hard you cum, you might feel obliged to keep him alive just for that very reason, and he can start repaying his debt to you all for forcing you into this damned mess in the first place. 

[freakynct]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom!nana, unprotected sex, praising, pantie kink i guess and very light teasing

having jaemin home after tours and promotions was always the most anticipated moment of the month. you were both so charged up with emotion and passion and the biggest crave for each other. there was barely any time to talk as the longing for replacing the kisses that were stolen from you during all this time occupied your lips. hands desperately wandering each other's bodies, pulling each other closer and filling up the gap between you. clothes that were quickly scattered all over the floor and soft noises that were evident of the tension that grew during those three simple weeks.

"have you been good for me, princess?" jaemin gasped, finally entering you, feeling your warm walls clench around him like it was the first time he fucked you. he moaned softly against your neck, leaving kisses all over the surface as his hands trailed and kneaded every bit of your soft skin as if he could lose you at any second.

"yes, nana." you whimpered, eyes closed and legs wrapped around his body, desperately trying to pull him closer, trying to feel him just a little deeper. jaemin trailed kisses all the way up to your lips, caressing your hair and then your cheek so gently as he smiled down at you, his hips still moving against you which made the task of keeping your eyes open so much harder.

"of course you were. my good girl." the kiss he gave you was so loving and his voice so gentle that your stomach fluttered and a moan was transfered to his soft lips.

you tried desperately to grab onto him as he increased the speed of his thrusts, making them deeper and harder, your little hands holding onto his biceps for any type of support, feeling the muscles underneath your fingertips flexing and tensing up.

"f-fuck... nana..." the word left your lips without you even realizing, so gone in the feeling of jaemin inside you. you heard him tsk you and felt his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, his movements slowing down the slightest bit, but it was enough to make you whine at it.

"my princess has gotten such a potty mouth since i've left." jaemin cooed at you, pouting as you noticed him reaching over to grab something, but your eyes were still half open and too focused on the soft facial features in front of you. "i really can't leave you alone, can i baby?" you felt his thumb applying more pressure on your bottom lip. "open those pretty lips for nana, c'mon." and you had no other choice but to part your lips, feeling him stuff your mouth with your baby pink lacy panties, making you let go of a whine, your eyes finding his that couldn't hide the excitement of the view in front of him. "there you go, that's my good little princess." he smirked, caressing your hair as he picked up his pace again, ripping a muffled moan out of you. "you have to learn not to have such a dirty mouth." he murmured before attaching his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, leaving rosy marks all over it, just the way he liked.

his groans and moans were getting more prominent, louder, and you knew that meant he was close. how could he not be? he missed this feeling so much. the way you clenched around him, your soft skin, your sweet little moans. he had gone way too long without it and he was overwhelmed with it now. and so were you. he could feel it. your body squirming under him, your legs pulling him closer and your breathing getting heavier. jaemin's lips left gentle kisses over your warm cheeks as he buried himself deeper inside you, making you whimper loudly, trying to call his name.

"what is that, baby?" he asked, smirking at the way your words were swallowed up by the fabric of your panties. "want me to take it out?" he tilted his head as you nodded yours rapidly. "alright." and with that said jaemin started pulling out of you, chuckling as he heard your angry and desperate whine and you knew he was just teasing you. as you went to grab the panties from your mouth, out of desperation to say something, jaemin quickly stopped you, grabbing your wrist tightly in his hand and holding it next to your head. you noticed how his expression changed into a serious and stern one which gave you chills all over your body.

"you weren't going to take them out of your mouth without my permission, were you?" he asked, his eyes burning into yours. you shook your head 'no' but you knew it was too late. jaemin was always sweet to you but he hated when you disobeyed him. before you even noticed he had you flipped onto your stomach and you felt the tip of his cock lining up with your entrance once again.

"why do you make me do this, baby? am i not good enough with you? don't i treat you well?" you cried out as you felt him slowly sliding inside you again. "then why do you test me? hm? why do you make me be this way with you? you know nana doesn't like it, princess." he cooed before pounding into you harder and faster, his hand placed over the small of your back to keep you in place as your little hands held the sheets, moans and whimpers spilling out of you, still muffled by the fabric in your mouth.

you felt jaemin's body laying gently over yours and his lips leaving one small kiss over the back of your shoulder. you took advantage of the situation to turn your head to the side, catching jaemin's eyes and making him see how desperate you were. you felt his fingers in your hair again, caressing it and your head involuntarily moved back to lean against it.

"my pretty baby." he whispered, still thrusting inside you, a bit slower now so you could feel all of him, hard and throbbing. "can i trust you, princess? will you be good for nana?" his eyes were so big and shiny that you lost yourself in them for a bit before quickly nodding your head. he smiled warmly at you before taking the panties out of your mouth, making you gasp and throwing them on the floor.

"nana..." you finally called out, your head falling on the bed and your eyes closing.

"yes, baby." he gently said, moving a strand of your hair away from your face.

"i want to kiss you." you whined, hearing him softly chuckling at your cute words and you mumbled when he slid off of you again, turning you on your back and pulling you closer to him, lifting up legs till your knees were lined up with your chest, coming down until his face was only a few centimeters away from yours.

"wanna kiss nana?" he smirked, biting down on his lip as he watched you nod your head desperately. his lips touched yours at the same time that he pushed himself inside you again, causing you to moan against his mouth. this time he didn't slow down. he kept his thrusts consistent, trying to hit as deep as possible, his tongue playing with yours in a messy but loving kiss that only brought even more pleasure to you.

"you feel so good, princess." he moaned out, the kiss getting even sloppier as you grabbed onto him, feeling the burning sensation in your stomach intensifying and your orgasm nearing.

"nana... wanna cum..." you whimpered and your words sounded all too cute to jaemin, that smiled down at you and kept hitting that one spot inside you that he knew made you go crazy.

"cum for nana, baby." he gave you a last quick kiss on your lips before watching you come undone under him, body squirming and shaking, and hands that tried grabbing desperately onto him. you heard him gasp just seconds later, his head buried on the crook of your neck as he groaned and came as well. the warm liquid filled you up and you realized just how much you missed feeling like this. jaemin lifted himself up, slowly pulling his cock out of you and watching his cum drip out, his eyes shining with the sight in front of him.

"so pretty."

[buckyjamess-archive]

𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

a/n: keep writing reader as the villain of the story, about time this man screws up • wordcount: 1.3k • warnings: kids, babies, parenthood, cheating, alcohol, bucky being an idiot, mentions of sex, blink and you'll miss it.

summary

going through rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

masterlist

He shouldn't be here. He promised himself to never wake up in this bed again, ever and yet he finds himself sitting on the edge of the memory foam mattress, soft lilac blankets underneath his naked thighs. The smell of the room is familiar but it's not you, not Rosie, not JJ, not home.

He should've stayed home, told you he didn't need a boys night out because he deserved just that– for taking care of the kids while you were a mess, not available and not there when he needed you the most. Yes, he deserved that but maybe the pub his friends had dragged him too was not the right place to be. 

She worked there. She who he had ended things with weeks before meeting you. She with a head of brown curls bouncing around her face, bright green eyes through thick lashes and the cute little dimples in her cheeks whenever she smiled so bright, nose covered in freckles on a sun-kissed canvas and god, if only her personality matched her looks, he would have fought for this one the way he's fighting for you and his family.

God, he was in love back then, one of the firsts he saw a future with. Like a bunch of teenagers, making the eyes of his friends roll with the lovey-dovey behavior– looking back at it made Bucky cringe. The first six months were amazing before her attitude took a 180 and changed for the worse. Possessive, jealous, lowkey crazy.

He wished to never bump into his ex Melissa ever again.

But he did and with the beers coming, alcohol running through his veins and the lack of real intimacy made his mind foggy. The hugs, the cuddles and stolen kisses were not cutting it anymore, he missed you in all other ways and Melissa was there to fix it, like an angel with a halo above her head and rays of light casting from behind her – guiding him straight to what he desired most. 

He shouldn't have been here. Your relationship was taking the right turn, amazing, a do over, like the beginning. The acceptance letter to that nursing school you applied for and your weekly visits with your therapist did wonders for you. Giving bucky back the girl he so deeply fell in love with and he put it all on the line for some sex. Sex he would've gotten if he just had asked you and even then he didn't have a reason to complain. His 7 months old son asking all your attention and a jealous rosie hanging around your leg nearly every hour of the day– you had the right to fall asleep as soon as your head hit a pillow.

"You know what they say; once a cheater, always a cheater."

Bucky clenches his jaw and bites the inside of his cheek, nails digging half moons in the skin of his palms as his hands turn into fists– god, all the reason why he dumper her coming back up.

"I never cheated on you." He hisses through gritted teeth, back still turned to her. 

Melissa snorts "pretty sure you left me for that baby mama of yours." 

"We were long done before that," bucky spats back "for reasons. You being a pain in the ass being one of them." 

"That's not what you said last night." 

God, he didn't even call you or send a text. A shit excuse of staying with a friend for the night, too drunk to get home while he knew damn well he wasn't going home with them.

"I can ask her you know- ask her why she doesn't want to have sex with you anymore." 

Bucky nearly gives himself a whiplash with the force he turns his head around to meet with the green eyes of the half naked woman on the other side of the bed with a smug smile on her face. Playing with her phone in her hand. 

"Don't you fucking dare." 

"She has a right to know bucky." Melissa smiles wickedly "she has the right to know you slept with your ex." 

"I'll tell her myself." Bucky hisses again "I don't need you for that." 

"y/n, right?" Melissa quips, phone stills in her hand as she unlocks it with a swipe of her finger "I think I've seen her Instagram before– gotta say Barnes, the boy looks like you." 

"Melissa, I'm begging you." Bucky sighs "please, I'll tell her myself." 

I'll tell her myself– only if he believed that lie himself. 

A date night, some one on one, some time alone is all what was needed to fill the missing gaps in your relationship. Both kids off to spend the night with bucky his family; just you and him. 

Dinner at your favorite sushi bar before strolling through the city hand in hand, catching a movie the both of you were dying to see followed by a round of beer at the first bar you stumbled upon and right back home– a trail of clothes leading from the kitchen, too desperate. Hands on each other and whispered sweet little nothings. Skin to skin. Raw. Real. Perfect.

But his mind couldn't help and wander to last week; tangled up in his ex her arms under thin sheets in a familiar bed. Mind wandering back to that night, not because he couldn't get Melissa out if his head but the regret– he'd done the same thing tonight but with the real love of his life, the mother of his kid, his future wife but it eats him alive; you can do better than the lying man he is. He needs to tell the truth, it's the least you deserve but he can't. He can't lose what he has now, a future.

He wants that white picket fence outside of the city with a big garden for your babies to grow up in. He wants another mini him or mini you running around, maybe even two if life is that kind. He wants to be by your side through thick and thin, in sickness and health, the bad and the good. He wants to see you stroll down the aisle in that perfect dress. He wants to be a good father figure for rosie, the perfect father and perfect husband– he's put it all on the line for some bad sex with a woman he despised so much.

He can't but he needs to tell the truth. No lies.

The smell of sex is still stuck in the air and the rays of moonlight cast through the crack between the curtains, the sound of the city a background noise– his arm is asleep from where your head rests but bucky runs his hand through your hair and presses a kiss to the crown of your hair, taking in the warm fruity smell of your shampoo. Your naked body cuddles up to his, soft legs entangled with his and a soft and warm hand laying on his chest right near his heart.

you're asleep, have been for a while but he can't; his eyes on the ceiling, following the small cracks in the paint and the cobweb he missed earlier this week. 

Bucky once again finds himself preparing himself a.nd his stupid apology 'a drunken mistake' and 'it won't happen again' followed by a pathetic 'forgive me?' 

He hopes you're getting angry at him, call him names, cursing him, wishing you never met him, a big mistake– bucky simply cannot bear the thought of you crying over him, he doesn't deserve your tears, doesn't deserve you. But above all, he wishes things will turn out okay in the end; see you happy even if it means without him. You deserve that.

God, he needs to tell the truth. You'll find out one way or the other, if not from him it'll be Melissa herself. 

'Hey doll, we need to talk.'

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[turbulentt]

Ridin'

genre: smut | jaemin x fem!reader

word count: +1.7k

warnings: explicit content, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, oral (female receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, riding, power play, unprotected sex (play it safe kids)

summary: jaemin is your best friend and fuck buddy, you both act like you’re powerful tops but in the end you’re desperate for each other’s touch.

author’s notes: it’s sort of a special for the comeback lol

"Jaemin…" you whisper as your fingers trail the hard desk material. "What?" he doesn't even spare a look. You scoff at his unbelievable attitude and start pulling off your top, action he doesn't seem to notice.

"Jaemin," you call again, this time with a more stiff tone, demanding attention. "Wha-" he chokes on his own rudeness as his head turns to you "Fuck… stop"

You smirk amused. Jaemin seems lost on your skin as his eyes eat you up on sight. 

"But I haven't done anything…" you chant playfully turning his chair to you, purposely bending down so your breasts are at the same level as his hungry eyes "...yet."

His hands recklessly grab your hips and with one rough pull, you're sitting in his lap. You smile victoriously and adjust yourself in his lap, accidentally brushing your dripping core against his obvious bulge.

"What the..." he curiously lifts up your skirt and looks up at your face again "You must be fucking kidding me. You’re already this wet? Are you that desperate to be fucked?" 

His words make heat rise up your entire body and a whimper falls from your lips. 

"I’ll take that as a yes, you slut." your eyes widen at the name and Jaemin throws his head back laughing. Annoyed at his cockyness you try smacking his chest but he skillfully grabs your wrist. "Don't even try to hide it." he pulls you closer and attaches his lips to your ear "You say a lot of interesting stuff when you're drunk."

You turn your head to the side avoiding his gaze and he laughs once again. Here he is, the cocky bastard Jaemin you don't usually get to see often.

"Now you're shy?" he teases "Can't be a brat anymore, uh?"

You shut him up with a rough, desperate kiss that he, immediately, takes control of. Seems like dominant rough Jaemin is as desperate as you. With one slick movement, he picks you up slamming you on his desk. His lips part from yours suddenly leaving you breathless, only connecting the two of you by a strand of saliva, that Jaemin has to admit to be extremely sexy, even more with your plummed rosy lips half-open. All of this because of him.

"I'm giving you what you want. Aren't you happy?" a smirk forms on your lips and you nod "You fucking slut."

He forcefully leads you to sit on the edge of the desk and kneels down. You watch carefully all his movements and heat rises on your cheeks when he pokes his head under your skirt. 

"Jaemin…" you moan out lowly feeling his hot breath hitching your pussy. "Just stay still," he whispers while teasingly running a finger between your folds. You squirm and hold yourself up with trembling arms. 

Jaemin's tongue carefully roams your slit, drawing raspy moans from you, his hands resting on your thighs making sure they're wide open for him. Your hips buck forward when the tip of his tongue meets your clit and a shiver runs up your spine. 

"You're squirming so much. How pathetic," he says as his fingers grip your skin harder. "Stop… saying those things," you ask breathlessly. "Oh, but i recall you telling me how much you were into degradation." he leaves a long slow lick along your pussy before looking up. You stay quiet, childishly avoiding his gaze. 

"Nothing to say?" he chuckles "I don't need you to tell me it's true. I can tell by the way you're spread open for me right now."

You bite your lip containing a moan and Jaemin smirks, once again. He knows that by now his words have turned you on to the point you're soaking wet.

Hungrily, Jaemin decides to finally eat you out properly, he couldn't be patient anymore, not with your sweet scent intoxicating him. A loud moan exits your lips as you feel his tongue playing with your aching clit. With a shaky hand, you lift your skirt up allowing Jaemin to look at you while making you feel good. 

Curses fall from your lips as you feel two of his fingers sliding inside of you. Jaemin happily chants lows hums sending vibrations to your clit, making you slowly buck your hips almost riding his face.

His fingers start working faster, curling up, touching and teasing inside you. You let your head fall back, overwhelmed by the sensitivity his tongue and fingers cause you. 

"Jaem… one m-more…" you plea helplessly "One more finger…"

Jaemin chuckles at your request, the even stronger vibrations from the sound making you feel closer to release. Immediately, he takes his fingers away from you only to slam them back in, now with a third one. 

Your arms give in and you fall back completely on his desk, carelessly throwing some materials to the ground. His fingers thrust deeper and rougher inside you and your legs shake frantically as you feel yourself draw closer by the second.

"I’m gonna… g-gonna cum." you moan out. Your hips buck faster against Jaemin's smirky expression. When you start to shake helplessly, seconds away from cumming, Jaemin backs away from you.

"Oh for fuck's sake." you almost scream in frustration. You decide to finish it and lower your hand to touch yourself but Jaemin quickly gets hold of both your wrists and smiles at you viciously. 

"You deserve it. For being such a whore," he whispers next to your ear.

You look at him in shock, after all the times you two have had sex, Jaemin had never denied you an orgasm. He just liked to hear you scream his name too much. He must be very proud of himself by seeing you frustrated like this.

Your eyes meet his’ and you can even feel the cockyness in his gaze. Done with his attitude you free yourself from his grip and hop off the desk. Jaemin looks at you curiously, thinking to himself that you might be so angry that you’re leaving. No. Suddenly, you smash your hands against his chest making him fall back, directly onto the bed. He holds himself by his elbows and looks at you clueless.

“This is what whores do.” you smile innocently and slowly sit on his lap. “Let me at least take my clothes off.” he chuckles but you don’t let him out so easily.

Grabbing his wrists above his head and straddling his lap so he can’t leave, you just lean to kiss his cheek. 

His eyes widen as you start moving your hips, slow, strong movements that make him whimper by the pain his cock is feeling. Your lips meet his neck and desperately you start marking him all over, leaving kisses on top of every mark.

“F-fuck… you slut,” his moans are raspy, dragging out of his throat as he throws his head back in pleasure and frustration. “What is it, baby?” you mock him “Do you need something from this slut?” 

“D-don’t tease,” he bucks his hips up making you gasp “You know exactly what I need, and you’ll give it to me.”

You chuckle at his attempt to take power on the situation and bounce on his clothed cock making him let out a loud raspy moan. Satisfied with his reaction you start riding his lap as if you were riding his cock. You had never heard Jaemin whimper so much in his life, but it surely was the sexiest thing you have ever had the opportunity of experiencing.

Stopping for a brief moment you looked down at his sweatpants and there was an obvious wet spot. You giggle and Jaemin follows your eyes, groaning flustered at himself.

“And I’m the pathetic one?” you let go of his hands only to start palming him over his clothes “You’re so cute.”

“Are you going to ride me or not?” he hisses at you and grabs your hips harshly, probably intending to leave marks. “Ask nicely.” you smile cocky at him, making him have a taste of his own medicine. Jaemin hates being dominated, but so do you. “Ride. Me,” he says firmly. 

You shake your head reprehensively and bounce hard on his lap again. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out of him. Yet you can see a small tear slide down his eye.

“Try again,” you say and bounce once again. “Fuck! Please-” he almost screams, digging his fingers into your skin “Fucking ride me!”

Satisfied, you get off of his lap and help him get rid of his pants and underwear, taking yours right after too. You don’t waste another minute going back to his lap and positioning yourself on the tip of his cock, teasing slightly before fitting it into your pussy slowly. Both of you are a moaning mess and his cock fills you up completely. 

“Fuck-” Jaemin bucks his hips up unconsciously making you tremble on his lap “Are you cumming already?”

“I’ll only cum when you do,” you whisper, a smile upon your lips and he pulls you to him for a kiss.

A rough needy kiss that has you whimpering on his lips. You finally start riding him properly and the wet sounds caused by both of your wetness make Jaemin groan in satisfaction. 

In a steady rhythm, he thrusts his hips up as you throw yours down. Both of your moans falling into each others mouths as you kiss, again and again, feeling closer to climax. 

“Fuck, fuck, fu-” curses fall from his lips and you already know what’s coming “I’m gonna cum..”

“M-Me too... g’nna cum too-” you shake on top off him, holding yourself up by putting your hands on his chest. Your hips move furiously in search of release and your climax finally arrives when Jaemin moves one of his hands to rub circles on your clit with his thumb.

You fall on top of Jaemin as you cum yet he keeps thrusting hard, making you shiver from the overstimulation.

“Thought you were going to cum with me,” he says playfully. You gather some strengths to move your lips next to his ear and whisper in a fucked out voice.

“Shut up… and cum already.”

Placing your hips down on him and slamming into you deeply Jaemin releases all of his cum inside you and you gasp feeling yourself being filled up with his fluids.

“You should tease me more often,” he says lowly as his hands caress your hair lovingly “Now, let’s take a shower. We’re too sticky.”

[ecclais-fouoras]

"Why do we always make love in the dark?"

WARNINGS: SMUT, MENTION OF PAST SEXUAL ASSAULT, INSECURITIES, (BRIEF MENTION OF SCOLIOSIS)

Enjoy !

Again, it was 8 pm we were both in bed, our hands around each other, in the dark.

And again I asked her to turn on the lights, and she refused.

And again I respected that.

We had made love so many times, sometimes even just sex,

and yet she was still insecure showing me her body.

Wilhelmina had her issues yes, but I still found her beautiful despite all the things she thought of herself.

So tonight I asked why, why did she not want me to make love to her with the lights on.

"Mina ?"

I asked softly as my hand kept circling her clit while i was on top of her.

"Yes baby....mmmm....what is it..?"

-"why can't you let me see you like this ? I think you're beautiful, and yet I can't even see your pretty face when you cum.."

She was stunned by my words, she moaned softly and her eyes got watery. I felt her tremble underneath me, but it wasn't from coming, so i stopped my hand licking her wetness from my finger

.

"Babe, I've seen you, naked and with clothes on, laughing and sobbing while tears stream down those rosie cheeks and I'm still here. Because I wanna be. I want you to be mine, and me to be yours. Yet when we have sex, i can't see anything ?"

She registered my words and picked up all her courage to answer

"I know that, but when we are intimate it is different. I'm scared, I'm scared you'll see something i hate and run away..."

"I swear if this is about your back...."

"YES OKAY OBVIOUS IT IS"

she got mad and pushed me off of her and started to leave the bed.

"Mina.. stop... Where are you going, we need to sort this out now"

I breathed as I rushed to her side of the bed and circle my arms around her body to stop her from standing up.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING LET ME GO"

"NO ! NO ! FOR GOD SAKE I WILL NOT LET YOU LEAVE WHEN THINGS GET ROUGH, OR UNCOMFORTABLE TO TALK ABOUT...You need to work for this..."

I pointed back and forth between us.

"Honey, mina tell me what do you think will happen ? I've seen your back already, it didn't change anything, you are beautiful to me, with your scoliosis or without" I ran my finger down her spine and she shivered when I kissed the bruises on top of her spine.

"I know...but...you...have...never seen all of me at once, and especially when...i give up...control"

there it was, why did i not see that, it ,as obvious that during sex she was vulnerable, and she hated that as much as she loved to be topped.

I saw her summon all her courage to say,

TW: MENTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT

"When I was younger..the boy that I was sort of "dating"....he...he wasn't very.. patient with me...and..."

She was sobbing, sniffling between words.

"Well.. i wasn't ready to have sex...and...after a few months...he got tired of waiting...and when he got to my house on day...he started to make out with me...ln my room on the bed....he undressed me and started to play...with himself...but as he got me naked... and flipped me over roughly to penetrate me he saw my back..and he...just stopped yelled that was disgusting...that he wasn't going to touch that...and he just jacked off...because he said i was giving him blue balls...and came on my back...then he just left."

She was now crying, curled in a ball on the bed we so often shared, and i was devastated.

Angry and mad at this asshole, for trying to break my Mina, and for having done that to her.

"Mina, I'm so sorry, i didn't know...it's ok we don't have to ever turn the lights on...I don't want you to be uncomfortable"

i said while spooning her and brushing her tears away.

After what felt like ages and her crying stopped in broke the silence.

"You know, i never told you that, but I was...too"

she turned around to face me, and looked at me confused

"Well, you know what he did to you..."

"...What ?"

"Well...god i hate those words, sexualy assaulted baby"

"No..no..no you don't understand.. he didn't do that...he was my boyfriend..and we'll just was tierd of waiti..."

-" Mina what you just described to me is sexual assault, it doesn't matter if he was your boyfriend, or your teacher, your family or friends. That has nothing to do with what he did to you. Mina you've been living like this, convincing yourself that it was normal, but it is not."

She was shocked by the words that came out of my mouth

"I..."

"I know babe"

she didn't need to speak, i understood everything perfectly, she curled up and nuzzled my neck, while I stroked her dark red hair.

"It's okay baby, your okay "

i tried soothing her with my words

"Your so pretty Mina, so Lovely, and precious."

"Thank you baby"

An hour later, we had both calmed down, she was now sprawled all over me, and I was stroking her leg softly.

"You know, I do know you'd never hurt me, and it's just my fear talking but why do you want the lights to be on ?"

She asked quietly.

Silence, silence piercing your hears, you had to think of something.

You couldn't tell her the truth but a simple 'because I like it' would never be enough.

So you didn't reply, at some point she even though you were asleep, but when she looked at you your eyes were wide open.

But she waited

"You know... you can tell me anything right ?

Of course you knew, but it was something you didn't like to talk about.

But you should, Mina and you had been together for a little over 5 month now, even though none of you said it, you knew you loved each other, she should know.

"I...when i was a kid... I always slept with the lights off, in the full darkness, I thought "if I can't see, the monsters can't see rather and it's easier to hide right ?" So every night I would sleep with no lights on... And one day my parents took in..one of my mom's friend who was getting divorced and was kicked out of his house...after a few days he would come into my room every night... I couldn't see him... and well..after a few weeks my mom found out and kicked him out...After that i couldn't sleep in the dark anymore, i was too scared he'd come back..."

She looked at me lovingly and kissed the skin below her mouth.

"Don't worry I'm okay now, i went to therapy for years afterwards, and well he is in jail because I apparently wasn't the only one he visited, and now I'm all healed"

She took my words, and a few moments passed by.

We both had your hands around each other.

You told Mina she needed therapy, for everything she felt about herself and her trauma.

She nodded and she said she'd make the appointment tomorrow.

We started kissing each other, it was slow and sweet. After we parted i said

"I just prefer to have sex with the lights on, and that is not the only reason, i just like it more, you can see what you do, your partners face, and body, and the way they move and moan. It's just priceless."

"I..."

"I know, we don't have to, I wont push that on you ok ? I'm just telling you what I fe.."

She cut you off by kissing you and replied

"No..i just want...to try tonight, if that's okay with you of course."

"Now? Like.. right now right now... or now like later now ?"

You rambled as you got a little excited at the idea.

"Now.." she rolled on top of you and kissed you again.

"Oh..baby if we do this...we do this my way"

you whispered in her ear as you flipped her over so she was beneath you.

She moaned at the sudden mouvements and whined when she felt your weight leave her body.

"Are you sure you're good ?"

You asked while holding the chord switch of your bedside lamp, she nodded rapidly and you pulled the chord.

There was now a low light in the room, and her skin lit up.

You went back to work, and unbutton her nightshirt, while kissing the middle of her torso, you went down further, admiring her from below. She was so pretty like this, panting and her hair all messy.

You took off her panties and kissed your way up her thighs, she shivered in expectation.

"Mmm... I can't wait to taste you mina"

She groaned loudly at your words,

"Your being such a good girl baby"

"...mmm...oh only for you darling...OH"

You cut her off by puting her clit into your mouth, and circling it with the tip of your tongue. You moved faster, never slowing your pace as you found her gaze with your hungry eyes. Her mouth in an O shape as you played with her bundle of nerves, her hips lifting up for even more contact.

"...please...baby"

"You need to tell me what you need, sweetie"

".mm..more...ah" she plead with her shaky voice.

"Come on baby you can say it...use your words pretty girl" you cooed as she was trying to express her needs.

"God..oh...I..want...your fingers..in me

.. please !"

You couldn't deny her request any longer so you easily pushed two fingers inside her hole as she screamed.

"OH GOD..YES..JUST LIKE THAT..."

You knew exactly what she liked so after a few seconds you curled your fingers inside her while sucking hard on her clit and she came eyes shut crying out your name. You went up her body and stared into her eyes

"Hey"

"...Hi" she breathed out.

"You were perfect baby, and oh your face when you come...i swear I almost came from just looking at it."

"Oh..did you now ?"

She replied biting my neck softly, and when she lifted my hips so I could sit on her face I knew this was gonna be a long night, and that i was so lucky to have her, and we both knew that we'll never make love in the dark again.

[sauveteen]

3.25 Year Anniversary | s.m

"You're really trying to lie with your face all red like that?"

"But I swear I'm not lying!" Is what Shawn claims, but the way he's biting down on his lip to hide his painfully obvious smile tells you something completely different. Your boyfriend's cheeks are stained red — and by stained, you don't mean the soft, rosy blush he gets after a cold day out or a heated makeout session. You're talking tomato, crimson, I-look-like-I-took-a-snowball-to-the-face red. The kind of blush you've only seen on him when he's a) lying, or b) ecstatic.

Something — more specifically, the twinkle in his tired eyes — tells you that the current reason for his expression is a mix between the two.

You hum, a lame attempt to humour him. Placing your bag on the counter, you hold your hand out, "Can I at least see?"

It takes a little convincing and a lot of pecks for him to finally place his hand in yours, an angry gash cutting across his palm. Wincing, you immediately twist towards the shelf that holds your first aid box, but Shawn's grip on your waist anchors you there.

"I've cleaned it already. I'm stupid, but not that stupid, you know?"

"What about a bandage?"

"We're all out. Shouldn't have used them to wrap me a birthday present, don't you think?" His grin is wide, and voice teasing, so you can't help but join in on his mirth. Giggling softly, you tuck your hair behind your ear, bringing his hand up to your palm to press soft, butterfly kisses against his wound. He sighs, contended, and pulls you in by his other hand. Dropping a kiss to the top of your head, Shawn lets his fingers tangle into your hair. You hum against his chest, the warmth from his knitted sweater pressing into your cheek.

"I just don't get it, though..," Belatedly, you pull away, "So you're saying you got that while washing dishes?"

"Yes, hunny. I've told you like ten times already."

"But Shawn... we have a dishwasher."

"And?" Shawn presses impatiently, hurriedly trying to pull you back in. You resist, however, leaning away from his touch.

"And you hate doing the dishes."

"I just wanted to do something nice for you!"

"Are you sure?" You purse your lips, gaze falling to his cut hand, "You sure you're good?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Shawn places his hands on your face, pulling your face upwards to press a sweet kiss against your lips, "How can I not be good when my second favourite girl in the world is here with me?"

Your eyes narrow in suspicion, "Second favourite, huh?"

"First is Beyoncé. Always. Sorry, babe, you're gonna have to do a little more than be cute to top Queen B."

"Queen B doesn't take care of your annoying morning wood every morning, does she?"

"I mean, yeah," Shawn tilts his head to the side, a little smirk gracing his features, "But she's not the one who causes it either, soo.."

You chuckle, swatting his chest with the back of your hand before moving underneath his arms and out of his grip. A soft whine of protest follows you as you pad around the kitchen, Shawn's doe-like eyes watching your every moment. You breathe a sigh of relief once your hair cascades down your shoulders, placing your scrunchie on the island. Proceeding to take off your heels, you chuck them towards the living room, telling yourself you'd bother with those later. Coming home to the sight of your boyfriend tumbling around clumsily in the kitchen had been contending, but you can now slowly feel the tiredness of the day weighing in your shoulders. Making your way back to him, you place your hand on Shawn's face, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I'll go get changed, 'kay?"

Shawn answers with a nod, but his movements are too practiced. Rehearsed, almost. You try not to let yourself be bothered by his antics, making your way over to the living room. The sight that greets you has you gasping audibly, hands flying to your mouth to hide your surprise. Turning back to see Shawn casually leaning against the doorframe, a shit eating grin on his face, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

"This—I— what?" You manage to stutter, stealing glances at the marvellous spread before you. The entire living room has been decked out in candles, a massive blanket fort stretching from the beginning of the hall to the doors leading to the balcony. Your mind is screaming three things — one, oh my God this is a big safety hazard, two, Jesus Christ that must've taken a shit load of time, and three (and this one you say aloud), "What?"

Shawn's making his way over to you, patting himself on the back for his stealthy trick that had distracted you into completely avoiding the living room earlier. He had wanted to see your expression, more than he wanted you to enjoy the actual setup itself. What Shawn needed was to gauge the look on your face as you took in the hardwork he had put into your surprise, the amount of time he had spent lighting and blowing candles. Because sometimes — sometimes words fell short to describe his love for you. Sometimes he had to go all out.

And you loved him to death for it.

"Happy three point two five year anniversary!" Shawn announces giddily, placing his hands on your waist, slightly lifting you off the ground. His happiness is so damn contagious that you're joining in on his laughter not long after, your hands on his shoulders as he twirls you around. When Shawn finally sets you back down, the both of you stumble for a few moments, unable to find your grip on the ground.

You hold his arm to steady yourself, eyes mapping the layout behind you, "Shawn, baby, I love you so much — but you know a quarter of an anniversary is not a real thing, right?"

"I knew you've had a long month and were shit booked with meetings today. Just wanted to do something nice for mon amour. What, I can't celebrate my love for you anymore? Rude!" Shawn looks genuinely hurt, bottom lip jutted out. Before you can apologise and convince him of your happiness, however, his face breaks out into a grin, "Just kidding! Ha! Got you, bitch."

"You're a baby."

"What did you say?" Shawn tips his head forward, his ear turned towards your face, "I'm your baby? Yeah, sounds about right."

You're too busy staring at the candles to send another retort his way, your hand intertwining with his again. Eyes dancing with love for the boy you so luckily ended up with. Your finger brushes against his wound, causing him to hiss slightly and for your eyebrows to furrow.

"And this? You didn't get this while washing the dishes, did you?" You slide his palm open again, concerned eyes now flitting between him and his hand. There's a sheepish glow to his face as you wait for him to answer, an eyebrow raised expectantly. When he finally does, you don't know whether you want to laugh or reprimand him for being the most stupid twenty year old you know.

"So I wanted to have wine ready, right?"

"Right.."

"And I don't know how to use that twisty corky thingy, right? You always do that for me."

"Mh—mm."

"So I kinda... sorta... might've used a knife?"

Your eyes are as wide as saucers, lips parting in surprise. Your mouth open and closes, reminding Shawn of a dazed goldfish, but he pinches his lips shut as he waits for your reaction. And then you're screeching, hitting his chest with balled fists, but your laughter seeps into your anger, causing you to giggle between your words.

"You—fucking—dumbass!" You manage to let out, chasing him as he tries running away from you, "You could've killed yourself!"

"But I didn't!"

"But you could've! All over a bottle of wine?"

"I will have you know, though.." Shawn holds up a finger, gripping both your wrists in his giant hand, "That it was a Chateau Pierre de Montignac."

"Oh, thank God," You let out a relieved sigh, "That changes everything."

"It does, doesn't it?" Shawn lets your hands go, "It's like plum—"

"No it doesn't! I don't care what brand it was, Shawn, you could've seriously hurt yourself!"

"But.."

"But..?"

"But I didn't!"

"Shawn!" You exclaim laughing, not finding it within you to be mad at him anymore, "Come on! It's not funny."

"I'm not the one who's laughing, though?"

"I hate you," You mutter, softly shaking your head. The smile on your face says completely otherwise, though. Your arms go around his waist and you press your face against his chest, Shawn's heartbeat thumping softly against your cheek. Allowing your eyes to flutter close as you breathe him in. He smells like the laundry detergent you fought over in the middle of a grocery store because, apparently, Olives suck ass and he would leave you if he had to use your detergent again. So despite him bullying you into switching detergents, his warmth and presence smells like home.

"A reveleation like that, and on our 3.25 anniversary? Damn, you're really out for blood tonight."

"Shut up and kiss me, idiot."

"Yes ma'am."

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