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rebelssvy · 3 months ago

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MHA ass or boobs? ⋆·˚ ༘ *

with: tenya lida, katsuki bakugou, kirishima eijirou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, sero hanta, denki kamanari, hitoshi shinso

LABELS: suggestive. nothing smutty. headcannon list. ass/boobs and why. plus a little blurb

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ TENYA IIDA

ass.

he realized it when you sat on his lap in highschool.

✧.*

it was the end your third year, everyone gathered for a party at kirishimas house. drinks were flowing, everyone was bumpin’.

you had been far too tipsy. bumping into everything in your way. you felt a hand grab yours and drag you somewhere else. you were seated down. not knowing it was a person you were sitting on.

meanwhile it was iida, who was now charged with “taking care of you” by mina. had you sat in his lap. ass flush against him.

“hiii!!” you beamed up at him, nuzzling into his chest. he was a changed man.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ KATSUKI BAKUGOU

boobs lets be fr

he zoned in on your cleavage one night out. thanking the gods they gave humans boobs.

✧.*

you two had been in a little bit situationship. almost like dating but without the label. you didn’t mind though, he still treated you like his gf.

tonight you two were out at a hero show. best dressed, you came out in a stunning dress. the lace showing off the best parts of you.

you were in the elevator when katsuki was obviously bothered by somthing. cheeks flushed.

“something wrong?” you asked him, it was just the two of you.

“be my girlfriend.” he pleaded. his speech was fast, you almost missed it.

he groaned, motioning to you. “it’s just… i want all of that to myself.”

you walked over for a kiss.

“your gorgeous. and god your boobs!”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

ass 100 percent.

knowing it from birth.

✧.*

he watched you in the gym. you were his girlfriend for awhile now. scaring away any other men coming around you.

his head followed you, your motions. zoning in on your ass.

he realized in that moment you were too hot for him, walking over he took his hoodie and wrapped it around your waist.

“what’s wrong?” you asked. he shook his head in a nothings wrong way.

“your mine.” he answered.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ IZUKU MIDORIYA

omg both

he would feel bad about choosing either one.

✧.*

the two of you had been spending your sunday in his bed. binging all your favorite movies and shows. getting up only to pee and eat. it was nearing the evening, the two of you were still together.

“what’s your favorite part of me?” you asked him.

“your personality.” he answered without hesitation.

“omggg izuuu you have to pick!!” you laughed cuddled up next to him.

he shook his head, chuckling.

“okay well, what about…. ass or tits?” you questioned him farther.

he stared at you blank. not knowing what to say.

“you expect me to answer that!!” he laughed out.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ SHOTO TODOROKI

boobs.

in highschool your costume slipped during a training session. forever grateful.

✧.*

as soon as it happened he instantly covered you up. no one was really even close to the two of you. but deep down todoroki wanted to be the only boy too see you like that.

“oh my gosh!! todoroki im so embarrassed. im so sorry you had to see me like that.” you struggled, as he and you walked to the lockers.

“it’s ok.” he replied in short.

“but still i’m embarrassed!” you continued on.

“really you don’t have to be. it wasn’t a sight you should be embarrassed of.” he said in confidence. cheeks blushed.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ SERO HANTA

ass

in the middle of a fight, you were dropped into his arms. then you fell. on him.

✧.*

you were falling. and falling fast. your brain racked up every option that could get you out of this alive.

you were swooped up into the arms of your knight in shining armor. then second later you hit the ground with a soft thud.

“damn” sero groaned against the pavement. his back was flat against the ground.

“oh my gosh sero thank you so much!” you said going down to hug him. he groaned out again.

“are you hurt?” you asked him. he kinda took the fall for you.

“no im fine. it’s just..” he said looking down at where you two connected. your ass was flush against his hips.

you gasped not realizing how close you two were.

“if i’m being honest babe. i really don’t mind. i think it’s the one thing keeping me kickin’ right now.” he chuckled out letting his head fall.

he did take the fall for you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DENKI KAMANARI

boobs

he buys you tops just for you to show off your cleavage.

✧.*

your sneaky boyfriend has always wanted you to show yourself off. he takes so much pride in you.

“hey babe.” he said as he gave you a greeting hug.

“i got you somthing,” he whispered in your ear in the middle of the hug.

he handed it over to you, you opened it with smiles.

“you didn’t have to kami” you said. bringing the top up to your body.

you knew what he was doing. he thought he had the upper hand. but he was completely wrong. you’d didn’t mind the free tshirts though.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ HITOSHI SHINSO

ass

he loves falling asleep on your ass.

✧.*

so here you were. you had been dating shinso for awhile. and the truth had come out awhile ago about his true desire.

too fall asleep on you. using your ass as his pillows.

often times calling you to try to hang out just to fall asleep cheek against yours.

he loved every bit of you don’t get me wrong. but… waking up on his area was a pride and joy. no one else got to feel this feeling. to be so comfortable with you that he was able to do this with you.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

-thinking about doing this with haikyu lmk!!! maybe a mha part two of this with dif characters??

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beloveds-embrace · 3 months ago

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I think it would be so funny if Duke Price, before he and the other warms up to duchess, finds out that his wife has been secretly getting money via trade and whatnot and being offended. Like, why not come to me, your husband, for money??

And she just straight up tells him that she doesn’t trust or like him or his lovers. After all, who would trust a cheater?? And he just, spirals? Like omg my wife doesn’t like me? My wife thinks I’m a bad person? But I’m not!! I give her money, I don’t make her have sex with me, I even let her pick her own dresses!! How could my wife not like me?? So now he’s trying his best to get Duchess to like him but she’s just, so done. Done with him, done with his affair partners, done with everything. Just let her have fun with her stocks and leave her alone

I genuinely think the moment dukedom 141 senses that Duchess doesn’t care about them, they suddenly want her to care about them, a real “I only like you when you don’t like me” thing

!!! I love this idea sm omggg thank you for this ask anon, I hope you enjoy!

Dukedom au masterlist

The fire crackled in the hearth of the study, casting shadows across the room. John stood behind his desk, his fingers gripping the edge as he stared down at the ledger in front of him. You sat across from him, your posture poised, your expression cool.

“This,” he said, his voice low, “isn’t just improper. It’s disrespectful. You’re my wife, Duchess. If you needed money, all you had to do was come to me.”

You tilted you head, the barest hint of a smile on you lips, though it lacked warmth. “Why would I do that?”

His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes the longer he stared and listened to you. “Because I’m your husband. It’s my duty to provide for you.”

You replying laughter was sharp, humorless. “Provide? Is that what you call this arrangement? You married me because you needed someone to handle your duchy while you gallivanted with your…” you hesitated, lips pursing as you considered your next word. “…partners. And you expect me to trust you? To come to you with my needs?”

John blinked, taken aback by the venom in your tone- a tone you’ve never aimed at him before. “I’ve done nothing to make you distrust me, Duchess-”

You scoffed. “Haven’t you? You think I don’t notice the whispered conversations, the way I’m barred from certain parts of the house, the way your men watch me like I’m a threat? You think I don’t know that I’m an outsider in what was supposed to be my own home?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you weren’t finished.

“And it’s not just you,” you say, your voice rising. “Your butler, Kyle, your chef, Johnny, even your precious Duke Riley. They’re all loyal to you, John. Not to me. I don’t even need their loyalty, just some respect. Why would I put my trust in people who clearly see me as nothing more than an inconvenience?”

“They don’t think that.”

Your gaze bore into him, unflinching. He didn’t think you’d ever given him such a cold stare, and he didn’t like it. At all. “Don’t they? Tell me, John, when was the last time any of them looked at me as anything other than someone they have to put up with? When was the last time any of them looked at me as more than just an obligation? When was the last time you did?”

Silence hung heavy in the room, broken only by the distant ticking of the clock and the crackling embers in the hearth.

John’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I’ve treated you with nothing but respect,” he said, his voice tight. “I’ve never forced you to-”

“To share your bed?” You interrupted, your tone icy. “How magnanimous of you. Truly, I’m blessed to have such a kind and generous husband.”

Your sarcasm stung more than he cared to admit.

“I give you freedom,” he argued, grasping at any straws. Your words rang true, but John still found it hard to accept. “You’ve wanted for nothing since our marriage. You have everything you could possibly need.”

“Everything,” you repeated, your tone mocking. “Except trust. Except companionship. Except a reason to believe that any of this-“ you gestured vaguely at the room around them, at the duchy, at your marriage. “- is real.”

Your words hung in the air, cutting deeper than any blade.

Over the next few days, John found himself haunted by you words. You didn’t trust him. You didn’t trust any of them. And, worst of all, you didn’t like him.

At dinners, you were distant, answering questions with clipped politeness but offering very little else, conversations ending curtly. When you weren’t working on your secretive ledgers or taking solitary walks through the estate, you spent your evenings reading in your chambers, the door firmly shut against him and his men.

Kyle noticed the change immediately, of course, something squirming in his chest unhappily. “She’s colder than a January frost,” he sighed one evening, setting a decanter of brandy on John’s desk.

Price sighed right back at him. “Not exactly helping, Kyle.”

“I’m just saying, she’s got every reason to be,” Kyle continued, unbothered by John. “She’s a stranger in her own home. You can’t expect her to warm up to us when none of us have given her a reason to. We’ve mucked up.”

John scowled, downing a glass of brandy in one go. “She’s my wife. She should trust me.”

“Trust isn’t something you’re owed, John,” Kyle said, his voice softer now. “It’s something you earn and you and I both know none of us has given her any reason to earn it.”

Kyle was right, of course. But-

John’s attempts of mending the trust between the two of you were clumsy at best.

He tried joining you during your walks, only to be met with polite indifference.

“Shouldn’t you be with your men, Your Grace?” You asked one time, your tone as sharp as the winter air.

“They’ll manage without me.” he replied, though your pointed look made it clear you truly thought otherwise.

At dinner, he attempted conversations, asking about your day and your interests. You answered with politeness, but your gaze rarely lifted from your plate. Even Johnny’s attempts to brighten the atmosphere with your favorite dishes were met with little more than a murmured “thank you.”

Simon, ever observant, pulled him aside after one particularly stilted dinner where it got so awkward you didn’t finish your meal or had dessert before you left. “You’re trying too hard, John.” he said, his voice low. “You are just stifling her.”

“What am I supposed to do, Simon?” John snapped at last. “She doesn’t trust me. She doesn’t trust any of us.”

Simon’s expression didn’t waver. Ever since he’d learnt of that conversation you’d had with John, what you’d said and thought about them all, Simon has been thinking it over his mind again and again. “…Then stop treating her like a problem to solve. Start treating her like a person. We failed her once, can’t fail her a second time.”

And so, one evening, John found you in the study, the room dimly lit by the glow of a single lamp. You were hunched over a ledger, your brows furrowed in concentration.

“Duchess…” he breathed out. “Do you need help?” The question comes out tentative.

You glanced up, your expression unreadable beyond the tiredness he could see clinging to you. “I’m fine.”

Still, John lingered in the doorway, unsure of his next move. “I wanted to apologize,” he said at last, no longer beating around the bush. He was done.

Your quill stilled, and you looked up at him, your eyes wary.

“For what I said,” John continued anyways, stepping into the room. “And for how I’ve treated you. You were right. About everything.”

At last, your gaze softened, but you didn’t speak, letting him continue.

“I never wanted this to be such a… cold arrangement for you,” he said, voice faltering. “I didn’t realize how much I’d… neglected you. I am truly sorry, Duchess.”

“… what brought about this sudden realization?”

John hesitated, and then he sighed. “I… I want you to trust me. To trust us.”

You laugh was bitter and cutting, just as it had heen on that day. “Trust you? Trust the men who keep me at arm’s length, who whisper behind my back, who make it clear every day that I’m an outsider? Forgive me if I’m not so easily swayed, Your Grace.”

Your words struck him like a blow, but he held his ground. “Then let me prove it to you,” he said, his voice earnest. “Let me earn it, my Duchess.”

You studied him for a long moment before finally speaking. “… We’ll see.”

And for the first time, John felt a good flicker of hope.

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chlmtsdoll · 7 months ago

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Guys I loved writing the first short n sweet inspo fic so here’s more bc that ovulation album is too good <3

WHERE ART THOU ? WHY NOT UPONETH ME ?

౨ৎ Summary: your hosting a slumber party at Art’s mansion. But you can’t quite stay away from your pull to get the man in a room where there are no others. Inspo from Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter 🤍

+ 18 | very much smut !, unprotected sex, age gap, (reader early 20’s) dilf!Art, size kink, first daddy kink fic (omg) semi-public sex, oral (f) reviving, pet names, this made me feel a bit slutty just writing it, needy!reader, fatherly Art ;)

A/N: the fucking edits on tiktok of Mike to Bed Chem are making me go insane ! just when I thought there was no possible way for me to be crazier over this man omfg. So I had to give the girls a fic to go w it ofc <3

It was like fate. The day you met him.

Nothing could of been more perfect when the stars aligned to bring you to accompany your solid group of trust fund friends to one of his tournaments that evening. You were like most girls your age, makeup, pop music, nice ornaments for your wardrobe — you weren’t the kind of girl that could say she knew much about sports, and certainly little to nothing to be caught landing a seat at the us open... but eventually that grew to be a substantial part of what found him to be so drawn to you.

It was that day when you’d been in the bleachers watching the blonde play like it was his life’s greatest prophecy. For the first time in your still too little years of living, you’d never felt that aroused by a man you’d only saw from the mere view of him hitting a ball with a racket.

But he was unearthly.

Built like how men used to be. Face like it came straight from heaven. Serve like he knew a thing or two in bed.

You were drunk on want, need for him. You were damn lucky your friends were loaded enough to go to all the after parties with most of the star athletes. It was insane to you that you would follow the vip and your most sports driven friends (enthusiast if you will.) to where the elites spend their time. You wanted a nice hang out. Good food. Expensive drinks. But it was between you and the universe that you’d leave with so much more.

You were in a sheer dress and kitten heels when he spotted you. Just his star studded sly smile from across the event hall, when he saw you and your friends conversing in mostly a pretentious manner like most kids your age did when they could afford the lifestyle most people only dreamed of. But not you, you were entranced, pulled away. By his wide, blue eyes that you assumed filled with the same yearn you’d been struck with. And to your quick manifest, Art was gazing right back at you.

Only sharing a couple brief exchanges with the tall and stature, modest but kindly — beautiful and magnetic man around mutual friends, before you’d both been rushed to leave. Him with his team, and you with your entourage.

Like that you were tied to the tennis star in the blink of a moment. And Soon enough — being photographed with him around the heat of the city.

Games, athlete dinner parties, press events. Even photos of you two sharing more than a couple of words, maybe even kisses, behind menus at glamorous rooftop restaurants. Magazine outlets went crazy through the roof in just a few weeks time. Milking whatever they could out of Art Donaldson and his controversially younger girlfriend.

They didn’t have enough tabs on what you two had officially been to one another and that was perfect for the two of you. Because now that time has pushed you and the blonde closer and more into each other — you’d spend days and nights locked away with Art in his new found mansion post his former divorce. Home so beautifully articulated and big enough for you to be extra generous with your time with the dream boat of a man.

It would go down in history what the two of you had done in every room.

Now, a gorgeous weekend ahead of you after your week that was always filled with Art treating you to the finest cooked dinners, at home date nights filled with breezy smiles and full closeness to balance your dates out on the town. Going wherever you felt just to hold hands under umbrellas and traffic lights. With all the new adorned love in your life, and man with too much mystic taking up your time, it had been a good minute since you saw your girlfriends, caught up or shared a drink. You were just so wound up in Art and the way he treated you like a princess to, and in your own world.

So you’d asked Art if you could host a sweet little sleepover for you and your girls at the mansion — and of course he complied. It was anything for his perfect girl since the beginning.

“I could ask the chef to whip up some,” Art spoke into you as he held your hips in his vast hands running carefully over the hem of your satin bottoms as you stood in the middle of the spacious kitchen with him.

“That’s okay, I wanna do it.” You laughed softly, as you stared up at the man. “Nothing says fun girls night like making our own home made friandises”

Art had tilted his head in slight confusion with eyes in question to your tone when you’d practice what you’d been learning in your French courses on him. It was all the most adorable to you really. Your laugh echoed.

“Treats, baby.”

“I- - I knew that,” He scoffed and your giggles were infectious with delight to him.

“It’s gonna be fun. We’ll watch movies, paint our nails, share snacking tips. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the girls.”

Art grinned at the way you lit up with excitement, and his icy eyes looked down at your figure below him. He tried not to bite down on his lip at the way you were in the pajamas usually he only saw you in. Pink lace two piece jammies. Completely recognized because he got them for you. The transparency to them was way too easy on the eyes.

Arts tongue darted out to wet his lips before he questioned, “Is that what you’re wearing ? There aren’t gonna be any boys.. right ?”

“No, silly. That of course counts out you — if.. you wanna join us.” You looked up at him through your lightly mascara coated lashes, it felt as if the flirtatiousness through your gaze just hooked Art by the belt.

“No, no. I’ll give you and your friends your space, doll.” The blonde gave you a chary little smile, “I really doubt they’d want an old man around while you’re trying to have fun.”

“Quit it ! You’re not old. And they adore you.” You stood on the tips of your toes, Art met you so you could leave a sweet kiss on his cheek, with a blush to your own.

“Thank’s for letting me have this little party, baby.”

“Course, what else would be better use for all this space ? Other than for the amusement of twenty something girls.”

Art chuckled and you surely were in agreement, because when your girlfriends did arrive it was immediately shrieks of girlish camaraderie and chatter of awe as you brought them around the place of posh and eloquent nature. Your laugh could of been heard from the other side of the place where Art had eventually been stored away for the night while your hands were knee deep in cookie dough and rainbow sprinkles. Pj sets all from the brands you and your friends never stopped talking about. Having your night filled with reruns of classic movies to sipping champagne.. and the wine, red, (your pick) was certainly slipping through you as the moments went on.

You’d been with your best friend when you two had a moment alone to catch up in one of the halls of the buoyant abode. Whispers and giggles coming from between the two of you as a glass of wine hung from your palm.

“God, he was a such a cutie.” She coo’d as you two had found a very special wall of framed photos of Art from back in his prime tennis days. The blonde around your age who seemed filled with joyfully energetic faces and awards from across the globe. A smile woke upon your face as you folded your arm to admire the man you’d now call your own.

“Sometimes I wish I’d known him then,” you simpered. “But I’m beyond lucky now. Because he’s still cute, and sexier.”

You tittered fondly and your friend laughed with you as she playfully tugged on your shoulder. “You gotta lock that down, y’know… you’ll be like- - hella famous just from being a world class tennis superstars hot young wife.”

She announced as she sipped on something burgundy and you thought with a heightened grin. She couldn’t have been farther from right. And as the months go by you would fall farther and farther head over heels for Art every day. You’d be his wife in an instant. That was the dream after all, and you could certainly say you’d been living one.

“I guess I’ll just have to wait for him to put a ring on it..” You smiled with a dazed shrug as you embarked your wine glass to your lips again.

“He better.” Your friend chirped with a proud glint and you couldn’t help but stay stuck in your thought of your boyfriend who’s been just a few rooms away for the past couple of hours while you’d been enjoying all the perks of your girls making the most of their time with you. But you couldn’t help but want Art to be nearby now, and the red wine in your system maybe hit more than just your head — you couldn’t even try to fight it.

You missed your man.

So after you’d take in a few more drinks and a bit sensually themed games with your friends, you’d made your attempt escape off to find Art. Slipping away from the girls was easy when you’d have every necessity needed to execute a very graceful grown up girl sleepover provided for them.

You’d been walking down the hall heading to where his office and master bedroom would be at the end of the home, and as you passed by the lush kitchen area, to your surprise, there he was. Muscles looked enchantingly delicious in this light as they flexed to pull on the fridge handle and when he turned, his eye line met your glance staring back his way (of course you’d both arrive at the same time.) Arts lips began to curl in an amours grin when he saw your petite figure making it’s way over to him with the same like of smile across your face.

“Hi, baby. You having fun?” He glanced down at you through his blonde lashes to meet your nod, only following up with a soft titter as you stepped closer to the man. He almost immediately picked up on the lust laced within your eye and the way you slightly leaned onto the fridge door with your aura basically gooing with sex at him now. The blonde had an eyebrow furrowed as he chuckled just a bit and he sized you up.

“Are you drunk, princess?”

“No. No… no,” you shook your head.

It had been true. You weren’t drunk. But a little wine tipsy and horny ? Definitely.

Art hummed and put the back of his hand to your forehead gently as he observed your state. “Did you eat?”

“Mhm, did you ?”

“No. That’s why I came down, not to stalk you. I promise.” The man laughed, to which you did as well and you only raised your arms so they could embrace your boyfriend’s shoulders with a soft hum.

“Y’know, if you’re hungry, you can eat me.” Your finger tips grace Arts neck unashamed as you smile into the crook, and he took in a breath, proceeding to hold you close.

“Oh- -” his chuckle matched your giggle as he noticed you’d changed again. His hands were gliding up the ruffle of the even more transparent sheer cover on you’d been dressed in. Lime tinted. The shorts were near pantie like.

“Mmm, I miss you, I want you.” You peppered kisses as close as you could to his earlobe from your height and Arts breath hitched as he was weak to your slow but enticing touch to him. Fogging up his knowledge that you’d been right in the middle of the open kitchen that was just a few ways down from the living area your friends had been in.

“Here, sweetness ? Your friends- -” Art murmurs down to your ear, but you just locked your arms just above his shoulders without a care.

“And- - ? What about them ? I need you,” you whined. “I want your touch.”

“Yeah? You want me to touch you?”

You nodded again with a naughty giggle and the blonde was smirking now, his hands roamed your body. Large and groping your curves. As much as he knew what was rightful, Art just couldn’t deny your cling to him in that damn near lingerie that had him going almost unbearably hard beneath his jeans since you walked in. Feral even. It was beginning to get miserable as you pressed your dainty chest against his, he felt your nipples grow hard and sensitive against the cloth. So into his aroma, presence, like you were a moth to a torch.

He’d fallen into your pecks merging with his now. Kissing you against where the cupboards stand like your lips were candy. Your small legs stumbling as the man towered over you “Fuck, you look amazing in that set.” Art pulled away from your plump lips to view your gorgeously perfect body. You batted your lashes once. And his attain just couldn’t be stopped. Art slid his hands across your soft ass cheeks, massaging and kneading it in his palms before leading up to laying a solid smack which made you hiss out an excited squeal-like giggle. Your fingertips slid down his ample biceps brushed with virile bristles of hair.

“If I had known you’d like this set so much, I would of worn it much sooner for you.”

Art leaned into you and he held a sly smirk, “this was your plan all along, yeah? Wearing that to get my attention so I would come out here and fuck you in the middle of your slumber party.. you’re such a naughty girl.”

You only giggled more into his skin with a slow exhale, your freshly painted french tips exploring him as he explored you. Art took his sweet time just feeling the way your ass jiggled in his palms and you felt like you’d been going weak in the knees before his tender contact turned rough when he turned you around without warning, making you gasp.

Art made sure you could feel how hard you’d gotten him as he pressed himself to your core. Facing the counter, you lost yourself in complete bliss just to the feeling of not knowing where he’d pleasure you next — Arts restrained bulge against your clothed cunt was just something else. The blonde pushed up your sheer top just a bit and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you made a soft noise with it.

“Feel what you do to me, pretty girl.” Art nibbled on your earlobe and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip to subtle your smile. His hands bracing your hips as he stared down at your lacy panties and your minx-like eyes followed Arts famished expression while he licked his bottom lip.

“All yours, daddy.” Your sweet voice immediately made Art go nearly lightheaded and that was it. He melted.

The man tucked both his thumbs into the fabric and pulled your panties down clean with raucousness, followed up with him getting down on his knees before spreading you with his palms and your hands reached for the marble with a soft whimper.

“That’a girl, stay open for me.. Let me taste you.” Art huffed out before he pushed one of your legs up on the counter and you breathed out at the feeling of him making your body his toy for amusement. Art took his fingers and ran them up your folds, getting them wet with the slick of your pussy. Your cheeks started to heat up just at the wonderful pad of his index running against your core like that , making you let out a soft, “oh..” by the way he moved to rub around your clit. Arts lips kissed on your exposed inner thighs, and your jaw became unlocked extraordinarily far when his tongue finally rolled on the soft tissue.

He was splitting you clean open on the counter as tiny whimpers escaped your throat. You were lost in the draw you had to the man making you feel surpassing of even the way you played it all out in your head. “Mmm, yeah- - yes” you panted and the man flicked his digit over your bud at the same time he’d been making out with your cunt. Letting deep groans flow throughout your opening. You’d been on the tip of your toes for him. Letting him suck where you pulsed till you’d been overstimulated if he wanted.

Your head had been spinning from the friction of his perfectly sculpted nose rubbing against your sensitive area. Art was known to be gifted with his mouth so much so, you almost wondered if your friends would have heard if you just couldn’t keep your moans level — but with the way Art held your hips, fucked his tongue into your cunt like you’d been his last meal, your anxiousness washed away. All you could do was let the shake of your thighs and Arts dripping oral member lead you to a crisp pleasurable cry.

“Shit,” Art took a brief exhale as he pulled away from your entrance, dampened lips of your juices going wide with a grin and he ran his palms over your slick thighs again,

“you’re so fucking wet for me, princess. You gonna take my dick? Let me make you feel good?”

“Mmm, please. Fill me up, Art. I wanna feel you.”

“You gotta be quite for me, baby.” Art stood to his feet.

You didn’t care. All you could think about was dick. Arts phenomenal dick. You wanted him to toss you over and split you open till you were sobbing on his thick member, your wine drunk friends would understand. A girl has her needs.

The risk made your blood pressure rise as the moment went on, when Art reached over you to tug your panties dangling from your thighs all the way down — he kicked them off to the side. Taking note of his own belt buckle and undoing it quickly, which you only grew more greedy by the sound of him unzipping his fly. The blondes aquamarine orbs swam with the need to pump you fuller than you’d ever taken him.

“Bend over for me, sweet girl..” Art breathed out softly as his slightly calloused hands ran from your hip up your spine while you did so, bending over fully and displaying your sweet dripping cunt for the mans lidded eyes. He sucked in his breath and his now aroused dick twitched when it unveiled from his boxers — going barmy with just how tiny and soft you looked beyond him.

“So fucking tight and small- - your amazing with the way you take me when I barely fit in, sweets.”

You bit down on your finger as you watched Art run his hands over your ass. Take your hips and line his cock up with your hole. He hissed at the way your soaking cunt wet his tip, you almost croaked out a deep moan at his gestures to tease your pussy. Just nodding along as you’d gone cock drunk before he’d even been in you. Your nails run at the marble counter as Art slowly burrowed into your drooling core. Working you open as his cock disappeared into your body inch by inch — he pushed your thigh higher onto the ledge as you whined at the stretch.

“Ah.. mmm- - fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groaned as you adjusted to the size of his warmth finally filling you full. Art was big. And he’d never want to put you, his sweet doll in discomfort for long, never. So when he started to plunge into you, he watched as your face scrunched up from ache to pleasure in time. His name sputtering from your mouth as you clawed at the counter top and he watched your pussy lips that were just throbbing around his erection like it was begging to be so sporadically fucked by him.

“That’s it baby doll,” his own groans heightened as his hips knock into your cervix, chasing that spot of yours till you were moaning and whimpering like a slut around him. Hole so full with yours and his pre-cum and you sucked in your bottom lip, tussled hair going wild on your back. You just had to look over your shoulder to watch him — see Arts gorgeous face as he snapped against you all shimmering with light sweat as he focused on the way a ring of your wetness pooled around his base.

“You love this, hu? Getting me to fuck you while your friends carry on without you- - At your party. But you just had to come.. looking for daddy’s cock, yeah? You love being a dirty, dirty girl for me.” Art rasped as he clenched his jaw with the overwhelming feeling of your tight cunt clenching him. It made your skin feel like it had been sparked with fire, so exhilarated. He put his hands in your hair to fuck into you as your jaw dangled open.

“Oh! F-fuck! I needed that big fucking dick, daddy… w-want you to cum all over me, mmm- -” you were choking out whimpers and your pretty little hole dripped with Arts pre-seed slipping from you, making it drag out when he pulled out of your pussy to turn you around and pick you up in one swift motion. Your high pitched gasp echoed as you wrapped your legs around the mans abdomen and Art set you on the counter. His lips curl up into a smirk and his eyes met your wide doe set ones. Slipping back into you he watched you cry out his name. Rutting into your heavenly body at this angle, hands go squeezing your thighs, and Art kept them apart as he took you at a wild pace. Hitting that gooey spot till you didn’t remember your own name. “Good fucking girl. That’s it- - such a sweet thing for me, taking all of my cock. It was made for you, doll.”

You couldn’t even catch your self as you’d leaned back on the counter and let Art pound into you. Your tits bounced with each thrust and you were shuttering as your orgasm ripped through you without warning. “Yes ! Ooh- - shit, yes yes yes…” you were whining out as you came on Arts dick. He held your legs spread as he grunted and watched you soak him uncontrollably. You loved it. Feeling like his perfect little gift. Art licked over his lips at the sight of your beauty, throwing your head back in bliss, he pulled out of you and pushed up your dainty little baby doll top — making space as he pumped his throbbing dick over your stomach till he himself came hard. Ropes shooting out on your candescent skin and making sure some got on your pussy just for the fun of it, he grinned and trailed his thumb up your gentle inner calf that had been dangling by his side.

You were whimpering like you’d gotten your brains fucked out to the sweetest soundtrack you’d ever heard. Art was so cinematic in moments like these, he leaned up to kiss at the nape of your neck, cheek, and lips.

“Pretty, perfect girl.. I love you.” Your gentleman muttered against your mouth. You smiled and sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as Art brought your panties up to help you slip them back over your thighs and to your feet as steady as you could. Dressing himself as well, he glanced down at you through his hooded eyes to see your impressively only slightly disheveled state. You were just always glowing, it was hard to make that go away anyways.

“You sleeping down here tonight?” Art buckled his pants again as he questioned you with a soft raised brow. You started to smirk at the way he was heading. You shrug.

“Maybe, maybe not… I’ll sneak into your room when they’re sleep, if you want.” You offered the man, the glint in your eye saying you’d suck his cock and let him have you in as many different positions as he’d like in a couple hours till you were all tapped out. The blonde only scuffed and towered over your presence that was still taken by your hoyden attitude, just to turn you back towards the doorway.

“Go host your party.” he taunted almost fatherly, to then leave a light slap on your ass that made you giggle on the way out.

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rumplereids · 7 months ago

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wonderstruck.

part one. tags: spencer reid x fem!reader. tech analyst!reader. early-s1!spencer. a/n: tech analyst!reader won’t leave my little brain. i hope u like this :) masterlist. requests are open !

You were 21 when you got recruited into the bureau. Barely a graduate, and already on a FBI watchlist. Honestly, the only reason you’re under their watchful eyes is because of a lapse in judgment.

To celebrate the semester ending, your roommate decided that you both needed to get drunk. Being a psychology major with a pre-med roommate leads to tequila shots in your own dorm room. It’s the convenience and comfort of your own space that got you so drunk. This situation led to this: you admitting to your roommate, with heavy eyes, that you can “hack, you know. I learned when I was 15.”

She sat up from her place on the floor.

“Really? I don’t believe you!” she giggles, and then hiccups.

“I so can!” there’s indignation and a want to prove yourself in the tone of your voice.

“Okay, show me!”

Shuffling on heavy feet, you plop down in front of your laptop. A few clicks and the comforting clacks of your keyboard, and then a window pops open. You look at the wide-gaped mouth of your roommate. “What are you hacking?”

You hum, “I don’t know.”

And then you remember the talk from a few days ago. Two agents from the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit came over to your college to talk about criminal profiling to psychology majors and anyone else interested.

Completely inebriated, you manage to hack into their database. Your hazy mind doesn’t forget to compliment the beauty and intricacy of the codes and firewalls you broke down.

At Quantico, Virginia, Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia rushes into her unit chief’s office.

“Sir, somebody is attempting to get into my system. I think they’re trying to communicate?”

Hotch follows Garcia into her office, the quickness of their steps catching the attention of Dr. Spencer Reid who was seated at his desk, skimming over a case report.

When Hotch gets into Penelope’s ‘lair’, his eyes squint, adjusting to the dimmed lights and bright screens. On the main monitor, a window displaying the barebones of a text chat is open.

<ATHEN411> ????

<ATHEN411> hiiiiidfgsd

<YOU> Who is this?

<ATHEN411> ohymgofd i didnt think anyonewould alsnwer

<ATHEN411> wh o it sthis?

<YOU> BAU Section Chief Aaron Hotchner.

<ATHEN411> omfdg i know uuu !! jason mentoined u

<YOU> Jason?

<ATHEN411> yhuhh jason digeon or sumn omg i cant tpoye

<ATHEN411> sorry

<YOU> Jason Gideon? How do you know him?

You’ve completely forgotten about the conversation. Until, a few days later. You’re turning the corner of the hallway to get into your dorm. Backpack slung on a shoulder, arms full of your laptop, binders and a soft-bound copy of your final paper. You stop in your tracks when you see two men stationed outside your room’s door.

One man was in a shirt, jeans, and combat boots. He also had sunglasses on. The other had a permanent furrow to his brows, dressed formally in a suit and tie.

“Hi, can I help you?” you ask, hand reaching into your hoodie pocket for your keys and pepper spray.

The one in sunglasses holds up a badge and ID.

“FBI. I’m Agent Morgan, this is Agent Hotchner. Are you Y/N L/N?”

You gulp, wondering why they knew your name.

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“Can we talk somewhere private?”

Your bring out your keys, and you notice how Agent Hotchner eyes the pepper spray keychained to it.

“Um, yeah. We can talk inside? My roommate’s still out.”

You unlock your door and walk in, the agents following in after you. Dropping your bag on your desk chair, you turn to ask the agents, “How can I help you?”

Agent Hotchner asks, “Are you familiar with the name athen-four-one-one?”

You look up at them guilty.

“It’s athena-eleven.”

“So, it’s you?” Agent Morgan clarifies.

“Yes. How did you find me?”

The two men share a glance. A silent conversation passing with you unknowing.

“Two nights ago, you hacked into the BAU’s database.”

You look at them in suprise, “I did?”

“Yes,” Agent Hotchner says, passing a folder to you. Inside are images and a transcript of messages shared between a ‘P.GARCIA’ and ‘ATHEN411’.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, realizing what’s happening.

“I was drunk off my ass two nights ago! I’m so sorry,” that catches Agent Morgan’s attention.

“You were drunk?”

“Yeah, my roommate and I were celebrating our exams. I didn’t… Am I in trouble?”

Agent Hotchner raises a hand in a placating gesture, “You were drunk when you hacked into the bureau’s database?” Confusion and slight amusement evident in the tone of his voice.

“Yeah,” you confess, “It was just a dare! I don’t even remember much of it.”

Agent Morgan looks as if he doesn’t know what to think about the situation. You feel the same. Agent Hotchner extends a hand to get the file back from you, and you give it to him easily.

“Would you go with us back to the station?”

“What? For what? Am I being sued?”

“The opposite. I would like to conduct a proper interview.” Agent Hotchner explains.

“An interview? For what?”

“A job as a technical analyst at Quantico.”

You look at them, eyes furrowing in confusion and disbelief, “What? I can’t!”

“Why not?”

You gesture toward your desk, “I still have a paper to pass!”

Meeting Penelope Garcia was like a dream come true.

“I should have realized! The triple-stacked firewall should’ve been so obvious! The Black Queen signature!”

The blonde’s eyes sparkle, happy to meet a match.

“Athena-Eleven! I didn’t even notice you were in my systems until you sent your first message.”

You feel your chest puff up at the indirect praise.

“You were one of my idols,” you admit, “Your exposé on Griffith Industries was just… stunning! Absolutely flawless. You had a section in your code that I used to build my private server—” Agent Hotchner interrupts your spiel.

He gestures to the rest of the room, where agents were seated at a round table.

“This is Y/N L/N, the unit’s newest technical analyst. ” he says, and you give a shy wave. You get a wave back from the agent wearing glasses. He’s cute. Have you seen him before?

“This is Jennifer Jareau, our communications liaison,” you shake her outstretched hand. She’s so pretty, you start to think, gorgeous blue eyes too.

“You’ve met Derek Morgan,” Agent Hotchner says, and Agent Morgan gives a two finger salute, his hands wrapped around a coffee cup.

“Agent Jason Gideon,” you return his handshake, mumbling a shy; “Hello, sir. Nice to see you again.”

And then, “This is Dr. Spencer Reid—”

“Oh! You were with Agent Gideon at the seminar! You talked a bit about geoprofiling, and how an unsub’s subconscious can’t help but stick close to home, which helps you triangulate the—” Agent Hotchner lets out another soft cough.

“Um, yeah. I did. Nice to meet you,” he gives another small wave, smile close-lipped and awkward. Endearing. He’s really cute. “I don’t really shake hands.”

You nod, “I get that, germs and stuff. It’s actually, weirdly, safer to kiss.”

You don’t see the way JJ and Derek look at each other, nor do you notice when Penelope whispered, “Oh my God, there’s two of them.”

“Your code name, it’s for the Athena, right? The Greek goddess of wisdom, warfare, and handicraft?” Dr. Reid asks you, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Yeah. I love greek mythology.”

He gives you a smile, “I do, as well. I’m wondering about the eleven though. Does it mean anything?”

You tsk’d through your teeth, “The angel number 1111’s often seen as a spiritual wake-up call and awakening. I thought it was fitting, and I was 15 when I chose the name, okay? Excuse little old me.”

“That’s cool,” Dr. Reid admits. If he remembers your file right, you were barely 17 when you became a trademark and known name in underground hacking circles. He can’t properly meet your eyes, struck in awe. Athena. It’s perfect for you.

“Y/N formally starts her job with us in three days,” Hotch informs the team, “Be kind.”

With a final word, Gideon and Hotch start to return to their offices.

Derek straightens from his position on the office chair. “I am very kind!”

“He didn’t say anything about you,” Penelope teases.

“Ooh, that says a lot, Morgan. It says so much,” JJ teases back.

You smile at them, your new co-workers, taking the seat JJ was gesturing at for you. The three continue bickering, you start to tune them out as you make eye contact with Dr. Reid. The apple of his cheeks blush red, and you can’t stop the grin on your lips from getting wider. He’s downright enchanting.

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hemmingsleclerc · 10 months ago

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Scandal! pt2┃CL16-MV1

part 2!!! is all yours, thank u sm for the love and support for this work

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f1_gossip This afternoon Y/N uploaded a story to her Instagram account in which only she appeared on the beach, but her mother uploaded a video to her stories this afternoon where you could see Y/N, Max and Y/N's little sister, relaxing in the water. But Max uploaded a post where his family was seen right there, letting us understand that both families went out for a little getaway! Could it be that both drivers are in some type of relationship? What do you think?

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f1_gossip OH MY GOD! After the accident between the Ferrari and the Red Bull, a completely angry Max went to look for Leclerc and fans captured the moment when Max started pushing and yelling at Charles. Was all this simply because of the race or something else?

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chunghasweetie · 5 months ago

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𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐃 | J.JK

— pairing | stranger!oc x stranger!jjk

— summary | jungkook being dragged to a party ends up with him fcking namjoon’s homegirl

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

sexy sex, cursing, praising

— word count | 2.9k words

— song suggestion | privacy — chris brown

“Got fuckin’ work in the morning I don’t have time for this shit.” Jungkook grumpily complained once again.

His friends here and there would drag him out to some parties downtown. Nights full of drinking and meaningless conversations with random people.

He used to be a party guy but after his career jump started, he had no interest in going out.

His friend group went out every weekend, bars, clubs, parties, etc. It didn’t matter. Any social event, you’d be sure to see them.

“Stop complaining. You’re here aren’t you?” Jimin groaned. “You’re getting annoying.”

“Whatever.” Jungkook shook his head.

“Don’t know why you’re mad. Maybe you’ll actually get some tonight.” Taehyung added.

“Yes Jungkook! We know hella girls here and I know they be down for some Kookie.” Jimin teased. “Are our usual girls going? What about the Kim girls? Or the Choi twins? Yo see is Y/n is gonna pull up!” He nagged Namjoon.

“I ain’t even check. Do it matter? You’ll hang with anyone.” Namjoon rolled his eyes in response.

The men eventually pulled up to the function, hearing the loud music blaring from the outside before they even went in.

“Smells like weed and cheating partners, my favorite.” Taehyung inhaled. “Aren’t you excited Jungkook?”

Jungkook glared in response, still annoyed.

The men flashed their IDs to the security at the front before entering.

His friends weren’t wrong about the smell. It grew stronger with each step, it burned into his nose.

“Ah shit my main ones already here!” Jimin pointed at a group of skimpy dressed girls dancing near the bar, “Hey ladies!”

The men walked their way, girls giggling at their enthusiasm.

“Ladies.” Taehyung smooth talked them, making them giggle and shy away.

Except one anyway.

“We missed you!” One of them pouted, attempting to be cute.

“Yeahhh! Jiminie it’s been a week why haven’t you texted me?” The others screechy voice could make Jungkook’s ears bleed.

“Oh my gosh.” One of them froze. “Omg omg omg!!! Jungkook finally came!! You brought him!” She jumped in excitement.

“Woah!”

“He’s so handsome in person!”

“How’d you get him to come out? Who cares! I want him to dance with us!”

“Come on girls.” Namjoon calmed them. “Let him breathe, he not used to the spotlight like us.”

 Jungkook shot him a glare. “You act like I’m scared of em’.” He mumbled

“I know you not.” Namjoon shook his head. “But one of them, you might be.”

“What?”

“Fuck, it’s hot in here.” A voice came from behind the other girls. “Can you guys move out the way? I’m tryna get another drink.”

And his heart stopped.

He had never imagined he’d see the most beautiful face at some ghetto underground function.

“Hey Y/n.” Namjoon greeted, giving her a side hug.

“Hey Joon.” She smiled, turning to Jungkook. “You brought your other friend.” She smiled his way, waving.

He just stared back at her, with a dumb look on his face.

“What’d I tell you? Told you he wouldn’t talk.” Namjoon shrugged.

“It’s cool.” She shrugged. “Probably won’t see him again.”

“This why I can’t stand either of you. Never want to go out and live up your youth!” Jimin interrupted, two girls on his arm.

“Because some of us actually have lives outside nightclubs.” She rolled her eyes, refacing Namjoon. “Hold my purse? I need to go to the bathroom real quick.”

Namjoon nodded and she walked off.

“Bad as hell huh!” Namjoon blurted, bro-hugging Jungkook.

“She’s cool.” Jungkook tried to stay nonchalant.

“He’s lying!” Jimin laughed. “Nah we knew you’d like her that’s why we begged her to come out too!”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Jungkook groaned “You guys are annoying as shit.”

“Eugh look at him! My man’s smitten!” Jimin pretended to swoon, making all the girls laugh.

“Nah. She pretty yeah, but that’s about it.” He shrugged.

The man was lying through his teeth.

That weed smell? Turned to straight vanilla when she walked his way. His attitude? Complete 360.

 Damn was she pretty. They didn’t even meet her here they had to drag her out.

The comment she made to Jimin? Instant green flag.

He felt more delusional than the time Taehyung through a Las Vegas stripper actually loved him.

He shook his head, ignoring his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Whatever man. Get this man a drink!” Taehyung flagged down the bartender.

“Okay I’m back.” Y/n grabbed her purse from Namjoon. “Thank you.”

“No worry about it. Yo, my boy said he’ll buy your drink. Get whatever.” Namjoon told her, winking at Jungkook.

“Really?” She rose her eyebrow, turning her attention to Jungkook.

“Uh— Yeah I got you. Get whatever.” Jungkook swallowed.

Namjoon made eye contact with the rest of the boys, signaling them to move away from the bar so they could be alone.

“I’ll take a Malibu Bay Breeze.” She ordered.

He ordered after her, “I’ll just take a Gin and tonic.”

“Sorry they’re annoying.” He apologized for his friends. “But I haven’t formally introduced myself, my names Jungkook.” He put out his hand.

“Y/n.” She shook Jungkook’s hand. “I heard you don’t like coming out like that huh?”

His lips curve into a slight smile. "Nah, I ain't really a party guy. My boys dragged me out.”

“But now that you hear, I'm glad I came." He takes a sip of his drink, eyeing her. “They never mentioned you before.”

The bartender came back around with their drinks, the two thanking them.

“I don’t come out like that either.” Y/n replied, sipping on the drink she was just served. “Namjoon and I dated a bit in college but now we just cool. He just asked me to come out tonight to hang out with you guys.”

His eyes widen briefly. "Oh so you know Namjoon, huh?”

She nodded.

“Well, I gotta say, Namjoon's got good taste.” His eyes linger on her face, then slowly drift down to her body. “Real good taste.”

“Yeah you think so?” She chuckled, “You definitely have a good eye.”

"Oh, you have no idea.” He leans in closer, growing more comfortable and confident. “Like I’ve said, I'm not really into the whole party scene, but if I had known there'd be beautiful women like you here, I'd have come more often."

“Really?” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t think Namjoon would pull up with a friend I wouldn’t find immature and annoying.”

“Well, I’m glad I'm not disappointing. And just so you know, I'm far from immature."

“You ain’t gotta tell me. I can see you compared to the boys. You’re more reserved than them” She responded.

"That's one way to put it.”

Jungkook reaches out and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, “I like to think I'm more... refined. More put together."

He was pulling out the stunts now.

“I can tell.” She grinned.

Y/n was definitely giving him a major ego boost. Not in a desperate way, enough for him to want more.

“Refined and interested.” His voice dripped with passion. “So tell me, Y/n, what else can you tell about me based on first impressions? Since you’re so observant.”

“You seem to be very forward, I can already pick that up.” She chuckled. “Might be the playboy type.”

“Forward, yes. Playboy? I don’t know about that one Y/n.” He leans back slightly, “Hey now, I’m not that bad.” He grinned.

“But I won’t lie and say I don’t enjoy women.” He admitted."

“How’s that working out for you? Since you never go out.”

"Well, it's not like I haven't had options. He leans in close My bed's not empty every night, if that's what you're implying.”

He winks, clearly enjoying her company.

“So you are just like your friends is what you’re telling me?” She rose her eyebrow.

He noticed a small change in Y/n’s expression.

He was realizing he was getting a bit ahead of himself, getting cocky.

He needed to slow it down.

“Hell no, I'm nothing like those horny bastards.” He shakes his head, “I'm just... selective. And skilled. But hey, don't go spreading that around."

“Nah, now I have to tell everyone.” She teased.

Back on track.

He gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "You wouldn't dare. I'd have to take drastic measures to keep you quiet."

“Really? And what are those measures?”

Damn was Y/n beautiful. The light highlighted her face beautifully in every way.

She didn’t even need to show all out because her body was already built so perfectly.

Everytime she spoke it was like honey to his ears.

He grins, his eyes locking onto hers "Well, I could always make sure you forget all about telling anyone.”

He reaches out and gently brushes his thumb across her lower lip. “Or maybe I could just keep you occupied all night, so you don't have a chance to say a word."

She was definitely feeling him as much as he was feeling her.

“I like the sound of that…” She mumbled.

“I’ll be honest Y/n, I usually ain’t the type of guy who asks this to random women but,” He paused. “Would you want to get outta here and head back to my place?”

༊—

He nuzzles into her neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell amazing. His hand slides further up her thigh as he speaks. “Fuckin’ finally got you alone."

They had already made out during that entire taxi ride.

The two barely could barely make it through the door of his house, lips smacking and saliva dripping from their passionate mouths.

As soon as the door clicked shut, he was all up on her, his hands gripping her hips as he spun her around to face him.

His kisses was passionate and demanding, his hands roaming over her body possessively. He broke the kiss only to speak against her lips. “Bedroom. Now. I gotta have you.”

“You’re turning me out” she chuckled against his mouth before heading up his stairs into his room.

He followed close behind, his hands gripping her backside as they entered his room.

He gently pushed her onto his bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to unbutton his shirt. “You’re driving me crazy. So fuckin’ pretty.”

“I didn’t even do anything” She mumbled.

“You exist. That’s enough.” He crawled onto the bed, his hands finding the hem of her shirt.

“Lift your arms.” His voice was low, commanding.

He gently lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it aside as he took in the sight of her. His hands roam over her bare skin, his fingers tracing patterns on her stomach.

“Fuck, you're gorgeous.” He murmurs, his lips pressing against her collarbone.

“I’ll be honest I haven’t uh— done anything like this in quite some time.” She confesses.

Jungkook pauses, looking at her with a soft expression. "Okay, baby. Whatever you're comfortable with.”

He continues to kiss and nuzzle her neck, his hands staying above the waistband of her pants. "I just want to be with you, however you need me to be.”

That almost immediately set her off. It was the bare minimum yes, but she couldn’t help but smile.

She grabbed him by his hair and crashed her lips back onto his and sloppily made out with him once again.

His response was equally fervent, his hands gripping her hair as he deepened the kiss.

His body covered hers, his hips grinding against hers. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her body, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. “Unbutton my pants.” He rasped out.

She nodded, doing as she was told.

He lifted his hips, allowing her to slide his pants and boxers down. His erection sprang free, waiting for her.

He guided her hand to it. “Stroke me. He groaned, his head falling back. “Just like that, baby. Your hand feels so good.”

She had no problem touching him, almost like she had already known his body.

He groaned at her touch, "Fuck, just like that." His hands found her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he continued to grind against her.

He could feel her heat through her pants and it was driving him crazy. “Take these off— fuckin’ now.”

She loved being directed what to do. He was demanding and instructed her well. She quickly slipped her pants off, leaving herself in a dark red glittery thong she didn’t think anyone would’ve seen.

His eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of her. He ran a hand up her thigh, his touch rough.

"You look...addicting. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, slowly pulling it down. "Lift up, baby. So pretty”

She nodded slowly, biting her lip as she stared down at him.

He tossed her thong aside, leaving her bare before him. He took a moment to admire her, his hands caressing her thighs. "Spread your legs for me." His voice was low, almost a growl.

She slowly spread out her legs, her heat throbbing for him.

He settled between her thighs, his eyes locked on her center.

He reached up to spread her lips open, exposing her to his gaze. "You just pretty from head to toe." He murmurs, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against her clit.

"I'm going to eat you out until you can't remember your own name." He smirked in excitement.

“Jungkook” She whined, mesmerized by his words.

He grinned up at her, his breath fanning over her heated center. “I’m just getting started.”

He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

He explored her thoroughly, his tongue delving deep inside her.

“Oh fuck” A curse word slipped from her lips, not expecting his warm and wet tongue so soon.

“Fucking amazing. Tastes so fucking good.” He mumbled against her head.

He chuckled against her, the vibration causing her to shudder. “Perfect girl.” He continued his assault, his hands holding her thighs apart as he devoured her.

“You’re fuckin’ good at that” She hummed, mind numb from how overwhelmed she was with pleasure.

He could feel her walls clenching around his tongue, her juices dripping down his chin.

He lifted his head, his chin glistening as he looked at her. “And I’m just getting started.”

He climbed up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue. His hands wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Keep them there.”

He leaned over, grabbing a condom packet he had previously tossed on the bed. He ripped it open with his teeth and slid it over his length.

“Now just let me know if I need to go slow okay? Gotta let me know if you’re hurting.” He kissed her forehead.

“O-Okay.” She nodded.

He aimed himself at her entrance, his broad tip stretching her as he slowly inched inside her tight heat.

The two immediately gasped as it went in, exhaling as he fit himself inside her.

He groaned low in his throat, “Fuck, you’re so tight. You weren’t kidding”

“W-Whatever. You’re just too fucking big.” Y/n mumbled.

“Mm but you’re taking me so good beautiful.” He picked up his pace.

Jungkook grunted, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he slowly thrust deeper.

“Take a deep breath, baby. You can do it.” He encouraged her.

“Fuckkkk” She groaned “Shits starting to fit perfectly.”

He pulled back to look at her, a smirk on his face. “That's it, take every inch. Your pussy takes it so good.”

He started to move, his thrusts deep and steady. One hand released her wrists to grab her hip, pulling her into each thrust.

“Feels so good.” She breathed out.

“You have no idea.” He growled, his pace increasing as he pounded into her.

“Fuck, I love this tight pussy.” He reached between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my dick more.”

“You’re so rough” She giggled, blushing.

He grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wider as he continued to rail her.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mixed with their heavy panting and her screams of pleasure. “That's it, baby. Take it. Fuck.”

She whined “So…Fucking…Mmm…Good”

He leaned down to kiss her, muffling her cries as he continued to thrust into her hard and fast.

His own grunts of pleasure filled the gaps between her moans. “You're so close, baby. I can feel your body gripping me tighter. Let go pretty girl.”

Her body trembled, “Y-yeah.” She was under him, shaking and whining.

He felt her walls clamp down on him, her orgasm hitting her hard. He didn't hold back, letting her cum before quickly pulling out and cumming all over her stomach through the condom.

He quickly rolled over beside her, the two panting.

“You better not tell Namjoon.”

“Oh I have to tell Namjoon.” He chuckled.

“You can’t!” She tried to catch her breath. “Then he’ll be right.”

“About?” He cocked his eyebrow.

“He told me that I would end up going home with you tonight.” She mumbled.

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled. “Worked out for me.” He wrapped his arm around her.

“Worked out a little too well, I actually did it.” She shook her head.

“Mm it worked out for me real baby I got a pretty girl in my bed.” He taunted.

“Whatever! I was supposed to not be here tonight.”

“But are you regretting this?” He stared at her.

“No…”

“Then it doesn’t matter. Let him be right.” Jungkook shrugged. “At the end of the day, I’m the real winner.”

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invincibledc · 5 months ago

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Imagine on Halloween the Supersons trio are dressed as their parents, Damian Batman, Jon Superman, and Wonderboy!Reader having to be with his mom's lol

“TRICK OR THREAT!”

Pair: Superson Trio

Summary: going trick or treat wearing the costumes of their parents, only one of them is embarrassed.

Genre: Fluff.

|| note: the boys are 13 also I love this idea! ||

“Mommm!” Y/N yelled embarrassed, he didn’t expect to wear his mom’s costume. Well he did, he just thought it would be pants for the costume, but no. It was her usual costume she fights in daily. Rope, crown, shield, and sword. And the blue and gold-colored high waisted star printed skater skirt. With shorts under them of course. Diana smiles at her son, “Cmon pumpkin. You look like a mini me as of now!” Diana takes another picture of the boy who held a flustered face. He immediately covered his face embarrassed.

“I hope Damian and Jon aren’t coming…” y/n says to himself. “Actually they’re outside right now.” Diana says with a smile, taking one last photo of Y/N. “What?! No, no! Those two idiots can’t see me like this!” Diana narrowed her eyes at her child. “Why not. Do you not appreciate looking like a warrior?” Y/N opened his mouth to argue but the motherly glare dared for the boy to say something. Shutting his mouth he groaned, “Whatever.” Diana goes to the door and opens it for Bruce and Clark to enter with their mini them.

Damian was dressed as Batman, and Jonathan as his father, Superman. The boys were excited to see how Y/N would look, and boy did they have a laugh at the Amazon male. Damian held a hand to his mouth as Jon cackled holding his stomach. “Omg! -wheeze- you’re wearing a skirt!” Jonathan says pointing to Y/N who looked ready to punch Jonathan. “So what! Warriors wore skirts regardless of gender like men.” Y/N huffs and pokes Jonathan hard at his chest.

Damian was done laughing, wrapping an arm around the angry Amazon. “Prince, it’s fine to be Wonder Woman. At least you look like a warrior still.” Damian says snickering. Jonathan nodded smiling, Y/N shrugged off the arm of the boy wonder. “Whatever, let’s just go trick or treating.” Y/N walked pass the two boys who immediately followed after the Amazon male. Clark smiles at the trio, he had finished chatting up with Bruce and Diana. ��Okay kiddos, let’s get this rolling!” Clark says opening his truck, Jon gets in quickly with a smile, excited. Damian grabbed Y/N’s hand gently and helped the Amazon male in like a gentle man. Damian held a smug grin, Y/N glared at Damian and pulled his hand back.

“Stop that.” “Of course your majesty.” “Ughhh!”

The car ride was calming for the less, Y/N had his arms crossed over his chest. Damian was looking outside of the window as Jon was singing songs with his father. Damian peeked over at the boy between him and Jon. He couldn’t help but smile, the boy was gorgeous. Jon was doing the same, the two boys haven’t noticed they were staring at the Amazon male for so long to the point Y/N felt irritated at the feeling of the stares. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer bozos.” Damian smirked. “I wished I’d taken a photo.” Y/N whipped his head at the boy.

“Watch yourself Wayne.” Y/N says with a glare. Jon laughed a little. Finally Clark stopped in the middle of a busy neighborhood. “Alright kids, remember I’ll be right here and if you kids need me. I’m already listening for yall.” Clark says pointing to his ears. “Thanks pops!” Jon says happily, exiting the truck. Jon helped Y/N out, he didn’t care that the sassy Amazon male didn’t need help. But it felt good for Jon to help the boy out.

“Let’s have funnn!” Jonathan says excitedly with Damian and Y/N smiling at the golden retriever boy. “Let’s!” Y/N soon yelled out with a wide smiled. And the trio started to go nuts, going for the big houses. Damian was of course getting gasps as he was the son of a billionaire. Y/N and Jon was having fun seeing adults suck up for Damian and then Jon. Jon for his adorable looks. Y/N was smiling at his bag of candy, he didn’t notice some boys and girls staring at him. Protectively, Jon and Damian blocked Y/N from their view. They continued their trick and treating. Damian slickly putting some of his candy in Y/N’s bag.

It was going great! Until some kids had seen the Amazon boy, kids from the school Y/N goes to. The kids were a bunch of idiots with no hobbies except to make fun of others, and they seen Y/N with the two supersons.

“Hey sissy!” Y/N immediately turned around with a hardened expression, the Amazon male didn’t see how Damian and Jon was already in a formation by the Amazon boy. “I didn’t know that Y/N Prince was a sissy! Can’t wait to tell the school this.” The kid said, Y/N walked forward, wiping his sword out. “You dare make fun of me!” The kid snickered, “That’s a toy sword, what are you gonna do princ—" with a quick slash in the air, the tire of the bike was flattened. The air was quiet with a smug Amazon boy, a proud Wayne, and surprised Kent. “What’s that? That’s the sound of a flatten tire. NOW SCRAM!” Y/N yelled pointing his sword in the direction the kids came from.

The kids grabbed their bearings and ran off, but the kid still had one thing to say. “You’re still a sissy!” Y/N growled under his breath, ready to chase them before Jon placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Shaking his head no, Damian had a smug look with crossed arms.

“That was amazing Prince. Very amazing.” Damian says standing by Jon and Y/N. “Dude.” Jon says not impressed by his best friend’s antics.

Y/N scoffs and puts his sword back into its hold. “Whatever..let’s just get more candy and head home. “ the Amazon boy walks away from the two, the two can clearly sense something had trouble the boy. Jon and Damian look at each other and immediately try and corner the boy. But Y/N was speed walking through crowds of children. “Y/N.” Damian says, Y/N almost stopped but kept walking. Jon sighs and immediately grabbed Y/N, “Dude. Whatever that guy said to you earlier, isn’t true. You’re still the most masculine boy I ever known!” Jon says with a soft smile.

Damian nods, smoothly interlocking his fingers with the Amazon boy. Y/N blinked at his two best friends. “I..-sigh- thank you for your concern but it’s not that.” Damian and Jon raised a brow. “Then what is it Y/N?” Damian asked. Y/N looks down embarrassed. “I’m cold….” The chilly air of fall had hit the boy’s legs ever since they had exited the truck of the Kent. Jon and Damian laughed. “That’s all?” Damian asked. Y/N nodded with a sunken in lip. “Alright, let’s hurry this up then.” Damian says pointing up by the street.

With a still embarrassed Amazon, Damian and Jon wrapped their capes around the boy. It brought them closer as the two boys held each hand of Y/N. Walking through the neighborhood for the end of the night of Halloween.

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tpwk-formula1 · 6 months ago

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Omg hi. I just found you and cheered. I have a order.

Lando Norris, Thick Crust, Red Sauce,

Cherry Tomatoes, Root beer, Mango Smoothie,

Aftercare

If you could maybe make it a dizzy, inconcent reader where people flirt with her and she dosnt now and flirts back and Lando thinks the only way for people to leave her alone would be if she pregnant with his child. And he definitely has feelings for her. 🤭

✨️THANK YOU ✨️

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thick crust sugar daddy red sauce rough sex cherry tomatoes "I can't wait to watch you swell with my babies" root beer daddy kink mango smoothie baby trapping dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x Ditzy! reader

AN: Okay! So I am so sad that I had to close my requests early but in a week I got over 100 requests which is fucking amazing and I am so happy for them but I want to make sure requests are coming out in a timely manner so I will be completely all requests within the next few weeks and once the Pizzeria is back open it will be a rebrand... So if you have any prompt ideas, kinks, or overall things you want to see get added to the menu just send me a message and I'll see what I can do!

TW breeding kink, baby trapping, pregnancy, dirty talk, rough sex, creampie, jealous Lando

WC 1200+

Y/N POV

"Danny! You can't just say things like that," I laugh loudly with the Australian in front of me. I can feel my cheeks growing red from the sexual joke Daniel just cracked.

I can feel a hand on my lower back making me look over my shoulder to find Lando making my smile grow more before I lean up and place a kiss on his cheek.

"What are you two up to?" Lando questions with a slight edge in his voice.

"Was just telling, Y/N about my summer break," Daniel says with a smile. I watch as Lando's face grows in a smile before he's ushering us towards the bar.

"Don't wander to far," Lando tells me making me look up and smile.

"Okay, babe!" I say when I place a kiss on his cheek.

"Are you okay?" I ask Lando softly making him nod his head before flagging the bartender down and ordering both of us drinks.

As time passed I found myself talking with Charles and Ollie.

"Charles! You'll have to invite me over sometime!" I tell Charles as he finishes telling me how he finally got Leo to stop peeing in the kitchen.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I'm just gonna steal her away. We have early morning plans so I gotta get this one off to bed," Lando says randomly interrupting making me raise a brow before trying to speak.

"Say bye," Lando tells me before I can even say anything.

I just turn back towards the two men waving a good bye before following Lando out of the club.

"I literally told you not to wander off," Lando snapped when we finally hopped into our Uber.

"Lando, I could see you the whole time," I reply back softly not understanding why he was so mad.

"Could you? Cause there was a solid 5 minutes where I was wandering around to find you," Lando tells me roughly making me huff and turn my back on him to look out the window.

Lando and I sat in silence for the rest of the car ride when we finally pulled up to his apartment building instantly making me get out and march to the front doors not waiting for Lando.

When we get into his apartment I lock myself in his bathroom still not wanting to talk to him, but eventually I had to face him and when I walked out of the bathroom I was changed into a silky sleep dress while Lando was sitting in bed in his boxers.

"I don't wanna see you entertaining men anymore. You're mine," Lando says not even looking up from his phone.

"Last time I checked, you were the one who was adamant we were nothing more than sex and money," I reply back while climbing into the bed next to Lando.

"Do you see the way you walked into my home like it was yours? How you climb into MY bed like it was yours? The way you have half my closet full of your stuff? That's all because you're mine, whether it has been a discussion or not, you have come into my life and fucked up any prior deal, so fucking sue me if I set a boundary with you," Lando finally snaps back making me look around his room realizing that over the year of us hooking up for money I had basically moved in. I had made his home our home and I didn't even realize.

"Lando, I think we should have this discussion when we are both fully sober," I tell him softly. I knew what I wanted sober or drunk I wanted Lando to be mine but was this just some drunk game Lando was playing.

"No, I'm barely fucking tipsy., I didn't even realize you didn't realize you were mine. I thought it was unspoken," Lando tells me softly before turning towards me and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"Do you know how many men want to fuck you?" Lando questioned with a raised brow making me laugh slightly.

"Lando, you're the only man who wants to fuck me," I reply back with a roll of the eye.

"You're mine," Lando said moving topics again and pulling me in for a heated make-out session.

I quickly climb into Lando's lap and grind my bare pussy against his briefs making his groan slightly.

"I'm gonna put a baby in you," Lando tells me softly making me sit up and stare at him in complete shock.

"The fuck are you on about now?" I ask Lando before he pulls me back into for a kiss where he flips us over so I am now under Lando letting him grind into me backing me whimper.

"You're mine and when you walk around that fucking paddock in 6 months everyone will fucking know you're mine," Lando said while trailing kisses down my neck making it clear he was marking his territory.

"You're insane," I whisper back but it quickly turns into a moan because Lando is leaning down and taking a soft lick out of my clit.

"Daddy," I moan when Lando starts sucking on my clit while lightly teasing my soaked hole with his fingers.

"Oh fuck," I scream out when Lando slips 2 fingers in and finds my G-spot.

"I want you to cum on my fingers," Lando says while speeding his actions making me feel the band in m stomach start to grow tight letting me know I was close to cumming for Lando.

"Daddy," I scream out when the band finally snaps and I'm cumming all over Lando's fingers. Lando helped ride my orgasm out before he's pulling his briefs down and roughly shoving his cock deep into my pussy.

"Oh! Daddy," I gasp still not fully recovered from my previous orgasm and can already feel a second one building up.

"Fucking hell, so damn needy already gonna cum for me," Lando said with a smirk while bringing his hand down to my clit and giving it a rough rub bringing me closer to the edge.

"Daddy," I whine when I feel myself reach the point of no return, cumming all over Lando's cock with a shout. I was shaking and so long in my own pleasure, I don't feel Lando's hips shutter as he fills my pussy full of his cum.

"I can't wait to watch you swell with my babies," Lando groans with a smirk while slowly pulling out of me.

"Lando, I probably didn't get pregnant from one time," I tell him softly with a laugh falling from my lips.

"I'll fuck you until you do," Lando says with a shrug. That night we fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.

6 weeks later

"Fucking hell," I gasp while staring down at the positive pregnancy test.

"I told you, you were gonna have my babies," Lando said with a proud smirk.

"Lando, what the fuck are we gonna do?" I ask starting to panic.

"Hey, calm down! It's all gonna work itself out," Lando tells me softly while pulling me into his chest.

"I can't wait to see everyone's face when you show up to the paddock supporting a bump caused by me baby," Lando tells me making me laugh lightly.

I knew we would figure everything out. It wasn't how I pictured myself getting pregnant but boy am I happy it's how it happened.

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dollzites · 17 days ago

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⏦ﾟ♡︎ “you’ve got me, okay? let your husband help”

୨ৎ pairing: husband!gdragon x wife!fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

୨ৎ summary: jiyong had promised to never leave your side once pregnant with his child and did he stick with that promise? he sure did but there was things that you could do on your own! a independent woman you were but he never lets that happen. to him that’s why men are here to help and care for their women.

୨ৎ from myeong: omg hi!! so happy to be back and getting to everyone’s requests! I absolutely adore this one and hope you enjoy it so much!! x

“oh jiyong..” you whispered quietly to yourself seeing him asleep on the hard and cold ground. all of this to paint the baby’s room and of course he had to add in his own artistic ways that you couldn’t quite follow or understand. a hand rested on your large round belly that was ready to pop any day now or at least you thought until the doctor said it could be a few more weeks—oh how painful it was but the excitement to see the baby was much more intense than feeling annoyed by it. doing the best you could to sit on the floor beside him jiyong’s eyes opened and widened the moment he saw you trying to crouch next to him, “what do you think you’re doing!” he yelled. no he wasn’t yelling at you in an aggressive or even mean way but a more.. ‘you must be crazy!’ type of way and you were more than okay with that. jiyong was the most caring man you’ve ever met and he was truly a blessing to you. playfully slapping at his hand when he reached to grab ahold of you he pulled back and shook his head at your complete stubbornness. “jiyong give it a break already! I’m pregnant not paralyzed.” and a sigh left his lips not wanting to argue about this and it was always in a very playful way. “you don’t know what could happen! look at you! you’re carrying our child. you could fall and really hurt you both.” his caring nature was just so attractive, it was something that you fell in love with first about him. he took such good care of you that’s how you ended up in this situation… big and pregnant.

after a few more minutes of talking he helped you up and took the both.. or all three of you to bed. each night he would make sure you had everything by your side in case you got uncomfortable during the night or didn’t feel the best and needed something for nausea. but.. sometimes you found yourself pretending to sleep just so he would finally go to bed and you’d turn to look at him, so handsome even during his deep sleep. gently letting your fingers run across his beautiful face wanting nothing more but to kiss those sweet lips of his. he was the best thing that’s ever happened to you and he was all you ever needed. him and now the little one that you hoped would look just like his father.

“let me get the shower ready for you.” the next morning jiyong was of course up bright and early just to make you something to eat and help get you in the shower. if he didn’t shower with you then he’d sit next to the shower door and wait, not knowing if you’d need help or maybe you just wanted him close to you. this morning wasn’t any different as he sat next to the shower and waited for you. helping you dry and dress right afterwards because he insisted that you didn’t do anything yourself it would be way too dangerous. “gosh jiyong sometimes you’re so.. stubborn yourself. why don’t you go eat, yeah? I’ll take a rest in bed and read a little bit of my book.” it took jiyong the longest to agree with you and take care of himself, eventually yelling at him to do so and he would listen quite quickly. you found it cute how quickly he would listen to you once hearing the seriousness in your soft voice. it was never long and he’d come right back up to the room taking care of you. helping you eat, drink, and even reach for things that you could’ve gotten yourself.

later that day jiyong took you to the studio to give you a sneak peek of his newest album which each time you got to listen it was amazing as always, he was such a musical genius. “do you think this will pass onto the baby? your music talent?” jiyong only laughed at your comment and shrugged his shoulders but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want that to happen—he would love for that to happen. “it’s been a few hours why don’t we go get you something to eat, hm? you also need some water since it’s been about.. thirty minutes! come on let’s go.” even keeping up with your water intake and the exact minutes that’s just how jiyong was. as you both found a cute cafè nearby he needed to make sure that everything you wanted to order would be okay for both you and the baby which you never knew what that meant but he was always so worried about the weirdest things. “I need to take good care of you.” is all he’d say and you rolled your eyes. “are you ever going to let me just do something myself?” although it may have sounded like a rude question full of attitude he knew that’s not how you meant it, you had such a soft spot for him taking good care of you. “you’ve got me, okay? let your husband help.” and with that you simply nodded your head and leaned into his side hooking your arm with his own, turning to press a quick kiss to his cheek before looking away in embarrassment. what you didn’t realize is he absolutely loved seeing that side of you and prayed that it never ever faded away.

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kiss-me-muchoo · 6 days ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧

summary_ your heart was big enough to love two men, but your head too messy to pick one, so when both stood you up on your birthday, when you thought everything was over, you realized it had just started.

warnings_ AGE GAP (reader in her early 20s and American), literally implied threesome at the end, implied sex, cheating, in-ho and salesman have a really good relationship with reader, questionable morals, do not romanticize irl.

notes_ today is my 21st birthday omg, wasn’t on my bingo card to fall for older Korean men while in my twenties. I’m obsessed with JENNIEs new album, this is inspired by starlight bc I was just a white lie!!!!!!!!!

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 gong yoo

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 lee byung-hun

✰ Index (+ fics here)

୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ———୨ৎ───୨ৎ

It’s cold, foggy, and rainy when you turn off the shower. Your apartment had a large crystal window that allowed you to see the landscape of Seoul. And although the view was unclear thanks to the clouds and fog, you just knew the city looked as beautiful as always.

You enter your bedroom with your semi-wet hair hanging all disheveled and a towel around your naked body. You start grabbing a pair of underwear, dress pants, a sweater, and picking a pair of boots.

The towel falls to the ground and you look back at your bed. Tangled with a mess of sheets, there lays your boyfriend, already eyeing you with a sleepy smile.

“Morning, gorgeous” You blow him a kiss and he smiles even more, rubbing his eyes and starting to stretch. “I left you scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and bagels”

“Is there anything you’re not perfect at?” He questions as you kneel beside him in the bed while in underwear.

“If you stayed a whole week with me… you’ll realize I’m far from perfect” You lean to kiss him, which he doesn’t reject.

His hands end in your back, palms softly pressed against your skin before unclasping your bra.

You laugh amid the kiss, you feel him smiling as well as his big hands start caressing your breasts.

Maybe it’s because his touch was gentle, precise, and very distracting, but you let him slip his tongue and the kiss turns a mess.

Until you moan and realize it’s Tuesday and you have to be punctual.

“Nice try, but I won’t be late to work again, In-ho” you whisper, leaving one last kiss in his mouth, knowing damn well you will leave him hard and needy.

“You’re bad…”

“Not really” You grab your boots and bag before turning to look at the man in your bed.

Damn, he had a great body to be an old man.

“When are coming back?” You ask, leaning on the doorframe. In-ho sighs, brushing some hair off.

“Thursday and Friday” you nod.

“Okay, bye, baby. Kisses!” You finally leave.

When you met In-ho at a pet store, you literally laughed at the sight of him buying a goldfish. You bought a hamster and In-ho said it was ugly as fuck.

And you ended up fucking him that night after having casual dinner.

The hamster died two days later.

He was a retired cop, single, had a wife who sadly passed some time ago, was sweet but rough in bed, and enjoyed when you cooked for him.

Eight months ago you started seeing him. And he earned the privilege of having the key to your apartment.

Well, one of your apartments.

Your phone started ringing when you hopped onto the train. Your shift as head pharmacist was about to start and you weren’t expecting a call until 3:00pm.

“Hello?” You say after answering. “Why are you calling so early?”

“I slept well and woke up early…” you smile.

“I have a proposition…” your smile grows.

“Oh…” you can hear him chuckling at the other side of the line.

“Perhaps the lovely lady I’m talking to is free this weekend to go on a little trip?…”

“To where?” you just know he’s smiling.

He always smiled when you were clueless, being reckless and showing him traces of affection.

“It’s a surprise…”

He and his surprises.

“Pick me up Saturday morning” The way you were smiling like an idiot while still on the train was enough to let you know how down bad you were. “Any recommendations for clothing?”

“A fine dress, like the sapphire one you wore for our last date. And something to get in the water…”

“Hmm, good clues” he chuckles again.

“No clues, baby”

“How am I supposed to wait till Saturday?” You dramatically ask. “I already miss you so bad”

“I miss you too, love”

“Just some days and then I’ll have you the whole weekend and Monday” You knew what he wanted to add. That he will ruin you.

Your legs rub together before any wet mess can happen and the anticipation begins.

“You’re a tease! I’ll pick only outfits that’ll make you cum as soon as you see me”

He lets out a laugh.

“I have a lot of self-control, darling”

“Mhm, I’m sure you do. But I’m afraid I have to leave you. I need to go to the restroom. I’m starting ovulation week and I’m so wet all the time. Bye, baby!” you hang up, a cheeky smile plastered all across your face.

Your boyfriend was cold but easily melted for you.

He also had a key to your apartment, just not the same as In-ho.

You had been dating him for six months. And he was a core shaker. Your salesman had so many secrets, you knew. How he avoided talking about his job, infancy, and the lack of empathy with the poor.

But you also had one or two things well hidden under your sleeve.

Starting that you were not a pharmacist. You were a biomedical chemist and every two months you took a boat ride to an island, where once a year you were in charge of picking the right organs from deceased people.

Morally wrong, financially right.

Just as you and your two lovers.

Morally wrong but emotionally and sexually right.

…

To say you were spoiled by your salesman boyfriend was an understatement. You never asked for anything from him. He was the one buying your stuff out of nowhere.

Your cheeks felt hot while you waited for an assistant to come with your Tiffany box.

“Why did you pick a necklace instead of a ring,” your boyfriend asks, getting distracted by your asymmetrical skirt and black top.

“Because, my dear, when I get a necklace, I never take it off” he smiles, pleased with your answer.

He wanted you to emotionally depend on him. He wanted you to be as obsessed with him as he was with you.

And so far, he felt pleased.

Like a good girl, you thanked him with a big kiss at the parking lot of the luxurious mall. Your salesman grew impatient and shoved you into the backseat of his Maserati.

Quickly, you ended up straddling him, grinding against the tent in his dress pants and mixing your saliva with his through a sloppy kiss.

“Please” you don’t even know what you’re pleading for. His kisses were some addicted poison that could never get enough from.

He was so odd that just by the touch of his lips, he had you clenching around nothing and soaking your underwear.

“Please what, baby?”

“Don’t make me say it” you say between moans. He smirks, holding you by the hips and motioning you to move against his erection.

“You have to use your big girl words, baby” he says, looking in awe at your beautiful sweaty body.

You take off your shirt and bra and your salesman wastes no time in leaning to suck on your breasts.

“Please fuck me”

“What did you say?” He was mocking you, twirling his tongue around your nipple and making you look stars.

“Please fuck me!” You repeated with urgency, pulling at his soft dark hair.

“I’ll do more than that…”

He kept his promise.

…

You feel your mascara running down your face, it’s all because of the mask. Different from the pink guards one, but still a mask that kept your identity private.

The late Il-nam hand-picked you after you started treating his illness years before he died. He said you had vast talent and urged you to work for him.

Your condition was to keep your identity private, he agreed.

The first weeks of inspecting dead bodies, weighing human organs with thin gloves, and feeling the weight of death, all used to haunt you.

Until you grew used to it. And you weren’t proud of your hidden job. You were not at peace with your tasks and you’d never understand the mentality of the people who paid and gambled to see people dying.

Those were steps of capitalism you’d never reach as much as you worked for the ones leading it.

You sigh, looking at the blood-drenched gloves and dropping the metal silver tools into a bassinet.

Once you step out of the procedures room, you see the man expecting you; the frontman.

“What are today’s numbers?” His cold and modulated voice from the black mask he wore sent shivers through your spine.

“Sixty-three bodies. 38 females and 25 males. Two were fully discharged because the livers, kidneys, and hearts weren’t in perfect condition” he nods once.

“Good. Send the full report to my office and then you’re dismissed”

Your hands looked young. He can’t see well enough because of the blood covering your gloves, but he knows he’s speaking to a young woman.

In-ho wondered why such a young person was already involved in such a dark matter like the island. And you came into his mind.

His young pharmacist girlfriend.

He wouldn’t like it if you were involved in a job like his.

But you already were, and you were mastering it.

…

As if it were an alternative reality, In-ho and you are not strangers working on an island holding child games to kill people and traffic their organs. There is no pleasure in death and the air is light with pure nature and virgin sand.

In-ho and you are a couple. He took you to the beach to the opposite sea of country, parallel to the island.

There’s a hill to walk down.

“Look!” you say excitedly, pointing at the sunset. In-ho stops to turn and see you, taking pictures.

Your happiness made him smile. He had a lot of free days ahead. With you by his side, he easily forgot about his job as the frontman. He wishes there was no frontman job, that way he would feel completely worthy of being with you.

Only that way he wouldn’t feel like his wife was seeing him proudly, wherever she was.

“Isn’t it pretty?” You ask, but upon no answer from him, you turn. “In-ho, darling, Are you okay?”

You pull him out of his thoughts.

“Uh, yes. So sorry, love”

His English was so perfect. You always tell him he sounded almost like he had an Aussie accent.

“I was thinking that maybe we should have dinner…” he says, his right arm around your shoulders as both of you kept walking.

“That sounds nice” you agree. “And then, we’ll wait until midnight to get into our private pool”

In-ho starts chuckling.

“Why until midnight?”

“The energies, In-ho! We have a gorgeous full moon about to come out” you tell him as if it was the most obvious thing.

Sometimes your older boyfriend would forget how superstitious and younger you were.

“You and your witchcraft” At his words you start cackling. You nudge him as walk past him, pretending to be annoyed.

“I was joking, darling”

He jogs to be by your side again, chuckling and putting his arms around you to prevent you from walking.

“You’re still fast to be an old man”

“I was a policeman” you roll your eyes playfully.

“Theory; your policeman instinct left you developed tons of stamina in your late forties” Both of you start laughing.

The last rays of the sun are directly hitting your face. You have to close your eyes but there was a playful smile on your face.

And In-ho notices the necklace hanging on your neck. Golden with a little heart plaque pendant.

“Is that a new necklace?” you open your eyes and look down at your cleavage.

“Yes, I bought it last week…” you reply sounding calm and confident.

If only he knew.

“Is pretty…” In-ho answers.

He isn’t fully convinced. He has an odd omen after paying attention to the necklace but tries to ignore it.

The feeling returned when you were changing into your bikini to get into the pool with him. He was looking for a balm you asked for in your bag.

In-ho stumbled across a golden lighter. It wasn’t his, it wasn’t you because you didn’t smoke.

Have you started smoking? There was no trace of a package. Something was off?

Just as a certain salesman found a locked drawer in your place. He forced it open and found three different cracked phones, lots of keychains, stacks of money, and two guns.

Something was off.

…

There are two rolls of sushi, previously folded in aluminum wrap, three different sauces, two beers, and tempura between you and the salesman.

You lean forward as he places his golden lighter in front of you to get you going with your cigar.

Both of you start smoking in silence, the city is far from being silent but the sounds of the traffic, and the bright lights in the middle of the night form an appealing silence between you and your boyfriend.

“When I was little I always used to say I’d never live where there wasn’t a city” you start, blowing out the smoke from your cigar. “And now that I’m getting older, having a ranch and living in the countryside sounds more appealing”

The salesman pays attention to your words. He never thought about it. He always knew that where he lived didn’t matter since his misery would always be carried along.

“I’m bringing it up because I really liked our rural trip some weeks ago”

“Maybe when we’re older…”

Your eyes snap open.

Was he hinting at a possible future together?

Of course, you wouldn’t reveal your sudden love for the countryside because both of your boyfriends spoiled you with nature-filled trips and you wanted to live happily ever after with both.

Would it ever come the time to pick one man?

Or would karma take what’s theirs and make you end up alone?

You know you’ll go crazy if that happens one day. It wasn’t your intention to be with both. You would never hurt your boys. But you knew the guilt you felt was justified.

And it’s wrong, but that guilt is the only thing you need to know you’re not insane for dating two men at the same time.

“Hey, your birthday is coming right?” Your salesman asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You never thought he’d remember.

“You remember…”

“Of course I do” he answers with a proud smile. “What do you want to do?”

In-ho asked you the same question days ago.

“I don’t know. Maybe dinner…” he nods in agreement.

You didn’t know who would you spend the night with.

It was at that moment that you questioned how far you had gone for love.

…

All your birthdays had been good as a kid. Each year there were fewer invitees, but they didn’t stop being good.

Your first birthday in Korea is rather bittersweet. Your boyfriends stood you up on your birthday.

Were you really that much of a bitch?

Being part of an organization that was cruel, and shushing while allowing people to take more power than granted. And then, dating two men at the same time.

Neither of them answered your phone calls.

You start weeping as you walk back home. The guilt of seeing both started weeks ago, it should have been enough proof of what was about to come.

You open the door of your main apartment. The biggest out of the three you owned. There were your most personal items and all your secrets.

And when you drop your keys in a random bowl, you see two silhouettes sitting in your coach.

You get startled, until you distinguish who were those two silhouettes.

“I’m sorry” you whisper loud enough for them to hear.

They don’t look at you until you start walking towards the living room.

Not a good start but at least it was honest.

They look a little taken aback but calm.

“We’re sure you are” The tone the salesman used made you shiver, questioning that mocking and arrogant face he used to recruit players.

“Tell us, Why couldn’t you just pick one?” In-ho indicates you.

You sigh, walk further inside, and step away from them, only your living room table separating the pair of men with you.

“Because both are perfect for me. I’m so selfish that I want to keep you both…”

Both chuckle and you don’t know how to feel. Maybe pathetic…

“Why do I feel like you’re lying to us?” Asks In-ho. He was only playing with you.

“But I love you both so much!” You say sobbing. Your knees nearly wobble but you do your best to stand still.

“Oh, Should we pity you?” Asks In-ho, he turns and exchanges looks with the salesman.

They both love you too. Deep in their hearts they feel betrayed. But the luck of having you unconsciously on the same side as them, was bigger than their ego.

Both are broken enough to not mind being in an unhealthy relationship. As long as the dynamics with each one of them didn’t change. They could survive.

Until one proposed marriage or one ended up knocking you up.

You can’t tell what they are implying with the exchange of looks. But they are plotting for sure.

You see how your salesman takes out the golden lighter you know so well.

There’s a cake you hadn’t acknowledged, and he’s lighting the candles. It’s pink, and round and it had some baby pink roses as well.

Your eyes tear up again. It was your birthday.

“Take off your clothes,” your salesman says.

You grow confused, tears still spilling.

“What?” You ask.

“Now don’t be shy, darling” In-ho urges you with a sultry voice.

Your fingers shake but not out of fear. But thrill…

Your coat lands on the floor and slowly, you let the straps of your dress slip. You make eye contact with both.

You can now see what rules are in their hearts. You understand why life with In-ho felt domestic and why with the salesman felt euphoric.

Neither of them are good men. But you also are far from being a good woman.

For three different reasons, the three of you ended up working in the same place.

Feeling beyond vulnerable, you can only wait until both stop scanning your male body. In-ho was softer when he fucked you. The salesman was rough no matter what.

The salesman kissed you more often than In-ho.

You had never compared them before.

“Blow the candles, darling…” you deserved to be dumped. “Good girl, happy birthday”

But they weren’t good either. They killed people, they weren’t morally right.

You couldn’t feel completely guilty. Right?…

The only thing messing with your head was the uncertainty of what would eventually happen.

“Now what?…”you ask, kneeling at the little table.

The salesman smiles, In-ho doesn’t smile, but you can see there’s some hidden joy behind his straight face.

You blow the candles, the room falling into some heavy silence.

“We’ll share you” you hear In-ho saying.

Through the silence and complete darkness, you start smiling.

Happy fucking birthday to you.

Despite your errors, your treasons, your secrets… they’ll share you?

Who were you to complain?

________________________

Short but I just wanted to write something for my birthday. Next week finally I’ll post the Han Yun Jae fic and I’m eager to finish Coffee Prince to start part two of twin with Han Kyul.

this week I bought tickets to see Blackpink 4 for the second time with my bffs in LA, yesterday I had the most wholesome hangout, I ate so much sushi today and I’m about to cut my birthday cake with my family and drink a lot, literally a perfect week <3

oh I’m so in love with gong yoo <3333

#squid game x y/n #squid game x reader #gong yoo x reader #gong yoo #lee byung hun x reader #lee byung hun #the salesman x reader #salesman x reader #recruiter x reader #the recruiter #the frontman x reader #frontman x reader #hwang in ho x reader #hwang in ho #in ho x reader #young il x reader

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『 chapter one 』

꧁ summary: dean and the reader get thrown back to the 1920s, stuck in a time where they don’t belong. with no clue how to get home, their best bet is to blend in, fast.

꧁ warnings: cussing, protective!dean, slight fluff, pinning, Dean in suspenders looking hot as ever, men in the 1920s, lmk if I missed anything?

꧁ word count: 4.3k

꧁ note: omg, I finally posted the first chapter! schedule has been set to chapters being released on mondays! lmk what you guys think!

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The hunt had been routine. A simple case of cursed objects, an old mansion filled with junk that shouldn’t have been disturbed. Dean had been griping about how easy it was, how “even Sam could’ve handled this one over the phone,” right up until the moment the two of you touched the wrong damn thing.

At the time, though, nothing had happened.

You’d found the object, a small, gold watch tossed it in a cloth bag, and finished clearing the house. No sudden flashes of light, no eerie whispers, no instant consequences. Just another weird relic, probably cursed, definitely something to lock up in the bunker’s storage room and forget about.

Or so you thought.

By the time you got back to the bunker, exhaustion had settled deep in your bones. You dumped your gear on the war room table, letting out a sigh. Dean followed suit, tossing his duffel down with a thud before stretching his arms over his head.

“Well, that was a whole lotta nothin’,” he said, voice laced with boredom. “Could’ve wrapped that up in half the time if you weren’t so damn careful about everything.”

You shot him a look. “Oh, I’m sorry, do you want to get cursed?”

Dean scoffed. “Please. If that thing was gonna do something, it would’ve done it already.”

And because fate was a cruel, ironic bitch, that was the exact moment the watch, forgotten inside the bag, began to hum. The sound was low at first, almost imperceptible, but then the whole room seemed to shift. The air grew thick, the overhead lights flickered, and a deep, unnatural pull wrapped around your gut.

“Uh, Dean—”

Before you could move, the watch pulsed with energy. A violent force yanked at you like a ripcord being pulled and the world tilted.

And then—The bunker was gone. The scent of gun oil and old books vanished, replaced by thick cigarette smoke and the sharp tang of gasoline. Instead of cool concrete floors, your boots scuffed against pavement.

Dean had grabbed your arm immediately, his grip solid and grounding, his body tensed like he was expecting a fight. “Tell me you’re seein’ what I’m seein’,” he muttered, his voice tight.

You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. The people around you were dressed like they’d walked straight out of The Great Gatsby—men in suits and fedoras, women in beaded dresses, their lips painted a deep red. A streetcar rattled past, kicking up dust, and a newspaper boy hollered from the corner, “Extra, extra! Read all about it—Prohibition raids downtown!”

Your stomach dropped.

“Oh, hell no,” Dean muttered.

You turned to him, your own panic reflected in his wide green eyes. “Dean… I think we just got zapped into the 1920s.”

Dean let out a sharp breath, scrubbing a hand down his face. “You’ve gotta be freakin’ kidding me.”

People were already starting to stare. Not just quick glances, but full-on, lingering what the hell are they wearing? stares. A few passersby even whispered to each other, their eyes flicking from your boots to Dean’s flannel like you’d just stepped off a spaceship.

It took you a second to realize why. Your clothes.

Jeans, t-shirts, boots, the normal, comfortable, modern look you always went for. But in the middle of a street filled with suspenders, pressed slacks, and actual fucking fedoras, you and Dean might as well have been wearing neon signs that read: Not From Around Here.

Dean noticed it, too. His entire body tensed, his shoulders going rigid as he muttered, “Shit.”

“Yeah, okay, we gotta move,” he said, grabbing your wrist in that no-nonsense, don’t argue with me way and tugging you into motion. His pace was quick but controlled, his boots clicking against the pavement as he steered you down the sidewalk. You passed shop windows filled with fancy hats, silk gloves, and glass perfume bottles, their golden price tags glinting under the electric lights.

Dean was already muttering to himself, running through a plan. “We need to lay low, figure out where the hell we are, and—”

“—find clothes that don’t make us look like time travelers?” you cut in, glancing down at your boots. “Because we are definitely getting stared at.”

Dean exhaled through his nose, irritated but resigned. “Damn haunted antiques,” he grumbled. “Just once, I’d like to go on a case where we don’t get zapped, cursed, or thrown into some parallel dimension.”

You snorted. “Yeah, well, guess we’re not that lucky.”

“No shit.” Dean’s grip tightened on your wrist. “We need to get off the street. Now.”

The moment you turned the corner, you nearly collided with a man stepping out of a shop. You gasped, stumbling back as he caught himself with a smooth step, barely fazed.

“Whoa—easy there, doll,” the stranger drawled, his voice slow and syrupy, like he had all the time in the world. He tipped his fedora at you, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You barely had a second to process the sweetheart before his gaze flickered over you and Dean, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “You two get caught in the rain or somethin’?” he asked, head tilting. “You look a little… out of place.”

Dean stiffened beside you, his entire body coiled tight like a spring. You could feel the tension radiating off him, his grip still firm around your wrist. He didn’t say anything, but you could practically hear the son of a bitch forming in his head.

So, you jumped in first, forcing what you hoped was an easy smile. “Uh, yeah,” you said quickly, heart hammering. “Long story. We, um… lost our luggage.”

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but he didn’t press. “Tough luck,” he said, clicking his tongue. “You might wanna check out Miss Ruby’s dress shop down the way—she’ll fix you up real nice.” Then his gaze slid to Dean, taking in the flannel, the jeans, the decidedly not 1920s-approved boots, and his smirk deepened. “And, uh… maybe get your fella a proper suit before someone thinks he’s lost.”

Dean’s entire face twitched. His lips pressed together in a thin line, his grip on you tightening like he was this close to decking the guy just for existing. Instead, he forced what might’ve been the most painful smile of his life and muttered, “Yeah. Thanks, pal.”

The man gave a polite tip of his hat before strolling away, casual as ever, leaving you and Dean standing there in awkward silence.

“C’mon, Winchester,” you teased, stepping ahead of him, the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. “Let’s get you looking respectable.”

Dean let out a low grumble behind you, but he followed.

Miss Ruby’s shop was small but elegant, nestled between a bakery and a hat store, its window display showcasing delicate lace gloves, silk scarves, and dresses that looked like they belonged in an old hollywood film. The moment you stepped inside, the scent of lavender and perfume wrapped around you like a thick, flowery embrace, mingling with the faint hint of dust and aged fabric. The place was warm, cozy in that old-money kind of way—polished wood floors, gold-framed mirrors lining the walls, and soft jazz crackling from a radio in the corner.

Miss Ruby herself was a sharp-eyed woman in her fifties, dressed to the nines in a dark burgundy dress with matching lipstick, her hair pinned into neat curls. The moment her gaze landed on you and Dean—your modern clothes standing out like a sore thumb—her thin brows lifted. She didn’t even hesitate before declaring, “Well, aren’t you two in a pickle?”

Dean huffed under his breath, shifting uncomfortably, but you stepped forward, plastering on a polite smile. “We, um… ran into some bad luck. We need outfits.”

Miss Ruby gave you a long, scrutinizing once-over, eyes narrowing slightly. “A couple in need of a wardrobe refresh, huh?”

Dean tensed beside you. “We’re not—”

“Yes,” you cut in quickly, elbowing him in the ribs hard enough that he let out a soft grunt. The last thing you needed was more questions, more suspicion. If blending in meant letting some random 1920s lady think you and Dean were a couple, then so be it.

Dean shot you a seriously? look but kept his mouth shut.

Miss Ruby didn’t look entirely convinced, but she just waved a hand. “Ladies’ section is in the back. Gents, you’ll be up front.” Then, with a smirk, she eyed Dean’s flannel like it personally offended her. “And maybe something that doesn’t look like it crawled out of a barn.”

Dean bristled, muttering something about perfectly good flannel and what the hell is wrong with barns? as you grinned and followed Miss Ruby deeper into the shop. The fabric of the dresses brushed against your fingertips as you passed—silks, velvets, delicate beading that caught the light. Everything here felt rich, out of place in your hands.

And for the first time since being thrown into this mess, the weight of it really hit you. You were stuck in another time, trying to fit into a world that wasn’t yours. But as your fingers skimmed the soft fabric of a midnight-blue dress, one thought grounded you.

At least you weren’t alone.

Ten minutes later…

You ran your hands down the beaded fabric of your dress, feeling the intricate embroidery beneath your fingertips, still struggling to believe you were actually wearing something so elegant. The midnight-blue silk clung to your figure in a way that felt both foreign and intoxicating, the delicate stitching shimmering under the soft glow of the shop’s lights.

Every movement sent a ripple through the fringe at the hem, making it swish around your legs like liquid silver. Your arms were bare except for the smooth embrace of long silk gloves that stretched up past your elbows, the fabric whispering against your skin. A delicate headband, adorned with tiny pearls and a single dark feather, sat nestled in your hair, completing the transformation. You caught your reflection in a nearby mirror and barely recognized the person staring back at you—like you’d stepped right out of an old photograph, a ghost of another time.

You weren’t sure how you felt about the dress--until you stepped out and saw Dean.

And oh, fuck.

He was standing near the shop’s front mirror, rolling his sleeves up just a little before adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt. The vest fit like it had been made for him, the suit hugging every inch of his broad frame in a way that was downright sinful. And then there were the suspenders, peeking out from beneath the vest, stretched taut over his chest. Jesus. Dean Winchester in suspenders should’ve been illegal.

Your brain stalled, your breath hitched, and for a second, you forgot what the hell you were even doing.

Dean turned at the sound of your footsteps, his mouth already opening—probably to complain about something—only for the words to die on his tongue the second he saw you.

He fucking froze. His lips parted slightly, green eyes dragging over you in a slow, deliberate sweep that left your skin burning in its wake. His gaze lingered on the curve of your waist, the way the fabric hugged every inch of you just right, the delicate feather in your hair. He swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing, and you swore you saw his fingers twitch at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to reach out.

For once in his life, Dean Winchester had nothing to say.

The silence stretched between you, thick and crackling, charged with something electric. Your heart pounded so damn hard you were sure he could hear it.

Finally, Dean let out a breath, a little unsteady, and muttered, “Son of a bitch.”

You raised a brow, fighting a smirk. “That a good son of a bitch or a bad one?”

His jaw worked, his hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t trust himself not to reach for you. “You look…” He exhaled sharply and dragged a hand through his hair. “Jesus, sweetheart.”

Warmth spread through your chest, and you weren’t sure if it was from the compliment or the way he was looking at you—like you were the only damn thing in the world.

But two could play at that game.

You stepped closer, letting your eyes drift over him, slow and deliberate. “Not so bad yourself, Winchester.” You tilted your head. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you in suspenders.”

Dean cleared his throat, tugging at them like they personally offended him. “Yeah, well. They’re tryin’ to kill me.”

You grinned. “Shame. They’re kinda workin’ for you.”

Dean blinked. A faint flush crept up his neck. “Yeah?”

You hummed, your lips curving. “Yeah.”

Miss Ruby, who had been watching the whole exchange with an amused smirk, finally clapped her hands. “Well, aren’t you two just a sight? Like something straight out of a picture show.”

Dean tore his eyes away from you and cleared his throat again. “Uh. Yeah. Thanks.”

Miss Ruby handed you a small clutch and turned toward the register. “Go on and take a look at yourselves. Make sure everything fits.”

You turned to the mirror, expecting to feel a little ridiculous, but… you didn’t. Instead, you saw something else entirely—two people who looked like they belonged in this era. A sharp-dressed man and an elegant woman standing side by side, just like any other couple in the 1920s.

A couple.

Your breath caught in your throat, pulse hammering in your ears. Because for a second—just a damn second—it didn’t feel like you were on a hunt. Didn’t feel like you were trapped in the wrong time, wearing borrowed clothes, pretending to fit into a world that wasn’t yours.

It felt like something else. Something dangerous. Something that made your skin prickle and your stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with fear. And Dean felt it too—you could see it clear as day. His reflection met yours in the mirror, his green eyes dark and unreadable, something flickering behind them that sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers twitched at his sides, the same way they always did when he was holding himself back. Like he wanted to reach for you. Like he wanted to close the space between you, wanted to grab your waist and pull you flush against him—but didn’t dare.

The weight of it settled between you, thick as the summer air outside, humming like a live wire ready to snap.

It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? To give in. To step forward, to press your palm against his chest, feel the heat of him through all those damn layers. To tilt your chin up just a little, and—

Dean tore his eyes away first. Cleared his throat, shifted his stance like he was shaking off a punch. “We should, uh… get moving,” he muttered, tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves.

You nodded, maybe a little too quickly, trying to ignore the heat still crawling up your neck. “Yeah. Right.”

Dean made a noise somewhere between agreement and frustration, rubbing a hand over his mouth before turning toward the counter. He tossed a few crumpled bills—borrowed from a less-than-honest game of poker—onto the counter and gave Miss Ruby a tight-lipped smile. “Appreciate it.”

Miss Ruby arched a perfectly shaped brow, her gaze flicking between the two of you, lingering just a little too long. “Mhm. You kids have fun now.”

Dean grumbled something under his breath and made a beeline for the door, pushing it open a little harder than necessary. You followed, stepping back out into the warm night air, the scent of cigarette smoke and distant perfume hitting you instantly.

The street had settled a bit since earlier, the crowds thinning, the glow of streetlights casting long, hazy shadows across the sidewalk. You glanced over at Dean, who was adjusting his vest, his jaw set tight. He still looked too damn good in that suit, and it was doing absolutely nothing to help you get your head on straight.

Dean, for his part, looked as uncomfortable as ever. He tugged at his tie like it was choking the life out of him, muttering a string of curses under his breath. “Damn thing’s tryin’ to strangle me.”

You smirked, arms crossed as you watched him fumble with the knot. “You look good, Winchester. Try not to die over it.”

Dean shot you a look, equally annoyed and flustered but didn’t argue. Instead, he huffed and gave the tie one last, aggressive tug. “So what’s the plan, Miss I-Read-The-Great-Gatsby?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “First, we don’t draw attention to ourselves. Second, we figure out where the hell we are. Third, we find a way to get home.”

Dean grunted, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. “And if we’re stuck?”

You swallowed hard. “We’re not stuck.”

Dean must’ve caught the flicker of doubt in your voice, because his jaw tightened. His eyes softened—just for a second but his voice was steady when he said, “Damn right, we’re not.”

Before you could respond, the sound of lighthearted laughter pulled your attention to a couple passing by. They were well-dressed, hands entwined as they strolled toward a neon-lit building tucked between a tailor shop and a dimly lit alleyway. The low thrum of music and lively conversation spilled onto the street, mingling with the scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke.

A speakeasy.

Dean followed your gaze, and a slow smirk crept onto his face. “Well, ain’t that convenient.”

You hesitated. “Dean, I don’t think—”

“Sweetheart,” he interrupted smoothly, extending his arm to you like a gentleman, “when in Rome.”

Your breath caught. It wasn’t fair, the way he could look at you like that, smirking, confident, like you were the only thing keeping him grounded in all of this. The glow of the streetlamp cast shadows across his sharp features, the crisp lines of his suit making him look like he belonged here, like he was meant to be leaning in close, waiting for you to take his arm.

Goddamn it.

You exhaled, leveling him with a warning glance. “Fine. But if we get arrested, I’m blaming you.”

Dean’s grin widened. “That’s fair.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you slid your hand into the crook of his arm, trying not to notice the warmth radiating through the fabric. The smirk he shot you told you he definitely noticed. “Let’s go raise some hell”

The second you stepped inside, the air wrapped around you—thick with cigarette smoke, the rich scent of whiskey, and the underlying hum of something electric. The jazz band onstage was in full swing, the brass section wailing as a sultry-voiced singer leaned into the mic, crooning lyrics that melted into the haze of conversation and clinking glasses.

On the dance floor, flappers twirled, skirts flaring as men in sharp suits spun them effortlessly. Laughter and shouts of delight filled the room, and for a second, it didn’t feel like you were stuck in the wrong decade—it felt like you’d stepped into a dream, something dazzling and dangerous all at once.

Dean led you through the crowd, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. It should’ve been nothing—just instinct, just him keeping you close, but his touch seared through the silk of your dress like a brand. Every nerve in your body stood at attention.

“Looks like we fit right in,” he murmured, his voice low, his breath warm as it brushed against the shell of your ear.

A shiver threatened to race down your spine. You swallowed hard. “Guess so.”

The bar was a polished stretch of mahogany, manned by a broad-shouldered bartender in rolled-up sleeves and suspenders. He was wiping down a glass, his sharp gaze flicking up as you approached.

Dean leaned against the counter with that easy, practiced charm of his, flashing the bartender a lopsided grin. “Hey, pal. We’re new in town—just passin’ through. Know anywhere a couple of folks can get some work?”

The bartender’s eyes flicked between the two of you, his smirk slow and knowing. “Newlyweds?”

Dean choked on absolutely nothing.

You nearly did the same. “Uh—what?”

The bartender chuckled, clearly amused. “You two got the look. Lovebirds, fresh in the city.” He winked at you. “Don’t worry, doll. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Dean was still recovering, clearing his throat as he muttered, “Yeah. Great.”

Your heart flipped, an unwelcome warmth creeping up your neck at the thought of you and Dean looking like newlyweds. Which was ridiculous. Completely absurd. But then, as if he could feel the flustered mess brewing inside you, Dean slung an arm around your waist and pulled you against him.

You froze.

His voice, when he spoke, was smooth, easy. “Well, you got us all figured out, huh?”

The bartender grinned. “Hard to miss.”

Dean’s fingers flexed slightly at your waist, his grip firm, possessive. You had to remind yourself to breathe.

The bartender turned to grab a bottle of whiskey, and you seized the opportunity to lean in, lowering your voice to a harsh whisper. “What the hell are you doing?”

Dean didn’t loosen his hold. “Makin’ sure we don’t look suspicious.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Uh-huh.”

But he wasn’t looking at you anymore. His jaw was tight, his eyes trained on the bartender like he was waiting for something, calculating, already planning the next move. He was protecting you. And God help you because you didn’t want him to let go.

The bartender slid two glasses of whiskey across the counter, still smirking like he knew something you didn’t. You could still feel Dean’s arm draped around your waist, his fingers resting against your hip like they belonged there.

You swallowed hard, grabbed your drink, and downed half of it in one go. The burn in your throat was easier to deal with than the warmth curling in your stomach from Dean’s touch.

Dean chuckled under his breath. “Easy there, sweetheart. Ain’t gotta drink me pretty.”

You shot him a glare, your cheeks burning. “I’d have to drink a lot more for that.”

Dean grinned like he knew you were lying. Before you could throw another retort at him, a man slid onto the stool beside you. He was tall, lean, with sharp features and a cocky air about him. His suit was a little too nice, his smile a little too polished. Something about him set your hunter instincts on edge.

“Well, well,” the man drawled, looking between you and Dean. “You two are new around here.”

Dean’s hold on you tightened just slightly. “Just passin’ through.”

The man smiled like that amused him. “That so? Because a couple like you—” he gestured between the two of you, “—new in town, lookin’ for work? That makes people curious.”

You stiffened. “And what kind of people are we talkin’ about?”

His smile didn’t falter. “The kind who like to know who they’re dealing with.”

Dean let out a slow breath, his body tensing beside you. “Yeah? And what if we’re just here to enjoy a drink?”

The man tilted his head. “Then you’re in the wrong place.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. Dean smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “That so?”

The man smirked. “That’s so.” Then, as if this whole conversation was just so amusing, he slid a card across the counter. “If you’re looking for real work, I suggest you come find me.”

Dean didn’t pick up the card.

But you did. It was small, worn at the edges, with nothing but an address printed in bold, ink-black lettering. No name. No instructions. Just a destination, as if that was all you needed to know.

Your fingers tightened around it as you glanced up, searching for the man who had slipped it to you—but he was already gone, swallowed by the crowd like a ghost. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled.

Dean shifted beside you, his body coiled tight. “I already hate this guy,” he muttered, his voice low and edged with something sharp.

You exhaled through your nose, staring down at the card as your stomach twisted. “He knows something.”

Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing. “Yeah, well. I got a bad feelin’ about this.”

You tapped the card against the bar, your pulse thudding a little too fast. “You think we should go?”

Dean turned his head so slowly you almost laughed. Almost. The look he gave you could’ve curdled whiskey. “Do I want to? No. Do I think we should? Hell no.”

You sighed. “Dean.”

His jaw flexed, the muscle ticking. You could see the war happening behind those green eyes—every instinct telling him to walk the hell away, to trust his gut, to drag you out of here and find another way. But you both knew that wasn’t an option.

Finally, he let out a heavy breath. “Fine. But I swear, if this turns into some Al Capone meets monster-of-the-week situation, I’m gonna lose my damn mind.”

You smirked, leaning in just enough to make it worse. “I think you’d look good in a fedora.”

Dean huffed, unimpressed, and threw back the rest of his whiskey like he needed the liquid courage to put up with your shit. He set the glass down with a decisive clink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

But as the two of you stepped away from the bar, Dean’s arm still solid around your waist, the weight of the card in your palm felt heavier than it should have.

And deep down, you knew—this was just the beginning.

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