#babygirl needs a nice hug. someone please give this woman a nice hug

[rosa-maltz]

to ashes and blood

[damiansgoodgirll]

Im so much happy for rhea about the engagement, but can you please make reader x rhea where they had a thing going on like rhea flirting with reader and stuff and so reader wanted to tell rhea about how she feels for her but rhea tells her about the engagement? i need to cry again please

i’m so happy for rhea and buddy, like really really happy so i tried to made justice to the request even tho i don’t know how angsty this could be, sorry :()

rhea ripley x reader

you said you loved me

rhea said she loved you so many times you’ve lost count. when you helped her training. when you helped her getting new clothes - knowing how much she hated shopping. when you agreed to watch horror movies with her because no one else would. she always ended up her phrases with “thank you so much, i love you!”

you knew she meant it in a friendly way. you always knew she wasn’t really in love with you but somehow, in the back of your mind, you always hoped that one day she would confess her love for you.

the constant flirting at work. they way she would hug you before her matches and the way she would keep you close to her body.

she was home.

she made you feel safe.

the hotel rooms you shared everytime you were touring. she was the one who wanted to be in the same room with you, sometimes you even shared the same bed, and she didn’t mind when, in the morning, she would find you sleeping on her chest.

the sleepless nights you spent talking about your past, sharing your memories and your fears and trusting one another with your deepest secrets.

you thought it meant something.

but you knew she was dating someone, a friend.

and you really hoped she wasn’t really in love with him. you couldn’t stop thinking about how she would touch you everytime you were training, how she would slap your ass everytime you walked by, how she would scare every girl or guy that came too close to you.

you thought she was in love or that, at least, she would feel something for you.

she kept giving you signals and you couldn’t really decipher them.

the way she would cuddle you every time you shared the same hotel room, the way she didn’t even care if you saw her naked, almost as if she loved seeing you all flustered.

but her flirting tired you out, you needed more than words, you needed a proof that she really loved you.

and when she texted you, asking you if she could come to your place because she had something important to tell you, you really hoped that she was going to confess.

you wore your best outfit, your favorite jeans and t-shirt, you wanted to look cute and nice for her, you were 100% sure she was going to confess and you couldn’t even hide your smile anymore.

“hey rhea” you hugged her and he hugged you back. her hands went to slap your ass, something that she always did everytime she greeted you, and before taking a seat on your couch, she kissed your cheek.

“hey babygirl, how are you?” she asked you once you were sat on the couch. the tone of her voice was different, she sounded happier.

“oh good…how are you?”

“good! absolutely amazing” she almost screamed. she was way too happy for someone who was going to confess. that was the moment you realised that she wasn’t going to confess and that if you didn’t take the chance, you wouldn’t get a second chance.

“rhea i have to tell you something…” you whispered.

“yes me too!”

you were too focused on her face, on the way she was acting that you didn’t see the ring shining on her finger.

“you go first y/n” she said.

“you look like someone who is going to explode, you go first rhea” you laughed and she agreed.

“look!”

that was the moment you knew everything was over.

she was flexing her ring. her engagement ring. in front of your face “he proposed” she said smiling, her eyes couldn’t stay away from the shining ring.

“oh - oh i’m so happy for you” you tried to but your best smile on but you couldn’t, not when the woman you’ve been in love for the past years was going to marry someone else.

“you don’t seem happy…”

“i’m just shocked” you said “i’m so happy for you rhea! you’re getting married!” you hugged her, pretending you were really happy for her.

“oh trust me. i was shocked too…but he proposed” she said smiling.

“i’m really happy for you guys…” you smiled “i’ll congratulate with him next time i see him”

“i think he’s been planning this for over two months now” she laughed “anyway…what were you going to tell me?” she asked you.

oh, that…

“nothing, nevermind…it’s not important” you smiled at her.

she went on talking about how she wanted her wedding to be, what she wanted to wear, where she wanted to get married - probably the beach - how she wanted everyone to dress black, you included, because she told you that she needed you to be her maid, she wanted you to be her maid and she couldn’t wait for you to organise everything.

“i’ll be honoured…” you smiled, faking it.

and when she left was the moment you let all your tears fall. you didn’t care if your make up was ruined now, all you wanted to do was cry yourself to sleep.

but the following days at work were worse. you tried to avoid her, knowing that the pain in your heart was too big and seeing her it would only hurt you more. so you skipped training with her, and instead you trained with becky, texting rhea that you needed to help becky with some moves.

she didn’t mind it at first.

but she quickly realised something was wrong when you ditched her for the fourth time in the same week. so she interrupted your training with becky and shayna and asked you if you could talk in private.

becky and shayna knew something was wrong, you and rhea were like glue and seeing you staying away from her made her suspect something. they thought it was about the wedding but they never said it out loud.

“care to tell what’s going on y/n?” rhea asked you once you were both somewhere private.

“nothing’s going on…i’ve just been training more…”

“yes i saw that! you could have trained with me…i’ve never seen you training with shayna” she said.

“we’ve been training together for the past two months…you were just too focused with something else i guess…” you said.

“what? y/n…you’ve been ignoring me from the day i told you about the wedding…is that what’s bothering you?” she asked a little concerned.

“no…”

“really?”

“fine. yes. okay? are you happy now?” you almost screamed.

“but why? don’t you want to be my maid…” she thought.

“it’s not about that rhea! you don’t get it, do you?” you didn’t have anything else to lose.

“about what?”

“i’ve been in love with you from the day we met! rhea…how could you have been so blind?” you started to tear up but you were quick and you dried your tears away.

“w-what? how could i have - i had no idea…but you knew i was dating someone y/n…” she said almost defending herself.

“i knew that! but what about all the signals you gave me rhea? i really thought they meant something but apparently i was wrong” you told her.

“okay hold on, don’t blame me!” she got a little too defensive.

“no? what about all the times you let me sleep in your bed everytime we were sharing hotels, even though i had my own bed? what about you cuddling me in a non very friendly way? about you touching me everytime we were training? uh? about you let me see you naked? about you walking naked in our hotel room? about you wanting to ‘take care’ of me everytime i had a rough match?” you couldn’t keep it inside anymore.

“i had no idea…” she started talking but you stopped her.

“rhea! do you think i’m stupid? i know you did all those things on purpose…i’m just asking myself why?” you asked her.

“i really had no idea you felt like i was flirting with you…i was just being friendly and comfortable around you y/n” she defended herself.

“i don’t go out there touching my friends butts rhea!” you were losing your patience. you knew you shouldn’t be mad but you couldn’t help it.

“you never said anything…i never thought it was making you uncomfortable…” she said.

“i wasn’t uncomfortable, i was just very confused about you acting like that with me, but now i know it didn’t matter to you”

“i’m sorry if i made you think that i was in love with you…i never meant to hurt you, you’re my best friend and” she said but you scoffed and laughed away “i don’t understand why you’re so mad with me, it’s not my fault i love someone else y/n…”

“you said you loved me rhea…” you couldn’t even look at her “you said you loved me so many times, but you never really meant it, did you ?” the look on her face was enough to tell you what you didn’t want to hear it “i’ll see you in the ring ripley” you said, turning back and walking in the other direction, far away from her.

[donutloverxo]

Yes captain

Note - this is part three of corrupting a good boy but it's mostly porn so can be read as a standalone as well. Sorry about all the jealousy stuff its just what the muse calls for sometimes. Comments/reblogs are really really appreciated����🙏 Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - You ask Steve to keep it on while doing it 👀👀

Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, uniform kink, captain kink, daddy kink, roleplaying, jealousy, insecure reader.

Pairing - CEO!Steve x reader

Word count - 4.5k

“Ooo,” you yelped, trying to run away from his firm grip across your hips.

It only made him hold onto you tighter, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips. “There’s no where to run, babygirl,” he chuckled at your misery, delivering another harsh slap to your naked bottom.

You shrieked in pain as your flesh burned in agonising, but delicious pleasure. As if you’d ever want to actually run. “I’m sorry, daddy.” Since you were allowed to call him daddy now, which seemed to always make him forgive you, but you added your princess voice just to be safe and not make it any harder on yourself.

“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to make fun of my team, but you had to be a dumb baby and run your mouth,” he scolded you, slapping you twice before slipping a hand between your legs, the squelching noises of him gathering your slick on his fingers made your ears burn.

You had gotten too bored of him watching the game and not paying attention to you so you might’ve said some mean things about his team, but the jokes on him since your diabolical plan seemed to have worked.

You had gotten too lost in slight tinge of pain in the roots of your hair, that he was pulling, and his fingers teasing your core, you yelped forward when he slapped your pussy, gasping as you throbbed for more of it.

“Honey,” Steve shook your arm causing you to jolt awake.

You had a habit of talking or mumbling nonsense in your sleep and since he was a light sleeper it usually woke him up. He found your incoherent rambles and the little faces you made in your sleep cute, they were particularly intense tonight for some reason, and while he loved you with all his heart he was not about to let you talk nonsense about the Yankees.

“What? Where?” you sat up, rubbing the soft sheen of sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand.

“You were talking in your sleep, sweetheart,” Steve said, rubbing his hand up and down your back, “Come here.” He circled a hand around your waist, pulling you down and back against his chest, kissing the back of your head, “What were you dreaming about, hm?”

“Um...” you blinked, “How much of it did you hear?”

“You think your so clever, don’t you,” he teased, pinching the side of your hip as you giggled.

“Yes, I’m very smart.”

You shut your eyes, ready to go back to dreamland and to your daddy, who was just a version of Steve who liked being called daddy. Which was something Steve would never be into. Not that you’d ever admit to having such a shameful kink.

But you felt Steve grind his excitement against your ass, “You wanna go back to sleep, or...?” he asked, biting the shell of your ear before snaking a hand up your cami to grope your breast.

“You woke me up with such debauch intention?!” you gasped in fake incredulity. Deciding to indulge him and that any time spent with normal real Steve was much better than being with dream daddy Steve.

***

You fixed his tie, tightening it just a bit around his neck. His golden hair was smoothed back, your eyes caught a glimpse of his rosy pink lips. So pouty and perfect. You could spend hours just looking at them, his smile was what truly made you fall for him. But you pulled away when he tried to steal a kiss from you.

“Gloss,” you argued, puckering your lips. Instantly feeling guilty as his pink ones pouted, giving you his sweet puppy eyes.

“Come on, doll, just one kiss? Don’t you wanna wish me luck?” He bent to capture your lips but you moved your head away at the last second, making him groan as his nose bumped against your cheek.

“I spent over two hours getting ready for this!” you huffed, smoothening a hand over your puffy tulle dress, finally having a chance to wear it out in public.

“Did you just smudge my blush?” Gasping, as you looked into the mirror, picking up your rouge and patting it on again.

You loved the dress Steve had gotten you for Christmas, it was so pretty and princess and you felt like Cinderella wearing it.

But it was too... girl-ish, Steve had insisted that you wear it. So he could show off his beautiful new wife.

Tonight though, you had to look like a woman.

A strong woman.

Who is not to be fucked around with. And not someone who is vulnerable and weak.

Because you knew she was going to be there.

“You always look gorgeous,” he mumbled, looking in the mirror and patting his hair to make sure it was in place.

You had convinced him to grow it out. Having more courage to express yourself since the Christmas gift mishap a couple of months ago.

Tucking a loose golden strange behind his ear, you wondered how someone as breathtakingly as beautiful as him could be yours.

But as beautiful as Steve was, he could also be naive. He wanted to see the best in people, which often didn’t let him see what was right in front of him.

How his ex Peggy had been trying to cause problems between you two from day one.

At first she had welcomed you with open arms, with a treacherous smile her red lips had told you that she wanted to be best friends with you. Taking you to the MET museum, of which she was a board member, asking your help in organising a couple of galas and the fundraisers. Shopping with you to make you more presentable to be a CEO’s wife

You were prepared to be wary of her. The fact that Steve was still good friends with his ex, who he had dated for more than five years, didn’t exactly sit well with you, you knew you’d face some troubles there, but then you met her and spent time with her you knew that you did had nothing to worry about.

That was until she, and Steve’s mother, had tried to get you to sign a pre-nup before you both got married.

While Sarah was always nice, you could always sense a tinge of hostility, your intuition told you how she preferred Peggy over you and would much rather have her as Steve’s wife.

With a heavy heart you had told Steve you couldn’t do it. That there was no point in getting married if you would end up divorced eventually. You were ready to cut your losses then, to pack your bags and go home, preparing for the worst. But he understood and said that he wouldn’t be marrying you if he didn’t trust you.

You were glad to have worked out everything, but decided to play nice with ‘Judas', whom you learned had infamously betrayed Jesus from a mass you attended with Steve and Sarah, and pretend that you didn’t know anything about her betrayal.

You shook your head, there was no point in letting her ruin your night, or dictate what you wore. The dress was what you liked and who you were, there was no reason for you to pretend to be like her. Steve liked you because you were nothing like her,

....probably.

You looked over to Steve, tugging his pants up and securing them, you had never once thought you’d be someone who’d have a thing for men in uniforms, they were simply doing their jobs, what the fuck was sexy about uniforms anyway, but that was until you saw your Steve in his...

He really could pull off any color, even something as boring as army green, his chest and built looked almost too broad. Numerous medals adorning his chest. He certainly looked the part of a soldier.

He kissed your temple when he caught you staring at him and you only hoped he couldn’t decipher what was going on in that horny brain of yours.

Steve rarely ever talked about his days in the army. If he did it was about the friends he made and the good times he shared with them. And how army whipped him in shape, made him the man he was.

He had been honorably discharged a couple of years ago, all his army friends only ever spoke highly of him--which wasn’t really surprising.

***

“Hello, darling,” she smiled to you in her classy British accent, kissing your cheek before hugging you, “How have you been? Haven’t seen you since new years!”

“I’m good and you look amazing.”

Which wasn’t a complete lie, she did look elegant in her uniform, a lot similar to Steve’s but her coat had flares at the end which gave it a more feminine feel than that of Steve’s.

“So do you,” she beamed, “Oh, you have a little something,” she gestured to the corner of your mouth before wiping some white frosting from your cupcake off with her thumb as you tried to keep your face from cringing.

So far the strong woman act wasn’t coming along so well...

“So...how is married life?”

Wouldn’t you like to know. “It’s very good. You know Steve, he’s just amazing. I’m lucky to have him.”

“Oh, I did heard about your little goof with your erotica from Natalie, and the gift slip up!” she laughed, hooking her arm around yours, she walked with you towards your husband. “And here I was thinking you are a good girl,” she winked.

“I... guess I’m not...”

“I must say though, unfortunately for you I don’t think Steve would like any of that. He’s always been so traditional,” she rolled her eyes, “He has an old soul.”

Yes, you knew that. You knew that he was traditional and an old soul. Of course You did, he was your husband. Why she felt the need to point out the obvious was beyond you. “Well, you know people can be unpredictable,” you countered.

“Yes, well you’re free to explore of course, I just didn’t want you to get your feelings hurt,” she put a hand over yours.

“Peggy,” Steve greeted her.

“Oh don’t mind us. We’re just gossiping about you,” she smirked.

“Really?” he looked over at you with a quizzical face, “All good things I hope.”

“I don’t have anything bad to say about you,” you said giving Peggy a side eye, “Can we dance? Please?”

It didn’t take a lot of convincing because he loved dancing. After a couple of dances it was time for him to give his speech.

Seeing your husband up on the stage, hearing everyone talk about his accomplishments made your heart swell in pride. You really couldn’t believe you were married to someone like him.

You suppose that you understood where Sarah was coming from. It would make sense for someone like Steve to fall for and marry a classy worldly lady like Peggy. There really wasn’t much you could offer him.

***

“Steve,” you huffed, trying to yank on the zipper for like the tenth time, while you loved the dress you needed to get out of it and breathe for a while.

“Yes, doll?” he called for you, entering your closet, smiling at your struggling form. “How can I help?”

“You can get me out of this thing!” you said, turning your back to him.

You were really feeling yourself tonight, you had gotten a facial and a manipedi, a blowout, spending hours on getting ready for battle. You thought you looked good and fierce. But then you took off your makeup and your extensions and were reminded of how Peggy was much more effortlessly beautiful than you. She had often been dubbed as a ‘natural beauty���.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Is something bothering you?” he asked as he unzipped you.

“No. Will you let me change now?” you turned around, to politely ask him to leave.

“You’ve changed in front of me before.”

“Yes, well I can’t right now.”

“Why not?” he frowned.

“Because...” You couldn’t stop your eyes from turning misty, “I’m ugly...”

“What? Who told you that?” His face instantly flushed with anger as he held onto your forearms, and when you didn’t push him away he pulled you in closer to his chest.

“No one needs to. I know it because I’m not blind,” you confessed, the cool metal of his medal digging into your cheek.

“Then maybe we need to get your eye sight checked. Because you’re the prettiest girl in this whole world. I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.” He stroked your hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“You’ll have to fight the whole world then.”

“If it comes to that then I will.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how protective he was. Propping your chin up on his chest you blinked at him. “Why didn’t you marry Peggy? She’s so much more beautiful.” Your heart was heavy with so many emotions, usually you wouldn’t give in and ask something so dangerous--a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.

Judging by the frown on his face, you were afraid that you had upset him, but then it softened as his pale baby blues twinkled at you, “Why would you say that, doll? Peggy is beautiful, but I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I could never even dream of marrying anyone else.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I know I shouldn’t be comparing myself to others.”

“You really shouldn’t. They don’t measure up to you anyway,” he teased.

“It’s just...” you gulped, not being able to hold his gaze you played with the olive green buttons on his coat, “I heard at the party from Tony, that she will be working with you from now on. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“You don’t trust me?” his voice cracked.

You whipped your head up, frantically shaking your head from side to side, “No no of course I do! I’m just saying it’s a risky game. To be around her so much... what if old feelings resurface?”

Your heart almost broke as he let go of you, putting some distance between you both, “You know all I ever ask for is that you trust me... and love me. I don’t think it’s a lot.”

You scoffed, “Yeah well, I don’t think me asking you not to work with your ex is a lot. No woman would be okay with her husband spending that much time with her ex.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Why can’t I get through to you?”

“Maybe try speaking at a fourth grade level. Then I’ll understand. Since I don’t have a masters in literature from Sorbonne,” you rolled your eyes. Maybe he was intimidated by how smart Peggy is and decided to go for someone younger and dumber.

“I’ve never... been in love with Peggy or anyone but you really,” he told you, his broad shoulders hunching as he let out a sigh, “Not the way I’m in love with you. We were always more like friends than... lovers.”

“Is that better or worse?” you wondered out loud. Isn’t it important for husband and wife to be friends as well? Was that supposed to be a compliment?

“It’s much better. We would go months without seeing each other, and I didn’t miss her. Like I miss you when I’m at work. I can’t wait to get away and come home to you. Peggy is amazing, and I’ll always have a special place for her in my heart, but I would never even think about cheating on you.

But... I understand where you’re coming from. Maybe I would react the same way if you were to work with an ex. So I can just tell her that she’ll have to work with Nat, or someone else.”

“No,” you blurted.

Absolutely not.

Because A - You really did trust Steve not to stray. He wasn’t that type of man. And B - That would be admitting defeat. Admitting to her that you are afraid of her.

“I do trust you, Steve. I think... I just need to work on myself. If we don’t have trust then we don’t have anything right?”

“I trust you too, honey,” he kissed your forehead. “Just talk to me about this stuff okay? You can’t keep it bottled up.” You nodded as he worked on loosening his tie.

“Um... is that uncomfortable?” you asked, watching him pop open the first button of his shirt.

“The uniform? A little. It’s been a while since I put it on.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t wear it at our wedding.” You smiled. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn’t. While he looked so handsome in the black tux he had worn, the uniform would’ve made him irresistible. You would’ve spent the whole evening swooning over him.

“It didn’t feel right, I just wanted to be myself. Uh... doll,” he quirked a brow as he caught you staring at his crotch, “Hey,” he snapped his fingers, “My eyes are up here.”

“Yes, um, of course,” you whipped your head up as soon as you heard him, since you were too busy trying to make out the outline of his johnson, “And what beautiful eyes you have!”

“Tell me something. What is your obsession with this uniform?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” You decided to feign ignorance.

“Really? You’ve been staring at me all night. Do you not like it? Do you like it? Sometimes I think I don’t understand women at all.”

You probably would’ve appreciated his suit even more so if you hadn’t spent so much time festering in your jealousy. “I think... it’s... kinda hot,” you sighed dreamily as he blushed a crimson red. “You’re like this big strong Captain, and I’m like this small woman, like a damsel in distress type of thing.”

“Oh.” Was the only thing that he said. He never believed you would be into something like that, not from all the feminist rants you tend to go on.

“Oh god. You think I’m a weirdo, don’t you?” You put your hands over your face to hide it from him.

“No no, hey, don’t be like that,” he cooed, pulling your hands away so he could look at your pretty face, “I can be your... big, strong Captain. And you can be my damsel in distress.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. So... how would it work? Do I save you from a burning building or something?”

“No, sweetie. You’re thinking of a fireman.”

“Oh, right,” he blushed, scratching the back of his neck, “We can do the fireman thing if you like. I can... be a fireman.”

“Steve, we don’t have to do anything.”

“I know. But I want to. Come on! Give me something to work with.”

“Okay,” you cleared your throat. “How about... you keep the suit on?”

“On for how long?” he tilted his head like a cute confused puppy, looking down at his suit, “Oh! You mean on while we’re...”

“Yes. And I could, I don’t know, thank you for serving my country.”

“Yeah. I mean medals and all are nice, but I want a special kind of thanks from you, doll.”

“Ooo,” you felt up his biceps through his coat and shirt, he really was strong. “Do you have anything specific in mind?” you asked, batting your lashes.

“Um... yes.... You get on your knees, miss... I mean ma’am, shit,” he cursed as he awkwardly stumbled over his words. “What do I call you? Are you my wife in this scenario?”

“You can just call me doll, captain. I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” you smiled, cheekily pressing your lips to his in a quick peck but he held onto your waist before you could pull away. Sliping his tongue inside your mouth.

“Alright then, doll. Show me how grateful you are,” he puffed his chest out, so he could appear a bit more dominant.

You only giggled, taking your dress off because there was no way you could kneel in so much tulle.

Standing before him in just a strapless bra and a nude thong, you were vulnerable, but not scared anymore. He was your captain, he’d never ridicule you.

“I’m already feeling appreciated,” he said as he ogled you.

You dropped down to your knees, unbuckling him with some help from him, “It’s so big,” you gasped when you looked at his length, pretending to be seeing it for the first time. Although, you were still always surprised with the sheer monstrosity of it.

“We’ll make it fit, doll. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” he smiled, tapping on your mouth, “Open,” he commanded.

You’re a natural, captain. You took a deep breath before opening wide. You’d been having sex regularly for the past three months or so, he had gone down on you more times than you could count, you felt as if he could live between your legs if he could. But he had never once asked you to return the favor, you didn’t have it in you to be the first one to bring it up either.

Licking your lips, you tasted someone of the preejaculate leaking out of his tip before wrapping your mouth around his head, moaning at the salty taste and the essence of him.

“That’s... ugh,” he groaned, “That’s good. Keep going,” he spurred you on, a hand on the back of your head giving you the slightest bit of push.

You took as much of him as you could, stopping halfway through when he hit the back of your throat, you pumped the rest of his length with your palm, holding onto his thick thigh for support, you bobbed your head, increasing your pace when he started moaning loudly.

Rubbing your thighs together to relive some pressure, your throbbing core desperate for some attention and friction, you knew your panties were ruined.

You had read your fair share of cosmos, and the many sex tips they offered, you knew they’d come in handy someday. You swore you remembered reading something about balls... to suck them? Bite them?

You fondled his balls, feeling him tightening in your palm, you were ready to swallow all of you. That was the only proper way of saying thank you.

“Wait,” he growled, pulling you off of him.

You looked up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, doll,” he heaved, “But I gotta come in your pussy.”

Your jaw dropped, to hear the golden boy using such filthy language. “Whatever you say, captain,” you rasped.

Gasping when he yanked you up, pulling you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bed before throwing you down on the mattress.

Although Steve had always been dominant in bed, it was somewhat lowkey and subtle, he was never rough with you, he treated you as if you were made of glass, right now he was treating you as if you were literally a ragdoll.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered you.

You followed quickly, desperate to have him inside you asap, rolling your thing down your thighs and then getting rid of your bra before he even had to ask. You looked at him through your lashes, waiting patiently for his next command.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Now touch yourself.” It had always been a wet dream of his to watch you, instruct you as you got yourself off. Since your intention was to please him... he might as well make most of it.

You blinked at him before nodding, “Yes, captain.”

Fondling your breast you pinched your nipple, pulling on it before hissing exaggeratedly, smirking when you saw his hand twitch to touch you.

“What do I do?” you looked up at him with big doe eyes.

He shook his head, circling a hand around your wrist he shoved two of your fingers inside your mouth, “Suck,” he told you. “You like having your mouth stuffed, don’t you?” he asked as you noisily suckled on his fingers.

You shamelessly nodded, hoping that you’d get more opportunities to suck his cock from now on, he pulled your fingers out, bringing them down between your legs, pushing them into your willing channel. His own thumb rubbing on your clit working you up even moreso.

You threw your head back as you felt your climax approaching. “So close... captain.”

But he pulled your hand away from your pussy, tutting at your disobedience, “I didn’t tell you you could come.” He shook your head, giving you a minute to catch your breath before pushing two of his, much larger fingers inside you, “Gotta get you ready, doll. Since you’re so small.”

“Oh! It’s too much...” you moaned, holding onto the bedding.

“How're you gonna take my dick then, doll,” you watched as he licked your slick off of his fingers, “You taste like heaven, honey.”

“Thank you, captain.”

He unbuttoned his coat, he would be much freer without it and fuck you properly like you deserved.

You rolled your eyes when he folded his coat setting down on the floor, when you were literally lying naked before him with your legs spread wide, waiting as his tie and pants followed, “Really?” you scoffed.

“Can’t have them getting dirty, doll.” He knelt on the bed, now only in his shirt, spreading your legs a bit further so he could make room for himself, nudging your intimate lips apart with his length before slowing sinking into you.

He stayed like that for a bit, inside your heat, it felt as if he would explode then and there but he had to savor the moment. To have such a pretty girl wrapped around him.

Hovering over you he placed his elbows on sides of your head so he wouldn’t put too much of his weight on you, and so he could look at your as he fucked you.

He moved his hips against yours, rocking slow and steady, “You like that, doll?”

“Yes,” you nodded as he pulled on your hair to bare your neck to him. Biting your neck to mark you as his, “Do it harder, please, captain.”

“Harder?” he spoke against your neck, pinning both your hands above your head as he started rigorously pounding into you. “That hard enough?”

You were too fucked out to give a coherent answer, or to do anything but nod pathetically and take whatever he gave you.

“Ima come...” you clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you, rendering you immobile and weightless.

He thrusted into you a couple of times before filling you up to the brim - just as he had promised.

“Thank you, doll. That was really nice,” he smiled, laying beside you and pulling you closer to him, he kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, captain. You sure know how to treat a lady right...”

“Maybe we can do this more often,” he suggested as you nodded in reply.

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[darktammy]

The right kinda of love (ch9)

{Warning: loving making smut I guess you can say. Enjoy my readers.}

Tag: @beenlovingromansincedayoneish @bss-babygirl @living-the-life-1996 @moxleybabe @sassymox @wrestlersownmyheart @lghockey @fabulousrockstar @bluepunkrock

Later on that night Y/n was sitting by the pool. It was late and she was exited for tomorrow morning. She couldn’t wait to meet up with Cassidy for their trip. While she was thinking about all the things they can do she felt someone kick the side of her arm. “Hey how are ya?” Jon ask. “I’m fine just enjoying the night sky for now. Then I’ll get some shut eyes because in the morning I’m heading out.” She told him. Jon nodded as he sat down next to her. “Hey I’m sorry about what I did, I was only trying to protect you that’s all.” She nodded. “I know and I’m sorry too. Most of all I’m so so sorry about your sister Rebecca. I didn’t mean to say all those things.”

You told him as a small tear fell from your face. Jon nodded. “No it’s alright, I just didn’t think she would change. Every time I try to help her, she would always fall back into the same dark hole.” Jon said as he look up into the sky. “I still wish I could have help her out more.” He said. “You did all you could Jon. Remember you can’t always help them when you have your own life. Plus they need to help themselves because if they don’t then they're just going to be weak.” Y/n told him. Jon nodded his head as he look over at Y/n with a smile. Y/n move over to Jon giving him and hug.

The next morning came and you was at the airport. You told Renee and Jon that you was going to take a taxi there due to the fact that you didn’t want Jon to see you with Cassidy. You walk all the way the exit that showed one the ticket. You look around to see if you can spot him. “Damn it Cassidy where are you?” She said starting to worry herself. Then after a few minutes she felt some strong arms hugging her from behind. “Hey they're my sweet strawberry.” She turn around with a smile on her face. “Cassidy I thought I’ll never see you.” She said as she hugged him, Cassidy took Y/n hand as they walk to their flight.

While on the airplane Cassidy had his shades on making Y/n smile. She took them off just so she can see his light brown beautiful eyes of his. He smiled at her as she look up into him. “I heard that you're not suppose to look into your eyes. If you do then that means you're in for a fight. Is that true?” She smiled at him. He lean in and whisper into her ear. “Let’s find out when we get there.” He wink at her with a smile.

One the plane landed they both got there bagging then got a rental car. Cassidy drove the car all the way to the farm house where his grand parents once lived. Cassidy park the car seeing the smile on her face. “OMG!! This place is so pretty.” She said getting out of the car. She look around to see the big blue barn house on the far left while on the right you can see some of the cows. “This place look great Cassidy.” She said. “Oh yeah then you're going to love the barn house once we unpack.” He said. She smiled as they both walk into the house.

She meet Cassidy grandparents for the first time. Such lovely kind people as they welcome her in with open arms. Once they settle in the same bedroom the both laid down on the bed. “So looks like where sharing a room.” Cassidy said. Y/n laugh as she look up at him. “Yeah sound like fun.” She told him.

It was late in the day so Cassidy was helping his grandfather move some cows back into the barn. Y/n watch him without his shirt on which had her turn on a little. She keep her eyes on his body seeing his arms flex as he pulled the cows rope. Y/n watch him as her smile came on her face. Cassidy stop to look over at her. “Ya wanna help me out?” Waking Y/n up from her daydream. “Uh I’m sorry what?” She ask making him laugh. She look down embarrassing herself.

It was night time and Y/n was done taking a shower. She wrap herself up with a towel as she walk out of the bathroom. She dry herself then she put on her nightgown now knowing she’s not staying at Jon and Renee’s home. She laid in the bed as she smiled. “Going to bed so soon?” She look over to see Cassidy standing by the door. “Well I mean all this excited me got me a little tried.” She said sitting up in bed. Cassidy took his pants off and toss them in the hamper. Then he walk into the bathroom she smile as she tried not to fall a sleep. A few minutes later Cassidy walk out with his towel wrap around his hip. He look to see Y/n was already a sleep. He walk up to her giving her a kiss on forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.” He told her.

In the morning Y/n smiled as she ate the morning breakfast that Cassidy’s grandmother made. “My dear were heading into the city for somethings if that’s ok with you?” She nodded. “Sure I would love to.” She told her. Cassidy walk in as he see breakfast ready. “Thanks grandma.” He gave her a kiss on her head. After breakfast was done Y/n got into the car with his grandmother and they drove off. “Boy she’s nice.” Cassidy look back at his grandfather. “Yeah she’s nice she’s a keeper.” Cassidy laugh as he help his grandfather out with the chores on the farm.

Y/n was helping the woman out with a few things in the supermarket. “So my dear how long have you both been dating?” She look at Y/n. “Oh no I mean we work together but where not dating.” She told her. She nodded as she walk with Y/n. “Well his a good boy I know that for sure. I mean the last women he was with was a big mess.” Y/n look at her. “Who was the other woman if you don’t mind me asking.” Cassidy’s grandmother smiled as she look at her. “Oh this woman was name Penelope oh my she gave him a hard time. She was always thinking about herself never wondering if he was ok. She was hell for him.” She told her. “But it don’t matter because I now can see that smile that I missed so much.” Y/n smiled at her as they finish up their food shopping.

Cassidy was walking around his room until his phone rang it showed Penelope, he sigh as he answers. “Yeah?” He said annoyed. “Well hey I see you left without me, so what’s up you went back to the farm with your grandparents?” Cassidy smirk, “Nah I’m here with my mother and she really hates you.” He said. She laugh as she look down. “Hey listen when you get back I’ll be waiting for you, I mean after all Cassidy we all live in the same apartment building right?” He shook his head after seeing Y/n parking the car. “Yeah Penelope I got to go bye.” Cassidy end the called. “Cassidy! Hey Cassidy damn it!” She said stamping her feet.

Y/n helped the grandmother with the bags as Cassidy came down taking the bags out of his grandmother hand. “I got it you should sit down and relax.” Cassidy had put the bags down on the table. “Oh you do so much.” She said walking away. Y/n started taking the stuff out and putting them away. Cassidy walk over to Y/n as he put his arms around her hips then he lay his head on top of hers. “I’m happy that your here Y/n. That means a lot to me.” She smiled as she puts her hands on his arms. “I’m glad I’m here with you Cassidy.” She smiled.

Renee was sitting on the couch drinking water. “So how is everything so far?” Y/n smiled as she sat down on the bed. Everything is fine. I mean I love it out here. I mean it’s like a breath of fresh air.” She laid down on her bed. “Well what did you two do, I mean did you guys do it yet?” Y/n look at her phone confuse. “What no I’ve only been here for like three days and nothing.” She told her. Renee laugh a little. “Oh Y/n you and I both know your head over heels for this man. I think you should tell him how you feel. Let him know but try not to show it please I mean come on you both are sharing the same bed.” Renee told her. Y/n smiled as she look up at the ceiling. “Yeah got it sis I’ll let you go, and yes I will be there with you so that way I know the sex of the baby. Love you sis.” Renee said the same as they both ended the call.

Y/n got up and look out the window to see Cassidy helping his grandfather fixing the trunk. She watch him without his shirt on, which turn her on. She spent three days with him sleep in the same bed with him. Watch him walk around with a towel on which turn her on more then she can count.

Cassidy look up at the window and wave at her, Y/n wave back as she bit her bottom lips. She move away as she start to breath heavy she was turn on once again. Feeling her nipples as they both are hard. She knew she was wet from seeing him. She slowly moves her hand down her pants. She moves both her finger down between her clit. She saw already wet from just thinking about him. She start to rub herself softly as she close her eyes all she can see was Cassidy. Seeing his face, his body watching him getting close to her like that. She quietly moan under her breath as she though about him touching her. Feeling his lips on her body. Beginning him not to stop the madness that she’s feeling. She whisper to herself. “Oh Cassidy please don’t hold back.” She told herself. She moves faster and faster until she finally it’s her high. Her body shakes as she finally move her hand away as she was out of breath a little. “Oh god I need to clean myself up.” She said walking into the bathroom.

It was late at night Y/n was sitting inside the barn house watching AEW. She heard Cassidy walk in. “Hey there you are. It’s raining outside I think we should be inside the house.” He said sitting next to her. “Nah I love the rain its calming makes me feel happy.” She told him. He nodded while he put his arm around her. “Hey Cassidy?” She said putting her phone down. Cassidy look down at her. “Yeah?” He told her. Y/n had a nerves look on her face. “Will it be odd if someone told you that they care about you?” Cassidy look at her confuse.

Y/n laid on her back while she look up at him. “Hey I really wanna tell you something Cassidy.” He smiled as he move right on top of her. “Cassidy I…love….I love you so much.” She told him making Cassidy lean in giving her a deep passion kiss. Y/n wrap her arms around his neck. Cassidy broke the kiss as he pulled her shirt over her head. Then he rip her bra off as she giggles. Cassidy had a smile on his face then he grab her breast and start to suck on her nipple. Y/n start to moan with pleasure. Slowly Cassidy was bitting lightly on her nipple as he heard her say his name a few times. “Oh Cassidy yes please.” She begged him.

Cassidy lefts his head up as he start to pull her pants off. Now seeing her in her panty he smiled. “How should handle you Y/n uh?” She was confuse at his words. “After you wave back at me I ran up stairs to see if you can help out but, instead I got to see a free show.” He said leaning in. “It was so fucking hot that I got hard so fast that all I can think about was doing this.” Cassidy rip her panty off as he open her legs. With out warning he spat in his hand lean in and start to kiss her clit while sticking two fingers inside her. Y/n start to man loud as she put her hand on her head.

Y/n look down at Cassidy as she watch him eat her out like a mad dog. Like he never ate anything for days. She keep moan out his name as she move one of her hand down to his head. Cassidy start to pump start in while he lick her clit. “Oh…god…yes…I’m getting close please…d.don’t…st…stop!” She yelled out. Cassidy stop what he was doing pulling his finger out her making Y/n look up him confuse. “What the hell?!” She said. Cassidy smiled as he undone his pants. Slowly he pulled his pants down. Then she saw him fully hard and ready. She smiled as she got up on all fours. “Does my little girl want his?” She smiled as he crawl up to him. “Yes daddy.” She said smiling up at him. Slowly she took his cock into her hands and slowly stroke him making him moan. “Oh baby.” Cassidy whisper. Y/n slowly start to put him inside her mouth slowly sucking him with enjoyment.

Cassidy start to feel excited while she keep bobbing her head back and forth. Her hand wraps around his hard cock making him look down at her beaming with joy. Cassidy grab a fist full of her hair as he lean back in an angle just so he can pump himself into her mouth. Y/n look up at him looking happy as she felt him hitting her throat. After a few more pumps he stop letting her head up then kissing her. “If I keep that up then I would have came.” Cassidy told her. She nodded as she kiss him right back.

Cassidy turn Y/n around making her get on all four as she look back at him. Cassidy stared at Y/n while entering her slowly. She start to moan when he enter her slowly. They both moan at the same time Cassidy not wasting anytime thrusting Y/n. Y/n look at Cassidy heartfelt gazed in her eyes. Cassidy keep his eyes on her while pumping her. “Oh god Cassidy I love you so much.” He stop pulling out of her making her whine a little. He grab her making her lay on her back. He force himself back inside her once again. Y/n yelled his name out again. They both glanced into each other eyes.

Cassidy was trusting Y/n hard making her moan loud. She felt the strong emotional connection with Cassidy while he focused on her. “Oh Cassidy…oh you feel so good inside me. I don’t want this to stop please.” She begged him once again. Without one word Cassidy start to slow down while he lean in kissing Y/n on the lips. What they both felt together was the stars finally alone with one another. Their love has finally shown for each other. They both caress each other with love nether one will to submit. Y/n was already feeling herself getting close. She tap Cassidy hard on his arm. “Oh god Cassidy please… I’m coming I’m so close.” She cry out. Cassidy without thinking start to thrust harder, faster just so he too can come alone with her. “Hold on babe I’m getting close.” They both watched each other as they both hit their climax together while the sound of thunder was heard.

Cassidy look down at her with a smile on his face. “Please tell me you enjoyed that?” He ask. She responded “I love it baby.” She kissing him on the lips.

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Pretending

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: Carol is just your mentor when you join the Avengers but when you need someone to pretend to be your girlfriend, she’s only too happy to help you out. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, smut

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Ugh, it was that time of year again when your family wanted to meet up with you for Christmas. You didn't hate your family, you loved them. What you hated was their obsession with whether you did or didn't have a partner. Of all the things that they could’ve made you feel shitty about, it was the fact that you were single that they chose to tease you about. Every year, they would joke that you would be single forever and that you would be the last one in the family to get married or have kids. 

Just once, you wanted to have a year where nobody picked on you for being single and telling you ways you could improve yourself to get in a relationship. As you were travelling to your parent’s house next week, you had to find someone willing to pretend to be your girlfriend/boyfriend quickly. It was embarrassing to ask but you really didn't want to deal with the ignorance of your family this year. 

The only people you had to choose from on such short notice were the other Avengers, which didn't really leave you much choice. Steve thought it was wrong to lie to your parents and didn't think he would be convincing so he was out. You didn't wanna even ask Bucky, knowing it would be a flat out no. Natasha refused even after you promised her so many favours. Clint was married, Tony was with Pepper and was too recognisable, Sam was away on a mission over the holidays, Bruce was now big and green all the time so he was out of the question, Wanda was never around much these days, Peter was far too young and Rhodey just gave you his signature look that meant ‘get your ass away from me before I hit you’. You and Tony were often the ones to receive this look.

When you were supposed to be warming up for a training session with Carol, you were standing still, deep in thought. You looked stressed so Carol walked over to you, “You wanna tell me what’s bothering you?” Shook out of your trance, you let out a deep sigh, “I’m going over to my parent’s house for Christmas this year but they always make fun of me for being single and I asked people to pretend to be my partner for a couple days but nobody would help me and now I have to hear about how lonely I am another year in a row.” 

Trying not to look too excited, Carol cleared her throat, “Well I wouldn’t mind being your girlfriend.” You perked up, you hadn't asked Carol because you thought he would just shoot you down quicker than anyone else so you were very surprised when she offered to be your pretend girlfriend, “Really? Are you sure?” Carol smiled and nodded, “Of course.” She was taken aback when you suddenly hugged her but she wasn't complaining, wrapping her arms around you, enjoying the feeling of you in her arms. “Thank you so much! I have to go tell my mom all about my fake girlfriend now.”

Carol watched you leave, a small smile on her face but she couldn't stop the tightening in her chest when you called her your fake girlfriend. She’d do anything to get you to see how much she wanted to be with you but she supposed she was given this opportunity to show you just how good the two of you could be together. She started having feelings for you the moment you stepped into the room and was introduced to her. Ever since the two of you met, she’d been unable to get you out of her mind and at first, she was unsure of what it meant but after a while of you invading her dreams and thoughts, she knew she loved you and wanted you to be hers. 

She’d flirted with you but would just laugh, blush and brush it off. Carol supposed you didn't think she was being serious but she didn't know any other way to show you that she was interested in you. But now, it was like her wishes had been heard and fate was finally being kind to her. If nothing else, she would get to know what it was like to be your girlfriend for a few days. 

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Today was the day that the two of you were driving up to your parent’s house for Christmas and you were a little nervous. You were worried that they were going to see straight through the both of you but Carol was only excited. She was glad to be able to have the chance to get to know more about you and get to know your family. You were telling her all about your family so that when she got there, she wasn't completely lost on who everyone was. 

When the two of you finally arrived, you got out of the car and grabbed your bags, since the two of you would be staying for a few nights. You knocked on the door and just when it was about to open, Carol grabbed your hand to intertwine your fingers with hers. You turned to her just as your mother opened the door, “(Y/N)! This must be your girlfriend, we haven't heard much about you. Come in, come in”. Your mother stepped to the side to be able to let the two of you through into the house, where all of the others where waiting. It seemed the two of you were the last ones to arrive.

It was almost amusing to see how shocked everyone was to see Carol but knowing that your relationship was all made up, it just made you feel kind of sad. Feeling your mood change, Carol squeezed your hand and gave you a small smile, “It’s nice to meet you all.” You couldn’t believe how confident Carol was being, but then again, if you had done even half of the things she had, you’d have more confidence to spare. 

For the whole night, your family was asking the two of you (mainly Carol) a bunch of questions. Mainly how you met and what your relationship was like. You were surprised by how good an actor Carol was being, everything seemed so genuine that you were almost fooled yourself, before you reminded yourself that Carol was just helping you out. You knew she didn't actually like you, or so you thought anyway. 

“So, what’s your sex life like?” You heard your perverted cousin whisper in your ear. You blushed, embarrassed by those types of questions, “That’s none of your business.” She rolled her eyes at you, “Oh come on, just tell me. Is she not that good or something?” Carol, who heard everything because of her powers, moved closer to you and wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her, “Oh no, I’m very good at pleasing my girl.” 

You could feel how hot your face was getting without touching it, hiding your blush by hiding your face against Carol’s shoulder. Although she was ‘pretending’, hearing her say that made you feel a little hot. Your cousin laughed at you for a while before being told to leave you alone by your aunt. It started to get late so everyone went to their designated bedrooms. Usually, you were left to sleep on a couch but now that you had a ‘girlfriend’, you were given one of the spare bedrooms for the both of you to share. 

You were looking through your bag, trying to find some pyjamas, and finally decided on a black lace satin cami set since your room was quite warm. You quickly changed while Carol was in the bathroom and you were just finished putting the top on when she came into the room. She froze, toothbrush in hand, and slowly looked you up and down. She was wearing just a loose shirt and a pair of grey sweats. You put one arm over your chest to hold onto your other arm, not realising it pushed your breasts together, “What?” Carol’s mouth never felt so dry, “You look hot.” 

You blushed again but didn't say anything, choosing to just get under the covers on the bed. Carol followed you and was a little disappointed when you turned away from her but she smirked as she wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you back against her. You felt that feeling in your lower stomach again, this time it was enough to make you press your thighs together. You turned your head to look at her, “What are you doing?” She saw your blush and thought ‘fuck it’ as she turned you onto your back and kissed you passionately. 

Your hands immediately went up to cup her face, kissing her back. Carol pulled away to give you air, “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that...Fuck, will you be mine for real?” You bit your lip then grinned, “If you kiss me again.” Carol smirked before leaning down and capturing your lips against hers once more. You were enjoying your little make out session when you felt Carol’s hand brush against the waistband of your pyjama shorts and the tips of her fingers slide underneath the fabric. 

You gasped, “My parents are in the next room.” The blonde woman chuckled quietly, “Then you’ll have to be quiet then.” Carol’s hand moved further down until she was cupping your pussy. “No panties? Were you hoping for something to happen, babygirl?” Your mouth opened but no words came out, too overwhelmed to speak. Carol’s finger slowly ran up your slit and you bit your lip, spreading your legs a little wider for her. 

Carol felt like she was in a dream, seeing you spread out underneath her, touching you. If it was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. Her fingertip found your clit and you gasped before covering your mouth, briefly forgetting about the other people in the house. She rubbed small circles over it and you couldn’t stop squirming on the bed from her touch. “Don’t be a tease.” Carol bit her bottom lip, “I’ll tease you as much as I want darling, you’re mine now.” 

As much as it turned you on to hear her say that, you desperately wanted something more from her. As if she read your mind, her other hand came up to life your shirt up over your breasts to expose them. Carol looked up at you as she leaned down to flick her tongue over your nipple, pinching the other with her forefinger and thumb. Your grip tightened over your mouth, finding it difficult to remain quiet when she was teasing you so much. 

After she had enough of teasing your breasts, them being covered in a thin layer of Carol’s spit, she grabbed your bottoms and practically ripped the fabric off your body to expose your pussy to her. You hadn't been so vulnerable before someone in a long time but you were surprisingly comfortable with Carol. You didn't feel insecure, but that was probably because she was looking at you like you were the sexiest thing in the galaxy. Which to her, you were. 

Carol’s hands spread your thighs open and she lay down with her head in between your legs. Knowing what was about to happen, you couldn't help but become a little excited, swiping your tongue over your lips and reaching your hands down to run through Carol’s short hair. She smirked at you as she swiped her tongue along your slit twice before moving her hand to hold your lips open to be able to flick the tip of her tongue over your clit. 

That movement had your back arching off the bed but your hips didn't move because of the firm grip that Carol had on them to hold them down. Your head was thrown back onto the pillows as Carol’s tongue toyed with your sensitive nub. Your thighs jerked every now and then, trying to grind against Carol’s tongue but she kept you pinned down so that you couldn’t move. She wanted you to come from her actions only. 

As soon as Carol leaned forward ever so slightly to suck on your clit, you knew it wouldn't be long before you reached your orgasm. You choked on a moan before covering your mouth again, more forcefully this time. Carol moved her hand from your hips to let you grind against her face as she sucked on and flicked her tongue over your clit. Your hands reached down to grip her hair, a signal that you were very close to the edge. You managed to just let out a soft whimper when you finally came, your thighs shaking from your release. 

Carol’s tongue licked up all of your cum and she gently kissed up your body, moving your to your face and kissing you. It was weird to taste yourself but you didn't really mind, too pleased to care. Carol smirked at you, “We need to do that again, but next time I want to hear all your little moans for me, princess.” You could only nod as you lay there panting softly, your chest heaving which got Carol’s attention as her eyes kept flickering down to it. 

She cupped your cheek and smiled, “If it wasn't clear before, I love you (Y/N),” “I love you too, especially after that.” Carol chuckled before kissing you again. Yep, everything worked out just fine it seemed. 

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Three - Rocking with the Waves

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Aria just can’t get enough of JJ and his affection, making him absolutely irresistible and a familiar face arrives in the Outer Banks, along with suspicion from her father.

Warnings: Smut, some cursing, hopefully no typos and unsafe driving?

A/N: Words can’t even describe the joy and happiness I am experiencing from the amount of people who have read my writing. Thank you so much guys! I sincerely appreciate it. I hope you enjoy! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or the characters.)

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Birds sing their little toons outside, the warm morning air kisses my skin and the sun beams down on my face through the windows. These are typical mornings I wake up to. Except in my own bed. By myself. Instead I wake up to the sound of a beating heart and my head laying on a naked chest that continues to rise and fall. I glance up to see JJ still asleep, his handsome face so calm without a worry in the world. I couldn’t help but lay a kiss on his warm cheek causing him to stir. For a while I just lay there drawing shapes on his chest. This causes his eyes to flutter open. He smiles down on me.

“Rise and shine lover boy.” I crawl on top of his naked boy under the sheets. “Oh, something’s rising alright.” He smirks. I lightly smack his shoulder. I have to admit though, his raspy morning voice is quite the turn on. “It’s not even noon Jay.”

“I take it that’s a no, on morning sex? It would be a real good way to start off the day.” His hands start to play with my bed hair. I simply giggle at him.

“How do you feel?” He asked genuinely concerned. “Different. Like a good different. It hurt a little at first, then it began to feel really good.” I never knew just how close you can become with someone. “Want me to me make you feel really good again?” His question laced with lust. “God, yes please.” “Good girl. Now lay back and enjoy the show.” He smirks before laying a kiss on my lips and kissing a trail down my body, taking his time. The anticipation begins to start a pool of wetness to form down below, especially when he starts kissing and nipping at the peach soft skin of my inner thighs, littering them with more love bites. When he finally reaches the region that requires the most attention, he glances up at me, holding eye contact and places my legs over his shoulders. My feet rest on his slender soft back.

“So wet for me. We’re you dreaming of me perhaps? Did I treat you so good last night?” His breath fans my pussy and he plants a kiss there, causing me to squirm. “Tell me babygirl, what do you want me to do? I need words.” His teasing look becoming too much. “Please, I want you to taste me. Make me feel good. Please baby.” I practically beg. He licks a stripe up my folds making me gasp, never taking his eyes off my pleasure filled face. My petite finger comb through his hair gripping hard, while his lengthy ones enter my core curling in. His lips attach to my sensitive clit, making me moan. He hums out of satisfaction as I continue to tug on his luxurious hair. His free hand comes up to grope my left breast. His fingers began to pick up speed as they thrust in and out of me.

“JJ, I’m so close.” I breathe out, my feet start to dig into his back and hips begin to buck. He grabs a hold of my hips stabilizing me. The familiar euphoric sensation washes over me as I reach my orgasm, making my toes curl and my back arch off the bed. My juices coat his fingers. He brings the glistening digits up to his lips, licking them clean along with my dripping hot core. I can taste myself on his intoxicating lips when kisses me so passionately. He’s so addictive like nicotine. I simply can’t get enough of him.

“You taste so good babygirl. Did you know that?” I giggle at the closeness and his hot breath fanning my neck before attacking it with soft kisses as I hold him close to me. We lay there enjoying each other’s presence in the morning sunlight. Unfortunately, our moment is interrupted by the ringing of my phone. On the screen I see Charis’s number.

“Hello?” I answer. “Hey where are you? Your parents called to ask if you were with me. Don’t worry I covered for you, said you crashed at my place, but they want you back home like asap. Just tell me where you are.” Shit. I didn’t even think about that. “Shit, I’m at John B’s chateau.” “What are you doing there?” She asked confused. “I’ll explain everything when you get here. See you soon.” I hang up and sigh. JJ looks up at me.

“I’m sorry, but my parents want me home.” He just smiles at me. “No worries babe.” He grabs my phone and punches in my number. “When will I see you again?” I asked hopeful. “Soon. I’ll take you out somewhere fun. Ever been surfing?” I shake my head yes. “A girl after my own heart, this should be fun, after all I’m the best surfer in the OBX.” I chuckle at his cocky attitude. “I have a question for you Jay.” “Mm?” I was a little hesitant at first to ask this question. “What does this make us?” I nervously bite my lip. “What do you want this to be?” He asked while playing with my hair. “Something more than just sex. I really like you JJ. I want to be close to you all time. I want to be intimate.” I confess hoping I don’t sound clingy. “I like the sound of that. Let’s give this a shot and see where it leads us.” “Do you think we’re going too fast?” “Nah, plus I like going fast.” He places one last kiss on my lips before we both gather our clothes.

Stepping out onto the porch, I see Charis’s car. I turn back to JJ who didn’t even bother to put on a shirt. “I’ll stay in touch that way we can hang out again.” My fingers play with his. “Sounds good.” He uses his black bandana to tie up my hair in a ponytail, making the butterflies in my stomach erupt. I loved the fact that he willingly let me have one of his belongings. I place a kiss on his cheek. Before I could turn away, he grabs my waist planting one last passionate kiss on my lips. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling us closer. Our noses touch even after pulling away. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you soon.” I peck his lips. “See you soon beautiful.” He finally lets me go; I turn back to steal one more glance before opening the door. He sends me a wink, making me chuckle and blow a kiss.

I can feel Charis’s burning gaze on me as I situate myself. “Oh. My. Fucking. God. What the fuck just went down?” She doesn’t even take the parking brake off before hammering me for details. “I may have spent the night with JJ.” I can feel the heat radiating from my blushing cheeks. “Wait, did you lose your V card?” She asked astonished. It just hit me that I was no longer a virgin and I just lost my virginity to JJ. Not being able to process words I just smile and nod yes. This sets her off. “Holy fucking sweet baby Jesus shit! You had sex with JJ Maybank! Holy shit! About time you got dirty in the sheets!” She hugs me tight. I’ve been the virgin of the group for a while now. Charis lost hers freshman year, while Sarah lost hers last summer. “Oh my god can we go before my parents lose their shit? My dad is already pissed at me.” I plead. “Right sorry, I’m just still trying to process this. When did this start between you guys?” “It started since we first met.” “So, are you guys just hooking up or are you dating?” “We’re kind of taking things slow.” This makes her laugh. “Bitch please, you skipped slow and went straight to speeding.” “What I mean by slow is that we’re still getting to know each other.” “Oh, I think you guys got to know each other a lot.” She laughs and continues to drive. “I need you to promise though that you won’t tell anyone about us. I really like him and my dad would lose his shit if he knew about us.” I plead. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me splinter bean.”

After showering, changing and covering many hickeys, I come downstairs and walk outside to the balcony to find my family and a familiar face. “Damian?” I asked surprised. “Hello Aria. Nice of you to finally join us.” He lifts up a glass. Damian Prescott. He’s my older brother. We get along a lot more than Jennifer and I do thankfully. He’s not around much though. He lives in Las Vegas. He works business with my dad. Standing next to him is a woman about his age.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming out here.” I give him a welcoming hug. “Thought I surprise you. I’d like to introduce you to my fiancée, Rebecca.” What?! “Fiancée?! You’re getting married?” This all came as a shock to me. He’s kind of womanizer, so for him to be engaged all of the sudden definitely surprised me. “Yes. We just bought a house here in figure eight and are planning on having our wedding here. Rebecca here is an international model and fashion designer.” “That’s impressive. Congratulations. I’m really happy for you guys, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Rebecca.” I hug her. “Likewise, darling.” I am still trying to process the surprising news.

“Where have you been Aria?” My father asked out of the blue. He stares me down with interrogating eyes. I sometimes wonder if he and Ingrid are long lost twins with their helicoptering tendencies. “I spent the night at Charis’s.” I say as calm and convincing as possible. Last thing I want to do is have him find out about who I was actually with. “Nice bandana. Where did you get it?” Asked my nosey Jennifer. “I found it earlier this week on the beach.” For the rest of evening I had to deal with peering eyes, but I didn’t let that bother me, instead I began daydreaming about seeing JJ again.

Next Day…

Today is a perfect day to go surfing. There’s not a cloud in sight, parents or Jennifer. Only me, my surfboard and soon JJ. Not a single soul stops me from leaving the house and jumping into JJ’s muscular arms kissing him long and hard. “Why hello there. I missed you too babe. You ready to go?” I nod my head excitedly. I couldn’t help but gaze at him while he was driving the van. His eyes were so focused on the road, yet he still kept his warm hand on my bare thigh. The wind blows past his hair as he drives. He seems so carefree.

“See something you like?” I blush embarrassed that he caught me staring. “Sorry. You’re just so beautiful.” I have no shame as I continue to admire his attractive features. “Awe, aren’t you sweet? C’mere.” He pulls me into his lap as he comes to halt due to a stoplight, my legs lay across the middle console. “Is this safe?” I ask, but not really caring. “Probably not.” He closes the gap between us to keep me quiet and I had no urge to protest. The annoyed drivers behind us say otherwise as they honk at us. We both laugh as continues to drive.

I then noticed a fully healed scar on the back of his hand. I trace over it hoping that it would just disappear. It saddened me to see a scar had littered his beautiful skin. “What happened?” I asked curious. “Oh, probably just a cut from something I accidentally did.” He lied brushing it off like it was nothing. His eyes said otherwise, but I didn’t want to push it.

We walk down beach surfboards in hand ready to have some fun. The warm water hitting our feet and soon engulfing our bodies. The two of us let out cheers as we successfully ride out some waves. He wasn’t kidding when he told me that he was a very talented surfer. It was heartwarming to see him in his happy place. Neither of us keep track of the time. We didn’t notice the day passing by as the sun was about to set. It was then when we decided it was time to leave the water and dry off. This time I catch him staring. “See something you like?” I tease about to tie up my hair, but he stops me. “Don’t, I like it down.” He says taking the hair tie away. He places a slow and passionate kiss on my lips making me smile and pull him closer. One thing led to another, now we’re laying down on the beach blanket having a heated make out session.

I was thankful that we were both wearing swimwear as I began tugging at his swim trunks. He pulls away surprised. “You sure?” “Positive. I want you to take me right now.” My encouragement only seems to excite him even more as he removes my bottoms and covers the two of us with an extra blanket. He strokes my slit with his tip teasing me. “You want this babygirl? Want me to fuck you out in the open?” His dirty talking turns me on even more, making me desperate. “God yes please. Make me yours.” That’s all he needed before plunging in so deep. His hand clamps over my mouth to contain my loud moans. “As much as I love to hear you moan my name with that pretty voice, we don’t want to get caught.”

His thrusts were a lot different from last time. These were faster, deeper and harder, which only increased the pleasure. His grunts were a little louder too. A bead of sweat began to form on his forehead and a little bit of his damp hair fell over his face as he continued to thrust into me. JJ and the colorful sky were both so gorgeous, a sight I could get used to. He spreads my legs further apart and grabs my hips creating a deeper angle, now hitting the spot that craves the most attention, making me moan loudly, neither of us giving a damn. “You like that babygirl?” He pants through moans.

“JJ!” I scream and my vision goes white as I tighten around him, milking his hard cock, making him throw his head back. He joins me shortly after, his hot cum spewing inside of me, riding out his high. The two of us stay there for a moment catching our breaths. “JJ, that was amazing.” I say dazed. This earns me a breathy chuckle from him “You can say that again. God damn you’re so tight around me babe.” We both laugh together.

We both enjoyed the peaceful silence in the van on the way back home, the two of us feeling spent. I was disappointed when we pulled up to my house. “I had a lot of fun today JJ. That was one hell of a first date.” He looks back at me. “I’m glad you had fun. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.” “Me too. See you later.” I kiss lips before exiting the van and grabbing my surfboard. I blow him a kiss and he returns it with his infamous wink that makes me weak in the knees. I place my surfboard in the closest, and grab a bowl of strawberries to snack on. Before I could go upstairs, I am stopped by my mom.

“Hey sweetheart, I didn’t hear you come through the door.” She greets me with a smile. “Oh, I just got back.” “I never seen you wear that sweatshirt. Is it new or something?” She’s referring to JJ’s Fast Arch gray sweatshirt that he lent to me when he noticed I was cold earlier.

“Oh this? It’s not mine. My friend let me borrow it because I was cold.” This is officially my new favorite shirt. It smells just like him. Weed, mint and the ocean. I still feel engulfed by him as I wear it. “That’s nice of them. What did you guys do today?” Oh, if only she knew. “We went surfing.” I only told her half the truth. “That sounds like fun. Did you use sunblock? Do you need aloe gel? You’ve been drinking plenty of water, right?” I chuckle at her. The only time she asks me a billion questions is when it’s over my health. “Yes, mom I used sunblock and drank lots of water.” I reassure her. “Okay, well take this with you anyways.” She hands me a bottle of water. I laugh. When is she not carrying water? I swear if she were to be charged for anything, it would be possession of too much damn water. “Thank you, mommy. Goodnight.” I kiss her forehead. “Goodnight love.”

I pass by my sister when she got a whiff of my new scent. “God, did you and your so-called friend get stoned while you were at the beach?” Jennifer criticizes. “No, and eavesdropping is really rude. You should get a new hobby.” She rolls her eyes. “So, who did you go to the beach with?” She asked. “Who I hang out with is none of your business. Goodnight.” I slam the door shut with a huff and let the events of earlier replay in my head. I shower and go to bed in JJ’s shirt, letting the aroma bring me peace.

I mindlessly let my fingers travel down to my wet folds and begin playing with myself. I imagine that its JJ’s fingers thrusting and curling inside of me. I imagine the dirty things he would say to me as I chase after my own orgasm. His name leaves my lips in soft whimpers as I finally finish off the night in pure bliss.

[milks-writings]

u just made me to ask about that request ok?? this is your fault.... sO. can i please ask about gn reader x terushima (yes...) dating HC thank u.. 💔

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☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Yūji Terushima x GN!Reader;  

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing, the thirst in this post is real but only very low-key NSFW

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: Sephi-Sephi, bless your angelic soul for requesting this 😭❤

I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH AHHH AOSDJFD 😭😭😭

Eye--- Sephi da best man imma throw hands at people who disagree 😤❤

I def loved writing those n simping for Terushima,,,

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Headcanons:

Dating Terushima:

TERUSHIMA:

I AM A BIG SIMP FOR THIS MAN,,, BUT HE IS HOT SO CAN YOU BLAME ME????

No u can not blame me

OK I WILL STOP THIRSTING N WRITING THOSE HEADCANONS AHHHH

So,,, listen me out,,, yes, he is a big flirt but dating him was the best decision on your whole fcking life

OK HE IS A BIG FUCKING FLIRT N SHIT BUT GOD DAMN IT, HE JUST WANTS A S/O WHO WILL LOVE HIM :(((

In other words: He is a babey and a simp for you

Ok, first of all, let’s talk about how you two meet:

It was probably the worst first expression EVER

So you go to Johzenji High n it was your first day, not in school, but as a second year and you were SO confused because you had no idea where the classrooms had been

And while desperately trying to find the classroom you ran into this WHOLE DAMN MEAL 🥵🥵🥵

My thirst is showing excuse me please

N E WAY

After looking up you almost fainted because omg have u seen this mans eyes n intense gaze

And you swore you needed a whole damn bottle after seeing him

“Watcha doin here babe?”

NO, NOW U DEF FAINTED HSHSHODFD

“eH I am trying to find my classroom”

Rip you,,, cuz you two are in the same class,,, so I am praying for you 🙏🏻

After he leads you to the classroom he just dared to sit beside you and eye you from the corner of his eyes

DAMN I WANNA GET DICKED DOWN SO HARD BY HIM OLJASDF

Ehhh continuing

This is basically how you two meet, and surprisingly, after getting closer to him, he started to drink his respect woman/man juice just for you

And omg,,, he literally begged you to get the volleyball’s manager

So after 100 times, you agreed because you low-key got annoyed with him trying to convince you ://

But omg after you agreed he got such a clingy boy, in a good way!

You always thought he was a flirting mf, but deep down, he is just a babey who wants to have fun in his life and be happy

He is still low-key horny tho and it’s kinda showing sometimes---

EHH N E WAY

We will move on to how you two started dating:

He is not so straightforward like we all might think hshhsdofsd

He is SOOO embarrassed about asking you out

Ok but side note; ever since you are the manager he started walking you back home after practice because he was worried that someone might hurt you awe <3

But one day he seemed so uneasy, like you knew that he had something on his mind, but the closer you got to your house, the more nervous he got and quiet as well

LITERALLY WILL STUTTER HSHSDOF

“Uh- So-” he is so red omg

“I- You know- I just thought about-” BISH JUST SAY IT

“Maybe- you wanna- go on a date with me- someday---”

DID HE STOP BREATHING????

“Eh?” your mind just legit stopped working,,

“Uhhh----” He doesn’t know what to say and gets so shy,

And starts fidgeting with the strap of his backpack 🥺🥺

“Oh,,, I mean yes! I Would love to” you agree while quickly nodding and his face goes from :c to :D in 0.5 seconds

“Oh? Really, you sweetie really want to go on a date with me?~” And his flirting nature is back ://

“I take it back”

“wdym u can’t take it back hshdfsd” he--- he just said keyboard smashing???

“ok ok I am sorry???” confusion

N E WAY, THAT'S HOW HE ASKED U OUT 🥳🥳

Afterward he will move on so fast omg---

Like the next day he already planned a second date, then the third one and so on

BUT he would be so shy holding hands, and also so shy to kiss you

But he is a gentleman and will always ask you before he will do anything!

Y’all are fcking trippin if you think that Terushima is disrespect itself

He likes and respects you a lot,,, really much,,, he is a fucking simp ok

N E WAY

How is your relationship with this simp?

It’s perfect, and right now, I am not exaggerating

He will do anything to make you happy really like I said a simp

Will spoil you with everything you want eye---

He will call you so many nicknames omg

For example, he often calls you babygirl/boy, baby, babe or princess/prince

AHHH HE LOVES PDA SO MUCH HSHSDHF

But only if you are okay with that

And if you are okay with that

He will literally make out with you in public

Because he is a horny boy oop

N E WAY

Dates are the best with this babey boy

He will take you anywhere!!!

Like you can only think about it and the next day he takes you to this place

Also loves to hug you randomly and shower you in kisses

No fr,,, he loves the fact that you like him back, and he is just so happy with you ahhh <3<3<3

Stops flirting with everyone and deletes every female/male contact on his phone even though you never asked

Not because of you as well

But because he knows that he doesn’t need a side chic now because he can give you all his love <3<3

Ehhh,, yes I think that he is a fuckboy, but this kinda fuckboy who only needs an S/O and will immediately stop with everything just to make them happy

Idc what you say ok :(

N E WAY

He will be so clingy oh my----

Always cuddles with you if that’s possible like fr

He will HUG YOU EVERYWHERE AND CUDDLE YOU EVERYWHERE

If you two get home he will tackle you immediately down onto the couch, hug you, and bury his face into your chest because he is babey

So,,,, another thing about dating him: He will text you so often

Like almost every hour, even if you two are sitting next to each other, he will just fucking text you

Also!!! He is the type who gets pretty quickly jealous and will tell you that as well

Just straight up is like “I am jealous so please give me a kiss” AND ALSO IN FRONT OF THIS PERSON WHAT

Ehhh one kiss and he is okay again lmao

He loves showing who is his so he will always somehow has his hands on you

Like holding hands, or just brushing your hair, always does something with you

He also loves just going out at 3am with you, go to a 24h-shop and get some snacks, then go stargazing

You might think that he likes dates like the amusement park n so on, but the truly loves just staying at your house, watch some movies and then do skin care with you

WILL ASK YOU ONCE TO DO YOUR MAKE UP IF YOU ARE WEARING SOME

And it will end up with making out

EHH N E WAY

He is def this type of boyfriend who will not pick up the calls at 3am because he is prolly asleep

Like he is always like “You can call me whenever you want to and I will be there” but never ever once he picked up his phone if you called him after 1am

But ok let’s be honest, this beautiful face needs his beauty sleep so I can not really blame him 🥵

I can also see him just hugging you from behind and MAKING OUT

Idc what you say but he will make out more often than kiss you

Because he knows which power his tongue piercing has

But he is so weak for you if you just pout or whine

And will do anything immediately

Like, you pout because you wanna have ice cream but it’s Sunday and all the stores are closed?

SOMEHOW HE WILL MANAGE TO GET YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM

Truly a simp

He will also always do dirty jokes but they are funny

Mostly about his d*ck 🤡

Because it’s also a joke

Sorry I am not funny :///

Ehh,,, another side note, he will always lock your fingers if you hold hands

He just thinks that it’s so nice to lock fingers <3

Will also let you do his hair once!!!

And he will love it no matter how it turns out,,, really

A SIMP I TOLD Y’ALL

Ehh,, I hope you liked those <3

«𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆»

[peachbearies]

╰─ - ̗̀♡ ✎ Fix You (S.)

Zion Kuwonu

↳ ⊹✿ Warnings: Mature Content, Vulgar Words

   ↳ ⊹✿ Summary: Summary: Zion doesn’t like how you talk down upon yourself, so he fucks you just as hard as you hate yourself, all while looking at yourself in the mirror

   ↳ ⊹✿ Author’s note: i am not that good with smuts, haha. So if its cringe at certain parts please do excuse me and let me know how to fix it thanks. But this was an idea I said to my friend and she was like: YOU HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT DUDE! , so here it is.

   ↳ ⊹ ° .✿ Song theme:

Zion was a little agitated how you never saw the beauty you possessed inside and outside, the more he told you, the harder you denied it. Even the beanz called you beautiful. Yeah there were some here and there that wasn’t accepting of you being his girlfriend. But majority loved you. Saying Zion hit the jackpot.

But you never understood it, there are millions of breathtaking women in this world and around him that he could’ve chosen. But his heart swelled for you. Not to say you weren’t grateful for him in your life, you just always wondered why? Feeling his fingertips across your thigh your eyes dart to him, while his was already on you. “What you thinking about mamas?” Zion asks very softly

You fingertips caressing his stubble“You, just how grateful I am for you” it was an honest answer, you were grateful for him, because if it wasn’t for him you would’ve been wine drunk in someone else’s bed. Because you were starting to give up on love. Only believing in one nightstands. But Zion came along.

“Mmm, I’m grateful for you mamas” Zion Hums leaning in to kiss you softly when he pulls away you wipe the lip gloss off his lips, Zion never hated kissing you with makeup on, he actually loved it. Weirdly enough when you have makeup on he can’t resist the urge to kiss you. Right now you guys are at a dinner party for one of his friends. Everyone looked nice and elegant. Zion leans over towards your ear nibbling on your lobe “you look beautiful mamas” he whispers, his lips hovering over your ear feeling his teeth nibble on the cartilage of your ear, though it made pools swirl in between your legs, you can’t help but to think he’s only saying it cause he’s horny.

“You’re saying that to get in between my legs hm?” You joke, but beneath it all so we’re you. Zion and you have only been together six months, and yeah you’ve done it a couple of times but in the back of your mind sometimes you think that’s all he wants you for, but sometimes you don’t, because of the way he fought someone for you and it ended up being posted to the shaderoom and blasted all over Twitter. Some beanz were anger and wanted him to apologize while some defended him and called it self-defense. But not knowing it was all for protecting you and jealousy.

He got into huge trouble with his managers and record label, you felt bad for him. But he said don’t cause he was protecting you.

“Mamas, don’t talk like that, you know I love you so fucking much, I told you I’m nothing like your last boyfriend or those before,I love you for you damnit” Zion growls at the end, you squeeze your thighs together. With your lower lip in between your teeth. Zion grabs your chin moving it back towards him “I love you okay? You’re beautiful” his eyes never faltered in his sentence.

“I love you too”

After dinner Zion wanted a picture because it’s been a while since you’ve dressed up so elegantly he loves you with just his shirt on and a bun, but he also loved you in a dress and heels. Both turned him on either way. “Mamas come here let’s get a picture” he grabs your wrist pulling you back into him.

“No Zion I don’t look good right now” you wine “and I’m tired” you took your eyelashes off and majority of your lipgloss was gone between Zion stealing kisses and eating. Zion rolled his eyes handing his phone to his friend. Now Zion was getting annoyed. You laid your arm on his shoulder while his fingers latch on your thigh. After the picture on your way home Zion was fairly quite. You couldn’t help but question did you do something wrong. Usually his fingers would be matched on your thighs while he drove the both of you home, but this time it wasn’t.

Biting your lip, you look at him then back at the window, and stay looking out the window. “What is it y/n?” His voice sounded soft, but so pique

Breathing in sharply you answer“Nothing don’t worry about it, i was just thinking” you grumble, Zion stops at a red light grabbing your chin as soft as he could to force your eyes to gaze at his own.

“Talk to me” Zion pronounces each words softly, no matter how mad or annoyed he was at you, he could never disrespect you, or yell at you. That’s why everyone complains Zion treats you much more different than anyone else. He becomes soft with you. And brash with others. Most saying “spilt personality”

“Are you angry at me? You seemed like it ever since the party, did I do anything?” Your voice breaking between syllables. As much as Zion was annoyed by the things you’ve said, he can’t help but feel bad that he’s made you feel even more insecure. Grabbing your hand into his the light turns green.

“Listen y/n I’m not mad at you babygirl, I can never be mad at you, it’s just frustrating that you don’t see how I see you, damn what anyone else believes, I just want you to see you’re an exceptional beautiful woman,”

“babygirl I want you for your heart, not for your body, you’re beautiful from head to toe, I just want you to believe that, but I guess I gotta be more patient” you looked at Zion in a different light now, being in a relationship with him did make you feel insecure. It put a lot of pressure on you.

Parking the car in the driveway, Zion gets out the car first making his way over to your side to open the door for you. Something he did to get you, now it’s just a form of habit for him, even including how he opens doors for you.

Taking off your heels first chance you get Zion throws his keys in the bowl by the front door as well throwing his shoes in the corner. He looks back at you smiling upon the sight of you in a red slit glitter dress. It hugged your body in an elegant sexy way. It wasn’t too tight it too loose. You match your eyes with his giving him the same smile in return. “What are you smiling at?” Grabbing the heels from your grasp placing them next to his. Zion towers over you, caressing his exposed tattoos with your nails. “Hm?” You pester him

“Fucking christ y/n, you’re so stunning mamas” Zion swoons over you, twirling you in a circle he watches your dress follow your exact movement, beaming a bigger smile you clash into him. Zion bends his height down to press his lips onto yours. “Mm I love you so much”

“I love you more”

You guys took a shower together, and did your daily skin care routine, Zion wrapped his arm around your shoulder taking a picture of the both of you with face masks on. Posting it to his story. Washing it off while Zion stayed on his phone texting whomever or replying to comments. Patting dry your face you brush your teeth. “I swear mamas, I feel lucky as hell to have you” Zion kisses your temple

“Hm, what are you up to Huh?” You joke, Zion smacks your ass making you throw water at him, Zion attempts to wash his face mask off, but you keep splashing water on him. After his many pleas you eventually stop, grabbing your phone from the counter to post your pictures of you and Zion. Looking at the comments under his post, a lot of negative comments but mixed with positive.

Zion looks up at you seeing your facial expression has changed, looking at the reflection in the mirror he knew what you were doing. “Mamas, please pay that no attention okay?” Zion grabs your phone, seeing your tongue poking on your cheek.

“You know what Zion, what if they’re right? You could absolutely do better, what’s so good about me? Like all the other guy’s girlfriends are so pretty and they accept them, but me.. I’m just not the perfect candidate” you ramble, Zion pulls you in front of him, looking at you in the mirror.

“You know what I see in you? I see underlying beauty, I see grace, a woman that would do anything to make me happy, even if it was something she hated, because she knew if I was smiling, that was enough for her” Zion kisses your neck softly trailing down to your collarbone. “I see a woman that’s so independent,she makes her money and stays to herself, she’s super classy, you’d never catch her throwing hands unless she had too, she’s so book smart I learn something new from her everyday”

Zion rubs circles on your stomach his other hand wrapping around your neck “shes always nasty in the sheets, and she’ll never tell anyone what goes on in her life, because she builds in silence, that’s the type of women I’m attracted too, that’s everything I found in you babygirl” he knew that word always made you weak in the knees. His fingertips stopping just above your pelvis bone. “And I’m going to show you that woman” his lips comes close to your ear mumbles. Grabbing your hand the both of you waltz into your shared bedroom. Sitting you on the bed, his frame sits behind you.

Zion turns your head directly towards your mirror that’s angled in the corner. “You see her? She’s so divine” Zion’s slender fingers slowly making his way to your pelvis bone your breath rapidly leaving your throat, your ears starts to flame up by the sensation he’s giving you, and he’s barely even touched you. “hmm, she’s so beautiful, so starry” he spreads your legs open lifting “his shirt” up to your stomach “not wearing anything under hm?”, his fingers dipping in between your folds, while your chest heaves up and down. Ever so slightly touching the spot you needed him the most, just barely grazing it. His plumped lips kissing your jawline.

“Look at yourself mamas” Zion kisses on your skin, opening your eyes, you see Zion’s fingers disappearing in between your legs. Whimpering for him to do something, anything. Your thoughts are interrupted by him sliding his fingers in you, gasping at the slow sensation you feel yourself sliding away from him. But Zion wraps his arm around your shoulder. His slender thumb rubbing your bud while his fingers fill you up. You couldn’t dare to keep your eyes open but you tried, and everytime you would close them Zion was stop, almost like he was edging you.

Letting out a prolonged cry as you reach your edge, Zion cups your chin directing your eyes at your reflection. “Look at this beautiful woman in front of me, and she’s all mine, she’s in love with me, you wanna come? Hm?” He teases on your skin.

A broken yes leaves your choked throat, Zion smirks pulling you closer to him while you completely shatter in his arms. Your legs trembling to close but he holds them open letting you ride out your second orgasm. Zion slowly pulls his fingers out, as your body is blazing up to your earlobes by his actions. Lazily your head lays on his shoulders. You hate to admit it but the more you look at yourself, the more those insecurities faded. You started to see how Zion cared for your body. Caresses every stretch mark on your things, ignoring the minimal scars you had.

It made you feel better, that the person you were with acknowledges that your scars and marks exist, but they treat them as if they had feelings of their own and that was Zion. Lifting you up Zion hovers over you, laying kisses over your shoulders, neck , trailing down your stomach. Finally nibbling on your inner thighs, the pool stirring up in between your legs again. Sinking your head into the silk sheets you feel one of his hands clamp with yours, the other hand grabbing purchase of the sheets. His tongue filling up your slit, lapping up your juices that spilled out, his eyes watching your whole body unravel before him.

The way your nerves responded to every stimulation of his touch, Zion noticed a change in you today, you were being more vocal, more relaxed. This time you made it about you, and how you feel. Not just him, and boy did he love it. Feeling him slurp you up and down made your toes curl on his shoulders while your back raised from the sheets. Choking his name out, his sly smirks speeds through your wetness. Sliding his fingers in, the palm of his hand hits your clit. Opening your eyes again, Zion is hovering over you his jawline in between your hands.

“I’m coming—I’m coming” you whimper to him. Zion smiling bigger than he’s even done with you, “pretty girl, cum all over my fingers” your eyelashes touching your eyelids, as you shake against his body, your nails digging into the scattered ink on his arms. Breathing was inventible in this current moment. Choked out cried escaped your lips while Zion’s eyes drowning in love for you.

Slipping his fingers out he brings them to his tongue savoring the taste of you, looking directly at him chills run down your spine Zion’s whole attitude feels so brand new, “taste as good as you look mamas” Zion mumbles, you fiddle with the strings on his sweatpants to drop them at his ankles. Only to have him pin you down on the bed, your ass facing him. His hand collided with your ass making you squeal and giggle. It was new, but you liked it, way to much, Zion’s hands grip your waist letting his length settle inside of you. Rolling your eyes as he fills you up, your teeth gripping on the sheets. Your stomach arching towards the sheets.

“Fuck...” is all you could say, Zion dips into you deeper, your legs vibrating at his length. He turns your head to look directly at the mirror, seeing his broad shoulders leveling with yours. “Now, imma fuck you as hard as you hate yourself” Zion reassures you in your ear, his fingers securely wrapping around your throat. You just knew, tomorrow you weren’t going anywhere. But needless to say, you didn’t mind it. One thrust collided into your body, jolting you a little forward, but Zion pulls you back. Zion continues to pound into you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Your mouth open agate but nothing comes out for his ears to listen. Your eyes couldn’t look at the mirror.

But you were trying to keep your focus on the mirror, just when you thought he couldn’t go deeper he proved you wrong, crashing his body into yours, and holding it there just made your whole body shiver. A short gasp followed by choked moans came out. His agitation letting out on you,Zion’s eyes drawing in your lust. Continuing his pace the movement of his hips began to shake the headboard against the wall, as you let out a series of vulgar words, Zion grips your neck placing your head on his shoulder, your fingernails creating crescent moons on his forearm. Lower lip in between your teeth, as you prepare for your next climax. “Come for me baby come again” Zion growls in your ear. Zion going harder on you, hearing the sounds of sticky skin colliding into one another. His growls filling the air because you were silent.

The bed began to shake like your body, a frenzy. Your voice bouncing up and down by the vibrations, “oh my god..” you spoke for the first time, feeling the knot on your stomach you clench the sheets in your fists. Zion thrusting you hard to hit your weak spot, then holding it there as you let go all over him. Your face falling down in the silk sheets. Trying to catch your breath. Every little touch made you twitch. Zion sliding himself out made you so jittery. You felt like you were paralyzed. Zion grabs you by the waist placing you on your back. Putting your legs on his shoulders. His length filling you up again. “Oh my god...”

Instantly the air leaves your throat with your hands ready to dig in his arms again. Zion knew exactly what he was doing, he knew you weren’t good at eye contact, but today he was breaking that habit. While breaking you at the same time. Zion dips down to kiss you ultimately making your ankles touch your shoulders, he holds them there to dominate you harder. Slowly he teases you forcing you to look at him he removes one hand placing it on you neck with no added pressure. Zion making sure to close the gap, your walls tightening around him, feeling him twitch inside of you was enough to put you over the edge. Zion kept going overstimulating you into another orgasm.

Thrusting into you harder he brings two fingers in your mouth letting you suck them, pulling them out after you coat them, his fingers move on your clit at the same level of his hips.

Making audible squeaks while he rearranged your guts, y’all bodies smacking together creating the ultimate harmony of groans and moans. Feeling another knot form , Zion’s pace begins to decrease. “Pretty girl, let it out on me, come on baby” Zion growls his lips stamping kisses on your neck, while you hold his jawline in your hands, moaning ten time louder than before in his ears. Zion loved to hear you be vocal. And couldn’t wait to do it again.

Both of your orgasms sneaking up on, Zion stops himself from coming in you by bringing you head up to his length, shooting his essence down your throat, your tongue ever so slightly grazing his tip, you can’t help yourself but to swirl your tongue all around his tip, being greedy you took a small percentage of his manhood in your mouth. His fingers pumping you to bring your climax out. Shaking around his frame you grab his wrist in overwhelming sensation. Laying your head back in the sheets as you twitched at his fingers leaving your sensitive womanhood. Swallowing down his cum, you just stare at the man who showed you how beautiful you are. And dared if you said it again. Makes you wanna use it as a weapon against him.

But you feel Zion pulling your legs towards his face; your stomach already dropping “Zion I don’t think I can take anymore” You weakly reply, but Zion says nothing instead he licks you up, your body jumping from every flick of his tongue. Removing his tongue from your warmth. He kisses your inner thighs. “let me taste you one last time mamas,” he mumbles dipping his tongue back into your sensitive warmth, as much as you wanted to say no, your moans said other wise. It felt too good, and you felt greedy for letting it happen, but you’ve never had sex like this. With Zion sex was very unpredictable. But it was passionate too.

His lips sucking on your clit automatically made your fingers reach for his dreds, what really surprised you, was now Zion flipped you over and you were sitting on his face. Hands against the headboard. “Zion—” your words fall flat by the sensation of him slurping you up, your legs feeling like jello. “Oh shit...” you mutter, you began to ride his face with his tongue padding over your slit. Hearing the sounds of your wetness on his tongue made you want him even more. Picking up your pace, zions fingertips squeezing into your thighs to further hold you down.

Riding his face faster, your moans became nothing but panted breaths, your body getting warmer by the second. “I’m coming—” you announce. Your legs begging to close but Zion holds them open. Trying to lift yourself off his face you tug on his dreds. Groaning between your lower lip in your teeth. Zion moving tongue inside of you rounding another orgasm on you. Finally Zion stops softly laying down on the bed on your back. His lips glistening in your juices. Slurping the rest of you up, “mmh, Zion—” he shushes you with a kiss on your lips.

Zion removes himself from the bed to get a warm cloth to clean you up, your clit still sensitive, you flinch by every touch. Zion just softly giggling, “it just strokes your ego huh?” You spoke softly

“Makes me happy to know only I can get you like this, your exes were trash” Zion mumbles, getting in the bed with you, your head on his chest, his arms around your middle. “Feel beautiful now?” Zion kisses your forehead.

“Mhm” you mumble feeling your eyes weighing in on you, “you’re the only man, that has made me came more than once in a row, you make me feel special thank you” you kiss his chest, sending a sensory to his brain that he falls in love with you deeper.

“God I love you so much” Zion whispers in your hair, his fingertips caressing your skin. “I love you more, and I do feel beautiful”

[holylulusworld]

Broken Hearts & New Beginnings - Part 4 - The party

Summary: After losing the love of your life and your daughter on the same day you close yourself off. Hiding in your house you talk to no one until your new neighbor a divorced single parent brings you back to life.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, JJ Ackles, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, coping with loss and death of loved ones, loneliness, comforting, fluff, soft Jensen, bitchy neighbor

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“That’s a nice room, JJ. Your daddy did well to finish decorating it.” Looking around JJ’s room you sniffle silently, as it looks so much like Emily’s room in your old house. “Emily would’ve liked it here.”

“Wow…thank you, Y/N. I bet Emily and I would’ve become good friends.” Giving JJ a cracked smile you nod, not able to answer the little girl right now.

“So, it’s Y/N approved?” Jensen laughs as JJ tells you about her plans for the only remaining white wall in her room.

“Yay! She’s said Emily would’ve liked my room too. I’m sad I’ll never meet her, Y/N.”

Sniffling JJ looks up at you, hugging you tightly and you got no clue how to react so you place one hand gently onto her head and the other to her back.

“She would’ve liked you too, JJ. Emily was a bit shy, but she liked nice girls like you for sure. Maybe one day I can show you her room if you want me to. Just not right now.”

Jensen needs to hold back the tears at your words. He can hear the pain in your voice and see the sadness in your eyes.

“How about we have a break, girls? Let’s order food and talk about the neighborhood. Any rumors you heard recently?” Jensen teases as you fix JJ’s hair.

“Well, two days ago I heard that new guy is as crazy as I am as he dares to talk to me. Even invites me over to share his food and stuff.” A smirk appears on your lips and you nudge JJ’s side, making her giggle.

“Interesting. Sounds like a great guy you found there, lady. I would not miss the chance to get to know him better. Three months are not long enough to know everything about him. Now let me order pizza for my girls.”

Clearing his throat, he recalls what he just said Jensen walks out of the room, cursing himself.

“Daddy likes you, Y/N.” JJ giggles and you gently stroke her head. “I know he gives you these eyes…”

“Eyes?”

“You know when you look so odd and all.” JJ tries to explain as you nod, understanding what the little girl tries to say. “I like you too. Will you come to our party?”

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“Party?” Walking toward the kitchen with JJ you can see Jensen tries to set the table. He even used napkins with flowers.

“Did she already invite you, Y/N?” Jensen cocks a brow, glancing at you. “We would be so happy if you could be by our side at the party. I’m new to this neighborhood and you are the only person we like so far.”

“Jensen, I’m not much of a party person for quite a while. Maybe I never was. Logan always forced me to join parties and stuff. I guess that was one of the reasons he was more interested in my friend than me.”

Sniffling you take a slice of pizza, remembering he always wanted you to be more open, more into going to parties.

“Y/N, that’s not true. Your husband, I didn’t know him, but for sure it wasn’t your fault he cheated on you. I asked myself the same, Y/N.” Placing a glass of juice at your place he gives you a warm smile.

“I don’t think it was your fault your wife cheated on you, Jensen. You are very attractive, friendly and a good father. Why should she cheat on you?” Smirking Jensen leans closer, giving you a gentle nudge.

“You are not that bad either, Y/N. Smart. Talented and pretty. I don’t know what your husband saw in that woman or why he ruined his marriage and life with this affair. Sorry…that’s was…” Placing your hand onto Jensen's shoulder you shake your head.

“It’s alright, Jensen. I like it that you talk about my family. Everyone else still treats me like I’m broken and will start to cry any minute. I’m not saying it doesn’t hurt, especially Emily, but please don’t start treating me different now.”

“Good, lady. How about the party? I thought we could invite a few neighbors and have a barbecue and stuff. I’m good at having a barbecue, Sweetheart. You will love my meat.” Jensen teases or rather flirts and you give him a shy smile.

“I do like a man who can handle his meat,” Jensen smirks, slightly flustered at your comment.

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Nervously chewing on your lip you slowly walk toward Jensen’s house. You can already smell the meat and hear several people talking too loud.

Wishing you could’ve entered his house before the guests arrived, which you didn’t manage as your mother distracted you, you awkwardly stand in front of the door, debating to knock or run away.

Before you’ve got the chance to run away JJ opens the door to grab your hand, leading you into the house.

“There is this annoying neighbor, you need to save daddy, please.” Giggling JJ drags you into the garden only for all people to stop talking and to stare at you, mouth agape.

“Well, that’s what I call to make an entrance, Y/N,” Jensen exclaims. “My guest of honor and a good friend brought my favorite salad and charming smile.”

Your neighbors look away when Jensen greets you, embarrassed as he glared at them. “Maybe I should…” Placing on finger onto your lips Jensen shakes his head.

“Y/N, you will not leave. I meant what I said, okay. You are the most important guest today. Without you and your help, my house would still look like I just moved in. JJ loves the princess and the dragon you painted.”

Jensen slings one arm around your waist, smirking as he can feel you shivered for a moment.

His hands gently placed onto your hip he leads you toward the meat he prepared.

“As promised I was able to handle my meat.”

“That’s good. I’m starving, Ackles. I haven’t eaten much today to wait for your meat.” Choking on air Jensen points toward the table so you can place the salad onto it.

“I reserved the best chicken especially for you and my favorite little girl.” Smiling JJ holds out two plates, one for you and the other for herself.

“I prepared a plate for you too, daddy. Will you sit next to Y/N and me? I made sure no one will sit over there. Only the three of us.” JJ whispers and you chuckle as she knows you don’t like to be around too many people.

“I wonder how he got her out of the house, as crazy as she is.”

Your bitchy neighbor spats as you pass her by. JJ ignores the woman, dragging you away to make sure she can’t say anything else.

“Maybe I talked to Y/N like a decent person. Maybe I tried to understand how hard it was to lose her family. Instead of talking behind her back I dared to try to help someone losing the ones she loved.”

Jensen angrily clenches his jaw, pointing toward the door. “As far as I can remember I did not invite you or your sour personality. I must ask you to leave my ground, now…”

Taking aback you gasp as Jensen looks around his garden, shaking his head.

“Anyone else wants to leave, there is the door. I wanted a nice party to get to know you better but I will not accept you talk low about my friend.” Walking toward you and his daughter Jensen hands you your plate and you try to thank him but he pecks your cheek, shaking his head.

“That was awesome daddy!” Squealing JJ hugs Jensen tightly. “We never invite that woman. I do not like her for sure.”

“Same, JJ,” Jensen mutters as you take a bite of the chicken. “Good…huh?”

“Very…tasty and juicy…”

“I told you I can handle my meat…” Giving you a wink Jensen walks back toward the table to get JJ’s plate and some salad.

“Daddy likes you a lot…” Smirking JJ already imagines you will move into Jensen’s house.

“I like your daddy too…” Clearing your throat you look at your plate. ‘As a friend,’ you tell yourself, not believing your lie…

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[iam-kenough]

Will you ever notice me? (Arthur Morgan x Orgininal Female Character)

Summary:  During they wandering in deep snowstorm, man from van  der Linde gang found odd looking girl and Dutch decides to take her  to  camp to see if she can be any use, leading life of outlaw with them.  Quickly, new girl develops feelings towards Arthur, but he sees her just  as a kid…and she won’t take that! It’s an original character story  that starts in the place where Arthur, Dutch and Micah were supposed to  first meet with Sadie. Instead she’s already with them.  

Authors notes: It’s another chapter and you can find the rest of them following masterlist on my blog if you want to read more of my  fanfiction. Hope you gonna enjoy it! Word count: 2576 Chapter 10 Fire was finding away and Iris looked at it passively. She just lost everything she thought she had and even more, counting in baby that no one knew about. It was somehow strange, like Iris was watching a movie with her and Arthur in starring roles. People wanted love made for movie screens or books, but... All she wanted was just someone's warmth. Arthur seemed to have it but Iris had to face the fact that it wasn't meant for her. He had Mary. Girl bit on her lip, thinking about the woman. She was gorgeous, she was grace and the way Arthur looked at her - Iris couldn't help but to shrink. It was understandable he chosed a woman he knew instead of sticking to a girl who was all new to these things. What did she had to offer? She couldn't even kiss properly or fight for him, her flirt reminded more awkward calling for help rather than something hot. - Ah, I can't enjoy my evening seeing thing like you there - Micah sat down by the fire and spitted. Iris shivered with disgust. - I'm leaving, you are right. I know I look like shit. - What happened - he asked suddenly. Maybe it was the booze but he wasn't feeling like fighting. He had soft spot for woman in need, surprisingly. - Nothing you would care about, I think. We're not friends. - I am wasted so we can be, I'm gonna forget by the morning anyway so use it wisely, spill the beans. Iris wasn't sure, she was afraid but she didn't have someone at this moment. Mary-Beth was angry with her for chasing Arthur over and over and forgetting about her when it was good. And she had every right to be mad, Iris knew she's terrible friend. - Let's say...I have a lot on my plate, okay? - Go on, probably it's nothing I haven't heard about, dumbass. - I got shot and lost the baby. - Holy shit - he rised his head - Morgan would be a father? - Yes - Iris curled up, her knees under her chin. She was small but now one could tell she was suddenly shrinking - He won't know anyway. He's after Mary now. - Weren't you stupid flattering yourself enough to believe he would look at you - Micah snorted and then came the rest of the sentence - he's too old to stick to babygirl in attractive package, can't blame him for that. - That's what I was thinking. Maybe with a little bit of hope it's my low self-esteem talking but there you are. - I ain't friend of yours and that's good. Won't sugarcoat. Morgan is weird, as I noticed. He doesn't seem to care for anything if it was love related beside that Mary girl, he was talking about her a lot and then stopped, leaving gooey self behind and turning into cold motherfucker again.  But on the other hand - Micah took a sip from his bottle - Even you can do better, you are step ahead of him being younger and less sentimental. - I hoped...I thought he's different at first. But I think you're right, eh? At least I'm young, gotta recover quicker - she shook her head - thanks for listening me anyway. - Wasn't listening, as I said I'm gonna forget everything by tomorrow. Don't flatter yerself, missy - he waved her off and looked away, his face empty and numb. -Another letter from that Mary girl - Mrs Grimshaw handed Arthur piece of paper. Iris was sitting near enough to hear, sipping on a cup of coffee - Thought you over that, she's funny business that woman. Arthur just quickly analysed the letter and put it inside his pocket. Iris was looking at him in descreet manner, concealing behind her hair. Man looked worried even though he just got letter from his lover. What is going on inside his head? - Mind if I join you? - Mary-Beth approached, half smiling. It's been a long time since their last girl talk. Iris was almost sure Mary-Beth just ditched her forever. Who would've listen her whines. - No, of course I don't mind - Iris immediately made space for her - What's up? - No, I am here to ask you what's up. Let's forget that you ditched on me to mingle with Mr Morgan and now you are happy to see me when he left you. I wanna know what's up despite that. - Listen, I can't - she looked around. Arthur was listening and even peeking at her thinking she didn't notice - Let's find ourselves a place. Mind if I poured myself somethin' stronger, eh? -No - Mary-Beth said with deadpan voice, squeezing her glass so hard her knuckles went white - it's simply not true, it can't be. - Don't pity me, please. I'm slowly adjusting myself to it. - How can you be like that when he simply left you for another with a child? - I was "another", Mary-Beth, thinking I can compare. I'm nothing he would need in his life, I know he's dreaming about children. He looks like the type of family man, especially when you notice how loyal he is towards everyone in the camp or how he's taking care of Jack. And I'm just a kid who's terrible in locating their feelings. - You can't just let him go, not now?! You basically lost part of you in sake of this wild romance! Now there's no turning back. - I gave up, Mary-Beth. We wouldn't work out anyway. Let's drink for me not falling like a fool again. It was first time in a while when they took a task together. Iris dressed herself in manly clothes, with coat, hat hiding her hair and gunbelt around her waist. There was a bounty, easy one for girl searched by law for robbery. What a wild times it is, forcing woman to things like that or to find themselves a man just to mean something. Alone they were considered as useless. Arthur decided that it's gonna be the best for them if he's gonna be formal. Harsh maybe. Girl was clearly over him but now he wouldn't wish to trigger any awkward situations. He was looking ahead, ignoring her presence. Iris grabbed her hip-flask from horse cargo. They were heading mountains and the cold was slowly getting to her. But there was remedy, whiskey. She gulped on golden liquid and blush caused by alcohol appeared almost straight away on her face. The closest to hug it could get for her. Whiskey was a good lover too, Iris discovered that it can lulle her to sleep just like lover would. Now she get why her daddy liked it alot. - Need ya sharp minded today, kid, so slow down a little - Arthur's voice was harsh and cold. It was just like the day they met, Iris reminded herself. First time they were a team, searching for John Marston. Back then he also was looking ahead, with this ugly smirk on his face, visible scar on chin with beard trimmed harshly, probably by dull razor. He was tall and beefy, large and surely intimidating. Now, when it was over Iris could look at him as a stranger, again, with clear head. She wasn't happy to discover he caused butterflies in her stomach, even bigger now, since she knew what was hiding under navy-blue coat. Iris looked away with shame. - Don't worry, just warming myself up, I'm freezing - she put on leather gloves and fixed her hat, hoping it will hug her ears a little bit more, since tips of earlobes were going numb. Arthur ignored it, but only on the outside. Inside him there was a war. He just stepped away from girls life, numbed himself a little so he won't notice her anymore. It wasn't that Mary was better now, after years. It was just smart choice, him being an old outlaw, he would hurt Iris even more staying with her and making her life miserable with his presence. That's why he tried not to give a shit, he was good at it. At the end of the day he was cold headed feller who would shot someone's head of if it was needed. Iris jumped off her horse, grabbing her pump-action shot gun and loading it with amo. When she was younger she didn't knew much about guns, but had to find out about them soon if she didn't want to starve. Her aim was shitty thought. She got better with time,   observing Arthur, just like almost with everything, from skinning an animals to being as much intimidating as him when needed. At least girl tried her luck with it whenever she could, 'cause she was a woman, a girl after all. That's why she was bounty hunting with Arthur Morgan, no one dared to treat her like child in his presence. - After you - he said, putting out a cigarette with a shoe, bad habit of his. Iris pretended she haven't noticed, it wasn't her place to make comments. Not anymore at least, but now when she was thinking about it, it never were. They just had sex few times, to have fun, right? Iris expected that the cabin, where thiefgirl were supposed to be hiding could be a bait. She could notice them too, first and preparing a trap now. So without hesitation she kicked the door in, holding her weapon tightly. Even if the opponent was also a girl she wouldn't underestimate her. Iris remembered how Sadie was. But there was one one inside. She stepped forward and that was careless. Woman they were hunting jumped at her straight away, as she was hiding behind the door before they came. It was trap that even child would be aware off. But  now Iris wouldn't take shit from anyone. Few moves and opponent was under her, trying to escape. Girl catched a rope from Arthur's hands and hogtied thief. - Get off me, bitch! - I ain't likin' the way you speak to me, babydoll - Iris growled and decided she doesn't have to be nice today. She grabbed woman's hair and knocked her out by smashing her face against he floor. Arthur whistled. - Where did ya learn to be cruel like this? - I have someone to learn from, ya know. Clean this up - she said, pointing at woman under her. Of course she was talking about him, he was the scariest man she knew when he wanted to be one. Iris and Arthur took woman to closest sheriff's office and collected their prize. It was nice amount of money. Iris started saving lately again. When she saw that being a couple with Arthur was just her wet, girlish dream she decided to save some money. Vision of moving away somewhere nice was really nice. - Thank ya, Mr Morgan. See ya around - she said and turned to walk away. Saloon was her new favourite direction, a glass of something stronger and all worries were easier to put aside. - I am heading the same direction, ya know. Don't bother yourself anyway. - Sure - she shrugged and entered the saloon, taking place at the bar. Arthur's taken sit right next to her and placed coins on bar surface. - Two rounds for me and the lady. Iris threw him suprised look. - You don't have to, I have money. Have it back - she said and give him few coins  as a recompensate. His brows furrowed and he took them. - I don't get it, you always liked being treated - he said suddenly. -...yes. I still like it when someone important in my life does that - she said without hesitation. That was harsh but Iris didn't care. World is harsh too and so is Arthur Morgan's love. She was sitting next to him as he was getting visibly drunk. Time was passing as he wasn't looking like he's leaving, but it was already dark outsite. If she knew he's gonna pull that on her she would just go do another saloon in another town. - I'm getting back - she said, putting on her hat and gloves - Ya stayin or goin' with me, Mr Morgan? - Don't be silly, you drank nothin'. One more, on me. - Nope, I had enough and you had more than that. I am no one to scold you about it though, that's why I asked simple question. Are you going, or nah? He frowned, his eyes hazy, lips forming in thin line. - Okay, in this case I'm coming with ya. You gonna wonder around and get yourself hurt without me. Iris wasn't planning oto change Arthur's  mind, it was easier to lure him outside in this case. She knew him long enough to know he wanted be helpful and he wanted be needed. But that was the end of brilliant plan, as soon as he got up she noticed that he's gonna fall from the horse right away. He ignored her arm and was going straight ahead bumping against everything and everybody. He forgot all his belonging so she collected them. For fucks sake, it was always like that in her life. - Where are ya going, cowboy? - her gaze went up from his head to his shoes. - To the camp, I have more booze there - he hiccuped and catched balance by holding against the wall. - Like hell, look at yourself. I'm gonna pack you inside the hotel room and you gonna catch up tomorrow. Dutch won't be mad if it's gonna be me telling him that. - Yer not going anywhere - he gestured widely, showing he's totally not okay with this plan - Yer gonna get yourself killed in the middle of the night! - I have guns and I'm perfectly fine on my own since you left me, Mister. His eyes opened slowly like he was stroked with what she said and looked up at her face. - Iris? - Arthur was totally surprised that she was standing in front of him, like he wasn't along her all evening. - What the fuck, did someone put some drugs to your drink? F'course it's me, I've been sitting her with you last few hours. - I love you, girl... - his gaze become hazy and his eyes were dreamy. Oh, he was drunk as hell, she could tell that. He barely stood by himself and all those hiccups assured girl that Arthur is gonna puke. - Oh, bite me. Come, you need to lie down as soon as possible - she grabbed his arm and with visible difficulty lead him towards hotel, hoping the owner won't flip out and let them in, seeing Arthur in this condition. Then he hiccuped once more and puked on her, starting with her coat and finishing on shoes. - Christ almighty, I could've predicted that. Sit there - she placed him on a bench and started wiping herself with visible disgust, breathing deeply. Now she was close to puking too. - I'm sorry - he burped. She passed him water canteen. - Grab yourself a water and get yourself together, Mister. - I want more booze...- he burped again - I need to drink... - Hell no! Look what've just done to me, you need water and some greasy breakfast in the morning. I will treat ya if you gonna come with me, hmmm? He did.

[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

You and Kozik were best friends. He was always with you when he wasn’t with the MC. When he had down time, he spent it at your place.

“Hey princess? You busy right now?” He asks, calling you your favorite nickname, though you had plenty of those.

“Nah, why? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Just had a question. I’m getting patched into SAMCRO tonight, wondered if you’d wanna come hang out?” You considered it, but you weren’t sure where you’d fit in.

“I don’t know, Koz. I’m not really SAMCRO material. I’’m not a crow eater, and I’m not an old lady. Ya know?” You ask, but you hear a chuckle on the other end.

“Hey, as far as anyone’s concerned its just you and me. A’right? Anyway, get dressed I’m already on my way.” He chuckles, hanging up on you. You got dressed, though you contemplated not doing it. A pair of black studded shorts, biker boots, and his old SAMTAC shirt that you’d hacked into an off the shoulder top. “Hey!” He shouts as he jogs up the steps to greet you. His eyes fell to the short shorts and exposed collarbone. He frowned for a moment.

“What?” You ask, his facial expression not going unnoticed.

“Nothin’. You ready?” You nod hesitantly, not sure what he’d been thinking, but you ignore it, putting on your helmet. As the two of you climbed onto the motorcycle, he hauls your bare legs up around his waist. “You’re gonna burn ‘em.” He shouts over the roar of the bike before he takes off, heading back to Charming with his girl hugged tight to him. His girl. That had a ring to it, didn’t it? He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he pulled into Teller-Morrow. How did you expect to fit dressed like that? Short shorts and his old SAMTAC tee, or what was left of it, you stood out. Shivering as the chilly breeze swept past you, Kozik took the opportunity to offer you his SAMCRO sweatshirt from the bag mounted over the handlebars. You declined his offer, sitting on the table and putting your boots on the seat of the picnic table.

“This wasn’t a good idea. I’m not some crow eater, and the minute I walk in there its gonna be up for grabs.” You sigh, starting towards the road to call a cab.

“Hey, I said I got you. I got you.” He assures, steering you into the building. You’re met with hugs and greetings alike, all nice and welcoming. “Guys, this is my ol’ lady.” You choke on his words, coughing quickly to cover it up.

“Nice man, where’s her crow?” Tig asks, eyeing your exposed skin.

“Doesn’t have it yet.” He barks, you watch the anger and hatred float between the two like a heavy rain cloud.

“Tiggy, Lanna, Lanna this is Tig.” He nips, a protective hand covering your hip as he pulled you against him. Tig kissed your knuckles like a gentleman, and you blushed. Kozik was quick to wheel you away from his friends, sitting you at a table with Gemma and Tara before he disappeared into the crowd. You were hurt when you found women fawning over him, the freshest meat in the place, but he was jealous of even Tig’s gentlemanly gesture. So much so he sat you at the mom table.

“So you and Kozik, how long you two been together?”

“A year,” you respond, watching him chuckle when a woman purrs something in his ear. She nibbles on his ear and kisses at his neck. You roll your eyes and heave a sigh. Perfect timing. You giggle as Tig finds his way to you, a drink in his hand and a smile on his face.

“Hey darlin’ you look lonely. Mind if I join?” Gemma and Tara had gotten up and disappeared leaving you there with Tig. His arm lands over your shoulder as he kicks back, enjoying the party. “You and Kozik, he’s never mentioned you before. You really his ol’ lady?”

“No, just his friend. He wanted me here to celebrate, though I’m not sure why. I haven’t seen him since he almost ate your head off.” You shrug, feeling your heart ache.

“Sorry doll, I guess he’s soaking it in, huh? You okay here? I’ll take ya home if you like. No questions asked. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He chuckles. You nod, accepting his offer. You were plenty ready to get away from this madness. Kozik’s eyes fall on Tig’s hand leading you out of the building, and he follows hot on your heels.

You accept the helmet from Tig, slipping it on and adjusting it before getting onto the back of his motorcycle. Kozik watched on as the two drove out of the lot. He was seething, he couldn’t believe you’d just leave without saying anything. Starting his bike after a moment, he followed them for a little ways, they were headed back to Tacoma. He stopped in the middle of the lane, turned around and went back to TM. She must’ve been tired, he assures as he heads back into the party. An hour later Tig arrived back, and by then Kozik was drunk enough to confront him.

“You enjoy her?” He slurs, stepping into Tig’s path.

“What?” The ebony-haired man asks, eyes squinting at the drunk.

“You heard me. Did you?”

“She’s home safe, if that’s what you’re asking. I didn’t do anything, you moron. I just took her home like she asked.” He rolls his eyes trying to step passed the drunken man.

“Tiggy, did you fuck her?”

“No man! Stop asking!” He barks.

“Tig, did you fuck her?” He shouts, stopping everyone.

“NO! I TOOK HER HOME!” He shrieks, slamming his beer on the table and squaring his shoulders. He watched the blonde teeter for a second..

“Why didn’t she tell me she wanted to go home, then?” He asks.

“Because you were a little busy with her.” He waves a hand to the crow eater tucked under his arm.

“Nah, it doesn’t matter. She’s just a friend, not like she cares who I bang as long as I give her a little dick too.” He slurs, not realizing what he said. Without a second thought, he and the crow eater head to his room.

Tig stood there in shock, with everyone else. Kozik wasn’t shy about his sex life, even bragged most times, but he’d never mentioned you that way before. Tig wondered if that was how he really felt. He stewed on what Kozik said all night. You were a sweet girl, shy but you seemed to really like that blonde moron. Tig had respected you, even in a way that Kozik hadn’t.

“Morning,” Kozik grumbles, walking passed him.

“You’re an asshole. I’ve tried to justify what you said all night. All night, but I can’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He barks, wincing at his headache.

“You were so drunk you don’t even remember.” He laughs, taking a drink from his coffee cup.

“What? And where did Lanna go last night?”

“I took her home.”

“Ah, thanks man.”

“You know you said that she was your friend, and it didn’t matter who you banged as long as she got some dick too?” Kozik stopped mid step towards the bathroom and turned around.

“Nah, I didn’t do th—“

“You sure did, in front of everyone here. That wonderful crow eater got your phone after you passed out, called her and told her what you said. Said she was lucky enough to get some of that Kozik dick too.” Gemma interrupts him, clasping her hands together. Gemma watched on as his eyes bulged and darkened, his hands visibly shaking.

“No, no I didn’t. She’d never believe that crow eater.” He assures himself more than anyone else. “Would she?” He questions it, but he stops thinking and runs for his bike. He had to make it up to her. She probably thought the worst of him. He invited her to this party, and was insulted.

He tore into the driveway to find another motorcycle there. Happy’s. He started towards the door when Happy met him on the porch, arms crossed over his chest.

“She doesn’t wanna talk, man.” He barks, watching Kozik head towards the back door.

“I gotta see her. I gotta apologize, man. I said some shit-“

“We all know what you said.” He drones, pushing him back.

“Well I gotta apologize shithead! Let me through!” He pleads, looking through the window trying to get a glimpse of you.

You sat on the bathroom floor bawling, you hadn’t quit since you got the call from that crow eater bitch. You knew you shouldn’t be upset. After all, he wasn’t wrong. You’d occasionally slept together, but it was something intimate, something you didn’t share with anyone. You supposed you shouldn’t be mad, you were the one who didn’t want to be an ol’ lady. You didn’t want the title, so how could you want the benefits?

“Princess! I know you can hear me!” He shouts, his voice quaking and muffled through the walls. “Lanna! Please! I didn’t mean what I said!” He shouts.

Kozik pounded on the door relentlessly, praying you’d let him in. Finding some kind of strength, you stumble your way to the door unlocking it and swinging it open before heading back to the safety of the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Babygirl, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that shit. Fuck, I was so drunk. I’m sorry.” He whispers, eyes pleading you.

“Did you enjoy her?” You snip, hearing the one thing click and the door open. He saw you in a mess on the floor, eyes bright red and swollen. His heart broke.

“Oh princess. Christ baby. I’m so sorry.” He drops to his knees, gathering you into his strong arms.

“Did you like it?” You whisper, trying to pull away from him.

“I don’t remember it. I just remember this morning when they told me what I said. I’m sorry for ditching you, too. I didn’t mean it.” You shrug.

“I can’t be mad. It’s not fair. I told you I’d never be an ol’ lady.” You huff, trying to stop crying.

“Babygirl, I shouldn’t have done it. I never should have invited you and then acted the way I did. I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay baby, I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I left without saying anything. Don’t worry tho, that Tig was a total gentleman, even offered to sleep on the couch if I needed someone here.” You chuckle.

“I’m really sorry.” He whispers, gripping you tightly against his body. Pressing hard kisses to your forehead, he grabs your face, planting a hot and heavy kiss on your lips. “Fuck that old lady bull crap, be my wife. I’ll be your husband.” He whispers, still hugging you tightly.

“Kozik, you don’t mean that.” You hush, pushing him away from you.

“Yeah I do. I want you, forever. Whatever our little pissing match was yesterday, it’s over. You and me, now and forever. I’m not taking no for an answer. So shut up, get up, and let’s go on a real date. Preferable before Happy gets in here and kills me.” You chuckle and stand up, letting him lead you out of the bathroom.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He presses a hard kiss to your lips once more, dragging you tightly against his body.

[abbeyfangirl]

dragon age: all characters (companions)

I’ve been in this fandom for a hot minute now and I want to update my opinions on characters :)

Origins

Alistair: super sweet dude who literally is not the stereotypicalchantryguyfightme. He’s a great example of healthy masculinity and I totally wish he was bi because I have an entire essay on that— also: he’s a poc! His mum was brown. In game he’s got dark features. if you really want a blond/blue-eyes/white guy, make your warden that. or accept that brown people can be noble and moral. or just draw cailan, idk. just because BioWare whitewashes doesn’t mean you should.

Leliana: someone hug my singing girlfriend before I crush her under with my own hugs. Also: nugs. Yes! Shoes. Yes! She likes how I style my hair? YES!! I honestly think she’s super duper and it pisses me off whenever someone’s like: yeah she enjoys killing people and the Game. ok. and michel de chevin willingly participated in genocidal marches through the alienage he grew up in with his elvhen mum. 

Morrigan: dirty swamp witch that i stan and also have a v big crush on. tiddies. Have a son with a GW so we can raise him with our tiddies out in the forest. she’s also white-passing, as her father was chasind and all people we’ve seen that are chasind are black. therefore, she is biracial. therefore, poc can be goths and don’t shy away from giving morrigan a darker skintone. if the devs had of been thinking, she’d have a darker skintone.

Zevran: Actually is the best romance, I think. Loves consent, therefore I will stan him so hard my skull cracks a little. Also: he is a very brown boy and if he’s white in da4 I’m seriously going to throw all canon out the fucking window. genuinely a good person who needs to be told so. 

Wynne: grandma who only likes my friends who go to church. but also super sweet and I’d rest my head on her bosom (in a platonic way omg ZEVRAN)

Sten: angry quiet boi. the bestest boi. I totally would give him a kitten for a gift and bake him cookies. Thicc softie. I think if I had DA:O and i knew how to use mods i would mod the fuck outta him. sorry.

Sha(y)le: who’s gender? idk her. See also: fuck birds and authority. pound ur ass into the ground you feathery meatbag little shits. fuck songbirds.

Dog: such a good boi. thicc. thinks Alistair is a whiny fuck and is Morrigan’s only friend. love him. he’s the cutest companion. bet.

Ohgren: honestly forgot about him bcc he’s such a shitbag. also: he could’ve been a really cool addiction recovery type but NOPE. probably would have a trump shirt in a modern au and would catcall wlw and hit mlm. no thanks.

Awakening

Anders: he acts like rlly straight but he’s so gay I can smell it. also he’s rlly cute and fun and I love him so much.

Justice: MAYBE i’M selF CONSCious OF THE twitchING. is the friend that genuinely doesn’t get dick jokes but is ur 110% ride or die.

Nathaniel Howe: honestly is sort of a white knight/neck beard a little, but it’s kind of charming with his whole velanna m’lady?? grump boi. annoying soul patch that I’d mod out SO FAST—

Sigrun: would have ROMANCED the FUCK out of her. why she even entertains the idea of fucking with ohgren makes me realize most of the writers are dumbfucks.png. peppy little emo. 12/10 would die if she kissed my cheek teasingly.

Ohgren: why. why. why. I’d have brought Shayle over. Maybe Zev? Definitely Dog.

Velanna: she was written to be an annoying feminist and you can tell but I deadass am a kindred spirit with her bcc I too am deadpan annoyed with Thedas’ general population too. love her. Would’ve loved to romance her. She’d totally be one of those who’d get all tsundere and be like “n-no i hate you” *kisses the fuckin soul out of you then blushes so hard she’s now a tomato*

Dragon Age II

Anders: fuck the cops. i don’t care. fuck the cops. (vine reference). also: do i hate him for blowing up the chantry that would eventually annul a huge collection of his people? no. read dalishious’s meta on Anders. v intriguing. didn’t they retcon the fuck out of the reported deaths too? like there was like eight Templars and Elthinia in there. Templars killed more “abominations” in a day than Anders in the game canon—

Aveline: initially thought she was fine and then realized she’s shit to my lil brother and I will fucking clap her ginger ass. See also: whorephobia isn’t a joke so fuck off with treating Isabela badly, you tit.

Bethany: sunshine. Literal sunshine. I feel my freckles grow in her presence and i love it. she’s my little baby sister and I’d slam that ogre so fuckin hard before it touched either twin.

Carver: there has to be a mod where both twins survive. I love them both to bits. My babies. carver is my bitter, angry little brother and I can relate because I too am very angry and would totally clap my own ass. hes so genuine and I don’t get the competition between Beth and Carver. Like, both are fuckin stellar in different ways. In this essay I will—

Fenris: honestly, I don’t get the general hate between him and Anders. Fenris’ main arc should’ve been a recovery arc, not drunken moping and revenge. he deserves better. give him a soft sweater instead of his spikes and let him love himself as much as I love him for MAKERS SAKE. like when you really think about their relationship, it could’ve been an eye-opener for fenris and finally some legit sympathy for anders. but we all know that if they had of teamed up that Meredith would’ve been dead before the end of Act 1 so.

Isabela: whorephobia is not a joke. oversexualizing your only appearing brown woman is so poorly written. how about we appreciate her and her lovely bosoms but also let people tease her about her heart of gold? her innate understanding of freedom? instead of just a wave of dick? please?? can we give her some pants for when she fights? can we accept that i fall for rogues who hate themselves?? fuck. also whomever draws her x femHawke x Merrill literally is after my own heart.

Merrill: my fucking babygirl MARRY ME. Fenris could’ve been her older brother type, but NO. she and Isabela should’ve been canonical gfs instead of Isabela/Fenris (no shaming the pairing tho!!). I love how she’s written as neurodivergent. V nice. Sometimes I just look her up and cry because she’s fucking everything. Also: she’s in the Dalish origin and she’s far from being white. Why did they make the most innocent/naïve character really white? hmmmm.

Sebastian: whew that boy. Would totally be that annoying Mormon at your door but you still let him in bcc he’s super sweet. Also: huge ass bible thumper and should get his head slap because you said the maker loved all his children why do you defend a complicit old hag you annoying attractive fuck—

Varric: totally is a bard and the devs couldn’t handle the idea of him being one bcc it might make him look less straight. is the only grey morality person I don’t want to fucking bash in with a fry pan. he sees people and I like that, but you totally know he’s siding with mages every time bcc him and Anders are like besties. I’m sorry. I don’t make the rules. “Professional Younger Brother”.

Tallis: I know nothing about her but she seems okay. I think she was an escaped slave and honestly? Fucking props. Spy on a shitting organization, idk what you’re doing, but your VA was that cool lesbian from SPN so I think ur okay?

Inquisition

Blackwall: Redemption Arc 101. Love him to bits. Sad dad bunwall. good man. actually atoned for his sins by actively becoming a good person. his initial design is 80% hotter im so sorry but so not.

Cassandra: was way browner in the last game. would romance the fuck outta her. I love me a butch lady who melts at my dorky recitation of poetry. BioWare is a coward. also is the worst choice for divine. but not a bad person. could use some more guidance or get her ass whipped by a dalish elf about religion or a circle mage kid whos like “yeah bud i didn’t ask for the templars to whip my ass everyday for existing.”

The Iron Bull: I think the Qunari/Vashoth were a little based off black people (the whole anti blackness thing where ppl are scared of them bcc of whatever reason) and it pisses me off that he had a weird ass dubcon thing with Dorian in banter. It doesn’t make sense— he’s an A+++ dom and would not jump straight in role play without at least checking in at first like wtf BioWare.

Cole: his mother was chasind so he’s like not supposed to be that white? or like biracial? albino? idk. love him to bits tho. He’s neurodivergent and I deadass love him. romancing him? idk. I see why ppl think it’s fuckin nasty but also like as a writer I’d age him the fuck up so fast before my inquisitor even THOUGHT about that. like idk. I’m down with him being a sweet little bro character tho. he’s a babe. love him.

Sera: had the worst fucking writer I’ve ever seen and I willingly read the twilight saga twice by a shit ass racist white lady who okay’d pedophilia. like. Fuck you Kristjanson suck your own dick you fuck. had the worst options in regards to speak to her. has a thicc case of internalized racism that literally most of the fandom just loves to use against her. my lesbian neurodivergent queen. Would write a thousand fix it fics for her. Love her to bits. im gay.

Varric: I haven’t played DA2 so i don’t get why everyone wants to romance him but like. a dwarf romance? yes please. Idk he reminds me of my uncle so I only see him as fun uncle material. Deadass should adopt Cole and Merrill and co parent with Blackwall for Sera. dads? fuck yeah. love me some wholesome, present fathers.

Dorian: is a gay stereotype that I love/hate so much. and he’s also just as bad about being a creep bcc he sexualizes qunari men (in banter). I attribute that to shit writing tho. I want to protect him from all the “omg gay best friend!” people. he’d clearly be that tired gay that wouldn’t give a diddly damn about ur het romance. wanna talk about politics? he’s ur guy/gay.

Solas: “me, an intellectual:”. I don’t hate him, but I’m not about him. He comes off as mysterious and suave (which he totally is) but I deadass would not save him from himself because he’s a racist, exclusionist eggshell. idk. not my cup of tea, but I can totally see the appeal. And he’s interesting, I’ll totally say that. “I think the Dalish are garbage but they made you” is not a compliment. it’s so offensive. and such bait for “quirky girls” which I’m no fan of. Would be Achilles and let Patroclus (Lavellan in his case) die before he realized how his pride is literally a waste of time. If he gets a redemption arc I hope Lavellan gets to slap him before getting him to teach all about ancient Arlathan and show that the Evanuris weren’t all total dicknozzles. (Aka I really have a hard time believing that they’d be slavery cult things. especially since they’ve compared elves to indigenous ppl, Jews and the Romani.)

Vivienne: it’s so racist that they’d make a black woman be pro-slavery. That’s such internalized racism. She could’ve been the cool ass “educate yourself first before you speak, fool” ice lady, but NO. the devs could’ve kept the “Templars are a tool that I proudly can mandate” and the “circles are very good education” and we. Could. Have. Romanced. Her. Like. Fuck. Sake. I just wanna give her a hug and say “love yourself omg!!” and not even in a romantic way. Also: she and morrigan should not have been so antagonistic towards each other. I’d expect them to have great respect for each other, as they both moved up in the world through hardwork and very little help. They could learn different magic from each other too and still maintain that rival respect “oh you” mood. Sidenote: probably the cooler option for Divine. if her approval is high enough she’ll love and be loyal to you forever and i can’t see her agenda being bad. she improves the circles exponentially and tells all the antis to suck her pretty painted toes.

Josephine: an actual disney princess. romanced her my first playthrough. I love her so much. she just makes me so happy. And she’s like: “Integrity, Loyalty, peace. That is what it means to be a GREY WARDEN good fucking person.” she’s the person who would let you hold her hand if you got anxious and she’d be that person who shouldered the whole group project with finesse and poise and would probably lie for everyone as to not be mean. i love josie. her and leliana’s relationship is so cute, too. whether it’s romantic or not: women supporting women.

Leliana: if you leave her hardened you must hate her. why. she becomes so against herself. i like how shes feminine and lighthearted because that’s so powerful-- to remain hopeful when the world is hopeless. (its hard to know when to soften her/harden her so i get it but. google it. she deserves to be happy and sweet again.)

Cullen: uwu war criminal with shit ass “redemption arc” that was actually a half-assed (at BEST) recovery arc. Recovery isn’t linear, it isn’t pretty, and even the broken need to be told they are wrong in order to heal right. Like I’m offended by that bullshit. I’ve had to do some mental health recovery in the past and unlearning lots of toxic ideologies— which I’m still unlearning— and it bothers me that he gets an easy pass because he’s hot. It’s one thing if you like Cullen, it’s another thing if you hold him accountable.

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Black Folks Don’t Do That Shit

Author’s Note:  Hello everyone!  So I got this idea after seeing a Tumblr post with Lupita Nyong’o and it kinda just spiraled from there.  Hope you all like it!

Warnings: Some harsh language and that’s it...for now.  😈😈😈

Disclaimer:  None of the images used are mine.

Prologue

You shook nervously as your eyes shot open.  Harsh breaths hit your lungs as you tried your best to sit up, your heart drumming as if it were part of a marching band.  Something stopped you.  You looked down at your wrists to see that they were bound to a bed.

You pulled and pulled with all your might, but it was useless. 

Then, the door opened and she walked in.

Your eyes narrowed, “You.”

She smiled, “Yes kitten, me.”

“You drugged me.”

“Yes.  To make you more…compliant.”

She sat down and smiled pleasantly.

Her red lips curled upwards like a Cheshire Cat.

It was almost like things were normal, like she was normal…

But she wasn’t.

She ran her clawed hand up your naked thigh, her bright red eyes alight with undead interest.

You should kick her, fight her – do something, but you didn’t.

Black folks don’t do that shit.

“So sad to see you leaving,” Pepper Potts commented as she watched you pack your last suitcase, her red lips sticking out in a thin line of her pale face.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “But I have to be moving on.  Can’t stay in the same place for too long, right?”

“Well,” Pepper said, “If your path leads you back to New York, you always have a job here.”

“Thank you,” you replied, giving her one last hug.

Today was your last day over at Stark Tower as the Stark family’s personal chef.  Sure, Friday could have done it, but Tony insisted on paying you 15$ an hour to work during the week after tasting your banana pudding.

However, cooking the same healthy ass Californian recipes were just getting too old.  You were forgetting why you enjoyed cooking in the first place.

You quietly sat on the next Amtrak train back to your home – New Orleans, Louisiana.

Time to get reconnected.

_

“Mama!”

“(Y/N)!  Oh my babygirl, you’re home!”

You squeezed her tightly as her familiar scent filled your nose.

Pears, lilac, fresh linen...

“I missed you,” you said, kissing her cheek.

“And I missed you too,” she replied, “Come on in.  I got your favorite cookin’.”

“Crawfish n’ rice?”

“Yup.  And we also have pecan pie.”

“Of which I will be getting the first slice,” a familiar voice said.

While that voice didn’t disturb your mother, it still scared you even now.

“(Y/N),” your mama said, “You remember Sunny, don’t you?”

How could you forget him?

“Of course,” you replied, plastering a falsified smile on your face.

“Good to see you (Y/N).”

“You too.”

A brief, awkward silence washed over the room, but your mother - ever the perfectionist mediatior, quickly ushered you upstairs to help you unpack.

This was going to be a long visit.

_

You sighed softly as you breathed in through your nose.

The New Orleans air was thick with the scent of car oil, sweat, trumpets and dough frying into beignets.

It smelled like home.

But there was something else in the air.

Children’s laughter, bubbling chocolate, pumpkin rinds...

Halloween, or it would be in thirteen days.

It was fitting, given all the smell of spook in the wind and jack-o’-lanterns on porches.

It was your favorite time of year.

Feeling invigorated, you walked into a farmer’s market and up to a local vendor who was carrying a rather large flower stand with him.

“Excuse me, kind sir?”

“Why hello lady,” he said in that familiar southern accent, “What can I do you for?”

“I’m looking for some translucent orchids,” you said, “Do you have any available?”

“Translucent orchids?  Hmmm roses...daffodils...lilac.  Nope.  No orchid.  Sorry sweetie.”

“Thanks anyway.”

You continued to walk, quietly ghosting through the loud and boisterous crowd.

Despite feeling invisible, you could feel someone watching you - like you weren’t alone.

You wish, you though petulantly to yourself.

You looked upon the fruits and vegetables, fitting in between families of black fathers, ebony mothers and swart children.

They all seemed so happy...

Sighing, you got to the other end of the market and looked back.

For a second, it seemed like the world slowed down.

Then...

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You turned around and saw a woman.

Now she stuck out.

Her dark skin stood out against the umbrella she was holding and her black outfit was only matched by her tinted glasses.

She looked like the night itself.

Nevertheless, you spoke to her.

“Just not in the Halloween spirit,” you replied.

“Such a shame,” she commented, “New Orleans is a place of magic.  And you seem like you are in tuned with its charm.”

“Me?”  You scoffed and laughed.  “I’m not much “in tuned” with anything to tell ya’ the truth...”

“Well,” she replied, “Perhaps I can change that.”

She extended her hand to you, and in her dark manicured fingers lied a small card.

You read the mysterious writing.

‘The Udaku Family’

“The Udaku Family huh?  Since when do families have their own cards?”

“The couple I work for is a bit...unorthodox.  And they need a new cook.”

You furrowed your brow, “How did you know I was a cook?”

She smiled, “You were looking at the fruits and vegetables the most, and you seemed disgusted with the ones that looked too ripe.  Only someone who is planning to cook is concerned with such affairs.”

“Well aren’t you observant?”

“I’m trained to see what’s in front of me.”

“So...your boss is looking for a cook.  When do you want me to come?”

“Tonight,” she answered, “A black Cadillac shall pick you up.”

“But you don’t even know where I live?”

“Don’t worry.  We’ll find you.”

You briefly looked down at the card, “Look lady, I-”

She was gone.

_

You quietly looked out the window, anxiously waiting for that black car to roll up.

Was this a good idea?  Of course not.

“They were probably sex traffickers looking for an innocent young girl,” your mother had said.

Still, you were going.

Yes, this is how literally every white girl got kidnapped in all the horror movies you watched, but something pulled you towards that woman at the market today.

There was that intuition in the back of your mind...

‘Don’t go to this weird ass house.  Black folks don’t do that shit.’

And yet?  You didn’t listen to it.

Soon, a car rolled up in front of the main walkway.

A Cadillac Sixty Special maybe?

Its black coat shined as the moonlight casted a gentle shadow upon it.

You swiftly got up and exited the house, kissing your mother goodbye on the way.

The woman from earlier was in the driver’s seat.

“You made it,” she said with the same silky tone from earlier.

“Uh...yeah,” you said, clutching your pure strap, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

She smiled and nudged her head towards the back, signaling you to get in.

You swiftly obeyed and soon you were riding into the night.

_

“So...how long y’all been working for these Udakus?”  You asked as the car drove with buttery ease.

The woman in the front passanger seat answered, “For a long time.”

“Okay...”

You briefly looked out the window and asked another question.

“Do you guys always fetch chefs from their houses or...?”

The woman laughed quietly, “You are quite curious, little one.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Little one...?

“That’s an interesting accent you got there?  Where y’all from?”

The first woman gave you answer, “A place far away from here.”

You were quiet after that.

_

Your mouth dropped at the black and white house that came into view.

Even though the moon and headlights were your only source of light, you could still spot its modern quality.

“Damn,” you mumbled.

The women laughed, “We get that a lot.”

They pulled in and the three of you got out.

That feeling of attraction from earlier now increased tenfold as you got closer to the door.

The door unlocked and slowly creaked open.

Holy.  Fucking.  Shit.

“Wow,” you commented, “Nice place.”

“We do the best we can,” the first woman said.

“I love the decor.”

“Then you shall make a fine fixture here,” the other answered.

“Now remember,” the first woman turned back to you, “Our employers are a bit strange but they are kind.  Don’t let them scare you.  Take a seat and relax.  They shall be out soon.”

You looked around, “Thanks gu-”

They were gone.

You huffed and sat on the plush roundabout.

What is it with these people and disappearing?

_

You waited for what felt like hours.

Looking at your clock, you saw the time.

9:45 pm.

Huffing, you laid back and prepared to text your mom that she was right.

This was a dumb idea.

“Nice work (Y/N),” you grumbled to yourself, “You’re in a house owned by some rich ass white folks who you don’t know.  And they are clearly too rich and occupied for you.  Who do they think they are - Will and Grace?”

“Not exactly.”

You gasped and sprung up, whipping around quickly.

The woman standing there was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

She was dark-skinned, with an hourglass figure that would make any model weep.

Her bright red dress showed perfectly under the light of the chandelier.

Her hair was shaven with dark curls atop her head and her eyes...

They were red.

“You must be the chef my girls brought me,” she said, her tongue beckoning you with an African accent you couldn’t place, “I am pleased.  They chose well.”

“Oh uh...thank you.  Forgve my rambling please.  I’m usually not that rude-”

You gasped when the woman quickly pulled your extended hand to her with lightning reflexes.

“It is already forgotten,” she said, her honeyed voice filling your ears.

She held your hand an inch away from your nose and took a big sniff.

Her eyes brightened, “You have a lovely scent.”

“Um...thanks, it’s my mom’s perfume.  I wanted to make a good impression.”

She nodded and let your hand go, “Come.  It is time for your interview to start.”

“Yes ma’am.  I have my resume-”

“That won’t be necessary.  All I need is your name.”

“(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N).  And you are?”

“I am called Nakia.  My two girls who brought you here are Okoye and Ayo.”

“Those are pretty names.”

“If you manage to impress me, then you might learn where they come from.”

Nakia walked you into a large kitchen.

The cabinets were pure oak, the fridge was stainless steel and the island was marble.

She sat down, “Cook for me.”

“What do you want me to make?”

She smiled at you, “Anything you want.”

You quietly sat your purse down and got to work.

You fished out all the dished and ingredients and whipped up one of your favorite recipes.

Nakia watched you interested intent.

You boiled the rice and fried the shrimp.

You sautéed the peppers and onions to perfection before taking them and the shrimp and setting them on top of the Basmatti.

You then set the bowl in front of Nakia along with a glass of wine and handed her a fork.

“Bon appétit,” you said, standing back, “Enjoy.”

Nakia nodded and ate.

Her face was expressionless for most of the meal and when she was done, she smiled at you.

“You’re hired.”

Your eyes bugged out of your head.

“Really?!”

“Mhmm.”

“Oh ma’am thank you so much.  But...won’t hyour husband be upset that you hired me without his approval.”

“My husband is a hermet.  But despite that we are equals.  And trust me...”

Her smile widened.

“He will like you.”

____________

And that is all for now my lovelies!  Hope you stay tuned for the next part.  Please feel free to tell me if I should just delete this.  I’ve been throwing this idea around for a while now...

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Operation Miroh | Stray Kids Mafia! Au ~ Chapter 5

~Masterlist~

Chapters: 0.1, 0.2, 0.3, 0.4, 0.5, 0.6, 0.7, 0.8, 0.9

1 , 2 , 3 , 4

Mission Briefing

Location: Civilized Countryside

Weather: Clear

Date: 20XX 

Time of Day : Morning

Mission Objective: Gather info

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan

“So talk to me,” Chan stated while swinging around in his chair facing you. “What is it that you hope to find?”

“Come on, Channie~ You’re a big boy, you know what I’m trying to find,” you smirked at him.

Chan threw his head back as a groan left his lips. “So you want to find the people that poofed out of thin air.”

“Yes, but no, but kinda yea,” you shrugged.

“Nice,” Chan swung back around to his laptop, he grasped his water bottle on the desk. Popping the cap open, he took a swig of the liquid with the plastic crinkling under his hand.

“Channie~ Come with meeee, ” you begged. “Please, daddy.”

Chan choked on the liquid he was drinking. He doubled forwards as he tried to cough out the liquid, the water going everywhere.

“God damn it, now you got my laptop wet,” Chan scolded. Chan pulled on the sleeve of his sweater as he wiped away on his laptop screen and dabbed at the keyboard. Chan slumped back into his seat as he let out a loud sigh. He turned back around just to toss the almost empty bottle at you, the bottle bouncing pathetically off your forehead.

“Why are you like this?” Chan sighed. 

You giggled in response. 

”Fine,” Chan gave in. You nodded at him turning to leave. 

“Go talk to Woojin, yea? He was worried about you. I’ll meet you at the entrance...” Chan paused. “Babygirl.”

You tripped over feet, your waist banged ungracefully against the doorknob.

~~~~

You can feel your heart rapidly beating in your chest as anxiety ate through your mental thoughts. Your stomach dropped so low, it felt as if it is resting at your feet. Loud muffling sounds of your heart beating resonated throughout your ears. Your hands were clenched in front of you within your sweater paws, your blunt nails dug into your perspiring palms. 

You stood outside in the quiet hallway staring at the dull painted grey door of Woojin’s room. Many thoughts were running through your head. Thoughts of what could go wrong, Woojin’s disappointment in you, thoughts of figuring out what to say and just making up excuses of why talking to Woojin would be a bad idea. Your thoughts were interrupted as Chan passed you in the hallway. The Aussie grabbed ahold of your hand squeezing it gently in encouragement. He shook your hand lightly as he pulled away waving at you slightly with a small smile on his lips.

You sighed to yourself as you turn back towards the door. You raised your knuckles to knock gently on the door. The three small knocks you made seemed to echo loudly in your ears and your hearing once again was filled with your heartbeat. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you hear the lock become undone with a soft click. The door opened slowly to reveal Kim Woojin himself.

He had a slight bedhead and was wearing a simple silk dress shirt and some shorts. Both his knees were heavily covered in gauze and held together with simple medical tape. You can see the dabbles of red from the blood seeping through. It seems Woojin never checked in with Hyunjin for the post mission check up, or else his knees would look as smooth and supple as if the skin was never scraped off by the dirt and rocks that day. Not that you would be able to see his knees if Hyunjin did treat it, Woojin did dress professionally with long pants anyway.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word upon sight of him. The lump of your throat crawled back up as you find it difficult to keep your composure. Woojin, the always attentive one, sensed your discourse so he pulled you into his embrace as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to choke out.

He pulled back slightly with his hands resting on your waist. His face held a look of bewilderment. 

“Sorry?” he breathed out.

“I let you down, I ruined the mission for us. I know you have some pride behind your perfectly clean and executed missions,” you rambled, knowing how the Stray Kids members like to grief each other depending on how badly they fuck up their missions.

“You act as if I keep track. Things happens. Nothing is as simple as from point A to point B. You needn’t apologise, there was no way for you to have known that that man would interfere. In fact, I should be the one to apologise-”

“What? Why you?” you interrupted.

“Let me finish, you were the one who had a bullet embedded into your shoulder. All I got were scraped knees. I’m not Jisung or Jeongin or Hyunjin, there was no way for me to get up and over that wall. If only I was faster, I could’ve protected you,” his voice trailed off as he held your smaller hands within his much larger ones.

“Woojin,” you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to you. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck as he held you tightly, giving you his signature bear hug.

“Go get ‘em, cub,” Woojin whispered into your ear.

~~~~

You headed towards the entrance and lo and behold, Chan was already there typing away with his laptop.

“Why did you bring your laptop?” you snickered at him.

“Sorry sorry,” he shrugged. “Give me a sec.”

“One,”

“Ok, wise guy,” Chan seethed.

You took this opportunity to examine Chan from head to toe. His blond curls had been freed from his beanie, in fact you can’t really call them curls at the moment. It seemed to be straightened and styled with a lavender streak on his bangs.

“Why the fuck is your hair purple?”

Chan merely shrugged in response.

Chan was also donning a neon orange hoodie. You can see a plain white tee sticking out from under it. Over the hoodie, he wore a long sleeved black jacket zipped up over it with simple brown sweats and black high tops.

“You’re really wearing neon orange in a countryside?”

Chan shrugged off your response once more.

“What are you even doing?” you asked wondering why he’s still fiddling with his laptop.

“Don’t ask questions you’re not ready to hear the answer to.”

~

Chan and you were both sitting atop the hill under the shade of the tree. 

“So what do we do, Channie?” you asked leaning your head on his shoulder.

Chan was still typing away on his laptop. This man decided to bring it along.

“Why are you asking me?”

“Because...you’re the leader?” you squinted at him.

“Your mission,” he stated as a matter of fact. “You’re the one who wanted to come back.”

“...”

“What do you hope to accomplish?”

“I know we’re close to finding out where the people are disappearing to. I have a feeling there will be others that will disappear. We just need to find them.”

“Ok,” Chan stood up with his eyes still glued to his laptop screen.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to check out the bakery,” Chan merely replied.

“Why?”

“Inventory…?” Chan seemed to be at a loss of words. “I wanted to have all the nitty gritty details all jotted down.”

You groaned in frustration.

~

You were currently situated on a bench after being royally ditched by Chan. You felt as if you might as well have gone on this mission on your own. Your eyes were analyzing every passerby closely examining their face for anything out of place: a fidget, wandering eyes, people working up a cold sweat. Just anything that would arouse suspicion.

Suddenly your eyes caught sight of someone, a woman. It was a very particular woman. Everyone in this village lived in false peace with the heavy atmosphere of impending doom. Nobody knows when the government will come for them, nobody knows when the government will do another “cleansing.” Everyone was tense and not many words are exchanged. People often huddle together reveling in the small hope of strength in numbers even if they don’t converse. This woman however, was walking on her own. Not part of any wandering group, but with a small, but most definite smile plastered on her face. 

Perfect. The way you envisioned things were finally falling into motion.

You stood up from your seat as you joined a passerby group of people and proceeded to tail the woman. The woman walked tall with her chin up. She oozes confidence, but why? She walks as if she struck gold. You continued trekking forward even with the group you were in turning at the intersection.

 You continued to follow the woman. You were getting concerned how the street lessened with people the further you followed her. You were quickly losing opportunities to hide if the woman were to turn around. You prayed to yourself she wouldn’t turn arou- FUCK. You quickly slid behind a small staircase curling up into a ball hiding your small frame behind the concrete steps as the woman turned around. You carefully peeked at her through a small gap between the wood railing and the bricks of the steps. 

She stood still in the middle of the street as confusion went through her features. Poor thing, the people have developed a sixth sense of knowing when they are followed as a result of the world they are currently living in. She looked around paranoid as you ducked your head back down in case she spots you. She turned and started picking up a brisk pace. You get up quickly noticing her rapidly moving away from you. You tried to follow her with a light jog, but you knew you were screwed with all the buildings huddled up too close together with a wood fence blocking off every alleyway. You were left with no place to hide if she were to turn around.

You stopped by a convenient fruit stand and began grabbing at the fruits there trying to look as natural as possible. It was hard to blend in when there is a lack of people. You wanted to follow by rooftops but it would make you no better than the dumb squirrel, Han Jisung. Seeing as you didn’t really have a choice if you wanted to remain incognito and seeing how the woman was getting further away, you quickly scaled up the building you were at using the fruit stand as a mantle. 

You quickly followed on the rooftops keeping the woman within your line of sight. She walked with a slight skip in her step as she approached the North gate. However, something was wrong. The other escorts approached the woman. They were previously stood before some sort of cart. It looked more like a cage for animals and it didn’t look like that woman was alone. Within the cage were more people, each of them chained up. The woman acted casual, enthusiastic even. She practically walked to the men with open arms. She lifted her arms up willingly. Not from fear. Not from force, but free will. The men took no time chaining her up. You cursed under your breath as you quickly free ran over the rooftops trying to reach the North gate. 

You managed to climb up to the wall surrounding the village and made your way quickly to the top of the large gateway. You quickly jumped right off without much thought and landing on one of the men, deeply embedding your knife into his neck. The other men jumped in reaction. You shifted your weight fully onto your hind feet and left hand. You held a menacing strike pose over the body with your knife secure in your right hand. 

“Look at the little kitten putting on a show,” one of the men mocked.

The three men began to circle you with each drawing out a knife. One versus three, it wasn’t that bad of an odd, but you wished Chan was with you. You could handle three, you did single handedly take down the ‘00 line when you all were sparring (with the exception of Felix completely overtaking you) but you did take down Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jisung easily enough...that has to mean something...right? 

You held a strike pose with your knife held higher menacingly. You very quickly realized the meaning of the phrase “Be careful for what you wish for.”

“Look at what we found,” two men appeared behind you.

With the two men was Bang Chan himself held in a chokehold with a knife pressed to the soft flesh of his neck. The other man was casually looking through Chan’s laptop. Instantly, you felt your stomach drop seeing your leader at knifepoint and incapacitated.

“Sorry,” Chan merely shrugged.

He was not impressed in the slightest. His face showed total disbelief that two grunts managed to capture him. Even though a knife was pressed against his neck, Chan stood upright yet casual with both his hands in his hoodie pocket looking so done with the situation. 

“Don’t you dare make any sudden movements or pretty boy here will get cut.”

Chan merely shrugged.

“Do it then...” Chan started. “Coward.”

“Ok then wise guy,” the man released him momentarily to strike the back of Chan’s head with the grip of the knife. Chan fell forward like a ragdoll landing on flat on his face ungracefully.

“Ow,” Chan mumbled against the dirt floor. “I needed a nap anyway. I’m gonna take five. Wake me when you need me.”

Your situation just went from bad to worse. You’re technically in a one versus five situation with Bang Chan, bless his soul because this mans needed to SLEEP, passed out on the dirt path. The men quickly charged you all at once haphazardly swinging their knives. They didn’t look like they were well trained, you easily side stepped all their attacks. A side step, the knife slashing vertically downward whiffing you. A duck, you can faintly hear the whoosh of the air being displaced as the knife slashed over you. A stab, you grabbed at the wrist stopping it’s progression forward with the tip lightly grazing your black sweater as you twisted the man’s arm as you threw him over your back. You stomped your combat boot over the man’s neck feeling the spine snap under your foot. You ducked to your right as another knife came towards your face feeling the blade slicing your cheek. You cursed upon feeling the stinging pain as your fist connected with the man’s face feeling the nose shattering under your knuckles. The man doubled back and his hands flew up to his face, you see red spewing in between his fingers. You heard rapid footsteps behind you as you quickly ducked sticking out your leg backwards a bit, the man tripped over your leg and rolled over your back. As this was happening another man came up and started slashing at you. You reacted in time by jumping back but your sweater didn’t make it out unscathed. A huge slash mark now decorated your sweater’s front.

You pouted as a slight whine left your lips. Your bottom lip protrudes out abit as it quivered slightly.

“Channie~” you whine with a fake sob. “Channie, the sweater you got me got ruined.”

“You what now, mate?!” Chan bellowed out, standing up abruptly.

A man tried to rush Chan as he was getting up, but Chan very quickly put all his weight onto his hands and his leg swung around effectively roundhouse kicking the man in the face. The man dramatically spiralling as he fell towards the ground with a loud thud and a groan.

“Which one of you lads made my babygirl cry?” Chan asked with venom dripping from his words. 

The man with red spewing out of his face charged Chan, but Chan couldn’t care less as he clotheslined the guy. His fist connected with his already broken and shattered nose. Chan stomped over to you as he threw a punch to the man who slashed your sweater breaking his nose as well. He fell flat on his back as Chan stepped on his neck.

“Oi, you’re the mate who was touching my laptop,” Chan seethed as he pulled out a pistol hidden somewhere under his many layers of clothes and shooting him in between the eyes.

As that was happening, one of the guys charged you but you easily sidestepped and deeply embedded your knife into his neck twisting it slightly as you forced it to go further in. When you pulled out, blood erupted out of it like a geyser, effectively painting the dirt path. You then quickly threw your knife straight in between the eyes of the guy Chan clotheslined as he fell into a slump with Chan quickly and effectively snapping the last guy’s neck. 

Looking around you, you were surrounded by six dead bodies as a loud shriek broke you out of your trance. Chan walked up to the woman bowing slightly.

“Good day, ma’am. You don’t need to be afraid. We’re here to free you,” Chan pulled out a couple of tools hidden in his sleeves.

In addition to hacking, Chan is great at lock picking as well. He was WAYYYY better at it than you were. Then again, was there anything Chan couldn’t do? (Sleep.) 

“Free me? But these men were gonna take us to freedom,” the woman whimpered.

“Forgive me, but being chained up in an animal cage doesn’t look much like freedom,” Chan clarified.

“But it does exist. A paradise where we can rebuild and start a new life,” she continued. The people in the cart nodded in agreement. “My sister from the bakery writes to me from there. She speaks of wonderous stories.”

Chan didn’t believe them. Neither could you. More so Chan, because Chan practically knows the ins and outs of the world. He hasn’t heard of any “paradise.”

“Sorry, but your paradise is just a folly,” Chan stated bluntly as he picked at the lock of the cage. The locked fell to the ground bouncing lightly on the dirt. You quickly entered the cage and began working at all the chained prisoners. 

“How dare you,” she whispered now looking at Chan directly. “Wait, you’re-”

“Bang Christopher Chan,” he finished. “And I have never heard of your paradise.”

Her eyes widen in horror. “But, but my sister,” she breathed out frantically.

“We’ll find her,” you interjected.

Chan’s eyes snapped towards you glaring daggers at your form.

”Thank you,” she whispered nodding her head.

“Go home,” you whispered out. “All of you.”

One by one they all trinkled back towards the village.

“Channie, if we find them we may discover what this so called paradise is.”

Chan’s eyes narrowed already putting all the dots together, not liking where this talk was going.

“No,” Chan finalized sternly.

“But-”

“No buts,’” Chan snapped.

“Channie!”

“I AM NOT NEGOTIATING THIS!” Chan burst out with a prominent vein protruding out of his neck.

You felt as if your body shrunk on itself like a dog with its tail between their legs. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest in fear from never seeing Chan this angry before. Your lips tremble as your fingers gripped at the end of your sweater sleeves and you felt tears swell up in your eyes. Chan noticeably stiffen when he saw your frightened form. Chan walked forward slowly and placing his hands on your shoulders delicately as if you were as fragile as glass. He pulled your frightened form closer as he leaned his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling together.

“That day during the incident,” Chan started. “I thought I lost you. I never forgave myself. Hyunjin tried to reassure me that you were still alive. I never stopped to rest until I found you.”

You looked down, at a loss for words.

Chan sighed. “You’re a good person and I want to find those missing people too. But it’s too dangerous.”

“What we do is dangerous though,” you whispered. “But we do it for a higher cause, for the people, for those who don’t have the strength to do it themselves.”

Chan’s grip on your shoulders tightened a bit. 

“Fuck,” Chan breathed out, screwing his eyes shut.

His hands trail down your arms stopping at your hands. He held your hands softly as he rubbed circles softly onto the back of your hand.

“You’re going deep into the Lion’s Den, you know that right?”

You nodded softly.

“It’s going to be really dangerous,” Chan whispered. “You better come back to us. You better come back to me. If you don’t, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Mission Successful

 ~

You decided to talk to Woojin: Your relationship status increased.

~

Mission Briefing

Location: Civilized Countryside // --REDACTED--

Weather: Clear

Date: 20XX 

Time of Day : --REDACTED--

Mission Objective: Find out where the people disappear off to by --REDACTED--

Partner: 

~

Which Stray Kids Member do you want to bring with you for your next mission?

Kim Woojin (Light Injury// Will not be available until 2 members have gone)

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan (Will not be available until 3 members have gone)

Lee Know | Lee Minho

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

Han | Han Jisung 

Lee Felix 

Kim Seungmin

I.N | Yang Jeongin 

You’re diving into the unknown now folks, may the odds be ever in your favor.

But there is a subtle (or not) hint about what you’re going to be diving into.

Remember to refer back to the Voting Rules before you vote!

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Seventeen - Home Sweet Home

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Aria is given the opportunity to meet her real dad. Aria and JJ are both in for a pleasant surprise.

Warnings: Smut. Typos probably? 

A/N: I don’t have that much to say. I just want to thank you everyone for liking, following, and especially reblogging. Your support means so much to me when you guys share this with others, because it truly helps. That will be all, I hope you guys enjoy, and stay safe my lovies. ;) (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or any of theses characters.) 

Lover Boy Series Masterlist 

3 Months

Every bone in my body is shaking as of now. My feet would not stop tapping away as JJ drove the car. He takes notice of my nervous state. “Babe, you’re shaking so hard, the baby’s rocking.” I just chuckle nervously. “What’s up babygirl?” He asked placing a hand on my bare thigh, the warm gesture erupts butterflies in my stomach. 

“Nothing, I’m just really nervous to meet him.” I confess, referring to Jamie, my real father. Today is the day I get to meet him for the first time. We’re having dinner with him and my mom. “C’mon babe, you have nothing to worry about. He’s going to love you. He already does.” JJ attempts to reassure me. “But what if he’s disappointed in me about the pregnancy. He’s going to be a grandfather in six months, that’s got to come as a shock to him.” Despite being fully aware of who my biological father is and having many opportunities to meet him, I always kept avoiding, out of fear that he’d already disown me. 

“Aria, he is not Claude. Everyone in the cut knows he’s a nice guy. He’s tranquilo. Most easy going guy I’ve ever met. Plus, you're a spectacular woman. He’d be crazy not to love you. I know I do.” JJ gives me one of his infamous winks, making me blush. It feels just like yesterday, when we met and he was already making me weak in the knees with his flirtatious compliments. He really knows how to make a girl’s heart throb. 

I attempt to reach back and grab my purse from the backseat, but JJ stops me from doing so. “Whoa whoa. Hold your horses babygirl. I’ll get it for you.” He reaches back himself once we hit a red light. I just roll my eyes at him. “I’m pregnant. Not crippled.” JJ ignores my comment. “Exactly, which means you shouldn't be doing hard work.” My eyes roll once again as I retrieve my breath mints. I take one more in my hand, before leaning over to JJ. My fingertips skim over his warm lips, which he gladly opens up for the minty goodness, his moist tongue skims my nails. 

I giggle and peck his lips. He smiles and hums. “God, I wish we were behind closed doors. The things I’d do to you would leave you in a moaning mess.” His hot breath fanned my face. “Don’t worry lover boy, I’m gonna take good care of you.” I say seductively, my hand cups his growing bulge. He nearly melted under my forbidden touch. “Baby, you don’t have too.” It doesn't stop me from unzipping his shorts and pull down his boxers. “I want to. You're so stressed lately, with all your work, let me help you relax.” 

I take him in my hand, causing him to release a relieved sigh. All of his pent up tension and stress seemed to melt away when I wrapped my luscious lips around his tip. The taste of his pre cum invaded my taste buds immediately. His left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the other one explored my brown locks, as I took him in deeper. My pink flushed cheeks began to turn a dark crimson red. The pool of wetness began to grow in silky velvet folds. I couldn't stop my hands from slipping under my skirt and caress the sensitive bud. JJ’s breaths began to falter, his moans grew louder, and his hips bucked erratically. Tears began to escape my glossy eyes as he hit the back of my throat.

“Babe, I’m so close. I'm gonna,” But before he could finish, his sweet hot cum filled my mouth. I let it run down my throat and my proudly when my lips leave his shaft. I look up to see JJ out of breath and his cheeks dusted pink. “All better?” I asked. “Yeah. Whoa.” He huffed glancing over at me. “You didn’t cum.” He stated, voice filled with guilt. “It’s okay, really. You needed it. You're so stressed these days. I can tell you needed some kind of release.” I reassured him. He’s been working so hard lately with overtime, desperately trying to make more money. He hasn’t spent a single penny on weed, and he just ran out, making him super antsy. 

“Let me return the favor babygirl.” He insisted, before slipping his expert hand under my skirt, replacing mine. He wastes no time to work on my sensitive bud and luscious folds. I loved the way his hands always brought me satisfaction and warmth. His fingers curling inside me found my hidden spot, making bite my lip and mewl. I can practically feel myself flirting with the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into the pit of ecstasy. “JJ, I think I’m gonna cum.” I say through breathy moans. “Go ahead baby, let it go.” His words were all the motivation I needed to fall off the edge, diving into the pit of ecstasy and let the euphoria crash over me. 

JJ removes his glistening fingers that shined in the light, before taking them in his mouth, licking them clean and enjoying the taste of me. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of your sweetness when we get home.” I giggle while fixing my appearance before pulling into the driveway of the small and cute home. That’s when my nerves settled in again. 

“You’ve got this baby. I’ll be right by your side the whole time. Don’t worry.” He says before pulling me into a comforting kiss, the lingering taste of myself still lingered on his lips. “Thank you JJ. You’re my biggest cheerleader. I love you. You know that right?” My hands caressed his cheek. “I know. You make that well known when you're moaning under me.” He says making me laugh. “Alright, settle down lover boy, before it gets too steamy in here.” I exit the car not wanting to tempt myself, as I fight the urge to pounce on him again.

It felt like an eternity standing on the porch, waiting for someone to answer the door. The anticipation was piratically killing me. My life was in slow motion as the door creeped open, finally revealing the face of the man I never knew. My had been breath caught in my throat when I saw him. It was like looking in a mirror, except it was a male. All these years I resembled someone else. How did I not see this before. 

“You must be Aria.” Jamie smiled cheek to cheek as he held out his hand for me to shake, which I gladly accepted. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The two of us stepped into the warm and welcoming home. “Pleasure is all mine, and JJ you must be the boyfriend.” Jamie pulls him into a hug. “How’s life treating you Wilson? Did you get the boat fixed?” JJ asked curiously. It was nice to know that the two already knew each other and were quite friendly. I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous at the fact that JJ knew my father more than me. 

“Hey kids. You two are just in time. Dinner is ready.” My mom entered the room, apron still on. “JJ, could you please help me set the table?” Elaine asked sweetly. “Of course.” The two enter the dining room, leaving Jamie and I alone. He was the first to speak. 

“I’m really happy that you agreed to come. I’ve been waiting for yours to finally meet you and get to know you.” He confessed, tears had threatened to spill, which he unfortunately noticed. “I’m sorry if I was moving too fast or startled you with this.” He apologized. “No, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. This is all just really new to me. My life has been spiraling out of control lately.” I chuckle.

“How’s the baby?” His question made my eyes widen in surprise. “The baby is doing great. Um, I wasn’t aware you knew.” “I tried seeing you at the hospital, but clearly I arrived at a bad time. Your mother told me about the baby.” He explained. “What do you think about it?” I asked nervously. “At first I was in shock. Then I was upset,” The words made sick for a moment. “When I learned that Claude had kicked you out.” This brought me relief. “I couldn’t believe he was so cruel towards you. You didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve you either.” Memories of Claude had stormed my brain. He hasn't even bothered to call and ask if I was okay. Years of him raising me had been thrown out the window.

“I’m so sorry that I wasn't there for you growing up, and I want to make it up to you for all those years, if you would let me.” His eyes were filled with desperation. “Of course. I want to make this work, and thank you.” “For what?” He asked confused. “For accepting me.” He just smiles warmly. “Always. Now let's go eat. Your mom has whipped up something good.” 

I genuinely enjoyed getting to know Jamie over dinner. He was filled with love, warmth and humor. I could see why people liked him so much. He was an amazing storyteller, everyone at the table paid attention, full of excitement. He never failed to make me laugh.

“So how did you two meet?” Elaine motioned between Jamie and JJ. The two share a laugh. “JJ was riding his bike one day, trying to outrun some kids.” Typical JJ. “He used a ramp to jump over a fence, losing the kids. He was too busy teasing the kids, he didn't see the parked firetruck in front of him, causing him to crash into it and broke his nose.” Laughter had erupted at the table. 

“I think he was six at the time. We took him to hospital, he got to ride in the fire-truck that day. You should've seen the smile on his face. It was adorable even with all the blood dripping from his nose.” JJ smiled at the memory. “What have you been up to these days son?” Asked Jamie. “Working mostly. I’m just trying to save up money for the baby. I’m working multiple jobs now.” 

“Have you ever given any thought to becoming a firefighter?” This immediately caught my attention and JJ’s. “Would that even be possible for me?” He asked hesitant. “Yeah, you have a high school diploma. I would highly recommend you’d get associates degree program in fire science, and EMT classes. Then there’s the fire academy.” Jamie explained.

“I can’t afford to go to college. I don’t think I’d be accepted by any.” He said. “There’s always community college. It’s a lot cheaper too. I could pay for your tuition with no problem.” My mom offered. “I couldn't ask you to do that. You’ve already done so much.” JJ attempted to decline her offer. “Please, it's the least I can do. I care about you too JJ, and I want the best for you, just like my daughter. You’re family now.” I could see the shock in JJ’s eyes when he heard what she said. His heart almost melted right there. 

“I’ll need some time to think about it. Thank you.” This seemed to please my mom. JJ and I help gather the plates and silverware, clearing the table and washed the dishes. When JJ and I walked back out to the dining room, we saw my mom and Jamie putting on their coats. “Where are you guys going?” I asked curiously. 

“We have a surprise for you two. Come on.” Jamie answered and grabbed his keys. JJ and I shared a confused look, but followed them outside. I give JJ a suspicious look as he follows behind their car, going who knows where. “Are you in on this?” I raise an eyebrow. “I'm just as clueless as you are babe. I’m looking forward to see what the surprise is.” He answers excitedly. “That makes two of us.” 

We finally reach our destination, still in the cut, we pull into the driveway of this beautiful baby blue two story home. There was a small, yet cute front yard and trees surrounding the land, giving the home some privacy. We exit the car and meet up with Elaine and Jamie who were wait on the front porch. “Mom, you bought a new house for yourself?” I asked admiring the interior, which was painted a nice creme color. 

“Nope. I just moved in with Jamie.” She answered with a gleaming smile. “So, whose house is it?” I asked confused. “It’s your guy’s” She tossed the keys into the air, which JJ caught flawlessly. Words couldn't even express the exhilaration coursing through our bodies. The two of us stand there in surprise. “Are you serious right now?” I asked, not believing any of this was true. I have to be dreaming right now. 

“100%. It’s all yours. It’s a four bedroom and three bathroom home. If you go outback, you’ll see that you're right next to the marsh. This house isn’t too far from John B’s.” My mom explained. “Mom, I don’t know what to say. This is amazing! Oh my gosh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I exclaim cheerfully, hugging her. JJ was still in pure shock. 

“You’re welcome love. Jamie and I wanted you guys to have a nice home for you and the baby somewhere on the cut, close to us and your friends.” It took everything in me not to burst out in tears right there. “C’mon, we want to give you a tour of the house.” She nudged me. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a second. I want have a word with Jamie.” I said. “Of course. JJ?” The two left the room and gave us some space. “What’s up kiddo?” Asked Jamie. I decided to answer with a tight warm hug instead of words. His body had stiffened out of surprise, before relaxing and returning the hug. The hug felt right and comforting. Nothing like the cold hugs that rarely gotten from Claude growing up. This felt right. These were the fatherly arms that were supposed to hold and comfort me. A smile and happy tears decorate my face. 

“Thank you Dad.” 

[seouledbysisi]

Something New

chapter thirteen

Jaehyun

He grabbed his keyboard and began to play the chords to a Boyz II Men song. He loved their music and at the moment his mind was completely and exhausted my focused on Sasha. He just couldn’t shake that maybe things wouldn’t work. He was all in still but he knew distance was hard and it was even harder when you’re on different time scales. It was an entire different day for him. It was hard to find time to communicate because of the time difference and even when he’d get the urge to call her, because he missed the hell out of her, and it was way too early she wouldn’t fuss. What had he done to deserve someone as perfect as her? He just prayed, to the only God he had faith in would listen, and not allow this distance to tear them apart.

He began to sing the words to “End of the Road”. The song defined exactly how he felt about his Sasha. He had never felt that way about any woman but somehow singing helped him cope with the fact that he was lonely without her.

His mom knocked on his room door. “I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to check in on you.” She sighed with a slight smile.

His fingers continued to hit the keys on the keyboard. He stared at her for a moment and then let his gaze drift beyond her, never saying a word.

“Jeffrey, please talk to me.” She said softly, her heart was breaking for her son. This move was tough on him. Although she knew that he really liked Sasha somehow she didn’t notice just how much. Her baby was in love and every move he made proved it.

He exhaled loudly as he cut his playing. “What do you want me to say?”

“How you feel.” She smiled as she took a seat on his bed.

He shrugged. He wanted to express how he felt but then he’d feel terrible for not being understanding enough of his mother’s feelings too. “It’s not worth the battle.” He voiced under his breath.

She placed her hand on his shoulder gently. “I know you resent us leaving, I think you’ll feel better if you talk about it though.”

“I feel selfish though. I wanted to stay for my own personal reasons. I hate that we had to leave. I hate that you married a man that you knew beforehand was terrible. I hate that you allowed yourself to be in that situation. I hate that y’all sent me away simply for having feelings about my father being the douche that he will always be. My life is a train wreck, all of our lives are but the one thing that wasn’t screwed up is Sasha and look at that now.” His eyes welled with tears.

He hated that he was so emotional. He began playing again.

“Stop it! Just stop, Jeffrey!” His mom began to break as well. “I’m sorry that your life hasn’t been the best for you. I’m trying to make it up for you now. I don’t want you to continue in turmoil baby. I haven’t made this easy for you, nor had your father and I’m sorry for all the mistakes we made in raising all of you but all I can do is be better now.”

He laid his head on his mother and completely allowed himself to drown in his emotions. Maybe that’s what he had needed because he felt a bit lighter. His heart wasn’t as heavy. His mind wasn’t as stressed.

“Mom, I just want to see her but I know I can’t. Prom is this weekend and I hate myself for missing it, and I fear she won’t go without me. She shouldn’t have to miss prom because of me.”

His mom rubbed his shoulders and allowed him his moment to be vulnerable. That was a side that he didn’t show often at all.

Ivy & Sasha

“Close your eyes!” Ivy fussed at Sasha as she attempted to do her eye makeup, Ivy was a makeup queen.

Sasha sighed. “I don’t even know why I’m even going.” She complained.

Ivy popped her hand as she reached for one of her curls. “You are not ruining my masterpiece. Sit still and be patient.”

Sasha rolled her eyes and then her phone pinged.

Jaehyun.

She smiled and opened the text. It was a video of him sitting in front of a keyboard.

Ivy raised an eyebrow. “He can play the piano?”

Sasha shrugged. “I sure hope so since he’s sitting in front of one. Ive never heard him play.”

Ivy read the message under the video out loud. I hate that I have to miss your beauty on this special night, please forgive me for being the worst boyfriend ever. I hope this makes up for it somehow.

Sasha held her heart as she clicked on the video and listened to the words of the song. It touched her in so many different ways. Tears welled up in her eyes. She stared at the video. He looked beautiful but she could see in his eyes that he was sad. In a strange way it gave her comfort that maybe he was having it just as hard as she was.

“Let’s get dressed, Sasha.” She told her softly. She had watched her replay the video at least four times already and she understood that her friend needed this moment but time was winding down and Johnny would be arriving to pick them up in an hour.

Sasha sighed and stared into blank space. “Can’t I just stay here and watch this video all night?”

“No, that’s not healthy. You need to be at your last ever prom with all of us!”

Sasha stood and tossed her phone to the side. “I never told you but Taeyong asked me to be his date..”

Ivy swung around and stared at her with furious eyes. “Why does he continue to bother you? He knows you’re in a relationship so now that Jae isn’t physically here he thinks it’s okay to disrespect him?”

Sasha shrugged. “It’s Taeyong. What can you expect? He sent it through a text anyway so I didn’t really take it seriously.”

Ivy rolled her eyes. “He irritates my soul!”

They began to get dressed. Sasha stared at the dress on Ivy. She looked gorgeous. Better than she ever would, but she always looked better so that wasn’t a surprise. She just didn’t compare to Ivy and at this point she wasn’t even trying. God gave everyone special attributes and beauty was definitely Ivy’s strong point.

Ivy

Sasha

Johnny

Johnny walked up Sasha’s driveway so he could formally pick his dates up. He rung the doorbell and waited for an answer.

Sasha’s mom opened the door and immediately pulled him into a hug. It seemed everyone loved Johnny. “I haven’t seen you in forever, you look taller.” She stared at him for a moment in shock.

“I’m pretty sure I’m still 6’ ft even.” He chuckled and hugged her back.

She shook her head. “The nurse in me says that’s gotta be a lie.”

The girls stepped into the hallway. Sasha stepped out onto the porch first. She wanted to save his real prize for last.

“You look beautiful, Sasha. I’m glad Jaehyun gave me the honor of courting you tonight.” He smiled and pulled her into a side hug.

She gave him a small smile. “Wait till you see the real showstopper.”

A few moments later Ivy’s heels clicked down the hallway to the front door.

Johnny’s eyes nearly bulged out. “You look breathtaking.” He whispered.

She began to blush a bit. “I try.”

He kissed her forehead. “I feel like the big man on campus with two beautiful dates!” He popped the collar on his suit jacket.

He grabbed both of their hands and lead them to his truck.

Brianne

Brianne stared at herself in the living full length mirror. She never imagined that she would look this beautiful on a night like this.

She couldn’t help but feel a slight sting to her heart as she thought about the fact that her mom would miss this chance to see her on a special night like this. Her mother had left two years ago and she hadn’t heard from her since. Her father tried to convince her that she only left because of their problems as husband and wife but if that have been the case why did her mother never contact her anymore? She left both of them for whatever reason and she had come to terms with it. She had no other choice but to.

Her father’s rejection appeared in the mirror behind her. “You look beautiful, Eskimo.” He had called her that since she was a young girl because she always complained about being cold. “Stop looking sad, this is a special night for you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that I’m sad?”

Her father was a psychologist so he had discernment when it came to things of this nature. She couldn’t hide her emotions from him no matter how hard she tried. “I’ve seen that look all too many times. Look, she made her decision to leave so it’s her loss. Don’t let it ruin your night.” He kissed her cheek with a small smile.

The doorbell rang.

She took a deep breath. “I guess it’s about that time.” She smoothed her gown down.

Her father opened the door and gave Taeil a stern look.

Taeil was scared as ever. His fingers were tingling. “I’m Taeil, nice to meet-“

“I know exactly who you are! You will treat her with utmost respect for the entire night, understand?” He cut him off mid-sentence.

Taeil nodded. “Yessir! I always treat her with respect, she deserves the best. I’m nowhere near perfect but I try to give my all for her.”

Her father shook his head, “you won’t try! You will do!”

Taeil didn’t bother to say a word. It wouldn’t have mattered. He simply nodded.

Brianne eyed her father’s tough guy act. It was almost funny because he was the softest guy she’d ever known, he just needed to prove a point. He wouldn’t hurt a fly honestly.

“And keep your dick in your pants! I’ve been a teen before so I know what teenage boys want on prom night! You’re not getting it from my daughter.” He eyes Taeil.

Taeil’s eyes widened. “Yessir! I swear it wasn’t on my mind.” He was being honest.

Her father simply stared at him. “Have fun, babygirl.” He kissed her forehead and watched them leave arm in arm. He wasn’t a mean guy but he had to show Taeil who the boss still was. This was his only daughter.

Prom

They had been at the prom for a little over an hour. The DJ actually was decent and everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives.

Sasha danced with Johnny and Ivy and everything seemed pretty right. The only thing which would make it better was Jaehyun being there. Honestly it wasn’t just Sasha who was missing out. This was meant to be his senior prom as well. Sure he went to a new school now and he could go to there’s but it wouldn’t be the same.

A slow song came on and Taeil grabbed Brianne’s hand and pulled her close to him as he swayed her to the music. “You look amazing tonight. I’m glad you gave me the honor of coming with me.”

He was maybe only a couple of inches taller than her but with her heels she stood a bit over him. “I’m just glad you’re with me. You’re my first real boyfriend and it sucks that this didn’t happen till now but I guess we better make the best out of it.” She didn’t know what the future held for them so she was soaking up every good moment with him while she could.

Sasha stepped back. “I’m going to let y’all have this moment.” She smiled.

Johnny grabbed her hand and pulled her back. “You can’t just leave us hanging. We’re a threesome!”

Sasha sighed. “Y’all deserve this moment together.”

Ivy shook her head with a smile. “We all deserve this moment. Now come on and dance with us!”

She danced with them for half of the song and then she slowly removed herself. They deserved at least one moment together alone. Everyone had been tip toeing around her feelings so much lately so now it was time for her to give them something back. This was all of their prom and they deserved for it to be every bit of perfect and special regardless of her.

She took a walk outside and sat under the gazebo outside of the venue.

The night air rustled through her curls but it felt good. She needed this moment alone so she could collect her thoughts and get her emotions together.

After a while she heard footsteps approaching. Multiple footsteps. She didn’t bother to turn around, she figured it was Johnny and Ivy coming to take her back inside with them.

“I’m okay guys, please go back in and have fun. Prom is almost over!” She spoke with her back turned.

Jaehyun chuckled.

Sasha’s breathing hitched in her throat. She knew that laugh from anywhere. She wondered was she imagining things. This had to be a daydream.

“Am I too late?” He spoke as he stood waiting on her to turn around and acknowledge his presence. He had a beautiful bouquet of flowers in hand.

She whipped herself around and found him staring at her with a huge smile. He looked amazing. All she wanted to do was jump in his arms but her feet wouldn’t move. The others stood behind him watching in awe.

-stay tuned