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Rock & A Hard Place (pt.6)

Title:  Rock & A Hard Place (pt.6)

Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus

Summary: It takes a lot to open up to the men in your life, but entrusting them with your virginity is a step that takes your relationship to the next level.  

Series Warnings: Virgin!Reader, polyamorous relationship, slight angst, anxiety, loss of virginity, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, fluff.

Word Count: 485

A/N: Ha, second week in a row I fucked up and forgot to post on Monday. Sorry guys, I’ll set alarms from now on lol. Drabble series based on the reader losing her virginity to her boyfriends, JDM and Norman Reedus. This is not only the guys x reader but it’s also JDM x Normy, too.(Nicknames for the guys include: Jeff, Jeffy, Jeffrey, Norman, Normy, Bubba.) Betad by the ever amazing @kittenofdoomage​​​​ and @samsexualdeancurious​​​​ ❤️❤️

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Letting his body lurch forward, his hands caught his weight, rooted on either side of your head as he dropped his lips to press against yours. Your tongue swiped against his while you pumped him, his hips dipping down to let his cock rest against your sex. 

The contact was unexpected, setting your heart racing at the all-too-realness of the situation. Before you could get a hold of yourself, tears threatened to spill from your eyes, your chest heaving and hand stopping its prior motions. 

“Hey, hey,” Jeff cooed, “Y/n? Baby, we don’t have to do any of this if you’re not ready. I promise you, you’re worth the wait and the last fuckin’ thing I wanna do is pressure you into anything you’re not ready for.” 

Hand tucking your hair behind your ear, your glassy eyes met his. “Jeff, I’ll never be ready.” 

You gritted out your words, forcing a deep breath into your lungs before continuing. “I- God, I love you so much-” you reached out to grip onto his shoulders and arms, near desperate- “love both of you, and it kills me to not be able to show you. Every minute of every day I have this...this thing stopping me, and it just holds me back from being as open with you guys as you are with me. It kills me to not be able to love you how I want to love you- how I need to...how I do.” 

Tears blurred your vision of Jeffrey, but you sucked in a breath and said, “There’s never gonna be a perfect time. I just- I just need to do it. I need to do this because I want to do this.”

Jeff stared you down for a long moment, eyes swimming with what you could only make out to be sympathy. “If this is what you need, sweetheart-”

“It is,” you half-whimpered, shaking in his arms as he leaned in to kiss you and calm you as much as he could. 

Reaching down, you pulled his hips closer, your fingers digging into his skin urging him to move. He nodded against your forehead and rocked his hips, slowly letting his length drag through your lips, the weight of his skin against yours making you wriggle in anticipation. 

Though you’d already cum on his fingers, Jeff shifted his weight off you for a moment to reach for the lube in the bedside dresser, the substance slicking his fingers when he rubbed them together and placed his hand between your legs to make sure you were prepped for him. 

Nudging your legs open a bit further, Jeffrey pulled your hips close to his, slotting his thighs beneath yours and stroking his length with the leftover lube before lining himself up at your entrance. 

Jeff claimed your trembling lips with his own before pulling back to look into your eyes. 

“Here we go.”

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The Chronicles of the Dark One:  The Dark Curse

Chapter 173:  True Love’s Kiss

It was good that she was gone. It was good. It was good for him. It was good for her. It was good that she was gone.

He repeated that fact over and over to himself all evening, while he'd watched her go, while he'd tried to work, and long after he'd given up. It was good she was gone; if he thought it enough, it was possible that he might finally believe it and rejoice in it.

But the truth was he'd been sulking ever since he watched her small form walk down the long road to the gate and disappear behind the tall wooden door. He tried to believe that his sorrow too was a good thing. The sulking was what told him that he'd done the right thing by setting her free and sending her away. Now that she was gone, a thing of the past, he didn't fight the things he thought, he didn't try and distract himself, he just let himself feel it—the truth.

The truth was he had felt something for her. But the last time that had happened, the last time he let himself feel anything for anyone besides Bae, it had turned out to be nothing but an unnecessary distraction, one that filled his head with daydreams and thoughts that never had any chance of coming true in his life. When he'd finally woken up from that nightmare in disguise, he'd been left heartbroken and thrown himself into his work. Baelfire. It was all he thought about day and night, all he cared about, the only thought he needed to propel him forward.

So what if the castle suddenly seemed empty? So what if it seemed quiet and lonely? Wasn't that the way that he liked it? Didn't he prefer to be alone in his solitude? What had she done for him anyway beside give him a bit more time to work because she'd fixed meals, which had turned out to be delicious after a few weeks with him? Or leave him so much time he could spend it at the wheel with company, which was nice but certainly not necessary. She'd made him laugh, she'd made the castle a home, lightened it in a way, brightened it. But what was all that really worth in the long run?

Happiness. She'd made him happy. She'd made this eternity of waiting into something tolerable, perhaps even a little enjoyable. But with his son out there missing in the world, that was precisely the problem.

She was dangerous. He knew it. And so did the monster within him. It was probably why, even with her gone, he couldn't get his work done. Why he was still sulking and feeling guilty for still sulking. He should be working on a potion, not standing at this window, practically willing that wooden door to open again. He shouldn't have made her freedom sound like an option. The option, the possibility, the smallest of chances that she might come back was what was making it unbearable! He should have just told her to leave and never come back! He shouldn't be hoping that she would come back, but a small part of him was still hoping she would. A small part? Maybe it was a big part.

No, she wouldn't. She wouldn't come back. Whatever it was that had happened between them, whatever it was that he'd felt stirring for her, it hadn't been mutual. She was a girl. An ignorant, gullible girl next to a man of his age. He'd heard hundreds of tales of young men and women with dreams precisely like hers. They never actually accomplished what they started; he'd seen that first hand as well! It was just a feeling! A desperate lonely feeling he'd had, something that had budded from her tempting beauty and well-honed intellect.

So why did he find a small voice within him arguing with that of the beast? A voice that was neither Seer nor Dark One. Why was it whenever the beast reminded him that she was nothing but an ignorant girl did he correct it and say she was a beautiful, funny, and intelligent woman? Why had he found himself believing that she was capable of accomplishing her dreams and more? Why had he found himself wanting her to accomplish those dreams?! Because of the truth.

The truth wasn't just that he felt something for her, it was so much more than that. The truth was that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever encountered because her beauty was far more than skin deep. The truth was that while all he'd ever heard of King Maurice's daughter was that she was a beauty, she was actually the most radiant of lights because what the people didn't see was that she was just as beautiful on the inside as the outside and maybe even more. Certainly more! To say she was beautiful inside was to say she was kind, but she was more than just beautiful and kind. In her time with him, she'd proved to be witty and charming, sarcastic and loyal, infuriatingly stubborn to a fault. And brave. Possibly the bravest individual he'd ever known in his long life. And she was beautiful. She was smart, both wise and intelligent a rare and exquisite combination. The truth was that he'd found a match in her the likes of which he'd never experienced before and probably never would again. That was the truth.

And that was why he knew she'd never come back. She was gone. But he knew enough to know that he'd carry her memory with him forever, that was the impact she'd had on him, the entire reason he'd dismissed her.

He'd felt something. He'd acknowledged that, taken care of the problem, and now it was time to set his sights back on Baelfire again. It was time to sit down and move on.

And yet he couldn't. He kept his watch by the window of his tower, staring down at those gates, willing them to open just as he had all afternoon and evening. He could fool himself, pretend that she was walking along the road, coming back to him. She'd walk right through the doors and stay forever, but the figure he saw on that road was only in his mind's eye, he knew when he blinked she'd…vanish?

But she didn't. He stared down the road in amazement and wonder, blinked again, and realized that with every step the figure he saw drew closer to the castle. And…

He'd be damned. That was straw in her basket.

It was her, walking down the long road, perfectly free, and yet still baring the weight of the straw she'd collected for him. He felt himself smirk as the thoughts of the beast were suddenly drowned out by his own, very human, very male thoughts.

When she cast her gaze up upon the tower, he turned away and ran. He couldn't just stand there! He could let her know how he'd been pining for her all this time that she was gone! It was silly and clumsy, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt either of those feelings, but suddenly he found himself feeling both! Somehow he was back down in their room, the fire by her chair automatically heating for her as he sat by his wheel pretending as though nothing had happened.

He didn't want her to know he'd been waiting for her. Why? Why didn't he want her to know? Wasn't he passed embarrassment in his life? Wasn't he passed…

His heart hammered as he heard the door to the castle open and close! Wasn't he passed getting nervous by a simple girl?! Woman! A beautiful, sensitive, intelligent woman.

The moment she strode into the room, and he turned to look at her, he realized he wasn't passed anything. And as long as she was under his roof he never would be. Clearly, nerves and feeling weren't as beneath him as he'd convinced himself.

He'd let her go and she'd come back. Everything had changed.

She was gorgeous in this light. The fire, her muscles straining with her burden, and…was that a blush he saw? Why did she have to be so beautiful? Wasn't it enough that she was intelligent? Why did she have to be so tempting? Why did he have to make that particular gown with those curves, and cuts? Why had he made it so revealing?!

When she glanced up to meet his eyes, his response was jarring. He had to say something! Do something to distract her, to distract himself! He remembered he wasn't supposed to be waiting on her, looking at her. He was supposed to want her gone! So why did he feel only more and more excited with every step she took.

"Oh, you're back already! Good! Good thing!" he piqued, his voice involuntarily going up a few octaves more than he'd meant to. That had nothing to do with his crafted persona, and everything to do with the pounding in his heart. He turned away and back to the wheel, with any luck, she'd go back to read and it would just be an ordinary night. "I'm, uh…I'm nearly out of straw," he swallowed nervously again.

How was it she had the power to take a centuries old cursed Dark One and make him just as nervous as an average fourteen-year-old boy?!

"Mmm," she responded, hurrying over to him and setting the basket down on the platform. "Come on…you're happy I'm back!" she smiled, meeting his gaze through the wheel.

She knew?! She knew. No! She couldn't know, how could she? She was a highly perceptive woman. A danger! Beautiful and smart. It was her that was in danger. He really did need to find a way to get rid of her, to cast her out, to make sure she didn't distract him again! But not tonight. What was the harm in her presence for one more night? He wasn't exactly happy she was back. He was ecstatic. But she didn't need to know that.

"I am not unhappy," he found himself admitting before thinking that it was the worst thing he'd ever said. He may as well have just said he'd been hoping she'd return. And…no, there was no mistaking it now, she was blushing, a beautiful rose color that complimented her smile perfectly.

Oh, she needed to sit down. Now! She needed to go find her book, sit at that fire, and let him think of another way to get rid of her now! But the woman didn't make a move for the dungeons, or even for her room, she stepped around the wheel for the first time that he could remember. He tried to spin, to focus, but the second he felt her hands on his shoulders, her breath on his neck, and her eyes on him, he knew it was no use. He couldn't focus if he'd tried, not with her heart humming the way it was. Her heart...why was it racing like that?

"And, uh, you promised me a story," she whispered behind him.

He glanced up at her. "Did I?"

Had he? He couldn't remember. His brain wasn't moving as fast as it normally was in this place. Her distinct scent, the smell of roses and fire and lemons, was overwhelming the grain and wood.

She made a sound that confirmed he had made her that deal, then reached down and boldly plucked the string he held from his hands. She made herself comfortable next to him, too close, perhaps. She sorted her skirts around her, and he wondered how he'd never known a human body could fit there so perfectly before. Then, before he could move or step out of the space and away from her, she did the unthinkable. She reached forward and put her hand against his leg. Delicate, beautiful, slightly shaking itself. And intimate. It was such an intimate place to touch another person.

What was happening here? Why was he nervous? Why was she so nervous, too? Why was she still here when he'd released her?

She sighed suddenly, and shook her head, her hand steadying. "Tell me about your son."

His stomach dropped. The words were sobering, or would have been if they didn't make him so uncomfortable. That was the story he'd promised her. He remembered now. If she returned from town, he would tell her about himself. He'd made a mistake. He'd made that mistake before, but he knew this wouldn't be one. He could tell her, she'd understand, he just knew she would! He wanted to tell her, just like he had for the longest time, however, he just couldn't put the necessary words together. But they'd had a deal…

"I…" he tapped his fingers together, suddenly feeling nervous under her gaze. Could she read his mind? See his thoughts? Know the loophole he was about to exploit and see through it? Was this what other people felt like around him? "I lost him," he repeated, no more and no less than everything he'd let slip to her about Baelfire so far. Yet she expected him to go on, he could see it in her eyes. "There's nothing more to tell really…"

He held his breath, wondering if she'd question further, if he'd let down his guard and answer further before he had time to think about it, if he'd regret it this time as much as he'd regretted it with others.

"And since then," she went on, the grip she had on his leg tightening dangerously, "you've loved no one, and no one has loved you." Her eyes bore into him, seeing, he was sure, more than he was revealing. Love. Why had she mentioned love? Did she know that he cared for her? Did she know that when she was around he felt again?! Did she feel the same?

Despite the desperate cries of the monster within him, he found himself leaning forward, closer to her. He felt his heart flutter, his stomach twist, as he stared into her eyes trying to find the answer, trying to see it before she could, before he could even ask the question. But the answer that he continued to come with didn't make sense. She hadn't come back for him, she didn't feel it too. Did she?

"Why did you come back?" he asked, his voice no more a serious whisper between the two of them.

"I wasn't going to," she whispered back, looking him over. "But, then…something changed my mind."

Something changed her mind? What changed her mind? Why had it changed?

He had a million and one questions, but suddenly the world seemed to slow around them as she moved closer, so close he could feel her breath upon his cheek and yet…she wasn't close enough!

Before his mind could form a coherent thought, his eyes closed, and he moved forward to let her do what he'd wanted to for months now.

They kissed.

She pressed her mouth against his. He pressed back.

And it felt indescribable. It was just a kiss, just her lips brushing against his own. But it was unlike anything he'd ever experience. Less abrasive than Cora's, more meaningful than Milah's, and enough to make him forget every reason, every thought, every shout of the monster that he had to stop. A pure, genuine, heartfelt kiss. And that was when he realized he was kissing her back. He'd never felt like he was melting before, but he felt that way now. He felt dizzy, his throat dry, his palms sweaty. He felt more human than he'd felt in a long time. Since before Bae left.

It was as better than he'd imagined it would be. It made him feel settled in a way that he hadn't expected, in a way he wanted more of. The moment they'd pulled away from each other, his hands sought her waist, needing the connection with her. He wanted to kiss her again, to hold her close as he'd dreamed about, and descend into euphoria with her shamelessly. He didn't want to be apart from her for the rest of his life.

"Oh, what's happening to me," he muttered, astounded at all the feelings and sensations working their way from his mouth through his body.

Her hands were at his neck, against his cheeks, intimately brushing away hair, as he opened his eyes and struggled to find her face. Why did the room seem duller next to her all the sudden? Why was he struggling to see in the dark next to her radiant light?

"Kiss me again," she demanded, "It's working!"

"What?" Working? What was working? Why did he care what was working so long as he could kiss her again?! "What is?"

Her face came into focus, and he was aware of the brilliant smile bursting across her face and staring him down. She was beautiful and radiant! Oh, maybe it was love he'd felt all this time. How could he have been expected to recognize something he'd never felt before for another woman.

"Any curse," she muttered happily, "can be broken."

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1) Name: Cosima

2) Nickname: Cosi, Anzu, Pengu

3) Zodiac: Libra

4) Height: 173 cm (~5'7" I think?)

5) Languages: German, English, a bit Spanish, even tinier bit French and just a hint of Japanese

6) Nationality: German

7) Favorite season: Hard one...Every one got their cons and pros...But spring or autumn maybe?

8) Favorite flower: Too many

9) Favorite scent: Petrichor, fresh laundry, flowers, vanilla, freshly baked sweets,...

10) Favorite colors: wine/bordeaux red, purple(all shades), pastel colors, -...I actually think that all colors are pretty (the reason why I have a rainbow in my hair)

11) Favorite animal: Wolves, Dogs, Foxes, Ravens, Dragons, - Too many

12) Favorite fictional character: Wakamatsu Kousuke, Yamazaki Hiroshi (Kuroko no Basuke); Ranmaru Kurosaki, Hyuga Yamato (Uta no Prince-sama); Hawks (Boku no Hero Academia)

13) Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Hot chocolate °^°

14) Average sleep: 7-10 (if I can sleep as much as I want)

15) Dogs or cats: Dogs, I grew up with them and even tho I like cats I feel like a friendly dog when I'm with them (I am happy and don't understand their body language, but I'm getting better :D)

16) Number of blankets: 2, one is fluffy and soft

17) Dream trip: Japan, Ireland, Canada, Iceland,...There are so many places I want to visit ;;

18) Blog etablished: No clue (Okay apparently since the 9. August 2015...O.O)

19) Followers: 141 (thank you guys;;)

20) Random Fact: I'm the 5th from 6 children and got 5 nephews?

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1) Favorite game: I honestly don't know...Halo 3, Pokémon Y or Animal Crossing maybe?

2) Favorite food: Pizza, strawberries, instant noodles and smt with cheese?

3) Relationship status: Single (but I'm pan)

4) Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

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19. When I Kissed the Teacher. Darcy/Matt Murdock

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Darcy does not have a crush.

As a twenty-five-year-old grad student in one of the most prestiged sociology programs in the East Coast, she knows that crushes are an asinine, juvenile illusion reserved for children and idiots.

And, yes, she does feel like a pretentious jackass thinking all that.

But the fact of the matter is that Darcy is, for all intents and purposes (which is a phrase she’s become all too familiar with the last few months), an adult.  And in spite of how nice Matt Murdock, law and sociology professor extraordinaire, smells every time he walks past her table and raps his knuckles just a few inches from her binder, he, too, is an adult.  An adult who is attractive and kind and funny and whom she absolutely does not have a crush on.

It all started with a bagel.  Just an innocent, delicious, everything bagel smothered in lite whipped cream cheese that sat on the edge of Darcy’s possessions, that she had been saving for her perpetually late roommate Trish.

Now, Darcy’s not the type of girl to show up twenty minutes early to class, sit and study as the rest of the students inevitably flood in, and listen with perked up ears as lecture goes on.  But for Matt Murdock, she likes to show up about ten minutes till class starts with Starbucks in tow, shift between Twitter and her notes until class starts, and take studious enough notes to get her through each exam.

And though, on that fateful second day of class, she knew Trish had been working late the previous night and she wanted to be a good roommate for once, when handsome professor Matt Murdock did his usual lap past her table.  His nostrils flared when he caught the scent of the bagel, and he paused in front of her to smile and make a joke about food in the classroom.

That was when Darcy decided to try and crack a joke back, flinging her arms around like a madman, and tossed the bagel onto handsome Matt Murdock and his incredibly expensive-looking suit.

An awful way for a not-crush to begin, but Darcy Lewis doesn’t know how to do normal.

Now, it’s not that Matt’s blind that he doesn’t care about the suit.  No, even if he could see the little shreds of cream that coated the damn thing, he wouldn’t care.  Because he’s just that nice.

Trish will call her a kiss-ass for doing it, but the final class before the exam, Darcy wraps up a new suit - nothing fancy, no Armani or Prada - and places it carefully in front of her laptop.  She checks her phone for the time; he should be coming in any minute now.  Any minute…

“Morning, Darcy.”  One hand loosely holding a cane and the other wrapped around a travel mug of hot coffee, he arrives fashionably early, and loads his messenger bag onto the front desk.  “You feeling pretty set for the exam?”

“I think so.”  Her voice comes out higher than she means it to.  She also forgets to ask him how he knew it was her, but assumes it has to have something to do with the perfume she always wears, or some other obscure thing that he’s impeccably observant about.  “You feeling all set for summer break?”

He pops open the latch to his messenger bag and ruffles around inside while he answers.  “Won’t be too much of a break.  I think I’m going back to full-time lawyering for a bit.”

“No more teaching, then, huh?”  She plucks up the courage to stand, and to press the small package onto the desk in front of him.  “You’ll be missed around here.”

“You will, too.”  From within the bag he procures a small plastic box.  “I, uh…got you a graduation gift, actually.”

“I guess I got you one, too.”  Their hands brush in the exchange; Darcy swears her heart’s beating out of her chest like a Looney Tune.  “Thanks, Matt, this is really…”

“Open it.”  He smiles, his finger dancing along the little pink ribbon she’d tied around his gift.

She pops the lid open and can’t help the easy laugh that leaves her mouth.  A small silver pendant in the shape of a bagel dangles from the thin chain.  When she looks closely, she sees her initials stamped into the bagel.

“This is awesome, Matt…thank you so much.”  Throwing caution to the wind, Darcy wraps her arm around him, holding him long enough to inhale the delicious smell of fresh linens and something like vanilla.  He’s got on his sheepish smile when she finally lets go.

“I hope it’s not too inappropriate.”

“Just inappropriate enough.”  She nudges the gift in his hands.  “You should open yours.  Not nearly as cool or personal as this, but hopefully I got it right.”  Darcy’s breath catches as he rips into the wrapping paper, and again when he traces the seams of the suit with his fingertips.  “I know literally nothing about men’s clothes, so I just asked the lady there to help me out…I hope it all fits.”

“You didn’t have to do this, Darcy…” he trails off, but his voice is not regretful.  On the contrary, he sounds like he’s waiting.  For her to fill in the blanks, or for her to say something that doesn’t sound like verbal diarrhea.

“I wanted to.”  And because she’s already said fuck-all to the universe and what is and isn’t appropriate for student-teacher behavior, she leans toward him and presses a mostly chaste kiss to his cheek.  “And I’m sorry if that’s too inappropriate, too.”

He makes a face that can only be described as a smirk, one that would feasibly melt her panties directly off her if they weren’t in public at the moment.

“Don’t be.”

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Fairies took their full moon events seriously, and if you asked Marlin, that was an understatement.

He used to live for those events back in Korea, but he hadn’t been much into them since arriving in this Hollow. He took to some as a child because he thought maybe the rest of the Hollow would get used to Nemo’s wing if they saw it out and about; of course, also so Nemo could learn English by socializing at them. They never felt the same as they did back home.

Nothing even came close to how it felt back home. Even when he cooked Korean food, he couldn’t help feeling like it would taste that much better if he cooked it in Korea, as if that really mattered.

He still didn’t look forward to them like he would back then, but at his therapist’s and the listening-talent’s behest, he’d been attending them. Marlin was pleased to report to them that he did not regret going. Usually he stopped short of saying he had a great time, but ‘more than good’ would be accurate.

(He told his son he had a great time, lest Nemo worry that ‘more than good’ meant ‘miserable.’ It was only a matter of time before that was true anyway, so what’s the harm in saying it was true now?)

September’s moon festival, the Harvest Moon, was one of the biggest and though the full moon was still weeks away, it was full steam ahead in the Hollow to prepare for this one. What better way, Marlin thought, to encourage along fully enjoying these events again than to be invested in preparing for one of the most important ones?

So volunteer he did! 

Only a couple fairies (in a friendly way, he told himself, because it was probably true) joked that it was surprising for him. He only smiled in response.

When he says it was a relief to spot Sled in the group of volunteers setting up the stage for performances, he means like a camel about to get his first water in days. Contrary to popular belief, he did enjoy social interaction...spotting Sled meant he’d get to talk to someone!

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here today,” he said. “I thought you’d be working. Lucky that you had time free. Ah, to help.”

Saying ‘you’re really my only friend here today’ sounded depressing, so he decided he wasn’t going to say that.

8 notes • Posted 2021-09-03 02:01:06 GMT

#4

Money, Money, Money || Mu Jun

@moon-yeongjun​

Mu-yeol’s son was cast as a main character in the summer musical and a normal father would be thrilled, period. Thrilled. Period. Period. But Mu-yeol was thrilled, and, wondering if perhaps the folks who signed off on scholarship grants for Pride U’s dance department might be there.

If they saw his son in action then surely they’d want to be the ones responsible for furthering his dance career, right?

Mu-yeol sat behind the counter of Moon Market, watching a drama with Jun in the lull between busy hours. “Aichum. Why are the male leads usually so unlikable at first. I just want Eun-sae to punch him.”

9 notes • Posted 2021-05-22 21:29:38 GMT

#3

poppies and peonies || anxiety tm

@princess-ting-ting​

Mu-yeol imagined that Ting-Ting would be busy as all hell after the events of the Blackwell’s gala, what with people surely coming to her for sorceress things, so he only checked in via text immediately after. Now that she was probably past the rush he reached out to arrange tea. 

It always felt a tinge strange with his human friends. It wasn’t like Tod, Ting, or Jun could come to the Hollow so he could host them, so it always felt a little bit like he was inviting himself. 

If it bothered them, they never said so, and he decided to take it as proof they didn’t care instead of evidence they secretly hated him.

Mu Hou let him in and he paused to hand her a little wrapped gift, explaining it wasn’t much, but Ting had mentioned they were her favorite fruit and he thought she could use her favorite snack. The ‘in light of recent events’ was unspoken but obvious.

“Belated Chuseok present,” Mu-yeol said when he handed Ting-Ting her present. Not that gifts were always given at Chuseok. Still, they could be.

“I thought I’d exhausted the internet’s fish-themed laughs, but it seems they’re never-ending.”

10 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 01:51:41 GMT

#2

campus tour hell || the baes

@justkeepdancing-nemo​

Mu-yeol should have been paying attention to what the student tour guide was saying, but his eyes kept darting to the brochure in his hand. As he read the price tag of sending his son to Pride U for the twentieth time he heard nothing but ATMs.

The beep, beep, beep, beep of the buttons as he typed in his PIN, and of course on repeat insufficient funds, insufficient funds, insufficient--

He didn’t come back to the tour mentally until he felt some pairs of eyes on him. Oh no. More than some. At least half the tour group, and the guide. Wait, the guide? No, oh jingles, that means the guide must have asked him a question.

Why him? Why not address the other five sets of parents and prospective students, yeah?

“Ah, I’m sorry, I missed that?”

17 notes • Posted 2021-09-09 03:06:54 GMT

#1

just guys bein dudes || sledlin

@runnerless-sled​

Marlin would like to stress that he is, in fact, not on a date with Sled...in the traditional sense. See, he ended up in NTO with a list of dates to do with Sled because he made the mistake of talking about how he was going to actually make use of the dating app Tod made him download, and then promptly panicked.

‘Wait, what do people even do on dates? What’s a good idea?’

The two sparrowmen looked at a list a Google search came up with on Marlin’s phone while the Hollow’s Full Moon Festival continued around them.

It was Sled’s idea to, quote, “do dates” with him to test out which of Google’s ideas were actually good.

“Right, so the axe-throwing bar was a terrifying yet exhilarating experience. What’s next on the list?”

19 notes • Posted 2021-02-24 07:51:53 GMT

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EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Epicanthic fold. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth.Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. A bit below the jaw length. Mullet. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Orange blonde. Golden blonde. Redhead. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Copper. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

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SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Alcohol. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports tshirt.Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie.Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit.Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties.Bra.Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

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Kill Zone - Part 4: Into the Wild (TEASER)

So I am back and I have part 4 of Kill Zone ready for y’all. It will post tonight at 10pm CET/4pm EST. I hope you guys will enjoy this one cause I love writing this series. (Excuse the not too fitting gif I am at work without my arsenal of spn gis lol)

Dean parked the car in the same place he had last time, before he jumped out of the vehicle with his backpack over one shoulder and hunting rifle over the other, and began leading towards the scene where Ella McKenzie had lost her life. Dean walked as fast as he had last time, and your aching limbs struggled to keep up with him. Your stubborn mind however refused to tell him or even ask him to slow down a bit.

When you got the the crime scene, Dean knelt down in the place you had pointed out to him last time you were here. Slowly studying the ground and the surrounding area. You took the opportunity to sit on a rock, and get a sip of water, as you watched the man before you.

No matter how infuriating he was, you couldn’t deny your attraction to him, even if you tried. The pure strength oozing from him with his every movement was intoxicating, but there was more than that. There was something hiding beneath his gruff exterior. Something he had only allowed you to catch a few fleeting glimpses of, but it was still there. There was a man that cared about the world around him, a man that loved his little brother more than anything, a man that had been through something horrific enough, that it had made him lock away the most vulnerable parts of himself.

Dean Tag Team (CLOSED)

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Wake Up Call

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Oral (male receiving), implied smut, lots of pics with little text lol, one explicit gif under the cut.     

Wordcount: 1300ish

A/N: So this is just something I threw together really quickly since very slow me only just now realized it was Dean’s birthday and I wanted something to post at midnight EST for him.

Thanks to the amzingly wonderful @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me. 

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You had had the day all planned out for weeks. There was no rush. You had packed your bags last night after having chased a grumpy Dean out of the room.

He said he didn’t want you to do anything for his birthday. That it was just any other day. You knew he was lying. He loved when you did things for him. It made him feel loved and special, and you loved to make him feel that way. So no amount of sulking could get you to tell him about your plans, which was what his pouting really was about.

Dean was not good at not knowing. He loved planning little get aways for you, but if the shoe was on the other foot, he turned into a whiney 5 year old. That was until the secret was revealed to him anyway. Then he would always look like a 5 year old on Christmas morning.

Dean’s birthday was today, and today would be your first day of the little adventure you had planned. You had fixed up one of your dad’s, Bobby, old cabins when the boys had been gone on their last hunt. The cabin would be you and Dean’s home for the next five days.

You had given Sam strict orders to only call either of you if the Bunker caught fire or if Apocalypse part… you lost count, decided to start while you were away.

It wasn’t just any cabin you were taking Dean too. It was the cabin where you had shared your first kiss. It was the cabin Bobby had chased Dean out of when he had caught the two of you… well doing a lot more than kissing. On the porch of that cabin had been where Dean had asked you to marry him. You hadn’t been back since the brothers had found the Bunker, because there hadn’t been a need. But it was the place where the two of you had shared every major moment in your relationship, aside from your actual wedding, which had been in Vegas. Since the cabin was so important to the two of you it was only fitting it would be the setting for your next milestone together.

You smiled as you watched Dean sleep next to you. He was still as naked as you were from his last desperate efforts to convince you to tell him where the two of you were going in the morning. Dean’s torturous teasing had not been a match for your stubbornness, and he had finally given in and given you what the two of you both so desperately needed.

You smiled at the memory of how Dean had pulled you into his arms last night, holding you tightly against his still heaving chest.

“You’re a stubborn ass you know that?” Dean raised his eyebrows at you, trying to look annoyed, but the pure bliss on his face made it easy to see through.

“Look who's talking,” you laughed, making him chuckle as you snuggled closer to him, and he gave you a little squeeze.

“Well clearly not as stubborn as you, cause then you would still be screaming my name,” Dean teased making you playfully slap his chest.

“That’s just because when it comes to sex little Dean always wins.” You spoke seconds before you squealingly landed on your back with Dean on top of you. He playfully thrusted his hips against yours making you feel his newly found enthusiasm.

“Who are you calling little sweetheart?” he winked at you, before kissing away your laughter.

You squeezed your legs together at the memory of last night, as you watched your sleeping and blissfully unaware husband next to you. You loved how serene he always looked when he slept. All the worry washed away from his face, and he almost looked as young as he was that night 10 years ago when he had first kissed you.

Your eyes traced the lines of his freckles that highlighted his features, and you smiled when his lips curled into a half smile before he rolled onto his back. The sheet was dragged down with his movement, revealing his toned chest and strong arms to you. You let out a small sigh as you thought about how they felt wrapped around you with your ear resting against his heart, listening to his strong steady heartbeat.

When you moved to cuddle up to him and make the thought a reality, something else caught your attention. The sheets had formed an impressive tent between Dean’s, legs and a mischievous smile spread across your face.

You rolled closer to him before slowly, careful not to wake him, pulling the sheet off him completely, revealing his proud morning glory to you, and you unconsciously licked your lips as you quietly moved yourself to sit between his legs.

You licked the palm of your hand before closing it around the the root of his cock. You smiled, never taking your eyes off your husbands face as you slowly began moving your hand up and down his length. Dean let out a groan in his sleep, and you felt his cock twitch in your hand. Dean still wasn’t awake, which annoyed you slightly.

You decided you had to do something about that, so you leaned down, running your tongue over his slit as your eyes rested on Dean’s face. His eyes didn’t shoot open until you sucked down on him, howling you cheeks and taking him in completely.

“Fuck... “ Dean’s hand quickly tangled in your hair urging you to keep going, not that you had any intentions of stopping. You bobbed your head up and down a few times before focusing on his head. Your tongue twirled over it before sucking down hard, causing an animalistic growl to fall from your husband’s lips.

“Jeeez … fuck… urghf…. Babe… you’re killing me…” Dean moaned as he fought not to buck his hips upwards. You smiled, keeping up your ministrations, only adding to his pleasure by wrapping your hand around his cock. You twisted your hand as you kept sucking down on his head.

“Argh… shit… I’m… gonna… argh,” Dean tried to warn you, not that he needed too. You knew his body as well as he did. You sucked down as hard as you could, moaning in pleasure when thick ropes of cum filled your mouth.

You swallowed every last bit, not satisfied before you had licked him clean and only then did you allow him to pull you onto his chest. Dean’s lips found yours instantly, kissing you sweetly and lazily as his arms closed around your naked torso.

“Happy Birthday to me,” Dean grinned when he broke the kiss, making you giggle and hide your face against his neck.  

“So am I getting all my presents now?” Dean teased, kissing your shoulder before playfully biting down.

“No!” You laughed before rolling off of him and jumping off the bed. “You can get dressed so we can get going.” You grinned at him before wrapping yourself in one of his shirts. You enjoyed the way his eyes hungrily roamed your body as you moved. 10 years and his want for you had never changed.

“Well, I was about to say you left one unwrapped but…” Dean smirked at you, making you laugh and toss his boxers at his face.

“Get dressed you idiot, and you will have your gifts in a few hours. Including this one,” you mocked him twirling around a few times before walking out of the room towards the showers, leaving a stunned Dean in your wake.

You felt your stomach clench in anticipation of giving him the one gift you had hidden in the bottom of your bag. You hoped it would make him as happy as you thought it would. You smiled at the thought of what your new life together would be like after tonight as you pictured the shirt you had picked out with Sam’s help just a few days ago.

Dean Tag Team (CLOSED)

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