#because i'm a dumbass who forgets things

[dmitri-smerdyakov]

Been thinking about what I want to do for my next birthday (it's not until mid-January but sometimes things need to be booked SUPER in advance), and for about a week I considered going to see Cursed Child in London because I haven't seen it yet, but something just occurred to me... I could take a trip to see the Titanic Exhibition at the SeaCity museum in Southampton.

Obviously Southampton is where Titanic began her maiden voyage, and apparently there's a 1:25 scale interactive model of the ship??? And a huge LEGO Titanic model??? I've literally just found my dream birthday activity and I'm only disappointed that my next birthday isn't until January!

[elftism]

close enough welcome back distorted yan

(I LOVE CANTO 6 I LOVE CANTO 6 I LOVE CANTO 6)

[lostazuree]

wait wait idea wb bachira (and whoever else u like) when their s/o is on their period🥹🐎🐎

✧✗ 𝜗𝜚⸻Period Comfort!

✧ 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

—𝐅𝐭. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧.

• Bllk Boys looking after you!

-Fluff. Cussing.

✦ 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

He is a different breed. He treats your periods like a mission to over come. And he won't admit just how much his liebling scares the shit out of him when she's on periods. He can compete with anyone, but not the little gremlin you become while menstruating.

"Schatz..?" He asks in his not-so-him faint voice when he sees you hugging a pillow and your legs crossed too tight. "You alright?" Walking over to you, he takes a seat by, his fingers lightly raking over your arm as he tries to coax you to talk to him. "Yeah. 'Cause it definitely looks like I'm alright." The snarky comment earns you a frown from him, but he knows better than to comment on it. The last thing he wants to face is a gremlin's wrath. He does not know much aside from the fact you'd crave something sweet. Ofcourse he's less informed on it, his mom wasn't around to teach him. He'll buy you a box, a load worth of Swiss chocolate and will expect you to eat it. If you need something, you'll have to tell him. A good thing is that he'll not be so cocky and teasing at a time like this, the last thing he wants to do is upset you further. "Liebe, lie down." He'll rub your stomach for you, will stay by you the whole day. Order fancy shit just so you don't have to cook. He likes reading, and he knows you like it too when he's reading. So he'll sit by you, wrap you in a blanket and lay your head on his lap, while reading a book for you. He gets extra clingy when you're not the one who's clinging to him. He'll make you his favourite rusks and hot chocolate while he's at it. "You gonna drink hot water?!" is a legitimate fool sometimes. "Of course not, Micha, you dumbass." after a little bit of explanation, he will go to prepare a hot bag for you himself, but will spill some on his hand 100% and it's gonna be, "Fuck you, piece of shit." Will play it off too if you catch him like you can't see the red ass mark on his hand. Forehead kisses to make you forget about the topic. And if you stain something, he'll do the laundry without a word.

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Contrary to popular belief, he isn't completely clueless about periods. Because, obviously, he was raised by a single mom, so no matter how silly he is, he does know a thing or two about periods. But, that doesn't stop him from freaking out. Classic Bachira.

He immediately knows you're on your periods when you stop putting up with his bullshit, because..'You always do. :(' in Bachira's words. When you're curled up on the couch, his lively girlfriend now quiet, he knows it too well. "Are you alright, sunshine?" He asks in a voice thats way too calm for someone like him, quiet and testing. "Is it that time of the month?", "Yes, Meguru." Did you just call him Meguru and not by a pet name?! No way. Shit is real now. Yes, he'll rush to a store no matter what time it is, and he will bring some painkillers and chocolates, because that's what his mama taught him :) And will give you a hot bag. That's all in his area of knowledge on the subject. You need something else? You have to be vocal about it. But honestly? He's not leaving your side for the whole day. He is worried sick for you. Will skip practice 100% and take you out somewhere like a park or a quiet place. Don't wanna go? He'll sit at home with you, cuddled over a couch while you two watch some things only he can find funny. He will try to kiss your tummy cramps away (?!). "Silly, that's not how it works." "I know! But I'm trying my best here." Adorable. And you will not need to get up for the whole day, because, "Love! I'll be cooking for you today. Sit back and relax." NO. You cannot relax if he goes to the kitchen. Beware or he'll set off every single fire alarm and possibly charr water itself. Skills. He'll order take out for you, hold your hand while you eat.

✦ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

Aside from geeking out about soccer and mangas, he does not know two shits about anything else. Socially awkward soccer nerd is not well informed on female body mechanisms. Because even if he does have two loving parents, he never had such a talk with his mama. But is willing to try to make you feel better.

He knows it's a bad day when you don't grab him soda while he's playing some stupid game, or come to see him train, and instead are curled up on the bed awkwardly. He can feel the discomfort rolling off you in waves, and he knows it's that. "(Y/n)...sweets, you okay?" Did you just ignore Isagi? If you were anyone but yourself, he would dehumanize you in the worst way possible. So receiving no answer, he throws his headset off and wraps his arms around you, awkwardly, just sitting there, holding you as if he's trying to reassure both you and himself that you are alright. He will give you back massages 100%. Will cancel all of his plans and listen to you ramble about the most pointless things in life. He does handle your mood swings pretty well and will do half the chores without you having to ask. "Sit down. Are you feeling any better?" Like Kaiser, he's pretty clueless to the hot water bag situation, and he too will spill it all over the floor and cuss the shit out of it. Watch him become a master at dissing water's bloodline. He'll let you play video games with him, and he'll let you win. And that's a big commitment cuz mf is really competitive. He thinks you'll die if he leaves you for a single minute. "I'll buy you something sweet." Watch him fuss over brands of chocolate, because he only wants the best.

✦ 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧

Now, I think he would be pretty calm on the outside, but sure, he'll be a little concerned freaked as well. He is also not a clueless one, he's quite informed on it, but not emotionally, scientifically. So he has his own ways struggles to help you.

He knows you're on your periods as soon as he sees you've been deadpanning more than he does himself. And that you're not giggling on his dry, unfunny humor. He will sit by you very quietly, wrap you in a blanket and do a failed masterchef attempt at something as trivial as soup. "You stay right here, I'll make something for us." Because he doesn't want you to get up. Pillows. Pillows. And pillows. One behind your back, one on your lap and one behind your head for comfort. "I hope it's fine." Yes, the soup wouldn't be as good, well, because he only learnt how to make it for survival skills. But it's warm, nice, and makes you feel like he does care. He'll get you a hot bag, pain killers and sanitary napkins, pads, etc. etc. without you having to ask. Bathroom all organised too. He'll get you those conjoint twin Popsicles that he used to eat in his childhood with Sae. And because he has some insane luck with those popsicles, he always wins. But, but, he's a sneaky one to exchange his stick with yours when you aren't paying attention. The last thing he wants is to upset you. "I won! Look, Rinnie." Of course, you're not a fool. You know he changed it, but you rub it in anyway. "Don't get cocky. You're just lucky this time." And beneath that deadpan, there's just the faintest hint of a smile. After he's done with all this, he himself will lie down next to you and initiate cuddling. Which is rare because he becomes a flustered mess whenever you cuddle him. He claims he's doing this to make you feel better. Any comments about it and it's 'lukewarm' this, 'lukewarm' that. Tease him and he'll threaten you about getting up, with an arm tightening around you that says otherwise.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!

Reblogs would be highly appreciated! 🎀

[mwagneto]

hungarian/nomadic magyar tumblr circa 998AD dashboard simulator

🏞️ vándor-ló-979 Follow

not yall still spreading emese's foundation myth??? she literally claims she fucked a bird????? like either she's lying or she cheated and she's trying to cover it up or well. i dont even want to consider the third option

🪺 magánügyek Follow

tengri forbid women do anything???

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🦅 szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay im sick of the discourse let's do this.

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🐎 istván-rovására Follow

that took so long lmao -> !!!!!!!∧��ᛏ⋈∧

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🐴 csillagösvény Follow

i'm so serious rn if you support """istván""" in any way just unfollow and block me. we do NOT need him or his dumbass god and what he's been doing to our people to spread his religion is shameful.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

btw we all know your real name is vajk stop larping as a christian it's EMBARRASSINGGGG

✝️ esztergom-örökké Follow

love seeing my mutuals reblogging this /s anyway op has multiple posts on their blog supporting quartering and human sacrifice. in case you were wondering. anyway stand with István

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

1) we dont even do human sacrifices, are you fucking stupid??? show me ONE post where i talk about that. 2) are you seriously forgetting that your bestie istván LITERALLY QUARTERED HIS UNCLE?????

#sorry to put this dumbass on the dash😭 dont even engage just block them #ur not making it up the tree of life lmao #discourse

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🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

friendly reminder that just because you're white passing doesn't mean you're not a real magyar!! people with mixed parents are just as valid <3

🏇 attila-népe Follow

cranky coz ur ancestors decided to mix with the europeans arent you

🧺 lemezelő Follow

isnt your girlfriend literally frankish????

🏇 attila-népe Follow

you had to have done some serious stalking to find that💀 and first of all i didn't have a choice, my parents picked the tribe, and second of all she's not my "girlfriend" i got her via ritual kidnapping (WITH consent. before anyone gets weird)

🌐 a-kiber-kovács Follow

Couldn't you have kidnapped another magyar woman? Or someone from another mongoloid tribe?

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

ohh sure so now human pet guy is gonna chime in to advocate for the kidnapping of our women while being lowkey racist. what are you even doing on nomadblr????

🌅 bolygó-kárpáti Follow

what the fuck happened to my post

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🪔 rakabonciás Follow

for the nth time, you're only a true shaman if you were born with teeth OR with extra fingers OR in the sac. the rest of you are faking & we can tell.

🦅szél-könnyű-szárnyán-szállj Follow

okay people keep spreading this but this is literally just wrong?? like congrats on the 6 fingers op im glad u and Little Golden Father have a special connection (genuinely) but like. táltos and sámán and mágus and garabonciás and javas etc are all different things with completely different requirements and life paths which you should definitely know if you're claiming to be one?? especially since your post says shaman but you're listing the criteria for a táltos, and your username looks like a play on garabonciás so. which is it🤔 maybe get your facts in order before trying to gatekeep

anyway don't listen to op!! your connection to the Upper World is yours alone and you're the best judge of what the Fathers and Mothers want your path in life to be!!

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🛐 mea-culpa Follow

It breaks my heart that the majority of my people still refuse to see the One True God and insist on sticking to their pagan spirits. I fear that when judgement day comes, we will all be wiped out thanks to their foul godless ways.

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

how tf am i godless when i literally have dozens of gods? little mothers and little fathers are in everything all around us & it must suck ass to live in a world where you're not surrounded by the small gods that inhabit everything. manifesting that the fene and the guta tag team beat your ass tonight

🔅 hadúrsimp Follow

hadúr will literally strike op down personally. he told me himself. whispered it to me sweetly even

🐴 csillagösvény Follow

while i agree with you, i feel like you might also have ulterior motives, nomadblr user hadúrsimp

#but live your truth! doubly so on the posts of these freak repressed bible lovers. meanwhile on the #COOL side of magyarhood we walk around butt ass naked!!! op have fun never experiencing joy ever again tho #discourse

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👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

posting from an alt so i don't get cancelled but lowkey i'm starting to think koppány was right.... maybe this christianity thing isn't gonna work out after all

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

WRONG BLOG

👑 sanctus-stephanus Follow

THIS WAS A JOKE. IGNORE THIS

🪺 magánügyek Follow

ISTVÁN????????????? 💀

[superbpiratesandwich]

Would you consider writing a john walker x fem!reader where she's constantly forgetting to eat food and drink water and he just kinda starts feeding her and making silure she's drinking water. And the rest of the team starts teasing them cause "well he never does that for us"

YES CUTIE, OF COURSE

tags: John Walker x fem!reader, MENTIONS OF FOOD, fainting, cursing, Bob and Yelena being dummies together 

a/n: i loved writing this! I hope you like it as well! This is my first time writing a request so any criticism is welcome! 

1.9k words 

You don't do it on purpose. No matter how many times your parents tried to tell you to ‘just eat’ it was always a struggle for you. Not because you didn't want to eat, it was difficult for you to remember to eat. The habit started when you were in high school, your parents wanted you in every extracurricular, every sport, every AP class, you were so busy, you just stopped eating.  

This was only considered a ‘problem’ when you fainted in the middle of a debate for U.S. government. You were on fire, the more you talked, the more it felt like you were absolutely crushing your opponent, but then your vision tunneled. Your words trailed off, you had to lean against the podium, your eyes fluttering as you asked for a slight recess. On your way back to the seats, you hit the ground. You haven't fainted much since that fateful day you refer to as ‘the debate of ‘08’. You do still forget to eat when you're really busy, but your body seems to have gotten used to going without food. 

John never cared to cook for people. When he was with Olivia, they would dance in the kitchen to some old Louis Armstrong music and cook together. Since they separated, he hasn't had the urge to step foot into a kitchen. Until about a year in to working with the Thunderbolts, or New Avengers, whatever bullshit Val is calling you all nowadays. He watched as the team would pick apart the pantry, eating whatever empty calories were stocked and leaving it empty. The worst perpetrator was Alexi, he’d rummage through the pantry late at night, leaving nothing to eat for the people who woke up the next day. 

So, he started just stocking the kitchen, getting fruits and vegetables for someone else to cook. He wouldn't cook the frozen chicken breasts or steak, he’d just put it in the freezer, waiting for someone else to cook it. Then the fruits went bad, the vegetables shriveled, and the chicken started to mutate into something that could be classified as a biology experiment. The worst part though, was he walked in on Bob and Yelena trying (and failing) to cook said experiment. 

“I don't get why it looks like that!” Bob had complained to Yelena as he poked the pink fleshy thing on the stove. 

“It's supposed to look like that until you cook it,” she shrugged, assuring him to just turn up the heat. 

John had walked in due to the smell of rotting flesh wafting through the air conditioning, “Holy shit who's cooking a dead body?”  

You sat at the bar, watching the pair as you scrolled on your phone, “Tweedle dee and tweedle dumbass are cooking chicken.” you laughed. 

John walked over and turned off the stove, “You two realize that chicken expired right? I got that like 8 months ago.”  

Yelena and Bob stared at each other for a minute before she spoke up, “Well Bob was hungry and there's nothing to eat!” she complained. The pair left the room as John forced them away from the stove, grumbling about being hungry. You just rolled your eyes continuing to scroll on your phone. 

John rummaged around for a few minutes before finding some boxed noodles and some sort of alfredo sauce, “You hungry?”  

You cocked an eyebrow, “Nah, I'm fine.” he starts boiling the water, glancing over at you. “You sure? I don't think I've seen you eat today.”  

“Thats not-” you paused, thinking for a moment, “I mean I had a granola bar,” you continued quietly. 

He rolled his eyes, “When?” 

You looked at him for a minute, “Last night,” you added softly.  

He didn't reply, he simply continued to prep dinner.  

After a few minutes you had moved to the communal living room couch, still scrolling on your phone as some random show played on the tv. You heard soft footsteps, then a bowl was sat on the table in front of you. When you looked up, you saw John walking back to the kitchen in silence, not acknowledging the bowl of noodles he had just set in front of you. You pick it up, looking down at the alfredo sauce-covered noodles, grabbing the fork and taking a few bites. You both sat in silence as you ate, watching the quiet show on the tv, the sounds of forks hitting the glass bowls in both of your hands filled the room.  

You didn't realize he had only made two helpings of the pasta, just enough for you and him. 

If Alexi says, “We are good team!” one more time during this mission briefing, you're going to lose your mind. Your head throbbed; it's the kind of headache where you can feel your heartbeat in your head. You rest your elbow on the table, your palm rubbing at your forehead, trying desperately to get any relief.  

You don't notice how John gets up halfway through the briefing, only to come back with two water bottles. He sets one down on the table next to you, along with a protein bar. Nobody really sees it, seeing as he slinked out the door and snuck right back in. The man could be stealthy when he wanted to be. You take a few sips of the water, leaning back in your chair, you could already feel the headache dissipating as you took a bite of the protein bar. You look over at him, he doesn't look at you, simply keeps his head forward, half listening to Bucky explain the op, mostly thinking about what he has in the kitchen to make dinner for you.  

You were rushed out the door this morning, barely zipping up your tac gear as the alarm clock blinked 2:30am. You and Ava were supposed to be heading to a stakeout, you were expected in the lobby by 2:30, but you had woken up at 2:25. You speed down the stairs nearly tripping over your feet as you make your way down to the base level.  

The floors in the tower are such that you pass by the common floor on your way down. Just as you descend the stairs to the landing, the door swings open. It's a tired-looking John, holding what looks to be a small square lunch box. “Here,” he mumbles tossing it and a water bottle to you as you pass by. You’re caught off guard, catching the items, but pausing for a moment, “Thanks.” You nod to him, he just cocks an eyebrow, his mouth curving up a little, “You’re gonna be late, crash dummy, running yourself into the ground like it's a sport.” he mumbles the last part to himself mostly. You glance at your watch 2:37 “Shit.” you take off down the stairs. 

Later, as you and Ava sit in the black truck, windows tinted so no one can see inside, you pull out the lunch box, cracking open the water bottle. You hear a soft laugh and look over, she's shaking her head. “What?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows at her. 

“Did Walker really get up at 2am to make that for you?” She snorts, looking at the sandwich and chips in the lunch box, along with a protein bar and another water bottle with a cold pack. 

“No-” you pause, thinking about the sight of John stepping out of the door with the lunch box in hand, bags under his eyes, he was probably up earlier than you were, getting that ready.  

Ava just laughs, “Bloody hell, I wish I had someone making lunches for me like a damn housewife,” you don't respond, staring at the sandwich, how the hell did he know you like strawberry jelly? 

You didn't want to rely on him to make sure you ate, but you couldn't help it. Everything he made tasted like it was straight from a restaurant, you teased him about it sometimes, “I swear you just order takeout, then put it on a plate,” you had mumbled with your mouth full. He crossed his legs on the coffee table, “Firstly,” he wiped his mouth with his thumb, “Don't talk with your mouth full and secondly, you watched me cook, dumbass.” he retorted, but you could see a slight grin on his face.  

You tried to cook on your own, stealthily going down to the common floor kitchen late at night. You found some instant mashed potatoes and a pre-cooked grilled chicken. “it's not something Walker would cook up, but whatever,” you had told yourself. Somehow, you managed to fuck that up, the chicken had this weird rubbery texture that you couldn't get past, and the mashed potato mix didn't fully dissolve, leaving you with a mushy, powdery mess that didn't even resemble mashed potatoes.  

You lean over the counter, eyes staring into the pot of mushy potato-like mess, trying to will them into something better. “Now how on God’s green earth did you manage to fuck up instant potatoes and pre-cooked chicken?” you heard John’s voice tease from the edge of the kitchen. He’s dressed in a soft-looking navy-blue shirt, the sleeves taut around his arms, grey sweatpants sitting on his hips.  

You shake your head, laughing softly, “I really don't know...” you look over at him, “Help?” 

He cocks an eyebrow, a slight grin pulling at his lips as he pushes off the wall towards you, “You’re helpless,” he huffs.  

The two of you (mostly him) move around the kitchen, grabbing random ingredients and somehow making them look edible. You notice he moves with a purpose, never just standing in one spot, until he stands next to you. You’re staring into a pot, a mixed boil of peas, corn, carrots, and sliced potatoes stare back at you. He stands still next to you, watching you watch the pot. 

He leans over until his mouth is right by your ear, “A watched pot never boils, honey,” 

You’re caught off guard, but you don't move, the nickname ‘honey’ rings in your ears like a bomb just went off. His Georgian accent slipping in at the word, he moves past you, his hand brushing against your rib cage as he moves you out of the way.  

Later, as you're sitting at the bar, John leaning on the counter across from you, Yelena walks in. She sniffs the air, “Smells good, what did you make for dinner, Chef Walker?” she smiles at him, walking to the stove. John doesn't even turn around, taking a bite of food before responding, “I didn't make you anything.” 

Yelena frowns, “How come she gets to eat the special food and the rest of us starve?”  

“Have you seen your father? I don't think any of you are close to starving. Plus,” he pauses, glancing at you before he looks back down at his plate, “The rest of you annoy the hell out of me, she... annoys me less.” he replies with a small grin.  

Yelena just grumbles something about him being a jackass and walks off, and you're left to stare at John smile down at his plate before he starts to clean the kitchen, you swear you hear him whistling as he cleans the pots and pans.  

BONUS CONTENT FOR YOU CUTIES: 

You barely drink water, opting to drink a soda or some sort of flavored drink. John knows this so he’s taken to putting a flavored water mix into a reusable cup (that he bought for you). You joke about how the ‘water fairy’ stops by every night to make sure your water bottle is full but, in all seriousness, you have opened your bedroom door only to see a full reusable water bottle standing right in front of it. 

[englishisaboutconfidence]

Morso d'amore : Part 2 of Ahyeon knows best

Dating Ahyeon was great for a number of reasons, one being you had a smoking hot girlfriend and second your girlfriend already knew you better than anyone else. The first few weeks of dating didn't cause you to have to change your life really at all. You still had the same classes with her and sat next to her during all of them. You two kept working on projects together for classes, so it was an easy excuse for your friends as to why you were with her and why you were leaving the dorm. She already knew how much of a nerd you were so she wasn't too mad (emphasis on too mad) when you would ghost her while gaming or when you would spend hours grinding solo queue. Although she did force you to be on FaceTime with her as often as possible if you were going to be gaming for a few hours. Plus, you know, the whole thing that you were having a very active sex life with one of the IT girls of your school, who also happened to be your childhood crush. So, to summarize your current situation, you had an amazing hot girlfriend, and your friends and family had no clue… or so you thought.

Your sister Pharita and told Ahyeon that she was going to spend the weekend with your parents, so naturally Ahyeon had let you know immediately, and you ran over to their dorm the second Pharita left for your parents. You barely had time to text Ahyeon you were there before she pulled you in and started making out with you. Stumbling onto her bed, you two were too busy fighting for oral dominance that neither of you noticed the door open and someone entered the room. Finally asserting our dominance, you went to remove Ahyeon's shirt when you heard a loud "Yaaaah". Spoked by this, Ahyeon released a loud shriek before hiding herself behind you. Turning around, you see your sister Pharita with her arms crossed and an annoyed look on her face.

"How long has this been going on? My best friend screwing my brother?"

Awkwardly rubbing the back of your head, you say "Uhhhh, like 3 weeks".

Unsatisfied with your answer, you feel Ahyeon gently elbow you in the stomach, "And its ummm dating. Yeah, we've been dating for 3 weeks."

Still waiting for the most important part, Ahyeon cleared her throat "And I love her and intend to marry her."

Finally satisfied, Ahyeon gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

"Really?" Pharita asked which you and Ahyeon responded with an affirmative nod.

"God, you two are terrible at hiding it then because I realized it the Sunday you two returned from "dog sitting" at our parents".

Surprised, you and Ahyeon questioned your sister "Huh! What do you mean you've known since then?"

"Please, you two were making googly eyes at each other while you Y/N dropped Ahyeon off at our dorm. Plus, you two forgot there was an eyehole in the door, so I saw your little goodbye kiss. Also, did you two dumbasses forget that I have both of your locations so I can see when you two disappear to Ahyeon's house to fuck, or our parents place, or a love hotel? And of course, the fact that you Y/N make any excuse to come over and you Ahyeon don't even try to hide how much you love lying all over him when we watch shows."

Annoyed that your little secret wasn't really a secret, you respond to your sister’s very logical statements with a very mature "yeah whatever."

Chuckling at your annoyance, Pharita continued "Ahyeon although I do wish you would have told me yourself that you finally got Y/N to confess."

"Sorry Rita, I was a little distracted since this dummy finally stopped ignoring his feelings and accepting that he's mine."

"It's okay Ahyeon, I'm just happy that we are going to finally be sisters in law sooner rather than later."

Confused by the entirety of the conversations, you interrupt the two dormmates and childhood friends "Wait, what are y'all talking about? Rita, you knew that Ahyeon liked me and that I somehow liked Ahyeon? And what do you mean sisters in law? We just started dating 3 weeks ago."

Amused by your confusion, Pharita just smiled and said "Oh please, both our families have known that you two were destined for each other for years. You forget, but you would not stop talking about and hanging around Ahyeon when y'all first met in the 1st grade. You think that Ahyeon's infatuation with yours started out of nowhere? Please, you would always gravitate towards her and eventually, I guess Ahyeon somehow started to like you despite how annoying you were. 'Ahyeon said this. Ahyeon did that. Ahyeon likes this instead'. Good lord you would not shut up about her. Although in middle school you stopped talking about her as much though it was clear that she still occupied your thoughts and feelings and started to try to suppress your feelings for her with annoyance; but that's when Ahyeon truly showed how much she cared for you. She started following you instead and talking to you and about you all the time, or maybe how central you were in her life was made more apparent when you tried to hide how much Ahyeon occupied your life."

Hearing the quick recount of your two’s history, Ahyeon just smiled and leaned forward into your back while capturing you in a back hug.

Still confused and even more so with how relaxed Ahyeon was, you turn to her "Why are you so relaxed? If you knew all of this, why didn't you tell me."

Still smiling at you, Ahyeon gave you a quick peck before saying "Because honey, you needed to come to that conclusion mostly on your own. Plus, I was never scared about losing you, even when you were 'pissed' at me, your adoration of me was easy to see through the pointed jabs and attempts at annoyance and indifference. I knew that you only had eyes for me and that my happiness and joy for life were essential to you, even when you didn't realize it. Do you remember when my grandma died?

You nodded.

"Well, it was a really shitty time especially the funeral, but honestly, it is one of my favorite days because it showed me what kind of person you are and how much I mean to you. Your family was of course coming to the funeral; but I remember Pharita telling me how much pressure you put on your family to show up not only on time (which is struggle especially for your dad); but an hour early to make sure that whatever my family and I needed, you could provide. Of course, you didn't yell at them like a drill sergeant; but you kept subtly reminding your mom and by extension your dad that my family would do the same and that it's probably really important and helpful to show up early and take care of us during such a tragic time. And then when you arrived at the funeral, I don't remember you ever leaving my sight. You didn't ever really come up and tell me you were there for me explicitly; but you kept hovering in case I needed something, I could tell that you had your eyes on me the entire time, and whenever I did ask for something, you pretty much sprinted and got it for me and made sure that you were the one taking care of me. And of course, you comforted me after the funeral when everyone had left, even our parents and Pharita and you just sat with me for hours. And when I went to leave, you softly grabbed my hand and tried to console me but instead started to ramble awkwardly which led me to smile for the only time that day."

"I don't remember your smiling; all I remember is my rambling and staring at our hands instead of you because I could barely look at you in the eyes because of how nervous I felt."

"Do you remember how I finally got you to shut up Y/N?"

Blushing, you nod your head.

"God you two are the worst. It's like watching a cheesy romcom; but I also love you two and wish you nothing but happiness; but can you let me know what the hell she has been since I wasn't there, and she never told me this story?" Pharita said exasperatedly.

Looking at her, you silently beg Ahyeon not to tell the whole story, but she just lovingly pats your check and continues on

"Okay Okay. Well, despite his truly terrible and inaudible rambling, I knew the gist of what Y/N was trying to say as well as where it came from, so I decided the best way to shut him up was to do something that would truly stun him, so I grabbed his face with my right hand and raised his face so our eyes met and kissed him right then and there, at the funeral home on the day of my grandmas funeral. Then while he was stunned and opening and closing his mouth like a fish, I told him the truth, that I loved him and wanted him to be my first and only for everything in my life. And this asshole just stared at me and right when I was about to turn and leave, heartbroken; he grabbed my hands and pulled me into a kiss and told me that he had no clue how or why, but that he knew that he loved me too and that something inside of him was telling him that I was the one for him. We then just stood there hugging for a while before he walked me home hand in hand. But of course, being Y/N, the next day he was back to his old self and kept acting like I was the bane of his existence when we both knew it was quite the opposite."

"Awwwww, that's so cute. Disgusting but cute. I didn't realize how in touch with your emotions you were Y/N." Your sister said.

"I'm not. I just can tell what my gut is telling me, and it told me that if I fucked that up then I would regret it for my entire life. So, I am not cute and that story doesn't need to be repeated".

"Okay sweetie" Ahyeon responded.

"I'm not!" You responded back like a child.

"Of course,"

"I'm telling you Ahyeon. That story is not sweet or cute and doesn't need to be mass spread."

Sighing softly, Ahyeon just said "Y/N honey, that story is going to be told at our wedding and probably plenty of times before that so you are just going to need to accept the fact that everyone is going to know you’re a big softie who is also absolutely whipped for your wife"

"Fine, but you were obsessed with me and that's how we got together so you're even more whipped, so ha."

"Of course," Ahyeon sweetly responded before shutting you up with a quick peck.

Smiling since she knew she had won, Ahyeon turned to your sister and asked, "So are you going to your guys' parents or was that just bait?"

"Oh, don't worry you two, I'm still going. Just needed to confirm my suspicions so now I can tell both families the great news. But don't worry, I'll make sure they don't do anything tonight or tomorrow; but be prepared for Sunday because they will summon you then."

"Wait, shouldn't we be the ones to tell them?" You quickly questioned your sister.

"It's fine Y/N. They deserve to know ASAP, plus let's be honest, if you had it your way, no one would know until after the wedding."

Knowing she was right and that this was probably the best way for the news to be revealed to the parents aka you would have a 2 days to prepare for the Spanish Inquisition as well as an overindulgent celebration of you getting your head out of your ass, you just nod and say "Fine, just make sure we get to eat steak on Sunday and no one bothers us till then"

Smirking, Pharita responded "Of course dear brother… although I will tell them that you are busy making them grandchildren" before running out the door laughing.

"Wait, Rita. Don't say that!" you yelled at her retreating figure before laying on Ahyeon's bed sighing and saying "God they are going to be so annoying on Sunday. At least we have 36hrs before then. So, what do you want to do Ahyeon?"

Turning to look at her, you are met with an annoyed and dumbfounded look. Once again confused, you say "What?"

"Your sister who we thought was going to be gone all weekend is finally gone. She is telling your parents we are making babies. You came over specifically because she was going to be gone and we haven't fucked in 2 days, so what do you think I want to do?"

Realizing that you were in a very advantageous position and that to fuck it up would be an absolutely moronic thing to do, you make the very tough choice of giving your girlfriend what she wants as well as making sure you do what you came over to do.

You quickly recapture the moment your sister so rudely interrupted and pin your girlfriend to the bed with your hands while you capture her lips with yours. Moaning into your kiss, Ahyeon frees her wrists from your control and guides you to take off your shirt while making sure not to separate her lips from yours. Knowing what she wants next, you flip the two of you over and quickly remove her shirt. Taking a moment to catch your breaths, you are happily surprised to see that Ahyeon had decided to forego a bra that night and your eyes were met with her perfect, perky tits adorned with the most beautiful areolas. Knowing your next move, Ahyeon quickly shoves you back onto the bed before you can capture her tits in your mouth and wiggles out of her pants before quickly discarding yours along with your underwear (she of course doesn't have to deal with panties of her own since she had also decided to go commando for tonight).

Giving you a quick little smirk, she grabbed your cock and quickly started stroking it to get it nice and prepped for her. After needing a couple of seconds to recover from the pleasure that she was giving you, you grab her by the waist and pull her close to you before capturing her right tits with your mouth and giving her left one equal attention with your hand before starting to switch between the two like a man eating for the first time in weeks. Feeling how hard you were and knowing how easy it was for you to become distracted from the objective when her tits were present, Ahyeon tears you off her chest before straddling you and sinking down until you were fully sheathed in her. Not letting you recover, she quickly started to ride you but not before once again capturing your lips with hers. After a few minutes of her strong riding, you feel your orgasm coming. Sensing this too, Ahyeon quickly locked her legs around you and made sure you were buried as deep as possible in her. Burying yourself as deep as possible, you let your orgasm take hold and you release spurt after spurt of cum into Ahyeon's waiting womb. The feeling of you filling led to Ahyeon finally reaching her peak. Once the last remnants of your shared orgasm subside, Ahyeon finally allows herself to let go and she falls onto your chest. Pulling up the covers which you two had cast to the side during your lovemaking, you make sure that Ahyeon is properly covered before sighing and saying "Fuck, I love you Ahyeon". Smiling softly, Ahyeon raised herself up to give you a soft kiss on your lips saying, "I love you too". Content, satiated, and utterly spent, the two of you finally fall asleep in a loving embrace with your legs intertwined and bodies connected in a way that showed true intimacy.

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x. another life (written work)

You groaned, throwing your phone into one of the soft cushions.

To say that Scaramouche is a morning person was a complete understatement—that guy's a complete, abnormal morning freak. You're pretty sure he went to bed at around midnight and guessing from the times you've seen him prepare, he'd take at least two whopping hours to, what? contemplate which shade of color goes well for his Minecraft boxers?

Yeah.

That's how slow the asshole is. And listen, you're not one to judge; you're a morning person as well, but in fairness, it's mostly because you're still high from the adrenaline of doing a concerning amount of work before taking a short nap.

So, again, yeah. He's a fucking morning freak that you would absolutely not appreciate in your morning routine that requires the absolute of patience needed.

Clicking your tongue, you shoot a glare at your glowing device. One that could hopefully urge the phone to burst into flames.

Okay, bath. Bath. Bath.. bath.. bath..

–

“Three baskets of strawberries, thirty kilograms of flour, and that Letche brand of baking powder in..” you squinted, willing the memory out of the corner of your brain, “..in aisle three or seven. Just request three boxes of those, thank you.”

The man with the brown cap nodded, eagerly taking notes with the most worn-out pen you've seen so far, “that's it, miss..?”

You smiled. “Miss [Name]. We’ll be seeing each other more, I'm sure of it.”

“Got it! We'll have it delivered by.. presumably three days from now.”

Seconds passed by as the sounds of scribbles filled the air, until another man emerged from of the entrance, form shifting and awkward before the sound of chimes and an embarrassed voice shatters the silence, “sorry to bother you, but uh, um. Your coworker, I assume..? Your coworker is very.. aggressive, and I think he wants to go in. Inside, I mean. Here.”

Silence ensued as you stared blankly at both men, before recognition hits you like cold ass water.

How the motherfuck do I always forget that he exists, goddamnit!

You flashed the two men a customer-service smile, whispers of apologies on your lips as you rushed to the door.. and, lo and behold! The Beauty and the Beast: budget edition!

Said Beast snaps his head to you, an ugly scowl adorning his face, “calltime was 8:00AM. and it's 8:09AM. How hard is it for you to be punctual for once, you fucking–”

You sighed, eyes shutting to a close, “as you said, it's 8:09AM in the morning and it's still early. Can we save the yelling later in the afternoon?”

Your veins throbbed when a click of a tongue was all you could hear before a calmer voice replaced it once again, “yeah, whatever, fruitcake. Let's get on with it. Who were those people, anyway?”

He pats the metal part of his Beauty, slowly treading over to your side, “uh. just a few of those delivery guys. yeah.”

“‘s that so? Also, fucking gross. I can hear your saliva swirling around, shithead. Keep it down.”

“..Shut up!”

–

God.

This was gonna be an absolute comedian 12-Hour Shitshow. With the first guests being the poor two men having to witness the most atrocious altercation between two hard-headed rivals, especially the one with grape-hair.

A particularly idiotic expression coursed through your rival’s face, “no, that's why you don't need the three boxes of shitty baking powder, you dumbass! You have to finish the remaining ones in the pantry first!”

The man with the brown cap flitted his eyes to the Asshole, before going back to yours, “and as I've said, there's only two in the pantry! Two! We need more than just two, and there's barely any stores in here that sells that specific brand!”

“That damn thing is also about to expire.”

“No, it's not! We bought it just a year ago, in the highest quality!”

“Baking powders lasts up from six to eighteen fucking months! You're a barista slash baker, how do you not know that!?”

“Erm—”

“Eighteen! There's still six months left. And—”

“Fuck off with your mumbling shit. There's no need to buy lthree fucking boxes of baking powder to last you a year, you dipshit. You only need one!”

“No, we don't—”

“—Um, as much as we're enjoying this, uh. Conversation, I think we have to really get going, because um. We're running late. So. How many boxes, really?” The sheepish man put out a notepad, strikingly similar to the man with the brown cap that's now pulled down to his face.

Heat burned in your cheeks as you pinched the Asshole’s side, ignoring his utterly embarrassing squeak as you replied back, “Two. just.. two. Thank you.”

The two simultaneously and awkwardly replied, “got it!”

You and Scaramouche shared a glance as they scurried to the door, before it turned into a glare.

“That was your fault, by the way.”

“Was not.”

“It was.”

“If you hadn't made a comment on the baking powder, then this wouldn't have happened.”

Scaramouche scoffed, the snark so prominent it makes you nauseous, “oh, fuck off. you listened to me in the end, didn't you? kind of proves that you really needed my help.”

A snort left your lips as you approached him, arms folded, “kinda? shut up, I never needed it,” there was a harsh finality in your tone and you made sure to emphasize it as you jabbed a finger to his chest, “I survived 15 years without your help. And I sure don't need it now.”

And in response, Scaramouche all but blinked, shock morphing his expression before it contorted to one of mixed miniscule confusion and amusement, “ever heard of sarcasm, fruitcake? you're so easy to rile up.”

Your eye twitched. It's still 8:30AM. You open up at 9:00AM. 9:00AM..

Exhale, inhale.

“And that exhale, inhale thing you're doing is also pretty dumb, by the way.”

“Okay,” you were so close. so close to punching the asshole out of here. better yet, fire him and put the nastiest record on his file, but you know better than that. because, again, exhale inhale exhale inhale— “shut the fuck up, and turn over that damn sign. go parade out the streets since you're such a dollface, you goddamn asshole. maybe you should put that pretty face of yours to some use instead of using it for the ugliest shittiest fucking–”

“You think I'm pretty?”

What. The fuck?

Your brain short-circuits, as you blankly turn to him.

Scaramouche, the shit-eating asshole that he is, dares to even flutter his eyelashes. Eyeliner becoming more prominent amidst the pale expanse that is his face and by gods, you can only hope that the absolute nausea that's swirling in your stomach right now is reflecting on your face, because why in the goddamn fuck did he say it as if it wasn't an universal fact?

Yes, he's pretty! Of course, he is! It's like goddamn sky is blue, grass is green and Tighnari is head over heels for Cyno—so why the fuck is this hardheaded dickhead acting as if your flattery is anything different from the others!?

And after prolonged minutes of intense emotional whiplash between nausea, disgust, shock and acceptance, you reply, “no, you look like god’s abandoned piece of shit.”

He snorts, poise relaxing as he sits by one of the chairs, leg propped up over the other leg, “that's a funny thing to think about.”

“..Are you gonna do the damn thing or are you just gonna—”

“Alright, alright, you fussy shithole!”

–

It's only a short 30 minutes before you’re working on the counter again: swiveling through the counter, putting on the most customer-service smile, throwing an occasional ‘good morning’ to the elderly, and saying ‘hi’ to the chit-chat companion you sporadically talk to.

Except this time, this fucking time, there's a fucking twink bumping hips and asses with you in every turn.

Hey, listen, the café that your grandmother owns specifically intends to hold two workers minimum considering that she had this whole thing built for her husband that soon passed when you were younger. So, meaning to say, it's not particularly small. It's somewhat large if you consider it, but goddamn.

It's like every hit and bump is laced with ill purpose. But when you turn to him to reprimand him, his eyes hold the same sceptical annoyance as well.

(A gnawing thought itches at your skin, but you turn that shit off the second it appears, because it mentions quite the inappropriate thing. Hint: thing being ass.)

It's gotten so bad that by the time it hits an hour before lunchtime, one of the regulars asks the most atrocious thing.

“Um, not to offend or anything, but are you two.. dating?”

And.. that? Oh boy, did your composure nearly slip if it weren't for the hand that was aggressively on your head once again along with an insincere voice cooling the atmosphere down and basically talking in the undertone of, “fuck off and never say that again”.

Along the way of him explaining, which took 3 customers waiting in line watching the theatrical show of your expressions shifting from what to yes, he's right, his fingers slowly threaded through your scalp.

And, shit. It feels good. Like, really good. You'd rather die than ponder more over that though.

So, with renewed fury, you slap his hand away, cutting him off from the yet-still persistent customer who keeps demanding if you two were dating. Which is surprising because you're pretty sure it's been five minutes.

It's then that Scaramouche gently pulls at your ear and roughly whispers, “this guy wants to fucking date you, assshat.”

Your eyes imperceptibly widen, shifting from his to the man before you, as well as the five people behind who're so clearly tired and waiting for their daily dose of caffeine.

Customers aiming for the barista aren't typically common in your area, so this situation is a bit shocking.

A sigh left your lips, as you put out a stance, “is there a problem? There's a line waiting, you know.”

The man fumbles, as you check him out, “right! sorry.”

The moment ended as fast as it came as you tended to the customers, who still seemed a bit pissed by the whole event. By the time the clock hits an hour of lunch and the whole interior is swimming in delicate gold color, you can already feel the lethargy seeping into your bones as you slumped back against the chairs.

Watching customers wasn't really your thing since you particularly have a bad habit of overdoing it and glaring into their souls instead, but perhaps this time, it wouldn't be that bad.

A short few minutes passes by before the gasbag opens its mouth again, “stop glaring at the customers like that, fruitcake. You're gonna scare them.”

That nickname..

You rolled your eyes, “oh, shut up. They don't even care.”

“Look at that little kid over there, he's shivering under your glare.”

“You're schizophrenic, shut up.”

“Yeah, and my hair is green. Anyways, where's lunch?”

Your brows raised as you turned to Scaramouche, who's also currently leaning against the doorway of the staff room, “what lunch?”

He blankly stared at you, “what do you mean, ‘what lunch’? you self-destructive piece of shit.”

You gulp, “I don't.. eat lunch?”

And, silence. Only for a short minute though, because the gasbag can't really keep his mouth closed to save his life.

“Oh, fuck you. What do you mean ‘you don't eat lunch’? Is this why you go stupid after lunch breaks?”

A frown settled on your face as shame blossomed on your cheeks, “I just get busy! And, don't call me that. I still beat you on afternoon recitations.”

A snort, “beat me, my ass. your answers are always slurred.”

“..No, it's not.”

“Ask that little brunette friend of yours and find out.”

“You're such an asshole.”

“I'm so kind, I know. And, also,” an onigiri flew into the air as you stumble over one of the stools to grab it, “30-Minute break is over, assshat. I'll take over first and you better eat that shit, or else.”

Then, slam.

You eyed the onigiri on your hand with suspicion. It was [favourite flavor].

Your gut squirms.

–

The rest of the shift passes by as uneventfully, and as the inky dark finally looms over and the café is deprived of the usual nightly customers, the Asshole finally shows signs of weariness. And it's then that you make the mistake of commenting on it.

“Aw, Mr. Twink tired already?”

“Fuck off, I don't like talking to people.”

“Uh huh, weak ass.”

He glares at you, leg attempting to sweep over to yours but you evade anyways, “try putting on a facade and act like a suck-up bitch.”

Of course, he'd think like that.

“Well, you just—”

“—Do people usually come and ask you out like that?”

And, oh. Well, that's certainly unexpected.

Your gut squirms yet again, “what?”

Why does he care? Is he shitting me?

“Are you deaf, or what?”

“Why do you care about my love life, huh?”

His face drops to a comedic deadpan, all hints of curiosity dissolving, “And in what statement did I even state that.”

You stuck your tongue, “you implied it, not my fault.”

“And this is why you placed third in that ‘Comprehension Reading Regionals’, you know.”

Annoyance settles in your temples as you shove him by the shoulder, “the past is past, that was two years ago, get over it. and besides, i was literally–”

“Excuses, excuses.”

“Shut up! it's true, and hey, I can totally beat you up again if ever the regionals come up and–”

“Yadda, yadda, yadda. Just admit you suck at reading comprehension.”

“Not until you admit sucking on dick!”

That seemed to do the trick, considering the way that familiar scowl finally settles in on his face.

“God, I hate you. You're the reason I've been getting dick pictures in my dms.”

You scoffed, he had the nerve to complain, “at least you don't get death threats from crazy fangirls.”

and instead of an answer, you feel a sharp stab in your shin, and that stupid shit-eating smirk only widens before it leaves out of your eyesight in a very comical downward motion.

“Yeah, that's right. kneel under me, dipshit.”

“You sadistic shit,” you snapped as you did a sweep kick aimed for his shins, and surprisingly that did the job as the Asshole falls over to his ass with a ‘thump’.

A transient glance was shared in understanding before the Asshole grasped at your forearm and pulled you over down with him to have you in a quasi-headlock.

“Fuck..you—” pain blossomed in your knee as you whirled around to knee him on the stomach, a wince coming out of him as he let go of you.

A brief second passed with a glare before he attempted to pin you down on the floor, only to ultimately fail by missing one of your wrists which resulted in a jab in the forearm.

The process went back and forth.

There had been way too many instances wherein you and Scaramouche nearly went into a brawl in the middle of the classroom, art room, or even the canteen. But this? This was the official one. And fuck, are you glad that no one is in the café right now, lest they'd hear the concerning amount of expletives exploding in the air.

..And!

Sike. Turns out, the universe really, really does fucking hates you.

Faintly, the bell chimes.

Your head snapped to the front, as the Asshole shifted to get a peek at the entrance—and, boom, a small ball of greys appears and your heart jumps.

Fuck, it really was your grandmother.

Sending a quick survey at the man on top of you, whose pale face is currently decorated in ugly black and purple blotches, your instinct flies in.

Which was kicking him off, resulting in a concerningly loud thud with a groan. Which also did not help with your heart hammering in your chest and your breath hitching—

“What the fuck!?” He exclaims, and you swear to the flying fuck—

“Dear?” a velvety voice comes in, the door hinges creaking as it finally opens to the staff room and—

God, you wish you could take a picture of your beautiful grandmother’s face right now.

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synopsis: in which your fate somehow gets entangled into a messy jumble between punk music in cozy cafés, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. the question is; did the curse work?

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• featured song - im like a lawyer with the way im trying to get you off by fall out boy

• notes - meeEEEE AND YOUUUUUUUU SETTING ON AAAAA HONEYMOOOONNNNNNNNN give fall out boy a listen cuz GODDAMNNNuggghhh this song is an addiction i need it in my brain waves and also i think this song is popular in tiktok so i hope tjta helps UGGHHHH ME AND YOUUU SETTING ON A HONEYMOOONNIF I WOKE UP NEXT YO YOUUUUU

author's notes: how to quite literally force yourself to write? make a smau that has 60% writing in it. im not even joking dawg. but i love writing so😋😋😋 also can you tell im so ao3 style typa writing? i was gonna write more but then i realized that it's a goddamn smau hayss....

p.s - im passing the fuck out after this but oh my god we reached???? 700??? on the masterlist?? HELLO???? hello new followers omfmdkdndnd giggles okay stop

also totally-detailed schedule of the cafe shift:

Monday to Tuesday - Grandma and friends

Tuesday to Thursday - Hu Tao and granny friends

Friday to Saturday (interchanging) - [Name] and Scaramouche💜

afternoons to evenings in weekdays - double workers

mornings in weekdays - single worker

mornings to evenings in weekends - double workers

(ask to be added or removed)

[uhhhj13iguess]

peter parker x reader: roommates to lovers headcanons

tom!peter parker and fem!reader living together post high school (i really only used fem language in the last hc, the rest can be read however!)

masterlist and taglist!

you and peter moving into an apartment together during college at mit and becoming a thousand times closer than you were before, if that's even possible

your apartment would constantly be scattered with notes and textbooks from your late night study sessions, the air often filled with laughter at 3am when you're both nearly delusional from the lack of sleep

peter would be in and out at odd hours for his nightly patrols, and you always keep the window in the living room unlocked for him so he didn't wake you up pounding on the window to be let in at the ass crack of dawn (not that you found out from experience or anything...)

while he would try not to wake you, you'd grown to be a light sleeper, knowing most nights he would need help patching himself up. he would beg you to go back to bed, but you wouldn't have it, grabbing the sewing kit and helping him clean up

as shy as he is, I think we forget all too often how SASSY this man is, and he would get comfortable enough with you to snap back

"peter, holy shit you're bleeding!" "oh, is that what the red stuff is? really?"

peter isn't the cleanest roommate, but you never seem to mind picking up after him, knowing he's quite literally too focused on saving the lives of others. it also gave you an excuse to steal a sweatshirt now and then while picking up

speaking of, the first time peter came home from patrol and found you asleep on the couch in his sweatshirt, he nearly combusted

that night changed a lot of things in peter, seeing you in his clothes bringing his childhood crush on you out at an insane rate he just couldn't seem to bury anymore

peter can't cook to save his life, having had aunt may to take care of him up until moving in with you. you, on the other hand, loved to cook, especially for him. he would come home from class to find the apartment filled with the most heavenly scents, and all his stress would just disappear

the two of you would have routine movie nights, decking the living room out with a homemade fort and every single pillow/blanket you two owned. more often than not, you let peter pick what to watch, not able to resist the look of pure joy on his face as he queued up yet another star wars movie

these movie nights led to feelings beginning to fester in you as well, as halfway through, peter would be dead asleep and curled up into your side. sometimes he would fall asleep with his head in your lap as you played with his soft curls, and you couldn't imagine being anywhere else. you knew how hard he worked for everyone all the time, and being able to see his face in such a state of peace made your heart flutter (especially whenever he groaned at your touch in his sleep)

after about six months of living together, the vibes are genuinely unreadable. the lines between friends and more are wildly blurry, but neither of you would know how to say something, too happy in the bliss you were creating to mess it up by admitting your feelings (because what if they aren't reciprated? both dumbasses asked themselves while wrapped in each others arms on the couch)

tony, who comes to the apartment one day looking for peter, only to then see you walk into the room mid-conversation and establish the entire relationship for you

"oh, is this the girlfriend, kid?" "oh she's not, i mean we're not, i don't like, she's just my... roommate--" "I'm just your roommate?" "no! i mean, of course not, i just, we haven't, i mean i didn't-" "seems like this is a conversation i don't want to be here for. give me a ring after you're done with the misses, mkay?"

[mostlymarvelgirl]

Dean Winchester's Type

Let's talk about it. Cause why not?

Dean Dean Dean. He's probably that one guy in every group who's always the funniest, and probably the most chill. Well, atleast on the outside.

He has always been the same. Personality wise. But yeah, he's more of someone whose personality has hardened over the years. Hell, for all he knows, he knows deep down inside he's still figuring who he truly is.

(And NO, I'm not referring to him being in the closet)

So when you meet him for the first time, he's probably gonna lie about who he is. (Cause he's a hunter and probably investigating a case duh) Definitely is type of guy who notices a lot shit but you won't be able to tell at all considering his way of talking. He talks very casual. Makes you feel free. Makes you feel like it's just a simple conversation. But he's just determining whether you're a threat or not.

He's good at what he does. Because he was taught that way? Yeah, let's bring in that.

He spent most his childhood being an adult who's responsible for keeping his brother safe while irresponsible father (trash) was busy hunting the thing that killed their mom. He spent most his time taking care and spending time watching his dad. Which would explain his taste in music, sport, interests and hobbies. He didn't get time or make friends of his own age. It makes sense as he didn't get any time for himself to let his own thoughts decide his opinions on his likes and dislikes. Narcissistic parent effect? Yeah, definitely.

Don't be fooled by his casual demeanor and openness.

He's openly affectionate because he never got it. But you decide to hurt it, yeah... you're dead. So strap in and get ready to feel all those feelings you've never felt because he loves and falls too fast, he knows it's his weakness. But he can't help it, so he may not express it vocally, but you can see it visibly though his actions. He forgives, but doesn't forget. He's very willing to bring his trust back in you if you betray him unknowingly or accidentally or by some mistake. But just because he does it multiple times as you betray him (yes I'm talking about Cas and his dumbass) doesn't mean he'll be fine. He's gonna be okay. But if you cross a particular line, yeah... you're truly fucked. Pack your bags and leave the multiverse.

Now, let's get all juicy into the details and bring in his horoscope.

His sun is an aquarius. Obviously you can tell he truly deep down loves a rebellion. Not out of being defiant. But for the right principles. His own principles. (Like how many time has this man sold his soul) As you see later in the seasons, when he explores his own interests, you'll see that deep down, he hates control. He wants to be free. He hates rules. And, he's always ahead. Even when you don't see it. He's well prepared. Always five steps ahead.

Now coming to his Leo Moon. This man loves and absolutely craves for recognition and praise. Growing up, no one ever appreciated this sweetheart. Deep down, all he wanted was someone to see him. To be appreciated. And if he does, he glows. Like you can see that smile and a cute silly acts randomly. That sweet outburst which make no sense. (To you, not him) His inner child feels satisfied. It shines and glows. He'll never admit he wants this. But trust me, he does. He's a total sucker. And if he's not appreciated? Uff, let's not go to a depressed Dean. He's gets all broody and starts drinking dumps his feelings down. Probably even punch a wall or look at baby Sammy pictures or pictures of his mom.

His Ascendant? Saggitarius. That Dean Swagger. Blue Steel (Dean's Version)? Yep, this is it. The reason he likes the road no matter how cramped it is, it makes him feel free. Unchained. Not tied to a place. If you'd seen his life with Lisa, deep down, Dean wishes to travel. Explore. Sure, he wants family and stuff, but he's more of an adventurer and prefers someone who doesn't take that away from him. Now, his carefree and sarcasm layer... yeah you might get distracted by that and miss out how much emotional depth he's got deep down. He loves honesty. He forgives easy. He's blunt. He doesn't how much it hurts. He wants the real picture. He will understand you and he forgives. He's deep down a total softie. Don't lie to him. Please, he's very considerate. He loves. Hard and fast. So be nice. And honest.

Overall, he's very free spirited guy. He prefers someone who lets him explore the world. He doesn't like being tied down. As much as he craves affection, don't be overly clingy. He would absolutely will get annoyed. The last thing you wanna do is push him away. Sorry, but that's just the truth. So if you're someone who sees past his walls, someone who doesn't prefer overly clingy connection, honest, prefers deep connection (there's a difference between deep and clingy) and prefers free spiritedness... you're it. Go grab your Dean.

Now that we're done this... let's get to the spicy shit all you horny shits have been waiting for. Sex. How does he like it? When would it happen? Who would initiate it first? Who's freakier? At what stage of the relationship would it happen?

Now see, here's a difference. If it's a one night stand to blow off steam, he's gonna be freaky as fuck and be rough. Maybe soft. He'll be in full control. You can't do shit. He'll be respectful and hear you out obviously. But remember, he'll be incharge. This is the closest to what he gets a form if affectionate touch. He thinks this is only thing he doesn't mess up and is good at. Yes, he's insecure and seeks attention.

But when he gets into a serious relationship, it will be a few months or maybe days. Depends. Based on your preference, he'll ask you how or when you want it. Since, he's a good at reassuring, you might fold easy. He's good with comfort words. He knows and notices what you are insecure about. He will make sure one hundred percent that you fully open up to him before he makes love to you.

Now as for freakiness, he's a guy who's willing to try and give it a shot. He's open to suggestions. He's very open about what he likes and what he doesn't. He asks you. Keeps a note. He'd probably initiate the conversation after the first time you both do it. He loves to talk after sex. Makes him feel reassured. He wants feel that you both are at the same level of pace in thinking. And understanding. He would never do anything at all. To make you uncomfortable. Never. If it's a common kink and you don't want it, he just won't push it at all.

Sex for him is way to connect. It's for his reassurance. He will put your needs first. He will comfort you and give assurance. You will always feel like a queen and fulfilled.

So, in the end, he's a guy who wants love, freedom and explore. He gives and gives love and wants just appreciation and someone to understand him. Just the inner child wanting his freedom. Be a sweetheart and be kind and honest. And that'll be the best decision you'll make. So go grab your Dean today.

And that, is Dean Winchester's type.

Requested by the most wonderful Desi mutual @mahi-wayy

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[goodgirl-i]

SILENCE.

paige bueckers x fem!reader

part 1 | part 2

Silence is the ultimate keeper of secrets. It speaks volumes if you just listen.

Paige plays for UConn, and you're casual acquaintances through KK. It's all been stolen glances, run-ins at practice, then at home games. And hanging out with the UConn team. You and Paige are always so close, yet so far away.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You're kind of on a sick day thing, but you're totally fine, just chilling at home and skipping class. KK FaceTimes you, and you're still in bed even though it's lunchtime. You swipe to answer. On her camera, you can see she's in the UConn facilities, and you can hear a bunch of girls' voices in the background, probably the whole team.

"Yo, girl, are you still asleep?!" KK shouts so loud it feels like your eardrums are gonna burst.

"Dumbass, no. What do you want?"

"Maybe you have something you wanna tell me? My team's got a game today, and you have to come. You've still got time to get ready," KK continues.

"Oh, that's what's up. Of course, bestie, I'll be there since you're begging."

As soon as you say that, you hear screaming in the background like, "OMG, your girl's finally coming!" The whole team bursts out laughing. KK turns the camera to Paige, who's sitting next to her. You've only seen her a few times for a few seconds, not counting the games. Usually, it's just silence between you, and awkward smiles instead of saying hi. But now she's waving enthusiastically at KK's phone and smiling. She's so confident. You can't help but like it. But you don't say anything, you just end the call, because you look way too busted lying in your bed at home.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

You check yourself out in the mirror before heading out. Your hair has these soft, loose waves, and you're loving the slightly wavy look. You swipe some gloss on your lips. Time to go.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:And now you're sitting in the special seating for the players' guests. KK spots you and starts making faces. You wave back and mentally call her a dork.UConn won! It was a killer game from everyone, and you always love watching, especially how Paige would argue with the ref and get all fired up. You don't really get basketball, but it's clear that with every game, you're starting to fall for the sport. You head down from the stands to congratulate the girls in person. You walk up to KK and give her a hug."You were awesome, thanks for inviting me!""OMG, did you SEE that?! I'm shook, I'm ridiculously awesome, you want an autograph or something?" KK jokes.You're standing surrounded by the team, smiling at everyone and complimenting them on their game. A lot of people would probably kill to be in your shoes. You lock eyes with Paige, and you can tell she's been looking at you since you were talking to KK. She smiles at you, just as confident as before."Hey again, wonder if you'll actually answer me this time," Paige smirks."Hey," you reply coolly. You can tell she's trying to keep the conversation going, but she doesn't know how. You have no idea what the heck she's trying to do, or what she's after."We're planning on like, hitting up a restaurant to celebrate the win. Wanna come?" Paige is less confident now, she's probably afraid of being rejected. Her eyes dart around your face, nervously waiting for an answer, and she's fidgeting with the hem of her shorts.You nod at her offer, a smile on your face. After you smile, Paige starts smiling too. You figure, why not go out with the girls? You haven't been hanging out with anyone lately, and KK keeps telling you to live your life instead of just staying home and studying. So yeah! You decide to live your life and forget your doubts.

Waiting for the girls to get out of the showers and the locker room is a mission, but you make it happen. You all head to some Italian restaurant the team picked out. No one on the team seems to mind that you're tagging along. They're super loud, even louder than they are on FaceTime.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You're grabbing some food – honestly, whatever your fave Italian dish is. KK's on your right, Azzi's on your left, and Paige is sitting across from you. It's not quiet at this table, and nobody's holding back.

These girls are determined to get to know you. They're hitting you with a million questions: Do you have a boyfriend? Who's your favorite player on their team?

"Woah, chill! You guys are making me blush with all the questions. I don't have a favorite player, I like you all. And nope, no boyfriend here. I'm single." The girls collectively gasp at that, wondering how you could possibly be unattached.

"I just don't really hang out much, I'm usually studying or just chilling at home," you explain to the team.

The attention on you starts to die down, which is honestly fine by you, because you're not that into being the center of attention. You go to stretch your legs out under the table, and accidentally kick someone. By the look on Paige's face, you know it was her. You try to adjust so everyone's comfortable. She smiles at you again and nods, like it's no big deal.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

The evening with the team wraps up, and you surprisingly had a pretty good time. You all head back to the dorms together. (Oh yeah, BTW, Paige and KK are roommates in my story).

You say goodbye to the team, and you're left with KK, who walks you back to your room. It's less about being caring and more about her just wanting to spill some tea.

"Okay, I saw what was going on between you and Paige. You were being all cute chatting with her on the court," KK says, teasing you. She knows your type, and she knows you're like, the least social person ever, so that little chat with Paige was def something.

"KK, what are you talking about? Me and Paige? That's like, impossible. It was practically silent between us all dinner. And on the court, I don't even know what that was. I just wanna chill for now and not jump to any conclusions, you know me." KK's words definitely make you think about your feelings, and what you think of Paige. It's def food for thought, but not right now. Not tonight.

Then you and KK chat for a few more minutes, where she basically tries to convince you that it's time to open your heart to the world and to love. But you guys agree that you'll deal with that... tomorrow.

Whew, I really hope you liked that! Leave comments and likes, please!

[krosiefics]

i like it • lee minho

MDNI 18+

Synopsis: Minho and you are best friends, one night that changes. What happens when both catch feelings but one’s afraid of love? (Inspired by I Like It by Stray Kids)

WC: 3.9k

Tags: smut, angst, friends to fwb to lovers, afab!reader, jealousy, cursing, fear of loving someone, mutual pinning, situationship, hiding feelings, oneshot, fwb concept, friends to lovers. I’m probably forgetting more, I'm sorry.

MDNI tags under cut

MDNI Warnings: softdom!minho, piv, unprotected sex (plz dont),thigh riding -if you squint-, grinding, fingering (f. receiving), creampie, missionary…probably forgetting some

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“Yah, wait up!” Minho called out to you. Turning around, you waited for your best friend to catch up. “What?” “Ice cream?”

“We’ve gotta study dumbass.” You grimace continuing to walk, midterms were coming up and you weren’t about to fail. “Jeez, you’re so boring.” Minho pouts, flailing his arms in defeat. “Midterms are at the end of the week, and if I don’t pass I could lose my scholarship.” You frown, trying to make him understand, though you’ve told him countless times before.

“I know, I know.” The brown haired boy sighed, “Your place or mine?” You glanced over at the boy who spoke, “Why the fuck would we go to yours?” You furrow your brows, a small chuckle leaving your mouth. “Because you love my cats.” Minho tilts his head in a matter-of-factly way. “I don’t get how you haven’t been caught with them in your apartment yet.” Minho simply shrugs, not even he knows how the landlord hasn’t found out.

The two of you round the corner of the dorm building. Climbing up the stairs to the floor where your apartment is. You unlock the door, allowing Minho to follow in behind you. You settle your things down on the counter, Minho does the same with his backpack. Studying, reading, writing, and a little talking is all that happened that night. Minho had dozed off to sleep by the time it was midnight, laying his body on the small sofa in your studio apartment. You powered through till about two in the morning before plopping over on the floor.

~

Midterms were finally over and you thankfully passed. Minho passed too, though he barely studied he still managed to pass all of his classes.

“Yo Min! Y/N!” A familiar voice called out to you and your best friend as you walked out of the main hall at the university. Jisung ran up to the both of you excitedly, “Party at mine tonight!” Jisung beamed before running off to tell more of his friends that were walking into the main hall.

“Party?” Minho smirked at you, nudging your side with his elbow. You simply shook your head disapprovingly. “Oh c’mon! We passed, we get to celebrate now!” Minho pouted, you stared at his face, eyes trailing down to his lips, noticing how soft and plump they looked. You realize what you’re doing, praying that Minho hadn’t noticed- he didn’t- your cheeks warmed at your thoughts. “Fine, party.” You mumbled in agreeance, walking away from the situation before you dwelled on it for too long.

You kept dwelling on it. Even after going your separate ways to get ready for Jisung’s party. Your mind still thought about his lips, your best friend’s lips. The more you thought about it the more your thoughts developed. How soft were they? Were they rough? Was he a good kisser?

By the time you knew it, Minho was already knocking at your front door, waiting to pick you up.

“Going!” You quickly glanced in the mirror, your face was red, walking out of the bathroom to the door, hoping the strange redness could pass off for over blushing. You open the door before quickly turning around, grabbing your things before heading straight out the door. “Yah, I didn’t even get to step inside!” You kept walking, your thoughts swirling around in your brain were too distracting.

Minho raced after you down the stairs and to his car. He unlocked the car and opened the door, like he usually does, before heading to his side, getting in and turning on the black sedan. At that moment he realized something. “Are you okay?” Minho worried, his hand touched your arm lightly. “You’re super red.”

You squeezed your eyes shut before shaking your head, “I’m fine just over blushed.” You lied, your cheeks reddened even more, though this time from embarrassment and not from unholy thoughts about your best friend’s lips.

Minho retracted his hand, unbeknownst to you his palms were sweating and his heart was racing. He put the car in drive and drove off to Jisung and Changbin’s apartment.

~

It was loud, obnoxiously loud. Music about sex was blaring through the speakers, people were making out on the couch and in the corners of the living room, the very same living room that was trashed with food and plastic cups everywhere. You swore you saw a couple humping each other at one point. Your senses were overloaded. You hated this, you wanted to go home.

“Hey Y/N! I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” A deep voice boomed from your right, looking towards the voice you see Felix and Chan smiling like idiots, clearly already drunk. “How’s it goin’ I haven’t seen you since orientation.” Chan had helped you out during orientation day, he was your upperclassman, though he never treated you as if he was of some sort of higher class. “I’m good, what about you two?” You shout over the music.

Chan nods, giving you a thumbs up. “Good, kinda wanting to get laid though. Anyone caught your eye yet?” Felix chuckles, his eyes scanning the room as if he had some people in mind.

You shake your head at his question. Though you follow his gaze, scanning the room as well until you land on one specific person, Minho. The brown haired boy was holding a red plastic cup, most likely filled with some sort of alcohol, he brought the cup up to his lips and- there it is…those thoughts flooded your mind again as you stared at his lips. You suddenly were brought out of your daze by the smile he gave you, you immediately flushed…did he just catch you staring at his lips?!

Avoiding his gaze, you turn to Chan and notice him staring at you already. You hadn’t even noticed Felix walking off to talk to Changbin. Chan’s eyes flickered down to your lips, he chucked awkwardly, “Sorry, your lips are so pretty, I kinda got distracted.” You couldn’t think anymore, too many things were bombarding your brain. You acted before you could even think as you sealed your lips on his, hoping to distract yourself from whatever fucking mental disaster is happening to you right now.

Minho was still looking at you when you kissed Chan. His eyes automatically darkened as he stared at the two of you making out. His jaw clenched when Chan brought his hand to your hips, squeezing at the flesh there, the flesh that he’s always wanted under his fingers. He fisted his hands as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he guided you to the wall, gently pressing you against it. Oh fuck no was this happening, not on his watch.

Minho stormed over, snatching your hand from Chan, pulling you out of his hold so quickly that you couldn’t even say anything before you were at least twenty feet away from Chan. “Hey Min! What the fuck!”

“We’re leaving.” Minho huffed out angrily, he shoved his way through the crowd and made his way out of the apartment, dragging you with him.

“I was about to get laid! Now who’s the boring one.”

“Just get in the fucking car Y/N-“ Minho softened his voiced realizing he was starting to raise it, “Please.”

You couldn't think, and quite frankly you couldn’t care to think. The frustrated boy opened the car door for you, his jaw still clenched. Frankly you didn’t want to piss him off more, so you just entered the car. The drive to your apartment was quiet, a heavy tension settling between the two of you.

You wondered why he suddenly got so ticked and bothered. Did he actually notice you staring at his lips? Was it the kiss? Why would the kiss bother him? By the time Minho pulled into your apartment complex’s parking lot, you were still overthinking. Today has been so weird. You thought to yourself, mentally cursing yourself for all the things you’ve thought and done today. The door suddenly opening brought you out of your mind, you never even noticed Minho turning off the car nor getting out.

Minho walked you to your front door. You felt awkward with this strange tension, sure you’ve fought before but there’s never been this kind of tension between you before. You glance over at the dark haired boy who had immediately walked and plopped down on the sofa. “Min?” You call softly, making your way next to Minho’s spot on the sofa. He pinched the bridge of his nose, face scrunched deep in thought. “What’s wrong?” You sigh, resting your hand on his forearm. Minho simply shook his head, dismissing your question.

“Min?” You frown, wanting to understand why he suddenly dragged you away like that, “It’s nothing, just fucking drop it!” Minho exclaimed. “Okay, what the fuck is happening?!” You pull your hand away, now you’re getting pissed. “First you get pissed and drag me out of the party after I was so close to getting laid, and now you won’t tell me why you dragged me outta there!” “I told you it’s nothing!” He protested, “If it was ‘nothing’ you wouldn’t be here yelling about it being ‘nothing’! You’re just jealous I was gonna get-“

You were cut off mid-sentence as Minho’s lips found yours. His lips move roughly against yours, his hands grabbing at your hips. You gasp at his action, pushing him away. “Fuck, I was jealous.” He admitted, hs face flushed red, “I don’t know why, I didn’t want you to fuck him.” Minho’s voice softens, he fucked up, he knows he did. He ruined our friendship. “Motherfucker.” You breath out shakily, you tried to comprehend what Minho was saying, but the lingering feeling of his lips on yours blurred everything. “I’m sorry, I fucked up. I wouldn’t blame you if you hate me- mmph.” You cut him off this time with your lips, cupping his face in your hands before pulling away. “You’re lips are so fucking soft, better than what I imagined.” You pulled Minho back into a rough, messy kiss. Minho didn’t kiss back, he couldn’t, his mind was too busy going over your words, ‘better than what I imagined’. Had you imagined his lips before? Is that why you were staring at him weirdly at the party earlier?

“Fuck, sorry.” You pant pulling away from him, noticing how he never kissed back. “Don’t be.” Minho grunted before pushing you softly against the wall, his lips reattaching to yours. He trailed his lips down towards your neck, gently sucking at the skin there. You bit your lip to prevent any moans to slip out, Minho nudged your legs apart with his thigh, slipping it between your mini-skirt covered thighs. Your hands make their way into Minho’s brown hair, entangling it with your fingers. Pulling the hair at the nape of his neck when he bites down on your collarbone.

A small whimper fell from your lips, Minho pulled away to look at you. The way your chest heaved with your shaky breaths, the way your face twisted with pleasure, the way your cheeks were flushed red, and your lips so swollen. The sight sent arousal straight to his twitching cock. “Is this okay?” Minho asked quietly as his hands surrounded the curve of your ass. Your eyes fluttered open, “Yeah.” You hummed, rolling your hips into his, desperate for any sort of friction.

Minho suddenly pulled away from the wall, still holding you by the ass, guiding your bodies towards your bed. He gently pushed you down onto the mattress, soaking in your beauty from his view from above. “So pretty, just for me babe?” Minho smirked, though he was teasing you, there was truth behind his compliment. “Min, I swear if you don’t fucking do something, I’m gonna kick you out.” You huffed, your cunt throbbing and yearning to be touched. “Okay, okay.” He chuckled, his hand reaching down towards your inner thigh, he parted them again with his knee. Spreading you open as your mini-skirt bunched up at your hips, revealing the panties you wore, a faint wet patch displayed.

Minho was dazed, he couldn’t stop staring at you, your body, the girl he’s liked for years was laid out underneath him, wanting for him to touch her. “You okay?” You exhale, noticing how your best friend stalled at the sight. “Yeah,” Minho blinked, his eys shifting back to yours, “God I really wanna fuck you.”

“Please do.”

Something was triggered inside Minho, he immediately stripped you both of your clothes, tossing them somewhere in the studio, leaving the two of you in just undergarments. His hands ran alongside your body, sculpting it into his memory. Minho’s finger trailed closer to the place where you needed him the most. He hooked his fingers on your panty, slowly pulling it to the side, exposing your leaking cunt that was begging to be touched. You whimper as he traces his finger along your wet folds, Minho pushes at your entrance, his fingers slipping in and out as he stretches you out. He shoves his hands down his boxers, pumping his hardened cock.

“Min, please. Fuck me.” You whined, he pulled his fingers down so that he could pull off his boxers. Finally freeing his cock, Minho pools his underwear by his ankles, grabbing you by the hips and repositioning your body comfortably at the edge of the bed.

He watched as you bit your lip from the feeling of him rubbing his cock against your bare cunt. Minho let out a soft groan as he finally entered you, he went slow at first allowing you to adjust to his size. “God, you’re so beautiful.” You hum as your cheeks flush at his praise.

You didn’t know where these compliments were coming from, sure Minho’s called you pretty before, but it was different this time- well no shit- it felt more intimate, like he really meant it and wasn't just saying it to make you feel better. Minho started thrusting slowly, you studied how his features scrunched up in ecstasy, a red hue spread throughout his cheeks to the tips of his ears, how his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat as he fastened his pace. It was all so hot, it drove you closer to your climax.

“Oh fuck, Min, I’m so close.” You moaned out, gripping his back. “Almost there too babe.” You groan at the pet name. Minho moved one of his hands to your clit and started rubbing it, “There you go, you’re being such a good girl, letting me fuck your pussy like this.” He grunts in your ear. His words along with the erotic squelching sounds that bounced off the apartment’s wall was enough to finally drive you over the edge. “C’mon baby, cum for me.” Minho continued ramming into you, whining at the overstimulation for a few more seconds until his thrusts became sloppy as he neared his orgasm, “Where do you want it?” “Inside, cum in me Min.” Minho’s vision went white, filling you up as his orgasm overflowed him. His warmth filling you. “So good.” He sighed, pulling out of your cunt. You laid there for a few moments after cleaning up your bodies before drifting off to sleep.

~

The sun peeked through the window, pulling the covers over your face at the light. Clacking of dishes finally pulls you out of your slumber, you turn over and peek through the soft comforter to see Minho in your kitchen making some breakfast. He didn’t have a shirt on, his back with faint scratch marks facing you, the memories of last night flooding your mind. Holy shit, I just slept with my best friend.

You couldn’t face him, what does that make you guys now? More than friends obviously, but partners? Hookup buddies? Friends with benefits? The realization that this could probably fuck up your relationship finally dawned on you.

You throw the comforter off of your body, rolling out of bed you stretch your arms above your head relieving some of the pain in your lower back. Minho must’ve noticed you, he turned around with a soft smile. “Morning, did I wake you?” He frowned, turning off the stove and making his way towards you. The scar on his stomach catches your eye, Minho was usually insecure about not wearing a shirt around others because of it, the scar drew uncomfortable and unwanted questions, he only really had told you what had happened, so you smile whenever he shows it, you feel his trust in you.

“Yeah, but it’s already kinda late anyways.” You chuckle, glancing at the clock. Thank God it’s the weekend. “Um, can we talk though, about…” You start, sucking in a breath hinting at last night, Minho just stared at you for a few seconds trying to think of what to say. “What’s there to talk about?” He decided on. “Wh-What?!” You scoffed, taken aback by his answer, “Minho we literally fucked last night…we’ve been friends for over six years! ‘Friends’ don't do that!” Minho simply shook his head, “It doesn't have to mean anything, and besides, you ever heard of friends with benefits?” You roll your eyes at his snarky response, Minho simply cocks his brow. “So what are we then?”

“Friends.” Minho shrugged, you gave him an exacerbated look, “Friends who fuck?” You smack his arm playfully. He lets out a laugh, “I don’t know, if it happens it happens. C’mon forget about it, let's eat breakfast.”

~

And it did happen, every other day it did. You’d get off with each other, a continuous sick-cycle carousel that never seemed to end. Night after night you’d lay in your bed wondering what the two of you were. Minho would make you breakfast, flirt with you, and ‘jokingly’ take you on dates as if you were dating. Over those weeks you started developing feelings towards him, you know you shouldn’t but if you’re honest with yourself you’ve loved this man for the longest time, given you loved him as your best friend, you’ve seen him at his lowest and he’s seen you at yours. You’ve watched him grow as a person, he’s always been there for you, what is there to not love about him. You loved this man, you loved your best friend, you loved Minho.

Fuck.

You needed to tell him, but you couldn’t tell him. You didn’t want to ruin what you already had with him, these past six years of friendship. You couldn't do that, you wouldn’t. Not until you let it slip one day after one of your hookups.

“What do you mean you want me to stop acting all boyfriendy? What the fuck does that even mean?!” Minho frowned, his arms crossing after placing a glass of water on my bedside table. “I just think it’s weird since we aren't dating…just fucking.” It hurt your heart to say that, though it was the truth, and he knew it was too. “Okay so you just want me to just stop being nice?” Minho’s voice began to raise in volume, his defensiveness coming up. “No, just the flirting, holding hands, the ‘dates’, the touchiness when we're not you know…that’s more for couples.”

“What’s that even supposed to mean?! Why are you even bringing this up all of the sudden? Do you-” A sudden dawning occurred to Minho, “Do you like someone?” Your cheeks flushed, I guess now’s the time. “And what if I do?” You remark, silently praying that you don't actually say the words you’ve been dreading to say for weeks.

“Y/N.” He says in a warning manner. “Why do you even care?!” You burst, anxiety and anger rising in you, “You’re not my boyfriend!” Minho’s heart dropped, he knew he wasn’t your boyfriend though he felt like he could portray it after all you’ve done together. He yearned for you, in more than a friends with benefits kind of way, but he was scared, scared of having his heart broken again.

“Who is it?” Minho mumbled under his breath, “No, I’m not going to tell you- mmph.” Minho cut you off with a kiss, frustration clouding his mind. You push him off of you, shoving him away. “You did not just fucking- what are we doing?!” You cried out of frustration, a small tear cascading down your cheeks. “We never- we weren’t like this…what are we?!”

“Stop asking that fucking question, I’ve already told you we’re friends!”

“And I’ve already told you, friends don’t kiss, they don’t hook up just because, they don’t hold hands or go on dates, and friends don’t fucking catch feelings for the other- shit, this is all so fucking confusing!” Your voice cracked between your cries, you didn’t even care that you confessed, you wanted your best friend…that’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“What do you mean ‘catch feelings for the other’?” Minho’s gaze darkened as he neared you again. Your hands raise up to push him away. “Y/N, do you lik-“

“Yes I fucking like you, how could I not! And it fucking hurts you know that, the way you treat me so well, I’m torturing myself by staying in whatever this has become.” You gesture between the two of you.

“I do know how bad it hurts!” Minho exclaims, “You don’t know how long I’ve liked you…and I’d never act on it cuz I care for you too much, I didn’t want to lose you.” Your face softened at his confession, tears continued falling from your eyes. “Why are you-“

“Because I’m scared, okay!” Minho yelled, tears falling from his eyes, “I’m scared.” His voice softened. You’ve only ever seen Minho cry one time, it was when he got his heart broken by this girl he dated for four years. He had loved her, truly loved her and she stomped on his heart. “I don’t want it- I don’t want to end up like last time.”

“But what if we don’t end up like that?” You sniffle, “What if we live through life and move in together. What if we’re happy?”

“We were happy for four years-” Minho takes a sharp breath, “love hurts and I don’t- I can’t…” He frantically shakes his head, his breathing unstable as he sobs, hands covering his face.

“I love you,” You state, “not just as a friend. I don’t know why it took me so long to see it, I don’t wanna lose you, and I don’t want you to push me away, the thought of that scares me…but I won’t stop loving you Min, never. You’re my best friend.” Minho looked at you from behind his hands, you hesitantly walked closer to him, taking his hands in yours, pulling them away from his face and intertwining them. You look down at your hands and smile through your tears. His eyes shifted to your hands as well.

You suddenly pull him into a tight hug, Minho melts into your hold, his arms reciprocating your hold. “I just want us to figure out what it’s that we’ve got going on.” You smile weakly, Minho leans to kiss the top of your head.

“I love you.” He finally says, dried tear stains on his flushed cheeks, “God I love you so fucking much.” Minho smiles before cupping your face and kissing your lips. You smile into the kiss. You both pull away before Minho engulfs you into another hug, “I love you.”

“I love you too Min.”

[howi99]

A knight second chance 18

After an extensive explanation of everything that happened

Cinder: *rubbing her temples* Let me get this straight; Qrow Branwen, the strongest Huntsman in Vale and Ozpin third in command, and Roman Torchwick, who i just learned is the reason for Lionheart being caught and who undermined my plans since the beginning, works for you?

Jaune: They aren't working FOR me, they are working WITH me.

Cinder: *Roll her eyes* Same difference-

Jaune: *cutting her with a smirk* There is, actually. *Sigh* I'm not expecting Roman to stop being a thief because it would make my life easier, for example. All i asked him was to help me thwart your and Salem's plans. Funny how easy it is to get someone's trust, when they know the stakes at hands.

Cinder: *crossing her arms* And what now? You do realize that she'll go after us, right? Salem is... *wince* not really the "forgive and forget" kind of woman.

Jaune: What gave you that idea? The millennial feud or the fact she installed a deathswitch on you in the form of a parasitic Grimm?

Cinder: *deadpan* Sarcasm doesn't befit you.

Jaune: *smile* And i didn't take you for someone who'd state the obvious. *Pensive* I already took into consideration that she'll probably try something against you. Probably send Tyrian to kill you or something.

Cinder: And what about you?

Jaune: Well, she'll probably try to kill me too but-

Cinder: *shake her head* From what i saw of you in your memories, you wouldn't mind dying if it's to protect others. She might want to get you at first, but she'll quickly change her plans. *Leaning her back against the wall* Tell me; how well protected is your family?

Jaune: ... *Dropping his smile entirely* Shit. *Start running*

Mercury: *who was listening to the conversation* And you have a crush on this idiot?

Cinder: *frown* I might be unable to torch you alive, but i can still beat you up quite easily.

Mercury: *holding up his hands* Just saying, forgetting that big of a weakness is kind of a dumbass move.

Emerald: ... *Looking at Neo* So anyway, what were you two talking about before he brought us in?

Neo: *texting* I asked him if he wanted me to kill you all in your sleep. He said no... multiple times 😒😒😒

Emerald: ... Good thing he's a good guy and not someone like us; we'd be dead otherwise.

_ _ _

Roman: What?

Jaune: *out of breath* I *huff* god that's a long walk, i need you to make me a new identity hidden from the public! I need it yesterday!

Roman: *blink* Why?

Jaune: Remember the immortal witch?! Well, i need to make her believe that i am NOT Jaune Arc so that she won't go after those i can't protect!

Roman: ... You just realized she could go after your family, right?

Jaune: YES!

Roman: *sigh* ... I'll do what i can-

Jaune: *hugging him* Thank you, you despicable thief!

Roman: *trying his best to get out* Stop that, i don't swing this way unless my life depends on it or if i'm incredibly drunk!

[l8niteth0ts]

Hi @l8niteth0ts ! I have a request if that’s alright with you

It's a levi x reader... y/n is petite (she's 5 feet slightly shorter than our shorty!!!mao) anyway she's insecure because she's flat chested. She's unaware that she's a bit popular thanks to her beauty and her sweet personality(her and levi are already in a relationship) she doesn't realize that she's lusted after some of the men. She internally gets territorial because petra tries to make a move on levi, he's indifferent towards her advances but y/n doesn't know... she walks away before she sees it. Meanwhile with levi he gets very territorial because he notices (either eren or jean i'm not picky) are flirting and making advances toward his woman!. Both are immensely sexually frustrated because it’s been 3 months full of cockblocks and misunderstandings .Once they both talk it out about their jealousy's including reader feeling insecure about the size of her small breasts. Later on that night they have rough/gentle/possessive sex, both mark one another to show the other scouts "this person's mine". On a comic note levi takes it out on his cadets and kicks eren and jeans asses because as usual they're fighting and being dumbasses Imfao. Any who back to the sex scene lol!... since the couple are sexually frustrated levi goes all out meaning he creampies our reader multiple times at the minimum of 4 rounds. (The man has stamina !! R.i.p readers legs lol) please please include anal sex (if you’re comfortable writing it ) it'd be super hot if reader turns "humanities strongest" into a moaning mess by giving him head, nipple play (he’d be sensitive there) fingers him anally (fair is fair *swoons*) . actually both are moaning messes since they both denied themselves of sex.. also because of that reader has high stamina . And afterwards the couple have a fluffy moment of aftercare... the following morning both levi and reader are heavily marked. Both petra and (eren or jean you pick) see the huge hickeys and implying to take the hint and to fuck off. Of course we can't forget hange!! Once they see the couple's mark's they tease both levi and reader relentlessly. Resulting in the couple turning tomato red basically a blushing mess... hange tells them in a teasing way whole HQ could hear their lovemaking. Levi calls bullshit on that and tells hange "fuck off shitty glasses!!!!. fyi the whole hallway from where levi's bedroom is heard the couple's moaning and screaming. I really hope cinnamon roll armin didn't hear the lovemaking he'd be traumatized Imfao!! 😂

𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓: 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: After months of jealousy and misunderstandings, Levi and his petite lover finally hash out their feelings, and leave no room for misunderstandings anymore.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 (𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈): Four rounds, vaginal sex, anal sex, anal fingering (male receiving), blowjob, etc. Petite reader (flat chested and short), some funny banter at the end with Hange, all in all a fun trip! Little bit of ooc Levi maybe.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3,881

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Thank you so much, my dear friend, for the request! I apologize it took so long to get out, and I apologize if it's kinda all over the place. I wrote lots of things in this I've never written before! I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to leave a like, comment, and feel free to reblog! I am grateful for all of you—thank you for reading my work!

𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

“𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.”

You don’t mean to see it. Petra reaching out, her hand brushing Levi’s arm as she leans in too close. The way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, flashing that little smile like she’s sharing some secret with him. He doesn’t smile back, but he also doesn’t move away.

Your throat tightens.

You glance down at your chest, suddenly hyper-aware of how your uniform clings to your small frame. Your shirt doesn’t quite fill out the way Petra’s does. You’ve always been petite, barely scraping five feet, and next to her, you feel like a kid playing soldier. Flat, forgettable, plain.

It shouldn’t matter. Levi’s your boyfriend. He curls around you at night, wraps you in blankets like you’re fragile, like he can’t sleep unless he knows you're safe. He calls you soft things in private, kisses your forehead and wrist and cheek like they’re sacred ground.

But he didn’t pull away. And you walked away before you could see more.

You don't see the way Levi’s face twists in irritation as Petra keeps talking, brushing her hair behind her ear again, clearly fishing for something. You don’t see how his eyes follow you as you exit the room, how he doesn’t even register Petra’s last comment. All he sees is you leaving.

Later, at dinner, you're too quiet. You pick at your food, stare at your water glass. Everyone’s chattering like usual—Hange going on about their latest Titan theory, Sasha and Connie laughing too loud, Jean and Eren bickering. You tune it out.

Then it happens.

A hand on your chair. Jean leans in close behind you, too close.

"Hey," he murmurs near your ear, voice low and casual. "You good? You look a little... tense. I could help with that, y’know." He flashes a grin that’s supposed to be charming.

You blink, startled. "What?"

"You just always look so serious," he says. "It's cute. Kinda intimidating. I like it."

You’re about to tell him to fuck off, politely, when a glass shatters across the room.

Everyone freezes. Your eyes shoot to Levi, who's standing now, hand twitching at his side, the remains of his tea on the floor. His stare could cut steel, and it’s locked on Jean.

Jean blinks. "Uh… Captain?"

Levi doesn’t say a word. Just turns on his heel and walks out of the mess hall.

Your heart stutters.

You find him in his office ten minutes later, leaning against the wall, arms crossed tight, jaw clenched so hard you’re surprised his teeth haven’t cracked. The door clicks shut behind you.

“You broke a glass,” you say quietly.

“You let him touch you,” he bites out without looking at you.

You freeze. “You let Petra flirt with you.”

He finally turns to look at you, and it’s the first time you’ve seen Levi look genuinely pissed at you. “I didn’t let her do shit.”

You fold your arms. “You didn’t stop her.”

“And you didn’t stop that little shit from leaning over you like you were his.”

“That’s not fair—”

“No, it’s not,” he snaps. “It’s not fucking fair that I haven’t touched you in three months. That every time I want a second alone with you, we’re interrupted. That I’ve had to watch you smile at other men while I’m stuck pretending I don’t want to throw you over the nearest table and remind everyone exactly who you belong to.”

Your breath catches. Your legs go weak.

He steps closer. “You think I want Petra?” he growls. “I have you. And you think some little bitch with tits is gonna change that?”

You flinch at the vulgarity, but your heart stutters, because he’s never talked like this. He’s never looked this possessive.

“You didn’t even look at me,” you whisper.

“I always look at you,” he snarls, and grabs your chin. “You’re the only fucking thing I ever look at.”

You try not to cry. “I just—I’m not… like other girls. I know I’m small, and flat, and—”

Levi cuts you off with a kiss so harsh it almost hurts. His hands fist in your collar, yanking you closer, teeth dragging your bottom lip. When he pulls away, his voice is ragged.

“Say one more thing about your body like it’s a fucking flaw and I’ll make you cry for real,” he rasps. “You’re mine. You’re perfect. And if you think for one second that I don’t notice how many assholes look at you like they’d sell their souls to touch you—then you’re fucking blind.”

Your knees wobble.

And Levi finally snaps.

“You’re coming with me. Now.”

Your body is already trembling as Levi kisses you again, deeper this time, possessive. You can taste the frustration on his tongue, the months of teasing tension, of interrupted touches and longing looks, all simmering to a boil. His hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure his fingers will leave marks. You hope they do.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to speak, his voice low, rough. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

You nod, throat tight, and crawl up the mattress with shaking limbs. The anticipation alone is nearly unbearable. Levi’s weight shifts behind you, and you feel his eyes dragging down the curve of your back, your waist, your ass. He groans under his breath, and you hear the soft rustle of his cravat being pulled loose, his jacket tossed aside. When he climbs onto the bed behind you, you feel his heat—close, radiating.

You whimper softly when his hands grab your hips again, dragging you back toward the edge of the bed until your knees are barely on the mattress and your back arches naturally. He runs a palm slowly over your ass, squeezing once, hard.

“You have any idea,” he growls, “what it’s been like? Not being able to touch you like this?”

You don’t get a chance to answer before he leans in and sinks his teeth into the swell of your ass, hard enough to sting. You cry out softly, hips bucking, but he pins you easily.

“I’ll make sure they all know who you belong to,” he mutters against your skin, pressing open mouthed kisses along your back between bites. He leans up, unbuttoning his pants with an incredible speed. His pants fall loosely around his knees as he kneels behind you. He fists his hard, already dripping cock, and groans.

You feel the blunt head of his cock slide along your slit, thick and hot and already leaking with precum. He groans again, this time more ragged.

“You’re soaked,” he rasps. “Fuck—this what happens when you get jealous, too?”

You whine, nodding, and push back against him. “Please…”

He chuckles darkly. “You’ll get it. Don’t worry.”

Levi doesn't ease in gently, he's past the point of gentle. The stretch of him is intense, bordering on painful, but it’s exactly what you need. He holds your hips tightly, slowly pulling back and thrusting in again with a sharp snap. Your moans spill out helplessly, muffled by the bedding, and he groans low in his throat, head dropping forward.

“Three months,” he pants. “Three months of watching you walk around in those tight little shirts with no fucking bra. Three months of watching other guys stare at what’s mine. I should’ve bent you over the table the second I saw them look.”

He keeps fucking you, hard, deep, relentless. Your hands tremble from the force of it, your back arching further with every thrust.

Then he leans down, mouth pressing to the back of your neck.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he growls. “Not once. Not twice. Four times. You want that? Want my cum dripping out of you, pretty little thing?”

You nod frantically, barely able to breathe. “Yes-yes, Levi, please—”

His pace gets rougher. Punishing. Possessive. But when you cry out again, he shifts, one hand slipping beneath your body to pinch and roll your nipple. You wail, legs shaking beneath you, and that finally breaks him.

“God—fuck—mine,” Levi growls, and you feel him twitch, then spill inside you with a ragged, broken moan.

He doesn’t pull out.

He doesn’t even stop.

You’re still gasping, trembling from the aftershocks, when Levi shifts behind you. He stays buried inside your cunt, cock twitching and already hardening again. You whimper at the fullness, your knees giving out beneath you, but he doesn’t let you fall.

His hands slide up your back, gentle now, soothing. “Doing okay?” he mutters, breathless. “Too much?”

You shake your head. “Not even close.”

A small, dangerous smirk curls at his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

He finally pulls out, and the feeling of his cum leaking down your thighs is both filthy and perfect. But before you can gather your breath, he grabs you by the hips and flips you onto your back, crawling up your body like a man starved. His mouth finds your chest—your small, sensitive chest—and kisses it like it’s the most sacred thing in the world.

“Fucking idiots,” he mutters between kisses. “All of them. They don’t get it. They don’t see how perfect you are.”

You shiver beneath him as his mouth closes around your nipple, and you gasp. He flicks his tongue once, twice, then rolls the other between two calloused fingers. The attention makes you arch off the bed, keening.

“You’re sensitive here,” he breathes, clearly taking note. “Bet I could make you cum just from this.”

You let out a strangled moan, and Levi grins against your skin. “Maybe later.”

He kisses his way down your stomach, slow and reverent, until he’s between your thighs again. You’re raw, dripping, pulsing—and you expect him to just fuck you again. But instead, he hooks your thighs over his shoulders and leans in, tongue flicking out to taste the mess he made.

You cry out, thighs squeezing around his head. “L-Levi—oh my God—”

He groans against you. “You taste like me. Fuck, that’s hot.”

His tongue works fast—pointed, skilled, merciless. And when you’re right on the edge, again, he pulls back with a dark chuckle.

You whimper in frustration, but he hushes you gently, crawling up your body. “C’mere,” he says, voice low. “Return the favor.”

You sit up shakily, fingers fumbling with his belt as he watches with a flushed face, still panting from everything you’ve done so far. You free his cock, which is still hard, glistening, and flushed, and stroke him slowly, teasing the slit with your tongue.

He groans, head tipping back. “Fuck. Just like that…”

You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, and bobbing your head slowly at first. His thighs tremble under your hands, and you hum at the taste of yourself still lingering on him. His hand tangles in your hair, but he doesn’t thrust. Not yet. He wants to feel it.

“God, you’re good at that,” he rasps. “So fucking good with that mouth…”

His breathing turns ragged as you suck harder, your hands working what your mouth can’t. And when you graze his balls lightly, he shudders, a breathy little noise leaving his lips.

You pull off for just a moment, licking your lips. “You wanna feel even better?”

Levi blinks down at you, dazed. “What—?”

You trail your fingers lower. Gently. Slowly. Between his legs. To the tight, sensitive spot beneath.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” you whisper.

Levi stiffens—just for a second. But then, he nods. Just once.

You go slow—slicking your fingers first, teasing around the rim until he relaxes for you. Then, gently, you push in.

Levi moans—a raw, broken sound he clearly wasn’t expecting from himself. His eyes flutter shut, head falling back, one hand fisting the sheets while the other stays tangled in your hair.

You pump your fingers in and out gently, curling them just so, and take his cock back into your mouth at the same time.

He’s shaking. Whimpering. “Holy fuck—g-gonna cum—shit—!”

He doesn’t last long like that.

Levi falls apart, twitching in your mouth as his cock pulses, spilling hot and thick down your throat while his entire body trembles around your touch. His back arches beautifully. His thighs quake. And that voice, low, wrecked, vulnerable, spills from his lips like a prayer.

You ease him through it, pulling off gently, wiping your lips. You withdraw your fingers carefully, and his whole body shudders again. His cheeks are flushed, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“You…” he pants. “You’re fucking evil.”

You grin at him, breathless. “You love it.”

He doesn’t deny it.

He kisses you, messy and slow, and then pulls you back down onto the bed. “Turn over,” he murmurs.

“More?” you whisper, wide eyed.

“Four times, remember?” he smirks. “And I’m not done marking you.”

You roll over, and this time, you feel him nudge lower—not at your cunt, but your ass. You gasp.

“L-Levi—”

“I’ll go slow,” he promises, already rubbing slick between your cheeks. “Just relax for me.”

When he finally presses into your ass, you cry out at the stretch, burying your face in the blankets. His hand presses to the small of your back to steady you.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he groans. “You take me so well…”

He starts moving, slow at first, then deeper, then harder, as your moans fill the room again. His name leaves your lips in choked sobs. He holds your hips firmly, pulling you back onto him with every thrust.

You’re wrecked.

And when he cums inside your ass, too—throbbing, growling, trembling—it’s with a shudder so intense it knocks the breath out of you both.

He pulls you close after that, curling around you, arms wrapped tight.

“You’re mine,” he whispers. “Don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re mine.”

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake, you’re half on your side, Levi’s body wrapped tight around you. His arm is banded over your stomach, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin.

You're sore. Wrecked. Deliciously ruined.

And yet—

You press your thighs together with a soft whimper.

You’re still wet.

Levi shifts behind you. “Mm… you okay?” he murmurs, voice rasping with sleep.

You nod, breath hitching. “Just sore.”

His hand strokes your stomach slowly, sliding lower, brushing between your thighs. You gasp as his fingers find your soaked folds.

“Oh?” He hums. “Still needy?”

You squirm in his hold, flushing. “You didn’t… finish marking me yet.”

That snaps him awake.

“Fuck,” he mutters, sitting up behind you. “You’re right. I still owe you.”

You don’t even get the chance to roll over, he pushes your back down gently and spreads your thighs apart, settling between them with his cock already half hard and leaking against your folds. You bite your lip at the feeling, your breath catching in your throat.

“Let me,” he whispers, more reverent this time. “Let me take my time with you.”

You nod, moaning softly as he presses in—slow, deep, filling you to the hilt. The stretch is a familiar ache now, and you melt beneath him as his hands brace beside your head.

He rocks into you with steady, powerful thrusts. The air is thick with heat and tension, sweat beading on his skin, your moans growing louder each time he bottoms out.

Levi’s lips find yours, and he kisses you like he’s starving for you, like he’s still afraid to lose you, still needing to prove how much you’re his.

“You feel so good,” he groans. “Always so tight for me. So fucking perfect.”

Your thighs shake as he fucks you harder, chasing his own high again. “L-Levi—!”

“I know,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours. “I know, baby—fuck—you’re doing so good for me.”

He grabs your hand suddenly, intertwining your fingers and slamming into you faster, panting hard against your mouth. “Gonna cum again,” he rasps. “Gonna fill you up again. Mark you inside, outside, fucking everywhere.”

His thrusts grow ragged. Desperate.

You’re both right on the edge again, and this time, he breaks first.

Levi lets out a rough, guttural groan, his eyes rolling back as he spills into you for the third time tonight, hips twitching, cock pulsing deep in your cunt. You moan his name, clinging to his shoulders, your cunt fluttering around him.

He doesn’t pull out right away. Just stays there, panting, buried in you, watching you with dazed, half lidded eyes.

His voice comes soft. “I love you, y’know that?”

You nod, teary eyed. “I know.”

He kisses your forehead and rolls the two of you onto your sides, still deep inside you. His arms wrap around your body tightly, and this time, when sleep comes, it’s slow and safe and warm.

You wake to the sound of soft cursing.

Levi’s perched on the edge of the bed, bare back glistening with sweat, cock rock hard again between his thighs. He’s got his face buried in his palm, his other hand clenched at his side.

You shift beneath the covers with a soft moan, sore but tingling with heat. “Levi…?”

He stiffens. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You sit up slowly, the sheets sliding down your chest. “You’re hard again.”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t look at you. “It won’t go down. I don’t—I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Your thighs squeeze together at the sound of his voice, tight, hoarse, almost pained. He’s struggling.

You crawl across the bed to him, arms snaking around his waist from behind. “It’s okay,” you murmur, lips brushing against the sweat on his shoulder. “Let me help.”

He finally turns to look at you—eyes burning, lips parted. “Are you sure?” His voice trembles, like he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back.

You answer by climbing into his lap.

You gasp as the blunt head of his cock presses against your still slick, overstimulated entrance. But you need this. You both do.

You sink down slowly.

The groan he lets out is obscene—sharp, desperate, feral. He grabs your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, his claws digging into your skin, and buries his face in your neck.

“Fuck-fuck, you’re still so tight,” he gasps, voice shaking as he sinks all the way in. “How the hell are you still so wet?”

“I missed you,” you breathe, grinding your hips against his, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

His hands clamp down harder. “You’re gonna fucking break me.”

Levi snaps his hips up, and you yelp.

The final round is nothing like the others. There's no buildup. No slow slide into rhythm. It’s raw, desperate, filthy, like he’s trying to crawl into you and stay there. Like he’s been waiting for this his entire life.

He fucks up into you like he needs to, like he has to, like he’s afraid this might be the last time he ever gets to feel you. You cling to him, both of you shaking, panting, moaning each other’s names like a prayer.

His mouth is everywhere, on your neck, your breasts, your shoulder, sucking deep purple bruises into your skin.

“Gonna mark you,” he growls, lips at your collarbone. “So no one ever—ever—looks at you again.”

You sob his name, nails raking down his back, and it only drives him harder.

When you clench down around him, his whole body seizes. “Fuck—!” he cries out, voice cracking. “You’re gonna make me cum again. Shit—shit—fuck—”

You whimper, brain fogged, cunt clenching again and again as he slams into you faster, sloppier. Sweat drips from his temples, his eyes barely open now.

“I’m gonna—inside—again—gonna fill you up, baby—fuck, take it, take it all—mine, you’re mine, no one else—”

He lets out a broken moan, loud and hoarse, and buries himself to the hilt one last time as his cock throbs and spills hot cum deep inside you for the fourth and final time. Your body trembles violently in his arms, your thighs twitching, eyes rolled back as you fall apart with him.

He clutches you tightly, arms shaking, chest heaving, cock twitching as he fills you to the brim. You’re both gasping. Soaked. Spent. Covered in sweat, bite marks, hickeys, and slick.

He holds you there for a long, long time.

And then, voice barely above a whisper: “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

You press your lips to his temple. “I love you too, Levi.”

The final round ends not with a bang, but with silence. Breathing. Kisses. Shaky fingers stroking bruised skin. He cleans you gently, makes sure you’re comfortable, pulls you under the covers, and wraps around you like a shield.

Tomorrow, you’ll both face the world.

But tonight?

You’re safe. Marked. His.

You wake up sore in every place imaginable—neck, back, thighs, ass, inside—hell, even your toes hurt. Your legs are tangled with Levi’s under the sheets, and you groan softly as you stretch. He’s still asleep, mouth slightly parted, hair an absolute wreck, a dark purple hickey stamped right on his throat.

Your entire body is covered in bite marks, hickeys, and bruises.

You look like you got hit by a sex demon.

…Which, to be fair, you did. Multiple times.

You try to stand, but your legs buckle a little.

From the bed, Levi groans. “Told you you’d regret asking for a fourth round.”

You glare over your shoulder, cheeks burning. “Told you to go easy.”

He smirks, sleepy and smug. “Don’t recall that.”

As you’re getting dressed painfully slow, you catch your reflection in the mirror. Neck covered in bruises, thighs absolutely destroyed. There’s a bite on your hip. And holy shit, the size of that mark on your collarbone? Levi might as well have written “PROPERTY OF LEVI” with a branding iron.

You look back at him. “They’re gonna know.”

He shrugs, slipping on his shirt. “Good.”

You both hobble into the hallway, thinking you might be able to sneak to the mess hall before anyone sees you.

Big mistake.

Hange’s voice carries from halfway down the hall: “Well, well, well… if it isn’t the lovebirds who shook the entire barracks last night.”

You nearly trip. Levi grits his teeth. “Shut the fuck up, four-eyes.”

Hange practically skips toward you, grinning ear to ear. “I’m honestly impressed. You had endurance. The moaning, the creaking bed, the screaming—it echoed through the walls.”

You cover your face with your hands. “No one really heard—”

“Oh no, sweetie. The whole hallway heard. Armin’s still traumatized.”

Cue Armin peeking out from around the corner with a red face, scarred for life. Jean and Eren are standing behind him, jaws dropped, eyes wide.

Jean whistles. “Damn, shortstack’s got a mouth when he’s getting it in.”

Levi lunges.

Eren and Jean sprint down the hall in opposite directions as Levi gives chase, yelling: “Come back here, you little shits—wanna flirt with my girl? Let me give you something to scream about!”

You sigh, watching your lover chase down two fully grown soldiers in just socks and a half-buttoned shirt, his neck still covered in bite marks.

Hange leans over, nudging you. “So… are you walking straight today?”

You glare. “Barely.”

They cackle. “Worth it?”

You glance at Levi, who is still yelling threats as he disappears around the corner.

You grin. “Absolutely.”

(I don't usually do author's notes at the end, but WOW this was pretty fun to write! I really hope you enjoyed! I know it kind of seems all over the place, but I've never written some of this type of stuff before, so I apologize that it wasn't as detailed as it could've been! Plus, I know you've been waiting a long time for this one, and I am so sorry! But, I genuinely hope you loved it! I've been writing this one for a while now, and I'm so glad to be able to put it out! Thank you so much for your request!)

ⓒ 𝐋𝟖𝐍𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐓𝐡𝟎𝐭𝐬 -- 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by ashnikko . adjust phrasing as necessary , mature themes and language are present . )

attitude and the booze won't save you .

you fuck my life up then you say "my bad" .

you don't seem to see what a cliche you are .

repeat after me , "i'm over it" .

you don't ever cross my mind , what's a sheep to a tiger ?

i'm no prey , but i am pursued .

my best friend thinks that i'm a dumbass .

the world is burning and i laugh at the blaze .

on your horse so high , i swear to god i'm higher .

heard a rumor that you said you made me who i am .

i'm too healthy , wealthy , well fed .

i don't have the time to pretend you're funny .

self - made , self - paid , how dare you speak my name ?

i hate you so much right now .

you're not special , it's not cute .

hi , it's me , back again . here to remind you he's not worth it .

i slip up , i text you , i forget that you were so disrespectful .

they told me to be nice and i told them to bite me .

you don't want to see me bratty .

i put that teddy bear you gave me in a blender .

whiskey in my hip flask , nothing fruity .

i can see the desperation , i've got you right where i want you .

you can't stand to see me shine .

so lame that i'm your only claim to fame .

i like how you look when you really beg .

i need a new toy just to cleanse my palate .

it's gonna hurt , it'll sting .

only one strike , then you get the boot .

the only thing you seem to give me is sex .

you think you're the man , bitch please .

we both know it wasn't love , it was a big bad habit .

i only trust a fella for some light amusement .

unfortunately , you made the mistake of underestimating me .

you wish you could sway my attention .

tell me what you need .

there was potential in you .

i wanna make a couple bad decisions .

i'm no cinderella , but i like the shoes .

i do well for myself , nothing you do is extraordinary .

my dumb ass should be a little more cautious .

fuck a princess , i'm a king .

i say i won't do it , then i do it and i make myself sick .

you think you're worth all the fuss ?

to tell the truth , role models weren't around me much .

why am i such a sucker for a fuckboy's freckles ?

i say it's a no - brainer , now .

i'm crazy , but you like that . i bite back .

you already know i'm not shy .

what we did was childish , can we put this behind us ?

nothing was nice , but i loved every minute .

i don't give a fuck , i have more fun on my ones .

i've been predisposed to trauma since i was eleven .

you can keep the image of my butt as a souvenir .

being a bitch is my kink .

you're still taught the same shit .

i think she really likes me .

hide your back , she likes to stab them .

i hate that i'm so self depricating , more comfortable in bad situations .

i'm a little faded , you look like a fuckin' painting .

when i'm with you i have amnesia , got me without a mind .

i don't let a fucker on the internet tell me nothing .

this is all because you want to say you've done it .

i'm fresh out of patience .

you wish i missed you . back the fuck up .

i'm a sucker for a little devastation .

coulda , shoulda , woulda , but you did it .

i swear i'm not crying , the sun's just bright .

tell me why i need you over the next .

i'm eager to hurt more .

i swear my blue vibrator brings me more joy .

i gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch .

you better stock up on tissues , jacking off to all my pictures .

fake it to the top .

typical of me to go and ruin the party .

i'm having the best time of my life .

i'm having the worst time of my life .

you look dumb now that i've come to my senses .

what do you really mean when you're calling me nice ?

you wanna hold a gun but they made you a pinup .

i forget that you're still so disrespectful .

your love is not impressive .

tell it to my manager , he'll tell you "pay a fee" .

now that i can think rationally , i feel so stupid .

everybody says they love me but i'm still brokenhearted .

it's like i need a babysitter , someone to come get me .

god made me pretty , you made me mean .

say you want my body , let me give it to you .

i'm not in your circle , baby .

i just wanna push you to the edge now .

your sad life is never getting better .

what are you mad at me for , huh ?

i was living good until your locusts and your plague hit .

forgive me for the nasty things i say when i'm wounded .

so you're scared of me now , huh ?

women hold the weight of the world .

there's something to be said for a bitch who can top me .

if nothing matters , then i'll be fine .

you hate me cause you hate yourself .

dust yourself off , girl , keep your chin up .

he says i'm a lost cause and he might be right .

i'm that "fuck up your life" girl .

i would crawl through broken glass to get home .

i play my life like a video game .

i think you've gotta do way more if you wanna please me .

what's he doing ? i don't need a brave knight .

i deleted your number .

i'm not shy , i'll say it . i've been picturing you naked .

legs getting tired , can we switch positions ?

you put a knife in my back but you'll never be the death of me .

i could squash you like a little rotten fruit .

you could never , 'cause you're not clever enough .

we were good while it lasted .

my baby calls me bossy .

i don't really need a man , but sometimes i want one though .

i can't even wear my skin without them asking where i've been .

i can make you call remember me .

stupid boy thinks that i need him .

hate me 'cause i'm beautiful , bitch i don't like you either .

i think you know you can't replace me .

who do i have to kill to make everybody love me ?

i try to think , but it's no use .

maybe we can love until we're dead .

this is not an invitation .

how dare i have private desires ?

now you're crying and you're shaking ?

nothing about you is attractive to me , now .

am i fuckable enough for you ?

i don't want you and i don't want your homie .

please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view .

can't believe i let your hand inside my bloomers .

tell me how my ass tastes , little bottom feeder .

you don't know your way around a pussy .

i want it , i win it . call it ambition .

i don't need the dick - i need magic , i need money .

i know you think about me in the shower .

i've got several dummies that wanna get on me .

this is so small in the big simulation .

go find another bitch to hoover , count the days until you lose her .

i know you think about me with your hand down your trousers .

you don't know anyone else like me .

it's a therapist you need .

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

The Christmas Cabin

warnings// SMUT, SMUT and oh how could I forget SMUT!!! Angst with a happy ending

Lil Summary// Dean, Sam, Y/N, Jody, Donna, Bobby, Charlie, Claire, Alex and Garth all go to a cabin for Christmas after Charlie begging for weeks, Y/N are dating but r in the middle of a fight because of a hunt done wrong they left Y/N with a broken leg, wanting them to get over it Charlie works to get the couple to work things out.

dean x reader

word count// 3515

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You couldn't even cut the tension in the impala with ruby's knife, there was no space to move as you had your cast clad leg propped up on Charlie's lap, Sam tried to make you get in the front so you'd have more room but with Dean giving you the cold shoulder that wasn't gonna happen. You save his life from a damn vampire but somehow you're in the wrong. Damn Winchester stubbornness!

 "How far away is this place Charlie?" Dean asked  his eyes focusing on the snowy road ahead "it's like a half hour away... I think- I haven't been here since me and my ex girlfriend rented the place for a weekend. But it's definitely not far I know that!" Charlie rambled out making your heart sink

It had been a long, LONG six hour drive, your leg was killing you being stuck in that position for so long. You closed you screwed your eyes shut trying not to focus on the pain, "you doing okay Y/N?" Sam questioned turning to look at you noticing the uncomfortable look on your face "yeah I'm okay, just ready to get out and move around a bit" you told him trying to play down the actual pain your in to not draw any more attention from a certain person. Sam nodded his head "yeah I get it, broken legs suck, at least it's only a little while longer" Sam assured you

Dean scoffed making everyone turn to look at him, you face turning red as anger ran through your veins "what are you all pishy about?" Charlie questioned "nothing. Nothing at all" Dean gruffed out his hands tightening around the steering wheel so hard they were turning white "well, you know I broke my leg on the vamp hunt down in Denver? Well it happened because dumbass here was basically serving himself in a damn silver platter and so-"

"And so Y/N STUPIDLY decided to push me out of the way when one of the bastards ran up and almost put her ass trough a brick wall from the top of the stairs- she's lucky all that happened was a broken leg and not a broken neck!" Dean interrupted his voice full of anger "Dean!" Sam scolded his brother, Dean rolled his eyes and put his foot down on the pedal "whatever" he mumbled. It's not like Dean didn't have a point, you did almost get yourself killed- not like he wouldn't have done the same thing for you. Did he really expect you to just stand there and watch him die in front of you and you do nothing? Not a damn chance I’m hell!

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Finally after what felt like an eternity Dean was pulling outside a cozy looking cabin “it’s just as beautiful as I remember!” Charlie squealed out in excitement “yeah it looks amazing Charlie, good picking” Sam said getting out of the impala, you held your leg up slightly so Charlie could get out of the car, allowing you to have more room to get your self out “here let me help” Sam told you giving you out his hand as he rolled his eyes at his big headed brother who pulled the bags from the trunk with a sour look on his face “thanks Sammy” you told him quietly trying not to wince when the blood ran down your leg, Charlie handed you your crutches when you finally got your footing 

“You sure you’re okay?” She asked softly rubbing her hand up your arm “yeah just still getting used to these things” you loosed your head to the metal sticks under your arms “wouldn’t have to em used to em if you didn’t try and act the big bad hunter” Dena grumbled roughly as he stormed passed you carrying your bags, you swallowed the thick lump in your throat trying to calm down- this was gonna be along weekend. 

“Ignore him he’s just being an ass” Charlie said glaring at the older Winchester as he walked through the door “how many rooms are in there again?” Charlie thought for a second before answering, “five rooms, Bobbys with Garth, Jody with Donna, Claire with Alex, I was gonna do Sam and cas but since cas doesn’t sleep I’m with Sam and your with…. Oh- oh okay so we can fix this if you guys aren’t speaking Sam and Dean can room and me and you can room? That sound okay?” Charlie asked quickly problem solving 

“Sounds perfect to me” you smiled at her “are you too coming? You gotta see this place Y/N it’s incredible!” Sam called out the door , you and Charlie giggled at his excitement before making your own way into the cabin. You looked around and you were amazed, a a big brown couch that could fit at least 15 people on it at one pointed at a bricked fireplace with a tv in the corner “wow, Charlie this place is beautiful” you said in awe 

“I told you guys you would love it” she exclaimed clapping her hands “yeah, real freaking nice” Dean grumbled out in an annoyed tone, Charlie’s smile faltered making you clench your teeth, Sicily hobbling your way into the kitchen where Dean stood with a beer, stopping in front of his hard stare you pointed your finger at his chest “alright Winchester, just cause your pissed at me doesn’t mean you get to take it out on everyone around you! You have a problem with me, then fine! Whatever! But you’re not going to spend this whole freaking weekend being an ass to every one else!” You scolded him, leaving him stunned in the kitchen 

Once Dean regained his composure he moved to follow you to continue the argument, Sam’s hand on his shoulder stopping  him “don’t make it any worse Dean”  Dean shrugged his hand off his shoulder and stormed into the bedroom you two were supposed to share slamming the door in his wake “we gotta fix this” Charlie said quietly to Sam who nodded “definitely. Any ideas?” Charlie just smirked up at the older Winchester “right, dumb question, tell me what you need me to do” 

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You winched when you heard the door slam, you wanted to run in there and make up with him- I mean it’s Christmas you didn’t want to fight with your boyfriend during the holidays, but it would be a cold day in hell before you apologised first, Dean was just gonna have to see he was in the wrong and being a dick!

Charlie and Sam started to set some mistletoe under places they knew you to would definitely be in, one under the room you were to share, one in the kitchen, particularly above the cooker considering you two were the cooks for this weekend, planned to give Jody a break, and one in the hall just incase and this was just phase one of their plan 

Sam had just placed the last on e in the hall when the front door opened revealing Bobby, Jody, Claire and Alex “merry Christmas!” Jody said sitting her bags down on the ground, you winched getting up to greet them “merry Christmas guys” “yeah merry Christmas guys” Sam came inn pulling Bobby into a hug “merry Christmas ya idjit, where’s Dean?” Sam scratched behind his neck awkwardly “well deans too busy being a a stubborn ass so he’s on his room sulking” you answered for him, Bobby sighed before pulling you into a careful hug “he’s the biggest idjit going, he’ll come around you know Dean” you nodded “I hope so, it’s been three days since he really spoke to me that wasn’t sarcasm or a snide comment,  it’s killing me Bobby” you confessed to the older hunter “I’ll have a word with him, make him pull his head out his damn ass”, “Thanks Bobby” you smiled up at him, the patted your shoulder lovingly before moving to take his bags upstairs 

“How’s it going with you girls” you diverted the conversation to the two teenage girls “well the six hour drive sucked with Bobby and Jody’s crappy flirting but at least it’s over for a few days now, I there any room in the impala for two more people, please say yes” Claire begged not wanting to sit in a car with Bobby and Jody that long ever again, “sorry girls but with my dumb leg taking up so much room Charlie barley even has room” you told them motioning to your broken leg 

“Yeah Jody told blue you got hurt on a hunt, she didn’t give any details though, what happened?” Alex questioned “vampire, threw me down the stairs  trying to put me through the damn wall” you said with a laugh at the end “Jesus-” “hey!” “Sorry Jody” Claire said quickly “that’s insane how the hell did you only break your leg” Claire exclaimed shocked “i honestly have no idea but Dean’s pretty pissed, the bastard was gonna kill him so I had to intervene, can either of you look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn’t have done the same” both girls shook their heads “definitely not” 

“ exactly, if i could get that through his thick skull then he’d have to stop being such a jerk this weekend” you mumbled the last part trying to hid the hurt.

Everyone started to settle in, Dean was still in his room so you all decided on a pizza for dinner, Sam and Bobby driving in for it. You, Charlie, Jody and the girls decided to watch home alone on the tv, you could hardly focus on true movie playing, you didn’t like Dean being locked in there so long himself “I’ll be back” you said getting up slowly hopping to the wooden door, you sucked in a deep breath before knocking “I’m not hungry Sam” Dean called out “it’s not Sam” the silence behind the door made you rethink your decision, turning to go back to the living room while you still had your dignity, the sound of the door opening caught your attention “what do you want Y/N?” 

It’s not often Dean called you by your name and it set shivers down your spine when he did “I just wanted to see if you wanted to come watch a movie with us, I know your still pissed at me I just don’t want you sitting in here alone” you told him sheepishly, neither of you heard the small footsteps of a certain red head who was already putting her plan into action “hey love birds, look up” both you and Dean’s eyes shot up to the ceiling, quickly spotting the mistletoe above the door. “Charlie I-” you tried to say but your voice hitched in your throat at the sound of the door closing, did he seriously just reject you, his girlfriend, like some stranger “oh I- I didn’t mean- I don’t think he would- I thought it would you guys make up I’m so sorry” Charlie rambled out, guilt coursed through her bones- did she seriously just make things worse? 

Your eyebrows creased in anger before banging your hand against his door “open the damn door you son of a bitch!” You demanded, Charlie already scurried off back to the living room not wanting to witness what was about to happen “what!” Dean yelled almost swinging the door off its hinges “are you freaking kidding me? Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? My boyfriend literally rejected kissing me under stupid mistletoe in front of my best friend?” You whisper yelled at him, Dean rolled his eyes crossing his arms over his broad chest “I didn’t reject you-” 

“Oh really? Then what was that? The new way to kiss your girlfriend under mistletoe? Shutting the damn door in my face? You wouldn’t have done that if-” you were cut off by deans hands on either side of your face, his lips mold against your own, you wrap your arms around his neck, the sound of your crutches falling to the ground falling on deaf ears as the kiss started to get more heated

Dean ran has hands down your back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze causing a moan to fall from your lips. Dean hoisted you up around his waist, you wrapped your legs around his hips putting your injured one over your other so not to hurt it. 

Running your hands through deans short strands you feel him groan against you, taking advantage of his open mouth you slide your tongue inside his mouth, Dean quickly dominated the kiss leaving you a moaning mess “so are you gonna fuck me or you gonna shut the door in my face again?” You sassed taking deep breathes while Dean trailed his kisses down your neck “oh don’t worry sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck your so hard you won’t be able to leave the bed all damn weekend” Dean said harshly sucking a mark under your jaw

You threw your head, your breath caught in your throat and eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. “Brace yourself beautiful” Dean wanted before throwing you down in the middle of the bed carefully, you giggled when bounced on the mattress “you know I hate that your hurt but god do I love that you have to wear skirts with it, you have no idea what you do to me in skirts” Dean confessed rubbing his rough hands up your thighs, edging their way towards your pink lace panties, his fingers hooking around them, slowly pulling them down “well you could have been having your fun with it if you didn’t go all asshole on me” you told him as you lifted your ass off the bed allowing him to pull them down your legs freeing your soaking pussy to the cold air in the room, you suck in a small breath in anticipation 

“You forgot something De” you motioned to your skirt, Dean shook his head right away “nope, skirt stays on sweetheart, now how about you be a good girl and spread em ” Dean said licking his lips 

You did as you were told , spreading your legs wide, exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry eyes “your so fucking we’re” dean groaned “only for you” you whined arching your back off the mattress begging for him to touch you

Dean smirked, kneeling down to the floor, hands on your hips pulling you to the end of the bed leaving him facing your sweet pussy. He wasted no time in placing a small  kiss on your clit to soft feel of his lips on your most sensitive part enough to send you into a whining mess “please Dean, I need you so fucking bad” you cried out

Dean chuckled darkly “oh don’t worry sweetheart, you want more, I’m gonna give you more” Dean leaned forward licking a stripe up your pussy stopping to suck your clit into his mouth “oh god, Yes Dean!” You moaned his name loudly, reaching your hand down to hold his head tightly to your soaking pussy. Dean groaned against me your sensitive nub, sending vibrations through your body “more! please baby” you begged your stomach convulsing feeling so close yet not close enough to cum 

“You got it baby” Dean mumbled against you his mouth continuing to work you closer as he sucked your clit harshly making you let out a small squeal of his name, Dean chuckled as he inserted two fingers inside your dripping hole making you clench around him tightly as he pumped them hard against your G spot “I can already feel how damn tight you are sweetheart, can’t wait to pound this sweet pussy myself” Dean told you making your heart pound against your chest, no matter how many times you and Dean had sex he always managed to make your heart flutter at the thought of him fucking you 

“Then do it big boy, I want to cum all over your big, thick cock” you flirted pulling your shirt over your shaking body to reveal your breasts. “Oh you asking for it now hot stuff” Dean smirked pulling his fingers out, pulling away from your pussy making you whine at the loss of contact “don’t cry sweetheart, I’ll be right with you” Dean joked as he started to undress himself

Once he was naked, revealing his hard member your mouth watered at the sight “well get up here hot stuff” you said motioning for him to come to you, Dean chuckled climbing on top of you, careful not to hit your leg. Dean pulled your lips into a wet teeth clashing kiss, his hands instantly grabbing your perky breast into his calloused hands making your back arch off the mattress “fuck me De, please” 

Dean nodded his head instantly, he nudged his leaking cock to your entrance, inserting himself inside you inch, by inch “oh god! You feel so good, filling me up so good baby” you moaned dragging your nails down his back, Dean chuckled darkly “I’m just getting started” he told you, spreading your legs further pushing your knees up to your chest before he starts thrusting inside of you at fast pace making your eyes roll to the back of your head “harder baby please!” You screamed as his cock pounded your G spot repeatedly, Dean laughed loudly but did as you asked and sped up his thrusts milking the moans deep from your chest 

Dean groaned as your pussy clasped around his cock like a vice, your nails leaving deep red lines down his back as you moaned his name like a chorus “I’m gonna come sweetheart!” Dean said through his own groans “me too baby” you cried pulling his back into a  kiss, this one full more of love than lust as you poured al your feelings into it as he made love to you.

You screamed his name as you came on his cock triggering his own release as he spurted cum over your walls, Dean thrusted inside you a few more times before pulling out making you whine “shh it’s okay sweetheart” Dean comforted rolling to his side pulling you into his embrace, you laid your head against his warm chest listening to his heart beat, you closed your eyes at the warm feeling of his lips on the top of your head “sweetheart… I’m sorry about our dumb fight, I was just so worried when I saw you get hurt… I don’t know what I’d do without you baby… I- I love you sweetheart, more than anything” Dean confessed 

your eyes watered at his words, lifting your head so you could see his eyes “I love you too Dean” you said pulling him into a warm kiss “I’m sorry too- not because I saved you, I’ll never apologise for saving any of my loved ones ever, I am however sorry for worrying you” Dean let out a small laugh kissing your forehead once more 

You lay there a few more minutes just basking in the after glow of make up sex “were gonna have to go back out there, they’re probably waiting for us, plus Donna and Garth should be here soon” you smiled up at him “yeah… besides we’ve got all weekend to make up for lost time” 

“Three days?” You questioned 

“Three days is a lot sweetheart” 

You rolled your eyes laughing “alright ya horn dog get dressed and we can watch some movies with everyone, Dean chuckled getting out of bed to get ready handing you your own clothes 

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Finally once you guys were more presentable Dean picked you up bridal style carrying you towards the living room to the  girls, Sam and Bobby now watching the grinch eating pizza “ I see you too made up” Jody smiled “yeah, I can’t stay mad at this face” you teased your hand squishing his cheeks together to make a funny face, “yeah, yeah. Guess it’s nothing to do with what I did to you in be-” “ah! Kids in the room” you said covering his mouth with your hand quickly 

Dena rolled his eyes playfully licking your hand making you squeal. Dean laughed sitting on the couch keeping you tightly to his lap, “well I last heard Garth and Donna were an hour away so they should be getting here now soon-” Bobby was cut off by the door opening “goodness gracious that was a long drive” Donna said coming inside, Garth coming in right behind her “hey everyone! How’s it going” every one rushed to say their hellos, you and Dean calling from the couch but staying unmoved 

As everyone was chatting amongst themselves you and Dean stayed cuddled up watching the rest of the grinch “hey sweetheart?” You turned to look at him raising your brows “yeah?” Dean gave you a peck on the lips “merry Christmas baby” you smiled pulling him into a deeper kiss “merry Christmas my very handsome boyfriend” 

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

I'm gonna post a Sam one tomorrow!

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RGB siblings in realm of Monsters

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*Kai absolutely destroying a giant beast 100x the size of him*

*Nya and Lloyd actually watching in horror as they watch their brother who is tiny compared to the monster attack like he knows what hes doing*

Lemme get the hcs out, During his time in the Land of Monsters he didn't sleep like at all. So he started getting auditory and visual hallucinations, and if he were ever to go back to the land of Monsters (and in this scenario he did) he wouldn't be able to sleep or really properly keep himself together because he'd be too stressed about Lloyd or Nya experiencing the horrors like him. Or worse, either of them finding out how much being in the Land of Monsters has changed him. Both mentally and physically,

*bug kai bug kai bug kai bugkaibugkaibugkaibugkai*

I fully hc that his bug traits would manifest out of stress or bottling up for too long. So being thrust back into the place that caused you to go through mental anxiety physical agony, along with you barely surviving your last fight and both your siblings are here with you in the danger zone inexperienced with the horrors that are in the Land of Monsters.

Internally Kai would probably be like

Oh shit, oh fuck, keep it together, you've been going this long, kill this thing, keep family safe. Can't die here, or I'll never see them again. They're right here with me of course I'll see them again. Unless they die here then your to blame and you'll never see them again. Can't slip too far gotta keep it maintained fuck my back hurts, and my arms, the whole centipede hybrid shit is not gonna hide well if I keep this up. Can't let the others worry about me, that's what I'm supposed to do.

So Kai immediately is pushing himself three times as hard to keep triple the amount or people alive rather than just one.

Lloyd and Nya notice instantly how Kai is mentally deteriorating from being here, they watch him close himself off and be over protective. Both of them are super concerned but as soon as they try to confront him about it he changes the subject or they get interrupted.

They enter a cave system for the night, rest they need it if they want to survive, Kai he sits down lighting the fire and starts keeping watch. Lloyd watches as he droops in and out of sleep sitting there and offers to take the watch for the hundredth time. Kai about to shake his head get interrupted by Nya who backs up Lloyd saying Kai Needs to rest. A bit of back and forth goes ahead before Kai finally caves. Laying down on a cloak he had set up for Lloyd.

Kai is out pretty quickly the exhaustion of multiple days kicking in. It's during the middle of the night when he wakes up in excruciating pain, Bugkaibugkaibugkaibugkai unfortunately he wasn't able avoid Lloyd noticing. From Lloyds perspective he saw his brother sleeping badly rolling around talking to himself. Then watched him sit up super suddenly and strangle off a scream.

Understandably Lloyd would be concerned. Kai the stubborn dumbass he is would get up and head deeper into the cave where they have no light. He cant let his family see what hes become. He gains his bug traits, mandibles multiple sets of legs from his back rest around his torso.

Kinda just setting him up for failure when he forgets that Lloyd can see in the dark. Lloyd understandably will probably let out some noise of shock cause like *his brother is a fuckin bug for some reason???? And didn't think to mention it before now??????* then Kai all angsty would be like

"you weren't supposed to see me like this.... Im a monster."

And Lloyd would be like

"Kai your not a monster, you may look different but you're still you."

"I'm not the same kai, I've been keeping up the facades for almost a year now. I changed here and I hate it."

"Kai please look at me, You are my brother and I know that because you've always been there even now you've been trying so hard to Keep Nya and I safe. No matter if you were human or not, You're still Kai to me."

Then they hug it kai finally gets the comfort he deserves and Lloyd gets to help his brother for once. Then in the morning they're obviously gonna have to explain to Nya why the hell her brother looks like he is cosplaying a centipede cross garmadon cause of the extra arms/legs.

She also concerned hugs her brother, but later she'll smack him over the head for constantly hiding he's in pain/suffering.

Cut scene 1

Kai: I'm not human anymore, I'm a monster.

Lloyd with his glow stick hands and eyes: bitch what does that make me???

Cut scene 2

Kai: I'm a monster how could anyone love me.

*Lloyd recalling the entire team* "dude no one cares if ur human, Zane is a robot, turned into water, Jay turned into a snake, Cole was a ghost, I'm fucking oni dragon and human. It was bound to happen at some point."

Ksi "Yeah ur right"