#excuse me for a second while i bang my head against this wall

[lakestar45]

When my notebook is lowkey ugly but it has everything I love and it shows my personality (I will keep adding more things😔😔)

[pathologicalreid]

excuse me but spencer and kindergarten teacher reader is just what i need and i didn’t even know!! it’s like my new favorite ahhh i need more please!!

fishbowl | S.R.

you offer to bring spencer lunch when he forgets his at home, leading you to become an object of curiosity at the BAU

also kindergarten teacher!reader: kindergarten crush

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: the bau being nosy, kindergarten teacher!reader, pet fish/class pets, lots of dialogue, spencer has his cane word count: 1.79k a/n: i love spencer and kindergarten teacher reader they are very important to me!! i would equate this fic to spencer bringing a girl home for the first time, but home is the BAU. thank you for requesting!

“Ma’am,” an unfamiliar voice said insistently, you snapped out of your awe-induced stupor and looked up at the security guard. He didn’t seem overtly threatening, save for the gun that was holstered to his hip, but he was looking at you the same way you looked at your students when they first came to school in the morning. He was looking at you like you were lost. “Can I help you?”

You frowned at the guard for a moment, fumbling with your school bag for your phone to call Spencer for help. You held the phone in your hand, trying to open it with busy hands as someone approached you, and just as you were about to ask the security guard for a second, you were met with a familiar face. She had cut bangs in her dark hair, but other than that, the woman in front of you was the same Emily Prentiss you had met months ago, “Hey, Miss Y/L/N, right?”

The relief in your eyes had to be visible as she smiled, “Right,” you affirmed, “It’s good to see you again, Agent Prentiss.”

“Oh, no, please, call me Emily,” she insisted, taking charge and reaching over to take your tote despite your protests. “What brought you all the way out to Quantico?”

Ducking your head as she led you through the security checkpoint, you clipped your visitor badge to the waistband of your skirt and crossed your arms in front of your stomach before answering, “Uh, Sp- er, Dr. Reid forgot his lunch this morning, so I offered to bring him something.”

Arching a dark brow, Emily led you into the elevator and hit the button before leaning against the wall – sixth floor, you’d have to remember that. “Y/N… I know,” she said, proffering you a knowing look that made you flush.

“Spence left his lunch at his place,” you shrugged, “I had a half day today, so I told him I could bring something by.”

Humming, watched carefully as you shifted your weight from one leg to the other, “So, you went to Spencer’s place with your key and grabbed his lunch for him.”

Nervously, you looked up at the number above the elevator doors – why was this taking so long? “No, there’s a deli around the corner from my school, he likes the soup there. I have a key, but the deli was on the way. I’ve been watering his plants while he’s away. That’s why he gave me a key. If you were wondering.”

Your secret was out, you rambled when you got nervous. You hadn’t even considered the fact that Spencer would want to keep the private aspects of your life private.

Emily definitely noticed the sigh of relief you let loose as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, “Spencer’s desk is through there. At the end on the right,” she directed you, handing your bag back to you.

As you slung your bag back over your shoulder, you thanked the person who held the door open for you and made your way through the bullpen. “Next time,” you said, garnering the attention of your boyfriend, “You have to come get me. If they ever let me back in this building, that is.”

Casually, he reached for your hand, pulling you closer to his chair until you were close enough to drop a kiss on his lips, “I thought you were going to call.”

Your shoulders slumped as you set the lunch on the only clear spot on his desk, “Terribly, impossibly long story,” you waved him off, setting your bag on the floor as you noticed a familiar wooden apparatus next to Spencer’s desk. “Your cane is back,” you observed, “Are you alright?”

He nodded, “’M fine,” he reassured you, “It hurt this morning when I woke up, but it’s fine now.” He turned his head at the sound of a door opening, you followed his gaze as a blonde made her way out of the bullpen, leaving the glass doors swinging behind her.

It was hard enough to come around to the fact that Spencer’s job was dangerous, but the fact that he had actually been shot – not long before he met you – was even harder to come to terms with. You watched him carefully as he got up and found an available chair for you to sit down in and begrudgingly came to the same conclusion, he seemed fine.

As you unpacked your lunch, a new face approached Spencer’s desk, leaning against the metal, “Reid, who’s this?”

Upon first glance, the man in a V-neck t-shirt was very protective over your boyfriend. From what you knew about the team, that made a lot of sense – Spencer was the youngest member. Taking the initiative, you stood up and reached your hand out for him to shake, introducing yourself to him, and he introduced himself as Derek Morgan.

“Alright, pretty boy,” Derek said, nodding over at Spencer. “So, what brings you here to the BAU?”

Explaining yourself again, you sat back down, crossing your ankles and watching as Spencer’s boss walked by, ushering Derek along with him. “Mr. Hotchner,” you greeted, happy to see a familiar face. Your eyes followed them as Derek said something about this being the first time Reid’s had a girl in the BAU.

You laughed slightly, glancing over to Spencer who didn’t seem bothered by the commotion.

“How do you know Hotch?” Emily asked from her desk, she nodded in the direction of the unit chief.

Passing Spencer a napkin, you looked over at Emily, “He toured my school with his son. They’re talking about switching me to preschool next school year, so I was there – he recognized my name.”

A solemn expression passed over Prentiss’ face, “Right, how is Cody?”

“Good! He’s doing really well, he and his mom are moving over the summer to be closer to her parents, so he’ll be at a different elementary for first grade,” you explained, wondering if they usually got updates like that on the children they find.

You waited for another question, but Emily’s phone started ringing, “Saved by the bell,” Spencer said, switching off his monitor and turning his attention fully onto you. “How was school?”

While eating, you explained how with half days, you usually just have an activity day with the kids and, for some reason, today you found it impossible to get them to stay on task. “I get it though, I think it’s hard to pay attention when the workday is shortened, even if I have a ton of lesson planning left to do after the final bell. Especially if they’re moving me next year.”

“When will you know for sure?” He asked, eyes catching on something behind you.

Shrugging, you balled up your trash and put it back in the deli bag, “I might not for a while. They’re trying to hire someone for preschool but if they can’t find anyone, I might be pulling double duty… What are you looking at?” You turned in the desk chair to find the blonde from earlier and another woman, also blonde, but dressed in bright colors, “Ah,” you said, understanding what Spencer was looking at.

The two women looked away, pretending like they hadn’t been staring. “I’m sorry,” Spencer apologized, “Usually on Fridays most people go off campus for lunch, but it seems like today was the exception.”

Leaning back in the chair, you gave Spencer a knowing look, “They’re tapping on the fishbowl,” you concurred.

“The fishbowl?” Spencer asked, frowning in confusion.

Turning around again, you waved at the two blondes in an attempt to try to get them to come in, “The kids do it all the time, they’re tapping on the fishbowl to see if they can get the fish to move,” you elaborated.

“Fish? What about fish?” A new voice chirped, and you turned to find the blondes had elected to come into the bowl.

You nodded, “Two fish. They’re the class pets.”

“Do they have names?” One of them asked, looking between you and Spencer curiously.

Spencer chuckled, “Nikola Tesla and Rosalind Franklin,” he answered – he was, after all, the one who had named them in the first place.

Beaming at your boyfriend before going back to his co-workers, you giggled at their confused looks, “Do you teach a class filled with geniuses?”

“No,” you smiled, “they’re four- and five-year-olds, they call the fish Nikki and Rosie,” you clarified. “I’m Y/N,” you said, deciding to forego a handshake and waving at them instead.

The two of them introduced themselves – JJ and Penelope – and continued to make conversation with you before the latter of the two gasped, “You should come to girls’ night!”

There was a chime of agreement from Emily’s desk, and you looked over at Spencer to see if he wanted to weigh in. Truthfully, he looked less than excited at the prospect of you spending the night with his co-workers.

“What, Reid?” JJ asked teasingly, “Are you afraid we’ll tell your girlfriend all of your dirty secrets?”

A laugh erupted from Derek’s desk, “He would need to have dirty secrets for you to tell!”

At that point, Spencer looked like he was ready to drop his head on his desk, you reached over and set a hand on his knee. You peered back up at JJ and Penelope, “Can I get back to you?”

Holding up her pointer finger, Garcia grinned, “Absolutely, have Spencer give you my number!”

You stood up at that, gathering your things and silently letting Spencer know that you were ready to leave, “I’ll walk you out,” he offered, standing up, and grabbing his cane as he did so.

Waving goodbye to his team, you led the way out, holding the door for Spencer as he tried to wave away any remnants of your concern. The two of you stood in silence as you waited for the elevator, resisting the urge to hit the call button again as your impatience resurfaced.

The two of you let people off of the elevator before boarding the empty car, “I’m really sorry about… all of that.”

Frowning, you kept your eyes trained on the elevator doors, “It’s like a little family,” you murmured, completely disregarding his apology.

“What?” He asked, turning to face you.

You pointed up toward the sixth floor, “Your team,” you replied. “The way you all function. It’s like a family and you’re the younger brother – at least in that dynamic.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “Oh, yeah. Kind of.”

Nudging at him with your elbow, you smiled slyly at your boyfriend, “Do you think they liked me?”

He nodded reassuringly, “I think you will very quickly be welcomed into the family.”  

[gyuwoncheol]

15 Minutes

Pair: Scoups x f!reader

Genre: Smut, Concert!Cheol, husband!Cheol, 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: Despite time constraints, no one is as committed to get you pregnant than Cheol getting ready for a concert.

Warnings: Concert!Cheol, daddy kink, breeding, multiple orgasms, quickie sex, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe, children), creampie, public sex, marking, wall sex, dirty talk, getting “caught” while having sex

WC: 1.2k

Author’s Note: may be persuaded to write a part 2 to this. I’m back to my pussy drunk/breeding kink!Cheol brain rot.

Read part 2 here: Room Service

Smut directly under the cut.

“FUCK!” You gasped as Seungcheol inserted a second finger inside you, pumping it as fast as he did with the first one. You bit your lips harshly to suppress the loud moan begging to come out, but you knew that if you wanted to save face, you had better keep quiet.

“Cmon baby, let me hear you” he said, the tone in his voice perfectly matching the smirk plastered on his face as he pinned you against the wall. You glared at him angrily before squeezing your eyes shut, reveling in the feeling of his fingers expertly massaging your cunt.

When you flew in to visit Cheol on tour and confessed to him you were ready to try for a baby, you already knew he’d be a giddy and horny mess who’d make sure you’d end your trip pregnant. But you didn’t expect just how much he was committed to it, making up excuses to get you alone, dragging you to the closest secluded place he could find and fucking you full of his cum. And that’s how you ended up in this tiny unused dressing room by the end of the hall. It was bare, save for one set of drawers and a full length mirror to your right. Just yesterday, on day one of the show, he had his way with you right before soundcheck, in the VIP suite on the 3rd level that overlooked the arena.

“You were so loud yesterday and suddenly now you wanna be quiet?” He taunted, leaving a trail of love bites on your neck

“Cheol!” You hissed, “people are actually gonna hear over here!”

“So? everyone already knows i’m trying to get you pregnant” he said matter of factly, not a single care in the world

“Still!” you wanted to argue more, you really did, but the way his long fingers deliciously curled inside you to graze your most sensitive spot had you bucking your hips and mewling loudly to your husband’s delight, orgasm immediately hitting you from nowhere.

Seungcheol pressed his palm to your clit as his fingers continued to move in you, coaxing your orgasm for your full pleasure. “So good for me, baby”

“Scoups!” You heard two loud voices right outside the locked door, one you could make out as Joshua’s and the other probably a staff’s. Regardless, you froze at the sound, hand immediately clutching onto Cheol’s wrist right by your cunt to still his movements. “Vernon just finished with makeup, when Chan finishes, you’re the only one left.”

Much to your horror, Seungcheol replied with a loud “okay” through the door, confirming to the boys that you were definitely in that room doing exactly what you’re doing

“Be done in 15 minutes!” A stern voice called. Yup, definitely their manager.

“I’m sure he can finish in 10” Joshua laughed loudly before jokingly banging the door once.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, at the younger’s tease, “Fuck off!”

“More like fuck her!”

“I will!” He called out just as you heard the steps outside move farther away

“Babe!” You glared at your husband. Your face and ears beet red at the exchange of Cheol and his best friend. Now would really be a good time for the earth to swallow you whole.

A loud whine escaped your throat at the sudden empty feeling when Cheol withdrew his fingers, but before you could even scold him again, his hands were under your thighs to hoist you up against the wall. “Sorry baby, but we gotta make this quick” he rushed before sinking you down on his hard length, your eyes immediately rolling to the back of your head at the intrusion. You weren’t even aware he had already undone his pants or stick his dick out, but you couldn’t be bothered figuring that out, not when your pussy was trying to fit in your husband’s huge cock.

There were 2 things you were thankful for at this moment: one, that your husband made you cum a few minutes ago so that the slide of his dick wasn’t as painful; and two, his strong and most solid body that kept you secured between him and the wall. God knows your knees wouldn’t be able to keep you upright with the way he’s just sheathed himself in you.

Seungcheol was running out of time but he was no quitter, after two slow pumps in, he was thrusting in you at a fast pace, eager to reach his release before he needs to be on the makeup chair and ready for day 2 of their concert.

“Fuuuuuuck yeeeees” you drawled out as the pain of the stretch had now turned into pleasure only your husband could give.

“Cmon baby, give me one more, yeah?”

“Y-yes, daddy!” Your dropped your forehead on his shoulder as you searched a way to ground yourself but hearing you call him daddy only had Cheol grow more feral than he already was.

“Gonna pump you full like you want, baby. Make you a mommy” he growled, now bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts perfectly, the motion hitting your gspot at every hit.

“R-right there, daddy! Ri-ight th-there!” You stammered as Cheol pistoned his hips in you, desperate to have you reach your second high before he does.

You got pressed even tighter to the wall as Seungcheol’s large hand squeezed both your cheeks, turning your head to face the mirror “look at you, so fucking ruined already and you don’t even have my cum yet”

“Daddy, please!” You moaned in full volume, not at all caring anymore for anyone who can hear you.

“Really want my babies, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll be overflowing with my cum tonight, darling”

You nodded eagerly as you looked at Cheol through the reflection of the mirror. He was right, you looked ruined. You could make out the white ring of your juices that settled on the base of his cock as he impaled your fluttering hole. The hand that was once on your face had now snaked in between you as he pinched your clit hard enough before pressing circles that had the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Shit!” You screamed when you felt your orgasm wash over you in immense pleasure, triggering your husband’s own release to paint your inner walls white.

“Oh my goood” Seungcheol’s voice shook as he trembled beneath you, head falling backwards at the feeling of your pussy’s tight grip on his cock.

After staying silent a good while, just processing the orgasms you both had, Seungcheol slowly let your feet touch the ground, kissing you softly on your face and your neck, leaving you in a giggly mess as he smoothed down your shirt. When he pulled out of you, he made quick work to tuck his softening member back in his pants. His finger was quick enough to catch the glob of cum that dripped out of you before plugging it back in your cunt, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Now, now. How am i gonna make you a mommy if you don’t keep my cum in you?” He chastised, a devilish grin across his face as he pulled your panties up before licking his finger clean. “you’ll keep it in for daddy, won’t you?”

It wasn’t a question, you knew that much. If anything, it was a threat. “Y-yes” you stuttered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.” you confirmed with doe eyes, squeezing your legs tight as Seungcheol buttoned up your jeans.

“Good” Your husband grinned, a hand reaching to the back of your head as he drove you against the wall again, kissing you feverishly “you better still be full of my cum when i fuck you after the show”

Your moan at his words were effectively cut off by another loud bang on the door as Joshua’s fist collided with the hard wood. “Cheol! Make up! Now!”

Part 2: Room Service

[failure--girl]

excuse me for a second while i bang my head against this wall

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 1. 05 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

Quickly I turned around and to my surprise, I saw Hyun-su closing the door with a bang.

We were both taking deep breaths from what just had happened. His back was facing me, but I could tell that he probably had the same scared expression on his face as me.

Both too scared that the girl would hear us we stood there in silence looking at the door. A yelp left my mouth when his doorbell went off together with both of us jumping out of fear.

"Excuse me, are you in?" The voice sounded like the girl's normal voice again.

Maybe that thing wasn't her.

My legs were trembling while I tried to take normal breaths, but the only breaths that came out were short ones.

"Please help me. I'm so scared, please help me." Her voice sounded like she was genuinely terrified.

"Is anybody home? Please help me." Her voice pleaded.

"Hello, please help me." She cried hoping we would hear her.

My breath hitched when Hyun-su took a step to the phone that was on the wall together with the little monitor. I watch as he grabs it with a shaky hand, bringing it slowly to his ear. The screen turned on showing us that it was just the normal girl from earlier today.

"H..hallo? Are you okay?" Hyun-su asked shakingly.

A look of relief washed over the girl's face before she spoke.

"You're home." She said with a sigh of relief and a little smile at the end.

"Did something happen?"

I walked closer to Hyun-su looking over his shoulder at the monitor.

"I just came home, and the door was wide open, and it was a mess inside." Her voice was shaky like she was ready to burst into tears at any second.

"And my cat is gone." She let out a little cry before continuing.

"A...and the floor, it was covered in blood." That must have been the blood I saw in the hallway.

"Please, help me!" She cried out.

I felt bad for her and if that thing was still out there it could get her, but something felt off. The whole time she had been talking the knot in my stomach grew. I had sworn that the voice I heard, in the beginning, was her's. Yet if it was really her she had to look completely different than how she was now.

Hyun-su said that he would call the police to help because we both didn't know what to do about this.

"Can't you stay with me?" She pleaded desperately.

The moment Hyun-su put the phone against his ear a high pitch soon came through it. Quickly I took my phone while I heard him muttering 'What is this?' With shaky fingers, I dialed the number, but the moment I put it against my ear the same high-pitched sound came through.

With a scared frown on my face, I looked back up and saw Hyun-su looking at me. I shook my head, letting him know that I had the same results as him.

The both of us look back at the screen when the woman let a out whaling sound pleading with us to let her in. My heart stopped beating when I saw Hyun-su looking at the door, thinking he wanted to open it.

Quickly I grabbed his arm before whispering.

"Don't, something’s wrong."

For a few seconds, he looks at me with a scared look before turning back to the screen.

"Well....... Can you show me your arms?"

I was confused as to why he asked that, questioning what this had to do with this.

The girl's expression changed to a surprised one.

"What?"

"Your arms. Show me your arms." He repeated now a bit louder.

"What did you say?" My heart stopped beating for a second when she spoke with a more sinister voice than before.

"Your arms. Show me your arms. Show me."

Her whole demeanor changed when he was done talking.

"I told you to open the door! Open it!"

My hand grabbed the back of Hyun-su's shirt trying to hold myself up from my shaky legs. Acting crazier than before she screamed louder coming closer to the camera while blood came ozing out her nose. An eerie laugh filled the atmosphere together with a loud banging on the door.

I was hoping that the door was strong enough to hold her out. She kept on screaming while cursing at us when suddenly music was coming from above us. Apparently, she heard it too because she began to laugh again before creepingly walking away and kept saying she was hungry.

Whoever was playing the music just saved our lives.

"Oh no."

I breathe out after I recognize the melody.

"Ji-su!"

Without wasting any time I ran to the door.

"Hey, wait!"

Hyun-su grabbed my arm pulling me back before I could reach the doorknob.

"I have to go! My friend, she's in danger!" I said with an anxious voice and shaky hands.

"Yo....you'll die before you can reach her." He did have a point, but I didn't care I didn't want to lose someone else.

"I can't just do nothing!" I pleaded hoping he would understand and let me go.

With a scared look on his face, he looked down at me before letting me go. Grabbing a mop from the wall he smacked it against a corner breaking the mop part off. I was totally confused about what he wanted to do with it until he walked past me to the door.

I wanted to speak up, but before I could he yanked the door open letting out a scream, and ran into the hallway. For a moment I just stood there surprised and confused by his behavior with frown brows before shaking my head, following after him. I stopped walking when I heard him talk to someone before continuing to, making sure it wasn't the girl.

The moment I came from behind the corner I saw Hyun-su fall down onto the dirty ground.

What the hell?

My eyes traveled back up and saw a man standing there in a light brown suit, with one side of his face covered in burn marks. I opened my mouth to say something, but honestly, I didn't know what to say. The man looks up with an unbothered look.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"What?! No?! I just met him today! Besides, just because a boy and a girl hang out together doesn't mean their boyfriend en girlfriend!" I quickly rambled on shaking my head at him.

"He helped me escape from a crazy girl that wanted to kill me." I kneeled down next to Hyun-su making sure that he was still alive and didn't die out of shock and fear.

"He said something about crazy a woman as well." The man casually said.

I wanted to ask him who he was because I hadn't seen him here before when I remembered Ji-su.

"Shit!"

I stood up debating if I had the leave Hyun-su here and go to Ji-su risking my own life. My gaze went back to the man who was about to walk away.

"Hey, sir! Can you go upstairs and check on a friend of mine? I'm sure that woman went after her when she heard the music. I would go myself, but." I pointed at Hyun-su telling him I couldn't leave him behind.

The man looks up from him giving me a stern look before letting out a groan and turning around. I watch as he goes upstairs leaving me behind on my own.

Well, not really on my own.

I look down at Hyun-su's unconscious body letting out a loud sigh. Knowing I had to get him back to his room, I kneeled down and put my arms underneath his armpits trying to lift him up without letting him fall.

Jesus, this boy is taller than me and I'm here dragging him around.

With a few groans and curse words, I reached his apartment safely. First I dragged him inside before closing the door quickly afterward. I didn't want to risk leaving it open with that woman still running around here. Gathering my last strength I picked him up again and dragged him further into the room. After I placed him down, I took a seat on the ground taking deep breaths.

I'm not in shape like I used to be before. I looked up at the ceiling trying to see if Ji-su was okay or not. The music had stopped when I came back into the room, but it was oddly quiet up there. Maybe the woman went down instead of up. I was just hoping that Ji-su was alright. I know that she can take care of herself, but seeing how that woman looks I don't know if anyone can take her down without a few shotgun blasts.

I stood up looking around.

There wasn't much to do for me here, but I also couldn't just leave him here alone. Biting my nails, I began to walk back and forth thinking about what the hell was happening with the world. Was this really the end of the world? Honestly, I didn't want it to end this way, but then there is a part of me that would happen that it is.

I jerked back when there was a knock on the door.

Is the girl fucking back?

There was another knock making me more anxious than I already was. I grab the stick that Hyun-su had earlier from the ground, keeping a tight grip on it before making my way to the door. There was another knock, but a voice soon followed.

"Mi-na? Are you in there?"

Ji-su?

I wanted to open the door, but what if it was something else again? I looked through the peephole and saw her standing there with a baseball bat in her hands. Nervously she was looking around trying to see if something was there.

"Ji-su? Is that really you?"

Her head snapped back to the door when she heard my voice.

"Yeah, open up! It gives me the creeps standing out here with that crazy bitch on the loose." I let out a sigh of relief.

That was definitely something she would say.

Hurriedly, I open the door letting her in. I wanted to close the door behind her, but a hand stopped it, making me panic.

Quickly I looked up and saw that it was the man from earlier. Without saying anything I let him inside. The moment I had closed the door and turned around she threw her arms around me.

"Thank God you're okay."

I wanted to say something, but she was squeezing me a little too hard to breathe.

"Ji-su.....air.... please," I mutter out.

She let go of me saying a small sorry.

"I'm glad you are also fine. I thought that it would have killed you!" She quickly shook her head.

"She absolutely wanted to, but she didn't get in my apartment."

Thank God.

I have never thought these old doors would be this strong.

I turn around and see the man kneeling next to Hyun-su.

"He hasn't woken up yet." His voice was stern and most people would immediately think he could be a gangster, together with his looks and intimidating gaze, but I didn't think he was.

In our town, there were a lot of gangs and bad people. Some even came over to discuss something with Miss Ward. I don't know what it was or why someone who runs an orphanage would make deals with people like them, but every time they came a bad feeling filled the house. So by now, I should know the difference. 

"Uhm, no."

The man let out a groan standing up before walking to the door.

"Stay here."

Was the only thing he said before leaving the room.

"He seems charming," Ji-su said looking back at me.

"Yeah totally prince charming," I mutter out, sitting down on the mattress with my back against the wall.

I began to play with my fingers looking up at the door.

"So what now?" She asked walking to Hyun-su, poking him with the bat to see if she gets a response.

"Just like he said. Stay here and wait. What else can we do?" She sat down on the ground next to Hyun-su letting out a groan.

"This is all so fucked up."

I chuckle looking down at my hands.

"Tell me about it."

For a few minutes, we just sat there in silence until groans came from Hyun-su's mouth.

"I think he's having a bad dream."

I moved closer to see if she was right and indeed it looked like he was having one.

Ji-su put her hand on his forehead feeling as if he had a fever, I think?

"Why is he so cold?" A frown came on her face and I quickly replaced her hand with mine to feel for myself. 

"I don't know," I whispered looking up at her.

The both of us looked up when we heard a door slam shut, followed by footsteps. To my surprise, Ji-su stood up and began to walk to the door.

"Where are you going?!" I hissed standing up.

"Stay here, okay? I'll come back if it's safe and with help for him." I didn't want her to go and put herself in danger.

Ji-su is an impatient person who doesn't like to wait around. I swallow thickly watching her walk out the door.

"Ji-su!" I managed to yell before the door was completely closed.

"Yeah?" She asked poking her head back inside.

"Please be careful."

She gave me a big smile nodding her head.

"Don't worry about me, you're the younger one I should be worried about you."

I smile nodding my head.

She gave me one last wave before disappearing behind the closed door.

I turned back around and saw that Hyun-su's computer had turned on. Jisu must have bumped into it when she stood up. I made my way to it ready to close it when my eyes saw the words appearing on the screen.

"Monsters? Stated of alert? Nosebleed?" I whisper out loud.

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[lastwitchkiss]

excuse me for a second while i bang my head against this wall

[rh1nest0neluvvsu]

Excuse me for a second while I bang my head against this wall 😃

[marsi-is-depressed]

Finding a Family series. Chapter 5: She's a true dragon.

The king finds out about her and Aemond's fight

Word of your altercation with Aemond spread quickly through the Red Keep. While your parents were proud of you, not everyone shared their sentiments—least of all King Viserys. By mid-afternoon, the frail king had heard of your fiery confrontation and summoned you to his chambers.

You entered cautiously, your head held high, though a knot of unease twisted in your stomach. Viserys sat on the Iron Throne, his posture slumped with the weight of years and his failing health. His expression was not one of understanding or amusement but of thinly veiled anger.

“Your Majesty,” you greeted, bowing your head slightly. Viserys wasted no time. “So, it’s true,” he said, his voice sharp despite its raspiness. “You struck your cousin.”

“He deserved it,” you replied, unable to keep the edge from your voice.

Viserys’s gaze hardened. “You are Targaryen, girl. You must act with dignity and restraint, not like some... common street brawler!” Your fists clenched at your sides, and you met his gaze with a defiance that mirrored your father’s. “Aemond insulted me, humiliated me. I defended myself.” The king rose slowly, leaning on his cane as he descended the steps of the throne. He stopped directly in front of you, his imposing presence doing little to intimidate you. “You think that excuses your behaviour?” he hissed. Without warning, he grabbed your arm, his grip tighter than you would have expected from a man in his condition. “You broke his nose. Perhaps I should break yours to teach you a lesson in control.”

Fear flashed through you, but it was quickly overtaken by anger. “Let go of me!” you shouted, wrenching yourself free of his grasp. Viserys stumbled back, his face a mix of shock and outrage, but you didn’t stay to see his reaction. You turned and ran, your heart pounding in your chest as you fled through the halls of the Red Keep.

Once inside your chambers, you slammed the door shut and leaned against it, your breathing shallow and erratic. The fear, the anger, the humiliation—it all bubbled to the surface in a chaotic torrent. Before you could stop yourself, you began to lash out. You grabbed a vase from a nearby table and hurled it across the room, watching as it shattered against the wall. The sound was satisfying, but it did little to calm the storm inside you. Tears streamed down your face as you turned to the wall and punched it with all your might. Pain shot through your hand, but you didn’t care. You punched again, and again, until your knuckles were bruised and bloodied. A scream tore from your throat as you sank to the floor, clutching your injured hand and sobbing uncontrollably.

Daemon had been in the training yard when he heard the commotion. The sound of shattering glass and your anguished cries reached him even from a distance, sending a chill down his spine. Without a second thought, he abandoned his sparring partner and sprinted toward your chambers. He reached your door in moments, his heart hammering as he heard your screams. “Y/N!” he called, banging on the door. “Open the door!”

There was no response, only the sound of more crashing and your sobs.

“Y/N, I’m coming in!” he shouted.

With a swift kick, Daemon forced the door open and rushed inside. The sight before him made his blood run cold. You were on the floor, your hands bloodied and your chest heaving as you struggled to breathe. Broken glass and shattered objects littered the room.

Daemon dropped to his knees beside you, his hands gently gripping your shoulders. “Stop, my little dragon,” he said, his voice both firm and soothing. “It’s me. I’m here.” You tried to push him away, your panic still consuming you. “I can’t—I can’t do this anymore!” you cried, your words coming out in gasps.

“Yes, you can,” he said, pulling you into his arms despite your resistance. “You’re strong, Y/N. You’re stronger than this.” You sobbed against his chest, your fists pounding weakly against him before you finally collapsed into his embrace. Daemon held you tightly, one hand stroking your hair as he whispered calming words.

“It’s all right,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

When your breathing finally began to steady, he pulled back just enough to look at you. “Tell me what happened,” he said softly. You hesitated, your voice barely a whisper as you recounted the encounter with Viserys. As you spoke, Daemon’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching and his eyes burning with fury.

“He... he grabbed my arm,” you said, your voice breaking. “He said he’d break my nose.” Daemon’s grip on your shoulders tightened, but he forced himself to stay calm for your sake. “He dared to lay a hand on you?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. You nodded, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. “I just... I couldn’t take it anymore.” Daemon cupped your face in his hands, his thumb wiping away your tears. “Listen to me,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. “What Viserys did was wrong. You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve any of this.” You nodded weakly, the weight of his words slowly sinking in.

“I’ll handle this,” he promised, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “No one threatens my daughter. Not even the king.” Your eyes widened. “Father, don’t—” He silenced you with a shake of his head. “You let me worry about Viserys,” he said firmly. “Your only job is to focus on healing. Do you understand?” You hesitated before nodding, the warmth of his protection giving you a sliver of comfort amidst the chaos. Daemon helped you to your feet and guided you to sit on the edge of your bed. As he inspected your injured hand, his touch gentle despite his simmering anger, he made a silent vow: no one would ever make you feel this way again—not while he still drew breath.

Daemon stormed into the throne room with the fury of a dragon unleashed. Viserys was seated on the Iron Throne, his face pale and weary, though he tried to project authority. The guards shifted uneasily as Daemon approached, his steps heavy with purpose and his hand resting on the pommel of Dark Sister. "You dared to lay hands on my daughter," Daemon hissed, his voice low but venomous. Viserys sighed, leaning on the throne's armrest. "She needs discipline, Daemon. She cannot behave as she pleases simply because she bears our name."

Daemon's eyes narrowed, and he took another step forward. "You may be king, Viserys, but if you ever touch her again, I swear on our house’s name that I will make you regret it. Not even the throne will protect you from me." The tension in the room was palpable. Viserys waved a hand dismissively, though the flicker of unease in his eyes betrayed him. "Daemon, enough. I will not hear this." But Daemon leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for his brother. "You will hear me, Viserys. She is my daughter, my blood, and you will not lay a finger on her again. If you do... there won't be a throne for you to sit on."

Later that evening, a commotion broke out in the castle courtyard. Rhaenyra and Daemon were in their chambers with you when the distant sounds of shouts and crackling flames reached their ears. The three of you rushed to the windows to see a fire raging just beyond the castle walls, its orange glow illuminating the darkened sky.

"What's happening?" you asked, your voice trembling. Before anyone could respond, the door to your chambers burst open, and two guards grabbed you roughly by the arms.

"What is the meaning of this?" Daemon roared, drawing Dark Sister in an instant.

"The king’s orders," one of the guards said, dragging you toward the door.

"Let her go!" Rhaenyra shouted, but the guards were already pulling you down the hallway.

You were thrown to the ground just outside the blazing fire. The heat was intense, the flames licking at the air as if hungry for more. Viserys stood nearby, his expression cold and unyielding.

"Perhaps you need a reminder of what it means to be Targaryen," he said, his voice devoid of warmth.

"Father, please!" you cried, trying to back away, but the guards shoved you closer to the flames. Daemon and Rhaenyra arrived just in time to see Viserys push you into the fire.

"NO!" Rhaenyra screamed, running toward the inferno, but Daemon grabbed her arm, holding her back. His face was pale, his eyes wide with horror.

The flames roared around you, swallowing you whole. You braced yourself for the pain, for the searing agony that should have come—but it never did.

Instead, you felt... nothing.

The fire danced around you, its heat a strange comfort rather than a torment. You looked down at your hands, watching in amazement as the flames licked at your skin without leaving a mark. Slowly, you stood, the inferno parting before you as if bowing to your will.

Rhaenyra and Daemon stood frozen, their expressions a mixture of fear and awe as you stepped out of the flames, unharmed and glowing with an otherworldly light. "She's... she's fireproof," Rhaenyra whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Daemon’s shock quickly morphed into pride. "She's more than that," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "She's a true dragon."

You walked toward them, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and wonder. "I—I didn’t know..." you stammered, looking down at your unscathed skin. Rhaenyra pulled you into a tight embrace, her tears soaking into your hair. "You’re safe, my love," she whispered. "You’re safe."

Daemon approached you both, his hand resting on your shoulder as he turned to glare at Viserys, who stood watching with a stunned expression. "You tried to destroy her," Daemon said, his voice dripping with contempt. "But you only proved her strength. You’ll regret this, brother."

As the fire burned itself out, you stood between your parents, their protective arms around you. The whispers of the courtiers and guards who had witnessed the event spread like wildfire through the castle. The girl who emerged unscathed from the flames. The dragon reborn.

And though the pain of what had happened lingered in your heart, the knowledge of your strength—and the unwavering love of your parents—kindled a fire within you that would never be extinguished. Daemon leaned close, his voice a quiet promise in your ear. "No one will ever harm you again, Y/N. Not while I’m alive. Fire and blood, my little dragon. Fire and blood."

[unknown-writez]

Misfit Toys

Chapter Four: Down The Well- Part Four

I got up quickly backing away from them turning my defensive side on. “What the hell is going on?! Who are these people?!” I shouted at my dad but he didn’t say anything, just stood in the background letting these strangers take over. “I know you're shocked. confused. Let me explain…” the man started to talk. “My name is Theo galavant. This is my sister tabitha.” he continued gesturing towards the women “You must be (Y/F/N) I have heard a lot about you.” I glared back at the man as he talked. My eyebrows furrowing in confusion at his commentary. “Let’s skip the pleasantries and get to the real business at hand shall we. We are here because your father has made a lucrative deal with us-” “For what?!” I asked in a demanding tone cutting him off making him chuckle a little. “For you of course.” he answered back smiling “What!? Me?!” I asked shocked and disgusted “Why would you want me?” “We have a business associate who is very interested in you and I like to keep my partnerships happy.” he   finished explaining. I moved my gaze to my unaffected father anger and rage starting to flow through my veins as my eyes watered and body turned red. “You asshole!” I screamed at him as amused faces appeared on the others around me. “How could you trade your daughter for your own self interest! After everything you put me through! You are a cruel unloving coward and a piece of shit!” I pointed at him, shaking full of emotions, a few tears dropping from my lashes as the others backed away from my dad going into the kitchen area. My father stood in front of the bedroom door unmoving. unreadable. There was no remorse in his eyes. No guilt. “I can’t believe I trusted you for even a second! You deserve nothing! Not money! Not love! How much?! How much was my life worth to you?!…. you know what, never mind. I don’t care.” I scoffed, giving a little deranged wrathful laugh “I hope. No. I wish you would just drop dead.” I finished a rage filled venom coating my words. Suddenly a loud bang went off and my body jumped, the sound startling me. Then a ringing sound entered my head hurting my ears. Surprise and shock washed over me as I watched my dads body fall with a great crash onto the wooden floor lifeless. His bright red blood now splattered against the wood splintered and hole filled door and slowly dripping off the walls. I dropped to the floor exhausted, eyes unable to move away from the scene as his blood gushed pooling onto the wooden floors into a large puddle. Emotions and thoughts overwhelmed me. Tears lightly fell from my eyes as the once closed door that my dad had stood behind slowly opened to reveal a smiling Jerome. He laughed uncontrollably stepping over the body giving a playful “Excuse me.” to it before turning his attention to me. “Tada!” he said tossing the gun to the side like it was nothing as he took a bow. “Your wish is my command. What a rush am I right! wahoo!” he hollered doing a little spin “He kinda reminded me of mommy dearest. Gross.” he shivered comedically “You’re better off without him. Just like I am without her. Trust me.” he finished while glaring at my dads body. Turning towards me his eyes poured into mine as I looked up at him. Pain started to rip through my chest. My dad sold me out. Who can I trust? I’m all alone. I don’t want to be alone. Fear bubbled up in me not because there was a dead body in front of me I was actually happy deep down knowing that he was gone for good not because I was surrounded by crazy people. No. I was afraid of being by myself with my thoughts and my feelings. The one shot at hope I had in my life betrayed me. The light being my make believe dreams and expectations was gone blown out like a candle when the liquid wax grew too close to the wick and Jerome may have been holding the gun but I was the one that killed him. I was the one that decided to come here to fall for my dads pathetic trick.

[naviesweloveyou]

paring: seohyunxfem!reader

warnings: wax play, blindfolding, mommy kink, degradation, praise, after care

let me know if i missed anything!!

tags: @tinyidle

You knew it was a dumb idea to test Joohyun all day, but you kept doing it. Sneaky texts here and there, a photo of your cleavage, or a quick shot up your skirt. Just little things that would catch her attention. Everything was going well until you got the dreaded text from her. "Be on the bed when I get home, no excuses!!" You look up at the clock on the wall to see how much time you have before she gets home, about two hours. You go to take a shower, forgetting that on Tuesdays she gets off early.

You don't hear the door bang against the frame or the slam of her bag. what finally pulls your attention is the sound of the bathroom door opening. "Where are you supposed to be?" She asks teeth clenched. When you don't answer, you feel yourself get pulled out of the shower. "I asked where you were supposed to be?" she asks again, hand sliding up around your throat. "On the bed" you whine out, not looking in her eyes. "Look at me" She growls out, tightening her hand. Your eyes shoot up to meet hers, seeing her brown eyes go black. With no hesitation, she pushes you back onto the bed, pulling her shirt over her head. "My stupid baby just had to act like a brat, huh?" She says, sitting on your lap, grinding down slightly. "what do you have nothing to say? you get to act like a whore while I'm at work, but when I come home you act like you're so innocent?" You do nothing but whine, thrusting your hips up for some kind of pleasure, knowing that she's in complete control.

"Mommy, please? Touch me?" You mumble, looking up to catch her eyes. "Mommy will fuck you when she wants to. Actually, I wanna try something with you" She says, climbing off of you. She disappears into the closet before walking about with a few things in her hands. Letting them roll onto the bed, she walks off again. You sit up slightly to look at the items, a blindfold, a few candles, and her favorite strap. She comes back in with a cup of water and a washcloth and sits them on the table. "What? I might drop a candle" She chuckles, seeing the look on your face. "What is the candle for?" you ask. "Mommy wants to see how much you can handle. What's your safe word baby?" She asks, knowing the answer.

"Generation" you squeak out, excited for the play that was about to happen. Seohyeon nods as she tells you to get undressed and put your clothes in the hamper. You scamper to get back on the bed and get ready for Joohyun. Looking over at her, you see her getting out the lighter. "Mommy is going to use a little bit of the wax before she covers your eyes that way you don't get too scared, okay? Roll onto your tummy." You nod, rolling to lay on your stomach, preparing for the first drops. Feeling one hit your back, you wince, the feeling unusual but not bad. You feel it start to harden in place and sigh. " It feels good mommy," you say. "Okay, roll over for me princess," She says softly. You roll onto your back and lay still, waiting once again for the drops of wax. One lands on your nipple and you yelp, back arching. Joohyun waits for a second to see your reaction before doing it to the other nipple. "Mommy please" You scream out, back arching again.

"Please what baby? Please more? Okay," she says, tipping the candle again, letting a bigger drop of wax land on your stomach. A chuckle leaves her lips when you moan loudly, eyes glued shut. "Aww does the little slut like it?" She asks, dripping more down your stomach. "Maybe mommy should have done this before. You're dripping onto the bed. Such an eager slut. Are you ready for mommy's cock? Huh?" She waits for a response, and when she doesn't get one, she drops more wax on you. "I asked if you wanted mommy's cock princess. I don't have to give it to you, you know?" "Please! I want mommy's cock to please" You scream out, hips humping towards the air. She pulls away to adjust the strap on her waist, pulling it tight. Climbing to straddle you, she places the blindfold on your eyes. "Don't be scared to use your safe word okay?" she says, tightening the cloth. After hearing confirmation, she flips you over and runs the tip of the strap up and down your folds. She pushes in slightly as she tips the candle again. Hearing you scream makes her smile, and push in further. Shallow thrusts are accompanied by drops of wax rolling down your back. You feel as if she's painting, using your back as a canvas. You hear the spark of the lighter and feel the drip of more wax. "The red looked so pretty, but the black looks better" Joohyeon moans out, bottoming out in you. As you thrust your hips back, you feel wax drip on your ass. "Mommy, hurts" you whine, grinding back into her. "If it hurts why are you being such a slut for it?" She asks, slapping your ass where the wax landed. Moans continue to fall from your lips, mixed with hisses as the wax lands. Joohyun finally puts the candle out and grabs your hips. "Don't make any noises, understood?" She asks, slapping your ass again. "Yes, Mommy" you moan into the pillow. With her hands on your hips, she slams into you. She brings a hand up to push your back down farther, pushing your ass out. "Stay like this bitch" she moans, continuing her assault. Screams get caught in your thought as you try to behave, shoving your face into the pillow, biting down. You can feel the tip of her touching your cervix, her hips going at a bruising pace.

Close to cumming, you turn your head to look at Joohyun, a look of pure concentration on her face. "Is my baby gonna come? Huh? Are you gonna come on mommy's dick? Does it feel too good in you? Stupid baby can't take any pleasure without acting like a slut." She says, bringing her finger down to rub at your clit. "Such a messy cunt isn't it? You're leaking everywhere princess." All of her words and touches felt too good, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Mommy! Come please?" You whine out, mouth dropped open. "Go ahead, princess. Come for mommy." She whispers in your ear, leaning over you as she continues to slam her hips into you. The screams flow out as you come on her strap, her thrust slowing down again. "Mommy no more" You mumble, scooting your body from by her. "Mommy's all done," She says, pulling out slowly. She takes the washcloth she brought in earlier and wiped your legs clean before laying you on her chest.

"Do you need a drink baby?" She asks, holding up the cup of water and sipping from it. Seeing your soft nod, she holds it to your lips as you sip some before laying your head back down. "Do you want mommy to get the wax off of you now?" She says, rubbing your back. When you shake your head no, she chuckles before kissing your forehead. "Do you just want mommy cuddles right now?" "Yes mommy" you sigh, cuddling closer to her.

[all-purpose-medintern]

“ Excuse me for a second while I bang my head against this wall. ”

[juliagirlfail]

Excuse me for a second while I bang my head against this wall

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Leaving

Summary: It's been a couple years since that night at Bobby's when Dean let Sam cross that line, the line they weren't supposed to cross, and while it would be a stretch to say that they were doing good, he didn't see this coming.

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester (although this part is just Gencest, no smut)

Warnings: Angst & unresolved repressed mutual pining

Words: 2983

Read on AO3

Previously posted as an unfinished ficlet on this post, this is now part of my Wasn't In the Cards series.

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Sam was leaving. It felt like the ground was shaking. Sam was leaving and the walls were heaving in and out with Dean’s labored breaths. The earth shattered with his heartbeat. He knew the world around him was perfectly still, as much as it ever was, and yet Dean’s entire universe was crumbling apart because Sam was leaving and Dad had told him not to come back.

Dean had stood still as stone while Sam had furiously gathered his stuff, his clothes, books, laptop, and shoes. He didn’t have much, so it all fit into one worn and battered backpack that he slung over his shoulder, the same shoulder he used to push past Dad on his way out the door. The bang as it slammed behind him finally jolted Dean into pursuit.

“Talk some sense into him.” John said, his voice low and threatening.

Sam was halfway across the parking lot, heading towards the road, his long legs and determined stride carrying him quickly away.

“Sam! Stop!”

Dean had to run to catch up, but Sam hadn’t slowed at all. Dean made a desperate grab at his arm, trying to turn him back, but Sam shrugged him off.

“Goddamn it, Sam, stop, just stop!”

Sam stopped so suddenly that Dean ran past him a few steps, momentum carrying him around between his brother and the road. The look on Sam’s face made him hesitate, whatever he was going to say next sticking in his throat. Sam’s eyes were red and swimming with welling tears that broke and wet his cheeks when he blinked to clear them. His jaw was clenched, lips pressed to the point of trembling, but his chin was up, defiant, prepared for another fight.

Dean swallowed, mouth almost too dry. “He didn’t mean it.”

“The fuck he didn’t!”

“He…”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare make excuses for him, Dean.” Sam’s chest expanded and he angrily huffed in and out through his nose, nostrils flaring as he began to pace back and forth.

Dean held his hands up, like he was trying to calm a spooked horse instead of his brother, as he moved to block Sam’s escape. “Just wait. Wait, Sam.”

“Why? I can’t be here anymore. I can’t…”

“Just let me think for a second, man. Just wait.” 

Now that they’d stopped, the shaking threatened to make Dean hurl, a clammy sweat breaking out across his forehead and behind his ears. Sam finally looked at him, looked him in the eyes, and Dean could almost see himself reflected in his brother’s gaze. He saw the idea flash like a lightbulb turning on just before Sam spoke. 

“Come with me.”

Sam stepped forward, not to go around him, not towards the road, but right up into Dean’s space, his hand clutching at Dean’s sleeve.

“What?” 

“Come with me. You don’t have to stay here.” 

They were almost touching, close enough to feel the other’s breath, circling, once again locked in their orbital dance around each other.

A crash of breaking glass from the motel room and a barely heard curse from John, muffled by the closed door, made them flinch.

“Come on.” Dean said and pulled Sam towards the car.

Doors squeaked open and closed together followed by the loud rumble of the Impala’s engine coming to life. The shaking in Dean’s hands steadied as he gripped the wheel and steered them away from the motel, but his heart was pounding against his ears.

“...can… over.” 

Wait, “What?” he asked but it was no good, he couldn’t track what his brother was saying. He pulled into an empty parking lot and threw the car into park and looked at Sam, his eyes wide, brow scrunched in concern as the edges of the world curled in around Dean’s vision.

“Dean? Shit, breathe! Hey, hey, hey! Just breathe, okay?”

He closed his eyes and curled forward, hands still gripped painfully tight on the steering wheel, as he struggled to pull in air.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Dean spent so much time and effort making himself bigger, his voice deeper, louder, to keep the world at bay. He hadn’t felt this small in a decade or more. But his voice came out small and fragile now. “It’s not okay, Sam.” 

“Dean…”

“No.” His head rested between his hands, forehead thunking softly against the wheel. “Nothing about this is okay.”

He felt Sam stiffen back against the seat.

“I got accepted, with a full ride, to one of the most prestigious schools in the country.”

Dean shook his head and whispered out, “Of course you did.”

But Sam was building up steam again. “And Dad is acting like I just said I was running away to join the circus! What the hell? Any parent would be proud if their kid… should be proud if their kid gets accepted to Stanford. It’s fucking Stanford! But not our dad! No! I’m the disappointment, the black sheep, the bad fucking egg! And the worst part is that I knew it. I knew he was going to take it this way. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”

Dean’s head snapped up. “You didn’t say anything to me either!” 

Sam stopped and had the decency to look guilty.

“How long have you known? How long have you been planning this? How many months? Years? And you didn’t say a word to me about it.”

Sam looked down, wiping his palms on his knees. “I did though. I tried to talk to you. You didn’t want to hear it.” 

They sat in silence. Long minutes stretching out in desolate quiet.

Finally, quietly, “I meant it, you know.”

Dean looked over at Sam, saw him swallow, saw a barely contained tremor quake through him. 

“Sam.”

Eyes never leaving his knees, “You don’t have to stay here. This doesn’t have to be your life. You can do whatever you want. You could…” He flicked a glance at Dean, but couldn’t hold his eyes. “...go anywhere.”

Dean sighed and they sat like that, Sam’s earlier invitation, that wasn’t repeated, hanging between them.

Finally, Dean cleared his throat and looked around. “How are you going to get there?”

Sam slumped a bit into the seat, and looked out his window. “I was planning on taking a bus.”

“Tonight?”

“First thing in the morning. Figured it would take a couple of hours to walk to the station, there’s an all night diner across the street, I’ll wait there until morning.”

Dean nodded and shifted the car into drive. “Which way?”

Sam pointed to the right and Dean pulled out, following Sam’s directions.

It took about half an hour to drive to the bus station. They were silent the entire way. A few times Dean saw Sam turn towards him, looking like he was going to say something, but then he just turned back to look out his window. Meanwhile, it was all Dean could do to not slam the car into a phone pole or pull a U turn and haul ass as far from that bus as he could. Instead, he stared at the road ahead and drove.

Sam was leaving and Dean was going to let him go. He was. He was going to take Sam to his bus and wait with him and, sure, yeah, he was going to try to talk him into staying, but if Sam got on that bus then Dean was going to let him… he was. Fuck.

Finally, he pulled into a parking space looking back across the road, the diner that Sam had mentioned was in front of them. It was lit up but looked mostly empty, which made sense, it was a little after midnight and this was almost nowhere.

He put the car in park and turned off the engine. 

“You already got your ticket?”

“Yeah. I bought it two days ago.”

Dean shut his eyes and shook his head. The reality of Sam planning all of this kicking him right in the gut. 

Silence settled uneasily over them. They sat there for a while, neither of them seemed to be in a hurry to move the night along. 

If you just… you could… give him a reason to stay and he won’t leave you. Dean’s thoughts came in bursts, each more panicky than the last, each left hanging and unfinished because he wouldn’t let himself go there. He never let himself go there.

“Come on.” Dean said as he got out of the car.

Sam followed without saying a word.

A bell on the door rattled more than chimed as they pushed through into the harsh, buzzing fluorescent lights of the diner. The smell of old grease and coffee greeted them like an old friend. The sign on the counter said to seat themselves, so they claimed a booth a little away from the door. An aging waitress in a powder blue uniform came by with a pot of coffee already in hand and they both flipped over the mugs that were waiting on the table. She filled them. The coffee smelled a little burnt.

“Can we get a few minutes to look over the menu? Thanks.” Dean said and she walked off.

Sam grabbed a creamer and poured it into his mug and stirred. His nose scrunched up when he took a cautious sip and he grabbed a sugar packet and shook it back and forth a few times before tearing it open and stirring the sugar in as well. His nose scrunched less on his second sip, which meant it was drinkable. Dean just sat with one arm stretched over the back of the seat, his coffee left black and steaming in front of him as he watched his brother avoid looking back at him.

When he couldn’t stand the quiet any more he said, “Where is Stanford anyway?”

“California.”

“Hmm.”

“Near San Francisco.”

Dean nodded.

Sam sipped his coffee.

The waitress puttered around behind the counter, putting on a fresh pot of coffee.

Sam looked at Dean, finally. He looked uncomfortable.

Good.

“You’re mad I didn’t tell you.” It wasn’t a question, there was no doubt.

“Ya think?” he snapped back, temper threatening to burst but he took a breath and looked at the window. The dark night beyond the glass was mostly invisible, hidden by the reflection of the diner.

“Dean…”

“You were just gonna leave?”

“... I…” Sam looked down. 

“You know how crazy that would have made Dad. How worried we’d’ve been? I woulda…” he wiped his hand over his face. He leaned forward, his hand curled into a fist pressed against his mouth, and sat there for a moment before, “Were you even gonna leave us a note?”

Sam shook his head like he was denying Dean’s implication.

“Or were you just going to vanish during the night? Let us think… let me think that something had gotten you? I mean, jesus, Sam.”

“No, I was, I was always going to tell you. I wouldn’t have left without saying…” “What? Goodbye?” 

Dean blinked back the tears that suddenly stung his eyes and made the room swim.

It was a long few minutes before he trusted himself to say anything.

He took a swig from his coffee. It tasted terrible.

“Ma’am?” He called the waitress over. “What do you want, Sam?”

“I don’t think I can eat.”

“I’ll take a cheeseburger with a double side of fries, please.”

“You got it.”

Instead of talking, they both slowly sipped their coffee and looked everywhere except at each other. When his burger arrived, he pushed the fries towards the center of the table and forced himself to eat. He barely tasted it and it sank like a rock in his stomach, but it gave him something to do. He had to have something to do so that he didn’t do anything stupid.

Sam picked at the fries, but he mostly just rubbed his fingertips across the surface of the table and stole fleeting looks at Dean.

Every so often the waitress came around and topped off their coffees. When she did, Sam would add another creamer, but he didn’t add any more sugar after that first packet. It hit Dean how much of a change that was. It felt like only yesterday that his brother was still giving him those big sad, puppy eyes to get the last of the Lucky Charms. Sam wasn’t a little kid anymore. 

Dean looked at him. Sam was as tall as he was, maybe taller, although Dean wasn’t prepared to admit to that yet. And he still had that lanky, stretched, sort of beanpole thing going on because he hadn’t started to fill into his height yet. His face was more angular, shedding the softening layers of baby fat. More than ever before, Dean could see the man that his brother would become. He just wished he knew who that guy was going to be and wondered if he’d ever get to know him.

He took a breath to say something, to ask some stupid, inane question about college, anything just to break the silence and try to hold on for a little bit longer. 

“Don’t start.”

Dean huffed out the breath. “Christ, you’re as stubborn as Dad, you know that?”

Sam sighed. “Thank you for driving and for not just dumping me off, but if you’re going to sit here and try to change my mind, then I’d rather…” he paused, his whole face scrunching up in an effort to keep his cool, “... I’m okay waiting alone.” He looked up at Dean, meeting his eyes defiantly.

A part of Dean wanted to go, to stand up and storm out, but, where was he going to storm off too? Dad would be a miserable ass still about this, assuming he hadn’t gone off somewhere to drink away the family drama, and Sam was leaving. Dean had nowhere to go.

This was it. Sam was leaving to start a new life without them, without him. And he couldn’t bring himself to cut this night any shorter than it already was. So he sat and he tried to think of something to say, something to do, anything, that might keep Sam from leaving… and he couldn’t think of a single thing.

The time passed slowly, yet before he knew it, before he was ready, the eastern horizon was beginning to lighten, the world outside the window appearing out of the darkness once again. He paid the waitress for their food and coffee and they walked back across the street to wait by the car. They leaned against her, side by side, shoulders just barely touching when they shifted their weight from foot to foot, hands jammed down deep in their pockets, Sam’s backpack resting by his feet. They waited for Sam’s bus to take him away.

At 5:45am Sam looked at his watch, he’d been checking it every few minutes for a while, as it got closer and closer to departure time.

“They’ll be letting people on now, I should…”

Dean nodded, felt like he was one of those stupid bobblehead things, like he couldn’t stop. His eyes stung as he reached out and curled a hand around the back of Sam’s neck, tugging him closer. Sam looked down at Dean’s mouth and then back up to his eyes, saw Dean looking back the same way, and licked his lips. And for one crazy second Dean thought, if I kiss him I bet I could get him to stay, at least a little while longer. Maybe miss this bus and then maybe the next one too… 

And for once, he let himself picture it, fucking tasted it. The memory had never been far from the surface of his mind, not since that night, and his heart rate picked up, he swallowed thickly and did what he’d done every time the thought had surfaced since that night, he shoved it back underwater and pulled Sam into a hug instead. Wrapping his arms around his brother’s shoulders, still so thin, still a just kid.

“Take care of yourself, Dean.”

“Ha, I’m supposed to say that to you,” he said with his eyes closed, arms still tight around his brother. It felt like someone was pinching the back of his throat and when blinking his eyes didn’t clear them, he wiped at them quickly before pulling back.

“Be careful, Sam. Don’t do anything stupid, but, uh, have fun, you know, go to a party or something.” He was losing it and it was all he could do to pull the shattered remnants of his ego around him, piece together enough of a mask to let Sam go. Dean stepped back fully, out of Sam’s space, “Go on.” 

Sam’s eyes were swimming too, his chin quivering with the effort to keep himself from falling apart. He sniffled loud and wet, swallowed, and nodded without saying another word. But his eyes were still screaming at Dean, come with me, as he slung his backpack over one shoulder and finally turned away.

“Hey, ah…”

Sam stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

“Call me when you get there, okay? Let me know you didn’t die or anything, bitch.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I will, jerk.”

Dean stood there as Sam disappeared onto one of the waiting buses. He stood there until it pulled away, driving away from the rising sun. He stood there until standing there felt stupid and pointless and then he drove back to the motel. With any luck John would be asleep and Dean would have a few more hours before he had to deal with him. He needed the time, because all he wanted to do was scream his head off, but that wasn’t going to help anything. Maybe he’d just sleep in the car for a couple of hours, just to make sure he didn’t wake Dad up.

Fuck.

[drama-rebellion]

Wallflowers

(A short-story about two girls meeting on a not so superficial night…)

Tarja hated this place. Every bit of it. She wished she would never had given in to her mum’s urging of going out and meeting people of her age. What a stupid idea.

The big hall was nauseating. Those rich young people in suits and dresses, who picky nibbled at cheese-grape spikes and savoured their glasses of two hundred-dollar champagne, while they were swaying to the live music of a gruesome jazz band. And these boring, lifeless beige walls with red curtains that guarded the black windows… tasteless!

Tarja stood near the entrance without a move, watching the crowd disgusted. Maybe if she left fast now, nobody would miss her, but right in that moment, her date showed up beside her and Tarja felt the strong urge to bang her head against a wall. Instead she forced a smile towards this average guy from the neighbourhood whom her mother had chosen her to go out with. Absolutely ridiculous and embarrassing beyond words, but obviously her mum didn’t mind to force her into the next Stone Age! At least this guy wasn’t much thrilled to be here either.

“Ehm yeah…” he started uneasy, “well, I’m sorry you have to be here with me. My mum told me it would be good for me and she insisted on it. It wasn’t mine idea, really…”

Tarja just smiled again.

“It’s okay. I think it’s the best we don’t mention it to our parents and, ehm…” she pressed her lips together for a second and gave him a kinda excusing and pitying look.

“… let’s just go different ways, yeah?” she suggested and the boy nodded relieved.

“Good idea”, he spilled out and quickly revoked from her peeved presence.

Tarja was left behind in her dark green, golden dress with this small glittering bag in her hand and a head full of thoughts she was unable to shut out. Couples kept passing her by entering the hall, laughing, talking and entertaining themselves. Tarja felt like the only one in a huge group who didn’t get the joke everybody was laughing about. With a deep sigh she looked at her watch. It was barely ten. If she returned home now, her mum would assail her with questions and she wasn’t ready yet to go through more judgment and endless discussions with her parents.

But what to do now? Definitely not staying at this revolting party.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” a female voice suddenly asked and Tarja turned around.

A woman stood at one of the bar tables. She had pinned her long brown curls up and only few strands of hair covered her shoulders. She wore a black dress with a corset and a black leather jacket over it. All in all she seemed even more displaced than Tarja.

“What do you mean?” she asked interested and hesitantly walked closer. The stranger made an explaining hand gesture towards the hall.

“You can impossibly want to stay here”, she said like it was the most logic thing in the world. And it probably was. Laughing Tarja shook her head and her black hair fell into her face.

“Oh no, definitely not. I’d rather be anywhere but here”

“Good. So you will come with me?” the woman asked with a promising sparkle in her brown eyes.

“Where?”

“To a place which is much more fun”. Sly smile.

Tarja knew that she shouldn’t go. It was too risky and dangerous. Who knew who this woman really was after all?

“What is your name?” she asked curiously.

“Sharon”

The sound of her name had something mysterious what increased Tarja’s curiosity even more.

Nervously Tarja bit her lip to keep herself from blushing. She failed brilliantly.

“And with who do I have the honour to talk with ?”

The heat in Tarja’s cheeks got even worse.

“I’m Tarja”, she mumbled.

They shook hands. It felt strange, but that’s what you do when you meet new people, right?

“So, why do you come here when you actually hate it?” Sharon asked and slowly the conversation lost its stuffiness and tension.

“My mum got me a date”.

Sharon’s beautiful lips formed into a teasing smile.

“Your mum got you a date? Seriously?”

Tarja blushed again and laughed forcefully.

“Yeah, I know it’s embarrassing” then she changed the subject.

“Why are you here?”

“The champagne is good”, the woman answered with a grin and emptied her glass.

“But enough smalltalk. We shouldn’t waste more time here, don’t you think?”

The jazz band was just about to start raping another innocent song.

“Yes definitely”

On the way to the exit Sharon walked by the buffet, grabbed a bottle of champagne and stowed it in her handbag. Another few seconds they pushed themselves through the people coming towards them, before they finally breathed in the cold night air.

Without asking Sharon suddenly took Tarja’s hand and gently pulled her further away from the crowd at the sidewalk. The warmth of the touch felt strangely familiar. Tarja looked at the other girl astonished and time slowed down, only to let Tarja appreciate this moment of charm. Sharon lifted her hand and a by driving taxi hit the breaks to pick up the two women. With their cheeks burning from the cold, the girls got on the back seat.

“I don’t have much money with me”, Tarja whispered concerned to Sharon, but she shook her head disdainful.

“I have enough money”, she reassured her and then told the driver the address.

They hit the road and with a fizzle the champagne got opened.

“Here, taste the wasteful sparkling water”, Sharon said sarcastically and handed her the bottle. Tarja took some deep sips and the pleasant mild liquid ran down her throat. A light melancholy started to fill her up when she turned her head and watched the crazy coloured lights passing by behind the window. Sometimes she caught a glance at the people in the other cars and a smile played around her lips when she saw some of their expressions, grim faces or upset lip movements when the traffic slowed them down.

Tarja couldn’t say how long they had been driving and at some point she was surprised that Sharon didn’t try to keep up an superficial conversation about where she came from or what she did all day and other boring, normal stuff people just ask you when they aren’t interested or uncomfortable in your presence.

But Sharon just looked outside the window herself, sometimes took a sip of the stolen champagne and time to time Tarja glanced over to her, only to look at her mesmerizing face. Her thoughts wandered aimlessly like they didn’t know where to go next. Actually she was glad the car stopped, before her thoughts could get lost in the darker parts of her mind…

Sharon got out, paid the cap driver and the next moment the two women stood alone in front of a rusty rear entrance. While looking at this obviously neglected door, Tarja asked herself uneasy, if she wouldn’t have been doing better by enduring the discussion with her mum.

A man like a bull guarded the door, dressed in a suit and his hands folded behind his back. Unimpressed Sharon walked towards him, took out a kind of ID from her handbag and passed him without even getting a second look. Tarja followed her insecure through the door and it was like she had just entered the secret portal to Narnia or something. This was no noble club, but no total sinkhole either. It was something comfortably in between, something you could trust on without feeling doubtful.

Still Tarja clung on Sharon like they were Siamese twins.

Deep bass music sounded through the strange club which was parted in sections, just like compartments somehow but different, in a way that didn’t lock you away from anyone, but still granted you enough privacy to have a normal conversation.

Tarja followed her host through half of the club, passing some drunk dancers and stoned people laying on sofas, until they reached that one special corner at the right side. Three girls and two boys sat there, absorbed in a carefree conversation. When Sharon let herself slump down on the black sofa they looked up.

“Hey! I already thought you wouldn’t show up at all!” one of the girls said and hugged Sharon friendly.

“Yeah, it took longer than I thought”, she explained annoyed but then she turned her head and pointed at the still standing Tarja, who obviously felt pretty uncomfortable.

“Oh, this is Tarja by the way. I saved her from that creepy party and brought her here.”

She expected some distant greetings or forced smiles, but instead all of them really bothered to get up and hug her shortly.

“Nice to meet ya!”

Perplex and confused she accepted it and let herself sink down next to Sharon.

“Let me introduce”, she started.

“This is our charming Charlotte”, the red haired woman smiled brightly.

“Above all enthusiastic Robert” one of the guys gave her a nod.

“Amy. She’s a demon, just to warn ya” the girl next to him with incredibly long black hair showed a greeting smile.

“Ruud” the boy raised his fist in the air, “hell yeah!”

Everyone laughed.

“He’s a true chaotic, just ignore it”, Sharon explained smiling while pointing at the last of the three women.

“And that is Lzzy. The walking energy bomb.”

Ruud pointed back at Sharon.

“And last but not least, our heart and soul, our lovely Sharon!”

Sharon smiled and thanked him with a nod.

Slowly Tarja’s insecurity faded as she looked at all those nice and welcoming faces. They were so different from those people she had met before.

“I’m happy to meet you all”, Tarja said honestly and the next second she got already buried in questions. Everyone seemed to be interested in her and that already was a fact in totally unknown territory for Tarja. She had grown up in a wealthy family with a name which got her access to everything and everyone; she went to private school and now, to her own decision, finally to a public college that would start in two months.

I felt good to speak with those people. Normal people. People who stood up every morning trying to handle their lives somehow, not knowing about the next week, or month or year, just living from one second to the next, trying to make the best out of it. There wasn’t much expected of them and still they could give so much more.

They talked and even though Tarja liked all of them and loved to chat with them, her eyes always ended up resting on Sharon, who sat next to her, preoccupied with conversations.

But Tarja didn’t mind. She just watched her, how her lips moved, the expressions on her face, how they went along with her words. She was fascinated by the way Sharon’s clothes moved while speaking, how her hands made supporting gestures and her bright laugh that lightened up the atmosphere.

Tarja just couldn’t stop looking at this incredible human being, astonished and overwhelmed.

The music wasn’t intrusive and the questions not too personal, but despite all the comfort she felt around those wonderful people, she noticed the panic dangerously crawling up her chest. Dryly she swallowed, trying to fight it, but it was no use. Somehow the company and questions released the dark part in her and the loneliness that dwelled there.

Hastily Tarja got up from the sofa.

“Where’s the restroom?” she asked with shallow voice. Everyone went quiet, detecting something was wrong and carefully Amy pointed to the left backside of the club.

“To the corner and then the first door on the left”, she said silently.

“Thanks”, Tarja gasped.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine…” she stuttered, “Just nauseous”

Without any further explanation she rushed towards the rescuing door. Heavily breathing she entered the small and graffiti daubed restroom and propped her hands up on the sink.

Tarja looked up. A person was facing her in the mirror. Green pupils, high cheekbones, messy hair and outworn make up. The lips of the woman trembled, her eyes stared dead at her.

Minutes past before Tarja distantly grabbed her handbag and was already about to fix her face, but then she suddenly felt the unreality hitting her. Her hands felt like they didn’t belong to her, her legs seemed to give in and her head was about to explode. The vision of a red painted canvas crossed her inner eye, with splashes of dreams and hopes, irrevocable wasted and not ever to be taken back. Lost forever.

Tarja held her face under the stream of cold water and felt how the liquid covered every cell, every inch, replaced every thought, and it felt good. Relieving.

With a deep gasp Tarja straightened up and dried her face. She looked horrible now, due the messed up make-up but she fixed it within minutes and even she looked like nothing ever happened now, she was unable to move. She just stared into the mirror.

After a while she heard the door opening.

“What are you doing?” Sharon asked carefully. Tarja didn’t resolve the look from the creature in the mirror.

“Looking at her”, she whispered.

The mouth made her the saddest, next to her dead eyes. There was a dark line between the lips in the outline of several waves in a turbulent storm. It said don’t kiss me, don’t fool me. She was dancer who couldn’t dance…

Tarja turned around to Sharon, faced her with that mask she was trained to put on. This mask that prevented her from getting hurt, getting too attached and dependent. She looked intensely at this woman, the woman who had lead her away from a party into a hurricane of feelings, emotions and memories, good and bad ones, and even now Tarja was unable to say if she regretted it or not.

Sharon put a hand on Tarja’s shoulder. The touch brought the frozen statue back to life and Tarja lifted her head, with pale skin and her green eyes gone dull.

“I’m fine”, she said, but her voice sounded like plastic.

“Sure you are”, Sharon stepped even closer, now putting her other hand on her shoulder as well.

“You don’t have to hide anything from me” she said gently and something in her voice just reached out, embraced Tarja’s soul and whispered calming words to her, promised her that everything, eventually, would be okay.

“I know. I…” Tarja was close to lose control again.

“I just can’t talk about it right now”, she pressed out and lowered her eyes.

“That’s okay. Just keep in mind that you aren’t alone”, she gave her an encouraging smile.

“Shall we go back to the party now?”

Tarja nodded.

When they crossed the wide room on the way back, it felt like she was enclosed by dark water, which made all her steps slow and heavy, drained out all the noise and pressed the air out of her lungs.

Like in trance she sat down next to the others, these nice and caring people who tried their best and fought against the cruelty and superficiality of the world, but yet again got drowned in everything that didn’t matter. Even it did matter for them.

Tarja fell in love with them. Sharon, Amy, Ruud, Robert, Lzzy, Charlotte… all of them. But especially Sharon. She hadn’t mentioned the incident at the toilet and she was grateful for that. But anyway this woman just seemed so carefree, like she had figured out life, its meaning and reasons and everything what laid beyond. She could say anything and Tarja would believe it.

The whole evening the small group of these weird people who didn’t fit into society, spoke about everything and nothing at all and everyone was fine with it. At some point, whenever it happened, Sharon and Tarja looked at each other and bend over for a kiss. It wasn’t certain if it was spontaneous or planned, due the alcohol or just random. But Tarja enjoyed the feeling of the soft lips on hers for a second and of course nobody said anything. Nobody cared who loved anyone, because most people at this place didn’t know true love at all.

“Are you okay?” Sharon asked silently and if she hadn’t been only an inch away from her face, Tarja probably wouldn’t have understood her due the music.

“No. Are you?”

The other woman smiled ironically and shook her head.

“No…” she took Tarja’s hand and gently stroked over it.

“I like your friends”, Tarja changed the subject after a while and Sharon laughed.

“Oh yes, they’re really cool! I’m glad you like them”

But the passion in her voice was gone. Instead it got replaced by a distant sorrow, like someone just reminded her that everything, no matter how great or bad, was just temporary.

“Maybe I should go home now…” Tarja slowly said and somehow felt guilty for it. Sharon withdrew her hand from her hold.

“Yeah”

“Can I have your number?” Tarja asked, not willing to give all of this up already. Sharon smiled and pulled out her phone.

“Sure”

They exchanged numbers and it felt good, but the second Tarja got up and headed for the door, she felt the strong urge to go back and sit with those people forever. Just feel life, joy, hope and the will to live. Just all the feelings the night and people were able to give you.

But then Tarja left the club, breathed in the cold night air and felt the depression taking over her body, worse than ever before, while she waited for a taxi to take her home…

[wouldhope]

☆ @judgemes / starter!

"A-ah, you're awake again, Warden-san..."

His voice was quiet and shaky as he looked up at the young guard though overgrown bangs, the confidence he'd gained previously having completely shattered. The results of the second trial had been... Rough on him, to say the least. His own guilt was hard enough to cope with, those voices that had once been praising him now condemning him at every turn, unable to fathom why the Warden had suddenly changed their mind... But even worse was Muu's verdict. Guilty, just like him. Guilty, guilty, guilty. Even after he told the Warden what he'd do if that happened... How could he have failed her? How could he have failed his mother again? Why couldn't he do anything right...?

His suicide threat hadn't been a bluff. He tried, really, he did - but it was hard to do much with how restricted he was now, and trying to escape from Shidou's care in the aftermath was an even more hopeless endeavor. The bandages around his head where he'd slammed it against the wall were all he had to show for his efforts. How useless was he... He couldn't even succeed in dying. He didn't understand why he bothered keeping someone like Haruka alive, really... He was a failure, a sorry excuse for a person - no, he wasn't even a person. Less than human...

"I-it's been a while, h-huh.... Ha... D-did you know? I don't th-think... Muu-san was my- my m-mother after all... Or maybe she w-was... She ju-just won't look at me any-anymore... Haha... Isn't that funny?"

[cassie-takes-revenge]

What was your last wet dream?

Ooh, this one’s always fun to answer because all of my dreams are sex dreams! My last one, I remember it all:

I don’t know if you’ve read about one of my crushes I call I, but I dreamt that we went to go watch an opera together and we got balcony seats. The performance was beautiful and it made me emotional so I excused myself and left the theater. I was looking out into the lobby from the second floor balcony, when the door opened again and I came up from behind me and put his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. He asked me if I was feeling alright and I told him I was. I turned around in his arms and he kissed me; looking around I saw that we were alone out here. I started getting horny and rubbed against him in my long, silky emerald dress. He kissed me harder and started groping me. I held onto the balcony rail and he kneeled in front of me. A woman came out of the bathroom to return to the theater, and he pretended he was adjusting my heel. As soon as she went through the doors, he trailed his hand under my dress, up my leg, and onto my pussy. He started touching me and I squirmed and tried to stay quiet. I looked down at the lobby to make sure we wouldn’t get caught. He stood up, fingers still inside me and his arm dragging my dress up to my thighs, and told me he wanted to fuck me. He walked me to a chaise that was up against the wall and right beside the theater doors. He laid me down, pooled my dress at my belly, spread my legs and ate me out till I came. Then I undid his belt and sucked him off while he fingered me. We were trying to be quiet but the sloppy wet sounds were bouncing around the empty hall. We decided to risk it all, knowing that I have trouble keeping quiet, and he entered me. My legs were around his waist and my heels stuck out while he pounded me into the chaise. It kept squeaking and hitting the wall. I couldn’t hold my moans back and he couldn’t either and our noises started drowning out the singing from the other side of the doors. I was getting animalistic from being inside me and it showed, my head started banging against the wall and my limbs were going slack.

Sadly, my dream ended right there, before he could cum inside me. So when I woke up soaking wet I immediately finished myself off imagining he did!