#gotta do a big stretch and then curl up and youre set

[goblinontour]

Use Our Power For Good

why start your own firm…why not?

warnings: lawyer!alex, smut, oral (m receiving), mutual masturbation (tiny bit), fucking, alex & his cocobolo

word count: 8.3k

You sat at his table, legs crossed, nibbling on a piece of toast as you watched Alex move around the kitchen. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs and an old pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. 

There was a subtle elegance in how he moved, even when he was doing something as mundane as making eggs. That messy dark hair of his hung loosely over his forehead, framing the sharp lines of his face, the kind that made people stop and stare in courtrooms. He looked different in the mornings. Softer than the man who cross-examined witnesses with a razor-sharp tongue. 

He turned towards you, the smirk already forming on his lips before he even spoke. “You staring at me for a reason, or are you just plotting your next move?”

You took another bite of toast, letting the corner of your mouth lift in response. “Can’t a girl appreciate the view without ulterior motives?”

He set the pan down, eggs forgotten for a moment as he walked toward you, his fingers trailing across the back of your chair before he bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Just making sure. Gotta stay sharp.”

The kiss wasn’t hurried or overthought. Just a habitual gesture, like he couldn’t help himself, like staying too far away for too long was never really an option. His lips lingered against your skin for a beat longer than necessary before he straightened and returned to his side of the table, sitting down with his plate of eggs and toast. He always touched you like this, as though you were just an extension of him. It made your chest warm.

You took another sip of coffee, watching him dig into his breakfast. He was quiet again, focused on eating, but his free hand slipped across the table, resting on your thigh under the tablecloth. He didn’t even look up as he did it, just absently drew slow circles with his thumb, a familiar gesture. A reflex.

He was scrolling through his phone, probably checking emails or reading up on the day’s news. You took another bite of your toast, watching him as he absently poked at his eggs. 

“Big case today?” you asked, mostly out of habit.

“Yeah.” he replied, still staring at the screen. “Closing arguments.” He finally glanced up at you, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “Should be a fun one.”

“Is it ever?”

He smirked, that familiar, cocky glint in his eyes. “Not if you’re doing it right.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled back. 

“So…” you said, setting your mug down. “Are you ready for those closing arguments then?”

He nodded, mouth half-full, but his eyes flicked up to meet yours. “Yeah. All prepped. Just gotta go in there and do what I do best.”

“Being an insufferable ass?” you teased.

“Being brilliant.” he corrected, a mischievous grin curling his lips. “It’s why you like me, right?”

You gave him a look, shaking your head with a mock sigh. “I like you despite that, Turner.”

“Right. Of course.” he said, but his eyes never left yours, that sharp, unreadable gleam in them. “Anyway, you’re not exactly a saint yourself. Might even say you’re worse.”

You shrugged. “Only when necessary.”

Breakfast went on like that. Quiet moments, punctuated with the occasional quip. The kind of banter that was so ingrained in your relationship, it felt like breathing. You never really had to explain things to each other, never had to go over the same ground. You just existed in sync, even when the silence stretched between you.

After finishing up, you stood and wandered toward the bathroom, and soon enough, Alex followed. The two of you brushed your teeth together. In sync, like it was second nature. He was to your left, his arm brushing yours every now and then as he mimicked your movements. Spitting, rinsing, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, as if it was part of some unspoken choreography you’d long ago perfected. It was all part of this strange, unpolished intimacy. 

Neither of you said a word. There wasn’t any need. You didn’t even look at each other, but you could feel him there, right next to you, every breath, every subtle shift of his body.

No declarations. No grand gestures. Just being.

When you both finished, he ran his fingers through his hair and turned to leave, heading to the bedroom to get dressed for the day. You followed, watching as he rummaged through his clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the bed. He slipped into his trousers first, the charcoal grey fabric sitting perfectly on his lean frame. He was halfway through buttoning them when his fingers faltered, fumbling with the belt.

He cursed softly under his breath, the faintest flush rising on his cheeks. He wasn’t used to asking for help, in any circumstances really.

“Need a hand?” you asked with a teasing lilt in your voice, crossing the room.

Alex shot you a mock glare. “I’ve got it.”

“Mhm, sure.” you said, reaching for his belt before he could protest further.

You slid the belt through the loops, threading it carefully around his waist. His eyes stayed on you, watching the movement of your hands, and for a brief moment, the air between you shifted, heavier. His fingers brushed your wrist lightly, and you glanced up at him, seeing the way his lips tugged into a small smile.

His grip lingered just enough to send a clear message, his touch unmistakable. His smirk widened, knowing full well what he was doing. He couldn’t be more obvious if he tried.

“You want me to have carpet burn on my knees at work?” you teased, already undoing the button you’d just buttoned and pushing his pants back down with ease.

“You don’t have to wear a skirt.” he replied, the suggestion just as casual as it was loaded.

“Maybe I want to show off my legs.” you retorted, sinking to your knees in front of him, your fingers already tracing the waistband of his briefs. He reached down, brushing your hair back, his thumb grazing the side of your jaw.

“Nah,” he said, voice low, “they don’t need to see your legs.”

“I’ve got beautiful legs.” you countered, your hands deftly working to pull him free from the confines of his briefs. 

“That you do.” he agreed, voice rougher now, desire evident. “But one admirer is enough.”

“Yeah?” you asked, looking up at him, lips grazing his skin.

“I’d say so.” His hand wrapped around his cock, guiding it to your mouth. You licked, tasting him, and his groan sent a thrill down your spine. His fingers threaded through your hair as you took him deeper, his head tilting back with a stifled moan. 

There wasn’t much time, but that never seemed to bother him. You’d had sex the night before, but Alex was insatiable, always wanting more, always needing you. His hips rocked gently toward you as you worked, your mouth warm and eager, and each sound he made was a reminder of how deeply he craved you.

“Just like that.” he breathed, his voice ragged, and you could feel the tension coiling in his body.

His grip on your hair tightened, just enough to keep you where he wanted, guiding your movements as his breathing grew heavier. You moved in sync with him, the rhythm between you both intensifying. Every little moan, every gasp, fueled you, pushing you to keep going, to give him exactly what he needed.

“Fuck.” he muttered, his hips stuttering slightly, and you could tell he was close already. His thighs trembled, muscles tensing beneath your touch as you sped up, your lips and tongue working him over, eager to push him to that edge. “You’re so good...don’t stop.”

His words, though steady at first, soon dissolved into incoherent murmurs, half-formed phrases that trailed off as his pleasure overtook him. His grip in your hair became more insistent. His fingers flexed. Possessive, almost desperate. His chest heaved, and the next groan that escaped him was louder, more guttural. “Gonna-” He couldn’t finish the sentence, the words cut off by the pleasure coursing through him. 

He pushed himself deep, holding you there as his release hit, his body jerking as he came into your mouth. His moans filled the space, deep and raw, and you felt the satisfaction of knowing you’d brought him there, unravelled him like no one else could.

He swore under his breath, the sound escaping between clenched teeth as he held you close, his fingers pressing into the back of your head, keeping you there. “Swallow…” he muttered, his voice strained but commanding. “Yeah…swallow it- fuck-”

You did as he asked, feeling his release warm inside your mouth as his hand gently relaxed its hold on you, his body beginning to soften from the intensity of the moment. Finally, he pulled back, his breathing still uneven, and you took a deep breath, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you stood.

His head was still tilted back, eyes closed, a lingering smile on his face as he came down from the high. When he finally opened his eyes, meeting yours, the look he gave you was one of pure satisfaction. “You’re too damn good at that.” he muttered, voice still hoarse with lingering pleasure.

You grinned, standing up and brushing yourself off, giving him a playful smirk. “I know.”

The air between you was thick with the afterglow on his part. You helped him pull up his pants and fastened the belt you’d teasingly started to buckle earlier but ultimately failed. Alex watched you with a blissed-out expression, his usual cool demeanour softened.

“Thanks.” he murmured, a small grin tugging at his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile back, straightening his collar with a quick touch. “Don’t get used to it.” you teased, but the warmth in your voice betrayed the affection that always lingered beneath the surface.

Alex chuckled softly, the sound low and easy, as he leaned back against the desk behind him, still catching his breath. He pulled you close, one arm snaking around your waist as he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, his grin was softer, but still wicked. “Round two later? Pay you back.” he teased.

You raised an eyebrow. “Only if you can handle it.”

His laughter echoed through the room. “We’ll see about that.”

His hand came up, fingers gently adjusting the collar of your shirt in turn. “You know,” he said, his voice quieter now, more serious, “you never get your collar right.”

His touch was deliberate but light, moving on autopilot, as if he was still half-asleep despite other parts of him being very much awake just minutes before.

You arched an eyebrow, your lips quirking into a smirk. “I think I’m capable of managing a collar.”

“Just doing my part.” he shrugged. “Gotta keep you looking sharp too, don’t I?” he said, with just a hint of that teasing tone you both fell into so easily. 

You tilted your head at him. “Maybe I’m just waiting for you to fix it for me every time.”

“That’s probably it.” he murmured, his hands lingering at your collar for a beat too long. His thumb ran across the fabric one more time, smoothing it down before his hands rested on your shoulders. 

As he finished getting ready, you grabbed your blazer and slid it on, reaching for your bag. You could feel his gaze following you across the room. He was fastening his cufflinks now, the polished lawyer reappearing beneath the quiet intimacy of the morning.

“Am I gonna get to see you for lunch today?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp as they met yours through the mirror.

“Yeah.” you said, not looking away as you smoothed down the front of your blazer. “I’ll make it work.”

“Good.” he said, his voice dipping lower. “Can’t go too long without you.”

He said it like a fact, not a compliment, not even an acknowledgment of your relationship. Just a truth. 

“Wouldn’t want to have to go a whole day without seeing your charming self.” you shot back. 

The smile on his face was disarming, warm, and so utterly Alex. There was something so simple in it.

With one last glance at each other, he grabbed his briefcase and you headed out the door together, slipping back into the roles you played so well. But in these quiet moments, in the space between courtrooms and deadlines, there was something else. Something neither of you were quite ready to define but were already living.

The morning had flown by, and your mind was still buzzing with the details of your case as you sat at your desk, flipping through documents. The office around you was its usual hive of activity. Murmured conversations, the soft hum of printers, the distant clatter of keyboards. You barely noticed the way the time slipped away until your phone buzzed on the desk, cutting through your focus.

Alex’s name lit up the screen.

You answered, leaning back in your chair and rubbing your temple with your free hand. “Hey.”

“Hey.” he replied. You could hear the low hum of the car engine in the background. “I’m in the car, just a few minutes out.”

You glanced at the clock, biting your lip. The familiar pang of guilt settled in your chest. “I don’t have much time.” you said, your words rushing out quicker than you intended. “I’ve got a meeting in twenty.”

There was a pause on the other end, a small silence that felt heavier than it should have, just long enough to feel his frustration seep through the line. You could almost picture him, fingers tapping impatiently against the steering wheel, his brow furrowing in that way it always did when he was frustrated but trying to hold it in. “Yeah, I know.” he muttered, his voice quiet. You heard him shift, a soft exhale of breath escaping him. “The traffic’s a nightmare today. Honestly, how do people drive in this city?” he grumbled, half to himself. “Should’ve just walked at this point.”

You smiled faintly at the thought, but the weight of what came next erased any humour from the moment.

“We need to talk about this,” he said suddenly, his voice dropping an octave, growing more serious, “you and me. This is getting insufferable. You know we should just work together. It makes sense.”

Your heart did that thing it always did when he caught you off guard, skipping a beat, leaving a rush of warmth in its wake. You felt a knot form in your stomach, the kind you got when you knew something was coming that you weren’t ready for. You’d always had this unspoken line between work and...whatever it was the two of you had. A line you knew could blur if you weren’t careful.

“Work together?” you repeated, more as a stall than anything, trying to gather your thoughts. “Alex, I don’t...”

“Yeah.” he cut in, his voice stronger now, as if he’d been rehearsing this in his head. “You and I, together. We’d kill it in court. Think about it. Why keep butting heads at different firms when we could just...” He trailed off, but you knew where his mind was going. It was in the space between his words, hanging heavy in the air like he didn’t need to say it out loud. “It’s logical.”

The idea wasn’t new. He’d hinted at it before, thrown out suggestions here and there, always couched in some half-joke. But this was different. He was serious now, no more dodging around it.

You didn’t know what to say. Logically, he was right. You’d been a force to be reckoned with whenever you faced off in court. The cases you’d gone against each other on were some of the best work you’d ever done. Exhilarating in a way that made you feel more alive. But there was something about mixing work with...this. Whatever this was. It wasn’t just simple anymore.

“I don’t know.” you said finally, your voice softer, hesitant. “It’s just...it’s a lot, Alex. You know that.”

He sighed on the other end, and you could hear the frustration mixed with understanding. “Yeah, I get it.” said, and you heard the creak of the steering wheel as he gripped it tighter, a long exhale filling the silence. “But it doesn’t have to be. You and me, we’re already halfway there. We could just make it official, take it to…to the next level, you know.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the tension of the conversation build in your chest. It wasn’t just about working together. It was about everything else that came with it. The unspoken moments between you, the way he kissed you without thinking, the way you fell into this easy rhythm together. You didn’t know if you could handle that being tangled up with the ruthless, high-stakes world you both worked in.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, “I need to think about it.”

There was another pause, and you could feel him shifting in his seat, probably glancing out the window, his mind already running through different arguments to convince you. But he didn’t push it, not this time. The car’s engine hummed softly in the background, and you could hear the faint click of his turn signal as he switched lanes, inching his way through the traffic. You could practically see his expression, the tight line of his lips, the slight twitch of his jaw as he waited for a different answer. 

“Alex?” you called out, knowing he was still there but not knowing how to change the subject already without hurting him more.

“I’m here.”

“Alex…” you hesitated, running a hand through your hair as you leaned back in your chair, staring at the stack of papers on your desk. “You know it’s not just about work. If we did this- if we worked together it- it would change everything. It’s not just you and me in court, you know that.”

“Yeah, but maybe that’s not a bad thing.” His voice was firm but quieter, trying not to push too hard. “I know we’ve got something good going on, but it could be better. We wouldn’t have to hide it anymore. We could be a team, inside and out.”

You could hear the light change through the phone, the faint rev of his engine as he started moving again. He was getting closer, but you felt further away from an answer. This was Alex. The same man who made you feel more alive than anyone else but also made you question every line you’d ever drawn in the sand.

“I just don’t want to mess this up.” you said softly, almost to yourself.

“You won’t.” he replied quickly, like he’d already made up his mind. “We won’t. We’re good together. You know that.”

The knot in your stomach didn’t unravel, though. If anything, it tightened as his words echoed in your head. You knew this wasn’t the last time he’d bring it up. He wouldn’t let it go easily. The idea of working together, of making your personal and professional lives one...It was a lot. Maybe too much.

But knowing Alex, he wasn’t going to stop until he made you see why it made sense.

“Just...drive safe, okay?” you added, trying to shift the conversation away from the heavy stuff. You couldn’t tackle this right now. Not with a meeting in twenty minutes and a head full of case details.

“Yeah.” he said, and you could hear the tension in his voice, but he didn’t press further. “I’ll be there in 5.”

“Okay.” you breathed. “Bye, Alex.”

“Bye.”

You hung up, staring at your phone for a moment as his words echoed in your mind. You stared at the wall for what felt like two seconds but when you glanced back at your screen you saw his text saying he’s pulling up. You sprinted out of your office, the door barely clicking shut behind you as you rushed down the stairwell. Taking the stairs was faster than the elevator, and besides, it gave you a few extra seconds to collect yourself before you met him. 

You and Alex had this unspoken routine. You’d meet him in the parking lot most times, tucked away where no one else was around. Down there, you didn’t have to be the sharp lawyers the world expected. You could just be you, and he could be him.

You pushed open the heavy door, the cool breeze hitting your face as you stepped out into the open. The lot was mostly empty this time of day, just a few scattered cars from the building’s occupants. You stood there for a moment, catching your breath, the usual knot of anticipation already forming in your stomach.

Then, you saw him.

Alex pulled up in his black car, the engine purring as it rolled into a spot a few feet away from you. He cut the engine and stepped out, immediately shrugging off his suit blazer and draping it over his arm like it was second nature. He looked every bit the part of the high-powered lawyer anyone would expect. White shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie slightly loosened. But there was something different about him here, something softer, more familiar. His eyes found yours as he walked toward you, and that faint smile of his tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, his hand brushing lightly against your arm as he did. It was casual, but the contact lingered, like he couldn’t help himself.

“You always beat me down ‘ere.” he teased.

You shrugged, pulling out a cigarette from your jacket pocket. He reached into his own for a lighter, flicking it to life and holding the flame out for you. You leaned in, the tip of the cigarette catching fire, and took a slow drag as he watched you, his eyes searching your face for something unspoken.

“About earlier…” he started, and you could hear the nervousness creeping into his voice. He wasn’t usually like this. Hesitant. “I was serious, you know. About us…working together.”

You exhaled, the smoke swirling in the air between you as you passed the cigarette to him. He took a drag, his eyes never leaving your face as he waited for your response.

“What do you say?” he asked, his voice low but insistent now that he could actually see you, not just hear your voice.

You glanced down at the ground for a moment, buying yourself a few seconds before meeting his gaze again. “I just- I don’t see why it’s so important to you that we work together.”

He held the cigarette between his fingers and then, carefully, brought it back to your lips, watching you as you took another drag. His fingers brushed your chin lightly, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. You just stared at him, and he stared right back, his expression unreadable but intense, like he was trying to gauge what you were thinking.

“I mean,” you gestured between the two of you, “we’re already…you know.” The words were clumsy, but he understood. “Why do you need me for this?”

He looked down for a second, his brows furrowing as if he was choosing his words carefully. When he looked back up, his voice was soft but steady. “I don’t need you. I want you.”

You felt your chest tighten at the simplicity of his words, the quiet honesty in them. You held his gaze, letting the weight of what he was saying sink in. 

“You’ve got me.” you said, kicking his foot lightly with the heel of your shoe, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Just…not as a law partner.”

He chuckled softly, a brief, resigned sound, as if he had expected the answer but had hoped for something different. You took another slow drag from the cigarette, savouring the moment, then passed it back to him.

“I have to get back to work.” you said after a pause, nodding toward the office building. “You okay?”

Alex hesitated for a moment, looking down at the ground, then back up at you with a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Yeah, no. I’m fine. Go on.”

You lingered for a moment longer, searching his face for something. An answer, maybe. To what question you didn’t know. Or reassurance. But all you found was that quiet confidence. He wasn’t going to push it, at least not right now. 

“See you later?” he called after you as you turned to leave.

“Yeah.” you replied, already making your way back toward the stairs.

“Yours?” he asked, his voice louder now, echoing slightly off the concrete walls of the parking lot.

“Sure!” you called over your shoulder without turning around, a smile pulling at your lips as you jogged back up the stairs, the cigarette smoke still lingering in the air behind you.

You were already in bed, the soft sheets pulled up around your waist, your skin still warm from the shower, the faint scent of your body lotion mingling with the cool air. The room was dim, the only light coming from the small lamp on the bedside table. You’d changed into one of his old t-shirts, the familiar fabric loose and worn in a way that made it impossible to part with, no matter how many times he teased you for stealing it. The quiet stretched on as you waited for Alex to come home. You’d been waiting, listening for the door creaking open, the soft shuffle of his footsteps.

When you heard the soft click of the door, your ears perked up. You didn’t move, but you could feel the shift in the air. Alex came in quietly, much more than usual. Normally, he’d throw his jacket over a chair or kick off his shoes with a heavy thud, but tonight there was a certain stillness about him. 

He looked worn out. His shirt, which had been crisp and neat this morning, was now wrinkled and untucked, the first few buttons already undone. The lines of his face seemed deeper in the dim light, shadows catching in the angles of his cheekbones and jaw. 

You told yourself it was because he had a long day. Maybe the case had drained him, maybe he was exhausted. But deep down, you knew that wasn’t it. He looked tired, sure, but there was something else lingering in his expression. Something unsettled.

He dropped his keys on the dresser and made his way over to the drawer he kept here, the one where he’d stashed a few pairs of pyjamas, toothbrush, the essentials that had come to live at your place over time. You watched him from your side of the bed. His fingers moved lazily, tugging off his tie and tossing it aside before unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, peeling it off with slow, almost mechanical movements, revealing the familiar lines of his arms and the muscles in his back tensing as he stretched briefly.

He slipped into his pyjama bottoms and pulled on a t-shirt, the one that clung a little too tight to his chest but he refused to replace. You caught yourself staring, something about watching him shed the day’s uniform, the shield he wore out in the world, felt strangely intimate. His head tilted slightly as if he were trying to shake off the day before climbing into bed beside you. 

He leaned back against the headboard, pulling his legs up under the covers. He didn’t look at you, though. Not right away. Instead, he reached for the book that had been sitting on your nightstand for weeks, long forgotten since the last time he’d stayed over. 

He opened it, the pages rustling softly, but you knew he wasn’t really reading. He wasn’t even pretending to be interested. His eyes didn’t track the words, his fingers didn’t move to turn the page. He was just holding it, an anchor for his hands, something to focus on other than you. You knew he wasn’t reading. He knew you knew. You watched him. His brow furrowed slightly, the subtle tension in his jaw telling you he wasn’t as relaxed as he wanted to seem. After a few minutes, you broke the silence.

You cleared your throat softly, turning slightly to face him, resting your head on your hand as you studied his profile. “How did that case go today?”

“Huh?” he asked, glancing up at you for a second, almost like he hadn’t heard you. He had.

You repeated the question, trying to keep your voice light. “The case. How’d it go?”

“Oh.” He shifted slightly, closing the book halfway, letting it rest in his lap as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It was good, yeah.”

There was a beat of silence, and you raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, you pressed, “Is that all?”

He hesitated, and you could see the gears turning in his head, like he was debating how much to tell you or how much to leave unsaid. Finally, he shrugged. “It went really well. Best outcome possible. But...I wasn’t expecting anything else, really.” His voice was flat, like the words were rehearsed, like he was brushing off a win that didn’t excite him anymore. 

You studied him for a second, taking in the way his lips pressed together in that subtle frown, how his fingers tightened slightly around the spine of the book. He wasn’t tense exactly, just…off. 

“Then why are you acting like it wasn’t?”

He sighed, staring at some distant point on the wall. His fingers tapped against the book cover in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Alex, what’s going on?”

He sighed, again, setting the book back on the nightstand with a soft thud. He just sat there, staring down at his hands, rubbing his thumb across the palm of his hand as if the answer was written there. His lips parted, like he was going to say something, but then he stopped himself, exhaling slowly. For a moment, you thought he might brush you off, tell you everything was fine and leave it at that. 

“It’s not the case.” he finally muttered, his voice quieter now. “It’s everything else. Work, this…” He gestured vaguely, not quite looking at you. “I can handle it, but lately, it’s been…I don’t know. It’s just...I’ve been thinking ‘bout earlier. What I said.”

You nodded, not breaking eye contact, waiting for him to continue.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so…against it.” he admitted, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt now, that old nervous habit of his resurfacing. “I thought you’d at least consider it.”

You let out a small breath, sitting up a bit straighter. “It’s not that I’m against it, Alex.” you explained. “It’s just...complicated.”

“I don’t see why it has to be.” he muttered, his brows furrowing slightly, his hand reaching for yours almost instinctively, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

You looked down at your intertwined hands, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, the quiet sincerity in his touch. 

“Everything feels like it’s building up, and I can’t figure out why it’s getting to me like this.” he said, his voice almost too soft to hear. “Us...I don't know. It’s like…” He stopped himself, letting out a low, frustrated sigh. “It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.”

“It’s not nothing if it’s making you feel like this. Talk to me.”

He looked down at your hand in his, his jaw tightening slightly as he processed your words. After a long moment, he gave a small nod, but he still didn’t speak. Instead, he turned his hand over, threading his fingers more tightly with yours. 

“It’s just hard.” he finally admitted. “I thought we would be on the same page.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “We are. I just need time to sort through it.”

His gaze flickered to yours, a mix of frustration and hurt. “Time? That’s what you need? I’m tired of waiting.”

“Alex, please-”

“Just cut it out!” he snapped, his frustration boiling over. “I’m not doing this now.”

He picked up his book again, but the tension in the air was palpable. You watched him for a moment, feeling a flash of irritation, but you bit it back. It wasn’t worth pushing him further, not when you could tell he was already on edge. So instead, you slipped your hand under the covers, over his stomach, feeling the muscles tense slightly under your touch.

You knew this was a distraction, but maybe it was what you both needed. Sex was great between you two. Sex was a distraction. A good one at that. At least temporarily. 

He made a small sound, a mix of surprise and something else as your hand moved lower. You felt his hands tremble slightly on the book, and he turned to look at you, his expression shifting.

“You promised you’d pay me back this morning.” you reminded him softly.

“Fine.” he replied, shifting closer. 

His hand slipped inside your underwear, a rush of heat igniting between you. You stroked him gently, feeling the tension begin to ease. His breath quickened as he rubbed you in return, his fingers moving in sync with your hand, both of you seeking that familiar distraction, that physical release. His touch was firm but not rushed, the way it always was when you needed to feel close but couldn’t find the words to say it. It felt good, but not quite enough.

“Are you going to drop the mad act already?” you asked, teasing him gently.

Alex gave a small, breathy laugh, pulling his hand from you and rolling over, hovering above you now. He looked down at you, his eyes soft but still clouded with something unsaid. “I’m only doing this,” he murmured, leaning in closer, his lips barely an inch from yours, “because I’m a man of my word.”

His lips brushed against yours, and in that moment, it felt like everything else faded away. You smiled faintly, your hands slipping around his waist as he kissed you, his weight settling over you just enough to feel his warmth, his presence. 

His hands found their way to your hips, slipping under the fabric of your shirt, fingers tracing lazy patterns along your skin. There was something unhurried in the way he touched you, as if he wasn’t in any rush to push things further, just savouring the closeness, the feel of you beneath him.

But you could sense the restlessness in him. That quiet frustration still hummed beneath the surface, barely contained. You broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his for a moment, catching your breath.

“You’re still pissed.” you said softly, your fingers brushing through his hair. He didn’t respond immediately, just exhaled heavily, his eyes fluttering closed for a second.

“I’m not-” he started, but you cut him off with a gentle nudge.

“Don’t lie. I know you.”

He opened his eyes again, staring down at you, his expression caught somewhere between frustration and affection. “I’m not pissed.” he said, though there was an edge of stubbornness in his voice. “I just...I wasn’t expecting you to shut it down. It made sense to me.”

“I didn’t shut it down.” you countered, brushing your thumb across his jawline. “I just-”

“Shut up.” he said, slamming his mouth back onto yours, giving you no choice but to do as he said. 

As the kiss deepened, the conversation slipped away, replaced by the familiar rhythm of your bodies moving together. His hand found your waist again, tugging you closer, and for a while, you let yourselves get lost in each other. 

He pulled your shorts down, and you tugged his boxers down. You chuckled, glancing down at him. “See? You’re already hard. And to think you wanted to pretend you didn’t want this.” you remarked, a playful edge to your tone.

“Yeah, because you were just jerking me off, of course I’m-” he began, but you cut him off.

“Just fuck me.” you demanded. 

“You sure?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath warm, teasing.

“Shut up.” Your words came out in a breathless rush, your pulse racing as his lips moved down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “More cock, less talk.”

A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, the vibration of it spreading through you, and despite yourself, you laughed softly, the sound mingling with his. His forehead pressed against yours for a moment, his breath mingling with your own. 

“You’re impossible.” he said, though a smile pulled at the corner of his lips, the playful tone lingering between you both.

“Yeah,” you replied with a smirk, “but you love it.”

His grin widened as he closed the space between you, his mouth claiming yours. “Guess I’ll just have to show you.”

His hands gripped your hips firmly, rough fingers digging into your skin with just the right amount of pressure, pulling you against him. Your bodies pressed together, heat radiating between you, every inch of him solid. 

With a slow thrust, he pushed inside you, his body filling yours completely, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips as your body arched beneath him. His own groan followed, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as the playful edge disappeared. 

His hips withdrew slightly, only to drive forward again, deeper this time, his movements slow but intense. One of his hands slid down to your thigh, gripping it firmly as he hooked your leg around his waist, the angle changing, every thrust hitting deeper. 

“God, you feel fucking amazing.” he gasped, his breath hot against your skin, his forehead pressing to yours once more, eyes locking onto you. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on, and he responded without hesitation, his hips driving forward again and again and again. “Tell me what you want.” he rasped. 

“I want you.” you answered, your eyes locking onto his, your body tightening around him with every thrust. “I want all of you.”

“You have me.” he breathed. “Completely.”

“Then don't hold back.” you pleaded, the urgency of your words sending a thrill through him.

His pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, faster, the sound of your bodies moving together filling the room, skin against skin, the slap of it in sync with the pounding of your heartbeat. The air between you grew hotter, more charged, as his movements became more frenzied, less controlled. 

“That’s it…” he muttered through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding on. “Fuck.”

“Alex.” you gasped, your body coiling tighter, that familiar warmth building low in your belly, spreading through your veins. He paused, just for a heartbeat. 

“Look at me.” he commanded. 

You met his gaze, your breath catching in your throat. “Just us.” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thundering of your pulse. He nodded, his expression softening even as his body remained taut.

His movements resumed, but now, there was a new intensity to them, a rhythm that felt like it was made just for you, attuned to your every reaction. Your body moved instinctively in time with his, every nerve alive, your breath coming faster, your moans growing louder as pleasure surged through you.

You clung to him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back as his thrusts became more urgent, more relentless. His name escaped your lips in a breathless, needy whisper, and the sound seemed to spur him on. His hips snapped against yours desperately. 

“God…” he muttered, his breath ragged, “so fucking good.”

The words barely sank in, your mind clouded by the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside you. His hand slid between your bodies, fingers skillfully finding that swollen spot. He rubbed in perfect sync with his thrusts. The slick warmth of his touch, each movement, each stroke, pushed you closer to breaking.

“Together…” you breathed, barely able to get the words out, your voice tight with need.

His eyes met yours, dark and filled with a feral intensity. He quickened his pace, his hips driving into you with a frantic intensity that left no space between pleasure and pain, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The tension in your body spiralled, every nerve set alight as his body slammed into yours. There was only him and his body moving inside you. 

“Fuck, it feels so good.” he groaned, his voice strained.

“Alex-” His name was barely a whisper, lost in the sounds of skin meeting skin. 

“I’m close.” he gasped, his breath ragged, his grip on your thigh tightening as he thrust into you harder. His eyes were wild now, half-lidded and filled with raw need. His body moved over you like he couldn’t get enough, couldn’t push deep enough, fast enough. His cock drove into you with desperate force, the angle hitting just right, over and over, until your head fell back. 

“Fuck- please-” you cried out, your body trembling beneath him, your nails digging into his back as you held on, the tension inside you about to snap. “Now. Now.” you choked out, your body trembling uncontrollably. 

He grunted in response, his face contorted with the strain of holding back. His hips slammed into you harder, faster, every movement rough, relentless. He was close, so close, and you could feel it in the way his breath came out. 

“Jesus- fuck-” He groaned deeply, his head falling forward, forehead pressed to yours, eyes squeezing shut as his hips jerked forward.

“Gonna come-” your voice was low, just as wrecked as his.

You cried out as your orgasm hit, your entire body seizing, muscles clenching hard around him. You could feel him inside you, still moving, his cock twitching as your body squeezed tight around him.

He wasn’t far behind. You could feel his body tighten, his rhythm faltering as he swore under his breath. “Fuck...so tight, I’m gonna-” His words broke off in a guttural groan as his hips jerked erratically, a deep groan tearing from his throat as he came hard, spilling into you with a few final, messy thrusts. His whole body shuddered, hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure wracked through him, each pulse drawing another breathless curse from his lips.

“Fuck…” he swore again, voice strangled and hoarse, his movements growing more sluggish and sensitive. His body shivered against yours, the intensity of his release leaving him trembling, breathless, each small movement sending a jolt through him that made him gasp, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought the overstimulation.

“Shit.” he groaned, his face buried against your neck, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. He gave one last shallow thrust, his body shaking as he finally stilled, collapsing against you.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of your mingled breaths. His weight pressed down on you, heavy but in a good way, his chest rising and falling against yours. His lips brushed against your neck, still hot with exertion, and you could feel his heart hammering against your skin, the rhythm slowing as the last waves of pleasure ebbed away. His arms stayed wrapped tightly around you, as if he couldn’t bear to let go just yet.

His breath came out in a long, shaky exhale as he slowly started to come down, body still twitching in the aftermath. His forehead rested against yours again, his eyes fluttering open, heavy-lidded and glazed with exhaustion. He gave you a weak, satisfied smile.

“Well,” you muttered, still catching your breath, a lazy smile tugging at your lips, “that’s one way to shut you up.”

He let out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. “Yeah...but I think I’ll need a minute to recover.” His body slumped against yours, spent, his weight heavy but familiar. He pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, lingering like he didn’t want to move just yet. “Honestly, I think I’ll let you do the talking from now on…we should’ve just done this from the start.”

He shifted slightly, his hips still flush against you, his cock twitching inside, even as he softened. His breath hitched, and he groaned quietly. “I’m still too sensitive...you’ve ruined me.”

You laughed, brushing a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “That’s your problem now.”

“Yeah, it’s a good problem to have.” he murmured, his arms winding tighter around you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing lightly against your skinz He needed the closeness, even a millimetre of distance would be too much. “Can we just stay like this for a bit? I like being close to you.”

He always got clingy after sex. It was sweet, endearing, really, but there was a softness in the way he did it that never failed to make you smile. You nodded, tightening your arms around him in response.

“Yeah, we can stay like this.”

Eventually, the heat between your bodies became too much, and he rolled off you, but not far. With a content sigh, he shifted onto his back, pulling you against his chest, his arm draping protectively over your waist. His fingers traced lazy circles on your shoulder, the soothing rhythm of his touch lulling you into a peaceful calm.

He was quiet for a few minutes, his hand still absentmindedly stroking your skin, until he broke the silence with a quiet, “Hey.”

You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze. “Hey. What’s on your mind?” you asked.

“I want a cocobolo desk.” he blurted out, completely serious.

You blinked, not sure if you’d heard him right. “What?”

“Yeah, I know…we were just- uh, you know- and I’m thinking about furniture.”

“You were just inside me, Alex.” you said, still catching your breath, a laugh bubbling up. “And you’re thinking about a cocobolo desk?”

“I was thinking about it then too.” he admitted sheepishly, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

You playfully shoved his shoulder, shaking your head. “You’re such a bastard.”

“I’m a multi-tasker,” he said, “I can focus on more than one important thing at a time.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Oh, yeah? So I’m just as important as a desk?”

He raised an eyebrow, feigning deep thought. “You know I love you.”

“More than a cocobolo desk?” you teased, smirking.

“Comme ci, comme ça.” You could tell he was only half-joking, and that made it all the funnier.

“Fuck your desk.” you shot back, still grinning. “We’re not talking about desks right now.”

“It’s a beautiful desk.” he insisted, his voice dropping in mock seriousness. “Elegant. Sleek. Very functional.” He gestured with his hands like he was painting a picture of it in the air.

You fought the smile threatening to break through but couldn’t hold back. “What are we even doing here?”

He shifted, leaning closer so that his forehead rested against yours. “Just dreaming about the future, I guess.” he said softly, his voice a little more vulnerable now. “You’re dripping out what could’ve been my future, you know. All that cum? Just wasted potential. Those could’ve been great kids.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously right.” he teased, giving you a lopsided grin. “I’m talking little prodigies, world-changers. And now…we’ll never know.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You’re really out here mourning imaginary kids?”

“I’m just saying.” he shrugged, still smirking. “Lost potential…but seriously,” he said, lowering his voice, “a cocobolo desk would be perfect for the office.”

You raised a brow. “What office?”

“Ours. You know, when you change your mind and we start our own firm.”

You sighed dramatically, though you couldn’t keep the warmth from your tone. “Okay, fine. Maybe. But can we remember that we’re naked and we just fucked raw for now, baby?”

His grin softened as he scooted closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. “Oh, I remember.” 

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’re very touchy tonight.”

He nuzzled into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “I just think it’s important to reflect on our…accomplishments. I mean, look at us.” He gestured between the two of you, smirking. “That last round?” His hand settled on your hip, pulling you even closer. “That was top-tier teamwork.”

“You’re seriously calling this teamwork?”

He nodded solemnly, though his grin betrayed him. “Oh, definitely. Partnership at its finest. And just wait until you see this desk. You’ll understand. You’ll fall in love with it, I swear.”

“Jeez, Turner.” you laughed, “I hate that I love you sometimes.” 

He kissed the top of your head, lingering for a moment like he was trying to soak it all in. “I love you too.” he murmured, his voice softer now, more serious, like he needed you to really hear it. “And not just because you put up with me.”

You smiled into his chest, feeling his arms tighten around you just a bit more. His breath slowed, growing deeper, more relaxed, but his grip on you never loosened. Even in his awkward, clingy way, you could feel how much he needed this, you.

a/n: Like I said, heavily based on Kim & Jimmy from BCS. I mean, the cocobolo says it all. I would be down for a follow up part if anyone would like that.

tags: @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @avxoxo1 @jqsvi @turnersfav @youresodarkbabe @psychedelicrocker @aacheinthejaw @zayndrider @humbuginmybones @tedioepica

[lookforanewangle]

you know it's time for bed when you get the restless wriggles

[yopossum]

JOEL SAT ON ME AND I CONSIDERED IT AN HONOR AND A PRIVILEGE

My contribution for @beefrobeefcal’s Married Joel Sits On You challenge is complete!!

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Married!Joel x wife reader - M - 18+ only, weight gain talk and appreciation, drunkenness, Joel is a big ol love bug who wants to squish his perfect wife (you)

Snug

You were curled up in your old green tufted armchair, had just finished a chapter of your book, and were debating making another cup of tea when the tell-tale squeak of the front steps accompanied by heavy footsteps and drunken muttering alerted you to your husband’s return.

“Mmm, gotta… fix… ‘s not safe… gonna… gonna get hurt… not my baby…. Ah shit… where’s my…. ‘S still unlocked?”

With an aggressive jiggle of the knob, Joel came crashing into the house, stumbling over the toes of his boots and looking up bashfully.

“Hey handsome,” you smirked. “Have fun with Tommy?”

“Not ‘s much fun as I have with my beautiful wife,” he slurred, pointing a wobbling finger your direction. “Thas you, baby.”

“Thanks for the reminder, Joel,” you laughed. “You two had a bit to drink, it sounds like.” You set your book down on the coffee table alongside your empty mug and stretched your arms up to the ceiling, yawning.

“Jus’ a few, darlin’. Missed you too much, had to come home t’ ya. Need t’ see you. Alllllllll the time. Thas how much I wanna look atcha.” The booze stretched his twang out, slowed his speech, words sloshing and swinging from his lazy tongue like it was a porch rocker on a hot summer day. It wasn’t often Joel let himself relax, and it was a treat when he got loose like this.

God, you adored him.

“You hungry, babe?” you asked your bumbling hunk. “I left you a plate in the microwave in case all you two had was whiskey and peanuts.”

Joel groaned appreciatively. “Fuuuck, honey. How d’ya always know jus’ what I need? What’d I ever do t’ deserve you, hm? Funny, so damn smart, so kind, you’re gorgeous. Smell good. Perfect fuckin’ pussy…”

“Go get your dinner, Romeo,” you cut him off with a snort. With an over-the-top wink, Joel sauntered into the kitchen. You watched him go with a grin, admiring (honestly, ogling) the delicious way his jeans hugged him and the flex of his broad back under the snug green plaid shirt he favored.

A few years in, and marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed over all a happier person. The only drawback, to him, seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline. Regular meals, fewer hours out at the job site, more time spent enjoying life’s small pleasures. Add in plain old aging, and some body changes were inevitable. God knows you’d had plenty of them yourself.

You knew Joel was a little sensitive about his pants fitting a bit tighter, the buttons of his ancient flannels straining slightly more than they used to over the swell of his belly. But where these changes made Joel frown at his reflection when he caught himself in the mirror before a shower, or sigh when he had to punch a new hole in his single belt, they had no negative effect on you whatsoever.

To your husband’s surprise, you were ravenous for his softening body. Your hands often found their way to his pockets to palm his plump ass through the denim, to the hem of his shirt to stroke the round warm underside of his stomach, to pat and squeeze his thick thighs. When he came inside you each night (and most mornings) and tried to hover over himself your body to kiss you after finishing, you often yanked him down on top of you, relishing the crushing weight of your husband enveloping your form like the world’s sexiest, most affectionate weighted blanket.

You couldn’t get enough of him, so having more Joel to love? A blessing. And when he loped back into the living room, his plate heaped with the dinner you’d made earlier, wearing a smile wide and dopey, you were happy that the most hardworking, self-sacrificing man you’d ever known entrusted you with his comfort.

He plopped onto the sofa, a little harder than he probably meant to, and sat his plate on the end of the coffee table nearest to you.

“Looks so good, sugar, you’re amazin’. Fuckin’ girl of my dreams. And you *married me*! Wow. Wowwwww.” The tips of Joel’s ears and the rounds of his cheeks were peony pink, his eyes glassy with both drink and adoration. He took a forkful of the pasta and vegetables from his plate and opened his mouth around it with a moan. “Baby, mmmmfff, Jesus,” he mumbled through chews, eyes closing in ecstasy as he ate.

“Sober Joel is going to be mortified when I tell him about Drunk Joel’s table manners,” you snickered. You unfolded your legs and reached a foot towards the couch, poking at him in the side with your pointed toes.

“Naw,” he said with a dramatic shake of his head, swallowing his bite. You couldn’t help but track the way his Adam’s apple slid along his tan, taut throat, and despite his hazy state, he clocked it immediately. “Y’aren’t gonna tell that asshole anythin’. Jus’ our little secret, sweetheart.” He licked his lips, tongue poking into the corner to catch a spot of sauce that lingered in his mustache. “I’ll make it worth your while, promise this Joel knows ‘xactly whatcha like,” he hummed, eyes gleaming and dimple pitting deep in his rosy cheek.

“I’m not gonna fuck you when you’re drunk, Miller, if that’s what you’re getting at.” You cackled when he scowled, sticking out his lower lip in a nearly-irresistible pout.

“But what if I want to real bad, Miller?” he huffed, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “I’ll letcha have your way with me any damn day, honey, please. I’m achin’ for ya.” His eyebrows curled up in a pitiful plea, his big brown sad puppy dog eyes in full force.

You leaned forward in your chair, planting your feet on the ground. “I’ll have my way with you when you’re not plastered, I swear.” Joel dropped his head in disappointment, whining.

“Jus’ love you so much…” he murmured at the floor. “Wanna show you… take such good care ‘a me, make me feel so good… best wife of every wife, give me the best life…”

Your heart was full to burst. “Come here, you big sentimental sap,” you said, sitting back and opening your arms to your pathetically endearing enormous drunken husband.

Rather than walk, Joel slid from the couch cushions to the floor with a thud and proceeded to crawl on his hands and knees across the rug, stopping at your feet and looking up at you sheepishly through long dark lashes.

You gestured to your lap. “Up.”

Joel clambered from the ground, dropping himself solidly into the cradle of your body (eliciting a breathy OOF as he knocked the wind from your lungs) and curling up like a pillbug against your chest. The chair creaked in fruitless protest. You struggled to catch your breath and adjust your legs underneath him, but managed to encourage his head into the crook of your neck so you could nuzzle into his soft silvered curls, press kisses to the lines across his forehead. Your arms didn’t fit all the way around him, but you snuck them in at his waist and ran your thumbs back and forth along the meat of his hips.

Joel burrowed his face into the space above your collarbone, nudging his nose up against your throat and humming softly, pressing a sweet kiss to the dip there. “Thas’ real nice. Love you s‘much,” he buzzed into your warm skin. Your ribs couldn’t quite expand enough to take your regular breaths without effort, and numbness was prickling your thighs and asscheeks, but you made no effort to move.

“‘M not hurtin’ you, honey, am I?” Joel’s quiet voice was already honeying over with the pull of slumber. His breath slowed and evened, inching its way toward soft snores.

“Not at all, sleepyhead,” you assured him, whispering warmly into the smooth shell of his ear, giving it a gentle nibble before laying your cheek against the top of his head. “You’re perfect.”

[puckinghischier]

wait i’m crying imagine helping luke with his curl routine and you being the only person he trusts to touch his hair

“luke, hold still,” you tell him, massaging the diffuser around his head.

“it tickles. and it’s really warm,” he argues, twitching again, causing you to huff in frustration.

luke’s currently crouched down in front of you in his en-suite bathroom, sitting not so still while you try to do his newly implemented curl routine.

“honeybee, my knees hurt, we gotta take a break,” he pleads, bouncing slightly.

you turn off the hair dryer and let him stretch his legs to his full height.

“you know, if you’d let me make you an appointment at a salon we wouldn’t be in this predicament,” you tell him, looking up at his lop-sided curls.

a few weeks ago you convinced luke to start a curl care routine, knowing his hair was in desperate need of some TLC. when you first started dating, you saw the 3in1 bottle sitting in his otherwise empty shower and immediately dragged him to the nearest salon supply store to get a curl specific shampoo and conditioner set.

once he finally agreed to start a whole routine (with your help, of course) you picked out several creams and gels to lather into his hair after every shower.

so your new pre-bedtime routine, three nights out of the week, is making sure his hair is hydrated and taken care of. when you suggested letting a professional do a generalized curl care appointment to get him started, luke refused, arguing that you could do it just as good as any salon can.

“i told you, i don’t want them touching my hair,” he reiterates to you, giving the same response every time you suggest it to him.

“luke, they’re literally professionals. they know tricks that i don’t. maybe they could even do something to your hair that lasts for a few weeks, so we wouldn’t have to do this several nights a week. plus, it would help when you’re on the road,” you try to persuade him, reaching up and ruffling his curls around with both hands, trying to keep it from drying unevenly.

the first time he was on the road and it was a hair night, you tried to call him and walk him through it, but he claimed his hair didn’t turn out as soft and shiny as when you do it.

the next time, you had jack come and watch how you did it one night, having him step in to help luke since they typically room together, but he said jack didn’t do it right and he came out looking like he had a clown afro the next day.

“i don’t care. it’s just hair, it can wait until i’m back home,” he grabs your hands, pulling them from his hair and placing them on his shoulders.

you scoff in offense, swatting at his chest. “it is not just hair. it’s one of my favorite features of yours!”

“still doesn’t mean i’m going to let some stranger at a salon get all touchy with it,” he shrugs.

you roll your eyes at his stubbornness, not knowing why it’s such a big deal.

“if you don’t want to spend the money on it, i’ll literally pay for it. i just think it’d do some good, i don’t know why you’re so against it,” you offer.

luke shakes his head no, reaching up to move a stray piece of your own hair out of your face. “s’not the money,” he assures you. “it won’t feel as good as when you do it. love the feeling of your fingers all in my hair. s’comforting,” he says so casually, not even aware that his words caused butterflies to erupt in your belly.

you feel your face flush, biting your lip to hide the smile trying to break out on your face.

“well i’m not saying i’ll stop doing it. i’m just saying that maybe a trip to a salon once a month might prevent more bad hair days on the road,” you try to compromise, not wanting him to know how much his words affected you. you didn’t want to give him more reasons to refuse the idea.

“and i’m just saying, i don’t want anyone but you touching my hair,” he leans down to press his forehead against yours, locking his wide eyes onto yours dramatically.

before you can get a reply out of your mouth, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, taking your hands off of his shoulders and bringing them up to your hair, emphasizing his point.

you toy with the flat curls, forgetting what you were meant to be doing until your fingers came into contact with a wet patch.

pulling back from the kiss abruptly, luke lets out a frustrated whine while chasing your lips with his.

“we have to finish drying your hair! if i don’t finish it soon it’s gonna dry all flat on one side because we didn’t diffuse it properly,” you pull back from him completely, grabbing the abandoned hair dryer on the counter.

luke groans, stomping over to stand in front of you, crouching back into his earlier position.

“just hurry. if we do this too much longer i’m going to have to tell my coach i can’t skate because i have stiff knees from my girlfriend’s curl routine she makes me do,” he crosses his arm and pouts like a child.

“keep up the whining and i’ll make jack do it next time,” you threaten, turning the hairdryer on and continuing the task at hand.

luke’s body tenses. “i swear to god if you bring jack over here to do my hair again i’m shaving it off.”

“you wouldn’t,” you gasp at him, not believing he just said such a thing.

“try me,” he responds, smirking at you through the large mirror.

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Kinktober day 13/14: Monsterfucking + blood - Childe/Foul Legacy Transformation x reader

Warnings/tags: Monsterfucking, his dick is like 14 inches, fem!reader. Once Childe transforms, Foul Legacy gets it/its pronouns. Blood is mentioned, unrealistic sex, Foul Legacy is kind of horror movieified. Slight dub con. It sticks its tongue down your throat. You bleed from multiple things. Mentions of breeding too.

Reader really wants Childe to fuck her in his Foul Legacy transformation.

The first time you asked Childe to fuck you in his foul legacy form, he said no.

Immediately shut you down. Outright refused. Wouldn’t even let you start up with a word of argument- he was so violently opposed to the idea- convinced there was no way you could take that version of him, in any way.

But you were, if anything, stubborn. You were sure you could handle it! You knew you could! And you showed Childe that every opportunity you got- stretching yourself wider and wider till you could nearly take your whole hand. A proud grin on your face as you straddled him- giving him the perfect view to see exactly how much you could take.

You were just so determined to prove to Childe that you could handle it- and no matter how many times he told you “No. It would destroy you.” you persisted. Eventually wearing down his walls enough to just get him to have an open conversation about the topic.

You were curled up against Childe’s side, looking up at him as he stuttered in exasperation and desperately tried to explain to you just how bad of an idea this was. “It’ll break you- it'll rip you apart!”

“No. It won’t. I showed you I could take it, so you gotta at least come up with a new excuse.” You responded, huffing.

“It’s still a bad idea! Being exposed to that much abyssal energy is dangerous! It’s no-“ You cut him off, a bit of pride rising in your chest as you revel in having anticipated this argument beforehand. “I talked to Dottore. He said it’s fine.”

Childe frowns, choosing to set the whole bringing-a-mad-man-into-your-sexlife thing aside for later, and instead focusing on the current subject. “I don’t believe him, he’s not exactly trustworthy.”

“He’s competent.”

“He’s a psychopath.”

“But a competent one.”

Childe sighs, angling your head and looking into your eyes as he speaks in a more serious tone. “You don’t understand. When I’m like that- Foul Legacy isn’t me. I’m not able to control myself- it’s all instincts, there’s no self control, there’s no thinking, only doing. It’s-it’s like I’m an animal. And I don’t want you to see me like that and be… scared of me.”

You, very calmly and methodically, explain to him: That. Is. Exactly. What. You. Want.

After that night, it still takes another week's worth of convincing before you get him to agree, and then another week of prep before the big day. And when it finally comes, you can’t help but feel a twinge of regret over not listening to Childe’s warnings. Because oh holy shit. That’s a lot bigger than you had been expecting-

You had seen Foul Legacy before, of course, but only from far away. Up close was a whole new thing. It was 10 feet. Easily. Childe Foul Legacy absolutely towered over you, you couldn’t hide how you trembled and practically cowered underneath its watch. Dressed intricately in an array of dark purples and reds, purple sparks crackled and fizzled in the air surrounding it. The only hint of Childe remaining was the messy nest of ginger hair that stuck out from behind Foul Legacy’s mask (face? You couldn’t tell).

You understood what Childe meant. This wasn’t him, this was Foul Legacy.

“Is this what you wanted?”

You flinch as you hear Foul Legacy speak, forcing your head into a shaky nod. Its voice is deep, scratchy, and barely recognizable as Childe’s. Despite the words clearly ringing through the room, there’s no movement from its mask.

“Good.”

You could’ve sworn Foul Legacy teleported to infront of you. One moment it was across the room, the next, its black claws found your hips, effortlessly lifting you up and tossing you onto the mattress.

You landed with a soft “thump”, getting no to time to catch your breath before Foul Legacy’s hands are already back on you. Its claws dig into your hips- tiny rivulets of blood flowing from where the razor sharp points pierces your skin- and it lifts.

A startled yelp comes out of your throat as your lower body is lifted up and Foul Legacy moves its head between your legs. You hardly get a chance to scream in horror as its mouth opens- a long, thick, dark purple tongue that immediately dragged roughly over your clit.

You gasped, hands flying to cover your mouth as Foul Legacy ground its tongue against your clit. You rut your hips upwards, whimpering at the way its claws dug deeper into the fat of your hips in warning.

“Childe- Childe please!” You babbled, crying and grabbing at the sheets as you were forced to take the near painful grind of Foul Legacy’s tongue against your clit. It was too much, but it wasn’t enough, and the more Foul Legacy went on, the harder you sobbed, eventually, a painful orgasm crashing into you like a freight train.

Foul Legacy’s tongue continued to rub against you- working you through your orgasm till you were once again squirming in overstimulation.

You didn’t get any time to recover before you were once again dropped down onto the mattress- hazily worrying about the blood ruining the sheets before you froze.

There was no way. There was no way that was going to fit inside of you. It was at least 14 inches, for Christ's sake. And why the hell was it thicker than your upper arm?

You hastily pushed yourself up, opening your mouth to call out Childe’s name- only to have your ankles grabbed and shoved up past your head- your body now completely bent in half.

You cried out and squeezed your eyes shut, shaking as you felt that same long tongue flicker across were Foul Legacy’s bloody claws were holding your ankles- shivering as you felt it lick the blood up- eventually moving to the punctures on your hips and lapping up the blood that ran down your skin.

By the time you cracked your eye open, Foul Legacy had finished with the blood- bitting, licking, and sucking across your thighs as it made its way closer and closer to your still sensitive pussy.

You bucked your hips away, squirming and begging as you tried to get through to Childe.

“No no no no- Childe! I’m too sensitive! You were too rough! Don’t use your tongue again!!”

Foul legacy looked up at you, an angry growl and tight ting of the claws at your wrists was all you needed to be frightened back into compliance.

You bit your cheek and looked away, a whiny whimper escaping from your throat as the head of Foul Legacy’s monstrous cock rubbed against your sore clit.

Well- at least it listened to you-

Although you weren’t sure you were grateful once it started pushing in. No matter how wet you had been, it would’ve hurt either way.

You couldn’t help it, you screamed. loud and pained until Foul Legacy shoved its tongue down your open mouth, muffling your screams as the large muscle wiggled its way past the muscles at the back of your throat, leaving you sobbing and gagging around it as the painful stretch of its cock only grew worse.

All the while, you were staring up. Not at your boyfriend, but at whatever he had become.

Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you struggled to breath around the tongue intent on making its way down your throat. The lack of oxygen at least partially distracted you from the burning stretch of your hole.

Foul Legacy didn’t remove its tongue from your mouth until you were too lost in pleasure to care about the pain. You couldn’t help but scream- the way Foul Legacy’s cock bullied it’s way inside of you- going deeper and deeper with each thrust, till it could bottom out easily with each thrust-

You were absolutely leaking around its cock, babbling and clenching as each of Foul Legacy’s thrusts sent the bed rocking and you bouncing.

You were too far gone to even care when you looked down- seeing Foul Legacy’s cock covered in blood as It roughly thrusted in and out- growling things about breeding you, filling you up, telling you that you’d make such a strong mother for its offspring.

Even when you came, Foul legacy didn’t stop, fucking you through not just that orgasm- but another one after it. By the time Foul Legacy finally did finish, you were hardly more than a fucked out mess beneath it. It’s hips stuttering and grinding into you as it filled you with waves and waves of cum- till it spilled out from your pussy, even while you were still stretched out on its cock.

Even then, Foul Legacy didn’t pull out, it kept you on its cock, curling its massive body around you protectively as you fell asleep almost immediately.

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Stolen Goods 1

Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader

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Enjoy, my loverlies.

You always felt small. Shelves, table, counters, even chairs made your shortcoming, pun intended, more obvious. Even at the one time in your life when you should feel big, you feel even tinier. 

The rounder your stomach becomes, the smaller the rest of your seems. It really doesn't feel like a part of you. That life inside you that has your shirts tighter by the say and the elastic stretching further and further.  

Swollen feet, hands, and chest, and yet you're still just a speck of dust in the wind. The grocery store so often adds to that sensation of insignificance. The cart rattles over the tile as you weave between other shoppers, veering out of the way as others turn corners without looking. Your progress down the list of needs is slower than usual but you're persistent. 

You stop in the bread section and peruse the assortment of rye and sourdough. You've been craving pumpernickel forever. You pick out a loaf and check your list. Bread crumbs... 

You spot your quarry and reach for the highest shelf. Of course it has to be all the way up there. You grunt and teeter on your toes, your goal made hard as your stomach keeps you from getting very close. 

“Allow me, sweetness,” a man says as he comes up behind you. 

You squeak in surprise as he crowds you and reaches up to grab the canister of crumbs. As he does, he presses himself to you, a none-too-subtle grind of his pelvis against your ass. You gasp and elbow him. 

“Ew, get off,” you squeal. 

“Now, now, honey buns, I got it,” he offers the canister, his arm hooking around to show the crumbs, “you just gotta say please.” 

“What the heck? Can you back up--” 

“Now, that’s not very polite, baby girl,” he shakes the crumbs and moves them away from your grasp as you try to snatch them. 

“I said back--” 

Your voice evaporates in shock and horror as he slaps your ass. You clutch the shelf and brace yourself as the force nearly has you crashing into the metal. You set your feet, regretting your choice of squishy and treadless slides, and he snakes his hand under your dress, trailing along the scalloped edge of your panties. 

“Stop,” you wisp, terrified at this man’s brazenness. Why is he doing this? How is no one else seeing this? 

His hand curls around and he stops as he touches your lower stomach. He hesitates and stretches his fingers over your bump. You’re only four-months but far enough that it’s obvious. 

“Shit,” he chortles and pushes his hand down, pressing against the front of your cotton panties, “someone beat me to it, huh?” 

He pokes the fabric between your folds with two fingers, wiggling them around. You shudder and squeeze the edge of the shelves. He creases the cotton between his fingers and pulls it aside. He pinches your thigh and you whimper as he kicks a foot between yours. 

“What--” you gasp and push back against him, trying to escape. “Please--” 

Your voice cracks and something inside you breaks. You can’t move or make a sound. He touches the tuft of hair along your pelvis and delves nakedly between your folds. You hold your breath as he toys with you, rubbing your clit dryly as he pushes his crotch against your back. 

What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you doing anything? Why can’t you? 

He just carries on, rolling your bud under his fingers until you feel yourself react. It’s the hormones, not you. You’re scared, not weak. That’s what’s going on. What is going on? 

All at once, he retracts his hand. He leaves you quivering and wet and to your shame, wanting. He snickers again and tosses the canister so it lands in your cart. You cling to the shelves, legs shaking, and stare at the wrapped loaves in stunned silence. You hear him suck loudly on his fingers and hum. 

“Naughty mommy,” he tisks and struts away.  

You can’t move. You’re paralyzed in disbelief. That didn’t just happen. A stranger just touched you. Like that. And you’re wet. You look down as your knees buckle. 

You manage to move away from the shelves and look around. You can’t pick the man out from the scatter of shoppers puttering around like drones. His sleeve was black but half the men their have black jackets. Your lip trembles as your eyes brim with tears. You don’t know what to do. 

You turn to your cart and grab the handle, rolling it forward. Your eyes fall to the white and yellow canister that rolls across the bottom. You stop and skirt around to reach into the basket, looking around before you bend to fish out the bread crumbs. You place them on the table of croissants nearby and push the cart onward. 

You’ll do grilled instead of fried. You never want to think of what happened again. You hope you never see that man again. Would you even know him at a glance? 

[rainylana]

“Ride me, baby.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: you have sex with eddie by the pond.

warnings: outdoor sex, language, short but sweet and smutty:)

There was something about it being risky that made you both horny motherfuckers. The thrill and excitement of it all that brought so much more pleasurable for the both of you. Eddie peaked his head out the trailer door, scanning the trailer park lot for any by-passers, with you giggling behind him like a little kid. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

Eddie grabbed your hand and led you outside, closing the door quietly to not wake his uncle on the couch. “You’re gonna wake everybody!” His curls bounced as he trotted down the steps of his home.

You both giggled as you ran around his trailer, trying to contain your contagious laughter, your bare feet getting slightly damp from the night dew that had frosted. “It’s cold!” You whined. “Are you sure you want to do this!”

“It was your idea!” Eddie exclaimed, leading you through the woods. “And you, should have worn shoes.”

You laughed like a madman, grabbing his arm with broth hands to keep up with him. You winced when you stepped on a sharp twig. “How much further?” You asked.

He pushed a branch out of his way and stepped to the side so he could pull you forward. “We’re here. Not too far when you take the shortcut.”

You sighed happily, stomping your feet on the soft grass rather than the mess of the forest floor. “It’s cute!” You beamed at the small pond, a children’s play set over to your left. “Wayne come fishin’ here?”

“Yeah, him and Hopper.” He brought you to the edge, your reflections glimmering in the water. “It’s pretty, isn’t it? Peaceful.”

You hummed, bending down to run your hand in the cold water. “Is there big fishies in there?”

He smirked at your term and shrugged. “I don’t know, baby, I’d assume so. Wayne’s not that good at it, if you ask me.”

“I wanna learn.” You out your foot in the water, gritting your teeth at the coldness.

“I’m sure he’d be happy to teach you.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “Come er’.” He pulled you into his arms, cupping your cheek to give you a full, deep kiss that made your tummy flutter.

You moaned into him, pushing off his jacket as it fell to grassy floor of the Earth. “You gonna fuck me out here?” You pushed your body against him.

He reached around to grope your ass, grinding his body against yours. He put his arms around you and lowered you gently to the ground, towering over you. “Fuck, I love that sweet little dress.”

You wore a yellow sundress, too short for the imagination was what Eddie liked to say about it, but he had no problem with you wearing it for him and only him. “Ride me, baby.” He husked, flipping onto his back to lay against the ground, unbuckling his belt.

You pulled down your panties and threw them half hazardously to the side, pushing his hands away so you could free his hardening cock. “Someones happy to see me.” You grinned ear to ear, bending down to take him in your mouth.

“Ah,” He gasped, looking down to watch you swallow his cock. “F-fuck,”

“Not yet, baby,” You let him go, lifting your hits. “I’ve gotta get me some too, now.” You smiled as your pussy stretched around his cock, your hands lifting your dress to get it out of the way.

“Jesus,” He looked up at the stars as you placed your hands on his chest, moving your hips slowly back and forth.

You moaned happily, the cool air drifting in your hair and soft against your skin. The grass under your knees, the sounds of crickets and night owls, the water behind you. It all seamed out of a movie.

You rode him quicker, your hands holding you steady and in place. You bit your lip hard, seductively, letting out little whimpers that made him twitch inside of you. “Such a dirty girl,” He trembled, becoming undone for you. “Riding me out here where anyone could see.”

You leaned down to kiss him firmly, shutting him up as you moved your hips back and forth like ocean currents. Your tongues tangled together, swiping over teeth and gums as you bounced on him. You moaned into each other’s mouth like animals.

You squealed when he tossed you around and put you on your back, throwing your legs over his hips as he thrusted into you hard. You cried out from the sharpness of his cock pushing inside of you, making you clamp your mouth shut. He grabbed your hands and placed them above your head. “Uh, uh, I wanna hear those sweet sweet noises, baby girl.”

He thrusted into you animalisticly, making your eyes blur with tears as you looked up to the stars. “Shit,” Your voice was full and shaky, your tits practically spilling from your chest as they bounced up and down.

His pelvis rubbed against your clit and sent you over the edge, biting his shoulder as you cried out. You felt him shoot his load inside of you, the tremble of his legs making him collapse atop of you. You both panted, your breath coming out in puffs of clouds.

“Shit,” He gasped into your neck, trying to hold himself. “Sorry babe- did you cum? I couldn’t last,”

You giggled, slapping his shoulder. “I always cum, Eddie. Now, get the fuck off me.”

[k-hotchoisan]

If your still doing the 500 follower thing I’m really Interested in 14! Congrats on 500 btw!

14. Anal with Mingi or Receive oral from Wooyoung?

Goddamn do y’all wanna have anal with mingi that much 😳😳

We’ve come full circle—started with Mingi, and now we’re ending with Mingi!’

well, enjoy as always! 🩷 and thank you everyone for participating!!

Warnings: anal. smut, reader is douched before proceeding, fluff, fingering, cream pie, praise kink

⚠️ please be careful when you’re doing anal! Remember to douche and clean yourself before and after anal + go slow and be gentle

Taglist:

@bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

K’s 500: this or that Masterlist here!

“Tell me when you’re ready, okay baby?”, Mingi reminds you, as he slides his wet cock into your cunt. His size is already stretching your pussy out, you’re wondering how much of your ass is he gonna fill up, and it’s making you feel dizzy with excitement.

You keep your legs hooked over your arms, keeping them spread open for your partner as every thrust he fucks into you decorates a ring of cream on his fat cock. Mingi’s biceps are flexed, and his grunts every time he thrusts into you somehow melt into his moans automatically.

Mingi’s gaze eats you up, eyeing your reactions. He watches the way the mixture of release leaks down to your puckered hole, then he tests waters—he presses his thumb into your hole, watching the way you let it open and lets him in. He feels the way the muscled walls wrap around his thumb. He watches your reactions—you squirming and whimper slightly, but his soft rubs on your sides soothe you and remind to relax, so you do, before he pulls his thumb out.

He takes the lube and squeezes a sizable amount onto his fingers, then pressing it against your hole.

“Relax, baby”, he reminds you one more time, letting his cock drag against your pussy to distract you. A soft moan leaves you as his fingers push into your ass. You feel the pressure, and it stings at first. You throw your head back, almost dropping your legs as your toes curl.

“How are you feeling, Princess?” He checks, stilling his fingers in you.

“So full. I’m so filled up”, you reply breathlessly, still trying to accommodate two of his long fingers in your ass.

“Good girl. You’re holding up so well. A little more and I’ll fit my cock in there, okay?” He hums, and lets his fingers roll in and out of your ass, biting his lip at your pants and how tight your ass is hugging his fingers.

He lets you take your time, and doesn’t forget to drizzle more lube over your hole from time to time. Soon enough, he pulls his cock out of your pussy, the mixture of fluids serving as extra lubricant before he fucks your ass. Mingi doesn’t let you miss the way he says, “oh fuck me”, when he sees the amount of cum that oozes out of your cunt. He presses his cockhead against your asshole, rubbing your sides as he sucks your nipples to further relax and arouse you.

“You can push it in”, you whimper softly, feeling his lips flutter all over your neck and jaw before pressure sets in from below. He’s so fucking big. You gasp, and take a sharp inhale at every inch he pushes in, soaking in the tight squeeze and pressure he cock is giving you.

“Fuck, you’re a fucking tight squeeze, princess. You gotta let me in”, he coaxes as his fingers rub against your clit, your empty cunt fluttering at the sensation. His cock soon sits right up your ass, and it feels even more full when you had him in your pussy. The pressure is still there, but it’s definitely more bearable now.

You let him sit there for a moment or two who Mingi tries his best not to burst in you. Your hands wrap around his arms, and you sigh.

“It’s okay. You can move”, you tell him. He’s fitted in you like a glove, and when he pulls back, your legs twitch.

Soon enough he’s fucking your ass with his thick cock, and it’s sending pleasure up your spine. Mingi watches as your cunt spit out more slick from the pleasure from time to time, and he can’t help but to drive his cock deeper into your ass.

Soon enough, the pressure mixes in with pleasure, and Mingi is driving his cock in and out of your ass, your moans bouncing off the walls. You don’t know what to expect from doing anal, but you didn’t expect it to feel like this.

A strange feeling begins to build in your abdomen and you recognise it being unusual from your usual orgasms. But it completely slips your mind when Mingi lulls you in once more when his cock pistons into your muscled walls, filling you up over and over again.

“Mingi, it’s weird. Something’s weird”, you whimper when it’s at its biting point.

Mingi only smirks at you, while ruining your asshole. “It’s okay, princess. Let it go. Scream as loud as you want.”

And you completely burst—squirting all over Mingi’s lower body, your cunt fluttering uncontrollably as you spray all over your lover and the bedsheets beneath you, eyes rolled into the back of your skull, shaking uselessly beneath Mingi as he rides your orgasm out as much as he can.

You don’t even remember screaming but as your high dies down, your throat feels slightly hoarse, and Mingi’s cock is throbbing in your ass.

“You’re so good at being ruined by me, princess. Fuck”, he grunts, rutting in you a couple more times before he pulls out, and pushes his cock right into your cunt, twitching, and then filling your completely drenched pussy full of his warm cum, while whispering praises that completely melt your mind.

Mingi has you wrapped up in his arms moments later, before he cleans you up in the hot bath, being extra gentle in the process. You smile in his arms, knowing that he’s ruined your cunt and your asshole to only fit his, and his cock only.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Blood Orange. (Vampire!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 18+)

Basically, I'm on my period and I'm mad horny so I wrote this over two evenings because I just want my vampire boyfriend to take care of me. I promise I'm working on my 13 going on 30 AU, I just had to get this out of my system first. Word Count:880 Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (F Rec), Dirty Talk, Blood drinking. I don't think there's anything else here, but don't hesitate to send me a message if you want something tagged.

Eddie Munson Masterlist // Masterlist

Light peeks through the cracked open doorway, as Eddie makes his way over to you with a glass of water and two painkillers in his out-stretched hand.

“I see you've taken to my vampiric lifestyle of living in the darkness,” he chuckles softly. “How are you feeling?”

“Like death.” comes your grumbled reply from under-neath your bundles 

You unfurl yourself from the comfort of your duvet-cocoon to take the tablets off him, placing them in your mouth and chasing them with a sip of water.

Eddie takes the glass from your hands and sets it on the bedside table, before lying next to you on the bed, snuggling you closer into the safe embrace of his arms. 

“Y’know, if you want, I can help you out with those cramps.” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “Orgasms can be one hell of painkiller, or so I've heard.”

There's a beat of silence as you think about his offer. 

He can see the cogs turning around in your brain, his fangs making a pearly appearance as he smiles at you before speaking again. 

“All you gotta do is say the word, and I can make all of it go away” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your neck, just behind your ear.

“We can even lay towels down, if you're worried about it getting a little messy.” he offers as a way of tempting you to his way of thinking.

“Okay then.” You nod. 

“Yeah? You want me to make you feel better, sweetheart? Want me to make you feel good?” He says between kisses pressed to your skin.

“Please Eddie.”

He grins that wickedly wide smile, his fangs curling into his pink lips as he pulls away and begins to set a dark towel on the bed.

As you make yourself comfortable on the bed, Eddie's delicate fingers find their way to the waistband of your panties, and begin to slowly drag them down the length of your legs. You cringe when you hear the crinkle of your blood-stained pad, an apology ready for him.

But the apology never comes, it all but dies on your tongue as he kisses your worries away, as if he could read your mind.

“You've got nothing to be sorry for, my darling. You deserve this. Now just let me make you feel good.”

He situates himself between your thighs, pressing a gentle kiss into the soft thatch of hair between your legs.

Your hand reaches down to lay on his shoulder, forcing his big brown eyes to look at you. 

He once again flashes you that devilishly charming smile. 

“What, you thought I wasn't going to eat you out because you're on your period?” he laughs incredulously. “Darling, I'm a vampire. Getting to taste you when you're like this is an honour and a privilege that most vampires can only dream of.” 

He lies your worries to bed once more as he places a soft kiss to your clit before his tongue is delving between your folds. Sweeping over your centre, his body practically shuddering out a moan as the sweet metallic taste of your blood hits his tongue. A nectar-like sweetness, the likes of which Eddie had never experienced, a richly devine and intimate treat offered up for him to devour. The wet sounds as he drinks down your scarlet essence are the backing track for your combined moans.

“So pretty for me, my darling, tastes so fucking sweet for me.”

You giggle under his praises, your hands finding their way to tangle into his long, dark curls. Tugging the soft strands into your hands to ground yourself as he feasts upon you in the most intimately erotic way.

His tongue hotly drags through your folds, his pretty pink lips wrapping around your needy clit, grinning to himself when he feels it’s gentle pulse of your arousal under his tongue.  

“Eddie please…” you whimper, desperately trying to grind your hips against his face in a plea for friction. Anything to give you that release that you so badly craved.

He lays his hand flat on your stomach to stop you from squirming away from his touch. A cold, and commanding presence, reminding you just exactly who was in charge here. 

“Gonna be a good girl for me ain’t’cha, sweetheart. Gonna come nice ‘an hard for me, pretty thing.” his voice drops as his nose’s tip nudges against your clit. His relentless tongue explores your wet cunt fervently, licking up every drop of your blood-tinted arousal.

He smirks against you when he feels the tell-tale signs of your plush thighs tensing, and your fists tugging harder into his hair. He doesn’t stop though, no, he wants all of it. He wants to feel it, to taste it, to drown in every drop of you.

You come with a gasping moan as you shudder through your release, your chest rising and falling with heaving breaths. Coming with a wet gush, drenching your lover in the wetness of your orgasm.

Eddie pulls away from you with a lazy, satiated smirk, his mouth covered in a glistening sheen of your juices. Scarlet and cream on staining his pink lips.

“So, how’s about that for pain relief, darling?” 

@paybacksawitch @penguinsandpotterheads @munsonbee @aphrogeneias @mrsjellymunson @eddiesxangel @raccoonboywrites

[moonblossom7]

Leviathan (obey me) x reader

There's a big thunderstorm and you're scared. Levi comforts you.

Genre: fluff Warnings: none

Levi could hear the rain pelting the roof, noticed the lights flicker now and then. He crossed his fingers, hoping the power wouldn't go out. He was playing a game and he hadn't had a chance to save in a while and would be so pissed if he lost his progress. When he got to the closest checkpoint, he quit for the night. It was better,in case the power went out.

Levi yawned and stretched, got up from his chair and started walking around the room. He stopped. He stood very still and held his breath. Was he hearing things? He could've sworn he heard footsteps in the hall, but he was usually the only one up this late. He doubted it was Lucifer. He never gave Levi trouble for staying up late,as long as he was quiet. Beel getting a midnight snack,maybe? But Beelzebub knew about that one creaky step on the staircase and always skipped it,so it wasn't him. Levi normally wouldn't mind, but with thunder so loud,every other sound was a million times creepier. There was a knock on the door, which caused him to jump. He crept across the floor, looking around for something that could be used as a weapon on the off chance it was a masked serial killer or something. What kind of murderer knocked anyway? Vampires, actually, that would make sense. They had to be invited in so naturally they would have to knock and -

"Levi?" Your voice broke through his thoughts, quiet and sounding a little spooked yourself . Leviathan opened the door quickly.

"Oh... it's you" he said, smiling a bit. "I was scared it might've been a serial killer or vampire or something." You laughed a bit, and the sound filled Levi with a warm feeling. "I'm sorry." You mumbled. He glanced over you, taking notice that you had carried your pillows and blanket in with you."Something wrong?" He asked. You shook your head. "No...no,not really. It's just... okay,I know it's a dumb fear but... I'm really scared of thunderstorms." You admitted, not making eye contact.

"And...and there was a big flash of lightning a bit too close to my window,so I kinda just grabbed my stuff and left, but then I was just in the hallway and it was dark which wasn't helping, and then I remembered you don't really sleep much so..."

Levi nodded at your explanation. He didn't really understand why you seemed embarrassed. "They kinda scare me too" he told you, finally closing his bedroom door again. "They do?" You asked,surprised. He nodded. He sat down on the floor among a pile of plushies and pillows. He patted the spot next to him, clearly offering for you to sit with him. You accepted. You got comfortable, wrapping your blanket around yourself.

"I like rain" Levi explained. "Just not storms. When I was a kid I was a huge fan, but I think experiencing a couple storms at sea kind of turned me off them for a while." You nodded. It was easy to forget that he was,in fact,part of Hell's navy. A pretty big part. Of course he'd seen worse storms than you could imagine,it was a rational fear to have. "Still," Levi continued. "If you can turn it into something cozy, it's not so bad." You looked at him, raising one eyebrow in questioning. "Y'know... use it as ambience or whatever. Or as an excuse to curl up with a good videogame,or drink your favorite tea or something." He explained. "Personally, I use it as an excuse to rewatch movies I find to be super nostalgic."

"Hmm. So what you're saying is you gotta find something to like about it?"He nodded. "Yeah, exactly." You thought about it for a minute, before snuggling up closer to him. Levi's face went red at the lack of distance between you two. "So...we could use it as an excuse for a sleepover?" You asked.

He nodded,a bit stiffly. "Totally. If that'll make you feel better " he managed to get out. He was still recovering from his breath being stolen by your unexpected cuddling.When Levi had calmed down, he got to work setting up a little sleepover.

the two of you built a blanket fort in front of his TV and gathered up some old cartoons on VHS tapes. You didn't even know Levi was into that kind of thing. You would've assumed he found the older tech clunky, annoying and inconvenient, but he insisted it was part of the experience. "-and honestly, it's the same as the pink filter thing with Sailor Moon. Sure it isn't the best quality, but without it,it just doesn't feel the same." He explained after a bit of a ramble.

Leviathan accompanied you back to your room so you could grab some stuff, and then to the kitchen to get some snacks. He swiped some candles from the hallway and other rooms on the way back. That way,if the power did go out, you'd be less scared. He knew there was a large overlap in people scared of storms and people scared of the dark and figured it was better to be safe.

Back in his bedroom, with the candles burning and the first movie on, things seemed less scary. The two of you were laying in the blanket fort, not moving too much in fear of knocking the whole thing down. You rested your head on his chest and hummed along to the music coming from the TV.

"You ever watch Thumbelina?" You asked after a while. He shook his head. He knew which version of the story you meant, having seen trailers for it on some of his other tapes, but he'd never actually watched it. You told him what you liked and disliked about it and what memories you had of watching it as a kid, even quietly admitting how much the toads used to scare you.

The rest of the night passed in a similar manner, having conversations that weren't very important and telling each other stories.  Levi played with your hair as you talked, your voice gradually growing softer and softer. Sometimes the thunder was particularly loud, causing you to jump, but he calmed you down, mumbling reassurances that you were safe and even working up the courage to leave soft kisses on your cheeks and on top of your head. After a while, you drifted off to sleep as the storm raged on. You dreamed of warm, pleasant places, candlelight ,cute little animals and,most surprisingly, Levi's sleepy voice mumbling through the lyrics of various Disney songs.

[impala-dreamer]

Of Whipped Cream & Body Heat

A Supernatural Story

~After getting jumped on a hunt, Y/N and Dean find themselves locked in a walk-in refrigerator. Can they brave the cold and each other's temper until Sam sets them free?~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam 

2192 Words

Warnings: NSFWish... Banter and Romance and Snark and Fluff and Just... I love it. I LOVE IT. Please Enjoy. 

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“I don’t know how or why, but I feel like you planned this.”

Y/N popped a hip and chewed on a fingernail, staring angrily at the big metal door blocking her exit.

The fluorescent lights above were harsh, sure to blind them both if they looked up for too long. The air being circulated through the walk in fridge was so cold that she could feel her nipples and everything else perk towards too hard.

Dean scoffed. “Why the hell would I have planned this?”

He shifted against the back wall and stretched his long legs out, taking a moment to regroup. His head was still bleeding and Y/N frowned at the cut above his eye when she glared back at him.

“You’ve probably got a concussion,” she sighed, grabbing a head of lettuce off the shelf to her left and chucking it at him. “Put that on your head.”

Dean cocked a brow in confusion. “Uh… why?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because it’s cold. You gotta stop the swelling. You don’t want a bump, do you?”

Annoyed, he tossed the cabbage back and it landed at her feet. “I don’t want that.”

“So sorry you disapprove, but the frozen peas are next door in the freezer!”

“Why are you yelling at me!”

“You’re yelling, too!”

“Because you’re yelling at me!”

“I fucking- I- Damnit, Dean!”

Pursing his lips, he let it go and looked away, trying to think up a plan to get them out of there.

They were chasing a monster- again- and things went south- again. They weren’t really even sure just what they were dealing with other than that it was big, fast, and conked them both on the head before they knew what was happening. The knock out sucked, but waking up trapped in a fridge was proving to be even worse.

Dean yanked his phone from his pocket and made a show of holding it up to look for bars.

“I got nothing,” he sighed, pressing random buttons just in case.

“Of course you don’t.”

“What?”

Y/N nearly growled. “We’re in a big metal box. You’re not gonna have a signal in here. It’s science.”

His nostrils flared. “Don’t ‘science’ me, Y/N/N. You know I hate that.”

She crossed her arms defiantly. “Science?”

“No. When you act like you know everything and I’m just an idiot grunt. I know things, too, OK?”

Y/N clicked her tongue and let the anger sizzle. She turned her back on Dean and slammed her fist into the door.

“Hello! Hello! Someone help us!”

Dean kicked a knee up and leaned his arm on it. “No one’s gonna hear you, it’s past one in the morning.”

Again, she banged on the door. “Hello! I’m trapped in here with a grunt person and he’s very annoying!”

He seethed. “Get over yourself.”

She glared. “You.”

Green eyes narrowed. Pink lips curled. “You.”

Y/N huffed and closed her eyes, done with him and then entire hunt. “I give up.”

Dean picked at a split nail on his left thumb. “Yeah, well, so do I.”

“Great.”

Tossing her arms up in surrender, Y/N spun and threw her back against the wall. The metal was freezing and she drew her arms in across her chest.

Silence hung between them like their breath, dancing in the air before their noses both threatening and childishly amusing.

Time ticked by and Y/N squinted, trying to read Dean’s watch from across the room.

“How long we been in here?” she asked, teeth starting to chatter noticeably.

Dean peeked at the time. “Half hour, maybe. Dunno.”

She shivered. “Wonderful.”

“You cold?”

She shrugged. “A little.”

Hoping to his feet, Dean shrugged off his top layer and walked across the fridge, holding it out for her.

“Take it.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

A heavy sigh came out like dragon’s breath and Dean ducked down to grab her arm, lifting her onto her feet. “Come on. Just take it.”

“What about you?” She looked up with worried eyes, finally over the annoyance and throbbing headache.

“Ah, I’ll be fine. I’m layered.” He winked as he tossed the green canvas over her shoulders and buttoned the top button. “There ya go. Better?”

Y/N nodded. “Thanks.”

It was a thousand times better. The jacket was a little smelly, tinged with smoke and gun oil and something that was similar to but not altogether taco seasoning. Still, it was warm and Y/N sank into the heat as she calculated how long they could last in thirty eight degrees.

Dean watched her closely. “You’re doing math,” he said with a soft laugh. “I know that nose crinkle anywhere.”

Y/N gasped, feigning offence. “I don’t have a math face.”

“Sure you don’t.” He licked his lips and shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about the cold,” he told her, moving away to inspect the food lining the walls.

“Yeah? What would you worry about?”

“Oxygen.”

She tried not to show her nervousness. “W-what?”

Picking through a box of vegetables, he nodded. “Yeah. We’re in a big metal box, right? Probably sealed up real good. You should be more worried about running out of air. We’ll suffocate before we freeze to death.”

The chill gripped her bones and Y/N’s eyes went wide. In her worst nightmares, she was always drowning or suffocating, dying in some horrid fashion unable to breathe. Her lip trembled.

“Dean, I-”

Her voice cracked with fear and he turned, smug and unaffected.

“Wait a minute.” Her brain defrosted and she sneered. “You asshole. There’s vents right there!” She shoved a hand towards the back right corner of the fridge. “We’re not gonna suffocate. But you may die bloody if you keep this up.”

“Hey, now-”

An apple flew at his head and Dean dodged it at the last second.

“Hey!”

“You should eat more fruit anyway,” she jeered.

“Oh, I’ll eat more fruit, alright!”

Y/N laughed. “How is that a come back? Are you threatening me by threatening to eat better?”

Dean’s face turned as red as the aerial apple. “I- You- Damnit. Shut up.”

“You are an idiot.”

“And you are more frustrating than a- a-”

“A what?”

“A something very frustrating…”

Again, they dropped into quiet, each on their own side of the six by nine foot room.

When her worry grew too strong, Y/N cracked the silence. “Sam will come get us, right?” she blurted, words exploding like a cloud of smoke from her lips.

Dean chewed his lip and nodded, though his face was twisted with concern. “Yeah. Totally. Hundred percent. He’s probably on his way right now.”

She didn’t believe him. Sam hadn’t even known where they were going and the GPS on their phones was dead because their phones were dead. “Yeah…”

“Yeah…”

Y/N picked at a string inside the sleeve of his jacket. Her fingers were painfully cold, the tip of her nose felt like ice, her ears were numb.

“I don’t wanna die in here,” she whispered, looking up at the big handle-less door.

Dean’s jaw twitched as he swallowed down a rush of worry. “We won’t. I promise.” Her eyes flickered over to him and guilt walloped Dean in the chest. “What, you don’t believe me?” he teased, hoping to get her to laugh.

She shrugged, too cold to argue. Back still against the door, she folded in on herself, tucking her chin to her chest and hugging her knees.

Even from across the room he could see how badly she was shaking, and it made him realize he was vibrating with cold as well.

“This is stupid,” he sighed, pushing up and away from the nearly freezing floor.

Y/N watched him stalk across the fridge, fear leaking into her face as he got close.

“W-what’re you doing- Oh!”

Dean sat down before she could stop him and pulled her close, crushing her face into his chest. He was cold too, but the added layers had given him a little temperature cushion, and Y/N sank into his residual warmth. She exhaled hard and slid her hands beneath his flannel, hugging tight.

“Fuck, you’re so warm.”

Dean rested his chin on the top of her head. “No, you’re just icy.” He could hear her teeth clinking together and he rubbed his hands vigorously down her back and upper arms. “Figure we can share some body heat before it’s all gone.”

She didn’t respond.

Y/N closed her eyes and let him take care of her, resisting the urge to make a nasty comment or start their fight up again. There was never a reason for their continuous bickering except for the obvious, unrequited love story brimming beneath the surface of their friendship. And it wasn’t as if they didn’t know of each other’s feelings, it was just that life was too hard already, and adding a romantic relationship into the mix felt like more work than it was worth.

So they fought.

A lot.

He felt good wrapped around her, somewhat warm and mostly soft. She ran her fingers up his back and the muscles flexed, shoving too many ideas into her head.

“Thank you,” she purred, curling deeper into him.

Dean sucked on his bottom lip and closed his eyes as he breathed her in. She smelled like apples. Not like the artificial apple flavoring that for some reason was always neon green; no, she smelled like fresh apples on a tree. Like he was walking through a sunlit orchard with her, hands clasped, smiles bright and-

“Uh-” Dean shook himself and cleared his throat. “Yeah. No problem. Could be a while before Sammy tracks us down so-”

“Yeah. But he will. I know he will.”

His heart was beating fast, she could hear it if she pressed her ear to the center of him. It beat a little faster when her hand slid from his back to his hip, faster still when she lay it on his thigh.

“Dean?”

Too afraid that his voice would break, he hummed without moving his lips. “Hmm?”

She hooked her nails along the seam of his jeans and tugged slightly.

“I’ve read that skin-to-skin contact is the best for… sharing body heat…”

His heart pounded like a jackhammer.

Y/N grinned.

“There ya go getting all sciency on me again.”

She bit her lip and pulled back, looking up at him. “Science has been known to save lives, you know.” She shifted, twisting around so that she was up on her knees, eye level with him. “Just a thought… Maybe we should-”

Green eyes went wide. “Oh, hell yes.”

He reached for her face; giant right hand sliding against her cheek and pulling her in.

The kiss was awkward and uncertain. Y/N couldn’t stop a laugh from bubbling up inside and Dean couldn’t decide which was to tilt his head. They faltered and pulled away, looking anywhere but at each other.

Y/N coughed. “Well. That was-”

Dean frowned and shrugged. “I mean, as far as first kisses go, it was really-”

“Rather…”

“Shit.”

Y/N laughed and turned back to him, hiding her face in her hands. “It really was.”

Dean sat up straight and squared his shoulders. “We can do better.”

“You sound so sure.”

His smirk was too much to handle. “Practice makes perfect.”

It really did.

Their next kisses were the good kind of sloppy and they quickly found a rhythm, falling head first into each other. Shirts were cast aside, jeans were wriggled out of, and boots flew across the floor. Hands explored, tongues tasted, pleasures were matched. Their breath floated above them in foggy crystalline clouds and friction kept them alive.

When the door finally opened, they were lounging together by the back wall, tangled up, laughing and squirting whipped cream into each other’s mouths.

Sam burst in, gun raised, brow furrowed and sweaty. Panting, he took a quick look around before his eyes settled on the two captives.

“Hey! I- uh-” Lowering his gun, he straightened up, entire form on edge as he struggled to explain the scene to himself. “What’s going on?”

“Sammy!” Dean beamed from the floor, a bit of cream hanging from the corner of his lip. “What took ya so long?”

Visually offended, Sam averted his eyes. “Looking for you,” he said firmly. “Again, what is going on?”

Y/N laughed and licked the whipped topping from Dean’s mouth. “We got hungry. There was pastry…really good cannoli-like thing.” She looked at Dean. “It was a cannoli, right?” He nodded. “Yeah. And then I found this thing of whipped cream and…ya know… we’re eating it.”

Exasperated, Sam sighed and rubbed at his eyes. “Yeah. OK. But… Why are you naked?”

Dean chuckled and grinned up at his little brother. “Science.”

Y/N nodded and stuck the cream nozzle into her mouth. “Science!”

Done with his brother, his friend, the case, and anything else that God wanted to throw his way, Sam hung his head and turned away, heading back into the warmth of the dark restaurant kitchen. “Science.”

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[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 19: In the Garage

Word Count: 732/Rating: G/Pairing: None/CW: Principal Higgins is an ass, anxiety about being accepted, divergent from FoI/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Principal Higgins, Corroded Coffin

Divider credit to @silkholland

November 1984

“On my count.” Eddie slings his guitar over his shoulder and adjusts the strap. He turns to his other bandmates, all of whom nod in acknowledgment. “Two, three—”

“Mr. Munson!”

Eddie looks at the band room door when he hears Principal Higgins bellow out his name. A smirk slowly stretches across his face. “We were actually looking for four.”

Higgins sighs, trying his best to ignore the snarky remark. “Mr. Munson,” he repeats, “I’m going to have to ask you and your buddies to leave.”

“Ooh, no can do, Higgsy-Poo. We’ve got a big gig this weekend,” Eddie says, not making eye contact as he strums a few random chords. “Gotta practice, y’know?”

“That was an order, Mr. Munson; not a suggestion.” Principal Higgins points his forefinger at Eddie. “You have two minutes to pack up your stuff, or you’ve earned yourself another suspension.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes but concedes, flipping off his principal once the older man has his back turned. “Fuckin’ asshole,” he mutters, hoisting the guitar up and over his head and placing it back in its case.

“Now what?” Grant asks.

And isn’t that the million-dollar question.

Eddie’s place is obviously out; the trailer barely holds him and Wayne, let alone three other men and a drum set. Same goes for the tiny apartment Grant shares with his mom. Jeff’s grandma is still convinced that heavy metal is used to summon Satan. Which leaves…

“We can use the garage at my house.” Gareth speaks up from behind his drums. The freshman is the newest member of the band, and also the quietest. “I don’t think my parents will mind.”

Jeff raises his eyebrows. “Y’sure about that, freshie? Doesn’t your mom keep a rosary in her car?”

Gareth shakes his head, curls bouncing. “Nah, that was my grandma’s car. She was just borrowing it while hers was in the shop.”

“I dunno, man.” Grant gnaws on his lower lip. “Your parents look like Ward and June.”

Jeff snorts. “Does that make him Wally? Or the Beav?”

“Shut up!” Eddie launches his guitar pick at Jeff’s head. Grant was right–Gareth’s folks seemed a bit too straightlaced to tolerate Corroded Coffin’s music. But with Higgins now barring them from using the school’s practice room, they’re out of options.

“All right,” he says finally, rubbing his nose with his palm. “We’ll give it a shot. But if your parents call the cops, I’m lighting your hair on fire.”

Gareth nods. “Noted.”

The freshman’s words are insufficient for calming Eddie’s nerves. All he could picture as he drives up to the Emerson house is Gareth’s parents taking one look at his torn jeans and wild hair and dismissing him. Chastising him for being a “bad influence” on their son. Which, chances are, he is. But that’s besides the point. 

The garage door is open; Jeff and Grant are already inside warming up. Gareth waves at Eddie, and the man and woman next to him smile. 

“You must be Eddie,” the man says, sticking out a hand for him to shake. “Mark Emerson. Gareth’s dad. And this is my wife, Christine.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Eddie says warily. “You’re, uh, really okay with us playing here?”

Mark laughs. “You kidding? This is the first time I haven’t had to yell at Gare to clean out the garage.”

“Dad.” Gareth mumbles through gritted teeth, clearly embarrassed. 

“We like all kinds of music,” Christine Emerson says simply. “Metal, rock, country, jazz…” She trails off, cocking her head. “Your last name is ‘Munson,’ right?”

Here we go. A pit forms in Eddie’s stomach. The Munson name has bitten him in the ass once again. What’ll it be this time—his dad’s reputation, or his own?

“Y-Yeah.”

Gareth’s mom grins and turns towards her husband. “He must be Wayne’s nephew! The guy who helped me when I had a flat tire.” 

Relief floods Eddie’s chest. “Sounds like my uncle.”

“Seems like a good guy. Always looking out for people.” Mark smiles. “Gareth told us how you asked him to sit with you at lunch. Looks like the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”

“Dad!”

With a chuckle, Eddie takes his guitar out of its case. “Let’s see if you still like me after the neighbors complain about the noise.” He adjusts the microphone to his mouth. “All right, guys. On my count—two, three, four!”

[ravensmadreads]

Ok so hear me out…what if there was a gym au with all the boys…🤔

You meet Joel in the weights section. He helps you with your form and then helps you with your aches afterwards 🤭

Javi P is a cardio king, he’s gotta be able to run after all. You meet him at the treadmills but he has a better suggestion for some cardio you can do together 🫠

Dieter is in a dance or aerobics class. He’s good with a rhythm, and it always boosts his serotonin. He takes you out dancing afterwards and we know where that leads 😌

Ezra is doing yoga. He loves the stretch. He helps you perfect your downward facing dog form 😏

I can’t think of any other boys rn but…what if…what if I’ve been thinking too much about this…what if I opened a new doc…

GIDEON?!?!?!?!

*raven.exe has stopped working*

I'M DEAD???

Me @ this:

Okokok so hold on lemme catch up with your big beautiful brain!!

Joel is DEFINITELY weights. He's hovering behind you, acting as your spotter, and then he puts his gigantic warm hands all over you: "correcting your form darlin' ". he chats a mile a dozen about his girls as he distracts you while you wheeze your way through the last set! he blushes all the way to the tips of his ears trying to ask you out before he absolutely destroys your 🐈 in the car???

Omg YOU DID NOT JUST BRING SWEATY JAVI P INTO THIS IM CRYINGGGGGGGGG. I WILL DO CARDIO WITH HIM ANY DAY !! (Idk if i can keep up but i bet he can make me 😉😉) ok but he gets on the elliptical with that tight butt and he definitely catches you staring SHAMELESSLY.

Oooooh but you're so right about Dieter?? You know those Zumba or pole dancing classes??? YEP THAT'S WHERE DIETER IS. the man can move his hips!! He will absolutely one hundred percent give u a lap dance. Idec that im so far off your idea rn i just want his sweaty curls on top of me.

I haven't really dipped my toe in the Ezra fandom yet, but that blonde streak of hair is very distracting. And that voice 🥵🥵🥵 yes please bend me in a pretzel sir 🫠🫠🫠

What if you opened the google doc... what if i wrapped u in a blanket burrito and made out with you (with consent ofc)... what if i fed u snacks... what if i proposed marriage..

[starlightsearches]

Hard one here… Clyde or Kylo??

Love you, Honeybear

This is a tough one, but I'm in desperate need of that big, broad, sweet man as my personal body pillow. I also wrote this in honor of me finally finishing my fucking masters program.

AN: this is all fluff! mentions of clyde carrying the reader a short distance, and some language

Make me choose and I'll write a fic!

You’ve fallen asleep on your keyboard.

Clyde steps into the trailer, holding the edge of the screen door so it doesn’t slam. He’d hate to wake you, and that thing rattles like nothing else—especially when it’s late like this and the night is quiet outside.

It’s a good thing he’s so careful, too. ‘Cause you’re not in the bedroom, like he thought you’d be. Curled up instead on his well-worn couch, cradled by the sagging cushions and using your fancy little laptop as a pillow.

Again.

“Sweet pea,” Clyde huffs, dropping to one knee beside you, shaking you softly so you won’t startle, “what’re you doin?”

You wake with a little jump anyways, eyes wide—afraid, maybe—until you see him, shoulders falling as you curl into the warm weight of his palm at your neck.

“Hmm, homework.”

Your voice is raspy, heavy with disuse, like it usually is in the mornings when you’re pulling him closer underneath the covers and has him going runny in his middle. Clyde wonders how long you’ve been dozing off like this, although the little square indents on your cheek are some indication.

“It’s a little late for homework, bug,” he tells you, glancing over at the clock on the counter. The power’s spotty out this way, and so the numbers on its little digital face are blinking more often than not—no matter how hard Clyde tries to keep up with it—this time flashing 2:12 at a steady rythym.

You frown, rubbing the indents from the keys off your cheek, “gotta finish this.”

Clyde’s not sure what this is, but he’s got a good feeling that you’re overemphasizing the urgency, as you usually do with most of your work, panicking about deadlines and due dates and papers and projects. But it’s always worked out in your favor before, and you're closer than ever to the graduation date—the one circled in red on the calendar stuck to Clyde's fridge.

Some of the regulars at the bar tease him about it, wondering at him if it has Clyde bothered that you’re so accomplished—a word that sounds like an insult when it's coming from their mouths. Talking about how they’d never let the women in their lives waste their money on some fancy piece of paper—which is probably why they don’t have any women of their own.

Clyde doesn’t mind. Always liked the way the stress ebbs from you when he takes you in his arms, rubbing soothing patterns over you’re shoulders, hearing you talk through you’re problems using words he doesn’t know and the smile that stretches over your face when you’ve finally found the solution.

It’s one of his favorite things about you.

“You oughta go to bed,” he tells you, cupping your cheek in his big hand, tracing a little path over the apple with his thumb.

You groan, low, shifting deeper into the couch, “it’s too far.”

That's something Clyde's happy to help you with.

His hands slip easily under your shoulders, and the crook of your knees, shimmying you in nice and close to his chest so there's no pull on his prosthetic.

You make another grumpy sound against his chest.

"Clyde, 'm too heavy."

It doesn't feel that way to him when he stands straight, walking the short distance from the couch to the bedroom. Much better than helping Jimmy off his ass when he's had a few too many drinks, anyway. He wants to keep you this close all the time.

Clyde sets you down gently over the lumpy comforter, but you don't even give him the chance to stand back up, pulling him on to you by the collar of his shirt.

He lands on you with a little huff, rolling to the side so he won't hurt you with all his weight on you.

That just makes you climb on him, head on his chest, one of your legs sandwiched between his. Even with his boots still on, smelling like stale beer, Clyde's never slept better.

[roonyxx]

The Raven: Part 7

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 2162

(SPOILERS) Chapter warnings: language, tension, +18 smut, rough fucking, unprotected sex (be smarter than this!)

A/N:  sorry it's been a while since i updated! Life got a little busy but i'm back now, i hope you enjoy it :)

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“I will make it my life mission to count all your freckles and turn them into a star map.” She hums at me as her fingers trace so delicately over my cheeks.

“All my freckles? You will have a lot of work, sweetheart” I smile at her and push her hair behind her ear, kissing her temple.

“I know, especially the freckles on your butt, they’re my priority.”

I can’t help but laugh at how cute she is, “of course they are.”

I let my hands wander over her body, tracing the curves, from her shoulder blades to the dip of her back and the curve of her ass.

Licking my lips I watch her pupils dilate as I grab her cheek in my hand and give it a firm squeeze.

“Dean… Sam is waiting for us. We will be late.” She says but I can already hear the defeat in her voice.

Moving both hands to her hips I move her until she is laying on top of me. Nothing feels better than her skin on mine.

I start kissing her neck and she moans for me.

“Dean…”

I continue my path along her throat until I start to feel her hips move against me. My hard cock is trapped between our bodies, the lips of her pussy hugging my shaft as she drags her core up and down my length.

“You’re soaking me, baby.” I whisper against her ear.

“Of course I am, you’re perfect for me.” She sits up, pressing her hands against my chest as she keeps rubbing against me.

I move my hands to guide her hips. I need to be inside her but I let her set the pace. I love watching her do whatever she wants with me.

After one long drag she finally grabs my cock and lifts it up, sitting up on her knees she positions me at her entrance before slowly sinking down.

She is so perfect and tight and wet and warm. I swear I can come just like this, just at entering her.

But my baby deserves more.

“F-fuck, even after three years, you still stretch me out every time.” She moans as she lowers herself until her soft curls touch my lower belly. She leans forward to rub her clit against my pelvis.

“B-because you’re so freaking tight” I grunt loud when she keeps rubbing, I’m so deep inside her, “you gotta move or this will be over very soon.”

She chuckles and starts lifting herself up, “Already? What about your famous stamina, Winchester?”

“Seven orgasms yesterday wasn’t enough proof of my stamina? You need more baby?”

She chuckles but it turns to moans as she torturedly slow lowers herself again, she leans down to kiss my neck. I can’t help the moan that slips from my lips as her tongue finds that soft spot.

“I’m trying to let you lead, you’re making it hard, baby.” I pant.

“Maybe I want you to break my control, maybe I want you to break me.” She emphasizes her words by biting down on my earlobe.

And that’s all it takes for me to snap.

Grabbing her ass in my hands I lift it up just enough for me to be able to thrust into her from below. If she wants me to break her, I will.

I start pounding into her, so hard and so fast. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds on. The room fills with the sounds of her moaning, my grunting and skin slapping against skin.

I use her butt to push her up and down onto me.

“FUCK DEAN” she screams and I can’t do anything but smile, she loves it when I break her, her pussy is soaking me so much I can feel her arousal dripping down my balls.

“Are you gonna come for me baby?” I groan, “Are you gonna clench my cock like a good girl?”

“Y-yes, yesyesyesyesyesyes!” she chants.

I slap her ass hard as I go even deeper, touching her cervix with every thrust.

“I’m gonna fill you, do you want my cum, baby?”

“YES!” her walls clamp around me with the promise of my cum, as if they’re trying to milk me. I know she’s close all she needs now is my permission.

“Come for me, Y/n.” I moan into her ear.

And with that she falls apart. Her walls throb and clench around my cock, breaking my own grip as I come and fill her with so much cum it’s dripping out of her and onto my balls.

Her whole body trembles at her intense climax and she moans my name over and over until her walls flutter and relax around my cock.

I grab her face and kiss her sloppy, half moaning, half panting into her mouth.

“I love you so much” I tell her.

“I love you too, Dean.” She smiles.

A banging on the door makes us both jump.

“You’re going to be late to your own wedding! Get dressed you two, we leave in thirty minutes!” Sam screams from the other side of the door.

“We’re coming!” I scream back but the banging doesn’t stop, it only becomes louder.

“Dean!” I frown at her, her eyes filled with tears, looking terrified, screaming so loud I need to cover my ears.

“DEAN”

I wake up in a gasp, soaked in sweat, I rub my chest at the ache there.

I look around and see I’m in my room in the bunker, alone this time.

Rubbing my face I lift the covers and sigh as I have covered them, once again, in cum…

The dreams are only getting more intense now. Every night I learn more about her, about Y/n.

My wife…

The banging makes me jump.

“Get your ass out here, Winchester!”

The Raven, she’s been here ever since I told her about my first dream three weeks ago. Sam and I absolutely did not agree with her staying , but she said that I could cause a rip in the fabric of time and space and she’s the only one who can close it, so she ‘had’ to stay.

She’s grumpy as fuck in the morning and wakes me up every day to brief me on my dreams.

I have not told her about all the sex I have been having in them.

“Yeah yeah!” I yell back. I clean up, strip my sheets and get dressed.

When I open the door she is on the other side with her arms crossed.

“That’s the third time this week you’re changing your sheets, you got bladder issues?” she asks me.

“No.” I grunt, “No talking before coffee.”

I drop off my sheets and go to the kitchen where she is waiting for me with coffee. She hands me the mug and waits for me to finish it.

This has been our little morning ritual, I noticed that she’s much more tolerable if she eats before she speaks and if what she eats is chocolate.

So I hand her a piece and wait for her to finish.

“You must think I’m stupid.” She says.

“What?”

“Washing your sheets so often. You’re dreaming about fucking her, aren’t you?”

“That’s none of your fucking business.” I snap at her, because it’s not.

“You should have told me, it’s important. How is it? Are you already married? Or is it before. With or without condom?”

I scoff “Like hell I’m telling you. What does a condom have to do with timelines!”

“Everything” she answers, “You need to tell me everything.” She grabs her notebook and looks at me, waiting for me to begin describe my dream.

“No, I’m not telling you about sex with my wife.”

“Your fake, not real wife?” she chuckles, “Did you see her face?”

“I did but I forgot.”

She sighs, “Anything else you did see?”

Her tits, fuck she has incredible tits…

“Focus Dean, I can see you’re getting lost in it. You fucked, so I suppose you saw her body.”

“Yes I did.”

“And…? Come on Dean , trying to make things work.” She starts scribbling in her book.

“She’s gorgeous and perfect, perfect boobs, perfect ass and a perfect pussy! Is that what you want to hear?” I grunt.

She looks at me. Her eyes wide behind her sunglasses. I don’t know why she keeps wearing them, I know she has eyes.

“You care for her?” she asks.

“Of course I do, she is… was my wife.”

“She’s not real. She will not ever be real. Caring for her is a dumb choice, Dean. You have to push her away. You should have told me you were having sex, for how long?” she demands.

“What does it matter.”

“How long Dean!” she screams at me.

Never has she been like this, she was always cold, in different, barely caring about the dreams. But now…

“Are you… jealous?”

She scoffs loud, “What? No. I need to know.” She squirms in her seat and looks down at her notebook.

“You are… you’re avoiding eye contact. You’re jealous!”

She jumps up and grabs my chin in her hand, her long sharp nails digging into my cheeks, her face is inches from mine.

“I am not. I do not care for you.” She sneers.

I grin, “Then why are you trying so hard to help us? You’re easy, R.”

“Don’t” her grip tightens, “Call me that.”

I push my luck and push a little forward, I can feel her breath, she’s beautiful in a way.

“Or what?” I challenge her and I see her eyes snap towards my lips when I grin.

She suddenly pulls my face towards hers and kisses me, deep and all dominant. I grip her waist and tug her onto my lap as her other hand slides into my hair.

Her sharp nails slide from my chin to the side of my neck.

She’s intoxicating, her smell, her taste, I need her closer.

Tugging her flush against me she starts to roll her hips against my crotch and a moan escapes me.

She grunts and gets up, pushing her shorts down and bending over the table in front of me.

“Fuck me.” She pants.

I don’t need to be told twice.

I get up and push my pants down, taking my cock in my hand I look at her as I stand behind her.

I haven’t been able to fuck anyone because it felt like I was cheating on Y/n, but with her… it doesn’t feel wrong at all.

“If you wait any longer I’m leaving.” She grunt, looking over her shoulder at me, she reaches a hand between her legs and tugs me forward by my underwear. Slapping away my hand, she grabs my cock and puts it at her entrance, once my tip touches her heat I push in and moan.

“Fuuuck” She tilts her head back and moans, her walls are throbbing around my cock as she adjusts to my size.

She grabs the edges of the table and spread her legs more, “fuck me, Dean.”

I bottom out and grind against her, making her moan my name, I slap her ass hard and then I start thrusting, hard.

“Fuck yes, Dean!” her nails dig into the table and I grunt when I can feel her clench tight around me, spurring me on.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, feel so good wrapped around my cock.” I pant.

One of my hands gathers her hair in a ponytail and I wrap it around my hand, tugging her head up I make her sunglasses fall off. I tug more so she is arching her back and her ass sticks out more.

I pound into her so hard that the table starts moving across the room with every thrust, I’m sure I’m bruising her, marking her. It makes my cock twitch harder.

She’s moaning and pushing back on me. I can feel she’s getting close, her walls tightening more and more around me.

“B-Break me, Dean.” She moans right before she falls apart and takes me down with her.

I let her hair go to grab her hips with both hands as I come deep inside her, filling her up with so much cum it drips down her thighs. Her entire body convulses before me and her pussy grips me so tight, I fear I might lose my dick.

I lean over her back and moan loudly as I come a second time because of her clenching, I can’t help the name that escapes my lips because only one woman can make me feel like this.

“Y/N!”

She freezes and looks over her shoulder at me.

“What” she pants.

“I- I’m sorry-“ my sentence gets cut off by a blinding pain in my chest, it cuts my breath and my words, I fall back and the last thing I see are The Raven’s terrified eyes before everything goes black.

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 16- Spending White Day With BTS

Chapter Summary: Jennie underestimated Yoongi's words when he said she would get spoiled for White Day

Words: 3,000+

Genre: FLUFF!! Jen with all the members! 

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“Watch your step.”

“Don’t trip on anything.”

“Ahh, Munchkin’s going to freak!”

“Shh! Don’t wake her up!”

“Be quiet!”

“You sure this is enough?”

“It’s all over the room, it’s enough.”

“More than enough.”

“Shh!”

“I hope she likes it.”

“She will, don’t worry.”

“You think she’ll faint?”

“Haha, maybe.”

“Stop talking, you’ll wake her up.”

“Shh!”

Hushed whispers from the members were heard faintly from Jennie’s ears as she continued to sleep soundly. She couldn’t quite make out what they were saying and didn’t think much of it as she slept comfortably in her bed. She honestly thought she was dreaming. When morning came, Jen’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight from the window. Closing her eyes again as she groaned while stretching, she turned to her side. But suddenly pressed her body against something big.

Soft.

And fluffy.

Very fluffy.

It felt like fur, as she flickered her eyes open, only to see a huge white bear, next to her.

“HOLY!”

Shrieking in surprise, she rolled over and ended up falling out of her bed. Expecting a hard thump, she braced herself. But she ended up falling on top of dozens of teddy bears, all in different colors and sizes.

“What the heck?” She sat up, looking around her teddy bear infested bedroom. “What is going on!?” She frantically looked around.

What was this?

Why were there teddy bears all over her room?

Grabbing a tiny teddy bear that read on its shirt, ‘Happy White Day!’, a smile came across her lips.

It was so adorable. Letting out a soft laugh, she grabbed a few more teddy bears and looked at them. 

“This cannot be happening...I gotta take a picture of this.” She grabbed her phone off her nightstand.

She snapped a photo of the teddy bears in her room and tweeted on the shared BTS account, ‘WHAT.IS.GOING.ON!? This is too much cuteness! #WhiteDay’

Managing to walk around the teddy bears, she headed for the door. Before she opened it, she noticed a sticky note.

‘Good morning, Sweetheart! Ready to spend the day celebrating White Day with Bangtan Boys? Get dressed and ready for the day. Breakfast will be waiting~’ Signed Jin.

“Yoongi really wasn’t kidding.” She let out a chuckle.

Excitement filled her body as she eagerly got ready, putting on her dance practice clothes and hair in a high, messy bun, with some curls falling out. Walking out of her room, she was greeted by Jin, who was patiently waiting for her with a bright smile on his face.

“You’re awake!” He beamed and pulled her in for a warm hug.

“D-did you guys put all them teddy bears in my room?”

“Uh huh.” He giggled at her shocked expression and gestured for her to sit down with him.

“H-how many teddy bears are there?!”

“We each got you three teddy bears.”

“How did you manage to hide all the bears!?”

“That’s for us to know and you to never find out.” He teased and placed a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of her. “Here you are. I hope this tastes like home. Your sisters told me you love this.”

Jaw dropped, she snapped her head up to Jin. “B-blueberry pancakes!?”

“Hm, hm. Namjoon talked to your sisters.”

First, it was the teddy bears, now it’s her favorite breakfast that her mom would make for her back at home. She was so happy they took the time to do this.

“I can’t thank you guys enough for this. This is so special.” She murmured, shaking her head in awe.

Jin watched her every expression as she took a big bite. “So...?”

Setting the fork down, she exclaimed, “Why is this so good!?”

He sighed out of relief, feeling proud of his cooking skills as he dug into his plate of pancakes. “Ah, just thanking our sweetheart for those delicious cupcakes. Please, make more. I brought the ingredients.” He hinted as the big grin on his face wouldn’t go away.

“I will, soon. You keep smiling, are you planning something else?”

“I’m just very excited, that’s all. You have a big day ahead of you.”

“I do?”

“Uh huh.” He slid her a note.

Opening it quickly, it read,

‘Munchkin~ are you ready to dance!? Meet me in the practice room so we can practice one on one for Just One Day.’ Signed Hobi

After finishing breakfast, Jen made her way to the practice room, opening the door to reveal Hobi, stretching out his limbs, and getting himself ready.

“Good morning~” She happily greeted, setting her bag down on the floor.

Turning his head to the door, a bright squeal came from his lips as he rushed over to her, pulling her in for a tight embrace. “Munchkin's here~. Happy White Day!”

“Thank you! And thanks for the teddy bears. You guys really went all out.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from! You and I are going to have fun, today.”

“All right! What are we working on?”

“I want to clean up a little bit of our dance in Just One Day.”

“Fine by me!”

After stretching, they practice the Just One Day dance with chairs. Giving her pointers and making sure her movements were sharp and in sync with his, Hobi had a blast with her. After taking a 15 minute break once they danced 8 times, they decided to dance, again.

neowa naega hamkke hago itdamyeon, let’s go time

24 hours neowa danduri itdamyeon

Hobi made her stand up from her seat, grabbing her hand as he spun her around.

Achimbuteo ibmatchumhae

Feeling his familiar lips against her cheek for the dance, she cracked a smile as they continued to dance in sync. Suddenly, he decided to spin her around and dip her.

Letting out a laugh, she held on to him before he brought her back up. “Looks like our dance session is over. On to your next destination~.” He took out a note and handed it to her.

“Thanks, Hobi, I had a blast.” She said as he gave her a big hug.

‘Ennie~ are you hungry from dance practice? Let’s eat lunch together! Take a shower and get situated. I’ll be waiting for you!’ Signed Tae. 

He gave her a destination and time they would meet for lunch.

After showering and putting on casual clothes, she entered the restaurant to see Tae grinning and waving at her.

Giggling at his goofy grin, she sat in front of him and he grabbed her hands. “Happy White Day! I already ordered for you.” He giggled.

“Oh really? And what if I don’t like it?” She teased.

“You will, trust me! How was dance practice with Hobi?”

“So fun! We cleaned up our dance for Just One Day. I still can’t get over the teddy bears you guys put all over our room.”

“I wish I could’ve seen your face. Did you cry?”

“No, I was so baffled, I couldn’t even say anything for a while.”

“Hehehe. We’re going to watch more Dragon Ball Z, soon!”

“Are we now?”

“Uh huh! Jimin and Jungkook won’t take away my hang out time with you.”

“Tae, we see each other every single day, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“I-I know but you know what I mean.”

“I dunno, do I?”

“Jennie!” He whined.

“Okay! Okay!”

“Woo hoo!”

“Not so loud!”

“Woo hoo~” He repeated in a hushed tone. The two ended up laughing with each other as Jennie set her head down.

“Let me see your face~” He picked her head up and rested her chin on his palms, staring at her with a smile. “Smile~”

“I can’t, my face is hurting. You guys keep making me so happy. Happier than usual!”

“Okay, okay, let’s relax our faces.” He kept a straight face with her as they continued to stare at each other once he removed his hands from her face. 

Sipping on some water, she couldn’t help but notice him making funny faces at her. Swallowing the water in her mouth, she almost choked as she covered her mouth, letting out giggles.

“Stop~”

“What? I’m not doing anything.” Tae looked around innocently with a straight face.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she continued to watch him as their noodles arrived. Handing her chopsticks first, Tae dug in, watching her with a serious expression.

After taking a few bites, she looked back up at Tae, who had another goofy expression on his face. The two of them end up laughing once again.

After their lunch, he slipped her a note.

‘U, Me, hot chocolate? I’m waiting for you at the entrance.’ Signed Jimin

Saying her goodbyes to him, she left the restaurant to see Jimin waiting for her.

“Ennie~ come on! Let’s go!” He said excitedly.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” She giggled at his enthusiasm.

Sitting at a nearby cafe, they both ordered cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream and pastries to go with it. 

Sighing at the familiar taste, she took a few sips, enjoying the chocolaty goodness. “It’s been so long since I had this. This is so good!”

“I know right, I remember you telling us almost every day, last month.”

“I-I did? Sorry. I must have been so annoying.”

“Not at all, I thought it was cute.” He handed her a napkin. “You have whipped cream on your lips.”

“Ah, you’re such a gentleman.”

“Kissing it away wouldn’t be so gentleman like. Unless you want me to~.” He teased, nudging her on the arm with his trademark eye smile.

“Oh, cut it out!” She nudged him back, wiping the cream off her lips. She had gotten used to his harmless teasing these days.

“Hehehe, I’m just kidding. You’re easy to tease. You should get used to it. Ah, but Jin won’t be so happy about it.” He chuckled at the memory of Jin coming to save her from his teasing, during the Boy In Luv filming. “Seems like Jungkook claimed you as his best friend.” He pointed to the black ring on her finger.

“Yep! Happily taken!” She proudly announced. “Jungkook is the bestest best friend I could ask for.”

“Aw, I’m disappointed! Jungkookie always beats me to everything.” He playfully huffed. “It’s not too late to dump him so I can be your best friend instead.”

Pondering for a few seconds, she smiled. “Thanks but no thanks. I’m his.”

“Ah...it was worth a shot.”

“Drink your hot chocolate!” She scooped up some whipped cream on her index finger and placed it on his nose.

“Hey!” He placed some whipped cream on the side of her face.

After continuing to bicker back and forth, and enjoying each other's company, he slid her a note. 

‘Let’s take a walk together, talk about life. I’m waiting for you, outside.’ Signed Namjoon

Putting her hoodie on her head, she walked outside and was greeted by Namjoon who had his hoodie over his head, too. “Hey, Happy White Day. You mind taking a walk with me?”

“How could I ever turn down my leader?” She playfully punched him on the shoulder. Earning a deep chuckle in response, they both strolled through a park. “I gotta say, you guys are unbelievable, doing all this for me.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the day, so far. It’s not over yet. Hope you’re not tired.”

“I was wide awake ever since I fell out of bed and onto all the teddy bears.” She admitted. Namjoon started laughing, thinking about the sight of her falling out of bed. “Go ahead, laugh. Whose idea was this, anyway?”

“Yoongi’s. Then we all decided to talk about what we should do with you, today. It was Jungkook’s idea to give you all the teddy bears. I thought it would be a good idea to contact your sisters about what you like to eat.”

“Amazing...thank you.”

“Ah, don’t mention it. I want you to get real with me for a moment.”

“Shoot.”

“How are you? Here with BTS? In Korea?”

“I’ve adjusted well, thanks to you.” She answered immediately. She enjoyed working here, performing, meeting fans, and eating the food. It was great. “There’s still a lot I need to work on, when it comes to performing, though.”

“So does everyone else.”

“I know, I know, it’s just that...I just want to perform for people.”

“And you’re doing that.”

“But I want to get better at my performances. My stage presence is still weak and so are my vocal skills.”

Stopping, Namjoon turned to her, staring down at her with reassurance. “And we’ll work on that. And you will get better. It won’t happen overnight but we know what you need to work on. When we make our full album, we’ll work on it.”

“I know we will.”

“But Jennie, when you feel like you want to give up, I want you to ask yourself, why you started this in the first place.”

“I felt like I had a great chance, to perform here. I always wanted to.”

“And what do you think?”

“It’s going well but I still don’t think I’m well liked.” She let out a sigh.

“Still reading the hate comments, huh? I thought I told you to not read them and let it get to you.” He said with a stern tone, crossing his arms. He hated seeing her so bummed. He enjoyed it when she was glowing and happily doing her thing.

“It just kind of sucks, you know...” She grumbled.

“Ignore that bullshit. Don’t even waste your time.” He pushed the negative thoughts she had, away. 

Nodding, she muttered, “I will.”

“No.” Shaking his head, Namjoon’s expression changed into a serious one. “I want you to say it and mean it. Now what are you going to do?” He raised a brow.

“Ignore the bullshit.”

“And do what?”

“Not waste my time.”

“Say it again. What are you going to do?”

“Ignore the bullshit and not waste my time.”

“One more time, loud and proud!”

“I’m going to ignore the bullshit and not waste my time on the haters!”

“Atta girl.” He nodded in approval with a smile. “We’re all going to get hate, it’s inevitable, but don’t let that control you. Don’t let that fear and negativity take over. I want you to keep your head up high.” He lifted her chin with his hand. “As a leader, I want to let you know that I see that you’re working hard and improving. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of what BTS has accomplished so far.”

His words began to light a fire in her as she continued to listen to his words of wisdom.

“I want you to know that, I got you, Jennifer. I’m not giving up on you. None of us are. Things are going to be fine. Relax. Breathe and follow your heart. There are going to be people out there who won’t believe in you and will make things difficult for you. And when you feel like you made it through something, something else happens and you have to overcome that. Things aren’t going to be easy, but don’t be discouraged. Believe in the greatness that lies within you. In here.” He pointed to her heart. “Prove to everyone that you can do it.”

Words couldn’t describe how grateful she was to have someone like him in her life. He was always known to be so deep, but witnessing it right now, got her in higher spirits.

“Always. Thank you, Namjoon. I don’t know what I would do without you, to be honest. I’m grateful to you.”

“I’ll always be there for you. Keep smiling.” He pulled her in for a comforting embrace. Pulling away, they continue to walk together. “Oh, good news, your food is still in the fridge. I didn’t eat it...yet.”

“Oh, so just because it’s White Day, you won’t eat my food? I need to find a hiding spot so you won’t munch on my stuff.”

“You know that I’ll find it.” He joked.

“Blah, blah, blah...”

“Oh, here.” He took out a bag of chewy sugar cookies. “They uh, got a little mushed because I fell, but they still taste good.”

“Of course, the cookies are mushed, you always break everything.” She poked fun at him, taking the cookies. “But them being broken makes it special because I know it’s from you. Thank you,”

“H-hey I’m not that destructive. Anyway, you're welcome. One more thing, can I borrow your phone charger?”

“You broke yours, didn’t you?” She deadpanned.

“K-kind of?”

Letting out another laugh, she agreed and told him it was in her room. “Great, I’ll get it later. I’m off, the kid is probably getting impatient. He’s so eager to see you.” He chuckled and handed her a note.

Saying their goodbyes, Namjoon left the park while Jennie opened the note.

‘Got time for your best friend? Let’s game. I’m waiting for you at the park entrance.’ Signed Your Best Friend, Kookie.

Running to the entrance of the park with excitement, she saw Jungkook waiting for her with his hood over his head. Hearing someone running to him, he looked up and broke out into a huge grin, opening his arms for her.

“I’ve been waiting to see you, all day!” She collided against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, tightly. He let out a soft chuckle and held her close.

Pulling away, he complained about the members, “Really? I feel special. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you. It was so annoying. I wanted to see you first, but the hyungs told me that I would hog you all day and they wouldn’t get a chance to see you at all, today. I was upset that I would be one of the last ones to see you. But it was worth the wait.”

“It really was. So buddy, what’s on the agenda?”

“Milady, would you do me the honor of gaming with me?” He bowed dramatically.

Playing along, she mirrored his movements. “I would be honored.”

“Let’s go. An arcade isn’t too far from here. I won’t go easy on you just because it’s White Day. Prepare to be schooled!”

“You wish!”

Arriving at the arcade, they immediately head to the Dance Dance Revolution game. “Jungkook, let me show you how it’s done. This is my favorite game. Watch and learn.”

“I’ll watch. And then once you had your fun, I’ll beat your high score.” He responded in a competitive tone. No way in the world she was going to be able to beat him.

“We’ll see!”

As she danced, Jungkook analyzed her movements, thinking of strategies for beating her. Staying calm, he was confident in his skills and that he had no problem getting a higher score.

“Your turn.” She gestured after she was done.

“I can beat that.” He smirked, making his way to the game.

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can. Watch and learn.”

She watched and learned all right. Her smile turned upside down as she gaped at the score. “...Are you KIDDING me!?” She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. He laughed out loud at her outburst. “How!? That’s not possible!”

“You know what they say, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” He managed to escape her hits, aiming for his arm as he continued to laugh.

After bickering, the both of them went all around the place, furiously button mashing on various games, with mostly Jungkook winning everything. 

“Basketball. You, me, let’s go!” She grabbed onto his wrist and took him to the basketball courts.

As soon as the timer went off, the two began to shoot baskets quickly, trying to make it in the basket more often than one another. Jennie stayed focused, ignoring his goofy comments.

“Oh look! I got another basket! And another one! Score! In your face, Jennie! Wow, another basket!”

“Shut up!” She shouted as he laughed wholeheartedly, enjoying driving her crazy. As soon as the bell rang, she looked at the score and started jumping up and down. “WOO! I did it! That is what I’m talking about! In your face!”

Staring at the score in disbelief, Jungkook turned to watch her celebrating happily, dancing around. He couldn’t help but gaze at her with his bunny smile across his face. 

She was something else.

“You want to take a picture?” She caught him staring.

“S-sorry.” He looked down, feeling his face heat up.

“I’m just teasing. But seriously, let’s take some pictures together.”

After goofing around, taking goofy selfies on her phone, they gathered up their tickets and Jungkook picked out an Iron Man plush for her. 

“Treat it with love and care. Iron Man is my favorite.” He dramatically presented it to her.

“I’ll add it to the numerous teddy bears all over my room.” She let out a laugh and happily accepted it. “Thanks, Kookie.”

Looking at the time, Jungkook sighed. He really didn’t want to leave her, but it was Yoongi’s turn. Handing her a note, she read it.

‘Head back to the dorm, Smartie.’ Signed Yoongi. Short, sweet and simple.

Walking inside the dorm, Jennie was met by Yoongi sitting on the couch, wearing dressy casual clothing.

“Smartie. Happy White Day. Get prettier. We’re all taking you out to dinner. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room to escort you.” He said out of nowhere with a smile.

“D-dinner?”

“Yes, dinner.” He stood up and sighed when she pulled him in for a tight hug. “Don’t squeeze me to death!”

“My bad. I’ll get ready. This is great! I’ll get done quick!” She ran to her room.

After 30 minutes of getting ready, she wore a sweater dress and had her hair out of her messy bun and neatly down. Walking out, she announced that she was ready.

Turning around, Yoongi looked at her and shook his head. “Jennie, I said prettier, not beautiful-er.” He teased, earning a smile from her. “You look nice, Smartie.”

“Really? Thanks, Yoongi.”

After the short car ride, they see the rest of the guys sitting at a table, waiting for them. “Miss Bangtan has arrived,” Yoongi announced with her hand on his arm while the guys happily stood up and applauded.

Giggling at their energy and enthusiasm, Jennie was overwhelmed with happiness.

“Come on, sit! Let’s eat!” Jin eagerly gestured for her to sit down.

“I have a seat, right next to me,” Jungkook said, pointing to the empty seat.

“I feel like Jungkook is trying to hog Jennie. It’s my turn to be with her. Jennie, sit next to me.” Jimin pulled out a seat for her.

“Hyung!” Jungkook shouted, shooting him a look of annoyance as Jimin couldn’t help but giggle.

“Hey! Behave!” Yoongi scolded. “She’s sitting next to me, so be quiet.” He pulled out the seat for her and let her sit down. He then gently pushed the seat in for her and sat down next to her. 

“Before we eat, I just want to express my gratitude for all of you planning this special day for me. Today was really fun.” Jen smiled.

“Hey, I told you that you were going to get spoiled on White Day.” Yoongi nudged her.