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Worship.
ËĘChangbin x Gn!ReaderÉË
ËĘâĄÉË summary: Making love with and worshiping Seo Changbin. No real plot, just reader spoiling Binnie (like he deserves đŤ).
ËĘâĄÉË word count: 2.1k
ËĘâĄÉË warnings: want to say gender neutral but 1 very slight mention of pregnancy so fem!reader just incase, reader is referred to as âBunny,â a teeny bit angsty; mentions of binnie feeling nervous about his âabâ reveal, oral (m receiving), binnie cries like 1(½) times (im sorry), love making and slow sex (tho the sex itself is super short), creampie (try to pee after sex pls), tiny breeding mention
ËĘâĄÉË notes: I cant even lie i actually cried multiple times while writing this LMFAOO. đ Iâm sleep deprived and I get suuuper moody when I am so here we are. anyways.. this was largely inspired by the tummy part i wrote in this, but i got super sappy and was listening to mind numbing, slow love songs while I wrote this so i made it worshiping him in general (i'm not sorry. he deserves all of this and more)
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Your knees were so sore, the soft carpet under you was no longer doing its job in cushioning them from your spot on the floor. But, youâre not sure you would complain even if you were able to. The sight above you was one that you would happily fight every god and goddess for just the chance of seeing again. Changbin was leaned against your bedroom door, shirt bunched up tightly in his hand as he held it to his chest. His jaw is slacked and his eyebrows were knitted together harshly. Your jaw ached at this point, but you were here to prove a point.
You had overheard your boyfriend talking to his members about the recent âAb revealâ comment he made in a recent SKZCode episode. The members had told him many times that he didnât actually have to go through with it, that nobody would be mad at him if he decided to not do it. You took it upon yourself to talk to him about this, and when you realized that he was very shy about his tummy compared to his confidence about his biceps, you realized you had some work to do.
So, being the good lover that you are, you dropped to your knees and promised to prove to him just how sexy all of him was. And thatâs how you got here. Now, focusing back on your goal you simply sunk farther onto his dick, humming against his sensitive tip as it hit the back of your throat.
âH-Holy shit⌠Bunnyy-â
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and the hand in your hair tightened. His hand held you there for a few seconds until you gagged against him, then he finally pulled you off slightly. You could feel his legs start to shake under your palms as you returned to your previous pace, the pleasure was getting too much and you could easily tell how close he was when he whined so prettily. You hastily get back to work and use your hands on his thighs as leverage, bobbing your head forward and backwards with a strong desire to please him.
âFuck! God, youâre so good to me, Bunny. What did I do to deserve you.â Your eyebrows furrow in a glare up at him before you lightly graze your teeth against his length as punishment, not enough to actually hurt him badly but just enough to remind him what this was all about in the first place. âA-AH! S-Sorry!â
You felt his hips stutter and you take that as the only warning besides his pitching moans, so you pull off so only his tip rests against your tongue and suck. Your hands move to quickly pump the rest of his length, paying extra attention to the sensitive underside, as he rides out his high. The hand in your hair moves to hold a deafening grip on his hip, heâs trying his hardest to not let out a pornographic moan as his hips buck uncontrollably into your mouth. His eyes stayed on the scene in front of him for as long as they could before they slammed shut from how overwhelming it all was.
Once his hips cease their movements, and are instead replaced with little convulses from sensitivity, you pull away and leave a soft kiss to his tip. A shaky laugh is pulled from him in pure disbelief of the intensity of the orgasm you just gave him. He goes to pull you up but you smack his hand away, opting to stay on the floor and litter kisses along his thighs. They trail unbearably slowly; up his thighs to his pelvis before trailing up to his stomach. You stay there for a while, appreciating the area with soft pecks of adoration and nibbles just to tease a little.
It was uncomfortable to crouch at this angle, but you needed your point to be proven. You needed this man to understand just how sexy he was to you. Just how fucking insane he drove you by merely breathing the same air as you. You were obsessed with your Seo Changbin, and honestly who could blame you? He was the hottest man in the universe. Very silly but serious when needed, he treated you like royalty even in front of his friends and family, and he communicated his feelings like youâd never seen before. He was everything a woman could ask of a man, and you felt it was your only goal in life to make sure he knew it.
After getting lost in your thoughts, you return to your endeavor and rise up to his chest. It was still rising up and down from his frantic breaths, but you ignored the chance to tease him over it and instead placed soft kisses to his pecs. Youâre moving up again and linger at his neck, nibbling it softly and leaving hickies that you know would unfortunately fade by morning. When you finally reach his face, you hover mere millimeters away and take in his expression. Heâs an absolute mess.
His breath still hasnât returned to him, but this time it was prevented by the overwhelming tenderness being physically given to him. Something heâs never experienced on this level before. You almost feel guilty that you didnât show him sooner, but before you can think too much into it you pull yourself together. He lets out strangled noises as you place kisses on his cheeks, then forehead, and finally his nose. You can only assume the noises are from the lack of your lips on his, but when you pull away to do so you realize you were wrong. Youâre met with a heart-rending scene.
His pretty dark eyes are watery, and some tears have already fallen along the cheeks you just pressed your lips to. Your expression must show obvious surprise cause he frowns and more tears fall. His lips part as if he was going to speak up but you hush him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you finally place your lips to his. His hands plant themselves on your hips, he squeezes them a little roughly but you know it's to mentally ground himself so complaining doesnât even cross your mind.
You two stay like this for some time, lips locked in a slow and passionate make out session, hands holding each other as close as physically possible. You finally pull away after some minutes, resting your forehead against his as you both stare lovingly into each other's eyes. The tears finally stopped falling but his eyes are still very glossy.
Your soft voice finally breaks the silence, as much as you want to continue your efforts, his well being is a million times more important. âYou ok Binnie?â He takes a deep breath and chooses to nod instead of speaking up. You giggle and place kisses along his cheek again, giving him time to collect himself and finish catching his breath.
When he finally returns to his normal self he nuzzles himself into your neck and places his own kisses there. âDoing that to me during post nut clarity was so mean, Bunny. Iâm gonna get you back for that tomorrow.â You laugh and pull away, bombarding his lips with soft kisses as a silent apology.
When you pull away, he speedingly kicks his pants away and tugs desperately at your shirt, âWhy am I the only one naked, Bunny..â You smile and mumble an apology, tearing your clothes off before letting him lead you to the bed. You straddle him the second he lays down and his hands grab at the bottom of your ass cheeks, wanting to lift you so he can swap positions, but before he can do it you push his hands away. He gives you a confused pout as you push him down to lay on the bed, hovering yourself over his dick and leaning forward to press more kisses to his collarbone.
âMmm.. âalready told you I wanna spoil you tonight, Binnie. If you let me, I just wanna worship you for a bit..â He bites his lip and nods. âI promise if we do a round two Iâll let you take control. But, for now, let me spoil my God-like boyfriend to make up for all the other chances I missed.â He groans and throws his arms over his head, freeing his hold on you to let you take the reins.
He feels you smile into his skin and it manages to give him butterflies. He quickly gets lost in thought when you bury him in another pile of kisses. At this moment in time heâs finally realizing just how tightly heâs wrapped around your finger. The boys have teased him over it for months but he never fully saw it until now. He fears that if you would ask him to set the world on fire, he wouldnât hesitate. Itâs normally scary to love somebody that much. But as your kisses move between his neck, his pecs, his biceps, and his tummy⌠All he feels is pride. The man before you realizes in this very moment that he is in so much deeper than he thought he was.
Itâs when youâre finally sinking down on him that he distances from these thoughts surrounding his newfound awareness. He lets out a quiet moan at the feeling of you wrapped around him, and another at the sight of his beautiful Bunny sitting so prettily on his dick, biting their lip and looking down at him with such warmth in their eyes.
And you? Youâre met with the sight of your beautiful boyfriend, the man you would drop everything in the world to marry and run away with, if he so asked. The man who does everything in his power to make you happy. The man who would, and has, done everything physically possible to keep you safe from the dangers outside of your shared apartment. As you grind down on him, you start to slip into your own thoughts. But the shine of his eyes starting to water again has you immediately stop your movements in worry.
But when the moans from him were replaced with whines and a distressed pout, you couldnât dare to bring yourself to deny him of what he wants. Your hips start to lift and drop you onto him slowly. The two of you would normally be fucking like rabbits, but after everything that just happened thereâs a silent agreement to take it slower tonight.
His hands grip tightly to your hips, helping you in the up and down movements as you lean down to be chest to chest with him. Your eyes lock and stare into one anotherâs for a few seconds before you fold first, leaning further into him for a kiss. Your movements would have stopped completely if it wasnât for his hands doing the work now, grinding you against him slowly. The tears in his eyes finally go away just in time for him to watch you pull away, leaning back up to continue towards your goal. Then, just like earlier, you lose yourself in efforts to please him and love on him. Your hips slap against each other in a slow rhythm that still gets the job done.
When he feels you clenching harder and notices your hips moving more messily, he moves his hands to grab your wrists and starts to thrust his hips up to meet yours. The fingers on both of your hands interlace with both of his, and this is how the two of you finish. Eyes, hands, and bodies locked together. When you donât move to pull off him, he feels his chest swell with even more pride. However, this time caused by the split second idea of starting a family with you. The thought of settling down has crossed his mind before, but when youâre cumming like that above him after worshiping every inch of his skin you could get your hands on, the idea very quickly imprints itself into his brain.
You ride him for a little longer to make the highs last as long as possible, and when it's finally over, the two of you sit there in silence to catch your breaths. His hands grab your forearms to hold you in place as he sits up, then pulls you into another desperate but passionate kiss.
The two of you lay together; bodies tangled and lips locking together.
When he doesnât lean back in for another kiss, and instead just stares at you with a smile on his face, you can tell heâs lost in thought. But based on the smile, you leave it be and just smile back. On his side of things, he decided to poke at you tomorrow to ask where this all came from all of the sudden. In the meantime though, he just lies and enjoys your warmth, reveling in the new objective he has for his life. The once comforting silence is broken when he mindlessly speaks about this new goal in his mind.
âBunny?â
âYes baby?â
âIâm gonna marry you one day.â
Nobody perceive me. I'm in shambles.
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#oh what i would do to show this man how loved he is..#sianâs writing#changbin fluff#changbin smut#skz fluff#skz smut#changbin x reader#changbin x reader smut#skz x reader#stray kids smut#stray kids fluff#stray kids x reader smut
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7 BL Newbie Moments of 2023 That Altered My Brain Chemistry
So I went through all my posts since the beginning of this journey and as much as I love dumping my insanity here without context or any punctuation, I feel that a lot of my fav moments deserve a bit more love and structure.
But first I need to put a bit of context so you won't be like "who the hell do they think they are" (aside from delusional I'm nothing, I promise) and my anxious overexplainer-heart is silenced.
My first BL TV show was Only Friends and only 5 months later I'm already throat deep into it (sorry). My watchlist is so endless that I sometimes (no, regularly) genuinely fear for my sanity. I'm still learning all the names and production houses but does that stop me from starting 10 other shows? NOPE.
I'm not new to queer fan spaces (avid manga reader since the yaoi days, my first ship was taito from digimon) but I am most definitely new to the brainrot levels these shows gave me.
And believe it or not, even though my shipper heart is over a decade old, I'm new to Tumblr and the fuel this platform added to the fire could burn down entire continents.
ANYWAYS if you're still here â please enjoy Noz's 100% self-indulgent moments!
1. The End And The Beginning - Only Friends
All I did was mindlessly scroll through the tumblr trends, no idea about how this website works, still sour and sad about the loss of my twitter bubble thanks to the elopocalypseâlittle did I know that fate would lead me to the wonderful world of BL shows! It was like this moment in isekai-esque movies where you get sucked into a world and you go WOOAAH once you arrive.
There was this showâon YouTubeâ100% unapolagetic about sex, relationships and queerness. Five minutes into the first episode, someone asks if they can bring their boyfriend to a hookup. This was ALL of my wildest dreams come true! Oh boy, was I naive.
I feel like Only Friends had me speedrun the whole BL industry. Branded pairs, production houses, fanservice, obsessive fans & haters, audience reactions influencing the storyline, EVERYTHING happened during Only Friends and I was just like "what the hell is going on here?" It was like the perfect case study for literally everything. Honestly I still don't really understand what's going on.
Unfortunately, this also led to the awful ending I erased from my brain and don't want to get into, I'm just gonna say Boston I will never forgive the writers for what they did to you. I dropped that show like a hot potato, filtered all possible tags and moved on â or so I thought.
I feel like I'm trying to recreate that first excitement when I discovered OF. But 20 shows later, I'm still not there. Does this make me sound like an addict? Yes, and this is why Only Friends EP 1 is my No. 1 moment that altered my brain chemistry.
2. The Boeing Incident - Only Friends
I talked about it just yesterday and I need to do it again because Boeing was the beginning of a thing that thought I'd never be capable of: lusting after real person TV characters. I talked about it in length here and here so the only thing I'm gonna add just for good measure is that I'd do anything, anything for a BostonBeoingNOZ threesome. Holy shit I'm cringing just writing this down but I need to get my point across.
3. Still Looking For That Kiss - Love in The Air
I know this is a general experience at this point but the chemistry between the couples in Love In The Air opened a whole knew world for me. I thought I knew chemistry but when I saw them, I realized I knew NOTHING.
It may sound weird but I'm still looking for that perfect kiss that's hitting all the right neurons in my brain. I have a hunch that one of these two pairs will deliver them one day, but until then I NEED to watch a million kisses for research.
This post by @talistheintrovert explains perfectly what I think about kissing in shows. Ji Chang Wook is still the blueprint for me.
But do I have a favorite BL kiss so far? Yes, yes I do. It's this ShinPeach beauty.
4. Main Lead Syndrome - Kiseki: Dear To Me
I am a second lead, side couple enby before I am human but I will defend these two until the end of time. My TL is flooded with Chen Yi, Ai Di, Nat and Louis while these two are over here falling in love over strawberry cake, cat analogies, failed cooking and all sorts of memory loss. Zongyi opened a fucking bakery for his babygirl and Zerui pretended to be a pretty dumdum to protect the love of his life.
I don't care how much you all love the two dumb (affectionately) gangsters, these two deserve the world, end of story. Also Kai Hsu and Taro Lin are bff's irl now, Taro said that Kai helped him get out of a very bad mental tate and I take that very personally.
5. The Fanservice is Fanservicing - Kiseki: Dear To Me
Speaking of Taro and Kai, the fact that I even know that they're bff's is another brainaltering moment that needs recognition because months later it led me to this TikTok of two actors I don't know of a show I don't watch, staring at them for ages and really considering watching it just because of it.
That is the power of fanservice my friends and I can put on my clownmask now because I avidly screamed left and right that fanservice should be forbidden when I learned about it. I blame Kiseki for that. But my point still stands, I hate actors doing stuff they're uncomfortable with. I just hope they're all friends and have fun and get that coin.
6. The One Just For Me - Playboyy
I've been lurking around Playboyy from the moment I found out they have the same writer as OF. And boy did it deliver so far! I already wrote a bunch here about which role Playboyy plays for me, but it's also a wonderful case study for my producer heart â watching the acting, directing, lighting, sets, props and storyline interact is fascinating.
People say the less you notice the better the show, which is correct, but I love all the flaws of this piece of media. IMHO it's the last puzzlepiece of the amazing, important social commentary the show delivers. All of the topics the couples represent need to get their very own show.
7. The Holy Grail - The Sign
Speaking of the less you notice â this is the sign for The Sign (again, sorry). There's a reason this show is loved and praised so widely because the production is on a whole other level. Adding the beautiful story on top of that, we have the potential for a holy grail here and I'm so in for the ride.
I keep saying I've entered the world of BL in it's absolute golden era. Never in a million years did I think I'd watch 5 shows simultaneosly but I love every single one of them so much I keep a whole spreadsheet on how I can be on time for every premiere every week alongside my work schedule.
Honorable mentions
KinnPorsche: VegasPete were my first dark, angsty, morally questionable couple ever (I'm a sissy okay)
Last Twilight: When I watched Extraordinary Attorney Woo, I cried several times about the wonderful media representation of disability. It means so much to me and Last Twilight is on par with that.
Bake Me Please: Thank you for giving me this beautiful kiss
Manner of Death: Thank you MaxTul for making gay makeouts fashionable
Bad Buddy: The one time I was glad I persisted so I could watch them most adorable phone scene on the planet
I Feel You Linger In The Air: It was too painful for me to finish but I loved the show with my whole heart and it deserves all the awards it got.
Kimi ni Todokanai: Japanese shows just hit different. I'll never get over the kissing Taiyaki.
The Novelist Series: THIS is how you kiss the one you're horny for my friends. Take notes directors.
Semantic Error: My fav webtoon -> Got Viki for the Series -> Found the BL corner of Viki -> Drew my attention to Tumblr -> This post.
Thank you for being the butterfly of my butterfly effect.
And thank YOU if you read until here! To a even more wonderful queer year 2024! I'm so ready for this ride.
#only friends the series#only friends#kiseki: dear to me#love in the air#love in the air the series#playboyy#playboyy the series#the sign#the sign the series#thai bl#japanese bl
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Could you write a story or one shot about helicopter parent Quaritch after Paz died naturally? I admit that I am very interested in this đ
I'm so sorry this took me so long to post đ. Work was insane for me this week, not giving me a lot of writing time. I also went a little overboard with the length of this one shot but oh well đ
Hope you enjoy!
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âBro sick!â Loâak said as he sat down at the lunch table next to Spider and snatched up his friend's wrist. âYou got the new Apple Watch! Bro you're so lucky!âÂ
     Spider smirked as his friend played with the new tech. âYeah. My dad and my aunt and uncles took turns waiting in line to get it at release for me.â
   âSo lucky!â Loâak lamented, âmust be nice being an only child. Getting everything you want.â
    Spider bristled at this. He wasnât supposed to be an only child. And besides, âI didnât even want the thing. My dad wanted me to have it because they improved the sleep and health tracking.â
   Loâak gave him a questioning look. âWhy would that matter? Does your dad track that for you or something.â Loâak snickered at the ridiculousness of the idea but stopped as he watched his friend shrink inward. âDoes he?â
    âWell yeah.â Spider didnât understand why the admission made him feel so embarrassed. Loâak looked shocked, making Spider rush to defend himself. âItâs not that weird! Heâs my dad! He just wants to make sure Iâm doing okay.â
   Loâak scoffed, âthatâs a little much dude. Heâs like one step away from tracking your location.â Spider noticeably tensed. âHoly shit dude does your dad track you!â
    Spider answered by not answering, pointedly staring at his food, stabbing at it with his fork with a little too much force. A tray loudly cluttered on to the table startling the pair. âWhat are we talking about?â Kiri asked, taking a seat next to Spider. She was quietly followed by Neteyam who sat next to his brother.
    âSpiderâs dad is a stalker!â
    âMy dads not a stalker Loâak! Heâs just looking out for me.â
    âOohh I get it. You got to be careful with what you say.â With a mischievous smile Loâak grabbed Spider's wrist holding the watch up to his mouth. âHi Spiderâs dad! Are you enjoying the conversation? Itâs really weird that you track your sonâŚâ
    Spider ripped his hand away annoyed. The only one laughing was Loâak. Kiri and Neteyam looked concerned. âYour dad tracks you Spider?â Kiri said gently.
   He shrugged, âjust like health stuff. And my location.â
   Kiri and Neteyam shared a look, âthatâs really unhealthy.â Said Neteyam evenly.
   âHeâs just looking out for me.â Spider desperately wanted a change in conversation. His dad was just protective. It wasnât that big of dealâŚThe Sully siblings all shared a look that screamed concern. Spider felt his insides start to twist and rushed to defend himself. âGuys itâs not that big a deal! He justâŚworries. After how my mom diedâŚ.â
    Bringing up your dead mom was a sure fire way to end a conversation. Loâak and Neteyam averted their gaze, suddenly fascinated by their sad school lunches. Kiri patted his hand, giving him a sympathetic look before also turning to her lunch ending the conversation. Spider felt relieved. But as the day went on, doubt over his dadâs behavior started to creep in. Was it weird that his dad monitored him so heavily? It wasnât that strange for a parent to care about the well-being of their child. The Sully parents were more relaxed than his dad, that was all. His friends just had a different lifestyle than him. That didnât make Spiderâs upbringing weird. Right?
#miles spider socorro#spider socorro#miles quaritch#colonel miles quaritch#avatar fanfiction#my fanfic
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@spectre-requisitions-exchange is officially over for 2024! Not gonna lie, I'm a little sad. It was so much fun!!
BUT! Authors have been revealed, which means I can start hyping all the incredible people who took part this year! (And my own stories, but that will be a separate post.)
My gifts this year were PHENOMENAL. And I swear I am not just saying that to be nice. I got SPOILED ROTTEN this year. Like holy shit. đĽ°
First up is my official gift! Mimicry by @keriweird featuring Kaidan and MShep's Clone.
First of all, I almost lost my mind when I saw the length. 25k?? That someone would write that much for a gift blew me away. Impossibly generous. Then I started reading and GODDAMN. This is, legitimately, one of the best Mass Effect fanfics I have ever read. Easily in my top ten now. They took my prompt and ran with it in the most creative and mind bending ways.
The DETAILS in this story. Holy crap. Talk about world building. And the way they turn a phrase?? đĽ˛Beautiful. I cried. A few times. And also laughed out loud. There is some top notch humour in here. GO READ THIS STORY!
On top of the masterpiece that I got for a gift, I got a treat!! (Seriously. Spoiled.) And I nearly peed myself (sorry) when I saw which prompt they had picked!
We have: Mother****ing Dragons!! By @thedaselcor featuring FemShep and The Iron Bull!!!
I didn't think anyone would jump on board with my crack fic pairing but I really hoped they would. You KNOW Shep and Bull would hit it off!! Come on! And holy shit did they ever deliver!!
This has got to be the most FUN I have ever had reading a fic. I was literally BOUNCING while I read this!! Giggling like an idiot the whole time. It is everything I could have possibly hoped for when I dreamt this up, and then some.
You have to go check this out! You will not regret it. What an absolute blast!
Honestly. I am so beside myself with joy. The biggest thank you possible to both my authors. I utterly adore you both. â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
#specrecs2024#mass effect#fanfic exchange#rarepair#MShep Clone#Commander Shepard Clone#kaidan alenko#shenko#sort of#FemShep#commander shepard#the iron bull#dragon age#da:i#femshep/ironbull
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Part 1 of 2. Dean/Cas, set post-4x11. Inspired by the premise of an older Destiel fic (which I would link to but it's been taken off AO3; I feel like the references are fairly obvious, but who knows). CW consent issues.
The second time he wakes from now-in-technicolor nightmares of Hell to find Cas sitting on his bed, itâs 3 in the afternoon.
After Angels vs. Demons: Kaiju Battle, he and Sam had been slinging back jobs like it was a sweaty summer night, and itâd been working. Keeping him too tired to even dream. But then Sam had started bugging him again, asking if he wanted to talk about it. No. Telling him he should talk about it, that heâd feel better ifâstill no. The dreams came back, no matter how long he stayed awake. His head hit the pillow and every every was there in the dark: underneath fingernails, behind eyeballs, between each of his ribs, shuddering flesh beneath hands, skin trembling against his teeth. Even when the sun was shining down from on high.
âHello, Dean.â
âCas.â He sits up, rubs sleep from his eyes. Cas doesnât move a muscle.
Since the mess a few weeks ago, heâd wondered if Cas was gonna come back at all. 1-800-HEAVEN, the number you have dialed is no longer in service. But heâs glad to see him. Kind of wary. Thatâs just how it goes with Cas, the confusingly sort-of-attractive tax accountant who could kill him with a wave of his fingers. Still, he hadnât seemed to enjoy being on CSI: Angel Murder Squad. âI havenât seen Anna, if thatâs what you want to know.â
âWeâre searching for her, but other priorities are more important now.â
âGreat. You found another seal?â
âItâs being handled,â Cas says, and then abruptly changes the subject: âYou havenât been sleeping well.â
Does the Pope shit in the woods. âSince when does Heaven care about my sleep schedule?â
âSleep is important for humans,â Cas continues, âand we need you to be battle ready.â
His jaw clicks. âI am ready. You got a battle for me right now? No? Then a little afternoon nap wonât hurt anyone.â
âThatâs notââ Cas starts, then stops. He shifts, moving closer, until heâs right next to Dean on the bed. Anybody else, the way Cas doesnât stop staring at him, Dean would think it was a come on. Except the whole warrior for God thing. âHeaven told me⌠they wantâŚâ Heâs never seen Cas grapple for words this much. Angels are decisive, righteous, ruthless; Cas is hesitating. Finally, he ends with, âWe want you to be less troubled by your dreams.â
Nonchalance, a shrug and âWhat dreams?â But Cas doesnât roll his eyes like Sam, or sigh with impatience like Bobby. Cas just stares right through him with those cold blues. âIâm fine, okay?â
âYou arenât fine. You spent years in the depths of Hell, and any soul would beââ
âYeah, Iâm not talking about that.â Deanâs off the bed and crouched down next to his bag. Itâs half full with his crap: the jeans with the tibia-length tear down the side, his two gutting knives, Kingâs The Colorado Kid. He really should start packing. Sam might be back soon.
Casâs baritone rumbles from behind. âIt wasnât your fault.â That makes Dean grab one of his shirts and throw it in with too much force. Doesn't help. âMy squadron was tasking with reaching you, and if we had truly know what what you were facing, with Alastairââ
âGuess hindsightâs a bitch, huh?â
Some boxers, a towel. Probably the motelâs. Whatever. A flask of holy water, almost empty. Dadâs journal; his usual comfort read. Heâd been flipping through before his nap, checking again if there was anything more on the Apocalypse, wishing there was something, knowing there wasnât.
Casâs hand was firm, insistent, on his shoulder. âIâm sorry, Dean.â
Anna had said angels were frozen, obedient statues. No chocolate cake, no forgiveness, no sex. They could feel like pigs could fly or fish could tap dance. But Cas sounds so goddamn sincere, his heart is beating double-time.
âWhat, you want me to say thanks for trying?â Now heâs the one invading Casâs personal space. Cas doesnât blink. âMake you feel better about failing?â
âWe didnât fail. I rescued you. But IâŚâ That hesitation again. Then Cas moves even closer, until theyâre practically breathing each otherâs air. Dean can see the beginnings of crows feet around his eyes. Angels still got wrinkles, who wouldâve guessed. âI canât change what happened. But I can give you what you want.â
And then Cas kisses him.
Hands down the weirdest kiss of Deanâs life, and thatâs countingâCas doesnât know to move his lips, or what to do with his tongue, and when Dean draws back, Casâs eyes are open.
âWhat the hell,â Dean says.
Cas says: âWe should have sex.â
Cas grabs at him as Deanâs heads try to catch up to whatâs happening. It wasnât like he hadnât thought about it. Lots of people heâd want to fuck but never get to. Anna Nicole Smith. Belladonna. Mr. Petrov from his second school of junior year (Silverpark Wolves, letâs howl!), somehow both a history nerd and the hottest teacher he ever had. But imagining was just imagining. Half of it with Cas was the adrenaline, looking over a cliffâs edge and the warm pull in the pit of his stomach, that voice saying, jump, baby.
âBut angels canât have sex,â he says as they land together on the bed. It squeals in protest.
âCircumstances have changed,â like thatâs supposed to make sense, but Cas has stopped trying to lead. Theyâre awkwardly straddling, legs tangled up, with Cas hovering above him and a little lost look on his face. He keeps glancing down at Deanâs lips but doesnât move to kiss him again. Itâs like seeing human eyes in one of those museum marble statues; humanity where it shouldnât be.
Heâll only live twice. He might not know angels, but he does know this.
Dean puts his hand on Casâs cheek. Casâs eyes widen, but after a moment he softens into Deanâs touch. âYou sure?â Dean asks, waits for Casâs nod, then shifts up to kiss him again, gentle.
If Cas was breaking the rules here, it wasnât like Dean was going to smooch and tell. It'd been sliced apple sweet, getting back in the saddle with Anna, but he didn't think Cas wanted to jump straight to the Kentucky Derby. They'd go slow. Easy. He takes charge, and if there wasn't something nostalgic about a long breathy make-out session. Cas learns quick and Dean is 16 again, rewound half a century, taking Emily Smithâs first kiss at Owl Creek Point and the warm black blood under his fingernails disappearing as he runs his hands over soft tan skin, wet lip-gloss mouth giggling against his, and Cas is kissing him so earnestly, lips open now but still a little rough. Off comes Casâs old man raincoat, his suit jacket, and then Cas wants to take off his shirts, until theyâre both skin against skin. Dean trails his hand down Casâs chest, and Cas shudders beneath him. No flushed cheeks, no heavy breathing, but no mistaking the curve ball heâs starting to pitch. âDean,â Cas whispers. âIâŚâ Dean grinds down and Cas groans low. Theyâre hidden in the back row of a movie theater, heavy petting through explosions and car chases, and thereâs no such thing as werewolves or bone saws or the Apocalypse or Hell. When Cas moves his hips, mimicking Dean almost exactly, Dean gasps softly into his neck, and then hands grab his ass and twist and he's back against the bed. Cas fumbles with Deanâs belt until Dean helps, shimmying out of his jeans as Cas undoes his own, and itâs then that something falls out of the pocket.
A gold wedding band.
Cas picks it up and without looking drops it off the side of the bed.
Shit. Dean had forgotten. Hadnât even thought about the guy at all. Was he a newly wed? Did he have kids? Mustâve been one awkward conversation: Pardon me, maâam, but I need to tell you your husbandâs been touched by an angel.
âCas,â he says, but Cas doesnât hear him. âHey, Cas!â
âYes?â
âWe gotta stop.â
Cas tilts his head. âWhy?â
Dean gestures at Casâs body. âThe guy youâreâpossessing.â
âJimmy isnât aware of anything Iâve done,â Cas replies. âSo he wonât be aware of this.â
âUh, but I will. You will. What, you think he'd be down for an angelic three-way?"
âWhy does it matter?â
Through the haze, alarms start going off. âBecause Iâm not gonna make a guy catch when he doesnât even know heâs playing the game! Look, I donât like stopping just when we were getting to the good part, but I won't." Notâagain.
Cas is frowning. âBut you said yes. You want this.â
âAnd Iâm saying no now.â Dean goes to move up, push Cas off, and hits a godblessed brick wall. His second tryâs not any better, and makes Cas grab at his wrists. Pin them to the bed.
âDo we need to fight?â
âOh, if you donât get off me, weâre not just gonna fight, Iâm gonna kick your ass!â But his angerâs more a whisper than a shout. He just hasnât gotten his breath back yet.
âYou canât hurt me, Dean.â Thereâs no threat, no malice, no glee in Casâs voice; just the facts.
He struggles again but it doesnât do shit against Casâs inhuman weight, and his dickâs picked the perfect time to betray him, still flying half-mast. Frustration sets his eyes stinging. âYou better believe I can try.â
âI believe you would.â
Dean glares. For seconds that stretch decades he thinks Cas isnât gonna let him go, or try to kiss him again, orâthen the pressureâs gone, and Cas is halfway across the room.
âI⌠Iâve misunderstood,â Cas says. Heâs dressed again, all buttoned up in his shirt and suit and that laughable coat. As if nothing had even happened.
âYou think?â Dean rubs at his wrists.
âIâve upset you. I thoughtâŚâ
âYou thought wrong!â He swallows and his throatâs full of razors. Crappy dry air motels. âWhen you find another seal, you let me and Sam know, but if you ever touch me again, youâll regret it.â
Cas says nothing. Doesnât even look at him. Then heâs gone in a whoosh of air, and Deanâs all alone.
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LOUD SCREAMING HOLY SHIT AAAAAAAA
To try to dictate my thoughts first of all zombie plot hell yeah dude the puff ball and golf ball scene amazing
Pie fucking Pie cameo I love her dammit dictation isnât picking up my words correctly. Itâs making me so angry because Iâm already full of emotions from the episode. Hello the numbers are canon and one is here they were in the fucking moon
So nine skateboard and I havenât seen them skating since they lost their shades, so Iâm wondering if Four just stole it and kept it in the art room I like the conclusion of eraser in teardrops rivalry, ending similar to what Blocky and Woody had
I am loving the friendship that Junior and eight ball has, as well as David and Roboty
I love that Twoâs elimination area kind of resembles the Hey Two songâs art style. And donât get me started Gaty caring a lot about Two. In my previous post intentioned that for an ex, and Clarkâs little fishing trip is very gay and silly. It was a nice absurd joke break for the seriousness of the episode. I loved when rubber spatula recovered snowball just to bite him and fuck dude the spotty Wi-Fi in the steakhouse causing fuck sorry I just remembered that the flash back scene said April 2020 and one exploding out of the moon is present day so a lot of shit happened between that three years of shit to be specific. Oh my fucking God I screamed so loud that reveal itâs literally almost midnight. I have a sore throat there are people sleeping in the adjacent rooms and the baby in the house. I am the worst housemate ever fucking hell. I tell you what the episode genuinely tired me out from all of the emotions and Iâm ready to go to bed, but can we talk about Pen and Eraser Iâm so ready to put TV on my shipping chart. Sheâs already on there with robot flower as mechanical minds gods and robot flower teaming up with the zombies. Hilarious.
David and Roboty the sillies he cares so much. Also, I think itâs interesting That Bracelety understands him theyâre on the same wave length good for them good for them and fucking Match and Pencil. My girlies got split up but itâs okay because they can spend as much time together when they get out as they want. And judging by the timeline, theyâve probably escaped by now and are having their gay little lesbian dates and trying to smooth things over with Bubble with Rubyâs help and Flower too they were probably so confused about Flower being such a different person than she was when they were eliminated.
Yall, Iâm so fucking autistic about these gay ass inanimate fucking objects and I love it. I was literally biting my cushion while watching the episode. I stopped drawing I dropped my tablet. Itâs OK though nothing broke. It was not that big of a fall. Fuck guys I have a headache. And thatâs all the thoughts I have for now I didnât hear it probably because I was screaming, but One said something because they have a voice credit at the end of the Stinger.
ďżź After Iâve decided that Iâm done with this Iâm going to peruse the spoilers tag for yummy yummy content and try to be quiet ďżź
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op you are SO right about the freaking shizumafu event because i am rotating them they are just so,,!!! like even if its just a set up, mafuyu getting support outside from n25 is just a huge step!!! more people for more support for mafuyu and man she deserves it and im so glad you brought it up because im literally going to cry im sorry for bursting into your ask like this i just think you are so cool???
if you dont mind i do wonder what your favorite event is in prjsk and why!!!
so first don't apologise for coming to ramble about story with me, it's one of my fave activities XD as evinced by the rambling i threw out already. and YES this is a writer's hunch but i think shizuku and emu will likely be a big safety component as mafu-mom pokes more into mafuyu's 'friend' at school, which she hasn't. actually really had before, before this. so this is actually a highly critical event IMO, on that front.
and like. what parent wouldn't be somewhat reassured by their child having a friend as earnestly and openly caring as shizuku? even if she'll probably be a little critical of throwing away the 'stability' of being an agency idol for being independent (yes im writing a ficlet on this and am full of thoughts).
and god do i have to just pick one?? i'll give a selection lol.
kamikou festival because it was such a nice little sight into mizuki at school, and how an and rui are just, so important for them feeling connected, and how things have changed for them? an bothering to reach out to say 'hey no one's going to be staring at you so it should be all good to come' was just. so kind.
secret distance holds a special place in my heart for mizuan interactions in card, mizuena overall, and being my first proper psekai event, i started the game when it was first done in jp. the writing really is what reeled me in.
let me know your worries picnic shizuai/mizuena double date?? shizuai mizuena double date. also showing how ena just cares so much and mizuki does too. god.
summer festival i have a soft spot for cause we really get to see for all they are def the most nippy siblings, the shinonome sibs really get each other.
two moon rabbits. god, so, fun fact, sometimes to go to sleep i just put on this event to listen to while i drift off. seeing how shizuku has just always looked out for shiho and really does know her so well? just maximum consideration. i die.
Both anni events are just so good for the mingling and the show of how everyone's drawing closer? and gosh. the kanamafu piano duet.
Footprints. I don't think I need to double this post length, so let's just say I t500'd global and mizuki aching over just having even a little more time killed me.
the events with ena facing her art fully, and her growth with honaemu (paint what you like), and mafuyu (this wish will reach the dawn)? also have nudged me back into vis art. god i love the stories.
cherry blossom event hinting at an intergroup sekai has me chomping.
wishing you happiness: holy shit hinomoris can be so gender.
vivid old tale: combined w the marriage event, it's sweet to see how an admires mature ladies. and funny lol i HC mizuki def teases her
no seek no find: i have to shout out saki's VA for absolutely wrecking people with the sheer heartbroken frustration she conveyed, for when saki was just, at her lowest at not being able to do anything she really wanted.
tying the ribbon: mizuki is def one of my fave kids so seeing them have such a good relationship with their family, their sister, and how their sister convinced them to try music... man. i really hope she gets an l2d sometime.
wolf forest: hinomoris can be so gender. i also really enjoyed shiho marvelling at an's fitness, and the area talk with an just accepting shiho likes cute stuff.
beyond that day's dream: baby harukaaaaa!! also more context on why haruka wants so badly to talk to her idol in her fes card. delish.
lol basically i have a baseline appreciation for 99% of psekai's writing but these were some fave times
#also thanks for calling me cool fdsjklfjs i ramble about story a lot so it's nice to hear someone enjoys#anonymous#war replies#project sekai
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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Four. "It's Normal To Be Nervous." Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.
Oh my God, so I know! I know! 2K Follower Giveaway, but I have had this chapter planned for sooo long and itâs been months since this has gotten an update! The giveaway is gonna continue post haste right after this do not fret. But this, I needed to do this and this fic deserves the attention! So! For those who have been waiting, so sorry for the delay but may this 6K plus update where things finally start really heating up, make up for it! Seriously I am excited about this and the story is only gonna get hotter from here! I hope you all enjoy the update, feedback is heavily encouraged of course and the Masterlist with previous parts is there. Thank you for reading and seriously! Enjoy!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 6.2K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Poly! Chiffany. Warnings: Cute Date. General Nerves. Banter. Opinions On Deep Dish Pizza. Smoking. Kissing. Making Out. Masturbation. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Dirty Talk. Cunnlingus. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Creampie.
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He kisses differently than she does.
He tastes like she does but also he doesnât. Her lips are softer, fuller, smooth and a definite fruity tinge from the lipstick she wore, an undercurrent of something unmistakably her that was entirely too intoxicating.
As for where it was similar, where their flavours matched, alcohol and cigarettes.Â
He was rougher than she was. Not just from the light amount of stubble on his face but the way he returned the kiss that you initiated. His hands settle on your hips easily, tugging you just that little bit closer, it makes your grip on his tie loosen slightly.
He kisses you and you feel something stirring inside you in a similar fashion to when she kissed you. And yet, again, different.
But it's good. So good.Â
Your lips move and he takes that as the cue to take just a little more, kisses deeper, a touch harder. You get caught up in it, a harsh inhale through your nose and before you knew it he was the one pulling away and you are hearing Tiffany speaking, âI think she liked it.â
He laughs, âYeah you think?â
You were sure you looked a little dumbstruck, you arenât even bothered by the teasing, it feels very them. Instead of biting back with your own retort a smile breaks out on your face. A thought takes hold in the next moment as his hands leave you and you vocalise it, "What does this mean?"
"Hmm?" A questioning hum from him and a look between the pair before you continue. "I mean so you like me?"
"Duh." Chucky scoffed and the back of Tiffany's hand hit him gently on his shoulder and he tried to look a little more serious. "What I mean is, duh, respectfully."Â
You laughed and the duo before you smiled. "Okay so you like me and in case it wasn't obvious I like you. Both of you."Â
"Not to steal his answer and for fear of overusing it, but, duh." Teased Tiffany.Â
They like you? You need confirmation, make sure you are all on the same page before you potentially make an ass out of yourself. âOkay, not to sound wildly unconfident, but you like me? While you are both-â You inhale, your hands trembling, you attempt to stop them but it does nothing as you say the last word, â-together?âÂ
âYeah we like you a lot.â Tiffany confirmed and he gave a nod in agreement. âYeah weâve been talking about you for a while and considering this.â
Holy shit. âMhmm we just wanted to be sure that you liked us but when you and I kissed in the bathroom the other night we thought the way youâd been acting, flirting, engaging, that night in the diner. That yeah the chance you were really into us was good enough to take the risk.âÂ
âWait so he knows that we kissed?â You asked, a gesture between yourself and Tiffany and they both shared a knowing look before he said, âWell I had my eye on you, watched you serve after coming back and lemme tell you this, you are not subtle.â
âNo?â You asked and he gave a small shrug, hands in his coat pockets.Â
âIt was your smile that did it. I know that smile, Iâve had on that smile before.â He said with a sideways glance to Tiffany who was looking at him in a way that you wished you were on the receiving end of. But, honestly, seeing them look at each other like that was good.Â
âAnd no one comes out of the bathroom smiling like that unless theyâve been hooking up.âÂ
You laughed, head tipping back before taking a deep inhale, relief washes over you, he was right, you were not as subtle as you could have or should have been. âFuck, I was so, so worried that I was like helping her cheat on you or something but you knew the whole time?â
âI did, I did.â Chucky said with a grin and Tiffany said, âSorry for the scare but we wanted to be sure you were into this.
"So what should we do about this? Because I do want this, whatever it is justâŚ" You hesitate for a moment, she reaches out, her hand takes yours, "Go on."Â
You feel encouraged and you say, "I want this, so much, but I don't want it to necessarily just be a physical thing."Â
"Oh well good, because neither do we." Tiffany assures as he chimed in, "Yeah like we said, we actually like you. We don't want to just nail you and bail."
You felt unspeakable joy in the moment. This feels almost too good to be true, too perfect. In the time you've known them you never thought this would be an option you could have. Hell you just didn't think it was one period.Â
You asked, "So where do we go from here?"
"How about a date?â Chucky asked and Tiffany followed up, âAn actual one when you aren't working, when is your next day off?"Â
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. I mean, three people dating each other? How was this all going to work? You weren't sure but you really wanted to find out. What you'd been wishing for weeks was right in front of you and you just had to reach out and take it.
"Yes, I would love to. I'm off Tuesday." You said with a smile and a squeeze of Tiffany's hand still in yours.Â
"Tuesday, sounds perfect." She said softly and Chucky agreed, "Tuesday's great."Â
You reluctantly pulled your hand away from Tiffanyâs. You reached into your purse, pulled out and flipped open your notebook you kept in there along with a pen, you scrawled out your number before tearing out the paper and holding it out. "My number, call me tomorrow and we'll figure out details?"Â
"Can't wait.â He said as he took the paper, he looked it over once before folding it and putting it into his pocket. You wished you could hammer out what you would do right now but the train was approaching.Â
âThanks again for walking me here.â Â You told them genuinely.Â
âNo problem.â Came from him and she said, âTalk to you tomorrow.â The train stopped on the platform and the doors slid open and you stepped on with a wave to them both.Â
After you get off at your usual stop you walk back home. You donât feel the chill of the late night air, a smile refusing to leave your face. You went to bed that night and slept somehow, even better than the night previous. You were so excited to get that call, you could hardly wait, it was around lunch time the next day, well lunch for people who werenât on your insane schedule. Point is around twelve thirty you had been up for a while and your phone ended up ringing, you snatched it up on the second ring with a very overly enthusiastic, âHello?â
âOooh someoneâs chipper, hello.â It was Chucky, you sighed out with a smile you were sure he could hear through the phone, âHeyyy.â
âYou already said that, you alright space cadet?â Â He teased and you said, âYeah, doing great honestly. How are you?â
âDoing fine, a relaxed day so far.â He said and you asked, âTiffany with you?â
âShe stepped out, but we planned out the date. Do you trust us enough to show up at the cafe on fifth street at about seven pm Tuesday?â You more than trusted them for that. A public meeting like that was more than agreeable. You couldnât wait to see what they had planned and told him as such before assuring him, âIâll see you then.â
Goodbyes said again and you practically floated through the rest of the day, the next day however you were struck with sudden nerves. You always get nervous before a date, worried about what to wear, how it would go, if you would click and they would like you, if youâd have fun.
You really liked them and didnât wanna fuck this all up. Usually trying to please one person was nerve wracking enough but two of them? Especially when they were already so entangled with each other. Your mind went a little too wild wondering, hanging with them was so fun but you couldnât help but wonder how being on a date with them would differ from the hang outs youâd shared so far. You tried to calm yourself, you thought about the times you had spent so far, how easy it was, the fun you had, how well the conversation flowed. The thing that really helped was thinking back to that kiss you shared with Tiffany in the bathroom at your work, her cradling your face and telling you to not worry.Â
It helps.Â
You had no idea what you were going to do with them and by extension what to wear. They always looked so good, so put together, Tiffany in particular had such good style, she was fucking goregous and you wanted to step it up and impress her. At the same time you didnât want to overdress and look stupid. It was a hard balance to strike and you wondered if you could pull it off. You also didnât want to just wear the kind of thing that they saw you in at work.Â
Before you knew it the evening was upon you and you were getting ready to go out. You really wanted to show a different side and vibe than what they saw from you at your job, this was a first date so of course you wanted to look nice and again, try to match them a bit while still looking distinctly you. The attire that you settled on were, one of your nicest distressed pairs of jeans, a tank top tucked into said jeans, heeled boots that matched the belt, beg and nicer jacket that you picked out. You fussed over your jewellery, Tiff had such cool and unconventional pieces and you wanted to show off just a bit so you pulled some of your more unusual favourites that went with the fit youâd already picked out.Â
You took it easier on the make up, you took your time applying it but didnât go heavy handed with it and as you were finishing up with your lipstick you caught the time and realised you were behind schedule. âShit-â
You are normally so good at time management and are punctual to a fault. You could not be late to this first date or you would never forgive yourself. You say fuck it and honestly you did look great, getting there on time was more important than continually fucking with your hair, so your boots are thrown on along with your jacket, bag grabbed on the way and you are out the door.
Running on icy sidewalks in heeled boots is a bad idea but you were determined to be on time. You actually made it five minutes early, standing there, leaning against the front window of the cafe, trying to catch your breath and hoping not to look a mess when they showed up. You got your breathing under control just in time for them to walk up hand in hand, both finishing up a cigarette. He greeted you first, âHey there she is.â
âTold you sheâd be here, and looking lovely as ever.â Tiffany said with a smile, she complimented the necklace you chose and commented on the fit of your jeans, he echoed that and said you looked great. You felt good that they liked how you looked. To deflect off feeling flustered by their compliments you said, âYou sound surprised.âÂ
âIâm not, you always look great but he-â she said with an elbow nudging Chucky to which he rolled his eyes, â-was worried you might not have gone through with this.â
Your hand is thrown over your chest and you scoff in mock hurt, âYou really think I would stand you up? You think so highly of me.âÂ
âGod no! No I just-â He started and you cut him off, teasing as you say, âNo I see how it is, but you are lucky, I think I might just see it in my heart to forgive you.â
âYour generosity knows no bounds.â He sighed, a hand running through his hair before he was saying, nigh mockingly, âThank you.âÂ
You were already feeling better. This felt just as it had before, it was good, you felt giddy. âWell shall we?âÂ
âWe shall.â Tiffany said, her smile refusing to leave her face from watching your back and forth.Â
âWhat am I getting into with both of you?â He mused and you offered up, âHeaps of trouble hopefully.â
âMore like most definitely.â Tiffany assured. It was at this moment, you asked, âSo what is on the docket for tonight?â
âDonât you worry your pretty little head we planned it all, a movie, dinner, we got it all figured out.â He gestured you to follow as he led, turning you down a different street.Â
âWhere are we gonna eat?â You ask and he says, âDonât worry about that, we arenât eating till after the movie.âÂ
âReally? Movie first?â You must have sounded too sceptical, it had her saying, âOh yeah, you never done it that way? Itâs great! You arenât rushing through dinner to make the movie.â
âAnd when you go to eat you can talk about what you just watched.â He added on and you had to admit, it was a good call, would smooth over any tiny potential awkwardness and make conversation a total breeze.Â
âI gotta give it up, that is smart!â The duo seemingly preened under your praise, it led Chucky to say, âYou are too kind.âÂ
âJust giving credit where it's due. And since you have so clearly thought of everything, what movie are we seeing?â
At this point you had made it to and were in front of the theatre and with a sense of nearly perfect timing he pointed to the posted, âReturn of the Living Dead part two.âÂ
Oh no shit. You had actually wanted to see that but hadnât gotten the chance to get out to the theatre. You decide to tease further instead of showing your initial excitement, âAnd who says I wanna see this?â
You see their expressions falters for a moment, a shared quick glance before they started to say that you could pick something else and you canât hold back for long before laughing, âIâm fucking kidding, Jesus, yeah course I am so down!â
âYou gotta stop doing that.â He sighed and Tiffany let out a giggle, âI dunno I think itâs cute. Nice that someone is teasing you for a change sweet face.âÂ
âYou tease me plenty.â He fired back, it was said fondly however, she leaned against him, a press of her shoulder to his as she said with a certain amount of innuendo, âNot in public.âÂ
Your mind is occupied thinking about how she exactly teases him in private and you are soon at the front of the line and a ticket is passed to you. While imagining less than pure things they had bought your ticket for you.Â
You thank them as you all head inside and you insist on going to get the snacks since they bought the tickets. They seem reluctant but they let you do it.Â
As you wait in line, in the well lit lobby of the theatre you are able to really take in how they look, you actually felt you did pretty well with your outfit. She had chosen a dark purple dress, fuck did she look good in purple, longer black coat over it to help fight the winter chill and her own pair of heeled boots, the crept up her legs higher than yours did and were taller too, of course her makeup looked amazing as usual, hair half up. His outfit was simple but effective as ever, slacks, button up shirt, his trench coat and red scarf tucked under the lapels of it. They looked so good together and you wondered how you looked next to them.Â
They just seemed to fit and you canât help but wonder how you were going to fit in with what they already had built together. But you were getting ahead of yourself.Â
You got popcorn, two sodas to split and a box of candy, you came back to them arms full and he asked, âBought the whole place out, huh?â
âYeah, how much did this set you back?â Tiffany asked and you gave a shrug or as much of one as you could while holding this much, âEnough that I hope one of you is getting dinner after this.â You joked.
âI think we can do that.â Tiffany assured before you are filing in to get your seats. You werenât sure how this would work but they let you sit in the middle of them, insisting that you did even. You werenât going to say no and took your seat. When the lights dimmed and the previews were over, you feel her take your hand and less than twenty minutes in you feel his arm slipping around your shoulders and this right here? Being between them, both of them touching you in such a casually affectionate way?
Yeah you could get used to this. The movie was a good call for a lot of reasons but in the dark, with everyone distracted, you could touch them both without as much fear or question.Â
The few reassuring times Tiffany squeezed your hand, how Chucky would leave a little closer when he had some quip related to what was happening on screen, it felt right, shockingly natural. If not a little flustering at times being so close with the pair.Â
Less than two hours and one movie later you are leaving the theatre, snacks and drinks consumed and feeling pretty damn good.Â
âYou ready for dinner?â Chucky asked as you started down the sidewalk and you said, âYes, God, Iâm starving. That popcorn was not enough, what are you both thinking?â
âPizza?â Honestly, that sounded great, would hit the spot. You agree excitedly, âLead the way. I am sure you have a place in mind?âÂ
âNaturally.â He said with a smile and you asked, âDo you both always plan this much?â
âHardly, we can be really go with the flow but we wanted to impress you.â Tiffany said easily and he said, âYeah, give you the illusion we have our shit together.âÂ
They wanted to impress you? And here you were worried about doing the same. Maybe this is a lot more evenly matched than you initially thought.Â
You hadnât been to the pizza shop that they had chosen before but it was nice enough. Chill and laid back sort of vibe, not super fancy but surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night, a sure sign that the good was probably really good.Â
You ended up needing the bathroom and when you came back you found that they ordered for the table. You slid back into your seat as you said, âOoh the confidence between you two, ordering for me? Awfully presumptuous.âÂ
âTrust us alright, youâre gonna like it.â Tiffany promised and just like most things she said you trusted her.Â
You folded your hands in your lap and turned to look at him. âSo what did you think of the movie?âÂ
You caught him fishing in his jacket for something and his head snapped up looking to you before he said, âWelll-it wasss-âÂ
âIt wasss?â You asked prompting him further and he sighed, head falling back, a gesture of his hands at his sides, âFucking bad, right?â
âOh thank God, yeah that was nothing like the first one.â Tiffany sounded relieved that she wasnât the only one who didnât enjoy it as intended.Â
âAgreed! What was that?!â You said with a nod before tacking on, âThat being said! It was so fucking fun.â
âHell yeah, dumb, stupid fun.â He agreed further, his eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled like this, nose scrunching too, he looked too handsome when he was this happy. Â
You laughed, âTo be honest your running commentary made it a fuck ton more enjoyable.â Â
âSeriously, seeing movies with Chucky is the best, I always have way more fun when heâs around.â Â She said it with such warmth, you catch her hand sliding onto his thigh and a small squeeze which makes him grin. âToo sweet.â
âMore like too honest.â She said as the pizza came out and was placed in the middle of the table.Â
It looked fucking great but you noticed one thing in particular and asked playfully, âNo deep dish?â
Tiffany made an expression of exasperation, a roll of her eyes as she said, âOh God-â
He adjusted in his seat and leaned closer, elbows on the table, one hand pointing to you, almost seemed like he was gearing up as he said, âLet me tell you about deep dish pizza-â
âHere we go, you got him started.â She sighed, still sounding amused at least. âOkay, Chuck, tell me all about deep dish pizza.â
âThereâs a lot to love about Chicago, I mean it, glad we moved here yada yada yada but deep dish pizza?â He made a disgusted sound. âItâs a fuckinâ joke and not a very funny one.â
âWhat is so bad about deep dish pizza?â You asked and he elaborated further still, âItâs a mess! A total fucking mess, you gotta commit to eating the whole pie because once you cut into it and that artery clogging mass of cheese starts spilling, itâs over, youâre done! Thereâs no way to bring home one piece of it and reheat it for later.âÂ
Tiffany had an expression on her face that this had come up multiple times before and she was more than used to hearing him go on. âLike itâs terrible! And do not get me started on the cheese to sauce ratio-âÂ
âI wonât, I wonât! Iâm sorry I asked-â You laughed before finally picking up a piece of your own.Â
Dinner was good, you talked more in depth about the ridiculousness of the movie you saw and about other places you all liked to eat at in the area. âThere is this pizza place me and my co-workers like to go to when the club closes some nights, you should try it.âÂ
They showed definite interest and it led to you saying, âMaybe some night after the club Iâll take you myself.âÂ
âOh yes please!â Tiffany seemed very into the idea and you said, âAlright promise, we can do that.â
âWeâll hold you to that.â Chucky said and you hoped he would.Â
They paid for the pizza, you took care of the tip and once the bill was settled up it was late, getting near midnight as you left back outside into the chilled winter air. Being so late wasnât a deterient, you stayed up late all the time after all on your work schedule but the date would have to end eventually, as much as you didnât want it to.Â
âShould we start getting you back?â He asked as he pulled out his pack of smokes and offered one up to Tiffany and you grinned, âYou wanna walk me home? So chivalrous.â
âCourse we do, weâre having a great time.â Tiffany said before lighting up and passing the lighter to him so he could do the same and he added, âYeah plus late is when all the creeps come out.â He nudged you with a wave of his fingers and you laughed.
âYeah, yeah, a girls gotta be careful in the big city, but with you two I am sure Iâll be safe.âÂ
You missed the knowing look your two dates shared, if only you knew what you were really getting into.Â
The walk was nice, you took the long way home and had one of those talks that was about everything and nothing. The kind that allowed comfort to seep into your bones and shielded you from the cold, made it easy to forget the windchill as you made jokes, riffed off store names from shops you passed by and street signs and just conversed about whatever struck right in the moment. You felt so present, grounded. You donât know why you ever worried about this.
You think this is the most fun you have ever had on a date. You felt more comfortable than you ever had previously on your one on one dates with people. You felt like this made so much sense maybe this is what had been missing? Dating more than one person, at the same time. You had no idea why it clicked the way it did or what it said about you but those thoughts and worries were the last thing on your mind as you focused on the here and now with them.Â
But all good things have to end eventually and you were telling them, âWell this is me.âÂ
They both looked up to the decently sized apartment building you called home. âNot a bad part of town you live in.â
âYeah building seems real nice too.â He admitted and then there was a moment of quiet. It was late. No one was really around as you stood on the top of those three steps, in the little alcove before the front door of your building. It was warmer here, the wind kept out, a small modicum of privacy as the only way to see it was dead straight ahead, if you were in here you were hidden from the view of the street.Â
You werenât sure how this next part would work. You wanted to kiss them, obviously, both of them, but how does that go? Do you just kiss one and then the other? You had no clue especially when you werenât sure that they wanted to. You think that they did, there was tension and energy on this date, physical clonesses, a little innuendo but still, there were nerves as you hadnât navigated this with two people previously.Â
It had only been quiet for a few seconds as you began to overthink but he stepped up, stepped closer as he said, âI think I speak for both of us when I say we had a real good time tonight.âÂ
Tiffany stepped closer too with a hum, âSuch a good time. We really wanna do it again sometime, if you do of course.âÂ
You nodded enthusiastically, âYes, absolutely, I had so much fun.âÂ
Another beat of quiet as you leaned against the door, your hands felt a little sweaty, a nervous habit of playing with your fingers as you looked up between them and in a moment of boldness and honestly you admitted, âIâm not exactly sure how this next part should happenâŚâ
A quick look was shared between them, something that you didnât catch, something unspoken but clearly a decision was made, his gaze turned back to you as he said, âI think it goes something like this.âÂ
His hand came up, fingers ghosted along the line of your jaw before his thumb settled on your chin, he tilted your face up and he leaned in and you welcomed him as he kissed you.Â
It was even better than the first kiss, you felt significantly less nervous the moment his lips touched yours, that feeling was replaced with a sweet fluttering warmth that again, made you forget it was winter for the second time that night. You returned his affection, you kissed him back, leaning up closer into him and that set him off. He kissed you deeper and you hummed into it, feeling warmer still, feeling shockingly hungry for someone who had a third of a pizza less than an hour and a half ago. His hand moved, slid down your neck and you had to fight back the urge to shiver, his hand rested on your shoulder and then a new feeling shocked you, made you jump slightly.Â
The feeling of cool and buttery smooth leather touching your cheek, a firm yet gentle stroke of two fingers of a gloved hand making you turn your head, the kiss broken to see her, standing so close. âI think I know the next part.â
God she was so gorgeous, so fucking pretty and she wanted to kiss you too after just watching you kiss her longtime partner. The look in her eyes, she liked it, she really fucking liked seeing you with him and that got you hotter.Â
You breathe out, âRemind me how it goes?âÂ
She gives no verbal response, shifting nearer, Chucky stays close but gives the smallest amount of space and you canât wait. You lean forward and you kiss her. It isnât as soft as your first kiss, she isn't as gentle, there isnât a sense of trepidation, no undercurrent of worry that she might be scaring you off or making the wrong call. This was all confidence, self assuredness and heat. Your hands reach out for her, settle on her arms as you lean in closer, you need this, her, to be closer and kiss her deeper.Â
You hear him say quietly near awed, âFucking hell you two.âÂ
She smiled against your lips and pulled back, leaving you with slightly laboured breathing as she asked, âYou enjoying the view as much as I was sweet face?â
âSo much.â He whispered and you then got to see them lean in. You had seen them kiss before. Short pecks, casual, one cheeks and knuckles and foreheads, passing brief presses of their lips together but this? A whole other ballgame.Â
Their experience with one another was so obvious. The shared time, the care, the knowledge of what the other liked. It was so intimate and so fucking hot. He nipped at her bottom lip and she let out the sweetest and softest melodic little moan before she returned it, harder and it made him kiss her deeper, his tongue parting her lips and did you die? Getting to see this, so up close and personal, fucking hell you were already wet.Â
You donât even know you are until she responds. You were tugging on Tiffanyâs coat sleeve and her attention was back on you, she looked flushed and she asked, âAwe, feeling left out?â
You gave a small nod and he tskâs, âThat wonât do.âÂ
And the next part was overwhelming. You got passed between the pair, he was kissing you again, needier than before, she was clearly good at riling him up, his tongue brushed experimentally over your bottom lip and you let out a soft moan. Before you could fully settle into kissing him back she was tugging you back, her lips crashing into yours.Â
All consuming.
That is what you kept thinking as they took their turns with you and with each other and in a few short minutes you were breathless and yup you were sure your underwear was ruined. You were leaning against the glass of the window in an attempt to cool yourself down. You wanted more but didnât want to rush, stopping now before it got too out of hand was a good call. Making yourself pull away was hard as fuck but it was the right thing.
âThanks again for all this, for the great time, walking me home. Canât wait to see you again.â You sighed, looking at them, his arm around her shoulders. Outside of his hair being a little messy from Tiffany having her hands in it and her face being redder you couldnât tell that they just made out so intensely with you.Â
You were sure you didnât look so put together, were positive you looked like a mess.Â
âWe are gonna come by the club this weekend again, pay you a visit and maybe we can plan our next day then?â Tiffany asked hopefully and you nodded, âYes, for sure. Iâll see you then.â
You watched as they started down the steps, a last look and a wave as you called out, âGet home safe you two.â
âWill do. I promise.â She said and he called out, âGood night.âÂ
âNight!âÂ
You finally made your way into the building.Â
Tiffany and Chucky rushed home. They werenât actually that far from where you lived but you didnât need to know that little detail yet.Â
As soon as they were inside they were back on each other. Even more heat and intensity than they displayed with you outside your building. The small amount of self restraint they displayed in public was no longer needed since they were back in their apartment. Time was not wasted, shoes kicked off, coats dropped, barely pulling away from one another, more clothing stripped as they stumbled their way to the bedroom.Â
The door was pushed open as Tiffany was finishing unbuttoning his shirt, lipstick imprints left on his throat in her wake as she kissed down lower and he continued the conversation that began on the way home, the one that fanned the flames leading up to the pair coming home. âShe is so fucking hot.âÂ
Tiffany dropped to her knees, her manicured hands working on opening his belt, âGod right? She is so fucking fun.âÂ
His pants were open, he helped her shove his pants down and then he was in her hand, hot and hard, heavy in her palm. He inhaled sharply at the contact as her hand closed around him and she leaned in. Her other hand tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as her lips wrapped around the tip, she licked, tongue swirling around before she began to sink down and he moaned. âHer lips are so fucking sofffft-âÂ
He groaned, his head tipping back and she pulled off, wet kisses down the side of his shaft, âI canât wait to see her lips wrapped around you Chucky.âÂ
âI canât wait to see her on her kneesâ He breathed, his fingers tangled in her hair as she slipped him back inside, taking half of him in one skilled bob of her head. âHow do you think she sucks dick?âÂ
She moaned against his shaft, looking up to him, eyes pleading and he understood that look. It was unspoken as she began to play pretend, began to suck his dick how she thought that you might and it fueled him. She did it hot, needy, messy. Smearing her lipstick as she went, eventually her hand stroking as she sunk lower, tongue lathing over his-
At this point you were busy.Â
You had rushed up to your apartment in a similar way to them. Had made your way right to your bedroom, boots and bag left by the door before you were in your room. Your jeans hurriedly taken off, thrown aside, your thumbs hooked in the sides of your panties and you pulled them down with a sharp exhale. They had been practically plastered to you from how soaked you were, you had to actually peel them off, the cool air against you made you shiver with a moan. You were far too worked up from your make out session with them. You were desperate, in total need, your hand slipped between your thighs, fingers traced up your slit and when they passed over your clit you gasped.Â
Back with them the tables had turned. She was on the bed, he was on his knees, her legs spread and over his shoulders, her thong was gone, dress was half up her body, his hands cradling her hips as his mouth was on her. His tongue was circling over her clit just right, in that way that made her back arch and words hard to form.Â
She did manage to get out the question, âYou think sheâs eaten, ugh yesss, pussy before?â
He hummed in consideration and the vibrations of that against her clit made her let out a choked moan before he pulled up, âNot sure. Might have to show her the ropes.â One of his hands was between her legs, two fingers sliding with ease into her soaked cunt. She moans again, eyes squeezing shut. âOoh you like the thought of that? Being her first like that?â
âFuck yes! Honestly, God, either one is good-â She meant it, walls clenching around his fingers. The potential of you having had some nervous fumbling experience when you were much younger in the dark with someone else or her being the first woman you ever taste, both were so hot.Â
âRegardless, Iâm dying to see it.â He admitted with a grin, his fingers curling inside only a few times before she was begging, âFuck me already-âÂ
You couldnât remember the last time you were this turned on. Struggling to breathe as you touched yourself, two fingers rubbing tight and fast circles over your straining clit. You needed relief, needed to get off, your mind was occupied the whole time with them.Â
You thought about how good they were, them kissing you, how right it felt between them both, how hot it was. You kept thinking about how they kissed, you were insanely excited by the view, you wondered how they fucked, how they were alone. Would you get to see that? How would you slot between them? How would they touch you?Â
You were moaning louder, unapologetically, pleasure was rising, toes curling and thighs trembling as you masturbated over the thought of them and the potential of what could be.Â
If only you knew what they were doing, if only you could have seen them. Bodies tangled together, her legs around his hips, arms thrown around his neck as he was on top of her, burying inside her all the way to the hilt over and over. She was nearly there, panting encouragement in his ear, âGod, just like that, fuck-âÂ
âYou feel so fucking good Tiff.â He breathed back to her and she nipped at his lower lip before saying, âImagine how good sheâd feel like this-â
A louder groan from him as he thrust harder and she gasped, the sudden spike in pleasure dragging her right to the edge as she cried out, âDonât stop-â
In the dark of your own bedroom your body had never been more tense, one hand fisted in the sheets as you were right fucking there. You think of him inside of you, her holding you, whispering in your ear that you take it so well and you spill over and cum. A strangled mix of their names leaving your lips. The peak of it is incredible, you are left with your hands shaking as you laid back, the come down as you stare up at your ceiling takes a damn long time.Â
âWhen?â She asked, voice thick and barely recovered from her orgasm, âWhen can we have her like this Chucky, tell me, please?â He is so close, his hands on her waist as he drives into her, his own eyes close as he assures her, âSoon Tiff, so, fuck-ing soon, need her. We gotta have her, shit-âÂ
He holds deep as he spills into her with a low groan that she mirrors in almost overstimulation at feeling him fill her.Â
In your own bed, still half dressed from your date and dozing, your mind on them, still so blissfully unaware as they curl up together, naked and satisfied as they talk further about just how they might be able to get you in their bed sooner rather than later.Â
#slasher x reader#BHF writing#Poly!Chiffany X Reader#Charles Lee Ray X Reader#Tiffany Ray Valentine X Reader#ENJOYYY#FINALLY
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You all are NOT READY for these notes. I JUST finished watching the ENTIRE Cars on the Road series (before 9:00 at that) and my guys. There is SO MUCH to talk about. This is just what I was able to think up and react to during my binge here, I will probably come back with much more detailed look throughs at a later date. But here is my reactions, raw and unedited! SPOILERS WARNING Y'ALL (and I apologize now that I need to post this on mobile so I don't have my "keep scrolling" bar BUT I WILL EDIT IT ON PC AS SOON AS I POST THIS so you guys don't have to see the spoilers yet if you do not want to. Anyways!)
-"I love Mater, but that is a LOT of Mater
-That explains Mack then! So he's there but Maters just like "no we gotta do it the old fashioned way!"
-Lightnings instant love of dinosaurs is so incredible, this precious bean
-I fucking adore that Lightning watches National Geographic, that's fucking amazing
-If you look in the dinosaur building to the top left you can see CARS HAVE CANONICALLY EVOLVED FROM SUBMARINES!?!?
-Lights Out immediately feels like my favorite and it is SO clear that this is a take on Haunted Mansion AND I LOVE IT
-I also find it interesting that 99% of the fandom says that cars/planes have a sort of sleeping mat like a mattress at night, yet in the hotel there is a complete lack of all comfort style, even just carpet or a rug. It's just a headboard mounted to the wall. A *little* bit anticlimactic BUT I will let it slide because at least it was there and the headboard thing was cute.
-The fact that Mater is initially scared and then Lightning happens to be the one who is up all night is just perfect
-RACECAR SPELLED BACKWARDS IS RACECAR HAHA WE SCARED YOU HEHEHE (I love this so much)
-THE EIGHT POINT TURN OF DEATH! (I love how this motel just fucking forgets that cars need to be able to turn around, making this such an inconvenience on McQueens part)
-ANTIFREEZE OH MY GOD
-The animation of the dance/spin sequence was stellar, 10/10 please don't hurt yourselves animators!
-I feel so bad for and relate so much with Lightning leaving the hotel. I get horrible sleep at hotels, cannot actually sleep worth a wink.
-Randy, you poltergeist, be nice to the cars of today's century!
-Salt Fever just started and holy shit were they singing songs together!? That's incredible XD
-I am so in love with their casual banter, it's so cute to see and I'm so glad that McQueen is finally given the ability to RELAX and not be straining for some personal goal.
-The way that Lightning's eyes fucking bulge as this l o n g c a r comes past them is awesome. Like. Yeah. Yeah that's their full length. Take that as you will.
-OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD WOULD MARU COME DOWN TO VISIT THIS SPEED TRACK!? DOES HE KNOW THE MECHANICS, ARE THEY FRIENDS? REALATIVES? RIVALS? AHHH THE POSSIBILITIES ARE E N D L E S S
-oh my God. OH my GOD. they actually did a whole scene of Mater reaching a sort of afterlife (well more of a limbo) and we have a winged car. And his concern for breaking the news to Lightning! Ahhh!
-"Do yOu kNOw WhAt a sEYoNce is?"
-HOW DID- BUT HE- HIS- H O W ? HIS D O O R!?!? HE OPENED HIS OWN DOOR AND JUST WENT BACK INTO HIS HEAD!?!? H E L P!?!?
-Leave the whole field hanging man, I like it. Just book it and run!
-"Mostly avoided...MOSTLY."
-Wayne County family campground. Wayne, hmm. I need to use that...
-Again. I feel Lightning's road trip pains. I too have family members who drag random strangers from the campground to hang out with us, and am then usually very disappointed and/or antisocial.
-I'm sorry issat, is that- is that some relative of Miles Axlerod? Help? Is that- i-is-?
-"thanks I'll just be going" "I said we would go" "I'm sorry w h a t?"
-hahahaha Lightning just trying to get rid of Bigfoot like it's a cat, "go away! Shoo!" Yeah that'll work man
-Man that's gotta hurt though. Also how in the fuck did him crashing into a fallen tree not damage even his PAINT in the slightest??
-Ivy is already precious and I am claiming her.
-Lightning trying to weasel out of the scenario and then Mater shows up, and in his mind you know he's thinking "God damn it Mater"
-OH MY GOD YES THE LIIIIIIGHTS AHAHA LOOK AT THAT ANIMATION MMM MOTHERFUCKER THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUUUUL
-Lightning alien, light- Lightnalien?? Lightnalien McQuextraterrestrial???
-I agree Mater. Cooooold.
-THIS REMIX IS AWESOME AND I WANT THE WHOLE SOUNDTRACK
-Submarine wash. Yes. I accept your perilous mission.
-I can never skip the theme my guys. I cannot. It's not possible. I love it too much.
-Lightning absolutely had it RIGHT UP UNTIL the appearance of the circus. Oh my God I cannot wait to see the story behind this one.
-Car makeup interests me, ngl. How does it work exactly? Is it more temporary than getting a paint job? Exactly how OFTEN is it used instead of paint jobs for those who want a fresh look but not a permanent one, how is- okay okay you know what Apollo is going to be the one delving into that area because I need answers
-She said babe. I- I- I am just gonna- *ahem*...LESBIAN CARS H O L Y S H I T HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLY-
-Exposure therapy things. Oh my God. Does Lightning do therapy already? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod aaaaaa the headcanons, aaaaaa the open possibilities! Aaaaaaaa my brain! It's not even 8 AM!
-Aww Ivy found a new place to stay! That's really sweet. And it really fits as well. I like it.
-T r u c k s (seriously though this one hits home because my grandfather and a good friend of mine are truckers and I've been out there to see them before)
-HERE WE GO BOYS
-THE LYRICS MMMM
-HAHAHA I totally vibe with Lightning, "they never have my name!" (OH MY GOD WAIT DOES HE MEAN LIGHTNING OR MONTGOMERY OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD)
-Lightning humming the song in the end was so cute
-Not a *whole* lot of notes on this episode BUT I LOVED IT. The animation and the music was fucking amazing.
-Rustville!
-IN A MOVIE!?!? BABY YOU'RE IN THREE!
-S P I D E R C A R AAAAAAAAAAHHH
-Bella sounds really cool! And possibly pushy. But cool! (*I was right*)
-"that's technical, it comes out of a computer!...somehow" this. This feels like they're very faintly denting the fourth wall here. Help? H-help?
-Okay maybe the spotlight in a film isn't for you Lightning, and that's okay. XD
-I honestly love the dress up with the two, like Mater is kinda trying to cheer Lightning up. It's touching.
-The way that Mater describes Lightning as "being good at everything" actually really makes me wonder whether Lightning grew up a gifted kid and had those really high expectations pushed onto him. It's no wonder he's so wound up all the time when something doesn't work out for him the way he expected it to. This could be a really neat place to dive into on headcanons.
-I really like that Lightning apologized about being a jerk even though it was for a very small thing. You can tell he's grown a lot and is working on himself.
-Ivy is back! Dadgum how'd she catch up with them already? Also fucking love how the story script changed so instantaneously XD
-Maters president speech reminds me of Cars 2, in his tone I think?
-Oh my God they're arguing, ahh the best part about a road trip, am I right?
-"your breath smells like a carpet fire" damn that's a new one! *Writes down for later*
-"I got this" WELL SHIT Y'ALL GUESS WE'RE FUCKED
-For the record I know nothing about Mad Max so I am not picking up any of their references, BUT, I love the tribal theme and the breakneck wasteland aesthetics
-Shovelbeard. Need I say more!?
-I like how they are so okay with all of this because they're more just angry with one another, and then they're like "hey wait where's everyone else?"
-Oop guess we gotta join em then! TO WAR!!!
-Lightning made a very good call asking what they're fighting for. The guy answering gave him a REALLY bad answer of "I don't even know" and now we are totally fucked!
-Lightning made another right choice and HE APOLOGIZED FIRST. THIS IS GROUNDBREAKING.
-Oh good, everybody made up! Yes Lightning, buy them a whole stores worth of sippy coolers. Get the fandom some as well, we need them.
-HERE WE GO FOLKS, THE FINAL EPISODE!
-Aw poor Mater backfiring with anxiety. I know the feeling all too well, I'll get really fidgety
-HOLY M A N S I O N! :O
-HE GREW UP HERE!?!?!?!?!? W H A T !?!?!?!?
-CRUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!
-So Cruz's cousin is the guy marrying Mater's sister! How interesting! I love it!
W-wow that's his sister, she looks nothing like- OOOOHHHH THEY ARE SIBLINGS ALRIGHT
-MATO! TO-MA-TO WITHOUT THE TO, OH MY GOD
-HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THATS WHY MATER HAS BEEN PUSHING HIMSELF THIS ENTIRE TRIP TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING BECAUSE HE'S ALWAYS BEEN PUT LAST OH MY G O D
-1 2 3 ROCK! 1 2 3 ROCK! (*Okay but how does rock paper scissors even exist to them then*)
-"Did I MENTION I dabble in FAMILY THERAPY?" God bless you, Ramirez. God bless you.
-Oh my God though Cruz how many things do you do, you're about to fuck your own canon over. I HOPE ALL THESE THINGS STAY CONSISTENT, YA HEAR???
-oh my God Mater is gonna make me cry man
-may headset DIED, RIGHT AS I FINISHED IT WHAT THE FUCK
-oh my God Mateo and Mato stuck in the tire maze was hilarious
FINAL THOUGHTS!
-I will say that I AM a little disappointed that we did NOT see any reappearances from any characters outside of the Radiator Springs gang and Cruz. OR PLANES. But, I am very certain that both with their pushing and nudging and our screaming and waving of dollar bills, we will get a second season to give the team a chance to give us SOMETHING of these guys. My hope is that they finally actually go up north into Minnesota and see Dusty. Or, they stop at an air race! I would be totally cool with that! We would all be TOTALLY cool with that! Also for the sake of all of us: we NEED to have reappearances of the other characters from the other films. We need them. Desperately. We are being robbed of reunions with our old favorites
-Some old patterns they did in Cars 3 did kinda stick, such as the brushing over of Sally and Lightning's relationship, as well as the whole happenings of Cars 2, but it was less forcefully forgotten than Cars 3 was because at least here, they had the road trip chaos happening to kind of match for Cars 2's spontaneous spy plot. Truly though, could we get Finn and Holley back? Like PLEASE???
-Those negatives aside, I LOVED EVERY MOMENT OF IT. They took great care to flesh out both of their personalities and likes+dislikes, even some old traumas that we learned about for the very first time. It's so refreshing to see these two in the combination of settings just being buddies. Mater is helpful and understanding, McQueen is relaxing and trying to do the right thing, and both are trying to make sure they're each having a good time. The fact that Lightning apologizes for his mistakes multiple times is really really touching, and as someone who can strongly relate to Lightning's struggles, I can say that this is the kind of positive growth I needed to see in a television series. Even arrogant people can turn around and learn to be kinder and more open-minded about the world. It's possible and it's wonderful. Fucking thank you Pixar, this is the one character of your collection who hits closest to home and I am so glad to see he is growing and changing for the better, too.
-The ANIMATION is jaw-dropping. From the look and feel of the characters to the tiny details in the worldbuilding, as small as wrench bouquets on the hotel wallpaper. It was so interesting and so unique and welcomed. I need to comb through it again and see just all the car details that they added into the series. I also have absolutely no problem with them reusing background characters and making them with previously seen models, because the quality of animation and lighting and effects makes up for them a hundred MILLION percent. They really did not have to go above and beyond for the look of this series BUT THEY DID, and I give them my heartiest applause and kudos to every person who had a hand in this passion project. This team is goddamn phenomenal.
-I will absolutely be turning back to this series a LOT for inspiration and motivation. I'm very tempted to draw and write more Cars content since I am known to be much more Planes oriented, and I'm excited to see where that interest goes from here! I haven't got many headcanons for the Cars cast, so this is a clean slate for me! I'm really eager to see what I can do with it.
Alright, I'm going to go ahead and get ready for the rest of my day now, I have a dental appointment to be at. I will be back with more things very very soon! I hope you enjoyed this REALLY long ass post. Til the morrow!
#disney cars on the road#pixar cars on the road#disney pixar cars#pixar cars#lightning mcqueen#mater#tow mater#lightning and mater#thoughts#review
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Donât You Worry (Your Pretty Little Head)
Pairing: Guitarist!Bucky x Reader
Summary: You agree to spend twelve hours with Bucky whom you just met.
Word Count: 9.1k
Warnings: THE LENGTH lmfao, soft smut??? Nothing vulgar and itâs sorta implied
A/N: I am honestly nervous about posting this piece because idk, aside from it being fucking long, I was never satisfied with how this was written lmfao. I literally rewrote this like idk 5 times??? And the fact that I made a mood board for a oneshot lmfao only means I poured my heart out into this shit and Iâm really hoping yâall would enjoy this as much as my other works đĽş
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Your idea of a fun Friday night involved your couch and Netflix playing in the background as you scrolled through your phone with a glass of wine in hand. This was your definition of pure bliss, something that Wanda violently opposed to.
So here you were, seated in the front of a music bar while Wandaâs favorite band played.
âSee? This isnât so bad, right? Better than wallowing in your apartment alone.â She teased as she leaned over to you, needing to amp up the volume of her voice so you can hear her.
âThe fact that we canât even hear each other properly makes wallowing alone sound so much better.â You told her, not even bothering to repeat yourself when she didnât understand what you said over the loud music playing.
Her favorite band introduced their last song for the night and as they did, you checked your phone for the time. It was barely past ten in the evening and you were already dying to get home. Youâll bid goodbye after this, you promised yourself. Just one last song and youâre out. Before the band could even finish their last song, youâd already decided on what pizza to order and which wine to bring out.
That was until the next band came up on stage to prepare for their performance. You were leaning over Wanda already, about to tell her that you were heading home, when one particular guy caught your eye. Something that Wanda noticed when she saw you gawking at the stage.
âOh my god. Heâs definitely your type.â Wanda said when her eyes landed on the bassist.
He had dirty blonde hair and a clean-shaven face that looked a little too innocent for someone to be in a rock band. Your exact typeâ one with the boy next door appeal, someone youâd want to bring home to introduce to your parents. Wanda was so sure you were crushing on the bassist but as soon as he followed your line of sight, she almost choked on her own spit.
You werenât eyeing the bassist, instead, you were completely focused on the lead guitarist. You were so enamored by this guy that you failed to notice Wanda gushing over the fact that you were enamored by someone who was the complete opposite of your type.
It was the lead guitarist who caught your attention. The one with long hair tied into a low, messy man bun, his stray locks framing his perfectly chiseled face. It wasnât only the hair that made you look at him, it was also his left armâ it was covered entirely with tattoos. And then he started playing the guitar and good god, his fingers were something else.
It was rare for you to have certain thoughts, the kind that would make you sweat in church. And thank fuck for Wanda finally snapping you out of your filthy trance because if she hadnât, you wouldâve seriously drowned in your not so pure thoughts.
âI canât believe youâre attracted to that guy. This makes me so excited, honestly.â Wanda squealed.
âHuh?â You played dumb of course. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Wanda snorted out loud, âI just witnessed you drool over the guitarist for a good five minutes. Stop denying.â She said.
You rolled your eyes, âMaybe I did. And so what? Itâs not like Iâm gonna act on it.â
âYou have to fuck him.â Wanda casually suggested, making you choke on your drink.
You werenât a prude but you didnât like the idea of hooking up with people, most especially strangers. You werenât going to lie though, it did cross your mind. Obviously, the way his fingers moved on his guitar really threw your brain down the gutter. Sure, you might have wondered what itâd be like to have those fingers on you but again, would you act on it? Hell no.
âItâs just one night. Live a little, come on. And you getting attracted to someone like him? Thatâs once in a blue moon, all the more you need to bring him home.â Wanda said.
âOne night stands donât really work well for me and you know that. The first time I tried that was also the last time because I ended up getting attached. And how did that end? Terrible. So no, thank you. Never again.â You told Wanda.
Fortunately, Wanda stopped bugging you about fucking the guitarist. It wasnât really a big deal, it was nothing but a moment of admiration. You were hell-bent on going home anyway, well, maybe after his band finishes their first song. Besides, he wouldnât notice you so why bother staying?
âOh my god, heâs looking at you!â Wanda almost screamed, slapping at your arm until you turned to the stage.
And holy fuck. He was really looking at you. Why though? You even looked behind you to make sure it was you he was staring at and when you turned back at him, he smirked and threw a wink at your way.
âYou know what, I think Iâm gonna head home.â You said, not knowing how to act.
Wanda pulled you back down when you stood up, âOh no, honey. No oneâs going home this early.â She said. âYou wouldnât want to disappoint him, would you?â She quickly added, tipping her head towards the stage.
When you looked up at the guitarist, he was still looking at you as he played. This time, he was actually pouting, as if pleading for you to stay. You quickly avoided his gaze and although it was dimly lit in the bar, you still bowed your head to hide the blush creeping up to your face.
You managed to survive the entire setlist of the band despite the flirty smiles and winks that the guitarist gave you. Wanda was ecstatic about it, it made you wonder if she was actually the one crushing on the guy. As soon as the last song was done, you excused yourself and hurried into the bathroom to compose yourself.
It was the first time that you experienced such attraction towards a guy like him. You always went with the good boys, so why were you so drawn to this guy who looked nothing but trouble? You were in denial, this was totally out of your comfort zone so you shook the thoughts away and promised yourself (again) that youâd head home this time. For real.
âThere you are.â
You gasped out loud when you stepped out of the bathroom, quickly colliding against a solid chest when you heard his voice. It was low yet gentle, soft-spoken but sinful.
âIâm sorry?â You sputtered out, bowing down your head to avoid the lead guitaristâs gaze.
âI thought you left already.â He said. âIâm Bucky, by the way.â He introduced, extending his left arm for a handshake.
Your eyes landed on his tattooed arm, despite the ink covering it all up you could actually see his veins.
âAnd Iâm going home.â You quickly shook Buckyâs hand, ignoring the electricity that ran through your veins and brushed past him, eyes scanning the bar for Wanda.
Bucky jogged ahead of you, blocking your way and chuckling to himself. âDonât I at least get a name?â He asked.
You were internally screaming, but you managed to mention your name just so he would leave you alone. Sure, he was hot and he was actually flirting with you. But your fear of the unknown outweighed your attraction. You werenât ready to step out of your comfort zone. Yet.
Bucky trailed behind you as you looked for Wanda, cursing to yourself when you couldnât spot her anywhere. You took out your phone and called her immediately.
âWanda? Where are you?â You hiss into the phone.
Bucky watched you with amusement and it was making you uncomfortable. He was just staring at you with a grin on his handsome face. And now, you just discovered that Wanda left you.
âWhat?! But why?! Youâre my ride home! Come back and pick me up!â You exclaim into the phone, unable to believe that Wanda just ditched you.
âYou canâtâ hello? Wanda? Hello?â You groaned in frustration when your friend ended the call.
âIâd love to offer you a ride home but itâs too early, so how âbout I just buy you a drink?â Bucky asked, flashing you a charming smile that made your knees weak.
Part of you wanted to give in and just say, fuck it, let Bucky do whatever he wants with you. The reasonable part of your brain though, highly opposed to this and pulled on the alarms. This guy probably just wants to get you into his bed and although it doesnât sound that bad, you worried more for what could happen afterwards. You werenât ready for a repeat of the past. You were too emotional, you had too many strings and they get attached way too quickly.
âNo, thank you.â You told Bucky and headed outside the bar, deciding to book an Uber instead.
Bucky was persevering though and followed you out, blocking your way into the sidewalk and snatching your phone away.
âHey, give me my phone back!â You exclaimed.
âThe night is young, câmon. Why are you so aloof anyway?â Bucky asked.
âBecause I donât know you?â You responded.
Bucky chuckled, âHave you ever heard about making friends? I mean, pretty much everyone you meet starts off as a stranger. And itâs not like Iâm a serial killer or anything. Iâm not gonna rob you but I most certainly wonât give you your phone back until I convince you to stay a while.â He said and god, he was too charming for your own good.
He made a good point about making friends. You couldnât even remember the last time you made a new one. Bucky could see the gears in your head working as you stared at him, cheeks flushed and lips parted in deep thought.
âSo, what do you say? Stay a while? Keep me company. Itâll be fun.â Bucky insisted.
âWhy me?â You blurted out.
It wasnât that you were insecure, but you were way too different from Bucky. You didnât seem like his type, but then again, he wasnât your type either. Until the moment you saw him on stage.
âWhy not?â Bucky responded as if he couldnât believe you just asked him that question.
âDo you ask that every time someone flirts with you? Besides, itâs not everyday that someone like you stared at me like that.â He teased.
Fuck, so he noticed you drooling over him. Quick! Think of a way out, you told yourself.
âSomeone like me? What did you mean by that?â You asked, sounding offended.
Buckyâs eyes widened and shook his head, âI didnât mean for it to sound like itâs a bad thing. I mean, you come in here wearing a chiffon blouse and a pencil skirt and expect me not to notice? Iâm actually flattered that a girl, no...a woman...was ogling me. Definitely piqued my interest.â He explained.
That was a compliment, right? The sirens in your head grew louder at the way Bucky was easily throwing you compliments. He must be used to flirting his way into womenâs panties, huh?Â
âI wasnât ogling you.â You defended even though you were, looking away from his eyes.
âSure, you werenât.â Bucky teased. âLoosen up, will ya? When was the last time you had fun anyway?â He asked.
âDepends on your definition of fun.â You retorted.
âYou know what I mean.â Bucky sighed.
âWell, my idea of fun doesnât involve a guitarist getting me into his bed for a one night stand.â You blurted out, mindlessly.
Bucky made a face and clutched his chest, âOuch. You went hard on that judgment, Iâm not gonna lie, that kinda stings.â
Okay, now you felt bad for jumping to conclusions. Bucky did look like he was hurt from your brash statement. Fuck, he probably thought you were one of those stereotypical bitches! It wasnât entirely your fault, right? You were just being careful. Were you? Or was it purely overthinking? Your brain was moving all too fast but Bucky quickly distracted you when he took your hand and placed your phone back onto your palm.
âYou know, I think I get it why you said that and I honestly canât blame you. A band dude flirts with you just like that, understandable why you thought that I wanted to get into your pants.â He explained much to your relief.
âIâm sorry, it was tasteless for me to judge you like that.â You quickly apologized, genuinely feeling like a terrible person.
Bucky smiled at you, âNah, you had every right. Iâm sorry if I was too forward but I do really want to spend some time to get to know you. So how about a little proposal?â
There was a glint in Buckyâs eyes that made your heart flutter and your brain go into overdrive. You knew it was a bad idea to give in to Bucky. Someone as charming as him might really be up to no good. Sure, you felt bad for judging him based on his looks. But something in your gut tells you that he was trouble.
âWhat proposal?â You asked curiously.
âSpend the next twelve hours with me.â Bucky suggested.
You frowned, âWhat?â
Bucky took your phone again, but only to check the time. âItâs a little past eleven now, I promise youâll be home before noon tomorrow. Come with me, let loose for once and letâs spend the entire night together. Twelve hours, thatâs it.â He said excitedly.
âAnd I donât mean have sex with me.â Bucky explained immediately.  âWeâll just hang out, itâs a wholesome proposal. But if you do want to have sex with me, Iâm not gonna turn that down. Iâm just saying, itâs not my motive but I wonât be saying no to it either.â He reassured.
You felt hot all of a sudden at how Bucky casually talked about having sex with you. It made you feel feverish and for someone who wasnât really a sexual person, it made you feel like you were about to commit a major sin just by listening to Bucky talk like that.
Bucky beamed at you cutely, waiting for your response and honestly, with how his doe eyes were looking at you like that, was it even possible to say no? Despite the continuous alarms in your head and your inner prude begging you to stay within the confines of your comfort zone, you decided to do something for a change.
So you said yes.
You were spending the next twelve hours with Bucky and you could only hope that you wouldnât regret it.
-
The night started off slow, thankfully, with Bucky ushering you back into the bar for a couple of drinks. You had to remind yourself to still be alert for any red flags that might show up sooner or later. You knew you were being a bit paranoid, but to hell, it would be better that way than to make mistakes tonight.
âWhere do you work?â Bucky asked before calling the waiter.
âI work at a bank.â You told him.
The waiter arrived and took your orders, a tall glass of mojito for you and a rum and coke for Bucky. He asked you a couple more things, where you graduated, your hobbies and what you often did during your weekends. All of which you had pretty boring responses to. Bucky listened though and he didnât seem bored too, what a relief.
âAre you really sure about spending twelve hours just like this?â You asked, taking another sip from your second glass of mojito.
Bucky snickered, âWe wonât be talking the entire night, did you really think Iâd ask for your twelve hours just to talk?â He asked.
âWhat are you planning then?â You asked nervously.
Bucky offered you an amused smile, âNothing illegal so stop worrying, pretty lady. I can see the gears in your head turning.â He said and leaned forward to smoothen out the crease in between your brows with his thumb.
âCome on, time to have fun.â He said and got up, offering you his hand.
You havenât even recovered from how gentle Bucky was when he touched your forehead. And now here he was, standing over you with his tattooed arm extended, waiting for you to take his hand.
âI donât bite.â He stated.
Letting out a sigh, you finished up your drink and stood up, slipping your hand into Buckyâs. He smiled at you, lifting your hand up to his face and pressing a kiss on it before winking.
âSee? I told you, I donât bite.â
You cleared your throat and pursed your lips, biting back a smile as Bucky tugged you as he walked out of the bar, keeping your hand in his the entire time. Maybe he wasnât so bad after all?
âHere.â Bucky said, handing you over his helmet.
It was then that you realized that he was about to give you a ride. On his motorcycle. The sirens in your head went off once again, bringing you back to your usual tensed state.
âOh, no. Look, I know I said yes to your proposal but Iâm not going to ride on that.â You disagreed and took a step back.
Bucky looked disappointed but shrugged anyway, placing the helmet back on the bike. âFine. Iâll let you off this time, just because I donât want to make you uncomfortable. Come with me.â He said and took your hand in his again as the both of you went back inside the bar.
He brought you towards the booth where the rest of his band were staying at. They all looked at you with smirks on their faces when Bucky introduced you to them.
âThatâs Nat, our vocalist. Sam here is our drummer and Steve the bassist.â He said.
You gave them a polite smile and a quick wave. Bucky threw his keys over at Steve, who was supposed to be your type. Wanda thought so and you were just weirded out that you happen to be drawn towards Bucky instead.
âHey punk, switch your car for my bike? Just for tonight.â Bucky said.
Steve looked so done with his request but shook his head in defeat as he fished his keys out of his pocket. He pointed at Bucky threateningly, âDonât mess up my car, jerk. You know what I mean by that.â He said before throwing his own keys over at Bucky who caught it with ease.
âI wouldnât worry about that if I were you. Thanks, pal!â Bucky bid goodbyes and pulled you again before you could even say your own goodbyes to his bandmates.
Now, you were inside Steveâs car with Bucky and you were nervous as fuck. Although you did find it considerate of Bucky to borrow his friendâs car to make things comfortable for you. You were going to admit that, but it made your heart flutter. You mentally snorted at yourself because fuck, the bar is set pretty low alright.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours?â Bucky asked, noticing how you tensed up all of a sudden.
âDo we have rules?â You asked.
âThis night is all about letting loose and the first thing you thought of are rules?â Bucky laughed.
âIâm about to spend the next twelve hours with a complete stranger, of course Iâd be worried! What ifââ
âOkay, calm down!â Bucky said, turning in his seat to face you, placing his hands on your shoulders.
âIf itâll make you less tense then fine, Iâll come up with rules. Number one is to stop worrying.â Bucky said, rubbing your arms up and down and you were supposed to feel uncomfortable with the intimacy but you didnât.
There was no malice to it and it made you panic all the more because ugh, Bucky was making you all soft and vulnerable around him. You could hear Wanda inside your head, commanding you to just calm down and go with the flow. You took in a deep breath and composed yourself.
âYou gotta learn to trust people. I promise you, we wonât be getting in any trouble. Iâll take good care of you.â Bucky said, letting your arms go and tipping your chin so youâd look at him.
âRule two, no what ifs. Just focus on the present, okay? If you keep worrying about what could happen, youâll miss out on the now. Trust me, you wouldnât want that.â Something about the change in Buckyâs eyes when he said that made you curious.
He was on to something, like he really meant it. You wanted to ask him about it, hell, you should start asking him for more information. If he wanted to get to know you better then you should attempt to do the same to him too.
âLast rule is to just enjoy. Like I said, I wonât let anything bad happen to you. You trust me now?â Bucky asked with hopeful eyes.
The alarms in your head still kept going, but as you gazed back at Bucky, the softer they were becoming. You could feel yourself start to give in and you know what? It actually doesnât sound so bad anymore. Maybe this would help with your attachment issues? This will probably teach you how to have fun with no attachments. Take things for what they are and just enjoy.
âHey, will you trust me?â Bucky asked again.
âYeah, yeah I will.â
-
1:15AM
Bucky took you to a hole in the wall open mic bar. It was a small place and everyone there seemed to know each other. And when Bucky arrived, everyone just greeted him and welcomed you there.
âYou seem pretty popular here.â You told him as he led you to one of the seats near the makeshift stage.
âI spend a lot of time here.â He said and called over the guy by the bar.
âHey Happy! Wanna introduce you to a special friend.â He said. The man approached your table and greeted you with a smile.
âMust be really special, you never bring anyone here.â Happy said, making you blush uncontrollably.
Bucky bit his lip as he turned to you, âDo you sing?â He asked.
You quickly shook your head, âOh god, no. I donât have the talent.â You said.
Happy chuckled, âThat wouldnât be a problem, trust me.â He reassured.
Bucky lifted an eyebrow at you, âWanna go up there and sing with me?â
âBucky, no.â You laughed, shaking your head. âIâm not doing that.â
âCome on, no oneâs gonna judge you. Let loose, remember? And if anyone here laughs at you, Iâll be the first to punch them in the face.â He promised.
You thought for a while, keeping your eyes on Bucky. Fuck this. You called Happy and requested for a shot of tequila.
âThatâs my girl! Just needs a little bit of liquid courage, huh?â
You snorted, âOh thatâs not for me. Thatâs for you. Youâre gonna need it if youâll be hearing me sing.â
You never performed in front of a crowd, well, back in high school maybe for some school plays. But hell, you were never the center of attention and whenever you had to be, you always experienced a panic attack. But now being on stage with Bucky behind you, playing the guitar as you sang (screeched actually), youâd never felt more alive and relaxed. True enough, no one cared about how off tune you were. In fact, you got a lot of cheers from the crowd.
2:45AM
âYou hungry?â Bucky asked.
You couldnât believe it, youâve been singing on stage the entire time at the bar. Youâd like to believe that it was probably the alcohol running in your veins, but you werenât that drunk. Tipsy, maybe but definitely not drunk. It was fun, you were surprised at how much you enjoyed singing with Bucky and everybody else. You made a couple of new friends aside from Happy, talked to them and even exchanged numbers with a few. This was the most sociable youâve ever been.
âI could use some carbs right now.â You laughed, wiping off the sweat on your forehead.
Bucky reached out to fix your hair, moving away the sweaty strands sticking onto your cheeks and tucking them behind your ear. He flashed you that oh so charming smile again and good god, Bucky was truly something else.
âLetâs get you something to eat.â He said.
Bucky drove to a 24-hour food truck somewhere. It was close to 3am but you didnât feel exhausted, which was shocking given that youâve been dying to go home a few hours ago before meeting Bucky and agreeing to go on an escapade with him. You could already hear Wanda squealing over the phone once you tell her everything.
The both of you ordered some soft tacos and sat on one of the benches beside the food truck.
âEnjoying so far?â Bucky asked with interest.
You nodded enthusiastically, your mouth full of food as you devoured your tacos. âVery much.â You admitted.
Buckyâs eyes crinkled as he laughed along with you, obviously pleased that you were enjoying yourself. Not long ago, twelve hours seemed a bit too long. Now, they felt too short. You could feel your brain begin to overthink what would happen once the the twelve hours are over, but you quickly shook them away and followed Buckyâs advice to focus on the present.
The two of you continued to talk as you ate. You discovered that Bucky and his bandmates go way back and that theyâve been performing since their days at the university. You also found out that Buckyâs last relationship ended six years ago and that he hasnât dated anyone since then. You found out a lot of things about Bucky, most of which were far from your first impressions.
âWhyâd your friend leave you at the bar?â Bucky asked, taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.
You watched him with hazy eyes as he lighted the cigarette, puffing out a thin line of smoke with ease. You were always drawn to Buckyâs fingers and initially, it was because of the impure thoughts they made you think about. But more than that, they were the gentlest youâd ever seen.
âProbably to get me to have fun.â You responded, looking away timidly when Bucky noticed you staring at his hands.
âSheâs gonna be very proud of you after this.â He said.
You nodded and breathed out a chuckle, âOh, for sure.â You said before turning to Bucky. âCan I try?â You asked, motioning towards his cigarette.
âI havenât smoked. Ever.â You admitted.
Bucky grinned and passed you the cigarette. âGo on.â He urged and kept his eyes on you as you brought the cigarette up to your lips.
The way Bucky watched you was intimidating in the sense that it felt intimate. It wasnât like he was eye-fucking you or anything, his eyes were just too...expressive? They held a certain softness to them, a bit of sadness too when you look at it closely. They were the bluest, most beautiful color youâve seen and they were captivating.
You ended up in a coughing fit from that first drag. Bucky chuckled and took the cigarette from your hand, patting your back as you continued to cough.
âDefinitely not for me.â You frowned and took a sip from your iced tea.
âAt least you tried. Iâm proud of you.â Bucky said, the gentle pats on your back slowing down until his hand remained still.
âYou good?â He asked again, sliding his hand lower until he reached the small of your back, but not low enough to make you uncomfortable.
You nodded, âWhat else is up in your sleeve?â You asked with interest.
âWell, I really wanted to take you on a ride on my bike but I guess thatâs for next time.â Bucky confessed.
âNext time?â You asked and you tried not to be hopeful.
âYeah, next time. Weâll do that next time.â Bucky said and he sounded so sure that you began to worry.
Will there really be a next time? At this point, Bucky could read you like an open book because he chuckled and pressed his thumb against the crease on your forehead again.
âYouâre doing it again, whatever youâre worrying about just forget it for now.â He said, soothing out your crease before pinching your nose.
You scrunched your nose making Bucky lightly laugh. He checked the time on his phone and let out a sigh.
3:43AM
âCan I bring you back to my place?â
-
If you told Wanda that you ended up in Buckyâs place, she would freak out and ask for all the details. But no, you didnât come home with Bucky for that reason. As he promised, it wasnât his motive to get you into his bed and he seemed to be genuine about it.
Bucky lived in a small studio-type loft. It wasnât the penthouse kind with the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. It was simple and minimalistic, with just a few pieces of furniture. What Bucky owned were a couple of guitarsâ different kinds of them, and an electric keyboard.
âItâs not much and I donât even have a bed frame, I hope you wonât judge me for that.â Bucky said, scratching his neck as he led you inside.
âNo, not at all. Itâs very cozy in here, actually.â You said, looking around and taking in your surroundings.
Bucky had a lot of indoor plants, you definitely didnât think of him as a plant guy. As you let your eyes wander, something white zoomed past your vision. A cat.
Bucky also owned a cat.
âThis is Alpine.â Bucky said, picking up the feline and carrying it onto his shoulder.
As if Bucky and his plants didnât make him attractive enough, he really had to own a white cat. You could feel yourself internally screaming about how you havenât been seeing any red flags. If any, youâve been seeing green flags pop out every now and then that it was pretty alarming. Strangely, the sirens in your head died down as if theyâve given up on warning you.
Or maybe, there was really nothing to warn about Bucky.
The cat purred and nuzzled its nose into Buckyâs neck and you couldnât believe that you got jealous for a brief second. Oh, to be cat against Buckyâs chest.
âFeel free to look around, Iâll get you water.â He said, bringing Alpine with him into the kitchen.
You walked around his place and observed the surroundings. He was very organized, more than you actually. You could hear Bucky talk to Alpine and it was the most adorable thing youâd ever seen.
A couple of picture frames that sat on Buckyâs bedside table caught your eye. They were photos of him with his mom you assumed, and three more girls.
âThose are my mom and younger sisters.â Bucky said, appearing behind you with a glass of water.
You thanked him as you took the glass and sat down on his bed, âWhere are they?â You asked before drinking.
Alpine jumped into your lap and purred, making Bucky laugh with delight as he sat next to you. His parents were back in his hometown together with his sisters. Bucky told you everything about his family and how close he was to his sisters, how they were supportive of him when he decided to become a musician. Then Bucky went on to showcase his guitar collection, telling you the lovely stories behind each of them. You could see how passionate Bucky was for his craft and it was a wonderful thing to witness. You were envious how Bucky pursued his passion, how he took huge risks to get to where he was now.
âAnd this is my favorite one.â Bucky said, taking a black electric guitar with him as he went back to sit down next to you.
âFirst one I bought with my own money. Itâs old and doesnât sound as nice as my newer ones, but I love it.â He said and started plucking at the strings.
Alpine hopped off from your lap and went to sleep onto his tiny little bed beside Buckyâs couch. You focused on Buckyâs fingers as he played the guitar. It took you back to the moment you saw him onstage, how those fingers made you wonder about certain things. They moved gracefully against the cords, plucking with ease producing the most wonderful music. You really needed to snap out of your filthy thoughts.
Bucky played the guitar for you, singing some lyrics once in a while. You noticed his tattoos again and stared a bit longer, trying to decipher each design wrapped around his arm. Some were huge, some intricate more than the rest. They were all of different designs but molded together so perfectly.
You had to admit, you didnât find tattoos attractive before. But on Bucky, it looked like a masterpiece. He himself, was a piece of art with his chiseled jawline and steel blue eyes that made you feel at home.
âIâve been meaning to ask...â you softly trailed.
Bucky hummed in response, his attention focused on his guitar as he continued to play.
âYour tattoos, do they mean something?â You asked.
âI got them to cover up the scars from an accident.â Bucky looked up at you.
âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to pry.â You quickly apologized.
Bucky smiled reassuringly, âItâs fine. It was a turning point for me.â He said, setting his guitar aside.
âIt really puts things into perspective you know. I crashed my bike one night, I wasnât drunk, mind you.â He chuckled. âIt was pretty bad, my left arm suffered the most. I almost got decapitated but here I am. I got scars all over, really ugly scars so I had them covered up with a tattoo sleeve.â Bucky explained, extending his left arm and looking at it.
âFor a while, I wasnât able to play music. And I hated every second of it. Hated seeing the scars on my arm and how they reminded me of the accident. But you learn to live with it. At least I did, I learned to turn the negative into something positive.â
Now that he said that, you could actually see some of the scars beneath the ink. Bucky shrugged and continued with his story.
âThe doctors said I was lucky that I didnât die. Living my second life now, I realized that I gotta make the most out of it. Focus on the present and enjoy what comes your way. Take risks. Do what scares you.â He explained and now you understood.
You understood why Bucky appeared to be so laid-back and carefree, why he doesnât worry a lot about the future. He almost lost his life so now he was living it to the fullest. He was living in the present, enjoying every second of it.
âEvery time I see my tattoos, I get reminded of my second chance at life and how I shouldnât waste it.â He said.
Bucky saw the look in your face, how guilty you looked from judging him right away. He took your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tipping it up to make you look at him.
âSo when I noticed that bored pretty office girl in the audience checking me out, I didnât waste the opportunity to get to know her. See where it goes, who knows if Iâd still be alive tomorrow but at least I shoot my shot.â He said, making you chuckle.
Everything went still in that moment, your usually noisy mind included. Time seemed to have stopped as you gazed into Buckyâs eyes. Biting your lip, you gave in and totally let down your walls.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours?â Bucky asked, doing the same thing with his thumb, soothing the crease in between your brows.
This time, he didnât take his hand back and allowed it to rest against your cheek before sliding down to your jaw and neck. His thumb began to caress the spot beneath your ear, waiting for you to respond to his question.
What Bucky got was more than just a simple response.
âFuck it.â You whispered before pressing your lips onto Buckyâs.
All your life you played it safeâ from your college course to your choice of career. You werenât one to take risks either and whenever you needed to, they were always calculated. You did things carefully, making sure that youâd get the results you were expecting to save you from disappointment. The unknown scared you and so does uncertainty. You liked staying in your comfort zone but as much as youâve been denying it, it was starting to get boring.
You also said you werenât one to entertain a stranger, let alone hook-up with one. But then Bucky comes along with his long hair and tattooed arm, looking like trouble but bringing you none. Youâd think that he just wanted to get into your pants but as he showered you with gentle kisses and feathery touches, you realized that Bucky might be different and that he was so much more than just the hot lead guitarist of a band.
Buckyâs calloused fingers perfectly contrasted the smooth expanse of your skin. They felt rough but remained gentle as they moved along your chest, as they danced along your back, as they stroked your inner walls. And his lips, they were tender and soft; they whispered nothing but promises and praises against your ear as your bodies moved in unison.
His eyes remained on you, taking all of your nakedness in, literally and figuratively. He watched you closely, with those blue eyes of his that always made you blush. Buckyâs eyes were truly mesmerizing, no matter how much you wanted to look away from embarrassment, you couldnât. You felt trapped in those eyes, and you never want to leave.
And his left armâ you could feel the ridges of his scars as you let your hands feel his skin. But they werenât ugly, didnât feel weird against the pads of your fingers. His arm offered nothing but warmth and support when you reached your high and came crashing down. His arms caught you and protected you, his embrace was reassuring and it made you feel safe.
5:58AM
The city was quiet and the sun was barely up. Alpine was still curled up on his bed, sleeping. You were exhausted but satisfied and comfortable as you laid on your stomach, head turned and facing Bucky as you listened to him talk.
He was talking about his bandâs first performance in college, laughing when he said that he almost threw up from being so nervous. Bucky had the softest voice in the wee hours of dawn, you loved listening to him. Lucky you, Bucky had been talking about anything and everything until the dark skies began to change its hues. He shared his dreams and his secrets and you admired him more and more.
âYou should come to our rehearsals.â He suggested, letting a hand trace patterns on your bare back.
âSounds nice.â You yawned, blinking your eyes in an attempt to keep them open.
âWhat do you want for brunch?â Bucky asked, almost mumbling from being half-asleep.
You hummed, âBy the time we wake up, it might be close to dinner.â You joked.
âBreakfast food is way better during dinner. Want me to cook for you?â Bucky said before yawning.
Your eyes were lidded as you took in Buckyâs form. He was laying beside you, long hair messed up and lips swollen pink from kissing. He looked unreal as a sliver of sunlight managed to peek through his curtains, embracing his body with its warm glow. The sun was now fully up, witnessing the tender aftermath of your intimacy with Bucky as he reached out to brush his knuckle along your cheekbone.
âIâm surprised you can cook.â You said softly, close to falling asleep.
âIâm pretty good at it.â Bucky chuckled before leaning in to kiss your forehead.
âIâll cook for you when we wake up.âÂ
Buckyâs soft lips against yours was the last thing you felt before sleep took over.
-
12:24PM
A soft purr paired with soft paws on his face stirred Bucky awake. He groaned at Alpine when she meowed right into his face. Must be feeding time, he thought.
Bucky gently moved Alpine aside and turned, only to be met by a cold, empty space beside him. He sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes before quickly scanning his apartment for you.
You were gone.
And judging by the cold sheets on your side of the bed, youâd left hours ago. Bucky sighed in disappointment as he got up, putting on his boxers and quickly checking the bathroom. He hoped youâd be there, but you werenât.
You didnât even leave a note.
Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He wanted to cook for you, really. He wanted to bring you to his bandâs rehearsals, maybe even write a song for you.
He wanted more than twelve hours with you.
-
Wanda had been on your ass for days now. When you told her about your twelve hours with Bucky, she was happy and proud. By the time you got to the end of it, she was fuming and was close to actually physically hurting you.
She wouldnât stop bugging you about it, demanding you to at least look Bucky up on Facebook or Instagram. Wanda believed that what you and Bucky shared that night was special, something real and not just a one-time thing.
You woke up that morning, feeling sore but happy. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you opened your eyes to the sight of Bucky sleeping peacefully beside you. He seemed to be dreaming, his brows creased and lips pursed.
Reaching out, you did what Bucky kept on doing to you whenever you were worrying. You pressed your thumb against his forehead, soothing out the crease as gentle as you could so as not to wake him up. Bucky stirred in his sleep and unconsciously took your hand in his, pressing a kiss onto your palm before falling back into his slumber.
And thatâs when it started; the alarms in your head went off and they were the loudest theyâve ever been. You were almost deafened by it, your logic drowning beneath your panicked thoughts as you got up from bed. You dressed up in a hurry, grabbing your things and phone to book yourself a ride home. Alpine woke up and ran over to your legs, purring as if begging you not to go.
You refused to look back and went straight for the door.
One and a half week later, here you were still feeling like the most terrible person on the entire planet. You had searched for Bucky online, of course. You just didnât tell Wanda that but it was the first thing that you did upon going home. There were instances when you were tempted to send him a DM, or add him up on Facebook but you never did.Â
That one night with Bucky changed everything, it changed you. You immediately filed for a resignation, realizing that you were no longer happy working for the bank. It was a spur of the moment decision but you knew it was the right one. You didnât even know where to apply next or what career to pursue. But you werenât worried like you had expected to be.
Bucky taught you to take risks, to not fear the unknown because things will eventually fall into place. You felt good though, that you were slowly learning to step out of your comfort zone. But something was amiss and you knew what it was. Or who it was.
You just werenât ready to admit it yet.
-
It was around nine in the evening when you went to the grocery store for a last minute shopping decision. Wanda was coming over for a movie night and apparently, you didnât have any snacks left.
Finishing your list, you turned at the corner of an aisle and collided with somebody. Your apology died on your tongue when you looked up to see a familiar face.
Steve.
âHi.â You softly greeted, wondering if he would even remember you.
He frowned at you and you were surprised that he remembered you and actually knew about that night.
âWhyâd you leave Bucky just like that?â He asked right away.
You swallowed and avoided his gaze, âIt was...itâs not a big deal. It was a one-time thing anyway.â You lied through your teeth.
Steve scoffed, âIt didnât seem like a one-time thing when Bucky came to our rehearsals the next day feeling bummed out.â He explained and sighed afterwards, shaking his head.
âLook, Iâm in no position to interfere. I donât know you and why you did that so who am I to judge? But I know Bucky. He isnât what you think he is.â Steve said.
âI know.â You whispered.
âThen whyâd you leave?â Steve asked again but didnât wait for a response.
âBucky may come off a little too strong, heâs straightforward and passionate. He gives it his all and that night with you...he gave everything. He was really hurt when you left.â
You were unable to speak because fuck, you messed up big time. You didnât know that Bucky was going to feel that way when you left. You got scared and ran away even when there was nothing to be afraid of. Steve must have noticed your guilt and placed a hand on your shoulder.
âWeâre playing tonight at the music bar. You have the chance to make things right.â Steve said and offered you a small smile before leaving.
You stood in the grocery store while in deep thoughts. Again, your mind was all kinds of messed up and your thoughts were fighting for dominance. There were sirens going on and off and fuck, it was all driving you insane. Your heart began to race when you felt an impending sense of doom wash over you. You were panicking and you were fighting so hard to calm your nerves.
And then you remembered Bucky that night and how he was quick to silence your brain with a simple yet comforting gesture.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours?â
A thumb on your forehead to soothe your worries. Those steel blue eyes providing you comfort, and that charming smile that never failed to reassure you.
You quickly called Wanda.
âMovie night is cancelled!â
-
The dimly lit music bar welcomed you with a sense of familiarity. It had been more than a week since your encounter with Bucky and yet it felt like it was only yesterday.
Smiling to yourself, you remembered how tensed you were when Bucky first approached you. You were so defensive, you had your walls built up high but Bucky managed to bring them down. It didnât even take him the full twelve hours to do so.
The music bar was full with no vacant spot near the stage. The current band just finished their song and was preparing to exit. You squeezed your way to the front, ignoring the complaints of people you slightly pushed away. A familiar voice greeted the crowd a good evening before introducing their band.
Your breath hitched when you spotted Bucky onstage. His hair was down and he was sporting a little bit of scruff. You watched him play his guitar but something was different. He wasnât as passionate as he used to be, like he wasnât focused. He almost looked like he didnât want to be there. And his eyes, they were empty and void of any emotion. No mischievous glint in them, no nothing.
It broke your heart seeing Bucky like this, especially that you knew you were the reason for it.
It took a while for Bucky to look up and scan the crowd and when he finally did, his eyes immediately met yours.
Just like the first time, you felt your face heat up from the eye contact. Bucky was surprised to see you, you saw how his eyes widened at the sight of you. He was quick to recover though, he looked away and focused on playing the guitar instead.
As soon as his band exited the stage, you wasted no time to approach them. Steve greeted you with a nod before calling for Nat and Sam, asking for them accompany him to the bar to give you some privacy. Bucky refused to look at you as he gathered his stuff, preparing to leave.
âCan we talk?â You asked.
âIâm heading home.â Bucky curtly responded and brushed past you.
The tables have turned with you walking ahead of him to block his way.
âThe night is young, stay a while and keep me company?â You used his line and Bucky was having none of it.
He scoffed and shook his head, âIâm surprised you remembered what I said. I mean, after you just disappeared I assumed youâd completely forgotten about that night.â
âI didnât.â You told him. âCan we please talk?â You pleaded.
Bucky ran a hand through his hair, âI donât know, I really wanna go home.â He said.
Your hands balled into fists at your sides, âGive me twelve minutes.â You offered.
âJust twelve minutes of your time. Please, Bucky.â
-
The two of you stepped outside the bar for some silence. Bucky walked over to his bike, leaning against it as he looked at you coldly. Those eyes used to gaze at you with warmth, but now they were blank and cold.
âTime is ticking.â He said when you kept mum.
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to disappear like that.â You said, looking down at your feet.
How else were you going to say your piece? You had practiced your speech on the way to the bar and now that Bucky was in front of you, you couldnât even look at him from shame.
Bucky scoffed, âYou asked me for twelve minutes and thatâs all youâre gonna say? Youâre sorry? Just that?â He bitterly chuckled, running a hand over his scruff.
âIf you didnât mean it then why did you leave? You left me without any warning. I honestly thought there was something between us. After everything that happened, how could you just walk away like that? You led me on, didnât you?â Bucky angrily asked.
âI didnât! I swear, I didnât but I got scared!â You admitted.
âScared of what?â He asked. âScared of me? Because Iâm not the kind of guy you usually go for? You really couldnât get rid of that first impression, huh?â He said and turned around.
âThatâs not the reason why. Everything scared me because that night was something else. You were too good to be true, Bucky! Thatâs what scared me!â You told him.
Bucky turned around, his brows creased, âWhat?â
When you woke up that morning, everything seemed perfect. The past twelve hours you had spent with Bucky were wonderful and you loved every second of it. You enjoyed too much and the thought of it being a one-time thing really broke your heart.
You had attachment issues and you thought that giving in to Bucky would help you learn to enjoy things as they were. But it didnât and made it even worse because you got attached, so fucking attached.
âI couldnât bear the thought of ending those twelve hours with a permanent goodbye so I left. You suddenly talked about next time and tomorrow and it was...it was overwhelming for me. My fear got the best of me because that night was too good. You were too good.â
Buckyâs expression softened after hearing your side. Now you felt stupid for overthinking things. It was selfish on your part to assume that those twelve hours meant nothing to Bucky.
âIâm sorry.â You apologized softly. âThat night meant everything to me, Bucky. I just wasnât ready to find out whether it meant the same to you.â You confessed with a sigh.
Bucky stayed quiet after your confession. You could feel your bile rising, you wanted to throw up. Hell, you wanted to just faint and forget about everything. If Bucky wouldnât give you a second chance, youâd understand him. You did a pretty shitty thing to him anyway.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours?â
You lifted your gaze upon hearing that line. Buckyâs eyes had their warmth back and his expression was no longer stoic. He pushed himself away from his bike and approached you, reaching out to soothe the crease on your forehead.
âItâs not everyday that I find myself in the company of a stranger who made me feel things. Iâve always been a traditional one, I take things slow and Iâve been very careful. When I felt something during those twelve hours, I was caught off guard. I never felt so strongly for someone I just met and it was all new to me and I panicked.â You confessed.
âYou were out of my comfort zone and I didnât know how to handle it. I didnât mean to disappear like that, Bucky.â
You were met with pure silence after your admission. When you looked up at Bucky, you couldnât read his expression. Thinking that he wasnât buying your explanation, you let out a bitter chuckle and shrugged.
âI guess thatâs it. Twelve minutes. No more no less. I just wanted you to know that, Bucky. And Iâm really, really sorry.â You said and slowly backed away, ready to leave.
âHey.â Bucky called out, approaching you.
âIf I asked you to spend the next twelve hours with me again, where would you go after?â He asked.
Was this a test? You didnât know how to respond and Bucky seemed to have caught up on that and let out a breathy chuckle.
âWill you stay until the morning this time?â He asked. ââCause I was pretty disappointed when I woke up to an empty bed. I had our brunch planned out, you know?â
The mischievous glint in Buckyâs eyes was back. You bit back a smile when Bucky cradled your head into his palm, thumb circling the skin on your neck.
You timidly nodded, tilting your head up to meet Buckyâs lips in a searing kiss that promised you another twelve hours together. And more.
âNo more running off in the morning.â
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This is a imagine I made on my Wattpad that hasn't been released yet so I posted it here. @ivnasfilm is my wattpad btw!
Warnings: Fluff? Smut? Sexual interactions, language, cockblocking, Ward Cameron mentions, grinding, mentions of sex
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"Are your parents home?"
"No, they're at Thornton's for a couple hours."
"Sarah and Wheezie, too?"
"Yes," Rafe replied to his questioning girlfriend, Y/n. The duo have been dating for a year now. Y/n has been inside Rafe's house many times. She met him through her brother Kelce. He was pretty worried about it at first, but eventually Kelce would've had to get over it because Y/n is 18. She's a legal adult. She can do whatever the hell she wants.
They got closer by attending parties together, spending days at the country club, golf course. Sometimes even just sitting and talking at the beach. It was more than enough for both of them and they enjoyed it all. They made it official by attending Midsummers together. It was a pretty big deal to them since every single Kook would now know that Rafe Cameron officially had a girlfriend.
The first time she met Sarah, they hit it off pretty well. Did sleepovers, painted nails, read magazines about hot guys. Basically girly stuff. Even took fun trips on the Cameron's boat to get away from their boyfriends. They became best friends and truly loved each other's company.
Just like Rafe enjoyed Y/n's.
"Sooo, can I come inside?"
He leant his head back against the car seat. Staring at the girl who was sitting in the driver side of her vehicle. "Can you come inside?"
"Yeah, or- do you want me to?"
The mood in the car lightened as their talk became less questioning and more seductive. Y/n leaning over the center console, her breath hitting Rafe's face in all the ways he likes. Her hand reached over, brushing against his thigh.
"Do I even have to answer that?"
She shook her head at the Cameron before connecting their lips. Softly and gentle was how it was starting off, before Rafe placed his hand onto the zipper of her jeans.
"Not in here. Let's go inside."
"Okay."
The couple exited the car, Y/n making sure to lock it, and headed inside the house. Rafe using his own key to get indoors. They ran up the steps to Rafe's room, shutting the door behind them. Y/n removed her maroon crew neck, sitting herself on Rafe's bed as he removed his t-shirt.
He gently pushed her down sliding his heavier body between her legs. Leaving little kisses from her chest and up. He knew better than to give her hickeys on the neck because of Kelce so he avoided that.
His hand ran itself up and down her waist, giving it a small squeeze. They liked skin pressure. Tension. They began moving upwards, pushing under her cami top. A cropped tank that protected your breast if you didn't want to wear a bra. She tend to wear them often when around Rafe for these special purposes. And today, she just got lucky.
His thumb grazed the side of her breast. "Can I take this off?"
"Mhm."
"Hey Rafe, I need a the U-"
Before he could continue, Wheezie came barging through the door. Covering her eyes. Rafe groaned at the fact that his sister didn't knock. Knowing whenever the door is closed, you knocked.
"Wheezie, we talked about this-"
"I know. I'm sorry. I keep forgetting," she sighed. "Hi, Y/n."
"Hi, Wheez."
"What do you need? Why aren't you at dinner with dad and Sarah?"
"Halfway through the dinner, Rose threw up because Topper's parents made snail and she didn't like it. She made an excuse saying she was probably coming down with the flu. So we came back early."
"What did the Thornton's say?" Y/n asked. Intrigued by this hilarious story as Rafe put back on his shirt.
"Nothing. Just that we should head home just incase they could catch whatever it was."
"That sounds awesome!"
"Yeah, I know. Hey, wanna see the video."
"Oh absolutely," Y/n exclaimed, getting up from Rafe's bed. He sighed as he watched the two girls laugh at the gross vomiting. Althought part of him was glad Y/n was getting along with his little sister. "That's freaking gross. Cool. Like really cool. But gross."
"Yeah, i'm gonna upload it to my Instagram."
"Tag me?"
"Obviously."
"Awesome! Thanks."
Rafe stood. "So, what did you need?"
"I need the USB cord to connect my phone and laptop to upload the video in a file just in case dad and Rose make me take it down."
He huffed out his breath, walking over to his desk. He opened the top drawer, pulling out a mid-length white cord, handing it to his sister. She thanked him and tried to leave, but Rafe stopped her at the doorway. Death glaring her.
"I'm not gonna tell anyone. Chill out. Not like I wanna talk about it and picture it again."
"We weren't doing anything."
"I may be young, but I'm not stupid."
"She's got a point," Y/n agreed. Wheezie fist bumped her and left. Rafe shutting the door behind her. He turned to Y/n who just shrugged at the annoyed boyfriend of hers.
He smiled as he walked up to her, pushing his face close to hers. "Now, where were we?"
"You tell me."
He chuckled, the vibration against her lips sending chills down her whole body. He kissed her seductively like he did once before. This time Y/n pushed Rafe down onto the large bed, enough room for her to switch that position.
Her hands rested on his ribs as she grinded her clothed area against his member. A moan escaped her lips as a huff left his. The jeans in between them horrifying this exciting interaction.
She swayed her tongue and lips against his neck. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, letting out a grunt. She scooted down a few inches so she wasn't sitting directly on top of his belt.
"God, these pants got to go."
"So do yours."
She undid the strap of his waistline. Next thing was unbuckling his pants. She undid the button that lied above the zipper before grabbing the loose metal tab, pulling it down it's line.
"Rafe, dad needs you downsta- HOLY SHIT!"
"OH MY GOD," he groaned out loud. Y/n pushed herself off the dirty blonde, landing beside him. Sarah stood in the doorway, eyes covered, laughing.
"Stop laughing."
"You guys were totally about to do it," she sang as she pointed between them.
"Shut up, Sarah."
"Dad wants you. Said something about the golf course or country club. One of the two. I don't know," she shrugged as she sat beside Y/n. Rafe looked to his girlfriend.
"I'll be right back. You," he pointed to Sarah. "Be gone before i'm back."
"Will do, dickeroo."
Rafe left downstairs as Sarah turned to Y/n and smiled with eyebrows raised. "What are you staring at?"
"Uh...you. Were you guys about to have sex? Since when?"
"Well our first time together was months ago. Like 3 or 4."
"When we were first friends, you said you never planned on having it until you're married. Since when has that changed?"
She shrugged. "Since I met Rafe."
"You guys are too adorable. Well you, not him. Can't stand him."
"Yeah, I know. Sometimes I can't stand Kelce. I wanna kill him."
"Yeah, well let me get going before Rafe tries to kill me." (No pun intended)
She hugged Y/n before leaving the room, just as Rafe walked back in. This time locking the door before shutting it. "That is the last interruption for the night. I told everyone I was going to bed."
"Well, good cause I am trying to get my freak on," she laughed as he jumped back onto of her. Finishing what they've been trying to start.
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One of the commissions I'm doing for @randomfandomfan ft Hurt/Comfort Adrinino. Find it on my AO3 here.
Set post Rocketear and pre any kind of romantic relationship (tho it's hinted at). This was already a fic I wanted to write, and one of the prompts they sent me fit the concept almost perfectly, so I ran with it.
Under a cut for length.
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âItâs your fault.â
Nino jumped about a foot in the air, whirling from where heâd been shutting his door with his phone pointed menacingly at the source of the voice. His backpack smacked him in the hip, knocking him off kilter, and he stumbled, bracing himself on the doorknob. His eyes scanned the room slowly, shoulders easing when he didnât spot anyone. âHello?â
âWhat are you, dense, kid?â scoffed the voice again, from right in front of him, and Nino squeaked at an embarrassing pitch when he registered the Kwami floating there.
The Kwami.
The Kwami.
A black cat Kwami.
Nino dropped his defensive (if somewhat undignified) stance, staring at what was definitely Chat Noirâs Kwami. âUm. Youâre not supposed to be here.â
The catâs eerily green eyes rolled. âWow. Intelligent.â
Nino spluttered, feeling awkward. âW-Well Iâm sorry, dude, how do you expect me to react!â he demanded, throwing his hands up in the air. Something like ice settled in his gut as the Kwamiâs existence finally clicked. âW-Wait, why are you here? What happened?â
âYou happened,â the Kwami snapped, and uh. Okay. Not what Nino wanted to hear right now.
âWhat?â
âYOU. Do you have any idea how much you upset him? How much you hurt him the other day? He wonât say it, Nino, but heâs hurting. Heâs been hurting, and you unloaded on him and beat him and told him how awful he was and if you werenât his best friend and I didnât think you were the only one who could help right now, youâd be in a pile of rubble.â
Um.
Holy shit.
Nino had never heard a Kwami so pissed. Wayzz could get a little condescending sometimes, and Ladybug had admitted that her Kwami could be a little snarky (as could Trixx, as Alya had confirmed time and time again). But never had he seen a Kwami literally shaking in rage.
Heâd be more terrified if the catâs words werenât sinking in.
âHang on, hang on, dude,â Nino said, crossing his arms in an âxâ through the air. âIs this about Rocketear? I apologized, I-I thought me and Chat were okay. Also like, I respect the guy, but he has no idea who I am, dude, weâre not best friends.â
âHad,â the cat spit out. âHe had no idea who you were.â
Ninoâs stomach swooped out from under him and he gripped his desk chair tightly to keep from tripping. âWhat?â
The Kwami gave him a smug, if not irritated, smile. âYou told him yourself.â
âD-DuringâŚwhen I was fighting him?â Nino squeaked. âN-No, I saw the footage, I didnât tell him Iâm Carapace!â
The cat softened. âBefore, Nino. Before you were akumatized.â
âI didnât-â
âOf course, when Ladybug appears, he throws himself to her feet with roses and love confessions!â
Fuck.
âBut he is always rejected, because Ladybug thinks that heâs annoying. And she is COMPLETELY right!â
Oh, fuck.
âI know because Iâm also a superhero. Iâm Carapace.â
âShit.â
Nino fumbled for his desk chair, sinking into it hard and banging his elbow on the back. The pain was almost numbing. He put his head in his hand, pushing his hat back off his head and staring blankly at the wall.
âOh my god, dude, I-?â
âYeah.â
The Kwami sounded almost sad this time, and that, somehow, was worse than him threatening to kill Nino.
He didnât really remember being akumatized, until the end, when Alya broke him from Shadowmothâs hold. And despite warnings from his friends, heâd watched the footage from his akumatization. Even without Alya recording, someone usually was, and the footage was always online by the end of the day.
He knew what heâd done to Chat Noir.
Heâd seen the way he dropped his baton, a sign of surrender. The way Rocketear hadnât hesitated to push him back with everything he had, pounding him again and again and again into that van, how heâd grabbed him by the head and slammed him backwards like-
âNino!â
The Kwamiâs paw was gentle on his wrist and Nino shuddered, scrubbing at his eyes furiously and dislodging his glasses. âOh my god, oh my god, where is he?â he choked out. âI-I need to find him right now, Kwami dude, I-I canât believe I-â
âPlagg,â the Kwami offered, his scratchy voice easing Nino from his panic. âAnd it wasnât you, kid.â
âB-But it was, thatâs the worst part,â Nino whispered, standing and pacing now. âI hated him, I hated him so much I â oh my god, he tried to tell me.â He laughed, bitter, holding his hands together behind his head. âHe tried to tell me Alya and Chat didnât have a thing and I-â
âNino,â Plagg interrupted. âHeâs on the roof.â
Nino stopped, blinked at him. âHeâs what.â
Plagg nodded upwards, his antenna bobbing. âOn the roof. Been there every night for the last week.â His voice lowered. âHe wanted to talk to you, but heâs too scared.â
âHeâs on theâŚheâs on my roof?â
Nino scrambled around his room, grabbing a jacket and an extra hoodie before reaching out, snatching Plagg, and shoving him into his hat. He froze a millisecond later. âUm. Please donât cataclysm me for that, dude.â
Plaggâs chuckle was more like a purr. âPlease. As if Iâd need to use all that on just you.â
Nino supposed he should be insulted, but with everything he now knew, he couldnât find it in himself to care. It was nearly one am â heâd been out late studying with Alya â so now he crept from his room and to the front door, hopeful not to wake his family. Grabbed his key off the hook by the entrance, and then eased the apartment door shut behind him.
It was only one flight up to the roof access, usually locked, but Nino had come up here with Alya more times than he could count, so he knew that if you wiggled the lock just right, it would come undone on itâs own. Theyâd oiled the hinges ages ago so that it didnât scream every time it was opened, and now it was silent as Nino pushed it up and stared over the flat top.
Adrien was silhouetted in the moonlight, precariously close to the edge, and it made Ninoâs breath hitch. He pushed the door all the way open and clambered up onto the roof as quietly as possible, easing the hatch shut again before turning back to his best friend and slumping.
Best friend.
God, how could he have-?
âYou didnât know,â Plagg whispered, gentler than Nino had expected him to be. The Kwami zipped from his hat, hovering in the air next to him, and he offered Nino a grim smile. âI might hate you a little right now for what you did to him, but you didnât know, kid.â
Nino let out a shaky breath and started the trek over to his friend, fiddling with his extra sweatshirt. The night air was chill, and he was glad heâd brought it â Adrien was in nothing but short sleeves.
âAll week, huh?â he murmured, watching as Adrien jumped a little, fingers tightening on the edge of the roof. âCouldâve just called, dude.â
Adrien twisted, lips parting. âHow did you know I was-?â
His eyes landed on Plagg and a squeak slipped from his mouth as his hand shot to his shirt pocket. It wouldnât have been funny if he hadnât gone so pale.
So Plagg hadnât told him he was telling Nino. Interesting.
âY-You canât-! You told-?â
âYouâve been here all week, Adrien,â Plagg snapped. âYou werenât gonna tell him, I was. You need a cheese in your corner.â
Nino had no idea what that meant, but he couldnât stop staring long enough to care.
Adrienâs eyes were tired. There was no glint in them. The circles under his eyes were deep â he mustâve been wearing makeup to school, because Nino hadnât seen them until now. His hands were trembling, his lips were bitten raw, and Nino felt his entire heart shatter.
âI amâŚso sorry,â he choked out, tears spilling over. Adrien jolted, turning his gaze from Plagg to him.
âNino-â
âNo, dude, no, I-I-IâŚI donât care that I didnât know. I should never have said those things, I should never have hurt you like that, oh my god dude, I hurt you so bad, I like could have killed you, a-a-andâŚâ
He froze, reeling, and stumbled back. Adrien got to his feet warily, holding his hands up. âNino?â
âYou were gonna let me.â
He wanted it disproved, but Adrienâs flinch told him everything. His chest seized and Nino choked on his breath. âYou were gonna let me, you wouldâve fucking let me, you fucking asshole how could you? Do you have any fucking idea how much I care about you dude?â
He shoved Adrien without thinking, hands firm against his shoulders, pushing him back and away from the edge. Adrienâs eyes were wide, lip trembling, and Nino pushed him again, closer to the center of the roof, this time forcing the sweatshirt into his grasp. Adrien clung to it, lips parted, and Nino dragged his hands through his hair, pacing as Adrien shrugged the sweatshirt on. Heâd left his hat downstairs, he registered somewhere in the back of his mind.
âOh my god,â he choked out. âI-IâŚIâm so sorry dude. Iâm so sorry, your dad, and then school, and modelling and your stupid model diet and then youâre a literal superhero and Iâm supposed to be your best friend and I didnât evenâŚâ
âYou werenât saying them about me,â Adrien whispered. âI know that.â
Nino spun to face him, vision blurry. âIf you knew that you wouldnât have been on my roof every night for the last week working up the nerve to talk to me. If you knew that you wouldnât have thrown down your weapon and let me beat you to-â
He cut himself off with choked cry and he rushed at Adrien, clinging to him with a force he didnât know he possessed. He cradled his friendâs head gently, heart sinking for a moment until he felt Adrienâs hands lift to settle tentatively on his back.
âI donât hate you,â he whispered into Adrienâs ear. Nino swallowed, throat aching. âI donât hate you, and I donât hate Chat Noir. I was mad. A-And thatâs not an excuse for what I said, and Iâm so sorry. Iâve never hated Chat Noir, dude. He was always my favorite. I justâŚâ
âYou were upset,â Adrien finished, soft.
âJumped to conclusions,â Nino corrected. âI was jealous of Alya keeping stuff from me, and I jumped to conclusions, and I hurt you, shit I-I hurt you, I-â
âIâm okay, Nino. Itâs okay.â
âItâs not okay,â Nino croaked, tightening his grip. Something in him breathed easier when Adrien tightened his own back, harder, his shoulders starting to shake. âItâs not okay, I love you, dude. Donât do that for me. Donât ever stop fighting back when itâs your life at stake, I-I canâtâŚâ
Adrienâs grip clenched in his hoodie and suddenly Ninoâs neck was wet with tears. Nino carded his fingers through Adrienâs hair, turning his head just slightly to press his lips against his temple. âTalk to me, dude,â he whispered. âIâm here now, you donât have to do this alone. Not anymore.â
âYou canât tell, Nino,â Adrien croaked. âI mean it, not even Alya. Y-You canât. Promise me.â
âHey.â
He pushed Adrien back, gentle, and cupped his cheeks, swiping away the tears on his skin. âI promise,â he said firmly, staring Adrien in the eyes to show he meant it. âThis is too big to tell, dude.â
âYou told me-â
âI trusted you,â Nino said, squeezing Adrienâs shoulders. âI was pissed, and I knew I trusted you more than anyone, and I knew you wouldnât say anything. A-And I was wrong, dude. I shouldnât have told Alyaâs identity. Mine is one thing, but that wasnât okay. But man, dude, you have it rough as it is, without anyone knowing youâre a superhero. Iâm not telling, dude.â
Adrien swallowed, throat bobbing, and glanced behind Nino, where he presumed Plagg was floating. Plagg must have indicated something, because he slumped and gave a weak smile. âThank you, Nino.â
Nino shook his head. âDonât thank me. D-DonâtâŚnot after that.â
Adrienâs hands were on his cheeks now, fingers freezing. âHey. It wasnât you. You mightâve been mad, but it wasnât you. It was Shadowmoth amplifying those emotions, and you beat him. You beat him, Nino. IâmâŚso proud of you for that,â he whispered, voice cracking.
Nino pulled him in again, arms clinging to his back and his nose pressed into the hood of Adrienâs borrowed sweatshirt. âIâm proud of you too, dude,â he said. He felt Adrienâs grip tighten on his back. âNo one ever says it. Iâm proud of you. And Iâm-â
âIf you say sorry one more time,â Adrien croaked, laughter behind his tears, âI will personally dangle you off the Eiffel Tower by your shield.â
Nino chuckled and stepped back, tugging Adrienâs wrists gently. âCome inside,â he pleaded. âItâs cold out.â
Adrien glanced behind his shoulder, teeth worrying at his lip. âI should get home,â he said. âItâs late.â
âThen they wonât notice,â Nino said, pulling him a step further. âCâmon, dude. Youâve been by yourself for so long. I wanna hear about being Chat Noir.â
Adrien looked back to him, lips parted. The glint in his eyes was illuminated by the surrounding buildings, and something in Ninoâs stomach twisted in a way he wasnât going to question at the moment. âReally?â
âYou kidding? Of course, dude.â
Adrienâs mouth slid into a tiny smile now, head tilting in that puppy-dog way only he could pull off. âYeah. Y-Yeah, Iâd like that. If youâre sure itâs-â
Nino knelt down and lifted the roof access cover, climbing onto the ladder and looking back up at Adrien with what he hoped was an inviting grin. âDude. Just get inside already.â
Sneaking back in was harder than sneaking out, only because now he had another person in tow, but they managed to get back into his room without waking anyone (even after their quick excursion to the kitchen for a block of sharp cheddar, because Plagg was whiny). Nino shut off all the lights in his room except his desk lamp, leaving the soft glow to illuminate the corner and moving to his bed.
Adrien hesitated at the foot of it, fiddling with the sweatshirt strings on Ninoâs hoodie (and Nino was ignoring how much he liked that image, that was something he could confront in the morning). âUm.â
Nino rolled his eyes and held out an arm. âCome cuddle, bro. And tell me about being the hottest bachelor in Paris.â
That got a snort from his friend, and Adrien crawled into the bed next to him, flopping against Ninoâs side and leaning his head against his shoulder as Nino tucked an arm around him. âI thought I was the hottest bachelor in Paris.â
âOh my god, you and your alter ego literally are competing for the same spot, thatâs so fucking funny,â Nino cackled, keeping his voice low so he didnât wake Chris next door.
Adrien chuckled and then fell quiet, and Nino traced a circle on his arm, feeling the mood shift. âWanna talk about whatâs been going on with you and Ladybug?â
âHow did you-?â
âItâs pretty obvious when youâre working directly next to the two of you. And especially now that I know itâs my best bro behind the mask? Whatâs up?â
Adrien went still again, and then rolled over, pressing his face into Ninoâs shoulder. âCan we talk about that tomorrow?â he mumbled. âIâd rather justâŚhang out, for now.â
Nino tightened his grip, focused on the ceiling, and tried to quell the racing thoughts in his mind. âOf course, dude. Of course.â
Adrienâs breathing evened out, and Nino had a feeling he probably wasnât heading home anytime soon. He didnât care, just shifted to put his phone and glasses on his nightstand and then rolled over to hold his friend closer, smiling thinly when he instantly clung back.
Plagg was curled up on the pillow above Adrienâs head, and his cat eyes blinked sleepily as he studied Nino. âThanks, kid.â
Nino loosened a hand and reached up, scratching the cat on the head, fully prepared to lose a finger. To his surprise, Plagg just purred and nudged up into the touch. âThanks for breaking the rules for him,â he whispered back. âIâm sorry I put both of you through that.â
âYouâre a good kid, Nino,â Plagg said, yawning and curling his tail around himself. âStupid, but good. Wayzz likes you for a reason.â
The Kwami went quiet and started snoring, leaving Nino to flush at the compliment, run his fingers through Adrienâs hair, and fall asleep with a sense of calm he hadnât felt in a long, long time.
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Two In A Bed//Draco Malfoy x Reader
A/N: Holy Cow Iâve finally reached 100 followers wow! Firstly, thank you! Secondly, Iâve promised myself Iâm gonna post at least three days a week from now on, so feel free to send any requests you have my way! Enjoy this little cliche piece of âtwo exes have to share a bedâ.
Set: Post War
Word Count: 1,550
Warnings: swearing, drinking, sexual tension, SMUT
Y/N Y/L/N dragged her black suit case behind her as she climbed the stone steps to the grand country hotel that towered in front of her. She hovered at the door, pausing to check her apperance in the glass before pushing them open. The grand hallway was decorated in silver and green- very Pansy she thought to herself as she wandered over to the check-in desk.Â
âHi, Iâm a guest at Pansy and Theoâs wedding tomorrow?â The bored teenage wizard behind the desk flicked through the parchment guest list and once Y/N had told him her name, he handed her a small silver key; room three hundred and two. Making her way up the stairs, struggling a little with her suitcase, her mind began to wonder whether Draco would be attending. Since she moved to America for work, sheâd heard nothing from her ex and was even slightly surprised to have been invited to Pansyâs wedding. When she reached her room, Y/N struggled with the lock before finally unlocking the door and throwing it open. As she lugged her suitcase in, eyes to the ground, she was shocked when her body hit into a much taller one.Â
âWhat a pleasant surprise Y/L/N.â God, his voice was so smooth, Cheeks flushed red, Y/N met Dracoâs bright, blue eyes, taking in his appearance. He hadnât changed much, he was still tall, pale and well dressed.Â
âWhat are you doing in my room?â Was the only thing Y/N could mumble as she attempted to avoid his fixed gaze.Â
âMy room, you mean.â Y/N huffed before showing him her key only to find out he was holding up an identical one.Â
âThere must be some mistake, we canât share this room,â Y/N began to pace, âMerlinâs sake itâs only got one bed.â Draco laughed at her a little.Â
âItâs not ideal for me either darling, Pansy didnât want my wife here and now has me sharing a bed with another women.â He suddenly stood, gently sliding his feet into his shoes, âIâll go and sort it out.âÂ
Y/N watched as he left, sitting down on the bed, raking her hands through her hair. She heard the door open and instead of seeing Draco, Pansy stood at the door, face contorted in a sneaky smile.Â
âIf this wasnât your wedding, I would kill you.â Y/N warned as Pansy walked over to join her on the bed, Pansy giggling quietly.Â
âI couldnât help myself, youâre just still in love with eachother and I wanted to help.â She smirked. Y/N shot her a dangerous scowl, which Pansy rolled her eyes at.
âHeâs married Pans, for fuck sake.âÂ
âYeah, an arranged, loveless marriage.â The words left her mouth, causing Y/Nâs jaw to drop to the floor, Draco entered, causing the two of them to quickly regain composure. He announced that the wizard at the desk had instructed him to talk to Pansy about his room problem.Â
âSorry Drakey, thereâs no rooms left,â Pansy said slyly before making her way to the door, âso you two will just have to be very grown-up and share.â With that, she left, giving Y/N a small wink as she closed the door.Â
Draco and Y/N sat in silence for a while before either of them decided to speak. Then they launched into deep conversation, talking about her travels, his work, their lives and it felt as if theyâd never lost contact. Draco didnât mention Astoria once. When dinner time rolled around, Draco got ready first, letting Y/N have the bathroom for as long as she needed. When she stepped out in her knee length green dress, Draco was unsure on where to look. Instead, he simply let Y/N take his arm as he led her to the dining hall to meet the other guests. The dinner was spectacular, Y/N wondered how much the whole thing had cost Theoâs parents. The alcohol was effectively unlimited and before long Y/N was beginning to feel a little dizzy. As guests began leaving, she attempted to stand, swaying on the balls of her feet. Draco ran to her rescue, one of his strong arms sweeping around her waist to help her up the stairs. When they reached their room, he helped her in, leaving her to stand while he fetched her water.Â
âI���m going to get undressed now.â Y/N announced, half shouting, swaying in her seat as she sat down on the bed. âDonât look freak.â Draco threw his arms up in mock innocence before turning around to face the wall while she took off her dress. âYou can look now.â He turned back to look at her and audibly sighed when he saw her in just her underwear. âLiking what you see Malfoy.â Y/N teased. She stood and before she could stop herself she was standing in front of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leant in, closing the gap between them. Dracoâs hands found her waist and he pulled her into him, returning her kiss with twice the passion. Then all of a sudden, he pulled back, pushing her from him gently.Â
âIâm sorry, I canât do this.â He whispered. He silently gathered his stuff from the room and sent her a sympathetic look. âIâm married.â Y/N watched him stuff his suitcase, still standing, saying nothing. Draco strode to the door, pulling his suitcase behind him. As he opened the door to leave he turned on his heal to look back at her. âI canât fall in love with you again.â And with that, he left.Â
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Y/N awoke to gentle rays of winter sunshine peaking through the gap in the curtains. She groaned as she remembered last night and realised her head was pounding relentlessly. Y/N stretched out in the kingsize bed before rolling over to look at the time. Eleven AM- shit. The wedding started in half an hour. She quickly jumped from the bed, sprinting around the room, perfecting her makeup, curling her hair and squeezing into her silver dress. She was finished just in time and sprinted down the hotel stairs and into the grand hall, throwing herself onto her seat.Â
âRough night last night Y/L/N?â Blaise teased as she let out a deep breath.Â
âFuck off Zabini.â She spat, he let out a chuckle. The wedding was beautiful, Pansyâs dress was stunning, the ceremony emotional and the wedding dinner as immaculate as the night before. Y/N barely drunk today though, regretting her actions last night. Draco was a no show to any part in the wedding, which left Y/N with a pit in her stomach, knowing heâd gone back to his wife. She left the wedding disco early, before anyone else, making her way back to her room at only eleven at night. As she flounced down her bed there was a soft knock on the door.Â
âGo away Pansy.â Y/N yelled. The door opened anyway, causing her to groan.Â
âNot Pansy.â Draco appeared at the foot of the bed, causing Y/N to sit bolt upright. He nervously played with the family ring that snaked around his pale finger. âMy wifeâs fucking her boss.â He sat down next to her.Â
âOh,â Y/N sighed, âIâm sorry Dray...âÂ
âIâm not.â Draco suddenly turned towards her, placing his hand on her thigh, making her gasp a little. âIt means I can do what I wanted to do yesterday.â With that he pulled her into him by her jaw, causing Y/N to release a shaky moan. âIâm going to file for a divorce,â He whispered while placing sloppy kisses onto her neck, ânot that I ever loved her.â He swiftly fell to his knees, using a firm hand to part Y/Nâs legs. âFuck.â Y/N watched as Draco rolled and buttoned his shirt sleeves, showing off his forearm, the dark mark poking dangerously under the sleeve. With that he pulled Y/N towards him, nestling his head between her legs, dragging his ring finger over her clothed slit. She moaned again quietly, watching his every movement.Â
âAre you sure you want this angel?â He asked, suddenly softly.Â
âYes. Draco I-â He suddenly moved her panties to the side before pushing his face against her pussy. He began to eat out so slow and sensually, Y/N felt like she was going to explode. Draco ate her until her legs began to shake, letting her cum on his face. Then he twisted her round, arching her back with his hands. His pale hand came down onto her ass with a smack before he teased her entrance with his tip.Â
âFuck me Draco, please.â Y/N moaned quietly. Draco needed no more motivation, pushing his entire length into her, causing her to writhe beneath him. He began to pound into her at a ridiculous pace, not giving Y/N time to think. Dracoâs hand came down to grab her hair into his fist, pulling her neck back so that their eyes met.Â
âSorry princess, I just want to see your face when I cum in you.â With that Y/Nâs legs gave way once more, her mouth screaming his name along with many profanities. With a few more thrusts, Draco came inside of her with a groan, pulling out and inspecting his work. Then, he leant down, placing a tender kiss to her forehead.Â
âI shouldâve never left.âÂ
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LILY (m)
Pairing: Yakuza!Tamaki Amajiki x florist! Reader
Plot: your flowers were the one thing you loved the most in your life... well itâs in the top ten so you bet your ass that you would scream at anyone who would dare to ruin and it didnât matter if the person was the biggest mobster around.
Genre: mafia au, florist au , NSFW 18+
word count: 6k
Warnings: slight sub/dom play, soft dom Tamaki, explicit smut, oral(f), vaginal penetration, creampies, mirror sex, choking, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), light spanking, mentions of sucking dick, multiple orgasms, praising ish, fat cock Tamaki, dirty talk, slight mention of blood (I was listening to auralescent while writing the smut)
Disclaimer: this is my first time writing explicit smut so pls if I didnât any mistakes or need to improve any where pls let me know! Also the art work above is not mine nor do I own any of the bnha/mha characters.
A/n: hello~ this is my first fic in this blog, I really hope you guys like!! Iâve been planning it since a month and got way to lazy to complete it :(
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The hot rays of sun burn your skin as you walk out of your flower shop for the 10th time today to display your flowers letting them get sunlight. Regretting not putting on sunscreen before leaving home, you whipped the sweat off your face and smiled at the aesthetic you created in front of your flower shop.
It truly was beautiful.
Satisfied with your work you were ready to go back into the air conditioned store. As you neared the glass door, a loud thud noise that came from the background making you flinch. Praying as you turned around you hoped that whatever caused that thud had nothing to do with your flowers and it was just the neighbors cat, Ginger, who had once again jumped over the garbage bin and toppled it over.
You sighed in relief when you saw that your flowers were still intact. Just when you were about to go back a man with a white cloak tripped over your vases not paying attention while running ruining all your hard work.
The man laying on the ground looked at your angry face and seemed like he was about to cry, but you didnât care right now. You were furious, all your hard work has gone to waste just because one person didnât pay attention to where he was going.
Getting off the ground he noticed how you were about to start to scream at him, quickly got up and started apologizing.
âLook here sir, apologizing isn't going to do shit for my flowers nor is it going to clean up this mess so I suggest you t-â just as you were about to finish your sentence you felt him grip your wrist and pull you into your store.
âWhat the hellâ you thought as you looked up at your captive, he pushed you on to a corner wall where no one could see you, his one hand on your mouth keeping you from making any noise while the other was near your head trapping you from the outside world.
If you werenât being kidnapped in your own store you wouldâve been very much aroused by the situation.
Having let your only staff member go on their lunch break, leaing you alone with your captor was not helping your situation either. Even if you scream for help no one would come to your rescue.
Your captor must have felt your gaze as he looked your way and then looked away once again a blush creeping on his cheeks.
What the hell? Why is he blushing
You continued to study his features so that you will be able to memories them in case he decides to do something, only if you were left alive.
damn heâs cute
You watched him as he kept shifting his gaze from you and the window, curious to what he was eyeing, you peered your eyes out the window to see some pro-hero, whose name you couldn't remember, along with some police officers gathered together holding a piece of paper which seemed like a sketch, showing it to civilians that walked past them.
Since your hearing quirk wasn't going to help you get free you thought it might be useful to hear what the heroes were saying.
âHave you seen this man?â one of them asked âplease if you do call the police station right awayâ. The hero held out a picture. It was your capture.
Holy shit
You let out a quiet gasp at the information discovered, your capture hearing the sudden noise turned towards you once again, his gaze unreadable.
He masked his emotions so you wouldn't be able to tell how nervous he was staying within such close proximity with you. Something he learned pretty early, since in his line of work showing any type of emotions was a weakness.
The sweet smell of your perfume that was helping calm his nerves, was making him lose focus on the tasks at hand. Finding an opening to escape without the pros seeing him.
God how did he want to bury his head is the crook of your neck a- his train of thoughts broke as he felt you try to wiggle out of his grasp.
He glared at you, eyes dark and menacing seeding chills to your spine, he was about to lean closer when the pro-hero left their post and started walking towards their new location.
âThat was closeâ, he thought
He freed your mouth and placed it on the hand on the other side of your head trapping you. âW-who are you?â you managed to say, he looked you in the eye âSuneater,â.
Thank god for the wall that was supporting you because you were sure that you would've fell on the floor because how much your knees had been wobbling out of fear and being so close with this very handsome man who happens to be the biggest mafia leader of Tokyo.
You blankly stared at him as the headlines from several news articles popped in your head about the man holding you captive, opening your mouth to say-no to beg for your life, this is definitely not the way you imagined yourself dying.
âIâ you breathe out watching as the man leaves from his spot, freeing you.
âis he getting some torture weapon? Is this because i screamed at him omg me and my stupid big mouthâ as your mind filled with gruesome thoughts when all of a  sudden cough broke your trans, you whipped your head to the noise almost getting whiplash from the sudden movement.
It was him.
He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, his head hung low looking at his shoes as if they were much more interesting than you. He rubbed his palms together and was saying something under his breath. It almost seemed like he was...shy
What the hell is up with this guy?
âI⌠um⌠i am sorry for thatâ wide eyed and mouth agape you watched the man who once looked so frightening you nearly passed out from fear was now stumbling on his words as he apologized to you.
âGod i need to talk to my therapist after this, if i get out of thisâ
He lifted his head, his eyes barely noticeable as they stayed hidden due to the length of his hair. âI⌠I am s-s-sorry for putting you through this mess. I-it's just because, you see I didn't mean to, it's just thatâ he paused, he looked as if he were about to cry. What does one do in this situation? Do you go and console him for kidnapping you in your own store?
Confused, you stayed still, scanning him to look for some weapons he can use on you, eyes stopped at his trembling hands.
Heâs bleeding
Once again mumbling something under his breath he continued â you see, some people are looking for me, a-and because of some⌠things, that's why i ended up bumping into you, i-i didn't mean to knock down your flowers, you see i was just in such a hurry and needed a place to hide that i brought you hereâ he explained his situation.
He looked back at you waiting for you to respond,
âAre you gonna kill me?â he looked at you even more panicked than before almost like he was disgusted at the sheer thought âoh no no no noâ he frantically moved his arms telling you no.
âGood, because i know how to fightâ you lied, but seeing how scared he is you began to question whether this man actually was the notorious yakuza you heard about on the news.
Maybe he was the weak twin no one knew about
Your legs finally regained their strength and you leaned off the wall, and walked past Suneater as you disappeared in one of the rooms in the back of your shop.
âAre you coming?â your head peered from the room as you waved your hand at him to come.
âWhat are you doing?!? Inviting a yakuza in your safe placeâ you thought, while one part of your mind told you to run, the other told you to stay you were conflicted.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Suneater enter the room, without turning around, you pointed at the chair, âsitâ said a little more sternly than you wanted to. Confused at the sudden change in your demeanor, he raised an eyebrow at you, why did you want him here with you when you knew his truth. Anyone with the slightest of common sense would call the police right now, yet you stayed calm.
âLookâ you turned around, tiered â if your not gonna kill me then let me help you with your injuryâ
âinjury? What injury?â
He looked down at his hand feeling a sting. There was a deep cut, most likely from when he knocked over your flowers âohâ his palm was covered in blood.
He sat down at the designated seat waiting for you, closing his eyes letting the sweet and earthy smell of the flowers fill his nostrils, calming his senses.
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âHey did you even listen to a word I said?â Tamaki lifted his head from his palm, âhmm?â. The spiky red head grunted, rubbing his hands on his face tired of his boss being so distracted.
âWhatâs gotten into you, man?â he questioned, Tamaki innocently looked at him as if he did nothing.
Truth was he was bored, he knew the plan they had went over it a millions of times heck he was the one who made it in the first place.
âNothing Kirishima, I heard you, â he said, moving his gaze to where he was looking before, Kirishima followed the direction in which he was looking and spotted you.
You were out in the scorching sun, moving huge pots of flowers around the front of your store.
Grinning he looked back at his superior âwhy are you looking at me like thatâ Tamaki said, not liking the way Kirishima smiled at him, he knew something.
âYou got a crush donât ya boss?â Kirishima proceeded to repeatedly poke his bosses arm, annoying him.
âfuck ofâ Tamaki flustered, turned around avoiding Krishimaâs graze, maybe he did have a small crush.
âhey bossâ Kirishima scooted his chair closer to Tamaki âafter our mission why donât ya go get her number hmm? Who knows you might even get a dateâ he said grabbing his bosses shoulder and shaking it as he told him to man up.
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He broke out of thoughts feeling the pads of your fingers linger over his palm.
âIs this okay?â you kneeled in front of him, placing the safety kit on your lap concentrating on the task at hand.
âY-yeahâ you looked up, worrying that you might have hurt him accidentally, instead of seeing him wince in pain you were faced with a blushing yakuza.
Not knowing how to react you quickly lower your gaze and continue working on the task at hand.
âYou're good at this,â he was the first to speak, breaking the silence.
âHuh, oh yeah i guess,â you let out a nervous laugh, âI used to volunteer as a nurse in hospitals back when I was in college, at one point in my life i wanted to become a doctor or nurse, to help people like pro-heroes did but then i lost interest in the subject and started to like other things so i opened up a flower shop,â you bit your lip realizing you might have over shared, âsorry that was to much wasn't it?â he smiled.
Shaking his head no, he looked at you warmly making you feel weird inside. As the two of you continued to talk, you learned more about him, nothing too personal but enough to make you feel like maybe just maybe you were starting to become friends.
âAlright all done, Tamakiâ giving him a bright smile as you got up. He looked at his bandaged hand, smiling âThank you, Y/nâ. He got up from his seat, bidding you goodbye after apologizing for the inconvenience he caused, and walked towards the front door.
âWait Tamaki!!!â you ran towards the front door hoping he hadn't left already, opening the door you called out for him once again, he stops and turns to look at you, confused as to why you called him.
âY/n? What happened, are you okay?â he waited for you to catch your breath âyeah i'm fine i just,, i wanted to give you somethingâ the tips of your ear started to burn as you felt a blush creep in, you handed him a purple lily.
Dumbstruck at the present he stayed quiet, smiling shyly as he reached for the purple flower, his fingers grazing you for a second, blushing he thanked you for the gift â but why?â he asked, finally gaining the confidence to look at you.
You were smiling softly, a light blush spread on your cheeks âit reminded me of you,â you looked at him âand it's pretty like youâ you said mentally cursing at yourself for voicing your inner thoughts, and for blushing harder.
Before the tomato looking man could say anything else, you ran back into your shop waving him goodbye.
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Six months ago today, you were âkidnappedâ by the notorious Suneater. Your life hasnât changed much since, you still wake up everyday at 8 am, you still drink the same type of coffee, and you still come back home at 8 pm.
But there was one thing that was significantly different, everyday at noon Tamaki would present himself in front of your store.
At first, it started with him coming to your shop, waiting outside debating whether he was coming in or not.
You would stay in the back of your cash register, listening to him mumbling to himself âcommon just go say hi thatâs all you can do! Common just like you did with kirishimaâ you giggled.
But without a word he would leave. Disappointed you waited for the next day, maybe then heâll talk to you.
The next week, he finally came in the store, (with the push of a spiky redhead) he wandered around before picking up a single rose, and came to the cash.
Ever since that day, he started to come more often and stayed longer talking to you about everything and nothing.
Slowly, his visits at the store became more constant just like his presence in your life.
âAre you here to buy something or to see me?â you winked at him going in the store, leaving a flustered indigo haired man behind.
He followed you inside, taking a deep breath calming his racing heart.
âDo you like me?â you asked casually as you picked up boxes from the front desk. Eyes wide Tamaki looked at you and gulps nervously before speaking âI-um I...w-well actuallyâ
âFuck was I that obvious?â He mentally screams at himself.
You laugh at his panicked expression âIâm just kiddin Tama, you donât need to worry, come on help me with these boxesâ you say grabbing his hand drawing circles trying to calm him, but it didnât. It made him even more red and made his heart beat so fast he thought it was going to come out of his chest.
And sometime along the way, you had begun to fall for him too.
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Breaking you out of your day dream you felt a strong grip on your shoulder, you grabbed the intruders hand and twisting your body as fast you could ready to attack.
You lowered your hard after seeing your crush.
âNot bad, Y/nâ he showed you the bag of food he was holding âyouâve improved Iâm impressedâ Tamaki said pressing his hand on your lower back pushing you towards the front door of your apartment complex.
Oh yeah you had also started to take self defense lessons from Tamaki once he found out about your bluff about knowing how to fight. From that day he took it upon himself to teach you how to defend yourself in case you were abducted by another Yakuza.
âDidnât you have a meeting today with the Kyoto group?â you opened the door to your small apartment where you guys would often hang out âhow did it goâ you asked taking off your shoes.
âIt was alright i guess, they wanted to make a dealâ he spoke calmly and went to set the table for the two of you. You hummed at his answer without further questioning him because nothing good ever comes with dealing with the Mafia.
The two of you silently enjoyed the Takoyaki brought by Tamaki.
âCan you pass me a napkin?â you observed as he manifested a tentacle thanks to his quirk and handed you a napkin.
âHey Tamaâ you rested your chopstsicks on your place, resting your head on your palm looking at him as he was midway of putting an octopus ball into his mouth, he hummed in response telling you to continue.
âWith your quirk you can manifest everything you eat right?â nodding he put another ball into his mouth âso can youâŚâ you wiggled in your seat regretting what you were about to ask, but you needed an answer it was a question that kept you up during many sleepless nights.
Confused at your sudden shyness he lifted an eyebrow at you, this was very out of character for you since you were usually pretty blunt âc-can you make your semen taste like chocolate?â
Tamaki choked on his food, spitting it out looking at you with a horrified face, you scoot closer to him waiting for his answer. Unable to look at you in the eyes he raised his head looking at the ceiling rubbing his hands on his face trying to calm the rush of heat he was feeling. âTaaaammmakiiâ you whined, tugging on his arm like a child begging him to answer you, he looked at you opening his mouth but then closing it going beet red.
âOhhh did you do itâ you giggled as he blushed even harder and hid his face in his hands and you laughed harder.
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âwhat are we watching tonight?â Tamaki walked into your living dressed in gray sweatpants and a black shirt sitting on your sofa, poking you with his left foot.
It wasnât often that you got to see Tamaki dress so casually due to his job most of the time he would wear expensive suits (which made him look very hot) but there was something about him dressing down that made your heart flutter.
It was nights like these you loved the most, nights when you do nothing but stay up all night watching movies still you passed out cuddling against Tamaki.
âhmm I donât knowâ pouting as you looked through your nail polish wondering which color you should paint them next. Tamaki smiled and pointed towards the purple bottle.
âThen how aboutâ he scanned through the list of shows and movies âthisâ he said finally stopping at Avatar the last air bender.
While one would expect Tamakiâs attention to be at the screen in front of him watching the show he picked out it wasnât. He was much more interested watching you paint your nails. He watched as you stuck your tongue out while concentrating on not to make a mess.
Sheâs so cute
âdidnât you go for lunch with your friends today?â He asked his eyes glued to the tv, mouth slightly agape.
âoh yeah I did, it was funâ he hummed and laughed at something Soka said. âMy friends kept asking me if weâre together yetâ you laughed at the memory of your friends teasing to finally confess your feelings for the man.
âthen why donât weâ not paying attention to what he was saying he continued to watch tv.
Wide eyed he looked at you when it finally hit him you looked back at him in shock from the sudden confessionâi ..i mean if you want you hahaâ he panicked.
Grinning as you got up from your spot on the floor you climbed onto his lap. Tamakiâs face burned a deep shade of red as he tried his hardest to sink his head into the couch wanting it to swallow him whole.
âHey tama look at meâ you brought a hand to his cheeks caressing it softly, making him look at you as you leaned onto him giving him a kiss.
âI like youâ he breathes out as you pull away from the kiss smiling at each other âwill you go out with me?â.
You rest your forehead on his, catching your breath you nod âyes I willâ he holds you tighter holding your body next to his never wanting to let you go.
âCan I kiss you?â he whispers, his lips brushing up against yours, you nod âi'll be mad if you didn'tâ
He captured your lips in a delicate kiss. The kiss slowly escalated, becoming more rough as he pushed his tongue in your mouth. His wet muscle exploring every nook of your mouth as you submit to him, soft moans erupt from your throat as he grabs your boob giving it a squeeze.
âOh fuckâ he moans grabbing your hips pressing it harder on his crotch as you continued to grind against him.
âSomeoneâs excitedâ you smirk against his neck making it, as you grab his clothed dick gasping at size. He was big.
Stopping your movements, he stared into your eyes softly, his hand coming to caresses your face â are you okay with this if not we donât need to go furtherâ he reassured. Smiling, you took his hand and kissed it, âI want it Tamaki, I want you.â
He pulled your shirt over your head throwing somewhere in the room, eyes lingering on the lace white bra. His hand was quick to go back on your breast, squeezing it with such an eagerness that just made you wetter by seconds. Taking off the bra, he grabbed your left tit. Soon, your nipple was engulfed by his mouth, he eagerly sucked it letting the tip of his tongue roll around, making you release another moan as you grab his hair pulling him up attaching his lips with yours.
Tamakiâs tongue was back in you, eyes closed as he enjoyed the warm and sweetness of your mouth. He held your hips, lifting you up heading towards your bedroom.
Amajiki hovered over you, smiling softly, he leaned in sealing lips with yours; peppering your skin with his soft kisses and marking you all the way to your breast. His hand finally finding the soft flesh, he gave it a squeeze as his lips came in contact with your areola, you let a breathy moan as his tongue worked on teasing your erect nipples while his other hand massaged the other in pleasurable manner.
He lifted his head from your chest, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to your aching core. Spreading your thighs open, kissing the soft flesh slowly, he teasingly nips at your inner thigh marking you, ignoring the place you wanted him the most.
You grind your hips in the air, hoping it will get his attention, you whimper as he rubs circles on your clit over your underwear finally feeling some relief, you feel the cold air hit your wet core as he slides it off your legs.
âYouâre so wet, bunnyâ he hummed in approval as he twirled his finger in your wetness, content that he was able to make you feel this good. âI bet you taste good too â he murmures, his eyes darkening with lust, he props your legs into his wide shoulder.
Unable to wait any longer to taste you, he lowered his face to your folds, the feeling of his mouth on your lips, moaning as you pulled his hair telling him to continue. He moaned into you sending vibration to your core, he squeezed your thighs to signal that he understood, he ran his tongue along your dripping slit and plunged his tongue past you lips and shallowly thrusting it inside until he was lapping up your juices with fervor while you arched your back as you moaned his name âyou taste so fucking good, bunnyâ he moaned as he grinned his hips on the mattrest revealing his arousal.
Addicted to the slight bitter but sweet taste that he continued to eat you with more force.
âOhhhh fuck fuck fuckâ your legs trembled.
He knew you were close, slowly he slipped the first finger in, your walls warm and welcoming clenched his finger as he pumped it in, adding another right after. His mouth finding your clit, sucking the sensitive bud, sending pleasure coursing through your body.
âA-amajiki donât stopâ your toes curl at the sensation of his fingers curling inside you, you breathlessly moan your mind going blank as pleasure takes over. Pulling on his hair as his mouth works on your clit while his fingers work their magic, overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt from your lower stomach tightening, âAmajiki⌠i'm gonna-â before you can finish your sentence you feel the third finger slid in, you roll your eyes back feeling your walls stretch âOh god, Tamakiâ
Tamaki grinds his hips harder at the sounds coming out of your lips, his rock hard cock twitch in sweatpants âfuckâ he groaned into your heat fingers slicked with your juices as he worked them in and out of you and lapped your sweet juices with his tongue âI love when you say my name,â.
âT-tamaâ you moaned bucking your hips on his face in search of release. Only a few moments later you came hard, with his face between your thighs and into his mouth. Your vision blurred as felt Tamaki continue to eat out even after cuming so hard. âAmajikiâ you tried to get out of his grasp telling him that youâre too sensitive, he didn't move. He stayed there till you felt another wave of pleaser hit and you came into his mouth.
You were panting hard, your chest rising and falling as you felt euphoria, you watched Amajiki get up from his position between your thighs, get up to kiss you, you tasted yourself on his lips moaning as you felt his boner poking your inner thigh.
He pulls away from the kiss, whining at the loss of contact eyes following him as he gets off the bed. You watch him as he takes off his sweatpants revealing his black boxers which had a wet patch at the tip of his dick, drooling at the outline of his fat cock you imagined having it in your mouth fucking your troat till you became sore.
You get on your knees and start to crawl to where Tamaki was standing, pulling his briefs down until you were met with his painfully erect cock. Licking your lips you looked at him âcan i suck your dickâ he grabs your chin giving you a peck on the lips âsure, but not nowâ he says as he backs you up on the bed, laying you down as he starts to nip at your jaw âi wanna be inside you firstâ he whispers in your ear.
Tamaki separates your legs with his knee, placing himself between your thighs, stroking his dick as he brushes the head of his cock your wet centre. âAmaji-ahâ you feel his tip rub against your entrance, but then backing away with flushed cheeks âbaby⌠do you have any condomsâ he rubs the back of his neck. It was moments like these where you would question how this man was a mafia leader.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him on top of you kissing him, âits okay im on the pillâ you say kissing his face. He aligned himself with your dripping core, his length sliding against your folds and getting coated by your arousal. You shudder, hearing him grunt as he inserts his tip in, stretching you out. He then thrust his length in you, grunting as he felt your wall squeeze around him, once completely in he stayed still letting you adjust to his size, since he was on the bigger side.
You moaned, biting his shoulder as you felt him stretch out your walls, you felt full. â oh no baby are you okay?â Tamaki cooed still inside of you as he whipped tears from your face âshould we stop? Does it hurt?â It wasn't the first time that he had to pull out because he was too big during sex, as he got ready to pull out, you wrapped your legs around his waist kepping him in place âTama i-its okay, it doesnt hurt, youâre just bigâ you kiss his cheeks giving him a okay to move as you grip his shouldersâ as he slowly began to move.
âFuck youre so tight baby, you feel so f-fucking goodâ he let out a groan thrusting even deeper in you.
âHoly shit, your pussy feels so goodâ he moans in your mouth, picking up the pace. Your mouth drops open and you watch his brow furrow as he slips deeper into you, and fills you up. He continues to push until he finally bottoms out, he pants out a heavy breath that he's been holding out. Your eyes flutter but you fight to keep them open, and your arms wrap around his torso to grip his back.
âoh god Amajikâ you moan, hips moving to match his thrust âfeels so goodâ
âYeah?â he pants out, moving at a steady pace, and you nod in response.
Admiring how he looks on top you, lips pink and swollen from your kisses parted as soft moans and grunts pass them. His eyes dark, looking at you with insatiable hunger that told you that he was holding back.
âAmajiki harderâ you whimper, âfuck me harder.â
He pauses for a second, studying your face to make sure he was hearing this well. His breath stuttered before he let out a shaky breath.Then his hands gripped your hips in a bruising hold and he started snapping his hips as hard as he could into yours.
Your eyes roll back at the force of his hips slapping against yours. His nails dug into your supple skin and it stung but you didnât bother to care because the feeling of him stroking along your sensitive walls was too overwhelming.
âFuck babyâ he gruffly letâs put âyouâre making me feel so goodâ
Clenching around his words, you feel more of your juices coating him as he fucks you harder into the mattress.
âYou like it?â he pants â is my cock making you feel good, babyâ
You nod. You couldnât speak properly, not with the way his hips seemed to increase their speed and hit you deeper with each thrust.
âUse your words, bunnyâ he grunts into your ear. He releases your hips in favor of gripping your thighs, pausing to shift onto his knees and have a better handle of you and angle his hips just right. âYou love it donât you? You love it when I fuck you with my cock?â
âYesâ you moan âi love it, i love your cockâ
âYour close arenât you? I can feel the way you keep clenching around my cock,â
âOh god Iâm close tama, donât stopâ you say when the thrust abruptly stops when he pulls out of you, and you whimper in shock and desperation. But he doesnât allow you a second to question him before heâs gripping your hips and flipping you onto your stomach lifting your ass up. He spanks your ass and you squeal in surprise but it morphs into a moan when he shifts your hips to position himself behind you properly. Heâs slipping inside you with ease, and youâre back where you left off.
Trailing a hand from your back, all the way to your head he gripped your hair, pulling your head back to capture lips with his.
His mouth on your neck kissing his way to your ear, nibbling on it before he continued spewing filthy phrases in your ear that had you whining in blinding pleasure.
âYou're taking it so well, baby. Now be a good girl and cum on my cockâ he pants in your ear.
His hand finds your engorged clit, rubbing vigorously as he snapped his hips faster. Your mouth dropped open but no sounds came out, your voice was gone as you felt the pleasure rapidly increasing and the heat in your tummy growing larger and larger until it finally exploded.
âoh tamakiâ you moaned â fuck, Iâm cumming.â You called out his name breathlessly as if it was a mantra as you felt yourself come undone all over him.
Amajiki groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, chasing after his own. After a few deep thrusts he stops and gripping your hips as he feels himself shooting his release in you.
He stays inside for a while and you feel him kiss on your along your spine, whispering soft nothings. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty.
Unable to move your body, you let yourself fall into the mattress resting your head on your pillow.
âTiredâ you hear tamaki leaning against the headboard of your bed. He pulls your limp body making you hover over his lap, your back against his chest âbut i'm not done with you babyâ he bites your shoulder, rubbing the head of his cock on your entrance lubricating it with both of your juices.
âYeah thatâs right watch yourself as I fuck youâ he says starring right at you through the mirror. You watched him as he slipped himself inside you with ease.
He held your hips keeping you in place as you watched his length disappear in you with each hard thrust.
âOh my godâ your moan feeling the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot. âAre you gonna cum baby?â Amajiki grunts going faster, you nod grabbing his thighs to help you steady as you start to move your hips to match his pace as you feel your 4th orgasm approach.
âLook at you bouncing on my dick like a good little slutâ he growled in your ear, his hands wrapped around your throat choking you âcome for me slutâ with a couple more thrust both of you came undone.
Breathing heavily as you calmed from your high, you got off his lap and sat beside him leaning on the headboard.
You looked ahead seeing both of your reflections in the mirror; cheeks flushed and swollen lips.
Tamaki turned towards you smiling as he caressed your face leaning for a kiss.
âYou're amazing, you know that?â you smiled at him, finding him adorable in his fucked out state.
âSo are you,â you said, returning the kiss.
Tamaki gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom to get something to clean both of you up. You manage to keep your eyes open, smiling as you see Tamakiâs naked butt as he leaves the room. Reaching out your hand imagining to squish it.
You close your eyes letting the sleep take you over when you something cold on your inner thighs opening your eyes only to see Tamaki cleaning you off.
You feel the bed dip from Tamakiâs weight, you turn around laying on your back facing your lover. Smiling at him you wrap your arms around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck inhaling his sent mixed with sweat and sex.
âYou're gonna be sore tomorrowâ he places a kiss on the crown of your head âdon't blame me for it though it was you who wanted itâ he tries to mimic your moans from earlier. âShut upâ you say playfully slapping his chest he let out a low chuckles holding you tighter ready to let sleep take over.
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Shit posting again bcoz lmao I am jobless
F!MC gets reincarnated into the Mysme universe
No pairings and shit bcoz this fic idea randomly came in my mind .
Genre : isekai
Beware of typos if any
This is a "what happened to MC before she talked with Unknown in the dating app" with a pinch of isekai
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She woke up to another day in this cruel world . "Last night's sleep was extremely nice..." She thinks as her eyes are still tightly closed and her body is tucked under the covers in this hot weather...
"Wait..." She realizes something is wrong as she didn't use blankets until and unless it was REALLY cold . She opens her eyes quickly and takes a look at herself .
"These....THESE AREN'T MY PAJAMAS?!?!" She goes crazy realizing that she isn't wearing what she was wearing last night . She hurriedly gets off the unfamiliar bed and rushes to the nearest mirror whilst bumping in several objects in the unknown room . After somehow managing to find a mirror from somewhere she realizes that ....
"WHAT?!?!" She exclaims in horror as she comes to realize that it isn't her face or hair or body.
"This...this has to be a dream..!" She says as she starts pinching her arm which wasn't her arm technically but yeah
She goes around the unknown house and finds a mirror of body length .
"Holy shit...." She observes her pink hair and lilac coloured eyes in shock .
Her body colour doesn't seems to be that much different but still a minor difference could be seen .
"What the fuck..." that's all she could think after she realizes that she is indeed not dreaming and that this is reality .
"What happened to my life..my body and my..PHONE!" She realized that her very dearest, loveliest phone wasn't in her hands . Running towards the bedroom in realization she found it lying on the bed .
She picked it up and checked the time :
10:17
Wednesday xx/X/20XX
She got really confused trying to remember whether it was Friday or Tuesday the day before or not .
To her surprise a giant blue box illuminating cyan coloured light appeared above her and she ran towards the door of the bedroom as... you know gravity exists.
"Haha ... fear not young lady! " a voice came out of the box
"H-HOW CAN U TELL ME NOT TO FEAR WHEN A FLOATING BOX APPEARS SUDDENLY ABOVE MY FUCKING HEAD?!" She managed to say it out loud somehow .
"Ho ho ho! " the voice said and stopped for 2 legit seconds
"Sorry I am not Santa I know BUT I can gift you unlimited money to survive in this world until and unless the plot begins and you go with the flow." The voice said calmly .
"I- I don't even know what to say to that ... anyways who are you?" She asked in confusion .
"Uhmmm let's say that I am a person who helps people cross universes ! " the voice replied
" Wait why didn't I get informed about this?" She asked again
"Well...you see...the last person who was in your uhhh current position was extremely sad and wanted a new life so BOOM a gave her one "
"WHY did u give her MINE though?"
"Young lady it is what it is now buckle up and don't worry about that game of yours you were playing ... uh what was it called again ..? "
"Mystic messenger?"
"Ah yes that one "
Before she could ask anything else the voice disappeared along with the box
"What the-" She was alone once again . No one around her . No mystic messenger characters, No internet from her universe , NOTHING at all ...
She picked up her phone once again "ah..this shit useless now.."
Right after she received a text from the "voice" (most probably) floating in the air which informed her that her role was that of a student until and unless the plot began .
Sigh
This was the same repetitive thing but oh well-
"Wait ...I forgot to ask them which universe I am a part of..." She sighed once again in disappointed but not surprised
She decides to nap once again and figure shit out soon
But little did she know that her life was about to change in like 5 years
5 years later ~
What kinda character is even this ... she has no friends , no family members people at her school and college act like they don't know her...
She thinks to herself as she goes towards her "home" which was actually a small apartment which she realized after 1 day after getting reincarnated.
That voice hasn't sent messages in a while...has the plot began? ... for how long do I have to be so lonely .. even the pink dye from my hair has faded and my brown hair colour is visible now..
She thinks and sighs as she clutches tightly onto her shopping bag while she walks in the busy streets at night filled with commotion caused by people laughing and talking and sounds of vehicles on the main street.
The smoke coming from a nearby place made her cough .
Oh thank god I still have this with me
She thought as she took out a mask from some time ago which had a sky coloured unicorn with purple eyes and pink hair printed on it .
This reminds me so much of the unicorn from Mystic Messenger...hah ... I wish I could play it like I used to 6-5 years ago..
Crossing the streets filled with vehicles she takes out her phone and a brilliant idea comes to her mind
Dragging her feet in the dark streets with a few vehicles and tall buildings she goes and stands in a corner for a while and puts her idea into execution.
Since this universe doesn't have total copies of apps from my universe BUT it has other alternate apps there sure might be a dating app right? Oh god I am so smart but I hope it doesn't turns out like the time I searched for mystic messenger and other otome games and there were nothing of that sort ...
She thinks in half excitement and half disappointment . Heck...she has been in this world for so long that she can't remember most of the stuffs in Mystic Messenger
Downloading a dating app she thinks that it's time to say bye bye to her lonely life in this universe .
Ah let's just walk towards the apartment while finding someone to talk to even though I don't want to really return there...
She again started walking towards her "home" .
She smiled in excitement when she finally found a person to talk to but... the chat seemed a bit weird to her
Ughh things in this universe are so weird .. i am still not used to it after so many years...
Little did she know that it was a hacker in the chatroom (who was also behind her) and that she was getting herself into a real game
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This took me like 1 hr 23 mins to write lmao . Imma go and sleep now . Enjoy this weirdass creation of mine!
Yes my inspiration was the unicorn mc pfp in mysme
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Once In A Lifetime
A/N: Well guys. I guess you can say I fell down a rabbit hole....DEEP down a rabbit hole. And Iâm going to blame Walker. LOL Iâve always been a Jensen/Dean girl with Jared/Sam curiosity and after a dream I had a few nights ago, THIS happened. Now the dream was only the first part of this story, meeting them in a restaurant but them, while writing it took on a life of itâs own and I am not sorry in the least.Â
Summary: During your shift as a waitress as a restaurant in Austin, you are surprised to find two of your favorite celebrities in your section. How will that encounter cause you to have a once in a lifetime experience?Â
W/C: 11,138 words ( Iâm not the least bit sorry)
Y/N: Your Name; Y/E/E: Your employment establishment
Warnings: ogling, fantasies, smut, p in v, fingering, v on v, oral (both giving and receiving), fisting, anal play, cum play, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, squirting, daddy kink, mama kink
"Holy shit," I exclaim before clapping my palm over my mouth as there were three adorable children in the vicinity. "Sorry. My name is Y/N and I'll be your server today," I say as I try to calm down. Jared and Genevieve Padalecki were seated in my zone at Y/E/E. "Can I interest you in some appetizers or some coloring pages and crayons for the kids?"
I can't help but glance around at the five of them. They two boys sporting the longer locks like their dad and the little girl, all dolled up with her light brown hair flowing down over her shoulders. They were three of the six most adorable kids in the world; the other three being the Ackles kids but I had yet to see them in person, only on the computer. Â
âWe will take some buffalo cauliflower bites and some mozzarella cheese sticks with marinara,â the loveliest voice Iâd ever heard spoke. I look toward Genevieve to see her smiling at me, her brown eyes sparkling.Â
âAnd-â I pause to swallow. â-for drinks?â
âWhatever is on tap for Jared, Iâll take a sweet tea with lemon and the kids will have Sprite,â she tells me, the smile on her face unmoving. âGod sheâs gorgeous,â I think to myself as I write down the orders. âJared is one lucky son of a bitch.â
I grin as I tell them I will be right back with their drinks and head toward the server area. I throw my pad down on the counter and lean against it, my palms flat against the granite. How the fuck am I going to get through serving them? I have had a crush on Genevieve since I watched Wildfire a few years ago. And then when I caught an episode of Supernatural and got a glimpse of Jared, I was in lust, for both of them.Â
And now I had to cater to and serve them while being professional and less of a crazy fan. Yea that isnât going to happen. I know myself too well. Iâm going to do or say something that will absolutely humiliate myself in front of the two celebrities I have adored for years.Â
Thanks to some tactical breathing exercises while waiting on their food and an internal pep talk, I got through serving the Padalecki family and when they asked for the bill I was a bit saddened that their visit was coming to an end. I knew Iâd probably never see them again.
As I printed out their receipt I lamented the fact that the one time I met anyone famous it was at work and I couldnât ask for an autograph or photo with them. I smiled as I gave them the sales slip and walked away.Â
From my post behind the serverâs desk I watched as the five of them got up and walked toward the door. Genevieve looked my way and smiled and waved as they left. I returned the gesture and giggled.Â
After making sure the coast was clear, I approached their table to collect the payment and take it to the register. What I wasnât expecting with the cash, was a handwritten note with a phone number on it.Â
âY/N your service was magnificent. Hereâs a little tip for you and a bigger one awaits, if you are interested. (xxx)xxx-xxxx. ~Genâ
Did she really expect me to call her? Was this even her real number? What kind of tip is she referring to anyway? I look at the money in my hand to see that they have paid almost $50 more than their bill! What bigger tip than that could it be?!
I waited until my shift was over and I was in the comfort of my own vehicle before I pulled the piece of paper with the number out of my apron.
Opening the text app with shaky fingers, I typed out the response I had thought of all evening.
Hey. Is this Genevieve Padalecki? It's Y/N from Y/E/E. I was your waitress earlier.Â
Almost immediately my phone pings and I see that whomever I texted had responded.
Hey Y/N. Yes, it's me. Glad to see you found my note.
Yea, I did. What I can't figure out is why you left it. Did I do something wrong?
Oh sweetie no! You were the perfect hostess. Sweet, friendly, easy on the eyes ;)
Whoa, was this married woman flirting with me? This famous married woman who had an attractive, sexy, famous as well husband.Â
Uh, thanks.Â
You caught not only my eye but Jare's as well. We'd like to get to know you better. Have you already gotten off? From work, I mean. Ha!
Ok, if that isn't flirting then I don't know what is. That was definitely an innuendo, right?
Yes. I'm sitting in my car.
Wanna come over? The kids are in bed. Us adults can talk without interruptions.Â
Uh, okay. I'm gonna kinda need your address. I might be a fan but I'm not that kind of fan.
Gen sends me her address, along with the code to get into the gate. I realize they live in the gated community about 45 minutes away.Â
I look in the rearview and notice my hair is frizzy and half of it has fallen out of the ponytail it was in. I really didn't want to show up on their doorstep looking like a charity case but then again was I going to pass up the opportunity to get to know two of my favorite celebrities?
If you aren't interested we completely understand.
Gen's message breaks me out of my reverie and I look at it, deciding what the hell.
On my way now.Â
We can't wait to see you again Y/N!
I place my phone in the cupholder and start the car up, still in shock that I'm headed to the personal home of Jared and Genevieve Padalecki.Â
What universe am I in?!
I get to their house and Genevieve meets me at the door.
"Hey Y/N," she greets me with a smile. "Did you have any trouble getting in the gate?"
"No, it opened right up as soon as I punched in the code."Â
Gen is dressed down for the evening. Well, as dressed down as I'm sure famous rich people can be. She is wearing velour sweat shorts, probably some name brand designer and her t-shirt has the Family Business Brewery logo and name printed on it.Â
And here I look like a slob who can't care for herself. I so do not belong here.
"Come on in," Genevieve continues as she opens the door wide. "Jared is in the kitchen making us ladies some drinks."
"Uh, I don't know. I mean, I still have to drive home later."
"Or you could stay," she says as she takes my hand and stands right in front of me. Genevieve is just a couple inches taller than I am so we are practically face to face.Â
"Oh."
That's all I can say. It is glaringly obvious now what this visit is. And if I said I wasn't down for it I'd be lying!
Gen smiles as she takes her free hand and reaches behind me, pulling the tie from my hair. I feel the weight of it fall to my shoulders.Â
"That's better," she says then turns and pulls me further into the house.
We get to the kitchen and Jared is standing there, dressed down also in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. I can't stop myself as my eyes run down the length of his body.
The t-shirt doesn't do much to hide the breath of his shoulders or the bulk of his pecs, the arms of the fabric stretched tight over his biceps. As my eyes wander lower, I realize that all the rumors I'd heard about the heft and length of his 'conda were not exaggerated as I can definitely see the outline of it behind the silky material of his shorts. But what really draws my attention is the definition of his calf muscles; even relaxed they distend from his legs, the skin taut over them.
"Hey. You made it," his voice brings my attention back to his face. "I'm Jared."
"I know," I say sincerely, internally wincing at how nervous I sound. I smile to hide the uneasiness.
"Yea, I kinda figured that out at Y/E/E by your reaction," he chuckles as he hands a glass to his wife. "Gen wanted a margarita but we have some craft beer in the fridge if that is more your taste. It's really good. Our friends, Jensen and Dee, own a brewery."
"Family Business," I state with a nod. "I've wanted to go check it out but haven't had a chance, yet."
"Well, maybe we can get you a private tour sometime," he tells me with a wink. "Now, name your poison."
I settle for a Cosmic Cowboy, Jared grabs a Grackle for himself and the three of us make our way to the living room.
Their house is magnificent. There are logs, de-barked, as beams across the ceiling and even the staircase is made of the same type of wood. I'd seen it in a family picture on the internet but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd be inside this home to appreciate the beauty of it.
The Padalecki's and I talk for what seems like hours. We all seem to have so much in common. Eventually I had traded the beer for one of Jared's famous margaritas, thanks to Gen's suggestion and before I knew it I was on my third one and not feeling any pain.
A smile was glued to my face and I couldn't stop giggling. I was drinking with Jared and Genevieve Padalecki! Who would have ever thought that.
Jared takes the almost empty glass from my hand and laughs at the pout I give him.
"Ok lush," he says with his own deep giggle. "If you get too drunk we can't talk about what we invited you here for."
In my inebriated state, I say words I never in a million years thought I would ever utter. "You want to fuck me."
Jared looks surprised and glances at Genevieve, which causes me to look at her as I realize what I just said.
Can you go from intoxicated to sober in less than 5 seconds? Because I just did!
"Oh my god!" I exclaim. "I'm so sorry. I have no filter when I've been drinking."
I start to fidget and prepare to be thrown out of their house. I am taken aback when Gen smiles and says, "Yes we do."
There is a trail of clothing from the top of the staircase down the hall to where we are now. My body is being held up against the wall as Jared devours my mouth, Gen's lips on my neck and shoulder.
"You are so fucking sexy," she whispers and I whimper into her husband's mouth. "You caught my eye as soon as we walked into Y/E/E this evening. I knew I wanted you and Jared agreed."
"Let's take this into the bedroom," Jared murmurs against my lips and hoists me up by the back of my thighs, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist.
He carries me into the room with Genevieve following closely behind. He lays me back on the bed and hovers over me, his body pressed tightly to mine. I can feel his erection digging into my lower stomach.
"Jared," Gen calls in a sultry, seductive voice. "Share."
Jared pushes up off of me and Gen steps between my open knees. "Let's get these panties off of you," she says and I notice that she has already removed hers plus her bra and is standing at the edge of the bed in all her naked glory.
To say Genevieve Padalecki was beautiful would be an understatement but her nude? Well it just amped up the sexiness by a bajillion. She has no hair on her pussy, shaved (or waxed) clean. Her tits are perfect handfuls with pretty little rosy pink nipples that are erect and hardened.Â
She has pulled her soft brown hair up into a makeshift bun and I watch as she reaches forward, her dainty fingers curling into the hem of my plain panties. Thank god I took the time before work to landscape!
She gasps as my equally shaven cunt is exposed as she pulls the garment down my legs and off my feet.Â
"Such a pretty little pussy huh Jared?"
Jared comes back into my line of vision and he smiles at me before his eyes trail down to look at my bare body.
"So pretty," he says breathlessly as his hands come up and around his wife, his big hands covering her tits. "Bet it tastes so good. You gonna let Gen eat you out Y/N? Let her taste that sweet box."
I nod and he tsks. "Words Y/N. Use your words little kitten."
I swallow audibly and speak. "Yes. I want Gen to eat my pussy."
Gen smiles as she turns her head and kisses Jared passionately. After a few seconds though he pulls away, and pushes her closer to me. "Get to licking, baby while I open you up."
Gen bends down and I feel her hands on the inside of my thighs close to my center. The first touch of her tongue against my folds has me moaning like a porn star. She doesn't even breach my slit, just licks up the middle and then sucks on my outer lips. Â
She moans and I look to see Jared has disappeared, on his knees behind her eating her out as she does the same to me. I can already feel the coil deep inside constricting. This is the most erotic sexual experience I have ever or will ever have!
When Gen does finally lick me open, she immediately wraps her lips around my clit suckling and flicking the tip with her soft tongue. I feel a finger stroking around my entrance before it enters me.Â
"Mmmmm," Gen moans and I open my eyes that I didn't even realize were closed. Jared is back in my line of sight, looking down as he notches his cock at her entrance.
He then places his hands on her hips and drives himself forward, burying inside his wife. Gen moans against my skin and I feel that coil tightening. I don't want to cum just yet so I brace against it, holding my release back.
With Jared's deep hard thrusts Gen's body bounces forward pushing her face closer into my pussy. She trades her finger inside me with her tongue and her thumb is rubbing circles around my clit as she licks my fluttering walls.Â
My orgasm is bearing down and I'm beginning to fear I won't be able to hold it back. Â
Jared is grunting and groaning behind her, his eyes fixate on his wife's task of fingering me and licking my clit and labia.Â
There is so much pressure between my legs I have to bite my lip to contain the scream that is begging to be released.
"Holy fuck!" Gen exclaims, pulling my attention to her. "Look babe. I have my whole hand inside her."
Jared's eyes travel to the spot and they widen as they take in the view. "Fuck! That is so goddamned hot."
Gen begins a soft thrust with her arm, twisting her wrist and letting her fingers hit my sweet spot. I see stars as I yell out. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Go on Y/N. Cum all over Gen. She wants it."
I let go and the pressure lessens as I feel my walls constrict and liquid squirts out around Gen's hand.
"God that was hot!" They both exclaim simultaneously and laugh. Gen bends down and begins licking and suckling at my cunt as Jared continues his hard pace.
He slaps her ass twice and then stills, groaning as I'm sure he is shooting his load inside her. Gen places her forehead on my inner thigh, catching her breath as Jared pulls out and looks down with a smile.Â
"Baby you are leaking so much cum it's dripping on the floor."
When Gen moves out of the way, I get my first look at Jared's massive dick. And when I say massive, I mean massive. Not only is it ginormous in length but the girth is unbelievable. How does he keep something that size hidden so well?
His hand is around the still-hard member and he looks at me as he fists up and down. "You ready?"
"Yes," I tell him confidently although inside I am not.
Gen has left the room, gone into their ensuite to clean up I'm sure. "Should we wait?" I ask hesitantly.Â
"Nah, she knows I plan to fuck your brains out. She'll rejoin shortly."
âOkay,â I say with a nod and watch as Jared climbs onto the bed, walking on his knees to place himself between my legs. He is still fisting his cock, the mixture of his and his wifeâs release lubricating the movement.Â
âCan I kiss you?â he asks tentatively and I look up at him. He has one palm on the mattress beside my head and is hovering over me, but not touching.
I nod and then with a quirk of his eyebrow I remember his request, to use words. âYes. Please kiss me Jared.â
Jared leans down and brushes his lips against mine softly but firmly. When his tongue touches the seam of my mouth, I open for him allowing him to lick into me. The kiss quickly becomes deeper, more passionate. My hands automatically reach up and my fingers entwine in the long locks on his head, pulling him closer.
Losing his balance, Jared falls on top of me, his hand that was holding him up, cupping the side of my face as we both get lost in the kiss. I can feel his moist, damp dick on my stomach and it causes me to writhe. God, I so desperately want that monster inside me!
The bed dips with Genâs return and her hands run over the part of my skin that is visible under Jaredâs large form.Â
âYou two look so fucking hot together,â she whispers as she kisses along my neck. âY/N, you going to let Jared fuck you? Feel that big dick of his filling up that perfect little pussy?â
I canât answer her because Jared is still kissing me senseless so I whimper and dig my fingers into his scalp. Her words are music to my ears, the assurance and suggestion of what all he is planning to do to me all the encouragement I need. She is okay with me fucking Jared; she is actually urging it. I pull away, opening my eyes to see his hazel ones, lidded and filled with lust.Â
âFuck me Jared,â I say and he smiles as he lifts himself and grabs his dick, notching it at my entrance.Â
âReady baby?â
I nod and smile before saying, âMore than ready.â
The stretch of my walls around his dick is a pleasured pain. It feels so good as he keeps sliding deeper in until it feels as if his tip is going to puncture through my cervix. I look down between us to see that he is to the root inside me and it makes me wetter, if thatâs even possible.Â
Gen pinches my chin between her thumb and fingers and turns my head to look at her. âY/N, Jared is going to fuck you like youâve never been fucked before. Are you ready?â
âYes,â I answer breathlessly.Â
Gen claims my lips with her own as Jared slowly and torturously pulls out until just the head of his dick is inside me. I feel his hands grip my hips and then he plunges into me in one swift movement. I canât help but cry into her mouth as he sits the same fast hard pace as he had with her, his dick stretching my pussy and digging in deep.
I pull away from Genâs mouth to yell. âHOLY SHIT! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!â
âYea, you like that donât ya?â Jared pants as he keeps thrusting into my willing body. âYou like being impaled on my big dick huh?â
âYes! Yes! YES!â
Gen reaches between us and uses her fingertip to rub circles on my clit, making that coil deep inside me tighten. I am going to be cumming any minute now, I know it. I canât hold it back even if I tried.
âYou going to let Jared fill you up. Pump you full of his cum until youâre leaking like I was? Yea, you are, arenât you? You want to feel him throbbing and shooting his load into your womb.â
Her words make my eyes roll into the back of my head and I scream as I feel my climax bearing down. Without any more prompting from either of them, I once again feel that pressure from earlier and before I know it I am squirting out around Jaredâs dick, my release splashing against his thighs.
âFuck!â he exclaims as he ramps up his efforts and suddenly I feel the warmth of his cum and the throb of his length as he empties inside me, his grunts and groans barely heard over the blood pumping through my ears.Â
Jared claims my mouth again, his cock still buried deep in my pussy as it softens.Â
I just fucked this man while his wife watched, after having her way with me. Whose life is this?!
My eyes slowly open as I come to consciousness. I am hot, sweaty and uncomfortable and the need to pee is overwhelming. I go to roll over but am met with resistance, from both behind and in front of me. What the hell?
I fully open my eyes and take in the view. That is not my ceiling and this is not my bed. My mattress has never been this soft, even when it was new. I look down and see the ivory sheets and the maroon comforter and it all comes back to me.Â
I fucked Jared AND Genevieve Padalecki! I am in their bed, in their house snuggled up between them. I had sex with a married couple; not once, not twice but three times they fucked the daylights out of me. And I enjoyed every second of it.
I squirm as I feel something moving inside me, slowly making its way out of my body and sigh when I feel a clump of Jaredâs cum slide out and down my ass, landing on the sheet under me. God, he cummed so hard and so much last night, filling both me and Gen up.Â
And as good as it felt, it tasted even better. Especially out of Genâs pussy. I had licked it right up as it poured out of her hole and onto my lips and tongue and she reciprocated before we teamed up and took turns swallowing him down, his palms cupping the back of our heads as we knelt in front of him, licking and sucking his cock.
My bladder takes me out of my reminiscence as the urge to piss becomes palpable and I wiggle and shift until I am out from under Jaredâs arm and go to crawl over Genâs sleeping form, unintentionally waking her.
âHey sweetie. Where are you going?â she asks sleepily and the torpor in her voice is sexy and sensuous.Â
âI gotta pee,â I tell her and she smiles before lifting her head to kiss me.Â
âOk baby. Hurry back.â
I walk into the ensuite and quickly sit on the toilet to do my business, still reeling from the events of last night. How the hell did I end up here? And how am I going to recover from having my dreams come true? How am I supposed to go back to my normal, boring existence after such an experience?
As I finish up and wash my hands, I decide that Iâm going to leave while the leaving is good. What if they regret it? What if it wasnât what they expected? What if I was just a first choice when they decided to have a threesome? Too many what ifâs and not enough answers for my taste.
I tiptoe back into their room and grab my panties from the floor, pulling them on when I realize the rest of my clothing is thrown throughout the hallway. Shit! If the kids were up and strolling around the house they would see the waitress from the restaurant in their house half naked.Â
âY/N?â Genâs voice causes me to turn my head to see her up on one elbow looking at me confused. âYouâre not leaving, are you?â
âY-yea. I think that would be best, donât you?â
âHell no. Get your perky little ass back in the bed,â she said authoritatively. âAnd take off those panties. I want to be able to touch you and caress you.â
I do as she says and she scoots closer to her husband as she pats the mattress in front of her. I climb in beside her and she promptly pulls me to her, her hand cupping my sex as she kisses along my ear. She whispers, âIâm never going to get tired of this pretty little pussy,â as she begins drawing circles on my clit and running her fingers down my folds. "Could eat it everyday and never get enough.â
I whimper at her words and she smiles against my skin. âYouâd like that wouldnât you? Me eating you out everyday, fucking you with my tongue, my fingers, my fist. Shit, Iâm getting wet just thinking about it.âÂ
Her fingers tease my opening before two of them slide inside, curling up to hit that sweet spot. My back arches off the bed as I moan. âYea, you like that donât you. You like me fingering you.â She scissors her digits open and closed as we both groan at the slick that has accumulated.Â
âCum baby,â she urges. âCome on Mamaâs hand.â
My climax comes out of nowhere as Gen sits up, propping her body with her free hand as he other works me furiously through my release. I watch her with bated breath as she removes her hand and licks her fingers clean. âMmm, tasty.â
When she is done, she leans down and kisses me, her tongue prodding into my open lips, letting me taste the sweetness of my tang on it. I run my fingers through her hair, fisting them.Â
âJesus, what a sight to wake up to,â we hear Jaredâs groggy voice and pull apart, looking at him. His hazel eyes are sparkling and there is a smug grin on his lips. âI could get used to this.â Gen turns and kisses him just as passionately as we had just kissed and I hear Jared groan, knowing he is tasting the remnants of my release.Â
Ok, so maybe this wasnât something they regretted. This was what they both wanted and still want and Iâd be lying if I said I didnât want it too. Maybe I had been the first opportunity theyâd come across when they decided to have a threesome but Iâm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I would gladly take whatever they wanted to give.Â
And from the sounds and sights coming from the bed beside me, I was about to have another out of this world sexual escapade with two of the hottest people on the planet.Â
Iâm sitting in the kitchen at the bar in my panties and a t-shirt Gen gave me drinking a cup of coffee and watching Jared move about the kitchen, cooking eggs and making toast.
A pair of slender arms wrap around me from behind, startling me. âMorning baby,â Gen purrs as she kisses my shoulder.
I tense up afraid of getting caught if one of their kids walk in. âUh, whereâre the kids?â
âItâs Wednesday. They always have a playdate with the Ackles kids on Wednesday,â Gen says as she comes around and sits beside me. âWeâre good. Francine took them over and will bring them back this afternoon.â
âOh. Okay,â I say hesitantly. Iâm relieved that I donât have to worry about being found out but Iâm also nervous because the three of us are alone in the house. What exactly did they have planned?Â
âItâs okay sweetheart,â Jared says as he sits two plates of eggs, toast and jam in front of his wife and myself. âWe all need to talk anyway. And the kids do not need to hear what we have to discuss.â
Well, there goes my good feeling down the drain. Now is when they are going to drop the bomb; tell me that it was all fun and games but theyâve satisfied their curiosity and Iâm on my own. God, how can I be so dumb. What made me think that two celebrities would want me to stick around?
I push the food around on my plate as I try to come up with a way to take the blow and leave with my head held high.
âJared Tristan,â Gen admonishes. âLook what youâve done. You went and made her feel bad. Honey,â she says as she places a hand on mine. âItâs not bad; what we want to talk about. I promise.â She leans over and places a chaste kiss to my lips. âNow eat up so we can get to it. I think you might need your energy if Iâm reading this situation correctly.â
I try my best to eat as much of the food as I can with my stomach still in knots and my anxiety level through the roof. Gen clears her plate and then looks at me, silently asking if Iâm finished. I nod and clear my throat. âYes, thank you.â Â
Jared grabs my hand and pulls me off the stool, dragging me toward the living room once again. Last night, this is the same exact place that they propositioned me and invited me into their bed. Now, here we are again, apparently discussing something new.
I wait with bated breath as Gen makes her way into the room, carrying her and my coffee cups, sitting mine on the table in front of me.
âFirst off,â she begins as she turns to look at me, one leg under her bottom. âDid you enjoy it?â
âWh-what?â I ask in shock. Was she actually asking if I enjoyed having sex with them?
âDid you have a good time? With us?â
âDuh,â I answer cringing at my snarkiness. âYes, I enjoyed it and I had an amazing time. And I understand if this was a one-off; something you wanted out of your systems. I get it. And I promise not to speak a word of it to anyone.â
Jared chuckles and Gen throws her head back, laughing. âOh honey. I donât care about that. Hell, scream it from the rooftops for all I care. We want to know if youâd like to continue.â
To say I am floored is an understatement. They are actually asking if I want to keep having sex with them? Have I died and gone to Heaven?
âReally?â I gasp. I never in a million years would have ever thought this was what we needed to discuss.
âYes, really,â Jared tells me from the armchair. âWe understand if it is too much. We, uh-â he pauses to rub the back of his neck and chuckle. â-got a little enthusiastic last night. Itâs usually not that acrobatic. But yea, we want to know if you want to keep this going.â
I nod as my brows furrow and I look down at my hands, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of Genâs shirt. How can I answer without sounding too enthusiastic or overly eager?
âSweetie?â Gen asks, leaning down to look into my eyes. âAre you okay? Is it too much?âÂ
The worry in her voice is what gets me. Is she actually afraid I am going to turn them down? But I have to know something first.
âCan I ask a question?â
âSure.â
âWhy me? I mean, was I just the first girl you came across once you decided to have a threesome?â
Gen and Jared both chuckle. âNo baby,â Gen assures me. âThis isnât our first time doing this. Weâve had threesomes before. We, uh- should we tell her Jare?â
âSheâll find out eventually,â he answers his wife. âGo on.â
âWe had a relationship with Jaredâs co-star Jensen for a few months. It went really well but then we decided to end it, amicably before we all got married. He was dating Danneel but she was living in LA while he was up in Vancouver with us. And well, we fucked. Not Jare and Jen, they just uh, shared me. Although they did get close to kissing once in a competition to see who could get me off first by eating me out simultaneously.â She ends with a laugh and I look over to see Jared blushing.
âNow, that...that cannot and should not be repeated,â he says, clearing his throat. âWe just got too close and our tongues touched thatâs all.â He explained my unanswered inquiry.
âSo, this isnât your first time having a threesome with another guy?â I ask. âBut is it a first with another girl?â
âYes,â they both answer resolutely. âYou are our first female conquest.â Gen finishes before she laces her fingers with mine. âWhen I saw you yesterday at Y/E/E, I liked you immediately. Even though I could tell you knew who we were you kept it professional and when I asked Jared what he thought about you, I could tell by the way he looked at you he wanted you. We both did. Thatâs why I left my number. Figured itâd be safer to leave mine than his in case someone else found the note.â
âItâs in my car,â I smiled at her. âI wasnât about to throw it away.â
âSee, you knew. You might have not realized you knew, but you knew me leaving you my number was a big risk.â
âSo?â Jared asks as both Gen and I turn to look at him. âIs this something you can see continuing?â
âAbsolutely!â I answer confidently and certain. âI will be the third wheel for you guys.â
âOh honey, in this relationship, we are all equals,â Gen says as she smoothes her hand over my hair. âNow, letâs talk about the rules.â
The 'rules' as I soon discover aren't really rules at all. Mostly we discuss what kind of things are turn-ons and what are turn-offs.Â
I find out that Gen loves oral, receiving and giving, whether it be male or female. She requests to be called Mama in the bedroom and is unopposed to anal play.
Jared's turn-ons include oral as well, he loves to maintain dominance over his lovers and inquired as to whether I am opposed to that aspect. I tell him an unwaveringly no. I will submit and comply with his control.Â
When asked what I prefer, I shrug my shoulders. I'd never given it much thought. Sure, I'd had partners before; I wasn't a virgin by any means but to actually sit and think and come up with stuff I liked and didn't like was new to me.Â
"Okay," Gen says, aware of my discomfort. "Well, we know you like oral, both giving and receiving it. And you like fucking, we are very well aware of that." She continues with a smile. "Are there any positions you're more fond of than others?"
"Uh, I like doggy style," I say, feeling my cheeks heat up. Good god, I've had sex with these people and I'm getting embarrassed!
"Hey now. None of that," Gen coos. "This is a judgment free zone."
I nod, feeling more confident. "I like it when, uh...when you pulled my hair while I was eating you out. And," I turn to look at Jared. "I liked when you spanked her while fucking into her. That was hot, but not like you know, hard or a lot of smacks but...yea."
He smiles at me and nods. "Good to know kitten."
"Anything else?" Gen presses.
"Uh, nothing I can think of right now. No, but permission to revisit this if I do think of something?"
"Of course sweetie."
"One last thing," Jared announces and I turn to look at him. "Move in with us?"
When the kids come in later with their nanny, they stop in their tracks when they see me sitting on the couch with their parents, platonically of course.
The two older ones, Tom and Shep, recognize me and ask their mom why the lady from the restaurant is here while the little girl, Odette, climbs onto Jared's lap and burrows into his chest, peeking out and glancing at me.
"This is our friend. Her name is Y/N and she's going to be staying with us," Gen eases the information to the boys.Â
The middle child, Shep, is the first one to speak. "Does she like dinosaurs?"
Gen looks at me with joy and laughter in her eyes. I smile and tell Shep, "Dinosaurs are magnificent! My favorite is the pterodactyl. What's yours?"
The discussion between the boys and I quickly turns to which dinosaur would win if they were all in a battle to which dinosaur could survive if they were to come back alive and be in the world as it is today.
Odette finally warms up and makes her way to my side, telling me that Mommy dinosaurs have to wear makeup while Daddy dinosaurs go to work.
I had been terrified of how the kids would accept the fact that I was going to be living with them but I had nothing to worry about.Â
Kids are resilient though. They can adapt and adjust to just about anything. The three Padalecki kids have no problem knowing there is a new person living in their home but I also know the real talk is going to come after dinner and after Francine leaves for the evening.
Gen and I work together that night, getting the dinner dishes cleaned off and stacked in the dishwasher. Every so often, Gen would glance around and then pull me into a kiss, keeping it mostly innocent and chaste. The only thing not innocent is when her hands would roam and grab a boob or my ass or one time she ran her hand down my crotch, pressing on my clit.Â
Once the kitchen is cleared, the two of us join Jared and the kids in their playroom where we decide to tell them what is actually going on.
Tom and Shep were sitting on the floor playing with toy cars, making engine noises while Odette sat on her dad's lap, coloring.Â
"Guys," Gen speaks, getting the boys' attention. "Can you come over here for a moment. Family meeting."
Tom and Shep get up and walk to the table and stand, looking between the three adults in the room.
"Okay, you know how we have taught you all that honesty is always best? And that lying will only get you into more trouble?"
"Yes ma'am," they say in unison.
"Okay. Well your dad and I are going to be honest with you. Y/N is not only our friend, she is our girlfriend. We like her like we like each other; like Unkie Jensen likes Auntie D. And she likes us.
"You will see us-both of us- hug Y/N and kiss her just like we do each other. If you have a bad dream at night and come to our room she is going to be in bed with us. But we will always, always make room for you. You three are our littlest loves and there isn't anything in this world we wouldn't do for you.
"Also, Y/N is the boss as much as your dad and I are so whatever she says goes. If she tells you it's time for bed you don't try to haggle your way out of it. If she tells you you've had enough candy, you listen. She is the adult, you are not. You understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Okay. Do you have any questions?"
They shake their heads no and Gen smiles as she reaches out to ruffle Shep's hair and then Tom's.
"You can go play for another hour and then it's time for baths and bed."
The boys go back to their spots and continue their game.
"Well that went better than I was expecting," I say with a laugh.
"Our boys are smart," Jared says with an air of pride.Â
Odette looks up at him with a scoff, which causes both Gen and I to laugh.
"You're smart too lil O," he tells her before placing a kiss on her temple.Â
When it's time for baths, Tom asks that I help him so I follow him to his room where he picks out a set of pajamas and underwear. We walk down the hall to the bath and he undresses as I begin filling the tub.
"Y/N?" Tom says as he washes his hair.Â
"Yea?"
"Do you love us?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even. This was not a question I was expecting from a 7 year old.
"Mommy said that you like them like they like each other. And I know mommy and daddy love each other and they love us just like Unkie Jen loves Auntie D and JJ and Arry and Zeppy. So do you love us too?"
I'm not sure how to answer his inquiry. Do I love him and his siblings? Sure, what's not to love about three of the best behaved kids I have ever encountered.Â
They took their Mom's news in stride, like it was no big deal that both their parents had a girlfriend, like it was normal.
"Yes, Tom. I love you and Shep and lil O. How could I not? You three are awesome," I laugh trying to break the tension. "Plus we can talk about dinosaurs without people giving us weird looks."
"Do you love Mommy and Daddy too?"
Well, there it is. The one question I was hoping to avoid because I didn't have an answer. I don't know the answer.
Do I love Jared and Genevieve? I know I've lusted after them both for years and the three of us have had the most remarkable, memorable sex of my existence, but love? Wasn't it too soon?
"I think it is time to finish your bath before you turn wrinkly like a raisin," I tell him instead.Â
It is only a few weeks later that those three words are shared between us.Â
As we are readying for bed, Gen and I doing a skincare routine in front of the bathroom mirror Jared waltz in and lifts the toilet seat, not caring to relieve himself while we are in the room.
After he finishes and he rights himself, he wiggles between us to wash his hands. We both laugh at his antics and while drying his hands he kisses Gen, telling her he loves her and then turns to kiss me.
"I love you too," he whispers against my lips and my eyes widen at his proclamation.
The whole world stills, the Earth quits spinning and the air stops flowing as he presses his lips to mine again.
"Y/N?" Gen calls to me and everything begins moving again. "Are you okay sweetie?"
"Uh." That's the only thing I can utter. Jared just told me he loves me. He just dropped those three precious words like it was nothing.Â
"Do you not love me? Us?" Jared asks as he pulls away and looks down at me.Â
My eyes well up with tears and I can't stop my body shaking if I wanted to.Â
"Yes," I answer with a laugh. "I love you so much!"
Jared wraps me up in a kiss again, deepening it as he bends me backwards. We pull away with smiles. Â
"I love you. I love you. I love you," I say repeatedly.
"I love you Y/N," Gen proclaims as she pulls me into a hug before kissing me senseless.
That night we don't fuck. The three of us make love to one another, proclaiming our love and devotion to one another over and over until we each find our climaxes together, as one.Â
On Friday we decide it is time to visit the Family Business Brewery to stock up on some more beer since the supply at home is getting low.
I'm nervous as hell as today I get to meet Jared and Gen's best friends and former lover. Jensen and Daneel and the kids have been away, up in the north visiting family and now they are back and the plan is to hang out at FBB to let the kids play on their playground.Â
The Ackles know that Jared and Gen have someone they want them to meet but as I find out on the way there, they have no idea just what I am to the Padalecki's. They just think it's a new friend.
As we pull up, the parking lot is half-full with vehicles and people milling about ready to go inside and sample some the craft beer that is brewed onsite.
I look toward the building and immediately can make out Jensen's silhouette. Probably because of the crowd that has amassed around him. Being one of the main characters on the country's hit sci-fi show and part owner of this place drew a bigger crowd to the brewery than the alcohol did apparently.Â
I notice that over half of the guests have some type of Supernatural paraphernalia, be it a t-shirt, a purse, or just a photo or something they hoped to get autographed.
The crowd finally disperses and Jensen finally makes his way to us, a smile on his face and a beer glass in his hand.Â
"Hey guys. Glad you could make it. Dee is inside helping Gino run the bar since we are down a person," he explains and then his eyes narrow in on me. "Hello. I'm Jensen."
"Y/N," I say with a nod.
"Jay, this is our girlfriend." Gen tells him and I watch for his reaction. He is one hell of an actor because other than a quick widening of his green eyes, he fixes his face into one of nonchalance.Â
"So, you're stillâŚ..doing that?" he asks lowly before taking a drink of his beer.
"We hadn't for a while," Jared speaks up. "Since you but yea, we now share a girlfriend."
"Nice," Jensen smiles but I can tell it's not a happy-for-you one; it's more forced, more strained.
Daneel finally comes out to join us and Gen introduces me much the same way she announced me to Jensen.Â
"Oh wow!" Daneel exclaims. "I, uh, didn't know you two were into that sort of thing."
So apparently she had no idea that a few years ago, Jensen had been in my position. Good to know as now I can be more aware of what to say and what to keep to myself.
The day is nice in the grove where the brewery is located. The heat from the sun is abated by the gentle breeze that flows through the trees.Â
Jared and Jensen, and sometimes Gen get pulled away a few times by excited fans asking for pictures of just to chat, leaving Daneel and I watching the kids.
I can tell she is dying to ask questions so once there is no one close by, I turn to her and tell her. "You can ask."
"Oh thank god! It's been killing me. How does it work? Do you all sleep together? Have sex together?"
I smile at her questions. And with living with the Padalecki's I have come to also believe the truth is better than lying philosophy.
"We love one another and we work together raising the three most amazing kids I've ever met. Well, until now; the Ackles kids are pretty fantastic." I pause to smile at her. "Yes, we share a bed each night. Sometimes I'm in the middle, sometimes Gen. It just depends on who needs the assurance and safety net the most.Â
"And yes we have sex together. As with the sleeping arrangement, we take turns on who is between the other two. Sometimes Jared fucks Gen while she eats me out and sometimes I eat her out while being whaled on by the big moose."
Daneel throws her hands up and shakes her head. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry I asked. That was a visual I did not need. And now it's stuck in my head."
She storms off and I can't help but laugh at her reaction. I mean, she asked after all. I just hope I didn't ruin her friendship with my lovers.Â
Later that night, when I tell Jared and Gen about it they laugh and assure me that it's nothing Daneel won't get over; that she just probably will never ask me anything ever again.Â
Over the next few months, I learn just how close the Padalecki's and the Ackles' are as we tend to spend every holiday together and attend each other's kid's birthday parties.
Daneel continues to be cordial to me but doesn't inquire any further into my relationship with Gen and Jared.Â
That may also be because after paparazzi got a photo of Gen and I at the store holding hands and ran with the story that Gen and Jared were obviously on the splits, the three of us sat down to an interview with People magazine and told the world that the Padalecki's marriage and relationship was still going strong and made it known that they were also in a relationship with me.
After that, the buzz of it all settled down and everything went back to semi-normal. There would be some gossip on the internet about us or we'd received unmarked mail containing threats of damnation but, with the help of my girlfriend and boyfriend, I learned to let it all slide.
People would always have their opinions. I just had to get used to them being different than my own. The world wasn't going to stop turning just because I was in a relationship with a married couple.Â
A year to the day that Jared and Gen had entered my life when they visited Y/E/E found us all in the kitchen; Jared and Gen sitting at the counter while I cooked us an anniversary dinner.
"Can you believe it's been a year?" Gen says as I pull the roasted chicken from the oven. "One year since we decided to go out to eat and run into the most beautiful human we've ever seen."
"A year since you left your number on a piece of paper before we left and waited patiently for her to call," Jared continues. "One whole year of the most magnificent mind-blowing sex of my life!"
"A year since I thought you leaving your number was a prank or a mistake but texted it anyway. A year ofâŚ.hell, the best year of my existence, " I tell them as I plate up the chicken, pasta and asparagus before turning and placing their plates in front of them.
"I love you both so much."
"We love you equally," Gen says before we set about eating the dinner I cooked.Â
The kids were staying over at the Ackles' so we had the house to ourselves.
Jared cleared the kitchen after dinner and dessert while Gen and I went up to the bedroom to get ready in our matching lingerie that we purchased special for the occasion.Â
"Jared is going to flip when he sees us," Gen says as she comes up behind me in the mirror. "Fuck, are we lucky. Sweetie you are absolutely gorgeous. I can't wait to pull this off of you," she says kisses my shoulder, grazing her teeth across my skin. "With my teeth."
I shudder at the thought and reach back tangling my hand in her hair, kissing her passionately.Â
"Same goes for you darling," I tell her as we hear Jared coming up the stairs.
Gen and I rush to get on the bed, laying back in nothing but lace and silk waiting for Jared to enter the bedroom.
"Fuck. Me!" he exclaims as he walks in and sees us. "God damn, baby girls, you're going to give this ole man a heart attack," he says, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.Â
As we both promised, we put a show on for Jared; disrobing one another with nothing but our teeth and lips.Â
Gen finally squirts after I bury my face in her sweet cunt, licking all around with my fingers knuckle deep inside her. Her breathing is labored as I pull away, leaving my fingers wiggling inside and turn my head to kiss Jared.
He groans as the tang of her juices mixed with my taste floods his mouth and I begin fingering Gen again, feeling her walls fluttering and quivering around them.Â
"You like that Mama?" I ask as I pull away from my boyfriend. "You want more? I can recreate our first night."
"Fuck yes!" Gen screams. "Fist me baby."
I curl my fingers down and work my closed fist into her sopping wet pussy easily, twisting my wrist as she writhes above me. I lean down and suck her clit between my lips, flicking the nub with my tongue.Â
"Shit! I'm going to cum again," she pants and I take my fingers and press against her sweet spot. Her thighs clamp around my head as she climaxes.Â
Jared walks around behind me and I feel the swath of his tongue lick from my clit to my entrance and up to my ass. It isn't the first time he's ate me like that and it is erotic and obscene and I love it.
When Jared's tip notches at my opening, I wiggle my hips and he slaps his palm down on my asscheek. I moan as I lay my forehead against Gen's leg. Jared spanks me once more before he slams into me, burying his whole length in one thrust.Â
"Oh fuck! Yes!" I yell out as he begins a pounding pace. His hands gripping my hips tight enough to leave bruises.
Gen finally recuperates enough to join in, kissing me senseless and whispering not-so-sweet nothings in my ear.
"Jared is fucking you real good ain't he? You're taking all that cock. You gonna let him put a baby in you? Yea you are, aren't ya? Get all big and round with a Padalecki growing in you. You want that? You want Jared to cum deep inside and impregnate you?"
"Uh huh," is all I can muster as Jared keeps pounding into me from behind, his balls bouncing up to slap my clit.
"Jared, put a baby in our baby girl. Fill her little pussy up."
"Yes Daddy. Please," I say, finally getting my voice. "Please daddy put your baby in me."
"Oh god. Yea, I can do that. I can definitely do that."
"Mama?" I call out to Gen who lays down to meet my eyes. "Are you sure? This is what you want?"
"Yes baby. I want to watch you grow our baby inside you. I love you sweet girl. And I know you'll be the best mom, you already are to Tom, Shep and O."
She smiles before capturing my lips with hers, wrapping her hand in my hair and tugging, making me whimper and whine.
Jared stills behind me as I feel his dick throbbing and spurting, filling me with his cum and hopefully getting me pregnant. It seems to go on and on before he finally slumps and pulls out of me, only to prod his softened dick back inside and thrusts, making sure the release goes where it needs.
If we made a baby together tonight or not, I know these two beautiful people, my lovers, will be here with me through the celebration or if need be, the act of trying until we succeed.Â
Six weeks later, I find myself peeing on a stick. I haven't told anyone but my period is about 8 days late and I've always been regular.Â
I wait for the timer to go off on my phone, staring at the test laying facedown on the sink. Am I pregnant? Am I just late? But then if that's the case, why am I late?Â
The device dings and I hesitantly reach for the test, turning it over to find out the result.
As I walk down the stairs, I hear my family in the front room laughing and just being goofy, none of them aware of what I hold in my hand. The small thin piece of plastic that is going to change everything.Â
I stand at the doorway and just watch the five of them. I love them all so much and am grateful that they are now a part of my life. The kids accepted me and made me feel welcomed and loved from the very beginning and now they sometimes call me Mommy Y/N. It warms my soul when they utter those words.Â
Jared and Genevieve. I never thought I could find a love like I have with them. It is an all-consuming love. They are so kind, caring and generous. The three of us are in love and we are about to bring another life into the mix.Â
âHey guys,â I call out getting their attention. Shep runs and wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head on my stomach, like he knows his new little brother or sister is growing inside me. But that canât be, I havenât said a word to anyone much less the kids.
I ruffle his hair and he looks up at me with a smile. âWhy donât you go sit on the sofa with your parents?â I request. âI have something to tell you all.â
âWeâre having a baby,â I announce, not wanting to drag this out. I am happy, ecstatic even and I am hoping, ok Iâm pretty sure this news will be accepted with joy.Â
âWhat?â Gen exclaims, a smile blossoming on her face. âReally?â
âYea,â I answer as I hold up the pregnancy test with the two bold blue lines. âIâm pregnant.â
Gen gently lifts O off her lap and jumps up, rushing to hug me and pulling me into a kiss. Weâve never hidden our relationship from the kids so to see their Mom and I kissing is no big deal to them.
When she pulls away, Gen looks at me with tears in her eyes. "We're having a baby?"
"Yea we are," I tell her, my own tears making themselves known.Â
Suddenly Jared is pulling us both into his chest, his long strong arms holding us close.
"Where's the baby?" O asks as she looks around and in the floor. "I wann' see it."
We laugh as we break apart, going to join them on the sofa.Â
I pull O onto my lap while Gen holds Shep and Tom is propped on his Dad's knee.
"The baby isn't born yet," I explain to my daughter. "He or she has to get big enough before it can come live with us. Right now, it's just a tiny little bean."
"I wann' see it," she repeats and I chuckle as I maneuver her around to straddle my thighs. I lift my shirt, exposing my stomach and take her hand to place under my belly button. "The baby is in here, nice and warm and growing.â
Lil Oâs eyebrows fuse together as she stares at the place her hand is and then she says, âCan I play with her when she gets here?â
I laugh and hear Gen and Jared chuckle.
âOf course you can sweetie,â I tell her. âBut maybe not when she first gets here, sheâll be itty bitty.â
âShe?â Jared says and I look at him. He practically has stars in his eyes with glee.Â
âWell O called it a she so I just ran with it. Who knows, it could be a boy,â I say with a shrug.Â
âI want a tyrannasaurus,â Shep declares.Â
âGeez buddy,â I laugh as I look down at him. âYou want me to explode? The baby is in my belly and you want it to be a dinosaur?â
âNo, I wasnât thinking about that,â Shep says, his voice remorseful.
âHey Sheppy? Itâs okay. I was just joking with you.â
âOkay,â he says as he reaches over and puts his hand on my stomach beside his sisterâs.Â
Before I know it I have three little palms against my skin, along with a slightly bigger one and a huge one over top of all of them; my family silently welcoming and loving on the new addition.
By the time Tomâs birthday comes around, I am huge! Gen had warned me that Padaleckiâs were big babies but this is outrageous. I can't see my feet at all and need help to get out of bed every morning. This little one is making my life miserable but I know in the end, it will all be worth it.
We had decided against finding out the gender, mainly because I was still leery about how correct those results could be. So the five of us have begun referring to the bump as Baby P. And right now Baby P was kicking my kidneys and punching my liver.Â
I still have almost a month before my due date of April 11 and it seems as if time is slowing down. Every day is a hurdle to get through, with being 8 months pregnant and still trying to help out around the house and do my chores, though both Gen and Jared have fussed at me for doing too much. But Iâm pregnant, not disabled.
Weâve planned a barbeque party for Tomâs birthday and invited most of his friends from school, plus the Ackles and the Morganâs and a few others from Jaredâs time on the show. Both sets of grandparents are going to be here also, so it would definitely be a full house.
I am upstairs in the bedroom, trying to slide my sandals on but having trouble since I canât see anything. Jared walks in while I huff and try again, only to push the shoe farther away.
âHey baby,â he says gently. âLet me help you.â
âThis is ridiculous,â I whine as he lifts my leg and slides the leather onto my foot. âI canât do anything but waddle around, running into things and just getting in the way. Iâm an annoyance to everyone. Maybe I should just stay up here.â
âYou hush that right now,â he admonishes me, standing up to tower over me. âYou do not annoy anyone. You do not get in the way at all. You are pregnant, carrying my baby. Youâre beautiful, baby girl. I love watching you, knowing thatâs my child inside you; a life we created out of our love.â He tugs a stray hair behind my ear and tilts my chin up. âI love you. Gen loves you. Tom, Shep and O love you. We all love you and we love this baby. So get over yourself and get that cute little ass downstairs to celebrate our sonâs birthday.â
âCute and little is not how I would refer to my ass,â I retort with a smile. âI look like a Kardashian.â
âMmhmm,â Jared mumbles as he leans down to kiss me. âMore to spank.â
I chuckle as I tiptoe to kiss him and then turn to head downstairs to join my family and greet our guests.
The party is in full swing as most of the adults sit in lounge chairs, talking and catching up while Jared and Jensen man the grill and the ladies are in the kitchen gathering up the condiments and sides.
I have been commanded to stay in my seat and ask for anything I need. Jared went as far as to tell me if he saw me on my feet, he would spank me in front of everyone. And as much as I love him spanking me, that was something that no one else needed to see so I kept my promise, only asking that he give me a bottle of water for my stay.
Everyone seems to be having a good time; the kids are enjoying the gigantic bounce house that we rented and sat up in the backyard, the adults congregate on the patio talking and laughing and waiting for food.
I look around with a blissful heart at the family and friends I have acquired since becoming Jared and Genâs lover. No one seems to bat an eye anymore about our relationship and took it at face value and that made me very happy. Sure, there were a few things still being said on the internet but those people donât matter to me. What matters to me is the ones here today, celebrating our sonâs birthday.Â
A pain shoots through my body but as soon as it appears, it disappears so I think nothing of it and go back to watching Tom, Shep, JJ, and a few of their friends from school run around the yard playing tag. Itâs a good day.
That good day turns when later that evening while the ones of us that are still lounging around, mostly family, my water breaks. Gerald and Sherri, Jaredâs parents, stay at the house with the kids as Gen, Jared and I rush to the hospital.
In the early morning hours of March 18, we welcome Delaney Grace Padalecki, a whopping 9 pound 12 ounce baby girl.Â
I thought I knew what love was, what love is but until I looked into my daughterâs eyes, I had had no idea.Â
Love is infinite. Love is encompassing. Love is the glue that cements us all together. And I have found that with Gen and Jared and their-our-kids and now with Delaney. There is no way my life could be any richer. A once in a lifetime encounter gave me love and a family.Â
THE END
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