#i couldn't do jordan dirty and have him not be look @ him

[nightwngz]

Food for thought: hal jordan and barry Allen sandwich.

Like imagine hal flat out degrading you while barry is up in your ear praising you for doing so good but only increasing the speed of his fingers.

Another side note, misuse of speedforce powers and misuse of the ring in the bedroom? 👀👀 sign me up.

-🌾 anon

— 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 !! ♡⃝ eng.

hal jordan 𝒙 fem!reader 𝒙 barry allen

✶ | warnings. . . porn without plot, smut. fingering. dirty talk, praising kink and degradation. nipple play. biting.

✶ | language. . . english is not my first language and I tend to make mistakes, so I apologize in advance.

✶ | note. . . hey anon, I hope you like this. I am so bad at answering asks but I keep trying hahaha.

It might have been your fault, though you weren’t entirely sure. You weren’t completely certain if what you were doing was right, but the mix of Barry's gentle sweetness and Hal's roughness created a bittersweet obsession, both in bed and in your relationship.

Barry loved to be gentle and affectionate. Even as he curled his fingers inside your hole, arching your back, his attention to detail was unmatched. He enjoyed watching you delight in his caresses, especially when he used his powers to vibrate his fingertips at high speed, touching you in that sensitive spot inside you while whispering, "God, honey, you're doing so good. Always so beautiful.”

Hal, on the other hand, was never known for his kindness to you; he enjoyed rubbing your clit with his ring until he made you cry, then laughing at you for it. He would tease Barry for pampering you and trying to make you feel good with his words, whispering in your ear, “You must be the only slut who can take being humiliated and flattered at the same time just to get fucked. How disgusting.”

Although they are very different, they both agree on how to please you. Even as Barry goes out of his way to remind you how beautiful you are and how much he enjoys the feel of your pussy squeezing his fingers, he increases the speed in a way that even your best vibrator couldn't match.

And Hal, with some competitive intent, rubs your clit harder, not caring if you're a little sensitive. He can't stand Barry hogging the spotlight just because he's faster, so he starts kissing your neck with some aggression, whispering in your ear, determined to charm you with his degrading words.

They see you crying on the bed as you writhe, and it only fuels them. You can even feel their lips curl into a smile as they hear your moans fill the room. Through your tears, you murmur barely intelligible prayers: "More, please, don't stop. I'm so close, so close.”

Hal nibbled gently on your neck while he used his free hand to spread your thighs, trying to keep you from closing your legs. Meanwhile, Barry searched for the most vulnerable spot on you, running his thumbs deftly over your nipples. The intensity of the moment made your cheeks blush so red that you hid on the brown-haired man's shoulder to hide your embarrassment.

Hal laughed softly. "Why the sudden embarrassment, doll? Who knew you'd have a hint of shame all over your body with two of Barry's fingers buried in your little hole?” But the blonde looked at him disapprovingly for laughing at you. 'Don't tease, Hal. She's extremely sensitive in that area, aren't you, honey?’

But you could not react. Barry's gentleness and Hal's roughness in taking care of you were so different that they created a strange mixture of sensations in your body. This combination brought you close to orgasm in an addictive way, and when you realized it, you couldn't help but enjoy it.

[uptondixon]

Chicago P.D's Men as Your Older Brother

Wordcount: 1547. 230-290 each.

Reader's age and gender are not specified. The timelines may give a hint about the age differences, though. 

Kevin Atwater

Raising 3 siblings was definitely not in Kevin's life plan. He has always been a good brother, but there's a huge difference between a brother and a father. Despite his insecurities, he did a good job. Kevin raised you, Vinessa, and Jordan with all the love in the world. Food, clothes, toys, birthday parties, doctor appointments, school work, he did it all. And he would do it again and again if it meant seeing you and your siblings growing up happy and healthy. When your father came back from prison, it took a toll on all of you. While Kevin tried to deal with his own unresolved feelings about your dad, you had a weird feeling growing in your chest.

“Who is this man? He is not my father, at least I don't feel like he is,” you told Kevin one afternoon after he mentioned your father wanted to meet. Kevin and Vinessa agreed with you, not really knowing how to feel towards the man.

“You raised us, Kev,” you said, looking into his eyes. “We never called you dad because you've always been Kev, our big brother. But you've been a dad to us all along.”

Later that night, you all got to an agreement: to give your father a chance. But he would never be number one. Ever. Kevin is and always going to be number one in your hearts.

Jay Halstead

It's no surprise to anyone that being a Halstead comes with a package: a talent for trouble and two very, extremely, unnecessarily protective older brothers. Jay and Will made sure everyone knew not to mess with you or things would get ugly really fast. Kids at school knew you had a cop and a doctor as your brothers, and you knew that was the reason no one ever laid a finger on you. This whole protective thing goes both ways, though. Jay will never forget the day you got home from a party with a busted lip. The reason? Apparently, to defend him.

“What?” the look of disbelief on his face was priceless. If this wasn't a serious conversation, you would be laughing your ass off. “Defending me? What do you mean?”

“We were talking, and suddenly the conversation shifted to police. This guy started shit-talking that all cops were dirty and did nothing for the city. Never in a million years could I stand there and say nothing!” you said in exasperation. “I told them how my brother saves lives every day and how much you and your team sacrifice for this city.”

Jay just stood there. His fingers came to rest on the bridge of his nose. Damn, he couldn't say he wasn't proud, but at the same time…

“Kid, that's nice and all, but would you mind not getting into fights on my behalf ever again? Jesus!”

Antonio Dawson

The Dawson siblings… your parents had no idea they would have to deal with 3 souls that feared absolutely nothing. Being the youngest definitely helped you feel even bolder. Having Antonio and Gabby protect you from everything and everyone made you feel like the safest person on earth. Growing up is never easy, but being a Dawson prepared you for a lot. With Gabby being in CFD and Antonio in CPD, your parents wondered if you would follow your sibling's footsteps. When the moment came to choose your profession, they were worried that would be the case. You, however, have no idea where your passion lies.

“You don't have to be so worried about this, kid,” Antonio said from his spot on the couch.

“How can I not, Tonio?”

“Come here, sit down,” he said, patting the spot beside him. You went and sat beside him. “It's perfectly normal to feel lost about all this. It's not an easy decision. “

“It was easy for you and Gabby. You always knew what you wanted to do.”

“That means nothing. Do you think we never had doubts? That we didn't struggle?” Antonio held your face in his hands. “You have our support. Always. It doesn't matter what you choose to do.”

“He's right,” Gabby said, having arrived in the room just now. “We love you, and we're going to help you find your way.”

Hank Voight

Losing a parent is something that can change someone’s entire life. You and Hank had to deal with the loss of your dad when you were both too young to even understand why he died. You and Hank were really different, but you both shared the wish to become police. To protect the city like your father did. Being the oldest, Hank became a mentor to you. He was there for you in every step of your career, being your biggest supporter. Being police somehow strengthened your bond and you guys grew closer as the years went by. You could be yourself without any fear with him, and he felt the same. When your brother lost the love of his life, his wife Camille, you were the only person he would open up to.

“I don’t know what to do,” Hank stared at you for the first time that evening. He’s been avoiding you since the funeral that morning. You knew he was scared to pour out his emotions, afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep going if he let himself feel all that pain.

“I’m here, Hank,” you held his hands that rested on the table.

“Do you remember how you felt when dad died?” Hank asked you.

“What? No… We were so young.”

“Exactly. I don’t remember hurting his much, you know?”

You felt your eyes fill with tears at his words. You got up and embraced him in a hug, hoping to pass him some comfort. “We’re going to be okay, brother. I got you.”

Adam Ruzek

As surprising as it may sound, having an older brother who never leaves you alone and is devoted to annoy you is not that bad. You were a really introverted kid, and for years Adam was your only friend. You were still a baby when your parents divorced. This made things even more complicated between them, but Adam has always been there for you. He held your hand when you walked for the first time. He taught you how to ride a bike and how to play football. Your dad always watched you two with fondness in his eyes. The three of you were pretty close. Bob was not perfect, but he tried his best. He knew that Adam felt like he had to protect you from everything, but sometimes that went too far.

“Adam, for the last time, tell me where the hell are they!” Bob was starting to lose his patience.

“Dad, I told you I don’t know.”

“You’re 20, for god's sake! You should stop covering for them.”

Adam choose to stay silent this time. They’ve been at it for 30 minutes now, and he already used all his excuses.

“Fine, you want me to go to the police station? I can find them and cause a scene, sending police cars to wherever they are!”

Adam’s eyes widened at this, he knew it was a lost battle now. He told your dad about the party you went to, already feeling sorry for all the scolding you’d get the next days. Later that night, Adam apologized for not being able to hold your dad longer.

You looked at him with a big smile on your face, “It’s okay, Adam. Do you wanna know how my date went?”

Dante Torres

Life could be hard. Too damn hard. You and Dante knew that very well. From a young age, both of you had to learn how to survive in a world where kids like you two were constantly thrown under the bus. Being a foreigner in the US was hard enough, but also being poor and living with an abusive stepfather made things worse. Dante had to grow up faster than usual. He had to become someone that you and your mother could rely on, even though he was way too young for any of this. Juvie. Gangs. You never lost hope that Dante would leave that life, find a good job, and be happy. The day he got into the academy was one of the happiest days of your life. Seeing him later in Intelligence made you so damn proud.

“I can't believe they're giving you a permanent spot!” you were jumping into his arms before he could cross the threshold.

“You saw my message?” Dante said with a smile, hugging you back.

“Of course I did! You got the job, I'm so proud of you!”

“Where's mom?” Dante asked, stepping back from the hug and closing the door. You could tell he was a little overwhelmed with the news himself.

“She will be back soon. We have a surprise for you,” you said nonchalantly.

“What? You guys didn't have to give me anything.”

“Don't worry, bald head,” you used the nickname he hated so much. “We want to treat you, for everything you did for us.”

You approached him again and held his hand, “We love you, and we're so proud.”

“I love you guys too.” Dante smiled down at you. “But never call me bald head again.”

“Okay, bald head.”

Please accept this post as my apology for being MIA… I had this idea the other day so I decided to write it.

I’m aware that Adam has a sister that was mentioned in the show, but I don’t remember much about her, so that’s why she wasn’t mentioned. The same goes for his mother. For the others, I tried to include their parents and siblings as much as I could.

Chapter 4 of Upstead Foster Daughter is half written because I want it to be longer than the others, but inspiration hasn't hit me in a while.

Thank you again for all the love on my fics. It means a lot to me seeing all the likes and reblogs ♡

[tenpintsofsundrop]

Push and Pull

Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader (Smut Blurb)

Concept: While playing games with Viper, Emily (accidentally) plays on your attraction to her - something you had been trying to hide since you started with the BAU. The results end up being more than interesting.

Word Count: 2,800

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Warnings: smut; this is set during Season 4, Episode 9 (52 Pickup) and there is a lot of references to the episode in this, but I think you could read this without having seen the episode; mentions of typically sexist practices - in the form of 'pickup artistry': the reader character replaces Jordan Todd on the team; there is an age gap between Emily and the reader - Emily is older and the reader character is younger; the reader character uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; mention of the reader wearing a dress and makeup; the reader has sexual fantasies about Emily - which include: pussy eating, fingering, rough sex, semi public sex, being called 'naughty girl'; most of the sex acts are in fantasies (this fic is mostly tension and build up and sexually adjacent situations rather than actual sex); masturbation (the reader masturbates); mentions of masturbation being unsatisfying or not feeling 'as good' as having sex with the desired partner; caught masturbating - Emily walks in on the reader; Emily refers to herself as 'Mama' (once); rough kissing, Emily gropes the reader through clothing, very light choking (from Emily toward the reader) (Emily puts her hand on the reader's neck and applies pressure for a few seconds to get her attention), Emily calls the reader 'needy little thing' (in this case the word 'little' is meant to be condescending and not a description of size); undertones of degradation kink; I believe that is everything.

A/N: The original request mentioned fake dating (and I would love to do that trope with Emily), but I couldn't stop thinking about how stunning and gorgeous Emily looks in this episode, and I thought it would be interesting to use it. Also the idea of a man basing his pickup techniques on women needing male validation when - hey, what kind of women wouldn't want or need male validation? A woman who is obsessed with the other gorgeous woman at the table. It was such a fun scenario to write about. I definitely wanna write more Emily fics in the future.

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At first, you really weren’t looking forward to it. 

Though it seemed fun in concept - having an excuse to dress up and go out to a club while on the job - Emily assured you that it was going to be miserable. 

The way Emily talked about the man - Viper. She almost made him sound worse than some of the confirmed killers you had dealt with during your short time at the BAU. She said that he was the scum of the earth, a waste of oxygen, that made her feel dirty just by giving her a weird look. She joked that she was ‘dragging you along’ because she didn’t want to suffer alone (that, and she needed backup, in case the guy truly was dangerous). 

From the way she talked about it, you thought the night was going to be miserable. 

You certainly didn’t expect it to be one of the best nights of your life. 

Viper frequented bars and nightclubs. So of course, nightclub appropriate attire was required. You rushed to a store and grabbed the first tight dress you could find (a red one with spaghetti straps that would pair well with a pair of modest black heels you already had in your bag for the job). You didn’t expect to come back and see Emily getting changed into a clingy black dress that fit her like sin, her makeup subtle but smokey. 

You had been actively suppressing your attraction to her, a gorgeous older woman, since you had joined the BAU a month ago. You told yourself that you could keep your lustful feelings under control because you would only be there temporarily, to replace their usual media liaison - who was on maternity leave. But seeing her dressed up like this, it certainly didn’t help with that suppression. 

Things only got worse when you got to the club and Viper descended upon the two of you. (You quietly whispered to Emily that his name should have been Vulture and the soft laughter she let out had your insides fluttering.) 

Turns out, Emily had been paying extra attention to the ‘push and pull’ technique that Reid had talked about. And even though you knew that it was just in the name of messing with the cocky man - you fell hook, line, and sinker for Emily’s combatants of this technique. 

See, rather than letting him push and pull the two of you - compliment one of you and leave the other one reeling for validation, Emily complimented you herself. She never let Viper leave room for you to need that validation. Not that you would ever need it from someone like him. But she certainly threw him off with this tactic. 

She supported you, focused far more of her attention on you than she did on him. The two of you never fell to the traditional ‘women in constant competition’ market that his techniques were built on. If she put far more of her focus on you and actively ignored him (or even not-so-subtly insulted him), then what could he do? 

Women not vying for his attention? It was a curveball for the ages. 

Clearly, he had no backup plan. He was struggling to keep up. 

If he called your dress cheap, Emily said how well the fabric complimented your amazing body. If he said your mascara was clumpy and poorly done, Emily said your eyes were naturally beautiful and shined bright without makeup anyway. 

The more annoyed it seemed to make him, the more she fawned over you. 

And it left you staring at her all night. Captivated by her beauty, her silky voice. You barely even knew that he was there as she laughed at him, engaged in his silly games, taunted him. 

By the time you left the club, you were almost high on the affection Emily had given you. 

The rest seemed to go by in a blur. The real killer was caught at a different club, and the team retired back to their hotel to get some rest before returning home. As you and Emily walked back to your shared room, you were still laughing and joking about the pathetic man who somehow made his living off of scamming men more pathetic than him. 

“And did - did you see the look on his face when I said ‘you probably go home alone, don’t you?’ - Like he - he couldn’t believe that I wasn’t falling for his BS,” Emily said, stuttering through her words as hardy laughter disrupted her speech. 

“It’s like he’s never met a confident woman in his life.” You replied, a delicate chuckle in your voice. 

It was a subtle compliment toward Emily, admiring her confidence in how well she had dealt with the scummy, overly cocky man. 

“No, not quite.” Emily sighed, using the keycard to open the hotel room door. 

Your insides fluttered even more when she held the door open for you. You couldn’t help but enjoy the domestic feeling behind it as you brushed past her body in order to get inside. 

Of course, she wasn’t even paying attention to the dreamy, starstruck look on your face as she continued speaking. 

“He’s never approached a confident woman before.” She quickly corrected, letting the door fall shut and click locked behind her. “He’s never approached a woman he thought he couldn’t con.” 

“And for some reason he dared you to ‘meet him on his turf’?” You questioned, repeating the words she had told you, when ranting about the previous interaction she had with the awful man. “You, of all people?” 

You had to wonder what about Emily Prentiss would come off as even slightly insecure or - what about her said that she would fall for his stupid tricks. In your opinion, it was like trying to outrun a cheetah using a tricycle. 

“Yeah, I guess he was counting on me being drunk and blinded by all his guyliner.” Emily joked, tossing her bag down onto one of the twin beds. 

You collapsed down onto the other bed with intense laughter. The joke itself was funny, but her delivery, her confidence, and her smile caused a spark through you that forced you to laugh off the tension before you jumped her bones. You had to be professional. You had to keep reminding yourself of that. 

“I call the bathroom first.” She announced. “I really need a shower after being drowned in Drakkar Noir all night.” 

You had to ignore the dryness in your throat and the heat between your thighs at the thought of her in the shower. Previously, it was something your mind could have easily glossed over, but after she spent the night fawning over you and capturing your attention completely, it was like you were a horny teenager again. Now all you could think about was her completely naked, droplets of hot water rolling across her skin, surrounded by steam. 

You had to pull yourself together. You had to be professional, for fuck’s sake. 

“But of course.” You told her, giving a smile and a nod. You motioned toward the bathroom, as if presenting it to her in a gentlemanly fashion. “I’ll probably just shower in the morning.” 

Emily nodded in acknowledgement of this, and there was no further conversation. 

This left your mind reeling, your body entirely tense and hyper aware of her every movement as she got ready. You had to busy yourself with grabbing your pajamas out of your own bag - an oversized X-Files tee shirt and a pair of comfortable cotton shorts - while she grabbed her toiletries bag and went into the bathroom. 

The water turned on and you tried your hardest not to think about her undressing and stepping under the stream as you changed into your pjs. You tried your hardest not to think about her tight, fit body relaxing under the steam. You tried your hardest not to think about soft bubbles rolling across her soft, pale skin. 

Clearly, you were failing. Failing not to think about her. Failing miserably when it came to suppressing your attraction for her. 

By the time you climbed into bed, there was a hard, hot pain between your thighs. 

You wanted so badly to simply roll over and go to sleep. You wanted to ignore it. But a very large part of you worried that if you didn’t ‘take care’ of that nagging arousal, then you wouldn’t be able to sleep. And if you didn’t sleep and you rolled into the next day with this attraction to Emily still at the forefront of your mind - then you wouldn’t be able to act normal around her for the travel day home tomorrow. You might say or do something stupid. 

You had to do something. 

The longer you laid there in bed, unconsciously squeezing your thighs together, feeling your pussy throbbing between them - thinking about Emily’s head being trapped between your legs - the more it bothered you. 

You had some time while she was in the shower, right? You could be quick. Of course you could. And if you heard the water turn off, you would simply stop. 

Before any true logic could catch up between your ears, a hand was sneaking below the waistband of your shorts. That hand easily went inside your underwear and found a natural place on your throbbing clit. You dipped down into your wetness (leaking out of you abundantly from how much you had been thinking about Emily) and slicked up the hot button before you began rubbing it in hard circles. You were determined to cum quickly and be done with it. 

You closed your eyes and tiled your head back against the pillow, your mind drifting back to her once again. You couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect she looked in that ruby lipstick. All night, you had felt jealous of the glass when she brought her drink up to her lips. 

You imagined her approaching you at a bar. 

You would be out by yourself, and she would see you from across the room. So entirely confident, she would see you and in a moment, know that she could have you. 

She would come up behind you, whisper sweetly in your ear, telling you how perfect you looked. She would smirk at your initial shyness when you giggled at the compliment. She would tell you that she couldn’t wait to get you home - that she wanted you and she wanted you now. 

So she would pull you into a bathroom, pinning you against a counter. And then she would shove her hand under your dress, only to find that you weren’t wearing any panties, just for her. She would scold you, call you a naughty girl. Her voice so sweet and condescending, only making you wetter. And then she would shove her fingers into your slick cunt and shove her other hand over your mouth, trying in vain to keep your whorish moans from being heard as you begged for her. 

“Emily, please,” You couldn’t stop the faint, needy moan that escaped you as you got lost in the fantasy. 

Of course, so lost in it, that you didn’t hear the shower turning off. 

Your pussy ached, leaking freely into your underwear, and your clit throbbed, emanating a needy pain out through your pelvis. You worked your fingers in more frantic circles, doubling down. Your hips canted up off the bed, knocking the covers off you slightly as dull pleasure radiated out across your hips. 

(Dull compared to what Emily would have given you, you were sure.) 

Even if it was unsatisfactory, you were close. 

“Emily-!” You cried out desperately, right on the edge of orgasm. 

“Hey, do you have some makeup remover I can borrow? I forgot-” 

Shock cascaded through your system and you instantly stilled your movements. This caused your orgasm to become a low hum in your pelvis once again as your eyes shot open in disbelief. 

Your gaze locked onto Emily where she stood in the bathroom doorway. Your insides were still with shock - embarrassment or any other emotion hadn’t even caught up yet. 

Steam ploomed around her and she was forced to hold up the hotel towel with one hand as it couldn’t fully wrap around her body, leaving a sliver of her skin exposed from her armpit to her knee - the curve of her breast, her waist, and her hip on full display. With her hair soaked and her bangs slicked back from her face, and true to what she had said, her makeup still on but slightly smudged from the shower - she looked utterly delicious. 

She was like a pornographic dream, live in front of you. 

You let out a quiet whimper at the sight. 

It was only then that your brain began to unfreeze from the shock, and you realized how truly incriminating you looked. The covers pooled around your thighs, your hand quite visibly inside your shorts, your face contorted with pleasure as your eyes scanned over her half naked body. You rushed to rip your hand out of your underwear - and you realized the sight wasn’t much better as your fingers glistened in the light. 

Emily’s eyes moved from your glistening fingers to your stiff, nervous body, your thighs still parted (as it would be too uncomfortable to clamp them down on your wet underwear and aching cunt). She smirked at you. She looked at you with the same devious, cocky expression that Viper had started out the night with - before she had taken him down notch by notch. 

The look alone caused any apology to be stuck in your throat. You waited for her to speak before you made any moves. 

“What were you thinking about?” She asked, her voice breathy, soft, yet entirely commanding. 

In that moment, caught in the smoldering gate of her eyes, you could find nothing but honesty pounding inside of your chest. 

“You.” You whined quietly. 

Emily chuckled gently. 

Your stomach twisted with embarrassment for the split second that you thought she might be laughing at you. But then you realized that it was, in fact, a sound of satisfaction. 

That realization hit you when she dropped the towel completely. She stood in front of you proudly, showing off all of her naked, wet glory. Her dark nipples pebbling in the air, the damp sheen of water making her skin glow like a dewy goddess. Quite obviously, she wanted you to look.

Your eyes traced a few thick droplets of water as they escaped her hair and ran down her body. You became absolutely mesmerized by the way gravity pulled the water over her collarbones, the teardrop curve of her breasts, the plushness of her stomach, across her pelvis, down her thighs. You imagined yourself tracing over those exact lines with your tongue. 

“Come to me.” 

Her silken voice snapped you out of your trance. Your eyes shot back up to her face once again, and in the sluggish moment that it took the words to get to your brain, she added something onto the command that absolutely knocked the wind out of you. 

“Come on. Come to Mama.” 

Her calling herself that name, so self assured, so certain - the phrase almost had you down on all fours, crawling to her like a dog. 

But instead, you scrambled to get upright and practically ran across the room to her on shaking legs. Entirely eager, you stood in front of her and leaned in to press your mouth against hers. Naturally, you expected that the interaction would start with a kiss. 

But she quickly reached up and stopped you with a hand on the side of your neck. You let out a harsh whimper of disappointment - one that quickly turned into a moan when she pressed her thumb into your windpipe with just enough pressure to make your brain go fuzzy. 

She was showing you who was in charge. 

“Not so fast,” She told you, her breath cascading against your lips now. 

Although she was completely naked and you were clothed, it was very apparent that she was the one in complete control. 

“Tell me how badly you want it.” She ordered, her voice low and almost gentle - a soft domineering that caused the hairs on your arms to stand up straight. 

“I want it so badly,” You easily replied, your voice intensely needy. “I need it. I need you, Em.” 

Emily reached up with her other hand and - with no warning - harshly gripped your pussy through your underwear and shorts. This caused sharp shocks of arousal to flow through you, making you moan out weakly. It was a dizzying euphoria that had you bucking into her hand. You almost came from that single touch alone. 

“Needy little thing.” She purred. “I am gonna have so much fun with you.” 

This was her last verbal sentiment before she pulled you forward by that hand on your neck and silenced any further moans with a bruising kiss.

[sxturnss]

Corrupting Jordan ♡ ─── by Saturn ( minors DNI )

content warnings : lewdity, mentions of penetration, fingering, defilement

a/n : AHGHAGHA Jordan is so cute ♡ shame there isn't a lot of content for him, but oh well i'll make my own content

Jordan, the infamous priest you caught your eyes on, you were captivated by him

Perhaps it was the way his long, soft golden hair swayed while he went down the isles of the church, or the way his soft blue eyes met yours

That's when you made the declaration you would make him "yours"

You started attending mass (which you never went to) to catch a glimpse of him. but that wasn't enough..

You had to defile him completely.

That is when you joined joined the church and painted an image of a devote follower dedicated to God

But that did not last long...

─── "Hey Jordan!" You hummed with a bright smile, strutting up to the figure.

"Huh... (pc) you aren't supposed to-" He's cut off when you close the distance putting a hushed finger to his lips as you lean in close.

Jordan looks confused, you can discern that from his furrowed eyebrows and slightly parted lips.

After all....you snuck into his quarters, and you were daring enough to do it in pure daytime.

"This is a breach of conduct...this isn't like you. Did something happen?" He gives a concerned look at you, but you just smirk in return.

You inch closer putting your leg in between is, he lets out a surprised yelp, his eyes widening as he realizes.

He hastily pushes you off.

"What- (PC)...." His face was flushed, but he said no more as he pushed you out to finish changing.

SLAM!!

"Sigh....ill get him eventually." You pouted

It was at that time you changed to openly teasing him in hopes of a reaction

Jordan was stunned by your behavior...he usually would be stern with anybody like this but is conflicted because just a few days ago you were a pure, devoted follower, someone he admired

You weren't doing anything too bad...just some light teasing you would get over it eventually

Most times he would just push you away with a blush creeping on his face

But after a week of this happening he came to a relevation

─── While Jordan was praying you sat down next to him, he glanced your way shortly, before getting flushed and going back to praying.

You scoot closer slowly but surely, your hot breath tickling his ear.

"Jordan ♡"

His breath hitches

"You look really cute today." You tease purposely blowing air into his ear, he immediately jumps up, his arm covering his red face.

"I- I need to go..." He rushes back to his quarters still recovering from the emotional damage.

That was when he realized...

There was an aching down there...he looks down in horror.....he's... hard?

Nononono....this is just a challenge he must overcome, he won't let desire take over...yet your driving him insane.

He couldn't deny it. He harbored abnormal affection towards you.

He started to break slowly but surely....the teasing was getting too much as tension was building up down there that he couldn't relieve

He felt dirty...a month into it he started jacking off...he couldn't help it...your touch...your smell...your everything

─── "haaah..." He pumps his shaft quickly, rhythmically thrusting into his soiled hand.

His face was lifted as tears welled up in the corner of his eye...he was close, really close.

At that moment thick long strings of cum squirted out, onto his lap. He huffed after reaching his high, not breaking a sweat though due to his high endurance.

He couldn't take it much longer

Props to Jordan, he held out for an exceptionally long time, a few months at least

It was hard to break him

But on a normal Tuesday like no other, you stroked his leg under the pew, he shattered

Ended up dragging you off somewhere

─── You were pinned against the wall, your face laced with surprise...Jordans face hardened at the sight having a battle of willpower.

"I can't..." His eyes are filled with tears as he burrows his face into your shoulder inhaling.

"I really can't anymore.." HIs body is shaking and you can feel his dick pressing up against you, you grin and grind against it.

"Hngh!!" He drools on your shoulder cumming from just that little contact...that's when you knew how frustrated he was

You did it in the alley, you managed to finally do it!!

Kind of...you did many lewd acts like fingering and his dick thrusting right outside your cunt, into your thighs

But he had to keep his virginity so no inserting, (if your male he still wouldn't let you penetrate him due to you breaking the oath)

He miiiiight allow it with a strap on (but that's a topic for another day)

He felt both soiled from the encounter but also happy

He was like a golden retriever

Whenever your at the temple he likes to do acts of service of just spend time with him, he loves interlocking his fingers and leaning his head on you

He almost forgets the sins he has committed

Almost....

[breezybangtanbebe]

💭💕Daddies💕💭 Monsta X OT7

Topic: Random scenarios where the reader is pregnant with one of the member's babies and simple daily interactions with them as soon-to-be fathers. Pretty fluffy.

5.1k words

enjoy🥰

Shownu

Sweat dripped from his brow as he whisked the batter feverishly with a scowl on his face. A mess of eggshells, flour, and dirty utensils crowded the kitchen island and you did your best not to crack a smile as you watched your husband struggle.

He was the one who insisted on making your pancakes from scratch despite having premade mix in the cabinet.

And you were FORBIDDEN from helping him.

Not for a lack of trying though...

"Can I help you with something?" you asked for the first time since perching yourself on the kitchen island bar stool.

Hyunwoo shakes his head emphatically before shooting you a warning look through his brow.

"You can stop asking me that. That would help.." he grumbles. In the process, he splatters a goop of batter up into his face. Your eyes widen with concern and you hop down from your seat to go to him, swiping a few paper towels on the way.

Hyunwoo's crinkled features remain as one of his eyes is screwed shut and covered with pancake batter that you quickly begin wiping away.

"Hold still" you chuckle as you go to work cleaning his face and as he's slowly freed of the mess he made of himself, your husband's eyes warm as he gazed down at you softly.

You're too distracted at first to notice him looking at you the way he was. But when you did, you froze with the paper towel resting between your hand and his jawline.

"What?" you frown and Hyunwoo smirks dazedly before reaching up to caress your hand against his face.

"I just wanted to do something special for you..." he mutters.

"Both of you," he adds, resting his hand over your flat tummy.

You weren't showing at all yet but you could feel every bit of pregnant as the weeks passed. You'd been suffering horribly and had even lost some weight due to the morning sickness. So when your appetite finally returned, Hyunwoo jumped at the opportunity to feed you something he knew he couldn't screw up.

Despite him already being an exceptional cook, he wanted to make this breakfast perfect for you.

If only he knew how perfect he already was.

Wonho

You didnt think there would be such a thing as being too prepared until you got pregnant.

3 weeks out from your due date and Hoseok had everything prepared down to a T.

Every bag was packed and waiting in the car. The car seat is perfectly assembled. The baby's room is fully safety-proofed and equipped with monitors.

All of her clothes and toys had been washed and sanitized more than once and at this point, all there was left to do was have the baby.

Should be easy right?

"Hoseok....what is this?" you smirked down at the printed stack of papers you found in your overnight bag.

Your husband was in the kitchen, grasping his shaker bottle in one hand and dumping his measured supplements in with the other.

Such simple movements made the beautifully sculpted muscles in his forearms flex subtly, making you stare.

It was hard not feeling like a potato in the presence of such a specimen, now especially since he'd been training for some fitness thing. You didn't know. It was always something with him.

Wearing his favorite baggy Jordan Tee with the sleeves cut and loose gym shorts that stopped just above his knees, Hoseok turns to you. Through his glasses, he squints his eyes pointlessly to see what you were referring to.

"Oh....our birth plan," he responds casually before proceeding to twist the bottle's cap on tightly. As he begins shaking it vigorously, you approach him in the kitchen.

"Baby....this is almost 20 pages long. The birth plan I filled out was hardly a page." You furrowed your brow. Hoseok mirrored your expression briefly at your confusion, pushing back his dark brown bangs away from his forehead.

"And you thought one page would be enough..." he grunts, still shaking his bottle.

Your gaze catches on his chest muscles, noticing how they too flexed with every movement. Then you looked down at your swollen chest and vaguely wonder which one of you was bigger.

"Um....yeah. All I need them to know is that I want a vaginal birth with drugs and drugs and lots of drugs." You tear your eyes away from your husband's pecs and look up at his equally distracting face with a smile.

Hoseok smirks down at you and shakes his head. He seems satisfied with the mixture of his protein shake and pops the small drinking cap open to tip it against his lips to take a hefty sip.

As he swallowed you winced slightly at the sharp little nudges in your ribcage. You let out a tiny groan with a sharp inhale and Hoseok immediately pulls the bottle from his mouth, dribbles of his shake dripping down his chin as he set it aside. His eyes are wide with concern and his large hands instinctively touch your belly.

"What's wrong? What happened? Is it a contraction? Are they constant? Are they close? Are you.."

"Hoseok! Shut up. She's just kicking me." you interrupt him, rolling your eyes.

Seeming to feel her father's presence from deep in the womb, the baby begins kicking and squirming beneath Hoseok's hands. Though increasingly uncomfortable and unamusing for you, Hoseok's eyes sparkle with wonder and love. This huge hulk of a man with such a disciplined and organized manner is melted instantly by this tiny little human growing inside of you.

He smiles but it fades from elation to melancholy when the only thought that had been plaguing him for months makes an unwanted appearance.

"I just....want to be ready for her. You're already doing the hardest part of all of this so...I don't know. I guess I'm overcompensating. I just wanna be enough..." Hoseok admits unexpectedly.

You'd known since you both first found out you were pregnant that he was scared, but you never thought it stemmed from his doubt of himself.

You sigh.

"First of all...I don't think there is a man on this planet more prepared for this baby than you are. Secondly.." you pause to reach up and caress Hoseok's cheek, turning his head so that he could look you in the eye.

"You're more than enough. Never doubt that."

Your words seem to placate him since he only nods in response. You could tell from the shine in his eyes that he was on the brink of getting emotional, something you wished he didn't try so hard to suppress.

But you opt for not pressing an issue unnecessarily in favor of redirecting to the original topic at hand.

"Now...about this long-ass birth plan...."

Minhyuk

"Yah! Watch you're going!" Minhyuk shouts at the bike rider as he swerved around the space where you and he were walking. The city boardwalk is crowded more than usual due to the time of day and Minhyuk insisted on getting the ice cream to go because of it. But you wanted to watch the sky change colors as you enjoyed your cone with his fingers intertwined with yours lovingly.

His grip disappears when he placed his arm across your belly protectively, his venomous glare pinning the helmeted young man as he passed. You frown mid-lick at the way Minhyuk's body turns completely to watch the biker continue on his way to weave through the other pedestrians in the opposite direction.

"Fucking assholes.." he mutters, turning to face forward again. He grabs your hand instinctively and falls back into a steady stride, his expression still crinkled in a scowl. You smirked as you resumed licking your ice cream, admiring your boyfriend's attractive jawline and profile. Feeling your eyes on him, Minhyuk glances over with a frown.

"What?"

You shrug passively, shaking your head.

"Nothing..nothing...you just seem a little on edge is all.." you remark.

"On edge?? He almost hit us! I told you we should have just gone home. There are too many people out here..." he grumbles. The way his lips pouted when he fussed always made you smile and you did so freely as you shook your head again.

"Babe... there are people everywhere," you mutter dismissively as you licked the shrinking scoop.

"We can't avoid them any more than we can avoid anything else. What happened to you? You used to love the boardwalk" you shrug and Minhyuk scoffs.

"We absolutely could avoid them. And I like the boardwalk alright but not when it's so crowded and unsafe."

"Unsafe? For who?" you giggle.

"Unsafe for you! Duh...I don't know, it seems like ever since your belly started growing you just became a beacon for mishaps. A magnet for disaster. It's exhausting.." he huffs.

Your eyes couldn't roll back far enough at that. The irony was as amusing as it was annoying. Minhyuk had always been the overly adventurous type and that was part of what made you fall in love with him.

He was so funny and charismatic and spontaneous. You never knew what he was going to say or do. Especially when the two of you were alone.

But since you'd been pregnant, you sensed a shift in him.

"You act like I'm made of glass because I'm pregnant. You're not as mindful of me when we have sex..." you perk your brow, knowing fully that Minhyuk would look over at you at your bold statement. When you were sure that he was, you swiftly look away to admire the scenery, smirking mischievously like as you licked away at your dessert.

The sun was about an hour away from setting, gracing everyone in the beams of the golden hour where every complexion glowed. You especially since you were creeping into your second trimester, where your energy, appetite, and overall beauty enhanced since feeling like death a few weeks prior.

Minhyuk's eyes narrowed at you while you pointedly avoided his gaze, slurping the dribbling ice cream from the side of the cone mindlessly. Then he smiles when a less than innocent thought is sparked in his mind and he suddenly wants nothing more than to pick up the pace back to where their car was parked to get you home.

Kihyun

"Ooooh...right there. Right there...ugh yes.."

The shameless sounds of you groaning filled the family room, scattered with toys and baskets of unfolded clean laundry. Both happily abandoned by you since your husband walked in and forced you onto your back against the couch.

As your breath quickened, Kihyun only nods in acknowledgment as he obeyed your commands.

"Right there?" He exhales, quirking his brow with the question.

"Yep, there. Harder, babe. Harder. That's the spot." You nod harshly, screwing up your features in a wince as Kihyun smirked.

"Like this?" He asks, looking up at you and you nod fervently.

The tension in your expression melts away as does the stiffness in your feet, being expertly rubbed and kneaded away by your husband.

You were sprawled out on the couch with your feet resting in Kihyun's lap from where he sat opposite of you. His hands moved like a harpist over their strings, strumming away the pain and massaging the swelling down that had been torturing you for days.

Pregnancy sucks and you had no idea why you continued to put yourself through it. The discomfort and sickness were unbearable. The stress it put your body under was unimaginable. And the lasting effects it left on you physically and mentally were aggravating and inevitable.

But then you think of the joy you feel every time you look into your son's and daughter's eyes and remember it's all worth it. Especially when you watched Kihyun interact with them. He loved kids and would always joke with you about how he couldn't wait to have you at home barefoot and pregnant all the time when you first got married.

And he didnt lie.

Year two, a girl.

Year four, a boy.

And though you werent aware of this baby's gender, wanting it to be a surprise, you know one damn thing was for sure.

This baby was gonna be the LAST ONE.

No ifs, ands, or powdered infant butts. Kihyun's dream of 5 children would have to include 3 humans and a dog and a goldfish or something because this was for the birds.

You were putting your foot down this time.

Speaking of feet...

Kihyun switches his tactic and grasps the sole of your foot between both of his thumbs and forefingers. He begins pressing hard into a particular spot with his thumbs with just the right amount of pressure that has your head falling back against the propped couch pillow.

"How's that baby?"

You whimper slightly, making Kihyun smirk with accomplishment as he continued rubbing at your foot.

He got a kick out of pampering you like this, feeling like it was the least he could do since you did so much for your family as is.

Maintaining the home. Being proactive in parenting the two older children and being the supportive and patient wife that Kihyun never dreamed of having. He'd been a tad insufferable when it came to him wanting more children and you reluctantly compromised with him after deciding this would be the final pregnancy.

He'd do anything to show you his appreciation and if that meant coming home on his 2-hour lunch break just to massage your body and have some alone time while the kids were in school...

He'd happily do it every day if it meant making you smile.

Hyungwon

"I'm a fucking orca..."

Hyungwon furrows his brow as he lifted his gaze from his book. He turns his head to spot you standing in front of the body-sized mirror mounted on the wall in your bedroom, turning your body sideways to assess how you looked in the dress you planned on wearing to your cousin's wedding.

A dress you'd bought long before discovering you and your husband would be expecting. You were surprised it stretched so well over your large 7-month-old baby bump but it stopped just below the cup of your ass cheeks.

There was no way you were wearing this.

Hyungwon pushes his glasses to sit low on the bridge of his nose and he watches you spiral into despair at your changed appearance.

Sure the dress was a tad short in the back thanks to the extra ass and hips you'd acquired over the months but Hyungwon loved your body.

He couldn't get enough of touching and appreciating the curves that were brought on by carrying his son. He would tell you every second how gorgeous you still were if you didn't get so offended by it.

So he just sits quietly and weighs his options on whether or not to say anything as you brought yourself to the brink of tears.

"I'm never gonna find something cute that'll fit in time. The wedding is in a week and I look like fucking Shamu..." your chin trembled.

Hyungwon rolls his eyes as he stood, tossing both his glasses and his book on the nightstand. You were too distracted to notice his approach and you flinch in surprise when you felt him behind you.

Hyungwon was tall, hovering over you by at least 6 inches as he joined you at the mirror. Your tearful gaze locks with his as he stooped his head down to rest it against the side of yours, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders in a gentle embrace. A tiny huff escaped you, making your chin tremble and Hyungwon smiled fondly at how pitifully adorable you were. He leans back slightly to get a closer look at your body and the way the creme-colored dress stretched uncomfortably over your ass and hips, the zipper barely up halfway to the middle of your back. As he fiddled with the dangling zipper experimentally, he murmurs softly to you.

"Now baby...I'm going to say something and I want you to listen to me, ok?"

His deep voice was always so calming, even when it was hard to tell whether or not he was being serious. You nod slowly in acknowledgment.

"This dress is a little....well let's say you've outgrown it. But all isn't lost. The wedding isn't for another 7 days so that gives us plenty of time to find you a new one. A better one in fact." he suggests confidently. His sure tone irritates you a bit for some reason and you mentally stomped your foot like a child.

"Noooo...That's not enough time. And have you seen the selection in the maternity section? I'd rather chance it and wear this vs spending money on what they have to offer there."

"Why don't you just try to find the same dress, but in a bigger size. It's only tight around your bottom half...If it was just a size or two bigger..." Hyungwon begins thoughtfully and your pout deepens.

"That dress doesn't come in a size bigger than this. I looked...I'm just fat." you deadpanned. In the mirror, Hyungwon visibly struggles not to laugh at your smugness and he bites down on his smile before schooling his features to seem more engaged.

"Ok well let's just not go." he shrugs.

"We can send her our gift and tell her you weren't feeling well. You're pregnant, she'd understand."

That suggestion wasn't plausible either and you roll your eyes.

"I can't miss her wedding Wonnie. She came to ours...I have to be there. You know what? Forget it...I'll just go to the store tomorrow and try my luck with the ugly dresses in the pregnant people section and try to make it work."

The amount of disappointment and defeat in your town automatically wipes any potential smirk from Hyungwon's face immediately and he watches you begin to pull the straps of the dress over your shoulder. He steps back and looks on wordlessly as you struggled to grasp the zipper behind your back and he offers a hand.

As the zipper traveled down the line of your spine slowly, Hyungwon tilts his head as he got lost in the perfect luster of your skin.

Though this was your first baby, Hyungwon would gladly get you pregnant again and again if it mean he got to see your body change and perform the wonders it was already doing. He loved the way your breasts swelled and spilled slightly over the cups of your bra. He loved the way your hips expanded and the way it forced you to walk now. He loved the curve of your silhouette, your perfectly round belly and ass that was much bigger than it was before.

He loved to squeeze you when you slept, roving his hands over every inch of your silky smooth skin that you would allow. He was addicted to you, there was no other way to put it. Not even going into how amazing the sex was with you in this phase of life.

The distraction of the mere thought is written all over Hyungwon's face in the mirror and you raise your brow at him stalling with the zipper stopped just above your tailbone.

"Hyungwon..." you summon his attention and his sultry bedroom eyes drag over your body to stop on your reflection. He smirks mischievously before biting his lip, lifting his brows to answer.

"Hmm?.."

You smiled at his obliviously distracted expression, your drying tears seeming silly now that you were brought back into the present.

The world wasn't over. You would find a new dress and your fine ass husband would be beside you through any other minor crises that inspired your hormones to make you overreact. Looking as unphased as he was handsome every single time.

Heavy on the handsome. Tall and broad-shouldered. Lean and muscular. Pillowy soft lips and strong hands.

Damn.

Suddenly, your mood takes a drastic turn in a new direction.

Without responding to his wordless question, you finished peeling the tight dress from your body. Knowing you were completely nude underneath it, you kept your eyes on your husband's dazed face as you shimmied the garment down your thick thighs and calves until it hits the floor.

Hyungwon stares shamelessly at your body from behind, his tongue sneaking over the corner of his mouth hungrily with a smirk.

Crisis averted.

Jooheon

His hands feel warm and comforting as they glide over your protruding belly mindlessly. It was early, the sun had barely risen, and the two of you are lying comfortably in your shared bed.

Jooheon is the big spoon, a new role he'd taken up since your baby bump had grown to the point where spooning him wasn't plausible. But neither of you minded the change.

His breathing is slow and warm against your nape, his bare chest pressed against your back. Both of you are silent, apart from your breathing and you eventually drift back to sleep with the rhythm of your lover's gentle fingers strumming over your skin.

"Baby..." Jooheon whispers from behind you but you don't respond, only snoring softly as sleep reclaimed you. The sound is soothing to him, knowing that if you were still and at rest that his daughter would be wide awake.

As if to confirm what he already knew, a tiny foot presses up from within your womb. The little boop taps the center of Jooheon's palm and he smiled sleepily as he kept his hand where it was.

The baby continued to squirm and nudge through your torso, making you grumble softly in discomfort in your sleep. Jooheon takes note of your reaction and his face goes from being smitten to concern.

"Hey.." his deep voice croons softly, his authoritative tone directed at the flouncing fetus.

"Stop hurting your mama, little girl." He commands, pressing gently at the small lump sticking up from the side of your belly. 

The baby recoils her little foot and seems to obey his words since he didn't feel her moving anymore as he too allowed himself to drift back into a deep and wonderful sleep.

Life is but a dream...

Changkyun

"Anything yet?" were the words you heard through the bathroom door for the third time in the past 30 seconds.

That was how long it had been since you peed on the digital pregnancy test.

Your leg bounced nervously as you sat over the lid of the toilet, holding the test in your hands and staring at the tiny results screen.

The hourglass continues to blink as your anxiety increases and Changkyun's nervous pace is all you could hear outside of your foot tapping feverishly against the bathroom floor.

"Nothing yet." were the words he heard through his side of the door in the hallway.

His work boots tapped heavily against the hardwood floors and his car keys still jingled in his pocket. He hadn't taken the time to get settled since he returned from the store with the bag full of different pregnancy tests.

The convenience store clerk tried their best to keep their expression neutral when ringing them up, surely wondering why he was buying so many. But Changkyun didn't care.

He wanted to be sure.

Thousands of thoughts rush through his head as he paced, carrying several emotions with them.

Fear. Confusion. Anxiety. Excitement.

A disconcerted combination.

The two of you had been together for a little over a year and the thought of becoming parents was terrifying. You were both so young and had so much more to experience together as a couple. How the hell was a baby going to affect that?

He had a decent job and you were fresh out of college, set to accept an offer from a good company. The money wouldn't be an issue but Changkyun couldn't help but fear what he had to contribute wouldn't be enough.

His father was absent for the majority of his life and he couldn't bear the idea of being anything like him. But he still felt doubtful of his ability to be a dad worth having.

Would he be good enough?

Would you look at him differently if he wasn't? Would he lose you?

Both of you?

The bathroom door suddenly opening nearly shocks the ghost from Changkyun's body and he freezes mid-stride at the sight of you in the doorway.

Your eyes were swollen and red from tears but your expression is blank as he approached you.

"What...what's wrong? What does it say?" he asks, his brow etched with concern. You sigh shakily before lifting the capped blue and white test to hand it to him tentatively.

Changkyun takes it and stares down at the black pixelated text on the tiny gray screen. You watched warily as his expression melted from his soft worried scowl to something less readable.

He looks up at you.

He looks back down at the test.

Then something unexpected happens.

He smiles.

"We...we're gonna have a baby?"

You nod cautiously at him, unsure of what this reaction meant.

Mainly because you'd spent that entire time in the bathroom alone telling yourself that this was it.

This would be the end of your relationship with the one man that genuinely made you feel safe. The two of you hadn't had a serious conversation about children and you knew of his complicated childhood. Changkyun was the type of man who would step up and do what was right regardless and while that should have brought you comfort, a part of you felt guilty.

Because you knew whether he wanted a baby with you or not, he would stay because his father didn't.

The conflict in your expression has Changkyun's smile faltering slowly.

"You're upset.." he states off of observation and you wanted to kick yourself for letting your thoughts read across your face.

"No!...well..maybe. I feel a lot of things, to be honest.." you stammered. Changkyun's eyes dart between your face and the pregnancy test still in his hand.

"Yeah...me too."

You kept your eyes on him, gauging his mood before responding.

"Exactly how..do you feel?" You draw out the question because you weren't sure if you really wanted to ask it.

What if he was shocked and that was why he smiled?

What if he's actually upset and just doesn't want to show it?

What if he doesn't want this to happen? What would you do?

The questions spun in your mind, triggering a pestering ache to swell in your chest.

Changkyun is quiet for a moment as he considered the words and you watched him worriedly as they gathered on his tongue.

"I feel......happy. And scared shitless. But happy. Is that...weird?" He asks.

That was when you smiled despite the tears in your eyes. Damn hormones were already kicking your ass. You shake your head emphatically at his question, a small wave of relief washing over you.

"It's not weird. I honestly feel the same way..shocked even. So...you're not upset?"

"No! Babe, why would you think I'd be upset?" He asks and you shrug your shoulders, already feeling weepy again.

"I don't know...maybe because this is unexpected and the timing isn't really ideal for either of us. You're working hard and I haven't started working yet myself. Our apartment isn't big enough and we barely have room for our stuff..." you were beginning to ramble, wiping tears mindlessly as they fell.

"We never talked about this seriously and I'm not even sure this is something you want with me. And we had plans to do so much...I just feel guilty and stupid for letting this happen.."

Changkyun lets you talk until your emotions jumble the words too much to understand and he sighs as he reaches out to cup your cheek.

"Hey, look at me." He coaxes and you go silent, sniffling aside, and look him straight in the eye.

"That's what you're worried about? Me not wanting this baby with you? Seriously?"

You weren't sure how to respond with words so you merely shrugged sullenly.

Changkyun rolls his eyes and pulls you into him, forcing you to bury your face into his chest. He was warm and smelled heavenly as usual even though he was fresh off from work.

He keeps the pregnancy test tucked between his fingers as he held you tightly in his embrace, resting his cheek against your forehead.

"And here I was worried that you would feel that way about me...." He murmurs.

You huffed and sniffled against his heartbeat, squeezing him with your arms wrapped around his waist.

"I can't imagine myself having a baby with anyone else Kyunie..." you manage to say after a beat and Changkyun smiles against your skin. He lifts his head to plant a kiss on your hairline then pulls back to grab you by the cheeks, effectively pouting your lips for him to kiss.

The smooch was sweet and chaste, but just enough to have your eyes fluttering slightly. When the blur of your tears is blinked away, you find Changkyun's gorgeous features inches from yours.

"Good. So let's both make a pact right now to stop doubting each other's dedication to the other and start changing some of our plans, ok?" He lifts his brows in expectance of your answer. Instantly the pain in your chest fades and the meaning behind the newly sprung tears changes.

You nod up at him and smile warmly.

"Ok."

A/N: Awww, that was fun to write. I hope yall enjoy them a lil in between the hard hitting smutty stuff. I'll most likely do more of these if the scenarios come to mind. Feel free to suggest any if you'd like.

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Hi! ❤️ I'm here for FanFic Ask Game: F, G and X please :3

Heho 🩷✨️

Thank you for the ask, I had to really dig deep with this one ����

If anyone else wants to ask me something about my fics, feel free to look at this list!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Ohhhhh, that is a tough question, I tend to like the dialogue I write, but it's not always my main focus, and I'm also not necessarily the funniest person, so... also, I couldn't decide, so you can have a sad dialogue, sth spicey and maybe an honourable mention or sth😂

for clarity, I've taken out a few parts of non dialogue for readability. If you want to read the whole thing, feel free to click the links!

"I'm sorry I didn't come with you", he continued when the other two didn't say anything, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said no."

So first, I have this snippet of You're the only one who can:

"I'm sorry for not being able to be honest", he pressed out, getting closer to the bed.

"For not being brave enough..."

"I didn't want this...", he said, his knees finally hitting the mattress, "I didn't want to make you feel like this..."

"I love you, both of you. So much. I didn't want to make you feel like I don't want you, don't need you, because I do. I need you so much that it scares me..."

"I don't want to have to hide you anymore", Jan said lowly, pressing their foreheads together.

This might be more of a monologue since it's mostly Bojan talking, but I honestly really like this, as well as Jan's reply. I liked writing it. It made me tear up, and I think it's showing a lot of the emotional chaos Bojan is going through in that fic and how much he still loves his boyfriends and how much he needs to show them, even though he doesn't wanna go public yet. It's cute and idk, I don't really like going on about my writing that much 😂😂

The other snip of dialogue I have is from chapter two of At your beck and call (I wanna ride):

"Isn't he perfect like that, Janči? Such a good boy for us", Nace says lowly.

"Yeah, he is", Jan presses out through his teeth.

"You know what would make him even more perfect? How he would look even better?" "He'd be even hotter dripping with both our come, fucked out, sloppy and wet, a good little boy, just for us."

It's the first fic North and I collabed on and it's still one of my favs. This is pure filth and Nace "Mr. Cum Kink" Jordan is running his mouth to get what he wants. Idk what possessed me here, but it felt right having Nace dirty talk like that, cause I think he'd be good at it ngl

Now to some honourable mentions 😂

I really like most of the dialogue I wrote in Intertwined.

Especially the little dialogue in the second chapter between Jan and Kris, where Jan was in front of the door waiting for Kris to buzz open the door for him because he didn't want to get out his key.

Or in chapter four (the big sad as I like to call it) when Bojan met Nace who was on a walk with Oli and they had their little back and forth about whether or not the band would've just taken any bassist as long as they got a dog that then shifted into Bojan talking about Igor being a good kitty.

I also have some dialogue from fics that are not yet published or where the next chapter isn't up yet, so if you want to know more about those, feel free to ask me 😊

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I wish I could just write my scenes out of order, that would make my process much easier and probably faster, but since I'm constantly coming up with things on the go and don't really like having to decide early what I still have to write, I don't really like doing things out of order. This sadly leads me to sometimes being stuck tho, so that's why writing always takes a while for me.

What I do, however, is going back and putting in more details. While I need to write things from start to finish, I love editing and love putting in little touches. I really hate having a blank page, so I hate having to come up with the first sentence of a fic or the beginning. I stall and don't know what to do, so I'm feeling unsure and awkward. The same thing applies if I have a blank page in front of me. That's why I sometimes pre write my dialogue in one go for a scene, just so I have words I can jump between and don't have the dread of the great nothing holding me back.

Also because sometimes dialogue comes easier to me, so I like writing it down and coming up with replies on the go is much easier than anything else.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Oh god... eh... I don't like making my blorbos suffer, I don't enjoy them being sad and I'm not a fan of unnecessary hurt... with what I'm writing in Intertwined, you might be convinced otherwise tho and somtimes I'm not too entirely convinced myself, ngl. But if by suffering, we mean crying, I do absolutely enjoy having Bojan cry (but mostly in a begging, shaking, sobbing way, less the actual real tears because he's sad), so yeah 😂😂😂

[professional-loser-pisces]

bee writing prose?hell froze over apparently

"The first time the preacher man baptized me, I wore white, long and flowing. He told me that I looked just like the Virgin Mary, a completely pure, innocent little lamb. I was so flattered that I just stood there and blushed, gasping for attention like a fish out of water. The boys at school never noticed me. I'm not sure any of the boys at school noticed any girl. They were so young, after all; Girls mature faster; at least, that's what was always told to me over hushed, low-calorie dinner confessions. Girls mature faster; if he likes you, he'll be violent; if he loves you, he'll guilt you into submission; those were my early teachings, the parables of the Mother Mary. Once, I asked my father why we couldn't worship Mary; her teachings were keeping me safe, and she loved me enough to shame me. It felt wrong to ignore such important lessons. I was never given an answer other than my mother pulling me out the screen door, tentatively telling me I should never ask why. What would my father think of such a rebellious little girl?"  It's your duty to be a good girl for him, right?" I suppose those parables are still faithful, seeing as I was a child playing grown-up games with the king. The preacher man told me what a beautiful young lady I was becoming. He struck, chastised, allowed me to grow up before I reached my first decade, and what could be more holy than god on earth affirming your childhood teachings?

The preacher man baptized me many times during my years of piety. Every Sunday without fail, He would lead me to his alter and put me under the cool wetness, cleansing away the dirty acts I had committed through the week, for my pants and rock music. for noticing Tommy Smith, for admitting that I had a body, let alone the thought that maybe my body was my own. I was relieved when he took me to his place of worship because then I would be forgiven for my atrocities. He would take a drag from his menthol after each confession and say, "catholicism is nasty business. But some, such as you, need extra guidance. Thank the lord I have been ordained to save you.' I spent every Sunday on my knees, looking up at god hanging on that cross, looking up at the preacher man pleading for forgiveness for loving the other more. God, how I loved the preacher, man. Oh, how I loved Jesus, the holy trinity of my salvation. Only years later, when the Kool-Aid had exited my stomach and when the time spent on my knees was an attempt to forgive myself, did I realize the bitter pill I was never meant to swallow; neither of them loved me back.

Last sunday, after much begging from my mother, my father having already passed to glory, i went to see that old preacher man. I wore white, long and flowing, dressed like a nun washed up on the shore of Jordan. he wore the same shit-eating grin as he did all those baptisms ago, the same expression of god watching his son on the cross. I imagine god had told Jesus much what the preacher man told me when he watched me struggle for my own breath while he watched the spilling of my blood." this is for your own good, my child. This is what will save us. I love you, and I must prove it." he shouted on hellfire, on brimstone, on the dangers of the world.”be in the world congregation, not of it.”He failed to mention the white cross that he bore, which brought about the salvation of many youths and caused speaking tongues and splintered wood. The rest of the flock never knew, but I, as the chosen, innocent sacrificial lamb, did. I could see the wolf in the pulpit, teeth bared, and the black coat scarcely hidden under ill-fitting polos. I spent all of last Sunday on my knees, looking up at the Virgin Mary, begging her forgiveness for giving myself Justice.I begged forgiveness as a child to a mother.'  I'm sorry I had such hatred for you. I'm sorry I asked through tears why you allowed Father to do these things. I'm sorry that I never saw you were once the same innocent lamb. I am sorry that I never saw that you could not escape your own baptisms, let alone pull me from the waters of mine. I'm sorry that we drowned alone when we could have been drowning together.'

[sydmarch]

it's really sad to see that gen v is seemingly starting to drop off in quality - it had SUCH a good premise and beginning but is starting to fumble a bit :(

yeahhhh like don't get me wrong I'm overall still enjoying the show a LOT. i liked what they ended up doing with shetty basically being butcher & us getting to see things from the other perspective, i like everything they've done with cate (lowkey homelander but a girl?? what could be more compelling to me), i really liked how they brought neuman in & i'm excited to see where that ends up going, so there's still definitely a lot going for the show!

but fr they need to stop making the episodes so damn short so it feels like we just lose out on a out of stuff. it feels like there had to have been significant developments to jordan & marie's relationship for them to have gone from both of them being like "shit i need to talk to the other person" to casually kissing & acting coupley without us ever really seeing any of that get resolved? it's very weird & jarring and i'd felt like their relationship had been written really well up until recently.

& i definitely feel like andre is where they're fumbling the most like yeah i've rbd some posts like "he sucks" but really it's more like they did him dirty bcus in the first few episodes i REALLY liked him! what little we saw of his relationship with luke was so sweet & the dynamic between him and cate was so compelling early on, & even tho his whole nepo baby plotline wasn't exactly the most interesting out of all the main guys it WAS still interesting and it felt like it had potential. but instead of following through with that & having andre's moment in jumanji be something relating to his relationship with his dad... they decided to just make him into a fuckboy going behind his best friend's back to be with cate? & they couldn't even make THAT compelling by having it relate to say jealousy over luke, or a juicy misguided attempt at wanting to be with luke, nothing beyond just "i loved her"? come on that's sooo boring especially compared to finding out jordan had been clued into something fishy going on with brink early on, getting a deeper look into marie's trauma, cate's backstory. andre's part in that episode was so "go girl give us nothing"

[theravenphoenix26]

Hey I love your writing could you maybe do a part where the reader and Jordan meets for the first time and them falling in love and maybe their wedding and them having children and making a life together and then Jordan’s pov where he meets azriel for the first time

Another bonus from leaving, all you Jordan lovers are going to adore it...I hope.

~~~

She wouldn't stop crying. Hanna had always been quiet. Then Ari had left, he mother had left her, and now she barely stopped crying.

Jordan was nothing short of exhausted. His mate had left him, and work was kicking his ass. Not that he'd even been able to work for weeks because nobody would watch Hanna.

"It's okay Han. I've got you." He whispered. They'd needed groceries and he was walking down the street, holding his wailing daughter. People were giving him dirty looks, and he didn't know what to do.

There was a bookstore to his left. It was painted a soft olive green, little stars painted on the white window sills. It was calming and he felt drawn to it. So he went in.

The little brass bell above the door jingled as he entered. He looked around, the walls were lined with towering shelves. Dark hardwood floors perfectly contrasted the lighter seats.

It was cozy, and he was immediately calmed. A soft singing was coming from the counter to his left, he looked up and saw her. She was stunning.

Red hair, cut at her shoulders. A soft voice that sang gentle words. Tanned skin that just looked incredibly soft.

He would never forget that moment. He would never forget the sight of her in black jeans and a lavender shirt. Her lags crossed beneath her as she perched delicately on a stool behind the counter, reading.

That was the moment his life changed.

Hanna was still crying and you could see the moment she noticed. She looked up, taking in him and the child. And she stood. Walking over and gently pulling Hanna out of his arms.

He watched as his daughter slowly stopped crying. He watched her reach up and pull the woman's red hair. He watched the smile that broke out on her face as she turned towards him.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, her voice even softer when she wasn't singing, "I'm quite good with kids and you looked panicked."

He nodded, not even able to say anything.

She looked at him, waiting for him to speak. "Was there something you came in for?"

"No, it just looked calm in here." He muttered.

"Oh, well I'm glad, that's the vibe I was going for. I'm Y/N by the way." She reached out the hand that wasn't holding his daughter.

Y/N, the name suited her. "A beautiful name. I'm Jordan. Thanks for taking her."

"No problem, Jordan." She said his name like it was an experiment. He loved it. Maybe this was what he needed. A new person, someone that would help him out of this place.

~~~

It turned out they had a lot in common. Her mate had cheated on her, and she'd left. He'd threatened to killed the male. Tried to encourage her to let him. She hadn't budged.

When she found out about Ari she'd been far worse than he was over Azriel. She was enraged, and it didn't help that she could easily find Ari.

Once, they'd been walking down the street and they saw her. He'd had to physically hold Y/N back. Ari was walking down the street, holding the hand of the man he'd considered a best friend.

It wasn't something Jordan had expected. He'd cut ties with Aaron, the man Ari was with. He had needed space after the breakup.

The breakup it was now looking like Aaron had caused. He didn't know how he hadn't noticed it. And he was a mess when he saw them. Y/N had wanted to kill them both. The only rational thought he had was that he couldn't let Y/N be hurt. She would be if she did anything.

Plus, how could he blame Ari for moving on. He already was.

Y/N quickly became his best friend. They could talk about anything and Hanna adored her. She was the best thing in his life, second to only his daughter.

He didn't know when he fell in love with her. She just woke up one day and realized he had.

It took him over a year to say anything.

That day had been one of the scariest of his life. He'd dressed nicely. An olive green shirt tucked into black slacks. He began walking to her shop, holding Hanna's hand, running over ten thousand things he could say.

They'd had to stop on the way to grab flowers. Carnations, every color he could find; peach, blue, purple, red, orange, yellow. They were her favorite flower. And she didn't have a steady favorite color so he'd grabbed them all.

He knocked on the shop door, she lived in the apartment above. It was the first time he'd ever knocked at that door.

She answered in a dress. A green that perfectly matched both his shirt and the shop walls. She looked stunning.

"Jordan," she sounded surprised he was there.

"Y/N, you look beautiful." He stumbled over the words. It was a difficult thing, to move this relationship into another. It was a difficult thing to even think about.

"Yeah, I've got to get going soon though."

He smirked, he needed to be confident in this moment. He needed to not be a wreck. "Oh yeah, you got a hot date or something."

"Yeah I do."

He could feel the smile melt off his face. This would be the first date she'd been on after she'd arrived in Dawn. He had waited too long.

"Please don't," he whispered, "stay here with me, there's something I want to talk about."

She looked shocked, but open the door a bit wider. "Only for a minute," she said.

He walked in, picking up Hanna and taking her to what had become her room. Jordan walked back into the loving room, and watched Y/N. She perched calmly at the end of an armchair, the exact opposite of what he was feeling.

"Okay this is a lot so just bear with me. I love you Y/N. You know I do. But I've finally realized I'm in love with you. I love everything about you, I always have. And we're each others people. You and Hanna are my everything. There is nothing I love more than you, and I would do anything for you. Just give me a chance, Y/N, because I'm in love with you and it's not going to change."

He watched the confusion cross her face. This was it, he'd blown it. He was going to lose his best friend.

He shut his eyes, he couldn't watch her reject him. Jordan felt her hands on his face, she was always warm. He assumed it was because of her Autumn heritage.

"Jordan, open your eyes."

He listened, he always did. He waited for her to reject him.

"Jordan, listen to me," She spoke softly, "I love you too."

~~~

They were married a year later, and shortly after they had James.

Jordan was surprised when Y/N said she wanted to return to night. But he went along with it. She was his wife and if she was ready, he had no issue with it.

He watched her walk out the door that day, dread settling into his stomach. He knew Y/N would never cheat. He knew she was the most loyal being on the planet.

But this was her mate. He knew the pain that came from a mate leaving. And he knew the joy that could come from seeing them again.

Maybe that was why he'd lost his focus on Hanna. He'd watched his daughter tumble through the leaves. Jordan had diven after her, and when he'd finally reached her she was on the ground.

He checked her for injury, and when he found she was fine he laughed. Hanna was pissed. But truly it was funny, she'd been flying for years. Never once had she made a mistake.

The fact that she'd fallen was hilarious. She refused to talk to him all the way to the Night Court.

When they got there she walked off, and he had to go get Y/N with just James by his side.

His son had ran to her and told her every crazy thing he could. She went out to get Hanna and he made stupid small talk.

Jordan could see the Shadowsinger brooding next to a blonde woman. He figured that was Elain, she was pretty. But he couldn't see the appeal of her over Y/N.

Y/N was beautiful and strong. This woman, she seemed the opposite. She clung to Azriel like she'd drop dead if she let go.

Jordan didn't envy him.

Soon Y/N came back and left again, taking the nicest ones with her. The interrogation started the minute they left the room. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He'd been prepared for this, he'd known there would be questions.

He could listen to it all. Then the Shadowsinger himself spoke up.

It was such a simple question: "Why have we never heard of you?"

It was rude and offensive. And the tone it was asked in was awful.

So he snapped, "I don't respond to cheaters."

And Jordan felt like a badass. He had everything, a beautiful wife, a loving family. It was perfect.

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[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Clark setting his brother up Morgan up with his best friend you

"Come on don't be scared. you'll have a great time. she's a hoot!"

Morgan Highly doubt he would have fun with you once you realize he was your Blind date for the night. Not that the billionaire could blame you, he Did Burn down your house and to boot.. he crushed your car.. Just to make it impossible for you to ran off to warn Clark about his plan.

that was months ago, since he started to accept Clark as his brother and Lois and the twins he's started Seeing everything and everyone in a new light. especially you. He wasn't sure how Clark could Miss his opportunity to Woo and have you.

at first impressions, he thought you were a goody toe shoe who was far too Kind and navies of the world to be real. But when you tried Fighting him to Save your best friend. he saw fire inside you to protect your friends the people you love. he noticed how funny you were. and how you and Clark would spend hours geeing over shows. that Lois Didn't like and a black dress you wear. you do wear it often but he's seen you wear a black dress he's heart stops when he sees you wearing it. it wasn't reveling. it was tasteful and snug. but the back. he loved. it had a cut out of a large heart and he's often imagined brushing his fingertips over your back. he acted like a teenage boy when he thought too hard about that. he's heat vision flared up once. out of the blue while you were over at the Clarks Farm for a BBQ. he Flew away humiliated by his actions that Clark had to fly yo check on his brother.

"this was a mistake.. she will NEVER Accept me.. or agree once she see's it me!"

Clark went to say something till he's phone dinged as he checked it to see Lois texted.

Lois: I told Y/N I couldn't hold it in. if he was anyone else I would have kept it but she deserved to know. Surprisingly she agreed but has a condition.. she plans the date tonight.

Clark: Deal, Love you

Clark chuckled softly as he looked up at his brother as he spoke, "Good news or bad news first?"

Morgan sighed heavily as he spoke, 'what's the bad news?"

Clark chuckled softly rubbing his head, 'well- NO fancy Dinner tonight. Y/N knows and she agreed to the date but Only if you agree to let her plan it."

Morgan's jaw dropped stunned as he spoke, 'she knows?"

Clark nodded his head, "yea. Lois couldn't hold it in... im assuming your okay? with her terms?"

Morgan simply nodded as you texted Clark

Y/N: Make sure he wears something comfy. and something he's okay with getting dirty.

Morgan was meeting you at Clark's house. mainly because Clark was fixing your car. as you were in the house while the boys fixed the car. as you looked at Lois. your hair was curled which you never do, you can't do it. your hand doesn't twist that way good to curl. and your makeup was done. you felt. Silly.. this was never wrecking. "Oh God, I'm so nervous. I didn't think I would be. it's Morgan.!" you called out as you got up. getting away from the mirror as Lois spoke, 'you look beautiful and your the one in control tonight you picked out the place so you would be comfortable."

"yea- but.. he wasn't supposed to agree! I mean.. Lois! look at me! i am not the fancy type.. I'm.. homely and- a country girl and Sure.. he's - history is complicated but he's Rich and he's probably expecting. a high class brow girl."

"he knows what you are. and hwat you look like. I don't think he thinks you will be that."

"well then he's crazy he's used to supermodels and Influencers- or power hungry women! What could someone so like him! see in me?"

"your Heart is worth ten times the influencers and he can't see that. he's lost.. i'm surprised you agreed."

"I think he might be ill if he- arranged this. "you both laughed. as Clark and the twins were working on the car as Morgan flew in holding flowers as Jordan spoke, 'brownie points Uncle Morgan." he chuckled thanking him as the three of them heard you talking to Lois.

"he probably knows Tricks,- I don't know any tricks.. when ti comes to that."

Lois chucked saying you were overthinking it and that it was the first date and that if he did.. Lucky you. you laughed at that as Morgan's cheeks went rosy as Jordan went to comment but Clark coughed, 'Go- Get Y/N."

they all walked to the house as they walked in as you were called down as you noticed morgan holding your favorite color roses. you turned to Lois, 'I told you he had tricks! how does he know my favorite roses?" Lois chuckled as Morgan stepped forward, "these are for you." you walked over as everyone stared at the two of you.

"Lois can i borrow your vase? I" she smiled brightly saying of course as you spoke, "there beautiful you ready?' he nodded his head as you both walked outside of the house. you took a deep breath thankful you were out of the eye sigiht of your best friends and their sons.

you got the Car started as Morgan sat in the passenger side as he spoke, "what is the plans?"

"A Drive in movie, they are playing my favorite movie tonight and it's raising charity for the new library. the last one got flown into. by a - well your friends." he rubbed his neck as you drove slowly. as you spoke, "plus i figured Mister Rich Guy probably never had a drive-in movie experience. and it's a human tradition. "

Parking in the middle you changed the radio station to the station you needed to hear the movie as you went to get the snacks. getting back Morgan was holding his hands nervous he didn't use to not being in control, he never felt this pounding in his chest before. you walked over offering him the bag as you slide in beside him as you spoke, "I know you probably had a huge.. Experience date planned but I'm not good with expreince stuff."

"this is perfect I never acturally ever seen this movie." you turned to him gasping .and for a second forgot who he was. as you gripped his arm, 'your Joking!"

he shook his head as you shook your head, "Oh my god. this is the best date movie, there Action, romance, comedy. great one liners that i will expect you to memorize if you ever want a second date."

he's heart squeeze at the mention of a second date. as you smiled looking up at the screen.

Between the "awfully sorry i have to kill you " and the "mostly dead" quotes. somehow you were not only up against Morgan but you were kissing him. the movie was completely forgotten when he uttered "As you wish" as you asked for some of his popcorn. it was corny but delightful. you were sitting on his lap when the car was tapped. on the passanger side. you pulled back stunned seeing how steamy the window's got as you reached up slowly rolling down the windows to see Kyle's Shit grin face.

"hiya Y/n. what you doing?'

"solving world problems- what you want?"

"well Lana was busting my balls to make sure it wasn't Jordan and our kid in here."

that made you shake your head, "my car? why would he take my car?"

"I saw him driving around with Sara yesterday in it."

'the rat jerk! he's how my car broke! oh, im going to kill him!" you pleaded as Kyle just chuckled trying to take a peak at who was your mystery man. but he kept his head turned and away. he wasn't technically allowed to be out of prison. you spoke, "well- i am Not sara.. so Goodbye."

you went to roll up the window as he rubbed his neck, "ti's a family evant.. can you just- move along."

"wasn't so family friendly when it was you in the car with Lana!"

"Come on now, that was years ago. we were kids.. you have a entire nice place to do this in."

"When you get old man?' you called out as he touched his heart to his chest, "Oh that one Hurt Y/n!'

"we'll clam down."

you promised as he said okay and left. once you got the window back up. and looked at morgan you both busted out laughing. as you slipped off his lap as he looked at you, "next date. more private."

"next date. out of Smallville."

"Deal."

[nightwngz]

dbf! hal jordan needed!!!💖

— 𝐃𝐀𝐃’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 !! 🧪

hal jordan x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… porn with plot. smut. age gap. dbf! hal. fingering, blowjob, dirty talk, pet names “doll”, p in v.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞… as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞… This is definitely my favorite request ever. I NEED MORE REQUESTS ABOUT HAL 🙏🏻🙏🏻. I hope you like this <3

For as long as you can remember, Hal Jordan has been your father’s best friend. The friend who occasionally ate lunch at your house, and the friend you were never supposed to be attracted to.

And in the darkness of his apartment, when the two of you were alone in his room, you realized it was a complete mistake to get involved with him. But as bad as it was, you couldn't stop looking for him.

He was in front of you, but you weren't watching him because your mouth was busy doing other things. Specifically, your tongue surrounded every inch of his erect cock, staining your mouth with his wet essence.

At the same time, he held your hair to guide your movements. But when his size started to suffocate you, that was the moment when you started to cry because you couldn't stand it.

— Come on, doll. I thought you could handle it.

He smirked as he pulled your mouth away from his cock to admire your smeared face. He even reached out to wipe some of his cum off your chin with his thumb, only to put it back in your mouth later and have you lick it all off.

— Did you swallow it all like I taught you?

Tears soaked your cheeks, but you nodded as best you could.

You were then roughly thrown onto the bedspread. He positioned himself against you, pressing your body against the mattress. His mouth threatened to touch somewhere on your naked body, but the touch of his lips was the least you could feel, so you began to feel more anxious than usual.

— You want this, don't you, doll? Look at you, crying like a slut just for a few caresses. — He whispered in your ear.

— Please…

— That's all you can say? What's wrong with you? Has sucking my dick made you stupid?

You began to breathe heavily as you felt him begin to move down your body. With one hand, he outlined your bare thighs with the suggestive intention of opening them until he could reveal what was hidden between them.

— Shh, stop crying. I'll give you what you want.

His warm hand traced the wet outline of your pussy, the simple touch it was enough to make you feel more and more sensitive. Then you felt his long fingers sloshing through the wetness of your pussy, moving up and down until they finally met the all-important main thing. His fingers had the eagerness to close by squeezing your swollen clit between them. And so the terribly pleasurable sensation was not long in coming, nor were your moans.

— Hal…

That was the name you moaned over and over again. And as bad as what you were doing was, it felt incredibly good.

— I know, I know. — He comforted you. — Do you know how easy it is to make you beg for just two of my fingers? I'll do this as many times as I want.

One of his fingers slipped inside your hole. It was wet and tight, but still, it began to swallow Hal's fingers completely. He was able to stretch them until he found the key spot inside you and began to touch it, causing your back to arch and soon, the mixture of stimulation brought you closer to cumming.

You couldn't even think clearly when you reached the point where his hand would end up stained all over your orgasm, but as soon as you regained consciousness, you looked into the man's eyes and witnessed an obscene act as he enticed you to suck his fingers.

— Clean up your mess, doll. — He commanded and then proceeded to stick his fingers in your mouth and finally be completely cleaned of your essence thanks to your tongue. — That's right, good girl. Your daddy would be so proud, look how obedient you are.

Not long after, you found yourself face down, with your head buried in the pillow and your ass in a position that would make it easy for Hal to fuck you comfortably as he pleased. The sound of sighs, moans and your skins colliding was all that could be heard in every corner of the room.

You could feel it. You could feel it stretching you and taking every bit of you. The pleasurable sensation that filled your body was impossible to define or explain. The movements were precise, hitting the same sensitive spot where he had touched you before. You could feel the satisfaction so deep in your belly that deep down you were begging for it to never end.

— Believe me… when I met you, from the first day, I wished I had you like this. It's funny, really, your daddy can't even imagine how slutty you are and how well you take me every night.

[zozo-01]

wip wednesday (midnight hockey edition 💞)

I was tagged by the lovely @autisticempathydaemon, but unfortunately, I don't have anything new to share in terms of fics. [sad face] SO!!! I shall share a lil reflection I did that I'm still really proud of!!!!

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As a brown girl, I've watched my favourite player, Nazem Kadri (an Arab, Muslim man) be continually harassed for his race and religion. But the discrimination he faced was the implied kind.  The kind that many white people can excuse because, "it's not a violent action so therefore it's ok," while I and many brown kids feel hurt from the microaggressions around us within a sport we love. 

Racism being present in hockey is something I’ve known my whole life. Though I have never played the sport, I’ve been hearing horror stories of what happens to players who aren’t white. (Who look more like me than they do their teammates.) Growing up in Toronto, one of the biggest hockey markets, you hear these stories everyday on the news.

Nazem Kadri’s stories were the ones that hit me the hardest. As a Pakistani, Muslim girl, many of the racist comments he receives are similar to the ones I have heard. I remember at age 10, reading about both the racist and Islamaphobic messages he got during a game at the same age as I was. Sam Kadri, Nazem’s father said himself, “Somehow, people with these comments about 9/11 and bin Laden seemed to keep coming up somewhere. I would get furious. But what can you do? I would definitely confront people who talked like that if I knew who it was, but I couldn't put myself in a compromising position.”

 I remembered feeling… dirty in a way? The best way I can describe it was my brain rejecting my body. Maybe because it didn’t want to think of the horrifying implications? That the same things said about him could be said about me.

I remember feeling the exact same way when I had learned that St. Louis fans had sent racist threats to him following game 3 of the Colorado/St. Louis second round series.

What had happened in game 3 was that Kadri was pushed into Jordan Binnington (the Blues goaltender) by an opposing player. This caused Binnington to sustain a knee injury and led to him leaving the game early. Many Blues players and fans were furious at the incident as this was a significant blow to the Blues roster. To play the number one seed and Stanley Cup favourites without your starting goaltender is a death sentence. What added fuel to the fire was when the league decided not to suspend Kadri. While Kadri’s innocence can be debated, this isn’t the first time he laid a serious hit on an opposing player, Blues’ fans needed someone to blame and they decided for it to be Kadri.

Ashley Kadri, Nazem Kadri’s wife, posted some of racist and death threats that were sent her way after game 3. To sum them all up, they all had the sentiment of  “you’re different, and you deserve pain for that.”

And again that dissociative feeling came rushing back to me.

But I think the thing that hurt me the most was when his comments after his heroic game four performance didn't go in depth about his experiences. The line that stood out to me was "For those who hate, that ones for them." As if it wasn’t basically everyone. But honestly, who can blame him?

Players, coaches and referees of all races have been kicked out from hockey from all levels for reporting and standing up to racism. And even if he did go on a similar rant that Steve Kerr had after what happened in Uvalde, he’d be called the ‘angry brown man.’

Over the course of this project, I didn’t learn anything new. It just reaffirmed something that I’ve known my whole life.

I (and many POC kids like me) fell in love with a sport that didn’t love me back.

It's easy to call out racism when it's obvious, and the NHL commends players for speaking out about their experiences... until it's a coach calling a player the 'n-word,' or a player on the ice calling the opponent a slur, or when it's time to punish a whole fanbase yelling out hateful speech, suddenly the NHL goes silent. We've seen what happens when a player goes against the 'Boy's Club' in hockey. Both Kyle Beach and Akim Aliu faced the consequences. And like always, everyone plays innocent when these allegations come out.

But it doesn’t have to be this way. There are a number of Black, Brown and Indigenous kids in junior leagues right now that are preparing to be stars in the league. Quinton Byfield was taken with the number two overall pick in the 2020 Draft. K’Andre Miller has emerged as an amazing player this year for the New York Rangers. The league is diversifying. Slowly, but it is. It would be nice if these kids, who are all around the same age as me, weren’t subjected to numerous racist attacks for every mistake they make. 

With this project, I want the white fans in the league to know that racism is in hockey. There is no denying it and continuing to deny would do no one good. I also want these fans to (and excuse my language) shut the fuck up when a player talks about an experience of racism and other forms of bigotry years later. We have established that hockey culture prevents players and coaches from talking about their negative experiences. So I do not want to hear none of this “why didn’t come out back then” shit.

The information provided can help the league let go of the toxic nature of hockey culture, so that people can finally talk about their experiences without facing repercussions, accountability can be taken to make sure that racist people are removed, regardless of their power, and that BIPOC parents can feel safe to put their children in hockey. And that those children grow up and inspire a new generation of BIPOC hockey players and fans, the same way Nazem Kadri did for me.

My whole life, everyone has preached to me that "Hockey is for all." My goal and hope are that within my lifetime, that hockey will be for all.

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 253

Rollie

Leah comes over to me rubbing her stomach. I narrow my eyes at her. She sighs as she get to me.

"What's wrong, Love?"

"Nothing. Shay wants to spend a night at Lexi's. I told her I'd see what you say."

I rub her hips. "You in pain?"

She drops her arms. "No it's nothing. I'm okay."

"You couldn't tell Shay whether or not she could stay? You had to come ask me or you wanted to get in here to lay down?"

"I'm in the middle of washing clothes. I don't have time to lay down."

I stand up. "I feel like you ignoring your body. I'll do it alright?"

"Do what Rollie? The fucking laundry?"

"Whatever needs to be done. Make a list." I lay her down on the bed putting her feet up. Ain't no reason why I can't help."

She closes her eyes not saying shit else. I watch her for a minute then walk out of the room to Jordan's room. It's dirty as shit. Stuff thrown everywhere like she in the middle of playing. I walk into the living room. Her and Lexi are on the tablet.

"You think you going anywhere with your room like that? Your mama trying to grow a baby while cleaning up after us and we can't help?"

"Yes sir I can." She scrambles up.

I look around the living room. "You think people want dirty people coming to their houses? They see this shit you won't be allowed."

Lexi starts cleaning the chips up. "Sorry."

"Is mommy okay?" Jordan (Shay) says folding a blanket.

"We will see after she is done with her nap. She went straight to sleep."

Jordan looks worried. "Mommy doesn't usually nap."

Lexi turns the TV off. "Did we stress her out? Oh no. Pregnant women are at risk. Let's do your chores the right way."

"Yeah." Jordan straightens the pillows. "God I love my mommy."

"She will be okay." I say cutting my eyes at them.

Fucking Bible reading got these girls shook. Don't know if I should be worried or not. I go into the kitchen. I got to ride over to Cammie's Atlanta house and check on things. Kirven was there the other day. I didn't ask him how long he was going to be staying there. Cammie should have rented the place out. Got that nice ass house sitting.

"Dad?" Jordan sits her laundry basket on the floor. "You washing these clothes?"

"I'm folding these clothes. You wash your own damn clothes."

She giggles. "You folding clothes?"

I fold the socks up. "Don't it look like it? Go on about your business."

"I never seen you take clothes out the machine. You be like what wrong with your hands. Jordan help yo mama."

"She pregnant and it getting harder to do this stuff. I can't make you do everything. You still a kid."

"Thank you." She smiles at me.

I smile at her. "You welcome precious. We need to have a talk before you go stay at a man's house."

"Okay." She opens the washer.

"Look at me." I say touching her hand. "Grown men don't touch little girls under their clothes. If your clothes cover it nobody touches it. Not your breast, butt, or anything between your legs. And don’t fucking touch anything on anybody's body. Kids don’t play like that. Got it?"

She nods her head. "Okay."

"You poke his eyes out, run and hide, then you call me. Always have your phone close by. Don't be playing so much you forget. When you away from home you got to keep your eyes on everything. You not a tiny little girl anymore."

"Yes, sir."

"And be clean." I hit her with a towel. "Nobody wants messy girls at their houses."

She giggles. "Yes sir."

I nod my head. "Your mama gonna cut your ass you wash them clothes like that."

"It takes so long." She throws the clothes back out the machine and goes through them.

She knows her mama don't fucking play with her about throwing everything in the washer. She separates them the right way. It didn't take her ass long at all. I reach up to the detergent for her and start the machine. She smiles at me and sit the basket with the next load neatly to the side. She grabs the vacuum and drags it out the room. I answer my phone.

"Yo?"

"Yeah, what's up?" Trey says.

I shrug. "You called me."

He chuckles. "Yo, my fault. I was tryna read this text. But yeah. When does Leah have her baby?"

"In like a month?"

"She having it in Atlanta?"

I get a bit irritated. "Where else She gonna have it?"

"California, South Carolina, wherever her people from."

"Her people from Atlanta. The ones she got."

He clears his throat. "Lane, boy I'm going to cut your ass. Stop. No. Hold on man."

I chuckle. All I could hear was screaming and Trey talking far away from the phone. Trey can't fucking handle that boy. He bad as shit and does whatever the hell he wants to do. I prepare myself to laugh. I'm so ready for it. I know he done did some bad ass shit. Trey comes back to the phone.

"Jayla." He blows. "Keep him in there with you. Cause. Naw he keeps fucking taking his fucking clothes off and putting a diaper on. I don't know where he getting the diapers from. I done put his draws back on 3 times."

I laugh. "Nigga wild."

"He fucking crazy. He go tell her that I'm hitting his butt. She thinking some weird shit."

"Cause she know you not spanking him." I laugh.

Trey blows. "I'm trying to plan this boy birthday party and make sure we are able to come to Atlanta for your baby shit. When is the baby shower?"

"Who supposed to do that me?"

"I don't know. I just know we didn't have one cause Caden was early."

I suck my teeth. "I'm already cleaning the damn house and shit. Don't give me more shit to do."

"Naw call and ask a woman about the baby shower."

"Like my mama?"

"That's who I would call. My mama."

I sigh. "Aight. I'll have her let you know."

"Aight. She here."

"Oh, she was just in Charleston." I laugh. "Yeah with Lane pulling some little girl hair."

Trey laughs. "I got to go ask about that story."

"Yeah." I say hanging up then calling my mom.

"Hey, Tummy. I only invited 5 people."

I chuckle. "Okay. Trey asked me about a baby shower for Leah. Is that like a woman thing or what?"

"Cammie, do you have plans for Leah a baby shower? Me? I would love to throw a baby shower. I usually just attend stuff."

"Well this not April's son so she can mind her business." Cammie says laughing.

"Be easy." April says.

Ma chuckles. "Don't worry baby we will get something thrown together. You would get more gifts if you had it in Charleston at the church."

"That's fine. Leah needs God's hands according to these little girls."

"Amen." Ma says. "Little children will lead the way. Little Lane got Ike to talk to his mother. At 2 years... well almost 3 years old. He is wise beyond his years."

"Ike talked to his mama?" I confirm.

Ma smiles through the phone. "He sure did, Tummy. Now he back to being quiet. There's gonna be a day when she wants that boy to shut up. Tummy let me get off this phone. Lane, Sweetie, why are you wearing that diaper?"

"I pee."

"Lord have mercy." She hangs up.

I laugh out loud to myself. That boy a damn fool. I swear. I get a picture to my phone from Ma. Lane has on no shirt and a damn pull up. Not fucking Caden diaper but a damn pull up. Where the hell he find a damn pull up that fit his ass? I laugh some more staring at the picture. Lane had a big smile on his face like he was proud of his diaper. He a fucking clown. The moment they put him in school the fool gonna get kicked out. They gonna stay changing schools.

"You talking to yourself?" Jordan ask pulling the vacuum back.

"Aye don't go wearing diapers when this baby comes."

She touches her chest. "I would never."

I show her Lane. She falls on the floor laughing.

"This was today?"

"Yes." I nod.

She rolls around holding her stomach then she grabs the phone. "Let me show Lexi. Lane so funny. His butt too big."

"Yeah."

"I promise I won't put on no Pull-up." She laughs walking out with my phone.

Cammie

I hit Lane on his naked butt. "What you doing?"

He laughs picking up his old baby bag. "Put on my draws."

"You stop acting like a clown. Let me see that bag."

"It say Daylan." He says digging through it.

I kneel down digging in it with him. Where the hell did this bag come from? It was from last year. Have we been gone from California since last year? It is his old overnight bag. His ass wants to dig through the damn bag like it actually belongs to him. Put the Pull-ups on. I pinch his butt. He falls over holding his ass.

"My cup!" Lane snaps digging in the bag. "Open it Mommy."

"Lane, I know that cup stank."

"No it not." He smells it. He makes a face. "Smell it."

I laugh. "No."

He smells it again then throws it. Trey just so happen to walk up and get hit by the cup. Lane gasps looking at Trey worried. Trey wasn’t bothered.

"This old ass cup."

"Smell it." Lane says standing up.

Trey smells the cup then holds it away from him. "Damn."

"Throw it." Lane giggles. "Throw it, Nevers."

"Boy." Trey says narrowing his eyes at him. "What you call me?"

Lane was back digging through the bag. I smile at Trey. He called him Neverson. He loves changing Trey's name. But Neverson. Trey points at Lane.

"Why your son naked?"

"This is where he has been getting the diapers. He ran out though. Lane put on some clothes."

He is playing with a toy that he finds. He starts crying, dropping the toy, and walking away. I shake my head. I don't know what his problem is. Trey touches the top of my head. I swat his hand away. He takes his foot and taps my ass crack. I suck my teeth. He chuckles then taps my ass again.

"Can we talk?" he asks

"Yes." I say standing up. "This house is crowded. Do you want to talk privately? Maybe take a walk."

He shrugs a little. "Ditch the kid and fuck."

"Talk."

"Nobody out back, sexy."

He winks his eye at me. I start to walk around him. He steps over a bit but not blocking my way. I run pass him but he grabs me anyway. Thinking I'm so fucking fast. I laugh to myself as he pulls me to him.

"Mommy." Lane says.

"Oh Lord." I yell running from Trey to Lane.

This boy had my baby. Oh my gosh. Lane had Caden by his shoulders hugging him with both hands with his legs fucking dangling. I take him from Lane checking him to make sure he breathing. He just chilling.

"Lane." I start. But what the hell I supposed to say? Don't touch my fucking baby? "Lane why do you have Caden?"

"Cammie!" April says coming down the hall. "You could have fucking said I'm taking the baby."

Trey chuckles taking Caden. "Lane had Caden."

April makes her eyes big. "Daylan! I told you not to touch your brother!"

Lane was unbothered. "I give Taden to mommy."

"I'm done." April says turning and walking away. "Hell."

"Nanma no say that." Lane follows her. "Nanma go outside?"

April spins around. "You gave Caden to your mommy so you can go outside? I can't believe you."

"Go outside?" Lane whines.

"Lane, Mommy going outside." Trey says walking behind April.

Lane cuts his eyes at me. "Mommy go outside?"

"Yes, let's go."

He runs his short ass legs through the house. I can't believe he took Caden from April so that he could go outside. What do you say to this little man who think he is 10 feet tall. I see Ike on the way out the door. He waves at me. I wave back. He is drinking juice sitting at the table by himself. He is such a sweet kid. He gets out the chair running over to me as I walk outside behind Lane. He looks at me.

"Yes?" He whispers nodding.

"Yes, you can go outside." I nod back.

He runs out the door behind Lane. He hugs Lane then runs to the bikes and power wheels. He hops in a car and ride off in it. Lane climbs the jungle gym all by himself. JJ runs outside with his draws on and nothing else. He freezes when he sees me. I just watch him. He walks out towards the yard staring at me. His partner in crime running around with only draws on as well. I guess April put them on him.

"Jayla?" Trey says hugging me. "We have a lot of talking to do before dancing with the stars."

"Yeah."

He kisses my neck. "I missed you."

I touch his hand. "Don't you get worked up about that. It's gonna be just like me teaching that class and that movie."

"Naw, man. Bae, who the hell watching Lane? And JJ? Caden plus Minnie?"

"JJ and Minnie are not your problem."

He blows. "But you gone be working with MiMi. Devin ain't shit. Bitch know just as much as me. We know the time that Mommy comes home. Two feedings and a couple diaper changes. Mommy will be home. Mommy in the next room."

"Tremaine, stop. Lane has April and Rose. Plus my mother."

"You not gonna let Lane stay away."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Cause they will come help if they know we have to be here. My mother will come. We can afford a nanny as well. Are we in financial trouble?"

"Naw."

"Okay then." I nod. "All those weeks I stayed in the hospital."

He sighs. "We each had a baby."

"Tremaine." I grab his face. "I did it for a year with Lane right there like Caden's age. I got this okay? I'm not leaving. I will be right there."

"Right there?"

I kiss him. "I like you stressing over our future. Now next thing."

"Breastfeeding and dancing."

"We take breaks. Plus these pumps are amazing these days. Just put them in your shirt and pump. Do a little dancey dance then empty."

He blows. "Church."

"Oh." I smile. "I found one. Celebrity friendly in Beverly Hills. Diverse, no cult like shit. My mom and Lonnie been there for a wedding before."

"Okay." He smiles.

I kiss him. "You were prepared."

"And what you say about birth control?"

"In my arm." I hold it up.

He touches it. "Oh."

There's screaming. It startled the hell out of me. I look around the yard. Lane is standing there staring at Ike. Ike swings down from the top of the fireman's pole. I don't know who screamed but JJ is riding a bike off to himself. Ike screams. It was Ike the first time as well. I watch how happy he is playing with Lane. Maybe he needed a friend or a family member to encourage him to let go. I hug Trey as he watches JJ fight with the bike.

[jeramewrites2]

3-18-24

Sitting at work and trying to make calls to get stuff done. As usual I am on hold. There isn't really any help at the other end of the phone. I am not really sure what the point is. I have to realize that there is a better way of looking at things. I am going to get everything done and this is not a world that is out to get me it is simply indifferent to me. That is the main thing I need to remember now.

I don't think I have a full 15 mins in me today. I have been doing well the last few days. Which considering the fact this is Monday is really a good sign. Usually when I start a writing practice I will do it for about 3 days and then quit and this time it has been 4 so far. So that is a pat on the back. I don't know if I will keep going with this blog but at least I am trying right now.

I was asked today by a patient if I had an eventful weekend and I have to say no. Not really. I didn't do a lot. I read another story out of the "Out Here Screaming" collection of short horror stories. They are edited by Jordan Peele. I have enjoyed the collection so far. The funny thing is is that as soon as I heard about this collection I was excited to read it. But as always I am cheap and I am definitely not going to pay full price for a hard back copy. That is true of most things. I can't think of a book that I would want to pay full price for.

I had a dream about Ace and Shadow this weekend. I dreamt that we had them cloned and that it worked exactly right. Everything was the same and it was amazing. We didn't have to retrain them at all. Everyone was just alive again and happy. I Know that is obviously wishful thinking. After all even the times I have heard about people cloning an animal they are still different than before because they are a different being. I just miss my boys a whole lot.

We drove to White Rock Lake this weekend to get out of the house a little. I was fine until we got past Half-Price Books. That was when I couldn't kid myself about where we were going. We didn't even take Shadow there all that often. But it was once a week for a little while and I would look in the back seat to check on him every once in a while. I did and on a small level I REALLY wanted to see him in the back seat. I started to cry a little. It wasn't for long but it was there. I didn't want to let my self go because my spouse had already fought back tears on the way there and she was driving so I didn't want to make it worse.

We got to the park and it was a nice day. A really nice day actually. There where a lot of people out enjoying the day. Everyone having their own private moments together. Everyone just out doing there own thing. There where quite a few people out fishing. I found odd because I can't believe that there are that many fish in that lake. My spouse's take was more that she would not eat fish out of the lake due to the number of dead bodies that they pull out of it every year.

My contention with that is just the fact that ever body of water had dead things in it. Water is inherently dirty. It is what grows life and life can't grow in a sterile environment. All fish are surrounded by death and then again life at the same time. I know that there is a lesson in there for me to learn as it pertains to Shadow and Ace. But as for right now I will continue to be sad that they are gone. I will deal but slowly.

Thanks for reading.

[jplupine]

Feral Possession: Chapter 5

Run Rabbit, Run, Run, Run

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3k WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Grimmjow being a Terror, Threats of Bodily Harm, Blood and Injury

Summary: Wynter finds a way to make things a little more even.

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Masterlist | Chapter 5:

  He turned and sat on the desk in one swift motion while looking at me with furrowed brows and amusement in his eyes. From how much of his chest and stomach was exposed, I could see a giant scar going from his collarbone down to his hip. It looked like an old wound, so I didn't believe it was from my uncle sealing him.

  "I hope you know Gary's going to come here now."

  "Let him. I don't give a shit." The demon truly looked as if he didn't care. "I've got your name now, Little Rabbit. Run as much as you like, but you can't escape me."

  "You-"

  "Kneel, Wynter." His voice was steady as he simply raised his hand, and it felt as if a heavy weight crashed against my shoulders. My knees hit the floor, and my eyes went wide. The demon only chuckled as I looked up at him. "Oh, how fragile you humans are. My, my, if looks could kill." He held his chin while smirking. "Don't fret too much, Little Rabbit. Without my full power, I can't make you do much. Though, what I can make you do now is enough."

  He stood before grabbing the front of my shirt to pull me to my feet. The demon began to walk away while dragging me behind him as he left the office. He went down the hall, then swung open the closet where the cleaning supplies were kept.

  "What are you-"

  "Shut up." He knocked the vacuum, broom, and mop all to the floor, and kicked the bucket to the side before balancing on his right leg. Raising his left paw to near chest height, he kicked right through the wall. The bricks behind the drywall loudly clattered down a staircase that I didn't even know was there.

  Had Uncle Jordan sealed it off? The demon cleared the way more before crawling through and yanking me after him. It was dark as we went down, and I couldn't see a damn thing. Misstepping, I stumbled down the stairs and face-planted into the demon's back.

  "Fucking humans." He grumbled before picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. "Having trouble, Little Rabbit?" His tone was condescending while he continued down the stairs.

  "Fuck you."

  "I'll throw you down these stairs. How'd you like that?" He retorted, and I noticed I couldn't even hear him walking down the steps that'd made so much noise when I had. "Ready to break the first seal? Too bad, you're going to anyway." He didn't even let me answer before dropping me on the cold floor.

  I still couldn't see anything, but the floor felt dirty beneath my hands and feet, and the air smelled like an old shed and dust. My eyes were trying to see in the dark, but all I could make out was the demon's glowing eyes. I heard a sound similar to fingers snapping just before candles lit up the room.

  My breath caught in my throat when I saw what was on the opposite wall. I couldn't tell if it was blood or paint marking the bricks in strange symbols, but it glittered in the candlelight as if it was still fresh. My gaze drifted to the demon, seeing the pissed-off expression on his face before I looked back at the body seemingly crucified against the wall. It looked exactly like the demon.

  Was him saying his body was sealed actually literal? If so, then how the fuck was he standing right next to me?

  It looked like railroad spikes were driven into the demon's palms and feet to hold him to the wall, and a collar of barbed wire pinned his neck to the brick. Even his tail was nailed down by the dark silver spikes. The sight of it all was brutal, and I couldn't even imagine how it'd happened.

  Uncle Jordan would never do something like this....would he?

  "You'll need to start from my left paw and work clockwise. Fuck it up, and you'll have to start over." His voice was low as his hands balled into fists at his sides. Those blue eyes shot to me when I didn't move. "I'm a projection, you idiot. That's my real body. Now get up and get me down." He yanked me to my feet before pushing me toward the wall.

  Hesitantly getting closer, I began to hear soft breathing from the body.

  "Why....Why can't you do this yourself if you're jerking me around all over the place?"

  "The spikes are fucking blessed. I can't touch them at all. If you won't do it, I'll just compel you-"

  "I'll do it." Standing in front of the demon, I also saw a symbol painted over his heart that matched the larger one on the wall. I honestly didn't want to release him, but how it felt to be forced to kneel earlier made me feel sick. Swallowing, I reached down to the spike in his left paw.

  My hands flinched back when I felt the heat of the metal, and a growl came from behind me. I was shaking again and wrapped my fingers around the spike before pulling. It wouldn't budge at first, making me have to put a foot against the wall for leverage. I stumbled back with the spike in my hands and nearly fell as the demon's leg now hung limply without the nail.

  The hole in his paw slowly began to close. I watched in fascinated horror as flesh stitched together. If he healed like that, what in the world was the scar from?

  Dropping the spike, I followed instructions and went to his tail. I noticed that with each nail taken out, the symbols on the wall began to fade. Certainly breaking such a seal wasn't this easy. The demon had mentioned how I must be related to Uncle Jordan, was that why? I was finding it difficult to rationalize such a thing in the first place.

  I saw the barbed wire around his neck was just looped around a hook and carefully lifted it up. The demon's body now limply hung from the final hand impaled against the brick. This nail seemed to be the most stubborn with how much I had to work it to get it out.

  "Lay me out and take the wire off." He commanded, and I dragged the demon out onto the dirty floor. He was heavy, making my muscles burn to move him. When the body was laying on his back, I knelt by his shoulder to undo the wire. I was wary of the spikes but managed to get it off. "Now, listen very closely." The demon grabbed my jaw to make me look at him. "When I vanish, bleed into my mouth."

  "What?!"

  "Do it, Wynter." I could already feel my body no longer being under my control as the demon faded from sight. I tried to fight it as my hand raised, and I brought the barbed wire against my palm. I cried out with pain as I began to bleed, but with the pain, the compulsion faded.

  My brows furrowed as I looked at my bleeding palm.

  Pain.

  Pain could break his hold on me. I'd be sure as Hell to remember that.

  "I hope you fucking choke." I snarled and slammed my hand down over the demon's mouth. It was quiet for a moment, making me wonder if what the demon was intending to happen was even happening.

  Then he shot up while taking in a deep breath.

  "Oh, fuck." He groaned before stretching out as his bones popped. He got to his feet while grunting and stretched out his legs without a care in the world. As if feeling my glare, he turned to me and smirked. "You did such a good job, Little Rabbit." He crouched in front of me and grabbed my wrist with a hand that was now warm instead of icy cold.

  He brought my bleeding palm toward his face before sticking out his tongue to lick the wound. I hissed and flinched from the pain, but I also noticed how his tongue was soft instead of sandpapery. My brows furrowed now- If he couldn't actually touch me, and his tongue was actually soft, what the Hell had been licking my hand the first night?

  "Your tongue's soft?" I muttered with confusion. His ears twitched, and his gaze drifted to me.

  "It is. What, curious to how it would feel?"

  "No. Just....I thought it was like a cat's." Realization dawned on his face before he burst into laughter.

  "I already told you I was just having some fun. I wasn't actually licking your hand then, Little Rabbit, it was wet sandpaper."

  "Then with Gary-"

  "No, I actually pissed on him. Speaking of piss-boy, shouldn't he be getting here by now?"

  "Oh, shit!" I hissed while jerking my hand from his hold and bolted to the stairs.

  "Wynter...." My body froze against my will. Looking at the demon, he was licking the blood from his lips with those feline eyes locked on me. "Your uncle left you the house because of your power. Shit, it's making my skin fucking buzz." He grinned with half-opened eyes as his claws flexed. The compulsion faded when there was no command, so I ran up the stairs as the demon remained where he was.

  What did he mean by power? I didn't have any 'power' other than sleeping an entire day away.

  Pounding came from the front door as I was scrambling into the hallway.

  "Wynter?! Wynter, open up!" Gary sounded frantic and close to busting the door down. "Wynter, come on!"

  "Sorry!" I quickly apologized after opening the door.

  "Where is he?" Gary pushed his way into the house, looking around angrily.

  "I'm sorry, who?"

  "You know who, I heard him. He came back, didn't he? He had your fucking phone, Wynter."

  "Gary, calm down. Who are you talking about? I've been in my office all night."

  "The guy who broke in! You said he was singing 'Sympathy for the Devil', whoever answered your phone was singing it."

  "Oh, I must have accidentally answered the call when my phone was in my pocket. I was playing the song. You know, trying to maybe figure out why that song."

  "Damn it, Wynter." Gary sighed with relief before turning to me with a tight hug. "That scared the Hell out of me."

  "My bad." I awkwardly chuckled, thankful he bought the lie.

  "Why are you so dirty?"

  "I fell when taking Dagur out. I was just about to get cleaned up before you came banging on the door."

  "Oh. Sorry." He pulled back while softly laughing. "You swear you're okay, right?"

  "Fine. Might be a little bruised from the fall, though."

  "....Do you mind if I stay for dinner? I just....wanna be sure you're okay."

  "Yeah, that's fine." I nodded. "You can make dinner while I shower." Closing the door, I wondered why it was so easy to lie to Gary. 'Because he'd think you're crazy.' I thought while shaking my head.

  "Sounds good." He seemed much calmer now and took his shoes off at the door. "I was planning on bringing burgers, but when I heard that song, I kinda just rushed over here as fast as possible."

  "Again, sorry about that. I didn't even know you had called." I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

  "Well, can't really blame you if it was just an accident. Now, go shower, I think I see a cobweb in your hair."

  "Oh, gross." I cringed while turning to head to the bathroom. I actually locked the door behind me, hoping to keep the demon out. From the last time Gary was here, it seemed the demon wouldn't bother him....if he was conscious, at least.

  Dropping my clothes in the hamper, I got into the shower and let the hot water wash away the dirt and dust on me. Glancing at my hand, I saw that it was healed. Heavily sighing, I couldn't even imagine how deep the shit was that I'd gotten into. Especially since one of the seals was broken now.

  "You were supposed to send piss-boy away, not keep him for dinner." I jolted from the voice, then rolled my eyes.

  "Can I get some privacy?"

  "I'm not looking through the curtain, there's your privacy."

  "Smartass." I muttered under my breath while running my fingers through my hair.

  "What I said earlier- I take it back."

  "You've said a lot."

  "Your soul. I want it." I froze as my eyes shot open. "I didn't think you'd taste like you smelled with how weak you seemed. My guess is you're just untrained. I can't compel you to give me your soul, so you're going to have to actually fucking give it to me." Relief flooded my veins as my shoulders relaxed.

  "No."

  "Come on, Little Rabbit. Either you give it to me, or I rip it from your corpse."

  "You can't do that if you want the second seal broken." I stated, and he clicked his tongue at me.

  "You really are a pain in my ass."

  "Yeah, well, you need me, I don't need you."

  "Didn't seem like you didn't need me when you were rubbing up on my thigh like you were in fucking heat." His voice held a tone of amusement as my cheeks burned.

  "I did not do that!"

  "Oh, but you did. Your scent was even screaming for me to fuck you. Oh! How about a deal, Little Rabbit? I'll fuck you in exchange for your soul, how's that sound?"

  "Go fuck yourself."

  "Well, you're no fuckin' fun."

  "No sex is good enough to give up my soul."

  "Then you'll be surprised by how many souls I've taken in exchange for sex."

  "I don't want to know." Grabbing my shampoo, I poured some into my palm. "How about this, demon? You give me what I want, I'll give you my soul and help you get your power back."

  "Deal. What do you want?"

  "Wow, I was right. You are really impulsive." Lathering up my short hair, the demon went quiet.

  "....Fuck." It seemed to dawn on him now that since I hadn't specified before he'd agreed, whatever I wanted, he had to comply with.

  "I want you bound to this property so long as I breathe, and you can't kill me, either." Picking up my body wash, I then grabbed my sponge. "I want you to never compel me again. And I want you to never piss on Gary again." Pausing, I thought it over. "I also want you to not have any part in my death, so you can't try to indirectly kill me, either."

  "You fucking- How many years you got left, you little shit?" The demon growled.

  "I'm still in my 20's, bud. I've got a while. Plenty of time to figure out what to do with you."

  "Bitch."

  "Asshole."

  "Little shit."

  "Overgrown piss-ant."

  "Your mother should have swallowed you."

  "And you should have gone back to Hell, fucker."

  "I'm going to enjoy tearing your soul out slowly."

  "I won't feel it, I'll be dead."

  "Oh, that's where you're wrong, Little Rabbit. You'll fucking feel everything I do to your soul." There was an angry edge to his tone.

  "Then I've got a while until I have to worry about that." I said, but I was actually worrying about it now. Had I just damned my soul? I thought I was playing this smart, but if what he just said was true.... Well, I hadn't taken that chance into account.

  I also thought it was better to bind him here so long as I breathed to make sure no one that lived here after me would suffer the same fate of having to deal with this sadistic and annoying as Hell demon. Though, as soon as I got the chance, I would need to start researching how to do what my uncle was unable to. If the demon said I indeed had power, then maybe....just maybe....I could learn to send this demon to Hell.

  Turning off the water, I reached for my towel. Wrapping it tightly around myself, I opened the shower curtain and stepped out. The demon was sitting on the counter, and his tail was curling with agitation as I walked right past him.

  "Is the little rabbit modest? Why cover your chest when you don't have any tits?"

  "Because I don't want your perverted eyes seeing any part of me." Unlocking the door, I walked into my room to dig out some clothes.

  "Pretty sure I already know what a lot of you looks like after touching it." He followed me out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe as he crossed his arms.

  "And you only prove my point about you being perverted." Sliding my boxers on under the towel, I pulled my shirt on over it before pulling the towel down. Sliding my pajama pants on, I then started drying my hair with the towel.

  "....I could end you so easily, Little Rabbit." The demon's voice was low by my ear as his claws scraped over my throat. I tried to steady my heart since it began to race.

  "Why do you keep calling me that?"

  "Because you're just like a fucking rabbit. Small, fragile," His hand wrapped around my neck, holding it but not choking me. It was more of a warning. "so frightened, so ready to run. Every time you bite back, I'm so tempted to just snap your little neck like a twig. Though....where would be the fun in that?" His palm was hot against my skin and it honestly felt more frightening than when his hands were icy cold. "See? There goes your heart beating so quickly."

  I swallowed while finding myself unable to move. The demon pulled the towel from my head with his other hand.

  "Run along now, Little Rabbit. Piss-boy is making you dinner." His hand slid off of my throat, but I hesitated to move. I truly felt as if I was being watched by a predator and the second, the very second, I moved, the beast would pounce. Taking a slow breath, I steeled myself and went for my bedroom door. The demon didn't pounce, so I went into the hallway and down to the kitchen.

[eusamson]

                         𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄  :  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄.

         you  wouldn’t  be  able  to  tell  much  from  samson’s  casual  attire  (  see  middle  left  ),  but  on  the  (  rare  )  occasion  he  gets  to  dress  up  outside  of  work  (  see  middle  right  )  he  proves  himself  to  be  quite  fashion-conscious,  and  someone  who  is  very  comfortable  in  his  own  style.   day-to-day  will  see  him  in  clothes  that  are  appropriate  to  work  and  dance  in,  which  usually  means  jeans  /  joggers  with  some  form  of  hoodie  /  sweater  (  see  top  left  )  and  trainers  /  vans.   for  polaris  he  usually  opts  for  a  slightly  more  refined  look  like  a  black  shirt  /  jean  jacket  combo  (  see  bottom  right  ),  or  if  he’s  between  classes  and  it’s  a  practical  session  in  the  eonia  infirmary,  you  may  see  him  grabbing  lunch  quickly  in  his  scrubs.

›  01.  what’s  your  muse’s  favorite  piece  of  clothing  in  their  wardrobe  ? 

sentiment  wise,  his  favourite  item  of  clothing  is  something  he’s  only  ever  worn  once,  gifted  especially  for  his  pre-med  graduation  by  his  grandfather.   a  handmade  agbada  (  see  middle  right  )  the  royal  blue  fabric  chosen  specifically  for  him  and  sewn  back  in  nigeria  by  the  same  seamstress  that  has  been  making  clothes  for  his  family  for  generations.   traditionally  worn  to  formal  events,  it’s  been  a  few  years  since  it’s  been  outside  of  his  wardrobe,  but  it’s  still  hung  pride  of  place  ready  for  the  next  occasion.

his  most  worn  item  of  clothing  is  his  eonia  dance  hoodie,  even  in  the  summer.   he’s  collected  a  few  over  his  time  with  the  team  and  will  cycle  through  them  weekly  depending  on  which  one  is  in  the  wash  at  that  time.

›  02.  what  are  your  muse’s  favorite  colors  to  wear  ? 

he’s  usually  quite  neutral  :  black  or  blue  jeans,  white  /  grey  /  black  shirts  paired  with  a  hoodie  or  sweater.   there’s  usually  a  pop  of  colour  somewhere  in  his  outfit,  whether  that’s  in  the  hoodie  /  sweaters  themselves,  or  in  the  light  jackets  (  see  middle  left,  the  green  and  yellow  jackets  )  that  he  throws  on  over  the  top.   samson  doesn’t  have  a  favourite  colour  to  wear  per-say,  but  isn’t  afraid  to  try  for  brighter  shades  if  it  compliments  his  style.

›  03.  do  they  prefer  summer  clothing  or  winter  clothing  ? 

considering  his  upbringing  in  los  angeles,  samson  is  used  to  warmer  weather  and  the  struggle  of  choosing  an  outfit  that  works  both  for  the  heat  and  for  the  blast  of  air  conditioning  inevitable  when  you  step  over  a  building’s  threshold.   it’s  rare  to  see  him  in  shorts  as  he  spends  a  lot  of  his  time  on  campus  (  tragically  )  inside,  either  in  lectures,  the  infirmary  (  both  the  apollo  and  main  eonia  facilities  ),  the  dance  studio  or  polaris.   

he’s  comfortable  in  jeans  /  athleisure  no  matter  the  weather,  and  will  usually  just  add  more  layers  in  winter  when  required.   when  in  camp  athens  over  the  summer  months  however,  he’ll  take  the  opportunity  to  break  out  clothes  he  may  not  have  been  able  to  wear  like  shorts  and  looser  shirts  considering  the  lack  of  air  conditioning  in  camp.   overall  ?   he  quite  likes  the  warmth  of  chunkier  jumpers  and  bigger  coats  that  comes  with  winter  clothing,  despite  the  transition  process  that  happens  every  year  while  he  adjusts  to  less  sunlight.

›  04.  how  has  their  wardrobe  evolved  over  the  years  ? 

unsurprisingly,  not  by  much.   many  of  the  clothes  in  his  wardrobe  he’s  owned  for  years,  choosing  to  buy  based  on  style  and  durability  over  following  the  latest  trends.   it’s  perhaps  gotten  more  refined  —  especially  after  gaining  @eunastya  as  a  sister  —  but  on  the  whole  he’s  always  had  a  clear  style  and  stuck  with  it  ever  since.

›  05.  do  they  have  any  style  icons  or  anything  else  they’re  inspired  by  ? 

he  captioned  an  instagram  post  ‘  bruno  mar.s  who  ?  ’  once  as  a  joke,  but  really  he  goes  by  what  he  thinks  looks  good  and  fits  him  well  as  a guidance,  rather  than  finding  inspiration  from  other  people.

›  06.  do  they  like  to  accessorize  ?   if  so,  what  do  they  usually  wear  ? 

aside  from  the  occasional  (  easily  chipped  )  black  nail  polish,  samson  will  always  be  wearing  a  few  pieces  of  jewellery  that  all  hold  sentimental  value.   the  first  is  a  ring  flecked  with  gold  gifted  by  @eusage  not  long  after  they  became  friends,  which  he  has  barely  taken  off  since.   the  ring  is  imbued  with  magic  that  acts  as  an  energy  source  ;  drawing  its  power  from  the  sun,  the  gold  glows  brighter  and  becomes  more  prominent  the  longer  it  is  left  to  charge  in  sunlight,  and  on  cloudy  days  samson  can  use  this  as  an  energy  boost  if  he  needs  to.   when  the  ring  is  drained  completely  no  gold  is  to  be  seen,  only  the  black  of  the  band  on  his  right  index  finger.

the  second  is  a  gold  earring  in  the  shape  of  a  lightning  bolt  gifted  by  @euceleste  as  a  thank  you  for  his  work  as  her  healer.   he  usually  pairs  this  with  a  simple  gold  hoop  in  the  other  ear,  or  a  diamond  stud  that  his  mother  bought  for  his  birthday  years  ago  if  he’s  dressing  up.

necklaces  he  tends  not  to  wear  day-to-day  as  they  can  get  in  the  way  of  his  work  /  dance.   but  if  he’s  going  out,  then  simple  gold  chains  (  see  top  right  )  will  be  his  go-to.   he  also  owns  a  few  hats  of  different  styles,  which  he  will  wear  regularly  depending  on  the  weather  /  occasion.

›  07.  where  do  they  usually  shop  ?   specific  stores,  a  specific  kind  of  store  (  ie.  thrift  store  vs  designer  ),  or  do  they  make  their  own  ?

samson  rarely  chooses  to  shop  for  himself  as  an  activity,  and  would  rather  buy  something  because  he  likes  the  look  of  it  than  because  it’s  got  a  certain  brand  attached.   however  in  recent  years  it’s  become  commonplace  for  @eunastya  to  drag  him  out  shopping  when  she  thinks  he  needs  a  break,  which  has  meant  looking  in  places  he  wouldn’t  have  previously  stepped  into  (  that  doesn’t  mean  he  agrees  to  buy  anything,  but  equally  he  can’t  stop  her  from  spending  money  on  him  instead  ).

he  will  also  check  out  twice  new  on  occasion,  as  well  as  making  sure  he  donates  any  clothes  he  no  longer  wants  (  that  sage  hasn’t  already  claimed  )  to  the  store.