#i got up and ran around my room when i saw this

[sammyluvr]

✶ blabbermouth — sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, talkative!reader, hurt/comfort, insecurity, unedited, 845 words. requested ! for my 900 followers event [ closed ] .

prompt : under a street lamp + “i’m right here, you know. i’m right here.”

sam pulls you to stand up with both hands. you’re not really sure why, and don’t notice that he’s pulled you under the orange light of a street lamp. he’d found you sitting on the curb in the dark, in the chilly almost-autumn air. and you haven’t gone far from the motel, but he’d still been worried when he got to the room and you weren’t there. he gets paranoid sometimes; he had burst out the front door. he nearly ran down the street until he saw your silhouette hunched over in a patch of darkness.

at first, he sat with you, but he hates not being able to see your face very well, so he gently pulls you up and into the light. it casts your face in warmth, and you look a little teary. he expected it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t send a pang through his chest. so before asking what’s wrong, he pulls you into a soft hug. you melt into him, but your shoulders retain some of their tension.

he parts, though his hands linger for a moment. “what is it?” he asks quietly. the bare skin of your arms are a bit cold to the touch. “you cold?”

you shake your head, “the wind is nice,” is all you can manage, followed but a stretch of quiet. a car rolls past, no music or voices floating out of the cracked window. there’s just the sound of tires on the road as your eyes leave him to follow its movement until you can’t crane your neck any further. then you’re forced to look back at him, knowing you haven’t answered his first question.

“sam… do i talk too much?” you ask, voice quiet for once and undeniably insecure. you hate the way it sounds, but you can’t bear to take up much space right now.

“mm?” he almost calls you babe, but catches himself at the last moment, “what are you talking about? of course you don’t. you don’t talk too much at all.”

you’re not convinced, unfortunately. he knows so by the way you don’t meet his eyes. “i just feel like… i feel like people get annoyed. and– dammit,” you curse under your breath, probably the only one bothered by your apparent inability to keep your mouth shut. you have this silly urge to come across as composed, maybe even a little mysterious for a bit of intrigue. but it never works, and you’re just always talking. even now, you can’t stop yourself from telling sam exactly what you’re feeling. “and– and sometimes it makes me worried that people won’t want to be around me because of it. i mean, no one likes a blabbermouth. even now i can’t seem to shut up.” your voice grows frustrated, almost aggressive at yourself. you wish you could keep it down, but you can’t even manage that.

“hey,” he quickly interrupts before you can say anything else self-deprecating, “don’t say that,” he says firmly, tilting his head to try and get you to look at him. “you’re not a blabbermouth, alright? and there’s nothing wrong with talking a lot. no one wants you to shut up, so don’t say that.”

“dean does,” you mutter bitterly. his hand twitches, as if trying to seek out yours to hold it tight. he frowns, so you explain, “dean gets annoyed. i know that he thinks i talk too much sometimes.”

“it doesn’t matter what dean thinks,” sam insists, “he’s an ass, you know that. doesn’t mean he wants you to stop talking.” he doesn’t even like saying the words ‘shut up’ in reference to you.

you frown back at him. “it matters to me,” you stress, “and what about bobby? and–”

he cuts you off with another gentle, imploring, “hey. i’m right here, you know. i’m right here.” that finally gets you to look him in the eye. you’re looking at him like you’re not sure what he means, but that you’re hoping for something. so he keeps going. “doesn’t it matter what i think about it?” he asks at a murmur, “i like how much you talk. i like– i like to listen to you. i don’t want you to stop. you could never annoy me and you could never do anything to make me not want to be around you.”

you eyes widen at his words. why does he have to say it like that? like he loves you, maybe. not just like he thinks you’re a great friend, and he wants to comfort and reassure you because of that. you struggle to respond. 

he notices and his hand drifts up towards your face, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheekbone. “okay?” he murmurs.

to that, you can nod, the movement a bit halting and your eyes still teary. it means a lot to hear those words, but it means everything to hear them from him. “okay,” you whisper back.

“good.” he pulls you back into his arms, and presses a gentle, but firm kiss to the side of your head.

[47lake]

need me

synopsis: you’re on a road trip when you run into eva at a gas station, it’s getting late and she invites you to her place. things quickly grow hot and heavy as the magnetic stranger lures you in further.

‼️: dom!eva, sub!reader, manipulation, coaxing, smut, cursing, oral, fingering, controlling, praise, idk they’re fucking w/c: 2.4k

you scanned the gas station shelves, carefully eyeing over the small selection of snacks. you were stuck between some m&ms and some takis, a pros and cons list forming in your mind of each option. the question of ‘which would be easier to eat for another 63 miles?’ danced through your head.

you were deep in thought as the smell of warm vanilla ran through your nose. you turned around, scanning the store for the culprit.

that’s when you spotted her, her gaze already even with your own, like she had carefully handpicked you out of everyone in the small, crowded room.

her eyes held yours just above the shelves, her bright blue stare and blonde locks the only thing visible overtop the bright bottles.

you felt your feet leading you across the aisles, it was like she was luring you in.

once you got to her chosen aisle you stoped, now face to face with the captivating girl.

“hi.”

she turned away from the array of drinks in front of her.

“hey, what’s your name?”

her voice oozed with invitation, it was like she was pulling your darkest secrets out of your throat without the need to even ask. everything about her seemed so sweet, so warm.

your name left your lips before you could realize you had opened your mouth, your hand flew to cover it, like you could put it back somehow.

“what a beautiful name, you can call me eva.”

you smiled, scanning her over in an attempt to figure out why you felt so drawn to her.

she turned her back to you and made her way to the register, to no surprise you followed right on her heels.

“so, what brings you into town? i can see you aren’t from here.”

your eyes danced around the store as you took in her newly formed perception, looking for an answer that would pique her interest while also making yourself appear relaxed.

“just passing through, i’m on a road trip of sorts.”

she nodded along as she stepped up to the register, motioning for you to put your m&ms down next to her items.

“oh, you don’t have to..”

your sentence trailed off as she pulled them gently from your hand.

“i insist.”

her hand lingered on yours as you listened to the barcode scan.

“that’ll be 11.78”

her touch left just as quickly as it appeared, somehow you already missed her warm and soft skin.

you looked around the register, eyeing the extensive collection of magnets that came from all over, several countries and states with beautiful designs. each magnet unique in its own way.

“well, are you coming?”

you snapped away from the suddenly unimportant magnets and saw her waiting in the doorway, the bell over the door ringing out as it swayed back and forth. you told the cashier thank you and hurried out behind her.

“it’s getting a little late and there’s not any hotels near by, you should come stay at my place.”

you stopped in your tracks and met her gaze again, thinking it over, or you were trying to. it was hard to focus with her gaze seeping into your skin.

“that’d be great! ..unless you’re like gonna kill me or something..?”

she smiled and laughed as she fished your m&ms out of the plastic bag in her hand.

“i promise i won’t ‘like kill you or something’.”

she pointed down a winding road with dark trees lining each side, a street light flickered in the distance, she turned to be sure you saw her.

“i’m right down this road, just follow me.”

she walked over to her car as you got back into your own, gripping the steering wheel as you started it up.

were you really about to go spend the night with a stranger?

well, at least she’s a pretty stranger.

you watched across the small parking lot as she began to drive off, you followed closely behind her, per usual.

after a short drive you arrived a rather large house, far too big for just one person. you shrugged it off and parked, turning the car off and hopping out.

“this is all for you?”

she smiled and admired the grand structure.

“oh, no. i live with a few friends but they’re all away on a retreat right now, they won’t be home for a few more days.”

you nodded and gathered your belongings out of your trunk, locking your car as eva led you inside.

as your foot passed the threshold of the doorway you were greeted by a smell you couldn’t quite place, something sweet and nostalgic yet earthy almost.

you took in the spacious interior as your eyes danced around the open floor plan.

“follow me.”

two simple words, somehow silky smooth yet firm, in a way that you obliged without a second thought.

at this point she could practically put you on a leash the way you followed her around like a moth to a flame.

she gave you a simple tour of the place, the bathroom, the room where you’d stay, the kitchen, the whole nine yards.

you ended the tour at the end of a lined hallway, a dark oak door pulled shut, warm light peering just under the edge.

“this is my room, just in case you need something in the night.”

the pushes the door open and you slowly step inside, taking in the warm ambient lighting coating the off-white walls, the space somehow simple yet intricate. wood accents flowed throughout, perfectly contrasting the pale paint. greenery bloomed in corners, housed in beautiful pots and vases.

various art pieces were scattered around, each piece unique yet somehow on the same plane as the others. one wall covered completely by a dark bookshelf, housing dozens of novels and stories as well as vinyl for miles. an antique record player sat in the corner, it was something you could tell was personal to her.

“like what you see?”

you smile and turn to her, not realizing how enamored you had become with the space.

“sorry, i just love what you’ve done in here.”

she nodded and ran her hand over your shoulders, goosebumps now adorning your skin.

“i appreciate that, look as long as you like.”

her hand drops and your heart rate follows close behind, returning to a normal and steady pace.

you walk over to the grand bookshelf, eyes dancing around the colorful spines as you look over her vast collection.

“you can borrow one if you like.”

you shake your head, yet smiling at her offer.

“thank you, but i’m not a big reader, i envy people like you that are.”

that’s when you make your way over to her vinyl, this array somehow seemed larger than the previous one.

you could tell she took good care of her music, artists ranging from the beetles to tyler, the creator.

“this must’ve taken years to collect.”

your fingers run along the shelves as you take guesses as to just how many albums there were in front of you.

“oh yes, i’ve been collecting since i was a young teen.”

you nod along and start to head towards the door.

“i’m sorry for encroaching on your space, i-“

she places a soft hand on yours, cutting off your sentence, her other hand grasping your now rosy cheek.

“don’t apologize, you’re welcome any time, love.”

your eyes meet for a second, she only pulls her focus away to study your features, like she was putting a puzzle together in her mind.

“so gorgeous..”

the words as quiet as a whisper, just under her breath but loud enough for you to hear. her thumb gliding gently over the soft skin of your cheek. your face went hot as you fully understood what she had said.

“oh, shit. sorry, i didn’t mean to say that.”

her hand dared to pull away from your face at her realization, you brought your hand up quickly and placed it over hers, ensuring it stay in place.

“no, it’s okay.”

your eyes locked again, those blue eyes washing over you like warm waves in the evening sun. her light freckles painted her nose and her ever so slightly pink cheeks in perfect constellations.

that’s when your lips met, you hadn’t even realized you were leaning in until you felt her plump lips on your own. it felt as though you were unwrapping a present on christmas eve, timid at first, careful and cautious. quickly it became all you could focus on, filling your senses entirely. you wanted to peel back the layers and find out what hid inside.

your arms wrapped around her neck as hers found home on your hips, she quickly took control of the the kiss, you happily let her, of course.

the feeling of her touch, the way she smelled, the desperation between the two of you, it was consuming you entirely. you were drowning in her and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

her grasp on your hips became firm as she walked you backwards towards the bed, your knees quickly hit the edge and you fell back against it. your lips disconnected as you hit the comforter, she was now standing over you, a sly, proud smile painted all over her face.

“i’ve been wanting to do this since i first saw you.”

her lips melded to the sensitive parts of your neck, you tucked your lip between your teeth to keep your composure.

“you just seemed so sweet, so easy, like a lost fawn.”

her stamps of adoration traveled to your collarbone as she spoke, low and gravelly.

“i know you want this, that sweet face tells on you.”

your hands ran through her hair as she teased you. grasping for handfuls when she hit a sensitive spot.

her lips left your poor skin with a pop, she was now inches away from your face, eyeing you over like prey.

“tell me how badly you want me.”

her hand ran gently between your legs, eliciting a small gasp from your lips as she applied pressure.

“so bad, i want you so bad.”

she pulled your loose hoodie up over your head, revealing your bare chest. her foxy grin returning as she runs her fingertips gently across the exposed skin.

“so pretty like this, all for me, isn’t that right?”

you nod and squeeze the fabric beneath you as she rolls your nipples between her index and thumbs. shocks course through your veins like electricity, she was making you feel good and she knew it.

“poor thing, you would’ve been so lost without me, so lucky that i found you.”

wet kisses cascade across your chest, close enough to make you gasp yet far enough to make you whine.

you can feel her smiling into your skin, pleased with the mess she was making of you. slowly but surely she makes her way down, running her tongue just above the waistline of your sweats.

you push your hips up, eager for the relief only she could bring.

“patience sweetheart, you can take it.”

her warm fingers creep under the elastic and she pulls them down torturously slow, kissing your hips tenderly all the while.

once they were fully off a teasing, cocky smirk tugged at her lips. your impatience clearly collecting in your navy underwear.

“you’re doing so well, i know how badly you need me.”

her thumb pressed firmly against the puddle and into your core, your back arches off the bed at the contact, already aching for more. her fingers work slow circles against your sensitive bud through the fabric.

a loud gasp erupts from your throat at the sensation, the fabric giving you much needed friction. your hips rolling against her touch already, she can’t tear her eyes away from the sight.

she meets your gaze finally as she lowers her head down, biting the edge of the fabric and pulling it off with her teeth, her eyes never leaving yours.

“prettier than i could’ve ever imagined.”

she ran her tongue through the coating of need, pulling it away quickly, she was such a tease. she hummed in approval.

“so sweet, perfect for such a sweet girl.”

you huffed and angled your hips closer to her face, desperate for more. you whined and whimpered as she watched, her hands remained firm around your thighs, squeezing them tightly.

her tongue slowly broke you open, sinking deeper inside of you as you moaned out. her eyes remained locked on you as you squirmed beneath her, relishing in the pleasure she was giving you.

she pulled you closer as her tongue darted in and out, eager to see you unravel further. her nose hitting your clit with each stroke never failing to make you gasp.

she traveled up to your clit, running circles around it and taking it between her lips, basking in the loud moans as she coaxed them out of you.

she slipped one finger in, your slick desire letting her in with ease. you tightened around her as she moaned against you, slipping another finger in simultaneously.

“tell me how good i make you feel, i want to hear you say it.”

her fingers sped up as she waited for a reply, making sure your words would come out in between choked moans.

“feels, good.. you feel.. so good..”

you could hardy speak with the way she was pulling loud moans from you like it was nothing. you couldn’t think with how focused you were on the satisfaction she was so generously giving you.

“no one makes you feel this good, isn’t that right?”

her lips returned to your clit as she moaned against you, urging a response from you.

a long string of rushed ‘mhm’s came as you bit your lip, trying to keep your ever approaching release at bay. she pulled away again and instead brought her other hand to your clit, tracing quick circles against you as she applied pressure.

“very good.”

her pace suddenly became inhumane, the room became hazy and the world grew quiet as she fucked into you. she knew you were getting close and you could hardly hold back anymore.

“ev- i’m!-“

you heard her cocky laugh and then she spoke.

“i know, so precious, let it all out for me. you can do that can’t you?”

you let go and your orgasm rolled over you like a tidal wave, engulfing you entirely. you shook in her grasp as you slowly came down from your high. falling against the bed as you heaved, catching your breath.

“so .. good..”

she smiled as she laid next to you, pleased with your relaxed state.

“yeah? what do you think you should say then?”

“thank you, eva.”

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[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART TWO

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: time is ticking but sae-byeok seems to grow more irritated by your existence meanwhile you come face to face with the secret you’ve been holding onto.

wc. 1.9k

warnings: hints of homophobia | authors note: thanks for the love on part one! enjoy part two and let me know if you want to be added onto my taglist.

(nowhere girl masterlist)

You decided to get ready early in the morning to stay in your school campus for the entire day just to avoid staying at Ji-yeong and Sae-byeok’s apartment. Your new plan was just to stay here to sleep so wouldn’t bother them as much. Especially, Sae-byeok.

Because there was only so much you could pack in your duffle bag, you only brought your laptop, portfolio tote and your small portable supply container.

Before you head out, you go on your phone to find your new route to school for the week. And because you were concentrating, you failed to hear someone come out their room and walk towards you.

“Hey.” Sae-byeok hisses.

You shot your head up wondering why she’s up so early. Sae-byeok must also start her days early seeing as she has on her utility jacket, a pair of baggy jeans, and her unruly hair was more styled. The apartment was dimly lit so you can’t make out her expression, but you can only assume she isn’t happy about something you did.

“Why did you give Cheol your crayons?”

You blink. “You mean oil pastels?”

“Yes.” she grimaces. “I don’t know you so I don’t want you to be giving him things. Especially not without my permission.”

“They’re my old sets so I thought it would be better to give it to him than to throw them away.”

“We don’t need your charity case. Don’t give him any more of your shit.”

A frown starts to form on your lips. It’s bad enough you can’t go home anymore, now you have to deal with this.

You can feel your blood begin to boil watching Sae-byeok head to the front door, so you follow her out.

“They’re just oil pastels I don’t see why this has to be such a big deal?” you say to her, your voice louder now that you’re out of the apartment. Sae-byeok isn’t moved by your words. “Your brother looked so happy when I told him he could keep them—I wasn’t planning on giving him anything more.”

The morning breeze hits your red cheeks, cooling them. You following her like a baby duckling was not how you wanted to start your morning when you had a long day ahead.

Once you’re both out on the streets, Sae-byeok stops walking and spins around to face you. She took one step closer and you take a step back.

“Good.” Sae-byeok says.

“Good?”

Sae-byeok doesn’t like naive people. She doesn’t know you but from what she could guess: you’re just a spoiled daughter who threw a tantrum and ran away to prove a point. Once it all blows over, you have a support system to bounce back on. You can go back to focusing solely on your studies and later make a name for yourself—everything she can’t do no matter how many hours in the days she works or how many people she pickpockets.

“Yes. Good.” she repeats mockingly. “I don’t want him to get too attached to you being here—he’s a sensitive kid. So, just keep to yourself and focus on how you’re going to find a new place to stay in less than a week. Got it?”

You didn’t think the words of someone you met three days ago would affect you so much. But here you are, frozen in place, ashamed of yourself. However, in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but think about the shift in accents when she spoke.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

You were the first person in the art studio—about an hour or so early. With all your deadlines quickly approaching you saw the silver lining in arriving to your university early because you can catch up with all your work. Right now you were working on an art piece due next week, not realizing that class was soon starting and your friends began arriving.

“Hey.” one of them greets you.

You look down from your piece and smile at, Park Yoon. She was the first person you contacted when you got kicked out of your parent’s house, you lived in her dormitory for only a week before you got caught. Although you wouldn’t consider Yoon a close friend seeing as she has a huge friend group, she was a reliant one.

“How are you, um, holding up?” she asks quietly to not catch the attention of the other students who began arriving.

“Not bad. I’m staying at an old school friends apartment for the time being.” you tell her, wiping your hands with a moist cloth.

Yoon nods looking at the ground in contemplation. “How long?”

“A week—well technically until Friday so five days.”

Something about her behavior seems off to you. Usually, she is pretty chipper ready to talk someone’s ears off. But today she is quieter, talking in less verbiage. Yoon shoots a glance around the classroom, surveying the vicinity to make sure no one is watching.

“There were rumors flying around about the real reason you ran away.”

You snort and fall back down on your seat to meet her at eye level. “Rumors? Aren’t we too old to be starting rumors?”

Yoon frowns and scoots a little back. “You know what it is…right?”

You stare at the floor, expressionless.

“They aren’t true, right?” Yoon asks cautiously. You threw her a look and the girl’s lips part to gasp or say something—you aren’t sure but it wasn’t a good reaction. Your heart rate begins to increase as you turn to face your canvas.

It’s all over now, you think. If Yoon has figured it out so will the rest of your peers and your social life is beyond the grave now.

Not even a minute later, Yoon stands up and sits on the other side of the room when she saw her friends enter. You start to become paranoid, wondering if she’ll immediately begin to gossip.

Throughout the duration of class you couldn’t help but get lost in your thoughts. The anticipation of everyone finding out about you was swallowing you whole. You are starting to wish that time moves slower so you wouldn’t have to leave class.

It didn’t help that Yoon and her friends kept stealing looks at your direction. You tried to avoid making eye contact but you would find that hard to do.

Rubbing the sweat from your palms, you pick up your brush and use this rush of panic as a way to speed up the process of your art work.

“Don’t forget about the deadline coming up!” your professor says five octaves higher while the class starts packing their things. “The students with the top three highest grades will get their work displayed at Hangaram Art Museum for the entirety of the summer!”

Your professors words were in the back of your mind as you frantically tried to pack your things to avoid Yoon and her group. It wasn’t until you heard a ‘Psst’ coming behind you that you snap out of your trance.

“Hey,” whispers a peer of yours. You never spoken to him, but the toothy inviting grin he is sending you is enough for you to know that he isn’t harmful. “I just wanted to tell you not to let those girls get into your head. I know how you feel—if you know what I mean.”

You send him a quizzical look. “Thanks?” So, they did gossip and everyone in this class knows. You might just throw up.

“Just keep your chin up and don’t let them see you in a moment of weakness and you’ll be alright.” he sends you a thumbs up as he walks away. You force a smile that goes away in a blink of an eye and sink into your seat.

What have you done? Why did you trust Yoon so much? You feel like such an idiot.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

It was almost nearing midnight, Ji-yeong and Sae-byeok were in the living room. After a long day of working, Sae-byeok was trying to rest before doing it all over again tomorrow by watching mindless television until her roommate disrupts her to start pacing back and forth in front of her. Sae-byeok knew what she was getting worked up about. Ji-yeong clearly began to notice your lack of presence today.

“Where could she be this late? I’m sure libraries are closed by now…” she trails off, rubbing her chin in deep thought.

Sae-byeok’s mind goes back to earlier this morning. Your brief exchanges could’ve caused her to avoid coming to the apartment but your duffle bag is still here. You’d have to come back eventually.

“Sae-byeok, what did you do?”

Sae-byeok’s eyebrows knit in confusion. “Me?”

“I saw that look you just did. You look guilty. What did you do?”

“Nothing.” she responds coolly.

Ji-yeong purposely blocks the television screen and crosses her arms. “I’m not moving until you tell me the truth.”

“I don’t remember it was early in the morning.”

“Is it because she gave Cheol her crayons?”

Sae-byeok narrows her eyes. “How did you—?”

“He wouldn’t stop talking to me about it when I picked him up from school.” Ji-yeong rolls her eyes. “So, it is because of that? You got mad at her because of crayons, Sae-byeok, really?”

“It’s not just about the crayons.” she snips, sitting up straight from the couch. “Do you even know her personally? When was the last time you two actually talked before this?”

Ji-yeong doesn’t say anything.

“Thought so.” she scoffs. “I don’t trust her. Especially since you don’t want to tell me why she ran away in the first place.”

Ji-yeong purses her lips to digest her words. She shuffles to let Sae-byeok watch television again and sank next to her in the couch.

“I think she’s nice.” she grumbles like a child. Sae-byeok sends her a glare.

“You think, you don’t know.”

Ji-yeong shrugs. “I have no reason to think she’s a bad person.”

“People can change overnight. I’ve seen it happen and I’ve seen the consequences of being too trusting.”

Ji-yeon goes silent again. “No. This is something different—“

“Well, if you can just tell me why she’s even here in the first place then maybe I—“

“I can’t.”

“Then I don’t see the point in discussing this.” Sae-byeok sighs. She gets up from the comfort of the couch and stretches before grabbing her coat by the front door.

“Where are you going?” Ji-yeong frowns.

“To clear my head. I won’t be long.”

Ji-yeong doesn’t push any further, knowing this is something Sae-byeok occasionally does when her thoughts start to become too much. Maybe Ji-yeong went a little too far trying to defend your character because Sae-byeok rarely ever backs down from an argument so she really tested her limits.

Of course with Sae-byeok’s luck, she stumbles upon you sitting on the staircase, doodling something on your sketchbook underneath the fluorescent lights of the building.

Sae-byeok stares at your back trying to figure out if she should sneak back inside or talk to you. Maybe this is her chance to figure out what you’re really up to and prove Ji-yeong wrong.

“Why aren’t you inside?” she asks you after hesitating. You don’t response, you just throw her a glance before going back to drawing. Sae-byeok feels like this is some sort of payback for earlier.

Sae-byeok thought she was good at reading people’s body language and automatically pinpoint who they are and what their intentions are. It was something she had to learn to do in order to survive. But you are becoming an outlier.

“Ji-yeong is worried.”

“Well, just tell her I’m here.” you speak up. “I’ll be inside later. I just want to stop by a convenience store to get something to eat.”

“We have food inside.”

You turn to make eye contact with her again. For a brief moment, no words were spoken even as tension was rising.

“You got mad at me over oil pastels. Why would I go around touching your food?” you ask softly.

And for the first time, Sae-byeok is taken aback by you. There is another evanescent period of silence.

“Fine.” she says and starts walking down the staircase and further away from the building only to turn around to call out your name. You poke your head out from your sketchbook, raising an eyebrow at her. “Are you coming or what?”

You survey her figure blankly. With every interaction you have with Sae-byeok, she just keeps confusing you further. It feels like you are playing mental game of chess with her and you aren’t sure how to feel about that. You’re already overwhelmed with what happened today at school, you shouldn’t add someone like Sae-byeok to the mix.

Sae-byeok dug her hands deep inside the pockets of her jacket and taps her foot on the pavement, waiting for you impatiently. You sigh in defeat and close your sketchbook.

Just five more days and this’ll all just be a blurry memory, you think to yourself.

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[paxaz535]

Brothers Best Friend

♡pairing ♡

paige x black!oc

chapter v

series here

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When Makayla, Emma, Daveli, David and Paige all arrived to the very nice hotel, it was already four. They really didn’t expect anyone to be there because, let’s be honest, who’s really on time for real? if anything, Eli was quite relieved, she wanted to get herself situated before she had to greet anyone anyways.

“Who all did you really invite, David?” Paige asked her best friend as they all stood on the elevator. David chuckled nervously as everyone looked at him. “Oh you know.. just Derek, Lonzo, jayden and his homies.” Eli squinted her eyes. “That’s it?” She questioned. She had a feeling he had more people sliding. David waved her off, “Don’t worry about all that.. just know we gon be lit.” Emma, Makayla and Eli shared a look, they had a feeling something was gonna go down.

As the group of 5 made it to the 4th floor, they all stepped out the elevator. Eli looked down the hall to see pink decorations around her door. She squealed, already getting excited. Makayla and Emma giggled while David and Paige just grinned. “Guys..”

When they made it to the door, Makayla handed her the key card. Eli was cheesing, happily taking the card and unlocking the door. When she walked in, she let out a big gasp. It was pink and black balloons all around the living area, she picked one up and walked further in. She looked towards the kitchen to see a huge ass cake sitting on the counter with her picture on it. It was chips, candy and just a whole bunch of goodies sitting around. Eli couldn’t help but cover her mouth, she was getting emotional.

“Yall didn’t..” She spoke out of shock. Emma stood by the bed room door. “In here is all the good stuff.” She spoke as she opened it. Eli turned around and before she could even step inside, she saw a mini pile of presents. She quickly walked in to see a big pink sign in balloons on the window that said ‘Happy Birthday Daveli’ and more balloons on the ceiling. it was a number 18 right next to the bed with pink pebbles on the bed.

She saw a led light ball in a corner meaning when it got darker, they’d display it and make the room look pretty. It was heart balloons by the bathroom, she noticed mini portraits of her around the room, some with David, some with Paige and some with Makayla in it. It was one with her and Emma on the tv stand and she noticed every one of them.

She was crying by now, they put so much thought into the room and she couldn’t have ask for better friends. She quickly turned towards them and hugged everyone one by one. “Thank you, thank you. this is too cute. I love yall so much.” She spoke, tears still coming down. They all chuckled, seeing the girls reaction.

Paige then remembered, “I have one more thing for you.” She spoke and ran out the room. Daveli was confused and looked at David. He shrugged, “Imma go get myself situated in my room. my peoples should be here soon.” The girls just nodded, eli going back to gawking at the room.

She quickly took a picture and automatically posted it on her story.

daveli.lili added to their story !

(pretend it’s still light out)

When Paige came back with the flowers, she stayed outside the door, texting Eli to come out. When Daveli got the message, she was even more confused. “Paige just texted me to come out.” She told the two girls in the room. Makayla and Emma looked at each other, then back at the 18 year old.

“Then go!” Eli widened her eyes and nodded, quickly leaving the bedroom. When she opened the door, she saw Paige with a huge bouquet of flowers. They were pink, just like her favorite color. Her eyes went wide again and a gasp left her. “Happy Birthday, Eli.” The blonde spoke softly as she gave the flowers to the girl.

“Paige..” Eli looked at them and back at the blonde. She quickly gave her a hug, squeezing the girl tightly. When Paige gave her a squeeze back, Eli smiled big. Hugging Paige has always been the best feeling Eli could endure, paige was always warm and smelled so good. “Thank you, p. I love you.” She spoke softly and leaned into her until she couldn’t.

“I love you too, D.” But not in the way she wanted her to. Hearing Paige say that was music to her ears, but she knew p didn’t mean it in the way she longed for. The girls were so busy wrapped around each other, they didn’t see Azzi, Carol and Jaida walk up. Jaida was the one to disturb the moment, clearing her throat.

The two separated, not knowing the three was standing there. “Hi there.” Azzi spoke in a teasing tone, making Paige blush out of embarrassment and Daveli look away, trying to hide her smile. “Wassup, yall.” Paige spoke as she gave Carol and Azzi a hug. She dapped up Jaida and smacked her back.

Azzi and Carol approached Eli, teasing smiles on their faces. “Hi, birthday girl.” Azzi spoke and gave her a hug. “Hey, Azzi.” She cheesed and turned towards Caroline. “You’re carol, right?” The brunette nodded, a shy smile on her face. “It’s nice to meet you, happy birthday!” The two went in for a hug, making Eli smile wider. She loves hugs, if you couldn’t tell.

“Thank you!” Paige and Jaida then walked up, looking at the 18 year old. “Eli, this is Jaida. I told you about her.” Eli nodded, giving the brownskin girl a quick look up and down. She had on baggie jeans with a pink hoodie. Her hair was in a slick back ponytail with a puff in the back. She had a grey and pink beanie on, the girl was screaming gay. She was a stud, Eli’s type.

“Nice to meet you, jaida.” She spoke as they hugged, “You too, eli. Happy birthday, pretty.” Daveli smiled, leading them towards the room. Paige gave Jaida a discreet look before turning towards Eli. “Oh, they showed out. It’s nice in here.” Azzi spoke as they all walked in the hotel room.

“Keep that door open!” Jaida turned around to see a light skin girl, she had stitch braids with a pink juicy couture outfit and a black travel bag. “Who’s that?” Paige whispered. Jaida shrugged, she was intrigued on who this girl was… until a man came jogging after her. Paige stilled a laugh, seeing Jaida’s face drop. The brown skin turned towards the blonde and flicked her forehead, Paige rubbed it and walked into the room fully.

“Thank you. Derek, hurry up.” She called as Derek was still two doors away from them. Derek just smacked his lips, speed walking towards his girlfriend. She let out a big sigh, keeping the door open for him, Jaida was already inside, going towards everyone else.

The couple walked in, taking in the environment. “You seem excited as fuck to be at your opp’s party.” Derek spoke as he and Nai sat on the couch. She turned towards him, “I only came here because of you, don’t piss me off.” She spoke as she smacked on her gum, leaning back and getting on her phone.

Inside the room everyone was chilling, Emma and Makayla already changed into their swim suits. “Yo.. it’s some light skin girl and her nigga out there.” Jaida spoke as she sat next to Azzi. Daveli froze, slowly turning towards Makayla. Makayla had the same look on her face, then they both looked at the rest of the girls.

“Woah.. what happened?” Carol asked as she noticed their whole demeanor’s changed. “That’s Nai.” Emma spoke. Daveli gagged just hearing her name, making Paige eyes go wide. “That was Nai?” She asked, she never really paid attention to the girl before but now putting a name on her face made her realize. Emma went on to explain what happened so the girls could be caught up.

Daveli just sighed, looking at Makayla. “Whatever, it’s my day. No bad energy.” Makayla nodded, a smile on her face. Daveli then went to the bathroom to change into her two piece, taking paige’s flowers with her. She took a picture before she changed and posted it.

Daveli added to their story !

She then changed into her pink two piece and put a black cover up on. She came out and everyone was either getting their stuff out of their bags or just lounging around. “Yo!” David voice rung out. “What’s up, David?” Derek spoke, dabbing him up. “Hi, david.” Nai’s voice could be heard, making Eli make a mug look on her face. Emma and Azzi laughed and David heard, busting inside the room.

“Ayeeee, What’s up yall!?” Everyone spoke back, Jaida getting up to dap the curly head up. “This might not be my actual room but that still doesn’t give you a reason to bust in, David.” Eli spoke as she put her clothes away. David looked at her, a bored look on his face. Eli shot her eyes out at him, popping her neck.

There was a knock at the front. “I got it!” Derek spoke. When he opened the door, he saw Lonzo, Jayden, Mj, and 3 more girls. “Wassup?” He greeted and let them in. “Hey, Nai!!” A girl yelled as she ran towards her. She had strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. Nai shot up, seeing her friend. “Hey, Mia!!” They hugged and began talking. The other two girls were looking for Daveli, actually wanting to speak to her.

Derek lead them to the room to see everyone laughing at something Eli was talking about. “Is that Daveli Corjay Robertson?” Daveli eyes widen, looking at her two friends. “Yall are feds!” She smiled and walked towards them, hugging them tightly.

When they pulled away, Eli faced everyone. “This is Connie and Caniya. Yes, they are twins.” She spoke, the two sisters already had their swimsuits on so they just sat their bags down and waved at everyone.

“Yall are pretty as hell.” Carol complimented. The twins smiled, thanking the brunette and giving her a compliment as well. “Alright, I think everyone’s here, yea?” David spoke as he stood up. Eli looked around, nodding her head. As much as she disliked Nai, she didn’t want the girl to be clueless on what’s going on. She noticed the gift corner got bigger, making her internally smile.

“Yo, can you tell them to come by the door so I don’t have to repeat myself?” She asked as she wiped off her make up from earlier. Derek nodded and poked his head out. “Yall, come here.” Nai and Mia stopped mid conversation and stood up, standing by the door.

“Okay! First of all, I wanna say thank you for coming to this, i was lowkey stressing but we here.” Everyone cheered, the girl hearing happy birthday’s. She just smiled and continued. “Secondly, I just wanna let everyone know the plans, alright? I rented out the pool from 6 to 10 but you’re free to leave and come up to get comfortable whenever. I’mma probably leave early because dinner won’t be here till like 9. David has his own room so his peoples can stay with him.” Everyone nodded, understanding what was going on.

Eli looked at her phone. “Well, it’s almost 6 so whoever needs to get changed, go ahead. Where’s the speaker?” She asked as she slid on her slides. “I got it.” Jaida spoke as she picked it up. Eli smiled, winking at the girl. Daveli started to get everything she needed and she started making her way downstairs. Makayla, Emma, Paige, Azzi, Carol and Jaida was behind her, them already being ready.

When the girls were on the elevator, the blonde decided to talk. “Yo, who was that girl with Nai?” Paige asked. Eli side eyed her secretly, why is she worried about it? Emma, being the bright one she is, answered happily. “Oh, that’s Mia. They be attached to the hip.” Paige nodded her head, looking over at Jaida.

Jaida shook her head, smirking in the process. Daveli peeped the whole thing, looking over at Makayla to see her face. Makayla lips went into a straight line, knowing exactly what her best friend was thinking. Azzi and Carol also shared a look, silently watching the interaction. The two gays didn’t seem to notice the slight shift, going on their phones.

Daveli couldn’t— wouldn’t let that ruin her night, it’s her birthday. Fuck everything else. The elevator finally got to the first floor and everyone emptied out, walking towards the pool.

When they reached it, they were shocked to see how big it was, this hotel was expensive and the pool probably proved that. “Holy shit, eli.” Carol muttered, everyone was surprised. Daveli giggled, speed walking towards a lounging chair. “Well, come on let’s get wet.”

“Ayo?”

next chapter will be based off a flash back

i’m excited for that

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[dgttwisted]

Together

n2 squad aka Leona x Vil x Jamil idea inspired by @mellosdrawings

this drabble is crossing cannons aka not cannon cannon aka (don't think to hard on it i wrote this because i had a cute thought an wanted to wright it)

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according to the schedule is which dorm takes care of Lilith an Grim which week. as per usual when Vil gets Lilith for a week he spoils the crap out of her. This week will be no exception however he had something a little different planned.

-the night before the new week-

"as you know this week our dorm will be in charge of Lilith's care"

"i know?"

"lucky you"

"well i wanted to do something special we have discussed having kids in the future an i thought all of us could try helping Lilith this week together as a unit"

"sure I'm in as far as kids go Lilith is no where near as hyperactive as Cheka is"

"hate to rain on your parade but that might not work well"

"why not?"

Jamil dramatically points at himself

"oh yea she's scared stiff of you"

"how could i forget she cried her eyes out when you ran into her at night during your stay at the dorm for practice"

"didn't you save her though? during the whole Styx rescue?"

"she was asleep the whole time i doubt she knows what happened unless someone told her I'm pretty sure she has no idea that, that occurred"

"worry not I'll butter her up so when you make your appearance she won't be as scared"

"we'll figure it out sense Vil is dead set on this being a team effort an all" Leona said in a rather dry sarcastic tone which earned him a pillow to the face from Vil.

--the beginning of said week--

Vil had only knocked on the door once before hearing the shuffling as the door swung open Lilith jumped into Vil's arms "VIL!!!!!!"

"my little star!" Vil scoops her up an swings her around

Leona had the biggest smirk on his face he just knows Vil spoils the crap out of her to get that reaction our of her.

"hi Leona...are you sleeping over to?"

"heh yea something like that"

"your not allowed to steal our bed like you did last time jerk!" the shrill voice of grim caused them both to look down at the displeased fur ball. "i'll set you on fire if you do"

"i'd like to see you try-"

"so Lilith not that i need it but i will be getting a little extra help this week watching over you"

"i don't see Rook an Epel"

"that's because its not them this time its Leona an someone else who is very special to me they will be coming over later"

"ok you're here so i know i'll have fun" Vil giving her little kisses on the cheek for that one, Lilith is Vil's trial daughter would have loved to adopt her but was informed it was out of the question.

while Leona an Vil where playing with Lilith they had Jamil sneak into the kitchen the plan is to hopefully bribe Lilith with food to forget her trauma....

Lilith was holding a little tea party she tied ribbons in Leona's hair who just let it happen because Lilith seemed to be having a good time.

"a splendid party like always Lilith!" whenever Lilith is happy she glows so it makes it very easy to tell if she is lying about liking something but she gets rather embarrassed when you point that out.

Jamil had a trey of sweets he only took two steps into the room when Lilith lifted up her head saw him an screamed. 'about what i expected' Jamil thought to himself right before a plastic cup smacked him in the face curtsy of a scared Lilith.

Vil scooped her up trying to calm her down but she was wailing "NO NO GET AWAY!!! MONSTER!!!!"

monster probably hurt him the worse but considering how he treated her while be Over blotted he expected that reaction. he placed the trey on the floor an left the room.

it took Vil quite some time before Lilith calmed down an when she did Leona scooped her up an fed her some sweets gave Vil the look of 'i got this one you get him' an Vil left to check on Jamil

"i apologize i knew she was scared of you but i didn't think it was still that bad"

"you have nothing to be sorry about....this is my own fault"

"i know you didn't mean to-"

"take it out on her? yea well when i over blotted i did! i swatted the rest away an tormented a toddler...."

"but you also saved her even if she doesn't know that you did"

"she won't ever know an that's fine...I'm normally better with kids you know? if we did this whole practice thing with any other kid i could have shown off how capable i am an-" Vil kissed Jamil on his cheek

"i know how capable you are"

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Leona swaying Lilith about trying to get her in a sleepy mood but she seems to shaken up to sleep. "hay squirt want to hear a bedtime story?" Lilith nodded

"k..." shit guess he actually has to now "long ago...actually it wasn't that long ago probably a week ago a big bad guy with blue flames for hair kidnapped a princess an challenged 5 hero's to stop his evil plan an save the princess they had to split up in order to have a chance of beating him leaving many trials an tests along the way on of those hero's was yours truly an the other was Jamil" hearing his name even during the story made Lilith tremble a little but leona swung her around a bit before nuzzling her face making her giggle "how can a monster be a hero you might be asking yourself? monsters can learn to grow from there mistakes i to had moments of being a monster but i grew out of it" for the most part.

"anyway all the hero's including the monster agreed that we had to save the princess as well as stop him he made it real tough you know every time we made a big attack he kept holding the princess just out of reach so we couldn't save her but i guess it takes a monster to know a monster because the monster saved the princess dove over an grabbed her from the clutches of the bad guy"

"Jamil really do that?"

"yup saw him do it with my own eyes"

"...." she was still fuming "listen kid you don't gotta forgive him for what he did don't blame you if you don't, but i promise you he regrets hurting you an he is trying i promise"

"can i get a different bed time story?"

"nope, you're stuck with the one i gave you"

"Vil would have told me another one"

"I'm not Vil"

Lilith stuck her tunge out him an Leona repeated the motion back at her. "good night little herbivore" he tucks Lilith in an she is sound asleep in minutes.

next morning Jamil making breakfast in the kitchen his plan was just to make food an leave before Lilith woke up. he stopped when he heard a ruffling "grim is that you? you have to wait until Lilith gets her share before you eat it all-" he turned an froze when he saw Lilith peeking from behind the wall just staring at him. he turned away from her so she wouldn't have to look at his face.

he heard tiny foot steps he could tell she was standing right behind him. "thank you" his head went up but he didn't turn around he wasn't expecting that.

"thank you for saving me....Leona told me you saved me from a monster..." she then kicks the back of his leg "i still don't like you though" an she ran away to go get dressed into not P jays

Jamil left standing in the kitchen alone with his thoughts till Vil an Leona came by. "you didn't have to do that"

"what tell her the truth? well i did hopefully she'll throw less stuff at you now-" Jamil rested his head on Leona's shoulder in a very subtle way of saying thank you which Jamil was to shy to say. Leona an Vil hugged him close let him know he wasn't alone an they would figure this all out together.

"hay can i eat food now or do i have to wait till your done hugging an shit" that earned Grim a smack from Vil "you better not say such vile things around Lilith"

"ow! i'd never after all im her role model"

"yikes maybe we should have Lilith move dorms so she has better role models"

"I'm all for that, i say Pomefiore she would have much better role models including Vil"

grim blew out flames "NO SHE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE"

"aw you do care about her"

"duh! She's my henchmen!"

the three of them laughed as they helped get Lilith an Grim ready for class today.

[zeroseuniverse]

Leave The Door Open

Word Count: 1.0K Summary: She felt a flush rise to her cheeks. “You don’t have to do all this. I mean, I’m just doing what anyone would.” Jake leaned closer, his tone soft but firm. “Not everyone does what you do. You’re special. And we’re glad you’re here.” Pairing: Jake X Fem Reader X Jungwon

Disclaimer: Please be aware that this is apart of the from the ashes series. This series will have aspects of violence, weapons, angst, blood, injuries, killing, and will heavily focus on oppression and segregation of mutants, Look after your mental state if any of these make you uncomfortable please.

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The storm raged like the city’s chaos made manifest—relentless winds howling through the desolate streets, rain hammering against abandoned buildings. She tightened her grip on the limp, bloodied dog cradled in her arms, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she ran. The dog’s labored breathing was a grim metronome in the night.

The clinic came into view like a beacon, its dimly lit sign flickering against the backdrop of darkness. She stumbled up the steps, hammering on the door with desperate fists.

“Please!” she shouted, rain streaming down her face. “Someone, anyone—help!”

The door creaked open, and the vet appeared, his sharp eyes taking in the scene. He didn’t waste time on questions, stepping aside to let her in. “Lay him on the table,” he instructed, already pulling on gloves.

She followed, her heart hammering. The sterile smell of the clinic was a stark contrast to the storm outside.

Jake appeared moments later, disheveled but alert, a blanket draped over his arm. His gaze softened when he saw her shivering. “You’re soaked,” he said gently, draping the blanket around her shoulders. “Here, sit down. Let us handle this.”

“I can’t just sit,”She protested, but Jake’s warm smile and firm hands guided her to a chair.

“Trust us,” he said. “Jungwon’s got this.”

Jungwon didn’t look up, his hands moving with practiced precision. “He’s stable for now,” he said after a tense silence, glancing briefly at her. “But it’s going to be a long night.”

By morning, the dog was resting comfortably in one of the clinic’s recovery kennels. Now dry and slightly less frazzled, she stood beside Jake as he filled a bowl with water.

“You’ve got a good heart,” Jake said, his tone light but sincere. “Not everyone would’ve gone through that storm for a stray.”

She shrugged, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Someone has to care.”

From across the room, Jungwon spoke without looking up from his clipboard. “Caring is good. But you might want to think about taking better care of yourself, too.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that your way of saying thank you?”

A faint smirk tugged at Jungwon’s lips. “It’s my way of saying don’t make this a habit unless you want to work here.”

Jake chuckled. “He means he’s impressed, in his own... Jungwon way.”

She glanced between them, her initial tension melting into a laugh. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She returned to the clinic a few days later, a stray tabby kitten bundled in her jacket. This time, when she approached the door, it was already slightly ajar, as if someone had been expecting her..

Inside, Jake greeted her with his usual warm smile. “Another rescue? You’re making this a habit.”

“Guilty,” she said, cradling the tiny kitten in her hands. “This one was trapped under some rubble. I couldn’t leave it there.”

Jungwon appeared from the back room, wiping his hands on a towel. “You should’ve called ahead,” he said, though his tone lacked its usual sharpness. “We’d have been ready.”

Jake nudged Jungwon playfully. “Don’t mind him. He’s secretly happy to see you.”

Jungwon rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he gestured to the exam table. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

As she set the kitten down, she noticed a familiar sight on the counter: a small thermos of tea and a neatly wrapped package of cookies. Her favorite cookies.

She glanced at Jake, who was adjusting the lamp over the table. “Is this... for me?”

Jake didn’t look up, but his smile widened. “You’ve been running around the city saving animals. Figured you could use a snack.”

Her heart warmed at the gesture. “Thanks,” she said softly, taking the thermos in hand.

“Don’t thank him too much,” Jungwon said dryly, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “I’m the one who reminded him which snacks you liked.”

Jake laughed, throwing Jungwon a mock glare. “Sure, take all the credit.”

She chuckled, sipping the tea. “I’ll thank you both, then. This is... really thoughtful.”

Over the next few weeks, she found herself spending more and more time at the clinic. What had started as a place to bring rescues quickly became a second home.

Each time she arrived, something small but thoughtful awaited her. A clean pair of gloves set aside for her by Jungwon. A pillow and blanket tucked into the corner for those late nights by Jake. Once, Jake even brought a small space heater to keep the exam room warm when she mentioned being cold.

“You two spoil me,” she teased one evening, watching as Jake carefully stitched up an injured bird’s wing.

Jake grinned, his dimples flashing. “You deserve it. You do so much for these animals—it’s the least we can do.”

Jungwon chimed in, his voice steady as he wrapped a bandage around a dog’s paw. “And you’ve been a big help around here. Don’t think we haven’t noticed.”

She felt a flush rise to her cheeks. “You don’t have to do all this. I mean, I’m just doing what anyone would.”

Jake leaned closer, his tone soft but firm. “Not everyone does what you do. You’re special. And we’re glad you’re here.”

Jungwon nodded in agreement, though he kept his eyes on his work. “We are.”

One evening, after a particularly exhausting rescue, she arrived at the clinic to find the lights dimmed and soft music playing. Jake appeared in the doorway, holding a tray with a bowl of steaming soup.

“Long day?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“You have no idea,” shecadmitted, sinking into a chair.

Jake set the tray down in front of them, his eyes warm. “Eat. You’ll feel better.”

As she picked up the spoon, Jungwon entered, carrying a stack of freshly folded towels. He paused when he saw her.

“You actually sat down for once,” he said, his tone teasing. “Must’ve been a really long day.”

She smirked. “What can I say? You guys are rubbing off on me.”

Jake laughed, sitting beside her. “Good. You need to take care of yourself too, you know.”

She looked between them, her chest tightening with a warmth she hadn’t felt in years. “You two really make it hard not to feel at home here.”

“That’s the idea,” Jungwon said, his lips quirking into a rare smile.

Jake reached over, placing a gentle hand on hers. “You are home. As long as you want to be.”

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txt reactions- they are jealous

choi soobin

- You were sitting with Soobin in the practice room. While the guys were practicing their dance for the new album, Soobin and you were sitting next to each other and chatting. Your laughter could be heard from even the farthest corner. You were showing Soobin videos of your nephew on your phone. It was a video taken at your house. Your nephew was running around the house with one of your clothes on his head. While you were watching, a message came from upstairs. It was your best friend Jaesung. It was obvious that Soobin and he weren’t getting along very well, but of course you were still seeing Jaesung. After Jaesung sent you a message asking if you had any plans, Soobin stood up. “I didn’t know he was still texting you.” You slowly stood up as well. “He’s my friend, of course I text him and he texts me. I thought we were over that.” Soobin took a deep breath at what you said. “Let’s talk about this later. This isn’t the best timing right now.” He left you there alone and walked away.

choi yeonjun

It was a normal morning. After you and Yeonjun had done the shopping for the house, you were waiting at the cash register to pay. Of course, you and him had made yourselves unrecognizable with your masks, hats, and coats. Yeonjun was holding out his bags for you to put your purchases in. While Yeonjun was paying, you were dragging your belongings to the door and trying to take them away. At that moment, a man approached you and offered to take the bags. Just as you were about to decline his offer, Yeonjun quickly walked over to you and held your hand. “There’s someone who can help her. Please go now.” You could swear that this was the first time you’d ever seen Yeonjun this angry. You continued to walk home slowly. When you got home, Yeonjun was acting cold towards you. “Hey, are you okay?” When Yeonjun nodded, you went over to him. “You’re not thinking about what happened there, are you?” You looked at Yeonjun with those eyes that he could never resist and Yeonjun immediately softened. He shook your hand with his. “Of course. Now let’s put our purchases away.”

choi beomgyu

There were tons of things you could do together with Beomgyu. You could watch a movie or draw. Maybe he could play his guitar for you. But you decided to put on your jackets and go to a rink that was out of the way. You took the skates, put them on, and put on your helmets. You and Beomgyu started skating while smiling at each other. Beomgyu was a little talented at things like that compared to you. The slippery ground under your feet made you nervous. You kept holding on to the railings on the side with your hands. You were scared but you tried not to show it. As time passed, you got looser and started skating until you fell down with a thud. You grabbed the hand that was reaching to pick you up from the ground. Because you thought it was Beomgyu. When you saw a cute boy with blue hair in front of you, your eyebrows furrowed. Then Beomgyu ran to you. “Baby, are you okay?” You nodded at Beomgyu’s words and held his hand. Beomgyu felt different when he saw the boy. “Who was that?” “I don’t know, the thought just appeared next to me. I thought it was you and held your hand.” Beomgyu exhaled and looked at you. “I’m sorry.. It felt like you were alone, but please don’t do it again.. sometimes I can get jealous even if I don’t want to.”

kang taehyun

you were planning on having a typical Sunday, until you ran into your ex-boyfriend. You and Taehyun went to the cat cafe as you always did. You enjoyed petting the fluffy animals that came to the tables. Even though your drinks got hairy, you still enjoyed it. You picked up a cat and gave your phone to Taehyun to take a picture. When you took a few steps back, you bumped into your ex-boyfriend. The cat escaped from your lap, but Taehyun ran to him when you held his shoulder. Your ex-boyfriend turned to you and said, "Are you okay?" You confirmed it with Taehyun's arrival. You were left confused with Taehyun, who looked at your ex boyfriend and scared him, but Taehyun was still soft and calm as before when you got home. So you didn't mind it. But asked. "Why did you get jealous?" "Jealous,me? You are lying." You chuckled. "Okay, then. Maybe I understood wrong." Taehyun sighs. "A bit."

kamal hueningkai

It didn’t seem normal for your boyfriend to be jealous of you. You were living together at your house. You invited 3 of your friends from college to meet him. 2 of them were girls and 1 was a guy. You never thought Hueningkai would be jealous. You all sat together and played board games. You were divided into 2 teams. Suho always said he wanted to team up with you. You had good chemistry during group games. Hueningkai slowly backed away. He usually watched you. Hours had passed by the time you realized this. When your friends went home, you went with Hueningkai. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Hueningkai raised his head when he heard you call him. “Nothing, I guess I was just bored.” “I’m sorry. I guess I upset you.” He smiled as he hugged Hueningkai. “It’s okay. I’d be happier if you just played with me.”

[dominiquelucalover]

Did Everything Right | Dominique Luca x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a victim of a robbery comes to S.W.A.T. for help, the team finally gets to meet Luca's girlfriend. (requested)

CW: reader is the victim of a crime, mentioned robbery at gun point, mentioned gun violence, trauma and tears, angst/comfort, Luca is pissed tf off.

A/N: not proofread.

S.W.A.T. HQ was oddly quiet, which was never a great sign. When things were quiet, it meant that the criminals they were hunting were hiding and scheming. Everyone was working, but they all knew that the calm was merely making way for whatever storm was about to come there way.

They just didn't expect it to walk through the door.

Luca was in the boxing ring, gloved up and throwing punches at Rocker's hands to pass the time between tasks. It was no big deal, they all had to keep in shape and ready to roll whenever a call came in. However, he was quickly distracted when he saw a familiar face walk in with two officers. He immediately dropped everything and got down from the elevated platform to go to you.

Shaking like a leaf, you were looking around the room quickly in search of him. You clutched your bag to your chest, tears falling down your face rapidly. As soon as your eyes landed on him, you called out his name and ran to him.

Upon hearing their teammate's name shouted with such distress, his team came to see what was going on. Only to find you in the strong arms of your boyfriend, crying into his S.W.A.T. issued shirt. He tried to soothe you, rubbing your back and trying to ask you what had happened, but you struggled to get words out.

One of the officers stepped forward and spoke, "She was robbed at gun point. She all but forced us to bring her to you, which we weren't gonna argue with once we heard you were S.W.A.T."

Luca's face hardened as he looked at the officers, then down at you. He cupped you face in his large hands and wiped your tears away, "Hey, hey, babe, breathe, okay. You're okay now."

You calmed down as he breathed with you. He kissed your forehead and nodded to you, a silent signal that you were doing great.

"What happened?"

You took a deep breath. "I went to the- the grocery store to get every- everything to make that ziti, y'know? But when I went to my car... he came up behind me with-with the gun-" you cried out, bringing a hand up to your mouth to try and quiet yourself. He shushed you gently and assured you that it was okay. "He said I needed to get in the car and drive him somewhere, but I wouldn't... I remembered what you told me- to not do that. He got angry and- and shot the gun at the car, then he wanted my keys and all my cash, so I gave it to him."

"He's unstable," Hondo commented from the side, trying to speak lowly so as night to frighten you but you heard it anyway and nodded in agreement.

You looked at you boyfriend's team leader. "He-he hit a bunch of cars getting out of the parking lot and- and drove into oncoming traffic be-before jumping the curb."

Hondo came over and talked to the officers who had brought you in, telling them that they'll take over the investigation into the man and get in contact with their sergeant about it. He thanked them before they left and then turned back to you, seeing you in Luca's arms again and hiccuping as he comforted you. However, he could see the fire in Luca's eyes - he was not happy about this. None of them were, but he was absolutely pissed off.

"We gotta find this guy, Hondo," he said, staring at his friend and teammate, determination in his eyes.

Hondo nodded, the rest of the team coming to their sides. None of them had to say anything about you. It was clear to them that you were important to Luca and that was enough for them.

Deacon put a hand on Luca's shoulder and nodded to him affirmatively. "We're gonna get him, don't worry. Right now, you take care of her."

Luca nodded and led you to a more private room. He held you the whole way, telling and assuring you that you did everything right. He wasn't going to leave you side until he and his team were ready to go bring the man in that had done this to you. But for now, he was just happy that you were alive and safe. That's all he could ask for at the end of the day.

[tenleymcddonal]

Gorgeous

(George Weasley x American Reader)

(inspired by the Taylor Swift song)

I don't know when exactly I realized I was drunk, but it might have been around the same time I started to walk toward my crush, George Weasley. When I'm sober, I would've never done this, I'm incredibly awkward and not straight forward at all. I prefer to stare longingly from across the room when it comes to crushes of mine.

Something about the fire whiskey coursing through my veins gave me a newfound confidence. This too was super unlike me. I never drink. But having to stare at George for so long knowing I'm not with him and he most likely doesn't feel the same way really got me craving some. I was invited to this Gryffindor party by Ginny, who I'm relatively close with. Ginny knows about my crush on her brother, and she constantly tells me to confess and that I might be surprised with the outcome. But I was never able to decipher if I would be surprised in a good way or a bad way. I just assume it would be in a bad way because if George really did like me back, Ginny would tell me.

I snap out of my thoughts when I realized I had walked into a chair that's in the middle of the common room. I look up slowly hoping nobody saw but much to my dismay as I look around, I make eye contact with George, who is smirking at me. His brown eyes bore into mine and I want to disappear right then and there. Suddenly I see his mouth slowly open, and he begins to say something. I mentally prepare myself to be completely and utterly embarrassed by the next thing that comes out of his mouth. " Oi y/n I reckon there's a chair there." before I can even process what he said to me I begin to speak, what I thought at the time, to be a clever comeback. " Oi y/N I ReCkON therEs a cHaiR theRe InNIt." I smack my hand over my mouth, just as shocked with my response as George is. Suddenly he bursts into a fit of laughter and says, " I didn't even say innit you goof." he pauses to catch his breath and then speaks once more. " Your british accent is weak love, I think you might need me to give you some lessons." I stand there awkwardly and then speak up again "YoUr BRiiSh AcCenT Is WeAK LOv , I FiNk i MIgHt NeEdA GivE yA sOM LeSsOns." He only chuckles this time, but Fred begins to Laugh like a hyena beside him.

"MAN, SHE SOUNDS JUST LIKE YOU HA." George glances at Fred and back to me and then back to Fred, "Shove off, mate. You're british too." Regardless of him telling off Fred he still supports a small smirk. I decide to sit down in the chair I ran into.

I close my eyes for a second rethinking my previous decisions when I suddenly feel a small tap on my shoulder. I open my eyes and am met with George kneeled Infront of me. "Why do you never talk to me?"

Huh? He speaks to me only to ask why I never talk to him? What is this? "I just did." I respond. He only scoffs a bit, still smiling though. "No not like that, I mean like, actually talk to me. I know you're friends with Ginny, and I know you speak with Ron, and Fred. But you never talk to ME. And then you make fun of me when I speak to you. What is up with that?"

I don't know what to say. Do I confess? Do I make something up?

I ultimately decide to answer his question with my own question. " Does it bother you?" His eyes go wide, and his face flushes a light pink. " Uh-no... yes. I, I...... fancy you y/n and its fine if you don't feel the same. I would be fine with you just being my friend, but it hurts that you only talk to my siblings and never me, what did i do?" I don't know how to respond, and I don't know what to do. My face drops and my head goes blank. I only stare into his eyes. He begins to search my face for any sign of any kind of response. " I like you too George. So much. I don't speak to you because I'm extremely awkward and I knew I would embarrass myself... kind of like I did tonight." I smile at him and its almost like his pupils turn into hearts. The whole demeanor of his face changes. His eyes soften and the small smile on his face begins to grow wider. " You didn't embarrass yourself. I thought it was cute... and funny." He winks at me, and I feel my face get hot.

He reaches up and places his hand on top of my hand. As his hand is on mine I think of Ginny, why didn't she tell me? "George, did Ginny know you like me?" George stares at our hands and then looks up and responds “Yes, did Ginny know you liked me?"

My mouth drops "Yes!! Why didn't she tell me you like me?!?" George lets out a nervous giggle and then responds, " I kind of told her that if she told you about my feelings that I would prank her like there's no tomorrow." I chuckle and then kiss his cheek. He speaks up after I pull away "So... does that mean you would want to go on a date with me ??" I pause and stare at him for a second, both of us blushing and smiling big. "Mmmmmm no" I respond as I place a kiss on his lips.

[starkspondwater]

Not So Bad- Stan Marsh x Reader

Summary-Next up for 7 minutes in heaven is Stan Marsh! You always thought he was just some asshole (or did you) but one little game will change that real quick! (light SMUT)

Others in the series: Butters x

A/n: I do not know how to write for Stan but I tried my best! I also was not sure how to end it. Like at all. I wasn't going to write it tonight either but with everything going on in my country I needed something to keep the anxiety away!

You weren’t sure how Wendy roped you into going to a party, and you sure as hell didn’t know how she pulled you into this dumb ass party game. You didn’t talk much through highschool, running around in different friend groups so you were surprised by the sudden friendship when you both saw each other in your women’s studies course that semester. She was truthfully the only other person in the class that put in effort and through group projects and study sessions you got closer, which she definitely used to her advantage.

You had become a regular at Tolkein’s house as hanging out with his girlfriend gave you that perk, but those were normally kickbacks with a smaller group of people. Tonight, unfortunately, you were faced with a mansion full of people you had only seen in passing. Thank god the man supplied good alcohol.

Sitting in the circle with others, Wendy having cuddled up to her man, you watched as people flitted in and out of the room. From what you had heard from others there appeared to be games being played in random rooms throughout the house, including a game of strip-go-fish (how that was played you weren’t quite sure but the image gave you a laugh). You felt only slightly uncomfortable with your short shorts riding up a little too much and your top a little too clingy as the room grew warm with bodies. You mentally thanked the fireball circulating your system as it kept you from complaining, something Wendy had specifically asked you not to do tonight.

Across the circle, lazily sipping on a half drunk bottle of beer was Stan Marsh, football star, guitar player, and asshole. Well, that was a bit harsh. You hadn’t actually spoken to the boy since elementary school, boys and girls splitting off into their respective groups often, and as you grew to be teenagers you both ended up on entirely different ends of the social ladder. To you he just seemed very full of himself, laughing loudly, palling around too much, and in general just always being there.

Since he and Wendy officially broke things off in 7th grade he had led a string of girlfriends, each popular and pretty. Stereotypical highschool. You didn’t have any beef with the girls, to be clear, your issue was that it all just felt cliche, and living in a small town intensified that feeling. To make matters worse, however, was that you had caught yourself looking at him more and more over the years. In class you would find yourself tracing the lines of his broad shoulders with your eyes, noticing the stubble he had some mornings when he ran in late, and many other things. It was embarrassing, so to stay safe you just kept thinking of him as some jock asshole. 

Someone barked out laughter, breaking your train of thought and bringing you back to the present. Stan had now leaned forward, a boyish grin on his face as he looked around the circle and spun the bottle. For a second his eyes flicked to you, nearly causing you to choke on the badly mixed drink in your hand. Coughing a bit, you watched as the slender neck of the bottle spun and stopped, pointing  at none other than you.

The girls around you giggled, pushing you up to your feet and towards the closet. You could hear Wendy laughing behind you and if you still had your senses you would’ve yelled something at her, but before you could do so Stan was shoved in behind you. At the movement you nearly fell, only saved by his hands coming up to grab your waist.

“Sorry, dude,” he chuckled, only moving his hands away after a moment.

“It’s alright,” your willed your voice to not shake. Crossing your arms you attempted to make yourself a little smaller, giving you an ounce more room away from the boy next to you. You felt weird and you were sure he could hear the thumping in your chest.

“So, uh, are you like, okay with this?” Stan motioned between the two of you a little nervously.

“Being shoved in a closet?” You mentally cringed. Being a smartass was not going to help you in this situation, but it was all you could muster.

“No, like, kissing and stuff,” he said as if he really believed you didn’t know how this worked. He mistook your dumbfounded look for confusion and continued. “It’s kind of part of the game, y’know?”

“I know what 7 minutes in heaven is, Stan.”  You tried to keep the smart assery out of your voice as you answered him. “I just didn’t think you’d want to. You don’t even know me, dude.”

“Of course I do, Y/N, we’ve been in school together for like, ever. Wait- is this because of what Kenny said?” What?

“...What did Kenny say to me?” You tried to think back to all of your interactions over the years. You honestly didn’t have too much to do with the blond, though occasionally when in the same room you did joke with each other. You could not recall anything he said having to do with Stan.

“Oh that son of a bitch! He lied to get to me- goddammit!” Despite his words you heard no actual malice in his tone. All you were wondering is what Kenny would have told you. It had to have been about you if he was that concerned, right? Thankfully, you did not have to wonder for very long, as Stan broke with your prolonged silence.

“I had mentioned to the guys a few times that I thought you were, like, attractive, y’know? And…” he bit his lip as he hesitated. “I thought the skirt you wore the other week was kind of hot. He kind of kept teasing me about not having the balls to say anything to you.”

You remembered exactly what he was talking about. Your sister had decided on an impromptu makeover one morning, and like the she-devil she was, had shoved you into one of her many short skirts. You had spent the whole day worrying about flashing your ass to the poor student body. Wait- what was that first thing he said?

“Oh,” was all you could get out of your mouth, feeling your cheeks heat up at his admission.

“So…” One hand reached back for your waist and you felt him lightly squeeze, making you jump. “Did you want to…?”

“Um, yeah! Sure.” Jeez, you don’t need to sound too eager. You were still a little weirded out by this whole thing. You were not like the girls Stan usually dated, and you knew nothing would come of this anyway. Then, a little voice in your head spoke up. Fuck it. It’s a party.

With a firm but gentle touch, Stan grabbed you and brought his lips down to your own. Lips melded together in a dance as his tongue lashed forward seeking entrance. You had kissed your fair share of people, though it always felt clumsy and inexperienced. This kiss made you feel like you had drunk far more than you actually had. 

Warmth coursed through your veins, partially from your drinking but mostly from him. His large, rough hands roamed, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Tentatively, you let your hands explore, feeling the wide expanse of his chest through his t-shirt and up to those shoulders you could finally admit distracted you. Eventually, your hands moved up to his dark hair, knocking off the blue beanie on his head.

The second you touched a single strand on his head, he moaned into your mouth. Good to know he likes that you thought. Experimentally, you continued combing your hands along his scalp. A surprised yelp escaped you as Stan gripped your ass, a growl ripping from his throat. Briefly separating from your face he looked at you with hooded eyes. 

“Keep doing that and you’ll end up in trouble.” Your thighs snapped together as the words wound their way around your head. Based on the smirk the boy in front you had, he knew exactly what he was doing.

This was much more than you had bargained for. You figured you’d get at least a drunk makeout sesh in from some guy you wouldn’t care to recall the next day- instead you had Stan Marsh looking at you like that and from the clarity of his words you knew he was not drunk.

Some of the liquid courage you had previously poured down your throat sprang forth and you dared to grip his hair, lightly tugging. Immediately you were pressed to the wall as lips hungrily took to your own. Calloused fingers found their way under your shirt with feather light touches against your skin. You felt your shirt ride up as he continued towards your chest.

You were pleasantly surprised that despite how he was kissing you, Stan seemed hesitant. It was as if he was silently asking for permission to keep going, and to you that made him much more attractive. Puffing out your chest a bit into him was permission enough as his hands found their target. You could feel him squeeze a bit, humming at the feeling. He was gentle but commanding, and the combination had your head spinning.

You felt possessed. It wasn’t enough and you wanted closer, you wanted more, and Stan seemed to have the same line of thought as you. Only breaking from you for a split second, he brought your shirt up and over your head before expertly bringing a hand around and unclasping your bra. You fought the urge to cover your chest as he leaned back to gaze at you. Even in the horrible closet lighting you could make out his dilated pupils as he took in the sight in front of him..

With a glance to your face, he brought his head down and clamped his mouth to one of your nipples, his hands gripping your waist to keep you in place. As his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, you gave yourself over to the experience. Allowing your hands to rest on his head and shoulders, your head lolled back.

You could feel your panties growing moist by the second, small whimpers released from your lips mixing in with the sounds he was currently making at your chest. As he rose back up, now paying attention to your exposed neck, your hands instinctively fell downward onto the waistband of his jeans.

Almost immediately you pulled back, growing stiff. Stan, sensing a change, pulled back as well and observed your nervous state. After a moment, a grin broke out onto his handsome features. 

“You alright?” His voice was lightly teasing, but didn’t give off the vibe that he was making fun. You weren’t sure what to say, or maybe you did, but this all felt a little too bold for you. I mean you weren’t even his type for christ’s sake, even if he did admit to finding you attractive. 

Stan, despite common misconceptions, was not dumb. He’d known you for a long time and even though the two of you didn’t really talk for whatever reason he could still clearly read your body language and the little facial expressions you had. He came to the conclusion that he’d have to spell it out for you.

“You do know I like you, right?” you sputtered a bit, causing him to chuckle. “That’s why I was worried about Kenny talking to you. He kept saying if I didn’t have the balls to say anything he might as well as you out himself, and I didn’t want that.” 

Almost as if to prove it to you, he took one of your hands and placed it on the zipper of his pants. You could clearly feel how into this, and you, he actually was. His breath grew heavy as you rubbed along the length of him. He was girthy, that much you could tell. Your fingers skimmed his zipper when the door to the closet flew open.

The once muffled sound of the party slammed into the room with you. Stan quickly turned the two of you, shielding your exposed form from those that might be looking in and covering you in shadow. Haphazardly you threw on your bra and shirt, feeling the strap twist uncomfortably as your fingers numbly hooked things together. Your breathing was ragged and you attempted to slow it and create some semblance of calm. Stan, thankfully, stood there patiently and quietly, ignoring the jeers from outside.

Once done you very much intended to do your walk of shame directly out of the party. At least at home you could spiral with the remains of your dignity in peace. As you began to speed walk out you felt a large, warm hand slip into your own. Looking up you saw Stan with a small smile on his face, not even stopping to say anything as the two of you moved toward the exit. 

“What are you doing?” you asked after a beat of silence. The fresh mountain air outside was an immediate relief to the embarrassment you had felt inside the home. Fellow classmates that had already been sitting outside peered at you curiously, causing you to turn away.

“Well, I figured after the whole thing with them opening the door you might not want to continue, but maybe we could grab some slushes and talk for a bit?” He tugged his previously discarded beanie down over his ears. “I could also just drive you home. I just didn’t want to end this so quickly.”

Pleasure unfurled in your belly as you took in his words. Stan really did like you, like he said. You could try to tell yourself all you wanted that he was some asshole but you knew that wasn’t true at all. He was considerate and fun, and maybe you could build something on that. You pretended to ponder for a moment before answering him.

“I suppose a slushie couldn’t hurt. Just no funny business!” you teased as you followed him down the road, stepping in time with him.

“No promises!” he grinned, lightly knicking a hand into yours and intertwining it with his own.

Yeah, he wasn’t so bad after all, you decided.

[ryoko-loves-roses]

Spotted Injury

Gi-Hun + In-Ho

(NOTE: this is... my first ever actual tk fanfiction. i'm so sorry if it's bad. please try and reblog/like if you can!!)

Summary : After a brutal round of the Mingle game, due to Gi-Hun's clumsiness, he gets hurt in the chaos. Spotted by In-Ho, he tries to help his friend somehow... but comes across a surprising discovery...

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Mortifying. That’s the word that could describe the last game. Mingle: If you weren’t fast enough or didn’t have the correct number of players in one of the many rooms before the countdown ended, you’d be shot dead in cold blood.

Thankfully, Gi-Hun managed to make it into a room at the last second, but due to his clumsiness, he accidentally scraped his leg against the doorframe as he ran inside the many rooms. It left him huffing in pain, but not wanting to worry anyone, he quickly masked it.

He couldn’t mask the fact that he was limping everywhere he went, but he managed to limp into the main dormitory; he saw many grieving players, one of which was Hyun-Ju. She was staring at the wall with no emotion on her face. Gi-Hun wasn’t exactly close to Hyun-Ju, but he lost many friends to these games before, so he knew her pain.

Gi-Hun tried to walk to his team without trying to draw attention since he knew he was hurt and getting everyone worried about him was the last thing he wanted to do. Of course, In-Ho noticed almost immediately before everyone else did.

He managed to limp over to his bed, sitting down with a sigh. At first, In-Ho decided not to say anything, but as the day continued, and as mealtime came around, he took his tray, and walked over to Gi-Hun’s bed, sitting beside him without a word.

“Gi-Hun.” In-Ho greeted, glancing at him briefly before looking down at his tray, and beginning to eat.

Gi-Hun glanced to the side, and seeing his friend who he called Young-Il, he smiled, although - It was apparent that it was forced, and In-Ho knew that. “Hey, Young-Il.” He replied, the stinging in his leg doing nothing to help him keep his act together.

In-Ho’s eyes narrowed as he glanced down Gi-Hun’s leg, then back up at his eyes.

“I noticed you were limping earlier… any particular reason why?”

In-Ho’s question seemed genuine..

“Oh.. Me? Yeah.” Gi-Hun paused, glancing away before continuing his sentence. “I’m fine… I just scraped my knee a bit when we were playing mingle… That’s all.”

Hah.. As if In-Ho would believe any of that. The stoic man scoffed, putting his plate of food to the side. “Really? You’re fine? You can’t even stand to get a plate of food.” In-Ho retorted, which Gi-Hun just let out a chuckle. “I’m fine, Young-il... Really.” Although he tried to deny it, with every movement, the pain in his leg just got worse.

In-Ho’s eyes narrowed once more, not believing Gi-Hun for a second. He let out a sigh, leaning back against the bedframe of Gi-Hun’s bed.

“If you’re hurt, you should say something. Your injury could affect the upcoming games.”

Once In-Ho said that, Gi-Hun glanced back at him. “I just scraped it a little… I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

God… Gi-Hun loved to make things difficult, huh?

In-Ho gave him a skeptical look, clearly not buying his excuse. He rolled his eyes, a hint of annoyance crossing his features.

“You’re not fooling anyone. You’re limping. I’ve seen how you walk normally and this isn’t it.”

He sighed, his gaze now focused on the injury.

“Show me.”

In-Ho’s tone made Gi-Hun know that it was a demand and not a request.

With a sigh, he pulled up his pant leg, revealing a bigger scar than what he started with.

In-Ho let out an irritating sigh. He couldn’t help himself, grabbing Gi-Hun’s leg and putting it on his lap. Gi-Hun yelped in surprise. “H - Hey! What are you doing - ?”

In-Ho only shrugged, beginning to feel around the wound. “Getting a closer look…”

As much as Gi-Hun wanted to move away, he decided not to. He knew that In-Ho was right when he said that his injury may affect future games, so he decided to roll with it, letting the stoic man feel around the wound.

After a few moments of silence, Gi-Hun was about to speak again but suddenly yelped once he felt In-Ho squeeze his knee. The man immediately looked up at Gi-Hun.

“Oh… Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I-” In-Ho was cut off by Gi-Hun, and his flustered state. “No - That didn’t hurt-” He paused, a bit of blush now apparent on his face. Was he really about to admit this? He’s a grown man for god's sake…

“It just tickled… that’s all.” Gi-Hun muttered as he glanced away. “Oh.” In-Ho mused quietly, but inside, he was beginning to feel a bit amused. Really? This was the guy that won the games before? A man who couldn’t handle a simple squeeze? Managing to keep his calm complexion, In-Ho continued to feel around the wound, but this time… he purposefully began to squeeze around Gi-Hun’s knee/leg area, his subtle smirk widening at every muffled yelp that came from the older man.

At one particular squeeze, Gi-Hun bit the sleeve of his green tracksuit, and this is when In-Ho couldn’t keep his smirk hidden any longer.

“Okay - I-i think I’m fine n-nohohow -!” Gi-Hun tried to hide his smile with his sleeve, but In-Ho just raised an eyebrow, feigning complete innocence.

“No, you’re not. You got hurt, and I’m trying to make sure you haven’t irritated it further!”

Then, In-Ho began to squeeze the man’s knee ruthlessly.

Gi-Hun finally let out a burst of laughter before he could muffle it, now trying to pull his leg back. In-Ho smirked, taking his other hand and firmly trapping the man’s leg in his grasp. Without another word, he rolled up Gi-Hun’s pantleg even more to see his bare knee, before scraping and scribbling all five of his nails on it. To be honest, In-Ho had no idea someone could even become ticklish on their knees… till today.

Gi-Hun let out a high-pitched screech, falling back onto the bed; his head jerking side to side.

“Nohohoho!- Shihihihit!” As he cursed out in pure laughter, he tried to kick his friend with his other leg that was currently free, but thanks to In-Ho’s great reflexes, he managed to catch his flailing leg, now holding both of his legs hostage in the man’s grasp. He knew the other players were probably looking at them in confusion and awkwardness, but he honestly could not care less. Despite being the frontman of the games itself, he was playing the role of the concerned friend, and he owned that role with passion.

“Mm… I cannot believe a man who is this ticklish won the games before… I’m surprised to say the least.” He teased, deciding to switch it up a bit. He held onto Gi-Hun’s ankles, suddenly pulling him closer to him, managing to attack his ribs with as much force as he could muster. To say Gi-Hun squealed would be an understatement… the older man full-on screamed with laughter. I mean, In-Ho has seen some pretty ticklish people in his lifetime, but Gi-Hun takes the damn cake. The man let out a dark chuckle, all ten of his fingers now scribbling and drilling into Gi-Hun’s ribs.

“PLEHEHEHEASE-! IHIIHI CAHahAHNT- BREHheHEHEATHE!!”

Even as Gi-Hun begged, deep down he knew that he was enjoying this. It was a change to see someone who was usually so traumatized and strategic… laugh like this. God, this must tickle a shitload for the man to be screeching like a banshee. In-Ho let out another dark chuckle before finally deciding to stop, though his fingers were still hovering above Gi-Hun’s ribs in case he needed to strike again.

“If you allow me to bandage you without a fuss, I’ll let you go.”

At this point, Gi-Hun would do anything to stop the brutal tickles from his merciless friend.

“O-OhoOKay! Okay! Fihine..” Gi-Hun giggled, and that’s when In-Ho finally retracted his hands, a noticeable smirk on his face.

“Good choice.” He mused with a smile before finishing his sentence.

“And if you try to run, your ribs won’t be the only thing getting attacked, understood?”

Gi-Hun immediately nodded, understanding the ticklish gravity of the situation, and just like that, In-Ho left to go find some bandages.

God… tickling could be tiring, but honestly, it was a nice change of pace before the next round of the games started. Smiling to himself, Gi-Hun sat on his bed, awaiting In-Ho’s return.

Maybe… he isn’t so bad.

[kittenfangirl20]

Adam didn’t know why, but he felt there was a reason why Sir Pentious was there just so suddenly. He was in his room getting ready for bed when he heard shuffling around the office. Adam got up and made his way to the office and he saw Sir Pentious setting up a Vox Tek camera.

Adam: I knew it, you are a spy for the Vees.

The main reason why Adam knew about the Vees was because Steve would complain to him about how more people watched porn made by Valentino, than made by him. It was useless to tell Steve that he was still making very profitable porns especially ever since he started working for him, Steve wanted to be the most popular. The last time Adam said something like that, he was slapped and made to be in a porn with a guy whose dick was so big that he started to bleed and he couldn’t work for nearly a month.

Sir Pentious: I was just looking for something.

Adam: You are so bad at lying.

Adam tried to try to leave and Sir Pentious tried to stop him and accidentally tore off the tank top Adam was wearing. Poor Sir Pentious ended up shielding his face.

Sir Pentious: Forgive me for accidentally exposing you.

There was something pathetic and kind of endearing about the fact that this snake like Sinner was ashamed about accidentally exposing Adam’s breasts.

Adam: It’s alright.

Sir Pentious: You don’t want to beat me within an inch of my life?

Adam: No.

Just then everyone else ran in and Lucifer looked ready to kill Sir Pentious when he saw the torn tank top and Adam’s exposed breasts. But he also couldn’t help but admire how they looked.

Adam: It’s alright, he asked for forgiveness and I forgave him.

Charlie went to talk to Sir Pentious who now wanted to make a genuine effort towards redemption. No one knew that Valentino had spotted Adam on the footage.

Valentino: He must be one who works with Steve, he always tries to be like me. I may have to blackmail him in having Adam be in a couple of my films if he doesn’t want to be sued.

Adam didn’t know how bad things were about to get.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Huskerdust Au

Adam stretched his long limbs over the hotel couch as he sucked on a popsicle, deep throating it as fair as he could while scrolling Sinstagram. His lamb ears twitched with annoyance with every text he got from his pimp Steve.

Asshole wants him to move back into the tower, never going to happen.

Charlie and Vaggie were trying to think of ways to drum up more clients for the hotel.

Adam: Ladies! You could always utilize the local talent.~

Charlie: Hehe, well Adam as kind as that is I wouldn't want to take advantage of you.

Vaggie: And we aren't making a porno.

Adam: Suit yourselves.

Then there was a knock at the door, when Charlie answered it was the Radio Demon who basically pushed his way in.

Alastor: The names Alastor, and what might you do my fluffy feminine fellow?

Adam smirked: I can suck your dick.

Alastor: Ha! No.

Adam: Your loss.

Charlie: Are you here to be redeemed?

Alastor just laughed: Oh no nothing silly like that. I'm here to help! And I can even provide more staff.

He snapped his fingers and a little ball came down the chimney which turned into a woman with one eye.

Nifty: Hi! I'm Nifty, I clean everything!

Alastor snapped his fingers again and a bar appeared.

Lucifer blinked, he was just at the crabs table on a winning streak the fuck is this!?

Lucifer: Hey! I was winning!

Alastor: And now I need your assistance, you can have all the cheap booze you want in exchange.

Lucifer growled and stomped over to the bar, one day he would be free of that prick. He cracked open a bottle of whiskey and started to drink it.

Adams eyes went wide, he made sure chest was nice and amplified and that his thong sides were showing on either side of his hips and plastered on the best smile he could as he sat down at the bar winking at Lucifer.

Adam: And who might you be, handsome?~

Lucifer looked up and both men looked at each other in shock.

Lucifer: Adam?

Adam: Yeah, what is the former King of Hell doing here?

Lucifer: I have a job, what about you?

Adam: I am trying to get back into Heaven.

Lucifer had heard that Adam was kicked out of Heaven for liking things that were considered sinful like rock music and swearing.

Charlie: Dad? Is everything alright? I was worried after you disappeared after Satan took over. Do you need help?

Lucifer: I am alright Char Char, I guess we now get to see each other more often.

Adam: I need to go to work, I will be back later.

Adam left surprised seeing his first love at the hotel, he went to the studio he worked at. Steve was waiting outside.

Steve: Do you honestly think that this redemption thing works?

Adam: I’m here to work.

Steve: Good boy, I want you with a man and a woman tonight. Get inside.

Adam walked in and let them take off Adam’s clothes. On the bed were other porn stars that Steve owned the souls of and Adam got into bed with them.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[kazumist]

no bc i actually thought it was just gonna be one of his perma ssrs again (i have like. 3 stars on the cake one and 2 where he got soaked in water tbh) but then the line was smth like "i can't wait to spend forever with you" which made my jaw dropped bc??? WHAT????

[thetangibleghost]

My sleep was odd last night but I took a nap at around 5 am and had another dream about Sal Fucking Fisher. 🤦🏻 Then I woke up... And had ANOTHER ONE. Larry was also in that one.

[shellshocklove]

moanin' & groanin' | logan howlett

pairing/AU: lumberjack!logan howlett/wolverine x inexperienced!female!reader

summery: working for your father's timber business isn't what you saw yourself doing, but when the wolverine comes looking for work it's suddenly not so bad – especially when he can teach you a thing or two.

warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! age gap (in the way that his mutant abilities prolongs his life), swearing, use of pet names, smut, car sex, praise, a little dacryphilia, logan's got a dirty mouth, soft dom!logan, a little size kink (basically logan has a big dick), handjob, fingering, a little manhandling, unprotected sex (don't do it!!), no use of y/n

a/n: um hi! this is my first ever logan fic. i really hope i got him right! not beta read, and barely edited so any mistakes are my own. happy reading! <3

main masterlist / ao3

The pages crinkled under your fingertips as you turned another page. Over the top of your book you could see your father's men milling about, getting the timber ready for another outgoing truck. Day in and day out they worked like flannel-covered ants. 

He wasn't here, your father, leaving you to hold down the fort, or office to be precise, as he  ran errands. "I'll be back before lunch," he'd told you, a hand passing through the sleeve of his tan Carhartt.

The office felt bigger when he wasn't here, like his neuroticism took up twice as much space as he did himself. You looked around the room. It was small, more like a hut than anything else, raised up on cinderblocks. A tiny kitchen lined the front wall, the refrigerator had given out once this month already and something smelled like it had died in there, the white florescent light under the wall cabinets gave you a headache, and the tap drip drip dripped. The table and the mismatched chairs, your father had found at a fleamarked years ago, before you were born most likely, and they wore the wear and tear of years of use. 

Every available surface was covered in papers, and the wooden shelves on the wall dipped in the middle from the weight of the binders. When you were little you'd been afraid the wood would break in two, but they were still standing (hanging?) – maybe they'd stay like that for the rest of eternity for all you knew. Your father's office had only one desk, which made your job as occasional office manager and full-time problem solver, problematic. 

Your father would sit in his chair on one side, while you'd steal one of the mismatched chairs and occupy the other end. If you'd had your way, you wouldn't be working here. The timber business interested you just as much as your father was interested in the disco they played on the radio. "If it ain't the king of rock I don't want to hear it," he usually said and switched the channel. 

But the town was small, and no one was hiring. The summer after you'd finished high school you'd dreamt of moving to the city, but the money had been tight and your father needed you. At least the work, if your father didn't meddle, was relatively easy: answer the phone, type out the invoices and salaries, keep an eye on logistics, and make sure whatever breaks gets fixed. 

The radio hummed at a low volume, one of the singles from Tapestry, as you turned another page of your book. Leaning back in your father's office chair, you glanced at the clock over the door. He should be back by now. Just as the thought crossed your mind, the door swung open.

"Did you need something?" you asked, your book dipping down in your lap. 

Logan raised an eyebrow at you as he walked into the office on heavy steps, that damn cigar hanging out the side of his mouth. "Nice to see you too, princess," he poked jokingly, tugging at his gloves, one finger at a time, and tucking them into his leather belt. 

He sported the same outfit he usually wore; bootcut jeans, a white t-shirt under his flannel and a thicker wool-lined jacket. He must've been sweating in here with that on.

Autumn had claimed the trees and ground months ago, but this morning the frost had covered the ground and bit at the apples of your cheeks. Your breath had come out in swirling plumes when you'd locked yourself in this morning; the first glints of the sun peeking through the windows as it rose over the mountains. The first thing you'd done was crank the heater, and now as you approached midday, you'd shed your sweater long ago while the windows had fogged with condensation. 

The smallest of frowns tugged at your brows, as a heat prickled up your neck to your cheeks. Logan made you a little nervous– not in a bad way, but in a way where your thoughts would wander in his presence, conjuring up scenarios of him and yourself in… comprising positions. Okay, maybe it was in a bad way. But who could blame you when he walked around like that?

He'd arrived only a few months ago, at the tail end of the summer, looking for work. He was strong, stronger than any of the other men working for your father, and although the work was hard, it seemed like he never tired. You didn't know much about him and he kept mostly to himself, hidden away in a cabin up in the mountain, but sometimes you'd see him down at the local bar, nursing a glass of whiskey in one hand and a lit cigar in the other. More than once you'd seen him chatting up Kayla Silverfox, and more than once you'd wished it was you in her place.

"Oof," Logan groaned as he opened the fridge, grabbing his packed lunch and closing it as fast as he could. You appreciated him for that; whatever had died in there should stay in there.

"Yeah," you said, "I'm not cleaning that again, not even for a million bucks."

"Can't blame ya." 

He looked to the table for a second where the guys usually ate their lunches, before he decided to take your usual chair at your father's desk. As he sat down, you pushed the ash tray to his side of the desk, earning you a short smile in thanks as he rested his cigar. It wasn't unusual for him to talk to you on his breaks. 

So, why did you heart beat so fast in your chest?

Because it was the first time you'd been alone.

"So, where's your old man?" he asked and bit into the sandwich he'd packed in an old newspaper.

"Running errands– he should be back soon…" you trailed off.

Logan hummed non-committedly. "So, you're in here sittin' pretty readin' your book while we're out in the cold slavin' away– maybe I should become the boss' daughter."

"Well, it's not easy," you sighed, feigning confidence, "and you gotta be pretty first of all," you front teeth dug into your bottom lip as you tried to hide your nervousness.

"That's true," he grinned, "I ain't got nothin' on you, princess."

Logan held your gaze with intent, and it was like something in the air shifted. It happened sometimes with Logan, like he had this power beaming from him that sucked you in. Erratic wings fluttered in your stomach, and you had to drop your gaze.

"So, how's the book?" he asked, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Eh," you shrugged, dog-earing the page your were on, before throwing the beat-up paperback on the table. "Too many plot twists– first they're on earth, then there's this virus spreading– so they have to move all of humanity to the moon, but then there's this species that lives under the surface of the moon who they start a war with, but one of the main characters are in love with a moonie– that's what they call them– so, now they're in love and trying to stop the war and…" you shrugged again.

Logan chewed slowly as he nodded his head. "Sounds complicated," he decided, making you let out a small laugh.

"I guess so."

A grin washed over Logan's face at your small laugh, and you felt his gaze roll over you, over your exposed skin. When he looked at you like that, like a predator drooling for a meal, you felt a small damp spot stick to your panties. You watched as his nostrils widened, his jaw clenching shut as a pulsing vein protruded from his neck.

"So, science fiction," he started, clearing his throat, "Didn't know you liked that," he continued between the last bites of his sandwich

"Some kid at the library recommended it," you shrugged, "so I thought I'd try it out. And it's not like it's that far from the truth– we've got mutants."

Logan crumbled the newspaper hard and quick, the sharp sound making you jump. "Yeah," he said, and stood to his feet, "That's true."

He grabbed his burnt out cigar, and threw the ball of newspaper in the trash. You started to wonder if you'd said something wrong, but then he said, "Your father's back," and not even a second later you could see your dad's old truck pull up outside the window.

How did he even know that? 

"Logan– wait," the words just fell out of your mouth before you could even think them through. He hovered by the door, raising a questioning eyebrow at you. 

You could be brave– Just say it! 

"Come by later would you? Before you leave for the day– I have something for you."

A gush of cold air blew in with the arrival of your father. He almost crashed right into Logan on his way out, nearly knocking him down the wooden steps. You thought you could glimpse a small nod from Logan, but he was out the door so fast you couldn't be sure. 

The rest of the day went by slowly as a growing anxiety gnawed at your neck. With your dad back you slipped out to borrow the car, driving into town to pick up some lunch at the local diner. It was routine at this point, something you did without thinking, but today your thoughts couldn't stay still. You were pulling up outside the office when you realized you'd driven the whole way with the radio off.

What was even your plan? 

You wished you were better at this. You could pretend, sure, put on a brave face to hide the nerves from surfacing, but how do you get a man like that to go for a girl like you?

You felt non the wiser when the sun had dipped below the mountains and he finally knocked on the office door. Your dad had left thirty-minutes earlier, stranding you at work with no way to get home. 

If this didn't go well, you didn't look forward to walking home.

"What 's it you wanted, princess," Logan asked, leaning against the frame of the door with one knee popped. Your eyes couldn't help but run down the length of him – his broad shoulders, the bulge hidden below his big belt buckle, and the veins of his exposed arms as he slung his jacket over his shoulder.

"Oh, um," you tried to shake your thoughts, and you rummaged the desk for the envelope. "Here," you said as you found it, stretching your hand out for him to take it.

He pushed off the door frame with a raised eyebrow, the cold air from the open door taking with it the warmth of the office. "What's this?" he questioned, taking the envelope from your hand. 

"It's your check– for this month's work," you explained.

His raised eyebrow pulled into a frown, "This is a week early," he questioned, "and I usually get these sent in the mail."

"Oh, I-I just thought I'd give it to you personally this time," you lied, fitting a shrug at the end for good measure, trying to sell how completely normal and nonchalant you were.

Logan raised a skeptic eyebrow at you, and you suddenly felt really really stupid. In your chest your heart could compete with a hummingbird's.

"Really?" he said with a smile before he dropped his chin, "Can I appreciate a little extra something in here, or…?" he trailed off, waving the envelope.

Letting out a shaky inaudible breath, you tried in your flirtiest voice, "Maybe if you give me a ride home…"

...................

The lights from the town below looked like stars scattered over the night sky, the yellow light of the roads connected them like on a string. You knew that Logan knew where you lived; the town was small, and even with the short time he'd spent here, it wasn't hard to get familiar. He'd stopped at the lookout point, about half-way up the mountain road. It was nice in the daytime, with a nice view of the town, the mountain and rivers, but at night it attracted a different kind of crowd: lovers. It was cheesy, and cliché, but clichés were clichés for a reason. 

The Led Zeppelin tape whirled, and the music stopped. 

Suddenly you felt nervous, fingers picking at a loose tread on your sweater. Logan leaned forward to flip the cassette, and his truck filled with a sound of organ, like you were back in church. When he leaned back he slung his arm over your seat. You watched how he spread his legs, getting comfortable, as his eyes found your face.

Under the wool, your heart picked up its beat.

In a brave move you shifted closer, the leather seat moaning under you, as a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His big palm snaked around your shoulder, curling you closer to him until his lips caught your own. You only hesitated for a second before your hand found his neck, where your fingers tugged lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. 

A low growl huffed against your lips, and he deepened the kiss, pressing himself roughly against you as he licked into your mouth. You couldn't help the small whimper escaping you. His touch was rough, almost impatient, but tender all at the same time, and you felt yourself fall apart.

The air stuck to your skin, clammy and sticky with arousal and now you started to get impatient. With a loud smack you broke apart, your lips raw and spent from use as you caught your breath. A rough hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb skated gently over your skin as he tilted your head towards him.

"Such a pretty little thing," he mused. His eyes had gone dark, pupils huge and filled with lust; yours must've looked about the same as they rolled down his body. He shifted closer to you, pushing you closer to the door, and you got a better view of the bulge hidden behind his jeans.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, clogging up the sounds around you like you were underwater, pushing at your thoughts at the back of your mind. Logan moved with such ease, each touch natural and easy, like he'd done them a thousand times. Not like you, with only your short-lived high school boyfriend under your belt. 

"Hey," he shook your head gently, "Where you goin', bub?"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, a heat coating the apples of your cheeks. 

He shook his head, his face surprisingly tender for someone so rough, "Tell me, baby."

"I'm just…" you trailed of, trying to find your words, "I'm a little nervous– I haven't done this much," you said, avoiding his gaze.

"That's sweet, bub." The pad of his thumb rubbed the pet name into your skin as he leaned forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss, "But I wouldn't worry that pretty little head of yours 'bout it."

His breath was hot against your own, and an ache started to spread between your legs. The hand on your cheek travelled downwards to tug at your jacket, and you parted only for a second to rid yourself of it, but before you could lock your lips with his again he grabbed at your hands.

"I'll teach ya," he told you and guided your hands to his broad form. 

He let you touch him as he shucked off his jacket, your fingers dancing over the soft flannel. He was solid beneath your fingers, hard muscles from hard work. A patch of dark hair curled at his chest, peeking out beneath his white shirt, and you found yourself wondering where it lead.

Curling his hand around your wrist, he guided your hand lower; down over his chest where you could feel the solid form of him. His bronze belt buckle burned you like ice, but the heat of him as he pressed your hand to the hard bulge beneath the buckle burned even brighter.

"You feel that?" He looked you straight in the eyes. He pressed your hand down harder and you could feel the shape of him against your hand, hard and thick, and big. You barely managed a nod through the wave of heat coating your cheeks. 

"That's because of you, princess." His voice was low, almost like a growl, as he started to guide your hand to rub over the thick length.

"Me?" you questioned, breathless. 

"Yes, you," he chuckled, a heavy hand petting at your head. "D'you want to take it out? Stroke it f'me?"

"Please," you begged, looking at him with moony eyes through your lashes.

"So polite f'me," he mused, his hands tugging at his belt before he popped the button on his jeans. Slipping off your shoes, you crawled up into the seat, sitting back on your knees as you watched him pull at his jeans. Peeking out from under the denim, you could see a dark patch of hair.

Logan was in no rush, revealing only an inch at a time of the base of his cock, making a show of it as the tension rose. A wave of tickling arousal washed over you, and it made you brave, reaching a trembling hand forward, you helped him tug at the fabric.

At last his cock sprung free.

You felt your eyes widen at the sight, as you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together. Even with your limited experience, you knew he was bigger than most. The thick length of his cock bobbed from the weight, hanging heavy between his legs. At the tip of his fat head, a drop of precum pearled, almost invisible in the dark truck. 

"Come here, bub." He widened his legs as he reached out a strong arm for you, curling you into his shoulder. 

"Put your hand on it," he ordered, "like this," he grabbed at your wrist and guided you hand towards his mouth. You let him move you around, eyes blown out and wide as you couldn't take your eyes off his impressive cock. 

A wet blob of spit pulled you from your thoughts, it drew the slightest frown over your face until he guided your palm, now coated in his spit, to his cock.

Under your palm his skin was silky soft, but hard and firm at the same time. You found yourself mesmerized at the sight of your hand around him as you familiarized yourself with the heaviness of him in your hand. 

"There ya go–" he cut himself off with a groan as you formed a fist around the head of him. Your fingers struggled to reach around him, but it didn't seem like Logan minded much when you moved downwards smearing his spit over his shaft in an experimental tug. 

"That's it, good girl, just like that."

A warmth bloomed in your chest at the praise, wrapping itself around your heart. You wanted him to say it again– to be good for him. So, you reached forward with your other hand, wrapping it around the base as the other formed a fist around the head. Another pearl of precum beaded at the tip, and you took the opportunity to skate your thumb over it, massaging it into his spit.

A growl seemed to get caught in Logan's throat, and still riding off your high that the praise had sown in you, you started to pump his cock in slow strokes. A slick sound escaped under your fists with each stroke, and you watched how his head fell back in pleasure.

"Am-am I doing it right?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

At the sound of your voice, Logan sat up straighter, a heavy hand falling over your back to pull you closer. "You're a natural, princess."  

You couldn't contain the smile from coating your lips as he brought you in for another searing kiss. It was hot, and suffocating, and all-consuming, all at the same time. It clouded your mind, and you forgot what your hands were supposed to be doing. 

Logan's hand travelled down your body, his big palm grabbing at your ass. "Take of your pants," he ordered against your lips, "Panties too," underlining his order with a couple of light slaps to the flesh.

Shuffling out of his hold, you fingered at the button of your pants, pulling at them and your panties as quickly as you could. Goosebumps prickled over your exposed skin, the air suddenly frosty without Logan's touch – but that didn't last long.

The calloused pads of his fingers trailed up your thighs, pressing down into the flesh as he pulled you closer to him. "Come sit in my lap, princess."

He didn't wait for you to move, instead he manhandled you how he wanted. Spreading his legs wide apart he fit you between his legs, your back pressed against his hot chest with his hard and leaking cock caged against your ass. 

"I'm gonna touch you now, baby, okay?" his deep voice whispered in your ear.

"Okay," you peeped, heart pounding in your ears at this new proximity. 

He spread your legs, putting your wet and neglected cunt on display, hooking them over his knees. When his palms danced over your inner thighs, you felt yourself sink deeper into his chest, deeper into the safe scent of pine and man. 

"Need to get you ready f'me, bub– stretch this tight cunt out for my big cock," he cooed.

You ached for him, a sticky wet feeling between your legs as you wished so badly for him to finally touch you. His touch was light, but teasing, drawing circles along the thin flesh, circling closer and closer to where you needed his touch the most, before he pulled away. 

"Please," you whined, grabbing at his arm.

His breath felt hot against your neck, and you could feel the grin he pressed against your skin. He let you guide him upwards to hover his large palm over your mound, but he wouldn't let you have it. Instead, he pushed at your sweater. His hand spread across the skin beneath your belly button as prickled goosebumps followed the rough pads as they ran across your skin.

"Y'gonna feel me right here, bub?" he teased, "So deep inside your tummy?"

A whine caught in your throat and you felt like an exposed nerve. Arousal pulsated throughout your body, threatening to pull you apart unless he did something soon. Your neglected cunt dripped with an ache only he could sooth. 

"Yes, please, Logan," you whined, tears threatening to spill.

His thick beard scraped against your cheek, and you almost trembled from anticipation as he slid his hands downwards. He raked his fingers through the curls of your mound, and a gasp fell from your lips when he finally pushed at your clit.

A wide smile reached across your face when he started to circle his fingers, tight with the perfect amount of pressure. Your hips bucked to meet his touch, your cunt eager and dripping for more of him. His other arm clasped around your middle, keeping your still and steady in his lap as he had his way with you.

A bold finger dipped lower, running through your folds and teasing at you entrance. A slick sound filled the car as he played with your cunt, circling his fingers around your hole, dipping a teasing finger inside you just to the first knuckle, before withdrawing it just as quickly. 

"Such a messy pussy," Logan murmured in your ear, the deep bass of his voice vibrating into your skin. "Listen."

The sound as he played with your pussy was obscene, lewd, and so dirty you felt a heat crawl up your chest. A breathy gasp escaped you when he finally split you on his finger, and a satisfied smile coated your lips as he started to move it inside in a steady rhythm, prodding every so often at that spongy spot inside, the spot your own finger couldn't reach.

"F-feels s-so good," you managed to stutter out. 

The heel of his palm pressed against your clit with every thrust, teasing at your insides and conjuring moan after breathy moan from your lips. He guided you closer and closer to the edge, and you wanted so badly to fall. When he pulled out to slide another finger inside you, you felt a tear roll down your cheek with satisfaction.

"I can feel that pussy clenching me– you close, bub?" he poked, never stopping his fingers.

Your head rolled back, resting heavy on his shoulder as you nodded franticly, mouth parted slightly, humming out small breathy whines. You were so close, the tension in your stomach twisting and aching for release.

But then he pulled his fingers, dragging them up over your mound leaving a wet trail in your curls. You couldn't help the disappointed sigh as more tears pressed their way down your cheeks.

"Shh," he hushed you, "you're okay, bub." 

Under you, you felt him move, his strong muscles flexing as he shifted you on his lap. When you felt the blunt head of his cock slide between your folds, an eagerness came upon you. You grinded against him, making a small chuckle rumble from his chest. Logan slapped his heavy cock against your folds, coating his big cock in your slick arousal. 

The first stretch of him knocked the breath right out of you, the fat tip of him splitting you in half as he helped you guide yourself down on him. You had to remember to breathe, your hand fumbling for something to hold on to. 

"Fuck," you whimpered, eyes wide, "I-it's so big– it's t-too big."

His hand wrapped around your middle held you in place, keeping you still on his cock as you adjusted to the first inches of him inside you. 

"It's not too big, princess, you're doing so well f'me," he praised, "just a little more, bub– you can do it."

With a wet whimper you lowered yourself, taking a couple more inches of him, as Logan pressed more fluttering praise into your skin. He let you take your time, easing yourself down on him at your own pace. When your thighs were finally flushed with his, he was so deep inside you, you jolted, trying to move back up, but Logan's hands held you down. You felt him in your tummy, like he'd said, his cock reaching so deep you were shaking.

"Sit still, get used to it," he told you, as you tried to catch your breath, "You're being so good f'me."

And somehow the burning stretch of him soothed away into a pleasurable pressure, one you couldn't help but chase. With an experimental rock of your hips, you felt the fat head of him prod at your spot, making you mewl. And when you started to swivel your hips, Logan groaned in satisfaction, meeting your movement with small thrusts.

Slowly, he picked up his rhythm, strong hands shifted to dig into your hips, holding you in place for him to move you as he wished. In your ear, you heard him growl, deep and animalistic as he fucked up into you.

It didn't take long until your breath came out fast between moans as the pressure built, and built, and built. 

"Logan," you moaned, tethering right on the edge.

Another growl escaped his chest, as his strong arms hooked under your legs. He pressed them tightly to your body as he picked up his pace, bucking wildly into your eager cunt. You could feel him throb inside of you, and you couldn't help but clench at the thought of feeling him spill inside you, claiming you.

"Don't stop, please, don't stop," you begged, tears streaming down your face like two winding rivers, "I-I'm gonna come."

A hand slid between your legs to rub at your puffy clit, coaxing you closer and closer with winding circles. 

"Come on my cock, baby, come all over that big cock."

It was hot, and blinding. Euphoric shocks pulsed through your body, as you fluttered and gushed around his cock. Logan's grip on your legs tightened as you shook violently with your orgasm – a million stars exploded behind your eyes.

"Oh, that's it, bub, such a good girl," he praised between heavy wet pants against your ear.    

Fucking you through your ecstasy, Logan chased his own high at a relentless pace, and all you could do was take it, reduced to a ragdoll in his hands. In your ear he muttered nonsense interlaced with praise, telling you how good you felt, and how perfect you were for him.

With a deep groan he pulled out quickly, tugging at himself until he spilled his thick spend on the truck floor. With bleary eyes you watched how it pumped in quick spurts, dripping down his hand and soiled the knuckles in his own sticky cum. 

Behind you, Logan breathed hard, nudging his nose against the column of your neck to press soft kisses to the hot skin. 

A pair of bright headlights beamed down the road, pulling you from the moment with its blinding light. Logan helped you shift off his lap, reaching to hand you your discarded clothes before he tucked himself back into his jeans. 

The cassette whirled in the car radio, and you couldn't remember when the music had stopped. Logan shifted back behind the wheel and an eerie silence grew in the distance between you.

"How 'bout I take you somewhere to eat?" he posed.

You smiled, "I could eat."

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[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader being the best couple for 10 minutes

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

compilation of funny moments based on this ask <3

when they got too into playing the wii…

“Get off of my side!” Y/n squealed, hitting Drew with her hip as the two of them stood in front of the TV waving their Wii remotes around wildly. Madelyn panned the camera around the room, Just Dance played on the screen and the couch filled with the Outer Banks cast as they watched the couple play.

“I’m not on your fucking side!” Drew laughed, wedging himself in front of y/n, essentially blocking her view of the screen. The two of them continued dancing, bumping into each other and giggling as the intense game continued.

“Get down, get down!” Y/n laughed, jumping on Drew’s back like the character’s on the screen, the room erupting into cheers as Drew held onto y/n’s legs. The two of them started giggling, their entire bodies shaking with laughter as the game ended and they fell to the ground in a heap.

when y/n interrupted drew’s beauty sleep…

“Are you filming?” y/n asked JD as he held her phone, camera focused on Drew’s soft, sleeping face. JD nodded, his small giggles audible as he zoomed in on Drew on the couch. Y/n waved to the camera before holding up the box of crackers in her hand.

“My name is y/n y/ln and today JD and I are going to find out how many crackers we can put on Drew’s face before he wakes up.” Y/n whispered, digging in the box and placing a cracker on Drew’s forehead. 

“One.” Y/n said. JD stifled his laughter as he handed the phone back to y/n, grabbing a cracker from the bag. With a dramatic flourish, JD gently placed a cracker on Drew’s ear, the man not even moving the slightest. 

“Two.” JD said. The two of them continued, passing the phone back and forth as they placed more and more crackers on Drew’s sleeping face.

“Four–” y/n giggled as she placed another cracker, “–teen.”

Drew let out a groan, his eyes blinking open slowly. He lifted his hand to his face, wiping one of the crackers away from his eyes as y/n and JD collapsed into laughter.

“What the fuck?” Drew grumbled as he lifted one of the crackers, examining it groggily before his lips curled into a confused smile.

“Fourteen,” y/n said to the camera. “Fourteen is the number of crackers we can put on Drew Starkey’s face before he wakes up!”

when they weren’t paying attention in an interview…

Drew and y/n sat next to each other, both of them staring at each other as Chase and Madelyn answered a question from the interviewer. The camera picked up Drew mouthing something to y/n, causing her arm to shoot out and grab him. Her movement a bit too quick, her already unstable chair wobbled, sending y/n tumbling to the floor with a squeal.

“Oh [bleep]!” Y/n swore, laughing as she climbed back into her chair. The entire cast turned around, their faces confused.

“What is going on back there?” Madison laughed, y/n smoothing her dress down as she settled into her seat.

“I have no idea. I am not involved.” Drew said, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“You are such a liar!” Y/n groaned, elbowing Drew lightly as he bit his lip, attempting to hold back laughter.

when y/n saw drew’s new hair…

“Ok, are you ready?” Drew asked, sneaking up behind y/n with his new platinum hair. Y/n stood with her back to Drew, nodding enthusiastically as Drew placed his hands on her hips. He had convinced her to film it under the guise that he was shaving it all off again, his hair getting quite long, but what he left out was that he was also bleaching it the color she had expressed her love for in the past.

“I already miss your long hair.” Y/n said with a faux pout as Drew ran his hands along her sides before spinning her around to face him.

“Oh my god!” Y/n gasped, her hands flying over her mouth. Drew smiled, tilting his head down so she could get a closer look at his short, icy hair.

“What do you think?” Drew asked, raising his eyebrows as y/n continued to look at him silently.

“You look like young President Snow.” Y/n giggled, her hands running along his head lightly.

“What?” Drew laughed, furrowing his brows as y/n continued to admire his hair.

“It’s a good thing. I promise. He’s hot, just like you.” Y/n said, biting her lip before pressing a kiss to Drew’s still very much confused face.

when they went to the club…

Madison filmed as Drew, Chase, and Austin danced in sync, grins on their faces as they danced humorously. She panned the camera around to y/n, who stood staring at them, her brows furrowed and a drink in her hand.

“I don’t think y/n likes it.” Madison laughed, causing y/n to grimace at the camera before turning back to the boys’ dramatic and embarrassing dance moves.

“Oh no, oh no!” Madelyn laughed as Drew danced over towards y/n, his eyes locked on her as he took her hand. Handing her drink off to Madison, y/n followed him as he spun her around, the two of them laughing as they stumbled along the dance floor. With a flair, Drew dipped y/n down, causing the rest of the cast to let out gasps before erupting with laughter.

“Drew!” Y/n squealed as he brought her back up to her feet, dancing around her with a smirk on his lips.

“How about that?” Drew said into the camera before grabbing y/n by the waist, spinning her around to pull her into his chest.

when they made a tik tok…

Y/n and Drew sat on the couch opposite each other, y/n holding her phone as they started their video:

“I’m passing the phone to the person who is always on their damn phone but never answers my texts.” Y/n said. The video cut to Drew, a smile on his lips.

“I’m passing the phone to the person who always has a stomachache.” Drew laughed.

“I’m passing the phone to the person who once got so drunk he fell asleep on the kitchen counter and—” y/n giggled, Drew gasping behind the camera, “Chase had to carry him back to his room.”

“Ok, so we’re doing that.” Drew said once he got the phone. “I’m passing the phone to the person who once farted so loudly—”

“Drew Starkey, no!” Y/n said off camera.

“...who once farted so loudly while we were babysitting my niece she made her cry.” Drew finished, laughing loudly, leaning off the couch. A loud crash sounded before the video abruptly cut to y/n, tears in her eyes as she keeled over in laughter.

“I’m passing the phone to the person who just spilled an entire bottle of wine on our brand new couch.” Y/n laughed, panning to the large, red stain on their couch before panning up to Drew, who was picking up the overturned bottle with a groan.

“I am the person who spilled an entire bottle of wine on our brand new couch.” Drew said with a thumbs up.

when they couldn’t get through a scene…

Y/n and Drew stood opposite each other, clad in swimsuits despite the freezing cold air around them. They were shooting a scene where their characters, Caroline and Rafe, shared an intense moment, Caroline following Rafe as he drunkenly stumbled down the beach

Take 1

“You can just [bleep] whoever you—” y/n said in character, but stopped once Drew’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, sorry I forgot… not allowed to say that.” Y/n giggled.

Take 2

“You can just sleep with whoever you want and I’m just supposed to wait around for you?” Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Uh… yeah?” Drew furrowed his brows, turning to face her with a drunken smile on his face. Y/n tried her best to bite back a laugh but failed, her hand covering her mouth.

Take 3

“You can just sleep with whoever you want and I’m just supposed to wait around for you?” Y/n crossed her arms across her chest. Drew spun around, but misplaced his foot, causing him to stumble.

“[beep]!” Drew swore, catching himself just before he face planted into the sand.

Take 4

“You can just sleep with whoever you want and I’m just supposed to wait around for you?” Said with a huff.

“Uh… yeah.” Drew said, cocking his head to the side as he looked at y/n, a drunken smirk on his face. Y/n scowled, shaking her head.

“You’re an asshole, Rafe.” Y/n scoffed, biting her lip as she gazed at Drew with disgust. A shocked expression fell over Drew’s face, him taking a dramatic step backwards.

“An asshole?” Drew said incredulously, causing the two of them to break into giggles.

Take 5

“An ASS-hole?” Drew scoffed, y/n giggling.

Take 6

“An asshole?” Drew gasped, a smile wide on his face.

Take 7

“An asshole?” Drew scoffed, taking a step forward. Y/n took a step away from him, a look of disgust on her face.

“Yes, you’re an asshole. Don’t call me.” Y/n spat, turning on her heel and leaving Drew behind. He kicked at the sand in front of him, mumbling to himself lowly.

“Cut! We got it!” The director shouted, y/n turning back around and running full speed at Drew, tackling him into the sand.

when drew set off the smoke alarm…

Y/n wheezed behind the camera as she filmed Drew, a panicked expression on his face as the smoke detector blared in the background.

“Shit! Shit!” Drew laughed, reaching into the oven with a dish towel. He pulled the pizza (now burnt to a crisp) out before running through the apartment. Y/n followed him, stumbling with laughter as he flung the backdoor open before throwing the pizza onto the concrete.

“Oh my god!” Y/n squealed, dumping a glass of water onto the pizza. With a sizzle, the smoldering pizza melted into the patio.

“Holy shit.” Drew panted, leaning over to catch his breath as he looked down at the smoking pizza. Y/n continued laughing behind the camera, zooming in on Drew as he shook his head.

“You’re never cooking pizza again.” Y/n laughed, causing Drew to whip his head to the side and look directly into the camera, his mouth agape.