#i wonder if that whole “big mouth” thing will come back to bite her in the ass?

[sarahrsketches]

Plumber's Bouquet: Part 2

Looks like Luigi isn't the only one nervous for the date, let's hope it'll go smoothly for the both of them.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Multiverse Police (pt. 2)

"You said you're going to ask questions, then can we ask questions?" Superman really tries to be polite here because, first, he was raised by Kents and, second, Jazz and the whole interdimensional police thing looks non-hostile. At least now.

The redhead nods, "Sure, ask away, I'll answer everything I can." Then, she notices Batman reaching to touch the green shield and makes a soft, warning noise, "Ah, sorry, please don't touch it. I can show how it works later, but it's not meant to keep you out. It's to keep everything else in."

Batman reluctantly puts his head down and turns to her.

"Elaborate."

The sci-fi ship in the air makes a loud hissing sound, like compressed air being released, and the bottom part of it slides open. Jazz nods in the direction of the now open ship.

"You know what they say, it's better to see it once than to hear it ten times."

There are three humanoid figures standing in there. All of them are mostly monochrome, black and white clothes, starkling white hair. They look like one adult and two children, but it's one of the kids who raises his hands to his mouth and yells so loud everyone in three miles radius is able to hear him:

"Step away from the shield, please, shit's about to get real!"

None of the heroes move, but Jazz does take a few steps away. Wonder Woman, after a moment of hesitation, follows her example.

A mechanical voice comes from the ship itself, "Countdown to the breach. Five... Four..."

On 'three,' all three of the monochrome figures step out from the ship. But, before any of the heroes have time to worry, they all float in the air, undeterred by gravity, and the ship door closes behind them.

The countdown reaches 'one'. And in the next moment, it looks like the hell breaks loose.

Countless giant vines shoot out from the portal up, reaching for the ship. True to what the red hoverboarder said, they are very much toothy, every vine splitting in two and attempting to bite the ship like some twisted idea of scissors.

None of them reach it.

The oldest of three kids claps his hands, and a wall of raging fire descends on the vines, throwing them off. In the next moment, the trio falls apart, flying through the lovecraftian mess of carnivorous plants with practiced ease, the younger ones using what looks like icicles and little storms.

"Who are they?" Batman asks Jazz, following the youngest one's - the only girl among the three - movements as she creates a strong gust of wind with a wave of her hand. None of the vines or attacks get past the shield, though.

"My siblings," the girl answers, pointing her hand at the oldest one, "That's Dan. He's the most violent. One time, he destroyed our original world, but that timeline doesn't exist anymore." She then points to the girl, "That's Dani, the youngest. She rarely joins the crew lately. And she is actually a clone, but at this point, most of us have been cloned once or twice, so it's not a big deal anymore." She then points her finger to the last one, a boy that flies past them quicker than a lightning, freezing everything he touches, "And this is Danny. He is the most powerful one. Technically, he could have just ended the fight with one Wail, but kids like to have fun. Also, they don't get to show off their elemental powers a lot, so they are mostly being dramatic for you."

She says all this so easily, just like a matter of fact, and it is at this moment that the members of JL realize the sheer power of whoever these people are. When she casually told them she bested Superman, it could have been written as a coincidence, a joke. But this?

Dan growls as one of the vines scratches his shoulder. He bleeds green, but it's only for a second before both the wound and the suit knit themselves back together. This is not just a simple accelerated healing, it almost looks like a miracle.

"Oi, brats, I'm done with show off, get out of the way!" He yells at the other two, and Danny and Dani quickly follow the order, flying closer to him and behind his back.

"Cover your ears," Jazz tells the heroes around her, and puts her helmet back on, as Dan takes a deep breath and screams.

It hurts even those who follow Jazz's advice. Batman feels like his eardrums are about to be shattered for the lack of better word. But the vines like the sonic attack even less - most of them subdue and pull back inside the portal, and the rest is dissipating like they are being burned from the inside out.

And then, just like it began, the scream - the wail - stops. The silence feels deafening after the end of it, but slowly, the sounds return, and the JL watches Danny flying down to the center of the portal. He puts his hands on the surface of it, and for a long moment, nothing happens.

And then the Pit starts closing up.

Or, no, it is Danny who absorbs it, the green flowing up through his hands, his veins that start glowing the same green. His eyes become the same toxic color, with no whites and no irises, just glowing green all over, and his hair shimmers like stars.

A few minutes later, the portal is gone, like it never even existed, and Danny plants his feet on the ground and stretches, like one would do after a good rest.

"Oof, that was nice!" He turns to the other two, who are still up in the air, "Do you want some?"

Dan flips him off before going back to the ship, but Dani floats down to him and extends her hands out.

"Sure. I like getting it from you better than from the portal itself anyway. Gives it a sparkling taste, like Sprite," she chuckles. Danny takes her hands in his, and the green glow slowly makes its way through their joined palms, now flowing through the girl’s body.

"What are they?" Flash whispers, horrified, but Jazz hears it nonetheless and turns her head to him, taking her helmet off once again.

"That is not a very appropriate question," she chastises and smiles at their faces, "But it's okay, I get it. They are ghosts. Or ectoplasmic entities, or halfas, or highly liminal beings. Or, if you want a very simplified version, they are dead kids who are enjoying their afterlife a little too much."

"Dead?" Batman zeros on the word, snapping his eyes at the girl. She smiles, and for the first time, it doesn't look human. Her teeth are too sharp, her grin too wide, and her eyes are suddenly not just teal, but neon bright and glowing, with vertical irises.

"Most of us are dead in one way or another. And I do not mean it in a metaphorical sense."

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What I'm thinking is they have a whole system going on. Amity Park generally resides in the Realms, but from time to time, they decide they want to go on a vacation, as a whole town, and they pop into existence on one of the Earths. They don't really care for the universe or dimension they end up in, as long as it is more or less peaceful (as in, no active wars going on right where they pop up), has sunlight and nice weather.

The GIW is taking care of legal things - imagine US government reaction when a whole ass town just boom, starts existing in a place where nothing existed before? So GIW does all the paperwork and discussions. Also, they are doing their basic research on the dimension they end up in, for science purposes.

I'm thinking Vlad is still a mayor of Amity. And sometimes, when a particular dimension is rather annoying, he straight up possesses the authorities because he hates official talks and couldn't care less for morals if he tried for a week. The GIW scolds him, but don't really say no. It's not a good solution to the problem, but hey, it works.

Meanwhile, Fentons are doing ectoplasmic research. They scan the dimension for troubles, basically, looking for natural portals and ghosts causing ruckus. Jazz is almost always the one who does the talking to the heroes native to the dimension - she is the one who has the most patience and social skills. Jack is in charge of transportation and Maddie is the head of biological, ecto-biological and other species research. Tucker is the tech specialist, of course - he is the sole reason why Amity has wi-fi wherever they go. Val and her father are, kind of, protectors? Security? But for the whole town, yeah. They do have GIW agents as subordinates.

Dani is not always living in Amity, she travels the Realms most of the time, but she joins when something interesting happens. Dan is, like, on an eternal probation period, GIW and Fentons keep an eye on him, but he is one of the heavy hitters for when shit goes down.

Danny is living his best life, he is mainly the protector spirit of Amity, but he also gets to protect all the dimensions from ghosts! He helps anyone and everyone - one day he is working with Val on defenses for their main ship they use to travel inside dimensions, and the next day he is joining Maddie in her studies of new species found.

Oh, I forgot Sam. She is probably the one responsible for the magic stuff - mostly everyone else focuses on scientific aspects, but she is the one to research on occult things.

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[d3stinyist1red]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

yan gym rat who first knows you bc you helped him with lifting, back when he was a lanky dude who had only football as motivation

yan gym rat who is now buff asf and is the football quarter back, now using u as motivation

yan gym rat who goes to your school and tries so hard to start convo with you, even tho hes popular, hes too nervous to even ask u for a pencil

yan gym rat who has the BIGGEST FATTEST crush on u, fangirling over you whenever he sees you at the gym, pratically foaming at the mouth

yan gym rat who finally gains the courage to talk to you and become your wife friend,

"H-Hi!" He says as he walks up to you, you stopped midway from doing a pull-up, looking at him curiously. "I-I..er..I saw you at sc-school and at the g-gym often, and wondered...If you wanted to be friends?" He said as he looked at you shyly.

You got down, and smiled at his shy figure. "Yeah sure! Wait whats your name?"

yan gym rat who became your friend after that, visiting the gym every time you did so he could see you.

yan gym rat who is a nervous wreck whenever you talk to him, his palms get sweaty. When you talks to him, his brain turns to mush. He wants to say something smooth or cool to impress you, but instead, he just nods a lot, stutters and mumbles things like, “Ye-yeah, totally” or “For sure.” Inside, he’s panicking because he thinks he sounds so awkward.

yan gym rat who wants to text you 24/7, to js tell you about his day and shit ,but he drafts the message like 10 times, deleting it each time because he��s worried about coming off too eager or clingy.

yan gym rat who literally cries whenever you text even a lil dry to his messages, thinking you don't wanna talk to him and that he should throw himself off a cliff for bothering you

yan gym rat who bites his nails and picks at his skin whever you talk about someone else to him, scowling the whole time,

yan gym rat who wants you manhandle him and use your strength against him, wanting your soft hands around his throat as his tongue lolls out his mouth

yan gym rat who whenever someone tells him

"oh yeah, and I talked to y/n today, she was pretty chil-"

"did she talk about me?! Did she look at the ceiling? What was she wearing? Did her eyes direct to the ground?" He needs to know every detail.

yan gym rat who compliments you so so much that it makes ur ego bigger day by day

"Ur a-arms are so big, so strong.."He says as his hands trail down your arms, hearts in his eyes as he stares deeply at your body. His hands then went to your abs, drooling as he rubs them

yan gym rat who sometimes, his jealousy comes out in a passive-aggressive way. If your too focused on talking about someone else during your guys workout, he’ll lift heavier weights or push himself harder, just to show off.

"Yeah? Does that asshole also lift as much as me? Has that asshole tried kissing your abs before like I have? Has that dickhead made a whole fanpage about you like I have?!" He says as he glares at you as you tilt your head.

"Im talking about the lunch lady??"

yan gym rat who is ur gym buddy who luvs u so so much<33

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N is a ray of sunshine, and Matt is her dose of grumpness.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by @httpsm4tti

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Get out."

Y/N smiled as she heard Matt's short and authoritative voice echo through the walls of their shared room.

"Hi baby, are you okay?"

Matt lifted his head instantly, pulling his attention away from the computer screen in front of him and toward the door, where his girlfriend was standing.

A tray was resting securely in her open palms as a teasing gaze looked back at him.

A sigh escaped his lips, and Y/N knew it wasn't because he was stressed about seeing her but rather completely relieved. His tense posture gradually eased, and his frown dissolved, giving way to a calming stance.

"What are you doing here, petal?" Matt's tone came out soft, his hands leaving the keyboard and resting on his gray sweatpants covered thighs.

"You've been locked in here for hours. I haven't seen you get out to eat or drink anything until now..." Y/N began, starting her quick steps towards the brunette. "And since I know you're on a task to answer every email sent to the channel, I decided to bring you some snacks and drinks." A big smile spread across her face, her hands working on resting the tray on the empty space of his desk.

Matt glanced briefly at the contents on the wooden surface, fighting back a smile as he noticed all of his favorite snacks, plus a handmade sandwich and a can of rootbeer.

"You didn't need to do all this, sweetheart." The boy brought his blue orbs back to his girlfriend, his right hand coming up and resting on her hip lightly, gently stroking the covered skin.

"Anything for you, my love."

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The sound of the door to his shared room with Y/N opening ​​echoed through Matt's ears. The boy was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for himself and his girlfriend, the sun's rays streaming through the living room's large windows serving as his only source of lighting.

Y/N's muffled and quick footsteps sounded through the small hallway that led to where he was.

The boy didn't need to turn around to know that she was now standing behind him, probably just the large wooden table separating them.

"Good morning, baby!" Y/N's voice was like music to his ears, and Matt found himself wondering how she could be so happy at this time of the day, a small "morning" escaping his lips in response. "You won't believe the dream I had."

A smile almost imperceptibly appeared on the right corner of Matt's lips, the kind of smile that only Y/N was capable of eliciting from him.

The boy turned around with Y/N's favorite mug in one hand and a small plate with flowers drawn on it in the other, both containing coffee with a dash of milk and waffles with honey, just the way his girl liked.

The brunette placed them both on the surface in front of the seat that Y/N had already designated as hers, picking up his own plate and mug before sitting down in front of her.

"Nick and I were at this different theater, and we were going to watch a horror movie, which already started out weird because we know how much he hates horror movies..." Y/N started quickly, pausing momentarily to take a bite of her waffle, a hint of honey smearing the corner of her mouth. "But the weirdest thing was that the movie wasn't horror. It only had two main characters, and they rode horses the whole time. And then, out of nowhere, they adopted a mute dog and a blind cat, which were the cutest little things I've ever seen..."

The girl kept going, her voice changing intonation with each word while her expressions moved quickly, her free hand gesturing while her other hand held her waffle tightly, taking bites from time to time.

Matt remained silent, a serious - but relaxed - expression took over his face, while his mouth slowly chewed the pieces of his own toast, nodding his head every now and then, showing to her that he was paying attention, just like everyday.

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To outsiders, the scene unfolding there seemed to be amusing.

Y/N, with a big smile on her face and yellow flowing dress surrounding her, was quickly pulling a serious-looking Matt with completely black clothes, which covered almost his entire body.

"Come on, baby! There's an ice cream cart right there." The girl repeated the information that had already been given previously, pointing enthusiastically with the index finger of her free hand at the small pastel-colored cart on the other side of the street.

"I can see that." Matt muttered, feigning annoyance, but everyone who knew them knew how much he was loving it.

"Can I get a strawberry one? Please! Oh, and which flavor will you want? I know you love the chocolate one, but it's so nice to change things up sometimes." Y/N rambled, finally approaching the cart, smiling big at the salesperson in greeting. "So?"

"You can order anything you want for me." Matt surrendered, catching the intense gleam in his girl's eyes with his response before averting his own, fishing his wallet out of his pocket, ready to just make the payment and seat on a random wooden bench, looking forward to hearing her ramble about her week.

"Good afternoon! Can I have a strawberry one and a cream one, please?"

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"Baby, can you get me a Diet Coke? Please." Y/N briefly interrupted her conversation with Tara, looking at her boyfriend.

Matt was sitting next to Y/N on one of the couches at Tara's big 1 million party, his arms were crossed and his expression was serious - almost angry -, his eyes carried a steady gaze that circled around the people in the room, ignoring the screams and loud music, only his girl's voice echoing in his ears.

The brunette looked at her momentarily, nodding and leaning down slightly, sealing his lips on the side of her head gently before standing up, walking with firm steps towards the nearest bar.

It didn't take long, and soon the boy was returning to his previous spot, his hands balancing a can of Diet Coke and a can of Rootbeer.

His blue eyes almost instantly found the figure of his girlfriend, who was still talking to Tara, but now Nick was with them as well.

A small smile appeared on his lips as he watched her speak with so much passion, gesturing too much and changing her expressions too quickly.

But his own smile quickly fell when he saw a strange guy sitting in his previous seat, wrapping his arm over the back of the couch right behind Y/N's head and bringing his body closer to his girlfriend's, too close for his liking.

It was obvious that the guy knew Tara, as he immediately started talking to her, but his body language showed his interest in Y/N.

"Move. Now." Matt's serious and rude voice suddenly sounded as soon as he approached them, startling the small group. His eyes were fixed on the unknown boy, glaring at him.

His action brought small reactions from the others; Nick rolled his eyes, already used to his brother and his way of acting with everyone - except his girl. Tara raised her right eyebrow, her eyes traveling from the boy to Matt and back again.

But Y/N just smiled sincerely, ignoring the rudeness of his tone. Her eyes instantly lit up upon meeting her boyfriend and even more so upon seeing him holding her order.

"I won't repeat myself." Matt demanded, keeping his gaze steady on the guy, who quickly understood the message and got up from the couch, raising his hands in surrender before leaving.

Matt sat back down in the now empty space, handing his girl the Diet Coke before placing his arm right where the other boy's was, his fingertips caressing the exposed skin of her right shoulder.

He took advantage of Tara and Nick starting a new topic and brought his head closer to Y/N's, pressing his lips against her ear.

"You're mine, babe. Only mine."

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"Are you ready, honey?" Y/N asked as she finished fastening her necklace around her neck, her eyes fixed on the mirror next to their closet in the room she shared with Matt.

"I just... I don't know which sneakers to wear." Matt's voice sounded tired, his brow furrowed as his eyes traveled over the extensive row of sneakers he owned.

The girl turned around, approaching him while throwing her hair over her shoulders, running her hands over the light pink dress that hugged her body just right.

The two were getting ready to go to the Snapchat event that would take place in a few hours, and as usual Matt always asked his girlfriend for some tips on one of the pieces he would wear for the day.

"Wear the white and blue Jordans. I like how they look on you." Y/N opined, pointing to the indicated pair, caressing his right bicep before turning around, crossing the already open bedroom door to check if Nick and Chris were ready.

The duo was lying on the sofa, both ready and using their respective phones, just waiting for the couple.

"Finally! If I knew how to drive, I would have left you two behind." Chris grumbled, adjusting his posture on the upholstery and putting his cell in his pants pocket.

"You still didn't learn to drive properly because you're lazy and too comfortable with me just driving your ass around." Matt's voice echoed behind Y/N, his figure leaving their room and closing the door behind him, his expression straight and his eyes carrying a serious gaze.

"Oh my God, you look handsome, baby! I knew Jordan would work out just fine." Y/N ignored the small fight between them, her eyes traveling over Matt's body, admiring his clothes despite them being simple and black - as always.

Matt rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance, but the traces of an almost non-existent smile appearing on the right corner of his lips while his cheeks took on a red hue said otherwise.

"Oh, how handsome you are, Matt." Nick joked, imitating Y/N's voice and fawning his right hand over his face, blinking his eyes repeatedly, earning a loud laugh from Chris and an amused smile from Y/N.

"Shut the fuck up. Get moving. Now!" Matt barked back, glaring at his brothers before finally approaching his girl.

He placed his left hand on the small of her back, gently guiding her to the stairs that led them to the garage, ready to go.

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[bellarkeselection]

Hiii!! I saw that you wrote for Georgie Cooper from you Sheldon and I was wondering if you would write for him again 😊 Can I get Georgie with a latina gf that loves to cook, whenever she goes over to his house she's always bringing food from her culture (I'm Mexican so Mexican food ofc) .

Culture Cooking

I am not Latina so I hope I wrote this correctly 🤗 and a very short request in my opinion but I hope you still enjoy

Coming out of Missy’s room that used to be Georgie’s old bedroom, I had decided to get up early and make the family breakfast. I had stayed the night after my date with her older brother, and we didn’t get back till really late, so she said I could sleep over in her room. Walking down the small hallway and into the kitchen, I got lost in thought, thinking of the ingredients that I needed. I have been bringing over some spices and stuff when I would come over here. I loved cooking for Georgie, and he always seemed to enjoy my family's food. “Hey…uh what are you doing up this early?”

Whipping my head around away from the stove I saw Georgie stumbling his way into the kitchen. “Oh hey. I thought I’d make the family my kind of breakfast.”

“Sweet.” He smiled sitting down at the table watching me go back to cooking. My family had moved to Texas after my father got a new job here being the assistant principal.

One day after I was leaving from English class I had been walking down the hallway and accidentally bumped into Georgie. All of our notebooks went flying and that’s how we met basically. Turning the oven off I put the whole meal together on a plate and slid it across the table to him. “I present to you one of my families favorite things to eat for breakfast.”

“Woah this smells really good.” Georgie gave me praise picking up his fork and dove right in. He took a big bite making the same noise he does whenever his Meemaw makes brisket for dinner that he loves.

Georgie stared at me with a mouth full of food. “So what’s in this?”

“Let’s see it’s a fried tortilla topped with salsa. And there’s eggs, pulled chicken, cream cheese and bean included inside it too.” I chuckled sitting down and taking some bites out of the one I had made for myself with him.

Georgie took a few minutes to finish his food wiping some sauce that was left on his plate. I bite my lip trying not to laugh at seeing some cream in his hair where I moved one hand up wiping it away. “Awe dang it! I guess you are a really good cook if I get it in my hair.” He chuckled back at me.

“Yeah suppose so.” I responded moving our plates off the table hearing someone else entering the kitchen seeing it was Missy.

She squealed hugging me by the waist. “Hi Y/n. What did you make for breakfast?”

“She made a fried tortilla.” Her older brother said forking some more from the pan onto his plate.

Missy gave me a confused look. “A fried tortilla?”

“Yes but it’s actually called Chilaquiles.” I told her before she sat down and I made her a plate of her own.

Georgie finished his second plate putting his plate up in the sink then came over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist bringing me closer to his chest with that same cheeky grin. “Even if I can’t pronounce your food half the time. You’re still a really good cook. Everybody in the family enjoys it. So thank you for this and all the other meals.”

“You’re welcome, Georgie. I always love cooking for y’all.” Draping my arms over his shoulders I grinned up at him kissing him slowly where he tightened his hands around me deepening the kiss.

He moved one hand into my hair and the other on my waist. We we’re getting caught up in the kiss that we almost wound have gone further if it wasn’t for his sister being in the kitchen with us. “Eww. If I knew you two were going to kiss after you ate I would have eaten my breakfast in front of the tv.” Missy made a look of discomfort.

“Awe I’m sorry Missy. I can’t help if he’s a good kisser and likes my food at the same time.” I shrugged my shoulders with him draping an arm over my shoulder so I laid my head on his shoulder since he was slightly taller than I was.

Georgie looped our hands together sending me a smirk. “Best of both words, my darling. You’re pretty awesome Y/n.”

“Stop being cute or I’m gonna barf my food.” She whined at us with her tounge sticking out.

I gasped remembering that their parents were already at work for the day so that left Sheldon in our care. Snapping my fingers at Missy I questioned his twin sister worried he needed to eat. “Missy, go tell your brother that I made breakfast.”

“Sheldon, Y/n made breakfast!” She spun around in her seat hollering towards their bedroom causing me and her older brother to start cracking up in laughter. Squeezing Georgie’s hand in mine I always enjoyed anytime I got to cook for this family.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[authorhjk1]

Surviving NNN

Chapter Eight: Finale

You are trapped between Minju's thighs. Her smooth skin presses against your cheeks as you eat her out.

The young woman moans and begs, not caring about anyone else who might come in. The walls of the small bathroom stall do hide who the two of you are, but not what you are doing.

Minju tugs at your hair, trying to ride your face. You kneel in front of her as she leans against the wall.

"Make me cum again, oppa!"

When the two of you checked Karina's flight, it said she would be at the luggage area in a couple of minutes. How long have you already feasted on Minju's pussy?

Whatever. As if anything else matters. You dig your fingers into her soft thighs as you suck on her clit.

When you started to finger her, you put a hand over her mouth, trying to quiet her.

But you eventually gave up. Minju's moans are too pretty, and too loud.

"Oppa! You're gonna make me squirt!"

Her legs shake as she reaches for the wall behind her with her free hand. Losing control of her own body, Minju tries to keep standing.

You let your hands wander from her thick thighs towards her ass. Squeezing Minju's full cheeks, you feel her melt into your hands. She has been trying to keep it in for a whole month. Now, she is releasing all of this build up frustration.

"Oppa!"

For a second time in a matter of minutes, the young angel cums on your face. Her juices leave her body freely. Your whole face gets hit, while the rest stains the bathroom floor. Her sweet nectar makes you want to bring her to another orgasm.

You hear her loud and hurried breathing as she tries to recover. Still not having enough, you lap up her juices with your tongue. Everytime you give her pussy a good swipe, Minju gasps. Her pussy and clit becoming more sensitive with every orgasm you give her.

"Oh my god, oppa. You are so much better than I thought."

She sighs as you kiss her thighs, cleaning her of her own cum.

"Do you... Do you think you can put it in?"

Her plea makes you even harder than you already are. The thought of pounding a pleasure deprived Minju in a bathroom stall almost makes you cum already. You wonder how tight her pussy would be.

"No, Minju."

You speak against her thighs, unable to move your mouth away from that porcelain like skin.

"Oppa..."

You feel her shiver under your touch, your hands still slowly kneading her cheeks.

"But I can see how hard you are."

Minju's hand roams your hair, trying to persuade you.

"I promise, if you fuck me, I will move in with you and Karina. I will always wear that red thong you liked so much."

A light bite of yours shuts her up.

You knew she must've been awake. And since you stood over her for a couple of moments that night, almost at the edge of breaking, she must've figured this out.

"It's not even yours though."

Minju let's out a gasp, you mouth working it's way back towards her snatch.

"Wonyoung said, you begged her for it."

"N-No I haven't."

She tries to defend her pride.

"I just made her an offer."

You have reached her pussy again. You place a kiss on her lips, making Minju squirm.

"An offer to eat your former maknae's pussy."

Minju gasps again as you flick your tongue against her clit.

"How- How do you know that?"

"Not important."

Instead of continuing your work on Minju's pussy, you stand up.

You are now taller than her, her big, lustful eyes looking up at you.

"You were a bad girl. And bad girls don't deserve my cock."

Minju pouts, realizing her last plan to get you to break is slowly falling apart.

"But bad girls always get what they want."

You shake your head, reaching for the doorhandle.

"The only thing bad girls deserve is punishment."

"Please, oppa."

Minju clings onto your arm.

"I would do anything."

She guides your free hand back towards the space between her thighs.

"I could convince Wonyoung to wear that red thong for you, please?"

You chuckle. The idea of Minju trying to convince Wonyoung to have sex with you, just to be able to fuck you herself, sounds ridiculous.

"And what are you gonna wear then, huh?"

You raise an eye brow, teasing her.

"I can wear whatever you want, oppa."

Your hand is now trapped between her thighs once again. Minju rubs herself against it, trying to convince you to give up on your bet.

"A costume, lingerie, an outfit you really like, nothing.... You name it."

"Let's go, get Karina."

You get out of the stall, before you can change your mind. Minju almost had you. Her nickname is angel. For a second, you wondered how she would lool like in a costume. Minju as a white angel, with wings and halo on, getting fucked into the bed beneath her.

You shake your head, hoping that nobody notices you coming out of the ladies' bathroom.

Once you get back to the luggage area, it only takes a minute or two, before the door opens and the passengers from the flight from New York start to leave the gate. Minju has caught up with you by now, pouting in silence next to you.

That was her last chance. Her last chance of having you to herself for the next month. That was their bet. Whoever could make you cum first, is allowed to do with you for a month whatever they want. Minju planned on getting creampied more often than she could count. Her pussy eventually overflowing with your cum.

But as the young angel sees your girlfriend walk towards the two of you, she finally has to admit defeat.

"Oppa!"

As soon as she sees you, Karina runs towards you. You open your arms, waiting for her to reach you.

Your girlfriend crashes into you, before you wrap your arms around her.

"I missed you."

Karina's eyes look up at you. The darkness in them shows that she missed you in more ways than one.

"I missed you, too."

You lean down to kiss her forehead.

"Hi, Minju."

Karina reaches out to take Minju's arm, still in your embrace.

"Glad to see you back, unnie."

She seems a little disappointed.

"Where are the other two?"

"They have a schedule."

Karina turns her attention back to you.

"Oppa. Let's drive home now. I'm too tired to eat at a restaurant."

You nod in understanding.

"Chicken?"

Karina smiles from ear to ear at you suggestion.

"Hell, yeah!"

She gives you a peck on the lips, before finally reaching for her luggage. As she does so, you quickly check the time on your watch. 10:30 pm. One and a half hours to go.

Chaewon and Yena arrive at your apartment, before the food does. You already helped Karina unpack her luggage, while Minju set the table.

"Are you actually still holding up?"

Karina whispers at you, while the two you stand in your room.

"Of course. You promised me a great present."

She smiles again, giving you another peck.

"What is it by the way?"

Karina shrugs her shoulder.

"I guess you're gonna have to find out."

Your eyes widen, when she keeps talking.

"Minju tastes delicious by the way, right?"

"W-What?"

You feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Oh, come on. I tasted her when I kissed you at the airport."

"How do you know it's her?"

Karina rolls her eyes as you swipe your hand across your lips.

"I knew you ate out someone. Minju was just the closest possibility."

"I didn't fuck her though. And I didn't cum."

You are a little nervous. Is this already considered cheating? But Minju said that Karina was fine with it.

"Wow. I didn't expect you to be this mean. You ate her out, but you didn't fuck her?"

Karina shakes her head, pretending to be hugely disappointed.

"Well... I didn't want to lose."

"Good point. But I think it's time to make it up to her. Don't you think?"

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm supposed to sleep with her?"

"Yeah. That's your gift. You can sleep with the four of us tonight."

"With all of you?"

Has Karina gone insane? Why would she say this?

"Yes."

"At the same time?"

"Yes."

"And you don't have a problem with me, fucking other women?"

Karina shakes her head.

"As long as I get the first load, I don't care whom you fuck tonight."

You check the time again. 11:20. Forty minutes to go. How are you supposed to hold back until then? Now knowing what the prize is?

You take a deep breath, before walking out of the room.

"Oh my god, she actually send it to you?"

You hear the three girls laughing in the living room.

You and Karina walk up behind them while they all sit on the couch.

Because Yena, Minju and Chaewon keep giggling, they don't hear the two of you.

"Yeah, she asked me if I could convince him."

The two of you are finally able to look at the screen of Minju's phone.

At first, you don't know what you are seeing. But you quickly recognize the motion of the young woman's fingers. You don't know who it is, but you see her fingering herself. Her pussy looks a little smaller than Karina's and a little more pink as well. Her moans are rather cute than sexy.

"Oh fuck, unnie. Why did you tell me?"

Her voice sounds familiar. You swear you heard her talk today.

The girl in the video switches the view of the phone camera to the front. You can now see that she is sitting in front of a TV. The person on the screen is you. It's a picture of you without a shirt on, while you dance in the rain.

"Unnie, I want to fuck him too."

Her needy sigh is barely audible over the three girls' giggles. But you do recognize her now. Wonyoung. Why is she getting herself off, while looking at a picture of you?

The camera changes again. Now, it's pointed at her face. Wonyoung has never looked this beautiful. Her brown hair is hiding the left side of her face, but you can still see how her mouth is hanging open. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, her tongue sticking out.

Why did Wonyoung send Minju this kind of video? Because she hoped it would make Minju ask you to fuck her?

You feel yourself getting hard at the idea. You never expected Wonyoung to feel about you this way.

Unable to tear your eyes off Minju's phone, you watch Wonyoung's face as she cums on her fingers. Her eyes and mouth are shut tight as if she is trying to be quiet. Her eyebrows are furrowed.

The video ends when it looks like Wonyoung lets her phone fall out of her hand.

"You little sluts."

The three girls jump as they hear Karina's voice. She reaches for Minju, who is sitting in the middle, and pulls at her hair.

Minju squeals as her head is pulled back.

"You were supposed to make oppa fail. Not tell your friends about it."

"Unnie."

Minju's face is twisted in pain, Karina's hand still deep inside her hair.

Your girlfriend finally let's go of it, before looking at all three of them individually.

"Which one of you couldn't help herself? Who came already?"

Her scolding tone makes the three girls shrink into the cushions.

They are all reluctant to admit their failures.

"Minju, I know you came."

The young angel pouts, disappointed that she got caught.

"But I worked the hardest."

"No you didn't."

Yena shoots back.

"I didn't cum."

"Good girl."

Karina pats her head.

"Chaewon?"

You see her eyes dart between the two of you.

"M-Me neither."

You know she is lying. Chaewon is a bad liar. And it seems like Karina can't be fooled as well.

"You are lying, Kim Chaewon."

Instead of arguing, the young woman nods hesitantly.

"Yena gets her reward first."

The pink haired girl's eyes light up.

"What reward?"

Karina turns to face you after your question.

"She is the first to ride your face."

"What?"

Before you can react, Yena is already standing next to you. Her dolphin shorts and her small crop top are a tight fit. Her nipples still poking through the yellow material.

"Eat me, oppa."

You shrug your shoulders. There is barely half an hour left. You survived eating out Minju. How hard can it be to resist Yena?

She squeals in delight as you pick her up. Placing her on the edge of the dinner table, you motion for her to get rid of her shorts. While Yena does so, Karina keeps talking.

"The two of you get punished. You are only allowed to touch yourselves, after oppa made me and Yena cum."

Chaewon and Minju are visibly against it, but they don't have a choice.

You watch Yena taking her shorts off. As expected, she isn't wearing any underwear.

Her neatly trimmed pussy invites you to have a taste. You kneel in front of her, placing your head between her legs.

Yena moans as she feels your lips on her thighs. She has been holding out for the whole month. Every touch of yours makes her shiver.

You slowly make your way up towards her core. Yena's breath hitches as you finally place a kiss on her lower lips.

Glancing to your right, you see Karina leaning against the back of the couch, arms folded in front of her chest, while she watches you. You see her biting her lips, her legs slightly rubbing against each other. She is probably regretting wearing a jeans by now. A skirt would've given her easier access.

Minju and Chaewon both placed their chins on the backrest, while they watch you, eating out their former band mate.

Yena's cute moans quickly mix with the sounds of you, eating her pussy. You attack her as if you were starving for days. Her cunt becomes a delicious meal as you lick every inch of it.

Yena's hands hold onto the edge of the table, while yours are placed on her thigh, forcing them to stay open.

The young woman crumbles more and more under your touch. She hasn't cum for a whole month as well. She is equally sensitive.

When you take her clit into your mouth, you know it's only a matter of seconds.

"Oppa!"

A heavy sigh escapes her lips, before she quivers on top of your dinner table. Her wet pussy is glistening with her juices as you start to lick her clean.

Yena's body keeps moving on its own, until you lapped up everything.

"Come here."

You look at Karina, her eyes burning with lust. When she is really horny, she can become dominant, telling you to fuck her. But as soon as you actually touch her, she becomes butter in your hand.

After getting up, you walk over to her. You spin your girlfriend around, bending her over the backrest.

You see Minju biting her lip, while Chaewon had placed her hand over her skirt. It's a white one. Her matching crop top shows off her naked tummy.

After unbuttoning Karina's jeans, you pull down the zipper. Her lower half is revealed inch by inch as you peel the tight blue fabric off her.

Instead of eating her out, you pull her black panties to the side, before letting a finger enter her pussy.

Karina moans at your touch. She has waited so long for this. A second finger joins the first just a second later.

Karina is already wet enough for you to start to finger her immediately. She couldn't stop imagining you with Minju, after she tasted the younger girl on your lips.

You lean over her, kissing her neck.

"How often did you cum after you left?"

"I didn't."

Karina gasps as she feels your fingers move inside of her.

"Don't lie to me, baby."

You kiss her again.

"I'm being hon-fuck!"

You reached her G-spot, now rubbing it, making Karina stop mid sentence.

"Just tell me."

You keep fingering her, while your knee parts her legs.

Karina's hair is covering her face, so you are unable to see her expressions. But her moans tell you enough about how good she feels.

"Three. Three times."

The other girls watch as your fingers in Karina's pussy push her against the backrest.

"Minju. Strip."

The young angel jumps off the couch at your words. A big grin on her face.

In a blink, her top is gone. Her shorts hit the ground, revealing that she lost her underwear at the airport. You wonder if some lucky fan will find it in the restroom.

"Make Karina eat your pussy. She said she loves your taste."

"Yes, oppa. Thank you, unnie."

Minju blushes at Karina's comment.

She places one foot on the couch, showing off her pink pussy lips. Reaching down for Karina's hair, Minju pulls her head up.

Your girlfriend's face is forced against Minju's cunt.

By the way Minju's head rolls back, you can tell that Karina immediately starts with her new task. Every moan she releases into Minju's pussy, makes the younger girl moan in response.

Your hands keep working inside Karina's snatch, slightly curled up to reach her G-spot. Yena must have snuck up to you, because she is now wrapping her arms around your lower torso.

"Oppa."

Her cute voice makes you turn your head, her face buried in your back.

"Can I suck you off, oppa? You taste so good."

You shake your head. It's not past midnight yet.

"Please?"

"Chaewon. Shut her up and sit on her face."

The girl on the couch beams with excitement. She had to suffer the last couple of minutes, having to watch you eat Yena out. She wasn't allowed to touch herself and she couldn't look away either.

Her black Le Sserafim panties are soaked with her juices already as she gets off the couch.

Yena holds onto you for a moment, while Chaewon tries to get her off you. But a second later, Yena resigns to her fate.

You don't see what's going on behind you, but eventually, Chaewon starts moaning. Whatever Yena is doing, she is doing the right thing. And she isn't begging anymore.

You suddenly remember what she just said. How does she know, how you taste?

Karina kicks your shinbone by accident as more pleasure takes over her body. She keeps moaning and mumbling into Minju's pussy. Both of the younger girl's hands are holding onto her hair.

With your free hand, you reach around Karina's body, ready to give her the final push. Your hand dives underneath her plain, white shirt, making it's way towards her chest. Her smooth skin feels amazing underneath your fingertips, until you reach her bra.

For easier access in times like these, especially in public, Karina has started to wear bras that can be opened in the front. They are easier to close afterwards as well.

You unhook her bra with one finger, feeling her tits leaving their lace prison. Playing with her mounds underneath her shirt makes Karina wetter than before. As much as you like her tits, she likes it when you give attention to them. She can turn into a submissive slut for your cock, just because you have played with her chest for a couple of moments.

Just like now. Her pussy closes around your fingers. Minju has to pull her further into her core as she tries to get away from her. You pinch one of her nipples, making Karina cum.

Her legs buckle as she moans louder than before. Minju feels the aftermath, her own pussy now contracting around thin air. The thought of your fingers inside her pussy makes her cum as well.

The two girls breath heavily in tandem as they both ride out their highs.

You need two attempts to slowly pull your fingers out of Karina's snug pussy. They are now coated in a thick layer of her cum.

Turning around, you see that Yena is lying on the floor, Chaewon on top of her. She is literally riding her face right now. As if she is riding cock. Her eyes are closed in unspoken bliss. The way Yena moves her tongue indicates that this isn't their first time doing this.

Chaewon's moans are more reserved and  more quiet. You shut her up completely, by forcing your fingers into her mouth.

The young girl moans around your fingers as her tongue starts to lick them clean.

Glancing at the clock that is hanging on the wall of the living room, you sigh in relief. Five more minutes. You got this. No matter what they could do to you, there is no way you could fail now.

"Chaewon, get off."

You tap her shoulder, making the girl look up at you.

"Time to make proper use of Yena's mouth."

The pink haired woman gets off the ground, kneeling in front of you. Without a word, she starts to undo your belt, eagerly licking her lips.

"What about me, oppa?"

Chaewon's disappointment is written on her face.

"Come here."

As she does what you tell her, you spin her around, making her stand, with her back towards you, on your right. You reach around her body, quickly finding her panties, which once again hide her pussy. She quickly pulls them to the side, making you dip a finger into her honey pot.

By now, Yena has gotten rid of your pants. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of your boxers, before pulling them down. Your hard cock lands on her face. It almost reaches past her eyes. She lets it rest on her face, slowly sticking her tongue out.

At the same time, you start to finger Chaewon properly. Her quiet moans become a little louder.

Yena starts sucking you off. Her pace is quick from the beginning, desperate to show you what you have been missing. Her lips are tightly wrapped around your cock as she moves along it's length.

You feel Chaewon lean against your side as you bring her closer to orgasm. Karina and Minju moan behind you, you are too busy with Chaewon and Yena to turn around.

Yena's lips feel incredible. Especially after that whole month. It almost seems like Yena's mouth was made for sucking cock. Her eyes are closed as she keeps enjoying your dick in her mouth.

Chaewon is unable to pull her panties to the side by now. You feel them rub against your fingers whenever you move them. Her pussy could rival Karina's in tightness.

"Oppa!"

The young girl mewls as she cums on your fingers. She arches her back as she presses her head into your side.

Meanwhile, Yena has moved from giving head to using her throat. Her gag reflex makes her tighten around you. More and more spit starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth as Yena tries her best to make you cum before midnight. Only two more minutes to go.

Pulling your fingers out of Chaewon, earns you whine from the young woman. You place both of your hands on Yena's head, starting to fuck her throat.

She stops moving now, keeping her head in place. You use her mouth like a cock sleeve, thrusting into her, until her eyes water.

A small puddle starts to form underneath her as she keeps taking your cock. She does her best to keep her lips tightly wrapped around you. But because of your speed, she is unable to keep all of her saliva inside her mouth.

As you feel your orgasm approaching, you know that there is only one place you can cum.

"Karina."

You manage to groan your girlfriend's name.

She appears next to you, her top and bra gone by now. Her nipples are covered in spit as she kneels next to Yena. It seems like Minju already prepared her for this.

You let go of Yena's head, quickly pulling out. Strings of her saliva are still connecting your cock with her lips. While you watch Yena and Karina trade places, you are able to take a breather. A couple of seconds more in that heavenly mouth of hers and you would've cum down her throat.

Karina pushes her tits out as she gives you a seductive stare, biting her lip. Your cock is just about the right height for her to wrap her tits around it.

You watch her spit into her cleavage as her tits swallow your cock. The warmth of your skin makes your head fall back as Karina starts to move up and down.

Her warm tits push you closer towards your first orgasm in a month. You can feel the pressure rising in your abdomen.

Needing to hold onto something, you grab some of Karina's hair. She looks up at you with a knowing smirk. The two of you did this so many times already and yet you both don't grow tired of it.

You feel Karina picking up the pace a little. You groan as you watch the tip of your cock appear from between her tits, before it vanishes in their depths.

You suddenly take notice of the three girls, who are knealing next to Karina. Yena and Chaewon on her right, Minju in her left. They watch in awe as they envy Karina's ability to make you feel this good with just her tits.

"Where are you gonna cum, oppa?"

Yena asks this question as if she wants to know what you want for dinner.

"There is only one proper place, idiot."

Chaewon nudges her side with an elbow.

Minju looks up at you, her big eyes pleading for your attention.

"Are you gonna cum on unnie's tits, oppa?"

Karina moans at the thought and you almost cum right there. You remember all the times you painted your girlfriend's chest white with your semen.

Only able to shake your head, you keep making Minju guess.

"Her face?"

Minju sticks out her tongue as if she is waiting for her own facial.

"Or in her mouth?"

Minju's seductive tone and Karina's warm mounds finally push you over the edge. You are surprised you were able to hold out this long.

As she feels your cock twitch in her cleavage, Karina let's go off her chest. You pull away, before pushing inside her wide open mouth.

Thrusting inside, you care unable to check the time. Has it been two minutes already? Whatever. You see stars as you finally unload inside your girlfriend's mouth.

Rope after rope of build up cum floods her insides. Karina tries to gulp down all of it, but some starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth. Luckily, Yena and Minju are more than happy to help. The two of them make use of their tongues, finally able to taste your cum for the first time.

Karina tries to catch her breath as your cock slowly softens inside her mouth. Her throat is all sticky, making it harder for her to breath.

You watch as Yena turns towards Chaewon, giving her a deep kiss. The two girls share your cum as you can see their cheeks bulge, due to their moving tongues.

You are even to tired to be startled as the doorbell suddenly rings. That must be the food. Minju, being the closest to the door, gets up and walks towards the door. You want to tell her to get dressed first, but you feel Karina's tongue swirl around your cock, making you weak.

Only able to stand in your living room in silence, you watch as Minju opens the door.

She is completely naked, but she put some of her hair over her face. You are not sure if the delivery guy is able to tell who she is, but by judging the sound of his voice, it's clear that he is focused on something else than her face.

After Minju took the boxes of food, she blows the guy a kiss while winking.

"Have a lovely night, babe."

She closes the door behind her, not without looking back, smiling as she sees the man stare at her naked backside.

The thrill of some stranger checking out her naked body makes Minju's pussy wet as hell, which might be an odd comparison. Maybe more like a waterslide. That would be appropriate.

She almost runs towards the dinner table to put down the boxes.

"Oppa, give me your cock."

She whines as Yena and Chaewon still look at her in shock. Karina has finished cleaning your cock by now. She takes it out of her mouth, holding its base with her hand.

"Time to fill this little angel with your cum, honey."

Karina winks at you, before giving your tip one last kiss.

Before Minju can react, you reach behind her and swipe the boxes of food off the table. They all make some noise as they fall to the ground. You don't care. For a month, even longer than that, you dreamed about fucking Minju. To turn her into a begging mess.

You push her against the edge of the table, making her fall onto the wooden surface. Using your hands, you pull her legs apart so much, her feet are almost at the same hight as the rest of her body. How flexible she is.

You don't need any warm up. The sight of a naked Minju is too much for your mind anyways. She is wet enough already after having played with Karina earlier and after making the delivery guy fall in love with her body.

You align your cock with her snatch, moving your hands towards her full thighs. You grab them hard, making Minju wince. With one thrust, you part her lips and push deep inside her pussy.

Minju's eyes roll to the back of her head, feeling how you stretch her open.

Another thrust, this time, you bottom out inside of her. Minju's moans are music to your ears as you start to fuck her hard and slow.

Her walls are tight, her pussy wet. It feels like she is pulling you in with every thrust. The other girls have gathered around to watch, praising Minju.

"Oh, gosh. How does that even fit?"

Chaewon seems genuinely curious, her hand moving between her thighs. She is trying to fit more than two fingers inside her own pussy, trying to match the thickness of your cock.

Minju whines with every thrust, making you want to fuck her even harder.

Yena puts her hand on Minju's naked stomach, closing her eyes.

"I can even feel oppa rearranging your guts. That's so hot."

She moans as she imagines feeling it inside her own body.

Karina is standing behind you, pressing her body against yours. You can feel her nipples rub against your back.

"You fuck her so good. Take your prize, oppa. It's yours. You own it. Have your way with it."

It feels weird to hear Karina refer to Minju ad an object. And yet, it does seem to make sense to your body. As if on its own, your body starts to thrust into Minju harder. The flesh on her thighs turns red around your finger as you hold onto her legs.

"She is just a cum dump for you. Only here to milk your cock, oppa."

You pound Minju into the surface of the table, her back starting to arch off the wood.

"Tell him, Minju. Tell him what you are."

"I'm yours, oppa."

Without a second of hesitation, Minju starts talking between her loud moans.

"Take me as you wish. Use my body to make yourself cum."

"Address him properly, slut."

Yena gives Minju a light slap on her cheek. The younger girl moans.

"Please, daddy. My holes belong to you. All of them!"

Minju closes her eyes. The pleasure in her pussy and the pain in her thighs both start to become equally too much.

Her loud moan is interrupted by Chaewon, suddenly spitting into her mouth. The youngest chokes on her saliva.

"You are nothing but talk. Make him cum already. You are being a bad toy for oppa."

Minju squirms around on the cold surface, the degradation too much for her mind to handle. With a familiar squeal, she let's herself go.

The young angel squirts on your cock, drowning it in her juices. It makes you almost slip out, but you just pull her further towards you.

"Let go of her thighs, oppa. You are gonna break her legs."

You do as Karina says, only now realizing how hard you are holding onto them. As you place your hands on her waist, you see the massive red fingerprints on her otherwise flawless skin. Those are going to turn into bruises.

Minju starts moaning again as she feels your hands press into her stomach.

"I'm a good cum dump, daddy. Give me all of it."

Another slap from Yena.

"Who are you to demand something from him? Beg like the slut that you are."

Unable to think straight in her cock drunken state, Minju just starts spilling utter filth.

"Please ruin me, daddy. My pussy is only for your cum. That's why I exist. For you to pump your cum into my little cunt."

You fuck her so hard and fast by now, she is almost unable to form words. You are glad you just came, now able to make full use of Minju's body.

You never expected her to get off to being degraded by her former members. Her snug pussy feels like a cock sleeve as Minju's arousal starts to know no limit.

"Make me cum on your cock again, daddy. Please. Make me think of your cock when-"

Her back arches off the wood, her words interrupted by another orgasm. You keep fucking her. It takes a while for Minju to finish her sentence.

"-whenever I'm horny. I can't live without it anymore."

Karina now leans over Minju. She is now standing next to Chaewon, on Minju's left. You are surprised when you see her slap Minju's left breast. It makes the youngest squeal in pain.

"Make him cum already. We don't have all night."

Minju sobs, nodding with her eyes closed. You feel her flexing her abs, trying to make her pussy even tighter.

"You are just a worthless cum dump."

With every word, Karina gives Minju's chest a slap, alternating between both of her tits.

"Maybe Wonyoung could do a better job."

"No, unnie. Please!"

Minju's desperate voice pushes you closer towards your slowly building orgasm.

"I'm the best cum dump for daddy. My hole is made for his cock."

You feel her flexing her abs again, underneath your hands. You are still surprised how she is able to stretch out her legs like that, even while getting fucked like a piece of meat. Her feet are hanging off both edges of the table.

"Please, daddy! If you cum now, I will wear a collar for you all the time, showing everyone I'm yours. Write on it whatever you want."

"How about 'cum dumpster'?"

Yena gives Minju's cheek another slap.

Chaewon holds the youngest's head in place.

"Or 'sex toy'."

She spits into her mouth again.

The final blow belongs to Karina.

"It must be 'master's cum bucket'."

You groan as you feel Minju's pussy contract around you, making both of you cum.

"You always have to wear it. At home, in public, at the airport. Everywhere."

You shoot your load into Minju's awaiting pussy. She gasps and moans at the hot feeling in her core. Her abs hurt because of the constant flexing. Her pussy milks more and more of your cum into her belly.

Minju mewls and whines, begging to be able to wear a collar like these.

"Fuck, oppa!"

Yena screams as she cums once again. You hold her body in place as you keep fucking her. You are holding her in your arms, impaling her on your cock again and again. Her back is arched back, making her abs flex wonderfully. Her yellow top is bunched up underneath her shoulders. You lean forward to capture her nipples with your mouth.

You hear whining and moaning from behind you on the couch.

Minju, being the cum filled mess she is, is trying her best to fend off Karina and Chaewon. While the younger girl is sitting on her face, forcing her to eat her out, Karina is trying to pry open her legs. Your girlfriend is doing her best to get her mouth closer towards Minju's cum filled snatch, trying to have more of your load.

The young angel has barely any resistance left in her. In the end, she has to admit defeat. She can't help but moan into Chaewon's pussy as she feels Karina eating your cream pie out of her.

"Fuck me harder, oppa!"

Yena makes you focus back on her. You thrust forward faster, while pulling her towards you again and again. You reach even deeper into her pussy. If you could see behind you, you would be able to watch Yena's toes curl in pleasure.

"Oppa!"

She is unable to wrap her legs around your torso, too weak to do anything but moan. You devour Yena's chest once again, making sure her nipples are covered in spit.

"Fuck, Yena. Gonna cum."

You lie her down on the backrest, her body bending due to her flexibility. You start cuming all over her body. Her tummy, her pussy, her chest, her face. You cover all of it in your cum.

"Oh my god, oppa."

Still having this undying fire burn inside of you, you thrust into Yena again as soon as you stop cuming.

You feel the rays of the sun shine onto your face as you slowly drift off to sleep. You are lying in your bed, Karina next to you, her back turned towards you. This would've been a normal night, except for the three other bodies in your bed.

Yena is lying on Karina's side. She fell asleep right after eating Karina out one last time. Her face is resting against the older girl's thighs.

Minju is lying at the foot of the bed. Lying on her back, you would be able to see what you did to her, if you were to stand next to her. Her pussy is still full of cum after another cream pie. The red marks on her thighs slowly start to turn purple. You don't remember who it was, maybe you, but someone used a marker to write something on Minju's throat.

"Owned"

You wonder how long it's gonna take for the black ink to disappear.

Chaewon feel asleep last. The young troublemaker is your small spoon as your cock is still imbedded in her freshly fucked pussy. She is proving herself as an excellent cock warmer, your hot cum still deep inside her body. Her black Le Sserafim panties are hanging out of her half opened mouth. Evidence of you, trying to silence her screams.

With a smile on your face, you finally fall into your dreams. The girls promised to stay for a couple of days longer. NNN was worth it after all. Maybe next year, Karina is able to convince Wonyoung as well. Having a fivesome is something you never deared to dream of. What are you supposed to call it when Wonyoung actually joins? Your own bangbang?

The thought starts of your dream.

(Additional scene)

[yameoto]

dropping a spare change in ur inbox and coming to spill spoiled brat cate dunlap thoughts that have been rotting my brain ever since that bot of urs was dropped🫠

spoiled brat cate dunlap who came to the office wanting something completely different (just your attention and affection) than what you'd have in mind— unsure how she'd found herself in this situation— forced to take the custom strap she'd bought with your card, squirming in your lap when she'd highly underestimated the sheer size of the toy, trying to blink unshed tears away and unaware of the blooming marks on her skin and the few, stray workers of yours hearing the muffled screams she'd desperately tried to cover, definitely something that had her in trouble with vought.

(she doesn't regret it though, not one bit, despite waddling like a penguin and gripping onto the walls and nearby surfaces to get home)

i absolutely adore your work darling💞💞

lololove this. spoiled!brat cate dunlap whose just begginggg for it. how was she supposed to know that it was that day that you found that she'd overrun your card? on sex toys, no less. it wasn’t her fault! she’d been so horny that day. like so fucking horny. and then she’d showed up to your office, legs spread and cunt leaking all over your desk for what felt like hours until she had to find out second-hand that you were away on some urgent stuffy business trip. how could you? no wonder she comes away all huffy n puffy abt not being able to see u. miffed that you didn’t even tell her. and! she’s still horny.

of course she’d splurged a little. a girl needs to self-soothe, after all. so what if she ordered an entire set of custom straps, and then maybe a little bit of the wholeentirestore out out of spite? you’re practically made of money. it couldn’t hurt. it certainly made her feel a hell of a lot better, in more ways than one. and she thought she’d gotten away with it, too— until.

“you do know nothing slips from my sight, right?” you’re infuriatingly collected—conversational, even, as you brush the tip of the strap along cates folds. god, it looks so fucking big from here. even the act of pressing it up through her thighs makes her whimper. she’s not gonna say that though. just gonna blink up at you unapologetically, determined to keep up her bravado. chin trembling as she raises it. “you were away. needed something to keep me occupied.” she grumbles

“something to keep your cunt warm, you mean.” and you take your fingers and stretch cate’s pussy as wide as it can. cate can feel the tip tickling her cunt, and she whimpers. the air-conditioned breeze of the office hitting her wet, squelching nerves. much too big for her tight little cunt.

“what a waste of my money,” you hiss, slapping the strap against her clit. cates whole expression scrunches in effort to bite back a cry, eyes flaring in defiance.

“i can take it.” she insists, determined to win this. she’s not sorry. she’s not.

your smile is placating and condescending and it infuriates cate. you know it does. “of course you can, baby.”

“i can!” cate insists, wriggling on the desk. and what cate wants, cate gets, after all. she’s got to right to cry out like that when you tear that pretty pink pussy into two.

“ah—ah-ah-ah—fuck!” she spits, tears welling up in her eyes. making them all wet and glossy and gosh, does she look pretty like this. so does her cunt. straining against the girth of the strap. wetness squeezed out her folds already, plastic pushing hard n painful only to get a millimetre deeper. stretching her so full she can’t be stretched anymore. fucking her into the desk and calling her pussy a greedy little thing. calling her a greedy little thing. panting. whining. painting your paperwork sticky.

“this what you ordered, baby?”

cate nods dumbly, eyes rolling back and spit pooling in her mouth. red indents dug along her hipbones from the edge of your desk. (afterwards, she wears the bruises like a badge of honour. swaying her hips in too-too low-rise jeans as she waltzes into your office, flaunting each brand like it’s something to be proud of. shameless fucking brat.)

[bettysupremacy]

The Cheerleader Curse

summary When you randomly show up at Eddie’s table, he takes your presence more malevolent than you intended

w/c 1.3k

a/n requested here!

Carol groans as Tina’s new boyfriend squeezes the meat of her hip. Turned away, he’s locked in a conversation with his teammate beside him.

“It’s sweet.” You defend.

“It’s nauseating, is what it is, I’m trying to eat here.” She takes a fry from your tray casually, popping it into her mouth.

Your nose scrunches, kicking her under the table with your white cheer sneaker. “Don’t be a bitch,” you take a handful off Tina’s boyfriends tray, dumping them onto hers. “Take his.”

She laughs loudly, biting into another one.

Tina’s boyfriend Derek turns, confused at the loudness of Carol’s laugh. “Girls.” Tommy shrugs, covering up your misbehavior. He too steals a fry from Carol’s plate, slinging his arm around her when he’s fit the whole thing in his mouth.

Tina’s shoe nudges yours. “You coming to my party this weekend?”

You dust your hands, chewing on a fry thoughtfully. “Um,” you swallow. “I think I have plans.”

Tina and Carol share a look. A dramatic, exasperated, look. “We never get to see you anymore.” Your best friend whines.

“You know we miss you at the parties.” Tina follows in suit.

You nod, understanding of their annoyance. “I just,” you sigh. “I promised I’d bring the boys to this the arcade, and we usually don’t leave till midnight.”

“Can’t Steve take em?” Tommy steals another fry. Carol swats him in the chest. “What?” He chews. “Boyfriend tax.”

“Steve works the late shift.” You shrug. “And it’s my weekend.”

“My weekend.” Tina imitates. “Why does everything always fall on your weekend?”

You frown, wary of the fallout between your friends. “He’s going through a lot.”

Tommy rolls his eyes, but his thoughts are kept quiet.

“He is.”

“We know,” Carol mumbles. “We know.”

Tina scrunches her nose at the interaction, unaware of the events that ripped Tommy, Carol, and Steve apart. “Well,” She shrugs. “If you get off the hook early you can show up.”

You nod, reaching down to pick your bag from the ground at the mention of the boys. “Of course,” you push from your seat. “I’ll be right back, don’t miss me.”

“We will.” Tina takes a fry from Derek’s plate. He doesn’t seem to mind.

The walk over to the boys table isn’t embarrassing, but it is uncomfortable. Your mind spins the whole cafeteria looking at you, wondering what is she doing? Why is she associating with them.

You flick Mike in the head when you reach. He doesn’t seem to mind, flicking your knee, but you look up guiltily anyways when you hear Eddie scoff.

“Hello?” He huffs, annoyed. This was a first. Sending a girl to do the terrorizing instead of Jason. Maybe he was absent, maybe he called you and asked can you do me a favor?

“Hi,” you nod at the older boy. You don’t know his age, but you where you are a first time senior, he is not. You don’t like the glare he fixes you with, sitting, waiting expectantly, like you’ll do something.

He’s pretty in his own way. Soft brown eyes, big curly hair. Any girl would be quick to swoon at his usual easy flirt personality.

Or maybe that’s just you.

You smile at him anyways while Dustin looks up from his picked at lunch tray.

“Hi, buddy.” Your warm hand glides over the Dustin’s cool forehead. He fusses as you smooth his curls.

“Stop,” he swats with the coolness of a teenager.

Eddie nearly jumps to scare you away, and he could. Dark black eyeliner, enough silver to shine a mile away, he’s easily intimidating. Especially when his face holds this expression of expectant distain.

Your eyes crinkle at Dustin’s flustered embarrassment. “How’re you, kid?” Its directed towards Mike and Dustin.

“Been better.” Dustin huffs at the same time Mike shrugs a fine.

You nod, hands stuffed into the oversized pockets of your varsity jacket as you roll on your heels. “You have Biology next?”

“Do you want to kill me?” Dustin shoulders droop.

“You normally love that class.”

“Not today,” he sighs, sickeningly morose as he looks up at you. “Can’t find my book anywhere.”

You frown. “That’s not good.”

He doesn’t react to the bluntness of the statement. “Tell me about it.”

“You check under your bed?” You tilt your head.

“And my moms.”

“Your backpack?”

“First place I checked, obviously.” The end of the sentence comes out with less attitude than he meant.

“Hmm,” you hum, Dustin doesn’t notice the glint in your eyes that Eddie does. “My car?” You smile.

His shoulders drop, relief and embarrassment mingling together clashingly. “You bozo.”

You pull it from the shoulder bag you currently carry. It thuds to the table loudly, but nobody outside the table seems to notice. “I know, you’re welcome.”

“Thank you.” He snatches the book quickly.

You smile. “Nobody’s trying to take it from you.”

Settling into your spot, you watch as Dustin shoves his book into his bag carelessly, and ignore the upset feeling of Eddie looking at you over the younger boys back. Searching the expression, you can’t find anything nice in it. Your tummy flips uncomfortably. “Well,” you nod to Dustin. “Don’t die before biology.”

“Noted,” he salutes, and you have to stop yourself from wrinkling your nose in cringe. Teen boys.

Eddie notices of course, his guard standing strong.

“Wait!” Dustin panics before you fully walk from the situation. “Steve can’t pick me up today.”

Harrington? Eddie thinks. The fuck is Dustin doing with Harrington?

“You need a ride?” You offer, but not really offer, cause you won’t let him decline.

“That-“

“I can give you a ride,” Eddie interrupts loudly, standing from his plastic seat. His fingertips push into the cold, sticky, table. “I’m not doing anything after school.”

And it’s not that you don’t trust Eddie, but who lets their children get in cars with strangers? Especially strangers in scary looking band tees.“Oh, it’s fine.” you look down at the geeky teen below you. “Right, Dustin?”

The younger boy nods. “It’s cool.”

“No, really,” Eddie continues, doing what he thinks is a favor to Dustin. “it’s no problem.”

Mike giggles from where he sits.

“Dude,” Dustin laughs confusedly. “It’s cool.”

And Eddie sits back down.

“Meet me at my car.” You point at the boys. “Don’t be late.”

And with that you turn, all the way back to your preferred table.

“That was weird.” Eddie laughs uncomfortably when you’re out of hearing distance. The whole table looks at him silently. “What?”

“We’re friends with her.” Mikes eyes zoom in. Eddie sweats.

“Didn’t you see her glare at me?” Eddie’s eyes scrunch in confusion. “And when have we ever associated with that group?”

“We’ve been through shit.” Dustin shrugs. “She’s cool.”

“And Harrington.”

Dustin shrugs again, hesitant with his next words. “He’s cool too.”

Jeff laughs loudly at Eddie. “You’re looking for a reason to be paranoid.”

“You sure your weed is clean?” Gareth chimes in teasingly.

“Fuck off.” Eddie sighs slumping in his seat. His eyes eyes lead back to you as the boys move on. He saw you glare. “They’re like a curse.”

“Who?” Gareth laughs.

“Them.” He waved dismissively towards you. “The cheerleaders.”

“She was nice.” Jeff shrugs.

“Nice until they’re not.” His head shakes seriously.

“Nice to look at.” Comes in Gareth quickly.

Jeff high fives him under the table, but Eddie ignores. The Cheerleader Curse.

A good campaign name.

“I don’t think Eddie likes me very much.” You sit back down at the table.

“The freak?” Carol asks. Tina side kicks her, shaking her head in don’t be mean.

“Yeah,” Your bag drops to the floor. “He was looking at me weird.”

“Maybe he wants in your pants.” Tommy shrugs, unconcerned. Carol swats him again.

“Gross,” She rolls her eyes. “But I did hear he has a reputation.” She pauses, glancing back at him. “Somehow.”

You look up at your friends. “What kind of reputation?”

“I heard he sleeps around.” Carol shrugs.

“I heard,” Tina chimes in, leaning into the group. “That he sells drugs in the woods.”

“He does.” Tommy shrugs. “He’s weird, but his weed isn’t shit.”

Tina sits back. “What’s his price?”

The conversation gets placed on back hold in your mind. Briefly, you debate looking back, ultimately turning to peek over your shoulder. What couldn’t he like about you? Had your nonexistent interaction turned him off of the idea of getting to know you?

For some funny reason, the thought sits in your gut uncomfortably.

“You good?” Carol reaches over the table to lightly pinch your arm. “We gotta call the Nurse?”

“No.” The shake of your head is adamant. “No, m’good.”

“Seriously,” Tommy shrugs. “He’s just weird, don’t let it bother you.”

You nod placid. “Yeah,” Your eyes flit to Eddie, before back to your friends again. “You’re right.”

“That’s my girl.” Tina’s knee knocks with yours.

You smile convincingly, nodding to your friends words. It’s hard for you to focus after that, mind clouded by the mean boy 6 tables away. You don’t look back again, don’t peek.

And somehow, Carol can see right through you.

[xavslilslut]

His little girl. || Xavier thorpe x reader

Warnings , size kink, P in V, unprotected sex, cussing, readers a vampire .

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reader and Xavier are dating, but reader has a kink her boyfriend isn't aware of..

You where Xavier thorpes girlfriend, also a vampire. You where known at nevermore because you where a special type of a vampire, not like the normal ones. Your venom, is poisonous and like a drug, you can control if you poison someone with your bite, thats what makes you special. Also the fact that you age like a human but you can never die, unless someone stabs you with a stake to your heart.

On your first day of nevermore when your dormmate, enid, was showing you around your eyes couldn't help but wonder on a certain someone, a tall, skinny, pale boy with long hair was on a latter painting, as you where looking at him he looked back and you quickly looked away. Later that day when you walked into Ms. Thornhills class, you saw him again smiling at you, you sat next to him and you guys became friends. Well, best friends, then you two started dating. He was head over heels in love for you, you felt the same, there where so many things about him that made your heart flutter, but one thing stood out, your height difference.

Your boyfriend was 6'2, you where 5'0. So that means that he's a whole foot and 2 inches taller than you, something about the way he looks down at you, the way he has to bend over to kiss you or to hear you or to tell you something, the way he's so much bigger and stronger than you, the way his hands are way bigger than yours, just everything makes you so crazy, absolutely crazy. And he feels the same way, he loves how much smaller you are compared to him.

You love the way his hands can cover your boobs when he grabs them, just like what hes doing right now as he's pounding into you, fast and hard, while your a moaning mess under him, legs shaking and your hands hold his arms. "mmmm, fuck xavi, m'fuck me so good!" You say, completely cock drunk. Xavier just looks down at you and gives you smile at how much he's fucked you dumb, "I know baby I know." He coos, you whine and bit your lip as you take one of your small hands of his arm and slide it down towards his chest, then to his slightly seen abs, you run your tiny fingers over his abs then bring them back to where they originally were on his arm.

You clench around him thinking about how small you are compared to him again, he let's out a low groan and a small 'fuck' as he feels you clench your already tight pussy around his cock. "mmm fuck xavi, pl-please use me, de-s-story me plea- fuck!" You try to say while he continues ramming into you, not stopping. He seems shocked by your words because you've never said anything like that, but just thinking about how you are so small compared just makes you go crazy, so crazy.

He doesn't question it though and instead just keeps fucking you at a inhumane paste, to the point where your literally screaming. All that can be heard from his dorm is skin clapping, moans, and low groans. You start to feel your release coming quickly as he brings one of his big hands down to start rubbing circles on your red swollen clit, making your stutter and your mouth to make an 'O' shape while letting out a long loud moan. "mmhhhh, fu-fuck xavi m'gonna cum!!"you moan stuttering due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"fuck, cum all over this dick baby" you hear Xavier say in a low raspy voice, his thrusts start getting sloppier and he starts moaning a lot more, with hearing his words you start to cum all over his cock, letting out loud pornographic moans, clenching around him. He reaches his release not to far after you, slowing pulling out and laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest to cuddle.

"What was that about you wanting me to use to you?" Xavier says while giving your head a kiss. "mm nothing." You say drifting off into your sleep already knowing he knew what you meant by that.

[calaisreno]

Cake

1146 words / Prompt: Laugh

Have some cake. It's my birthday.

Sherlock picks up his fork and examines the slice of cake before him. It’s yellow, with thick white icing and colourful sprinkles. 

John and Molly have already tasted their pieces and are talking about something. John makes a teasing remark about hearing aids. Apparently Sherlock has missed the question.

“Hm?”

John smiles at him. It’s a fond smile, but a sad one. Sherlock tries to remember the last time John looked happy. It’s been ages, he thinks. Even the smile on his face now isn’t truly happy. 

His wedding, maybe. He did smile a lot that day, but there was something ragged underneath. A kind of exhausted cheer. The days leading up the event were hectic, but it was worth it to give John and Mary a joyous day. Maybe it was relief Sherlock saw in those wedding smiles. Glad to have the big day go well, ready to wake up to a new life. 

The day Rosie was born, John’s smile was incredulous, full of wonder. But Sherlock could see he was terrified, too. It was the day it all became real, irrevocable. There was no going back for him and Mary. Nor for Sherlock. John was a father, and had responsibilities.

Unmingled joy. That’s what Sherlock is trying to remember. 

That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done.

And you invaded Afghanistan.

It was the first time he heard John helpless with laughter. They’d stood inside the front door, leaning against the wall, giggling at the ridiculousness of what they’d just done, running through alleys and across rooftops. Welcome to London.

It was the moment when he first realised he wanted to kiss John. He wanted to hear that giggle of surrender again. To laugh every day with John and keep him forever.

It might have lasted, if Sherlock hadn’t created a problem that could only be solved by dying, leaving John alone for two years. 

He’d dreamed of coming home, hearing John laugh at his brilliant resurrection. He’d been so intent on that, he hadn’t realised. It may have been necessary to go away, but his return wasn’t as brilliant as he’d dreamed.

Well, then. Neither of them has been happy.

“You haven’t even tasted it,” John is saying. 

“Oh.” He lifts a bite to his mouth, smells vanilla, feels the icing melt on his tongue. “Delicious.” It is, and he takes another bite, even though he’s not hungry. 

John is smiling at him. 

He can’t stop thinking about John’s tears, just a half an hour ago in the flat. 

I’m not the man you thought I was. 

It’s not okay.

Well, it is what it is. John hasn’t been happy for a long time, he thinks. 

Though they never spoke of it, he knows John had mixed feelings about the marriage. A part of him loved Mary, but even though he forgave her, he never forgot:  what have I ever done… my whole life… to deserve you?

Mary wasn’t supposed to be like that. But she was. 

Sherlock wasn’t supposed to come back, but he did. 

John was supposed to be happy. He wasn’t.

Sometimes he thinks John might have been happy if Sherlock had stayed dead. He would have got over his best friend dying in front of him. He would have married and lived in the suburbs with his wife and child. His wife wouldn’t have shot Sherlock, and she wouldn’t have died, trying to protect him. He wouldn’t be raising his child alone. 

He eats his cake silently, pressing his fork into the last crumbs. 

“You’ve been quiet,” John says as they walk back to 221B. 

“Hm.” 

“About earlier… I’m sorry.” He huffs a small laugh. “Mood killer, for sure.”

He stops walking. “John.”

John is two paces ahead by the time Sherlock says his name. He turns and looks at Sherlock, puzzled. “What is it?”

“Are you happy?”

“Am I happy?” He gives a short, bitter laugh. “What does happiness have to do with anything? Are you happy?”

“Well, no one can be happy all the time. But I consider myself an optimistic person. I expect I will be happy again.”

“Are you…” John licks his lips. “Will you contact her?”

“No. She knows what I am, and doesn’t expect it.”

“Sherlock, I know I was pushing when I said you should… I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want that. I just wish you weren’t so alone.”

“Not so alone. I have you.” 

Sherlock resumes walking; John falls into step with him.

“Yeah, a great friend I’ve been.”

“You’re not perfect, John. Neither am I. You shouldn’t hold yourself to an impossibly high standard. Happiness is more important. Do you know,” he says, turning to look at John, “some of my happiest moments have been spent with you.”

John sighs. “We’ve had some good times. I’ll never forget the months we lived together. You saved me. I was so lost, so alone…” Glancing at Sherlock, he smiles wistfully. “Do you remember that night, when we were chasing the cab, and I forgot my cane at the restaurant?” He giggles. “Oh, God. Down alleys, across the rooftops. Welcome to London. That was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever done.”

Sherlock smiles. “Wanna see some more?”

“What are you saying?” John halts. 

Sherlock turns and faces him. “Come back. Move in with me, you and Rosie.”

John is gazing at him, his eyes soft. “Do you know what I wished for that night?”

“What did you wish, John?”

He looks down at his feet. “I wished… that I could spend the rest of my days running after you, trying to keep up. Giggling at crime scenes, running all over London, coming home and sitting in the evenings…” He sighs. “It can’t be like it was before. I have a child.”

“Another adventure I look forward to. We’ll hire a nanny, solve all the boring cases, and you’ll write them up for the blog. We’ll be together.” He puts his hands on John’s shoulders. “Come back to me.”

John shakes his head gravely. “You don’t know what you’re asking. Rosie’s a baby, and soon she’ll be toddling around, getting into everything.”

“That’s what babies do. They grow into children, and eventually leave home. And you’ll miss her then. I want to see her grow up, too. I want to be there when you send her off to uni. I want to help plan her wedding, hold your first grandchild. I want to retire to a cottage in Sussex with you and keep bees.”

“Bees?”

“Yes, John. Do keep up. If you don’t like bees, you ought to have plenty of cases to write up by then.”

John brushes tears from his eyes. “What are you saying?”

In answer, he puts his arms around John. “You said love would complete me as a human being. I’m saying, it already has.”

[wittlesissyb4by]

It was such a pathetic sight. Ryan was squishing in his chair, crinkling in his ridiculous diaper, and blowing raspberries between bites of mushy carrots.

I can’t believe how far he’s come, or, rather, how far he’s fallen. Ryan used to be a pompous, chauvinistic asshole who got a little too big for his own britches. If he wasn’t trying to  impress his holier than thou attitude upon anyone he could in public, he was doing it at home with me. I was beneath him. I was nothing but a 50’s housewife expected to cook, clean, and pick-up after him. Oh, and to be there to please his tiny dick for almost a full 30-seconds…

I was tired of it, sick of being nothing but a vending machine for him to call on, only to be left thankless and underappreciated. Things had to change.

So, I started off small, slipping various hormones and chemicals into the food I was ordered to cook for him every night. When he was sleeping, I’d put on a little hypnosis for him to listen to after I popped my earmuffs in. 

The effects were gradual at first. He started complaining about his nipples hurting. I’d find wet stains in his underwear, and he’d whimper and whine about the tiniest things (okay, maybe that wasn’t much different than before…). Soon I noticed him constantly needing to have something in his mouth. It started out with just his fingernails, then a toothpick, a plastic cap, and–when I started taking those away and he’d (literally) cry–he would resort to sucking his thumb.

He was actually giggling with delight when I brought home a pacifier. That was when things really started kicking in. He’d come home from work with wet underpants, and would wake up in soaking sheets. So, obviously, it was time for diapers. He protested at first, but soon I’d come into the living room to find him humping and crinkling on the floor, drooling all over his thumb. Where he used to bark at me to bring him a beer when he got home, he was now begging and pleading for a bottle of ‘milkies’ with his wittle baby voice.

He learned to address me as Mommy, to say ‘pweez’ and thank you for every little thing. He even agreed to let me bring home other guys. Real men for me to play with. There was a time where he’d try to act all macho in front of other men, now he’d get on his knees and suck their dick if I told him it was his ‘ba ba’ for the day.

He has no problem dressing like a girl, in fact, he kind of throws a fit if all his pink tutu’s and rompers are dirty and he has to wear a blue onesie. I used to let him hump his huggies as much as his little heart desired, I’d rather him pump his pitiful load into pampers instead of my pussy while I pretend to enjoy it–but then I took that away as well. He still whines and cries sometimes for me to let him out of his chastity cage for ‘cum cums’, but those are a thing of the past now.

It’s funny, he used to think he was so smart, he’d belittle everyone around him for not knowing the most random of facts. Now? He’s practically a braindead, bimbo baby. I mean, look at him. He’s blowing raspberries with muck in his mouth and drooling down his bib, smiling the whole time. He doesn’t seem to mind that he’s sitting in a heavily soiled diaper, in fact, he’s mushing around in it like a happy piggie playing in the mud.

I wonder if he understands that all of his money is now in my account. Sure, I’ll drop the hypnosis and send him out to work, only to make him snap back into it as soon as he’s home so I can tape him back in a diaper. Ryan–or Rylie–as she’s now called, is not even close to a man anymore. Her little dick is caged and diapered, right where it belongs. Now excuse me while I shovel more slop into her babbling mouth.

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[enchantedlov3r]

💓pup and john b first meeting/first date💓

~oneshot~

pup reader was very outgoing and that's what drove john b towards her in the first place.

she was very cute in her little yellow floral sundress walking across the street to enter the gas station that john b was getting gas for the twinkie.

your skin was glistening in the sun probably from the outer banks heat. your hair done up nice and you had on these cute yellow converse. you walked in the store and john b stared you down the whole time.

watching you smile at the cashier, watching your fingers as they traced the shelves on the aisles looking for whatever you desired.

jj caught glance of you and smirked at john b when he saw his best friend making googly eyes your way.

"how about you stop being a creep and go talk to her." he suggests with a sly smirk.

" 'cause she's totally outta my league man. Do you see her? she looks so gorgeous, I couldn't possibly bag that." he says with a sigh.

jj rolls his eyes and puts the gas pump inside the fuel filler inlet and jogs towards you inside the gas station.

"hey pretty lady! my uh, buddy over there john b? he thinks your stunning and would love to talk to you and hopefully take you out? How do you feel about that ma'am?" jj says before turning back to john b who is waiting outside and winks at him.

'uhm-ha- sure, why not!" you say with a giddy smile on your face. You pay for your belongings and walk out with jj.

"john b! the girl of your dreams." he says with jazz hands as he reveals your figure from behind him.

"Uh hi." you squeak out nervously. you had to admit, he was very very handsome. You noticed him when you first walked into the gas station.

he had caught your big doe eyes and you immediately fell in love. what scared you was having to choose between going up to him or leaving and missing your shot at bagging a really hot guy.

"Hey. I was checking you out from afar and I gotta say, your like really cute and I was wondering if I could get your number, maybe take you out sometime tomorrow night?" He says with a smile on his face.

you fiddle with your thumbs and make eye contact with him. "Yea sure! My number is..."

and from that moment on you guys went on your first date together. A late night drive in the neighborhood with a conversation on getting to know each other better before having a nice, fancy dinner at the chateau.

john b was a little insecure and scared you would dislike it but when he saw your eyes light up at the candle lit house with fairy lights and how excited you got when the roses and lights led all the way to the dock, he knew you were a keeper.

"I LOVE IT JOMBEE!" You say cutely running around in circles before running into john b's arms and hugging him giving multiple wet kisses to his face.

he chuckles as he holds you feeling your soft lips and warm tongue on his face.

"glad you love it pup. Now come on, let's eat." He says grabbing your hand and guiding you to the dock where the candle lit dinner was.

the sun was setting creating this beautiful hue of pinks and purples in the sky.

"hey pup?" john b asks looking lovingly into your eyes. you smile at him after taking a sip of your drink and respond, "yes jombee?!"

"I think I love you, like i'm truly in love with you." he says a pink color shading his cheeks and nose.

"well I think I love you too jombee. actually, I know for a fact i'm in love with you too!" you say with the biggest and goofiest smile on your face.

he smiles back and he pulls you in to kiss him. he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him letting you straddle his lap.

the kiss deepens and becomes more passionate and more heated than before.

you whimper in john b's mouth and he bites your lip swallowing every sound you could give.

all he knew was that he was glad he met you cause you sure were the best thing that ever happened to him and he'll always remember that.

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[ghoulbrain]

“Fuck yeah… where’d you learn that from?” for cooper x lucy? 👀

18+ vaultghoul. lucy has an unexpected talent. cooper is befuddled. dirty talk, oral.

Girls like Lucy are a rare find in the apocalypse. Even when she's covered in grime and filth, she has a newness to her that runs deep. Those big eyes of hers are always full of wonder for a world that's alien to her.

Despite how oh-so prettily she looks sitting down on her knees, it's that aura of naivete that has Cooper expecting her to fumble once she's got his pants undone.

She does not.

Lucy's gaze flickers up to meet his—eyes bright and focused—before she descends down on him, taking the thick head of his radiation scarred cock between her plush lips without an ounce of hesitance.

"Christ, woman," he grits out through yellowed teeth, sucking in a sharp breath. She swirls her tongue expertly, following the gnarled lines of flesh that run along his cock as if they're just veins to be teased.

He sighs uneasily, head tipping back. It's been awhile. A long while, and goddamn it, she's outpacing him. She hollows her cheeks, sucking a little harder on each backward pull before she relaxes to descend incrementally further.

He licks his lips, but even in the shade, the arid heat dries them as soon as his tongue passes over them. She's good at this.

In an effort to wrest back some sense of control, he curls his gloved fingers around her ponytail and gives a firm pull, drawing her back all the way to the tip. She doesn't fight him, she doesn't even seem surprised.

She fuckin' moans.

Cooper exhales roughly, cupping the side of her face with a low groan. He eases his grip and she slides right back down like she's hungry for it, hands braced on his inner thighs to hold them spread.

"'Atta girl," he breathes, easing his hips into a subtle rock, watching her intently. She relaxes her throat around the head of his cock so smoothly that he doesn't realize he's about to bottom out until her nose bumps into him.

"Fuck, where'd you learn that from, sweetheart? Pretty little thing like you with a mouth like that..." It's unreal. He holds her steady while he picks up a rhythm, fucking her mouth while her fingertips bite into his thighs.

She's done this before. He shouldn't be surprised. Despite the look of her, she's no stumbling foal. She's his little killer.

"Steady now, that's it... Hhah, that's it, hold still for me now, just-" his breath hitches, a ragged moan pulled from him the same time he comes hot and heavy into her pliant mouth, curling forward. It knocks the breath out of him, makes his head spin like the first hit of a vial.

Lucy pulls off of him with an obscenely wet pop. She turns her head to spit before wiping each corner of her mouth with her thumb, a coy smile tugging at the corner of her lips while she watches him recover.

"Fffuckin'..." Cooper trails off, at a loss.

"See? I know things," she says, far too unfazed for his liking, though there is a faint rasp to her voice that makes his spent cock throb. "Not exactly much else to do in the Vault."

"Ain't you all related by now?" He asks, voice reedy. He tucks himself back into his pants, eying the wet shine of her lips hungrily. He grabs hold of her suit collar and pulls her up.

"Just cousins," she answers breathlessly, licking her lips reflexively when his draw near.

His eyes meet hers, his brow creasing deeply. "What?"

"Uhm," she hesitates, gaze flickering from his to his lips. "Joke. Just joking," she says, hurriedly pushing in to close the gap between them. He lets her, welcoming the softness of her against the hard, twisted lines of his mouth.

Lucy has been a lesson in contradictions. For every soft curve of her there's a sharp edge to be found. Every time he thinks he's won, she flips his whole world upside down.

He tastes her tongue, meets it eagerly with his own, represses the urge to bite. She tastes as sweet as the ice cream he only remembers. He gives a low rumble against her lips before pushing her down onto her back so abruptly she lets out a satisfying little yelp.

"Alright, vaultie," he murmurs, running his tongue along his teeth. "My turn."

[psiroller]

Stop Smoking, We Love You

I wrote a little thing based on @unkat's chilaios EMS AU, which has consumed my little pea brain. you don't need a whole lot of context though. 1k words, cw mentions of medical trauma, smoking, drugs. title comes from the car seat headrest song which makes me misty eyed thinking about my stupid boys.

Chilchuck relished the icy cold breeze on his sweaty face as he burst out into the rear parking lot of the hospital, the one for the employees that visitors still park in. He patted himself down until the sharp corner of a fresh pack of Newports hit his palm, and he remembered he’d been trying to use the inside pockets after he’d accidentally dropped a pack during a call and wasted thirteen bucks and tax before he’d even opened the damn thing. He was fortunate enough to have remembered his lighter, too; Senshi’s visiting family this weekend and he has no one else to bum a light from. He’d gotten in trouble the last time he asked a patient out of desperation.

He flicked his zippo and lit it in one smooth motion, a party trick that had long worn out its novelty and was just about to put it to the menthol-cool cigarette between his lips when two large hands entered his vision. One clapped the zippo shut and the other pinched the cig by the filter, tugging both out of Chilchuck’s grip.

“Yoink.”

“You mother fucker—”

Laios laughed as Chilchuck lunged after the precious nicotine clutched in his big hands, held just out of reach.

“This doesn’t look like twenty feet to me,” Laios grinned.

“I was going to hold it in until I reached the grass, fuck off, alright?”

“Then you won’t mind if I walk with you?”

Laios returned what he’d taken, and Chilchuck snatched it back. “Fine, fine, whatever. Come freeze your ass off with me.”

They crossed the parking lot, stepping carefully across black ice and hopping the curb to stand in the grass, a foot beyond the premises. Chilchuck made pointed eye contact with Laios as he stuck the cigarette between his lips and flicked the lighter open and shut, taking a long drag. He debated breathing it in Laios’ face, but decided to turn away. He blew a thin plume of smoke that caught on the brisk wind and whipped away. “Happy?”

“Not exactly,” Laios admitted. “You shouldn’t smoke, Chil.”

Chilchuck scowled. “Oh, here we go… listen, it’s my right to poison my body however I want. Just look at our patients.”

Laios fought a grim laugh and failed. “Hey, you asked.”

“What’s it matter to you anyway?” Chilchuck asked, slurred around the filter. He took another long drag and tapped out the ash into the frozen grass.

“As a medical professional, I prefer not to watch people die.”

Chilchuck released the smoke through his nose, rolling his eyes. “Preference doesn’t matter much to us, does it?”

“I guess not.”

Another long drag. He’d somehow blasted half the cigarette already. “You sound like my youngest,” Chilchuck breathed, with a fondly exasperated smile. Laios shifted around, his cheeks going pink in the cold. “She’s in the middle of some kind of health course and it’s got her all freaked out. ‘Daddy, don’t smoke those, they’ve got rat poison in ‘em!’” Chilchuck said, affecting a raspy falsetto. “It was kinda cute, but she was pretty upset,” he sighed. “She was crying. Must be a pretty heavy-handed program.”

“I had that growing up,” Laios said. "They had a cop come in and everything. Showed us pictures of tracheotomies.”

“Is that what they’re doing?” Chilchuck hissed. “She’s nine! She’s too young for that shit. I’m gonna complain to the PTA.”

“Hey, it kept me off. Do you want her on it?”

Chilchuck’s mouth drew into a long, thin line. “I guess not.”

They stood there, Chilchuck smoking, Laios doing fuck all with his hands in his pockets. Chilchuck wondered why he was out here at all if he hated cigarettes and smoking so much. It was biting cold, blustery, damp. It was a holiday weekend and there was only a matter of time before they got another Narcan call, he could be catching a nap before rush hour, but he was here.

“Does it help?” Laios asked. “With the stress, I mean.”

“Gives me an excuse to step out,” Chilchuck shrugged. “Gives me something to look forward to. Gives me a reason to breathe in and out for a few minutes that isn’t that dippy yoga shit.”

“Have you ever done it? That dippy yoga shit?”

“Hell no.”

“You want to try it? I can show you a few poses.”

Chilchuck choked on smoke, something he hadn’t done in twenty years. “You? Yoga?” The ass definition suddenly made a lot of sense.

“I don’t take classes, but you can learn a lot from YouTube videos.”

“Hm.” It had been the class aspect that turned him off the most. It felt somehow more embarrassing than just rocking up to the gym at three in the morning and dissociating on the treadmill for a few hours. “I’ll think about it.”

“I think it’d be fun,” Laios said, and Chilchuck almost believed him. “And it’s helped me, you know. After rough calls.”

Chilchuck sucked down the last of his cigarette and blew it upwards, a brief break in the wind allowing it to coil in upon itself in midair, minute particles glittering in the warm, flickering glow of the light post and simmering down in his lungs. He leaned down to smash the smoldering filter into the curb, putting the butt in his junk pocket to avoid being further nagged.

“Alright,” Chilchuck relented. “Why the hell not?”

Laios beamed at him. Chilchuck could think of a thousand reasons against meeting up with his boss to do anything that didn’t involve getting a beer, but looking at that self-satisfied grin gave him one very good reason in his favor. “It’s a date.”

“No it’s not!” Chilchuck squawked. Laios skipped away. Skipped. “It’s not a date, Laios!”

“See you then!”

“Nice HR violation!” Chilchuck screamed. “Mother fucker.” He muttered to himself, tapping his pack angrily against his palm and flipping up a lid for one more, just to spite him, and looked down at the neat rows of little paper cylinders, pristine and fresh.

Chilchuck crammed the box back into his pocket and trudged inside.  

[talkfastromance4]

I have had more thoughts about Sugar and Jake and I was wondering… what would Sugar do/feel like if Jake was deployed? In my mind she sleeps in his bed every night because she misses him, and that’s how he finds her when he comes home. What are your thoughts?

I love this so much I wrote a oneshot for it! Title is inspired by Leon Bridges “coming home”

Wanna hold you close—Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

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word count: 3.1k

warnings: pure fluff and more than likely navy inaccuracies but this is ficland and anything goes

Feedback, asks, comments/reblogs mean the world to me!

Enjoy!

It’s been a good day. You were able to get off work early and so did Jake so he came and picked you up then took you to the coffeeshop you both love. Once you got home, it was a little after three and you changed into comfy clothes then settled on the couch to watch a movie. You quickly fell asleep, head in Jake’s lap and his fingers in your hair. 

When you woke up just as the credits were rolling, Jake suggested going to The Lark, the restaurant he invited you to when the arrangement was first brought up. The two of you changed again, you put on a pretty pink dress and Jake wore an olive green ensemble that really brought out his eyes. 

It was a wonderful way to end the day but once dessert arrived, Jake’s brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong? Is your dessert not good?” you ask peering over at his plate. He had ordered a lemon meringue bar drizzled with raspberry and blueberry sauce. Upon your inspection, he hadn’t even taken a bite.

“No,” he shakes his head, twirling his fork in his fingers. “I have to tell you something.”

“Okay,” you feel a weight in your stomach. The spoonful of creme brulee is shaking slightly in the spoon. “Tell me.”

You start thinking he wants to end things, that you aren’t really what he wants and that this whole thing is a big mistake. His eyes are still downcast, a frown on his face as he stares at the prongs of his fork rotate over the red and blue drizzle. 

“I got called for a mission,” he says slowly. 

“Oh…” you exhale the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. “Well, it’s only a few days right?” you pop the sweet custard into your mouth.

“No, Sugar,” he sighs, setting his fork on his plate. His green eyes finally meet yours, they’re still sad. “It’s longer.”

“How much longer?”

“Forty-five days.”

The weight in your stomach plummets. The longest he’s ever been gone is a week, and you were fine then because you weren’t living with him yet and you were so busy with work and Betty. But now, now that you’ve gotten closer and comfortable and more familiar with each other…now his job really sets in. 

You knew he would be deployed eventually, while he’s a Top Gun instructor, he’s still an active duty pilot. Your throat turns dry and your mind starts to race of any and all possibilities. As if knowing what your mind is doing, Jake’s hand covers yours that’s holding the spoon and works your fingers open. The spoon clatters to the table.

You were gripping the spoon so tight your nails were digging into your palm and Jake peeled your fingers apart so he could trace over the four crescent shapes indented into your palm.

“Sugar, look at me,” he says softly but you can’t find the will to do so. 

“Can we go?”

***

You remain silent in your thoughts on the drive home, Jake’s hand placed in its usual spot on your knee, his thumb stroking circles on your thigh. Once you’re home, you’re the first to get out and Jake follows you all the way to the wine room that’s just off the kitchen. His hands are in his pockets watching you go to the corner that holds your favorite wine.

In the kitchen, you’re struggling with the wine opener but Jake takes it easily from you and opens the wine for you. You lift it up and walk towards the back door, Jake following after he grabs two glasses. You flicked the string of lights on and fell onto the couch, taking a deep drink of the wine. 

“Okay, no glasses,” Jake sighs and sits next to you, watching you. “Okay that’s enough for now, y/n.”

Some wine dribbles down your chin, but Jake is quick to swipe it away with his thumb. 

“Are you mad?” Jake asks, suddenly feeling helpless. He’s never seen you act this way before. 

“No,” you tumble your fingers with his so you’re holding his hand. You trace the circumference of his Navy ring. “When do you leave?”

“Two days.”

Your head snaps up.

“So soon?”

“That’s the Navy, Sugar,” he nods, scooting closer to you on the couch. He cups your cheek.

“What are you…what do you have to do?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why is it so long?”

“Can’t tell you that either,” he smiles sadly and you sigh. 

“Is it dangerous?”

“That’s always a possibility,” he licks his lips as he nods. 

“You’ll come home, right?”

“Trust me, leaving you is the hardest thing ever. I’m already counting down the days and I haven’t even left yet.”

Those words make your eyes sting and you quickly press into him, Jake’s arm wrapping around your back. You have to remind yourself that he’s not leaving you for someone else. He’s leaving for his job and it has nothing to do with you. 

For the next two days, you ask him all the questions you have and he answers as best he can. He reminds you that you can use the credit card he gave you for anything you need and that payments are already set up for Betty. Texting and calling won’t be easy but emails will work best and he promises he’ll respond when he can. 

Jake has no problem saying yes to you except when you ask if you can be there when he leaves and he says no. 

“You don’t want me there?”

“If you’re there, Sugar, I won’t get on the damned plane,” he pulls you into his chest. He kisses the top of your head. “I’d be kicked out for insubordination of not listening to my Commander.”

You’re giggling then but you know he’s telling the truth. You lift your head so your chin is resting on his chest as you gaze up at him. 

“I wouldn’t let you go either,” you admit and he bends down to give you a sweet kiss. 

***

The first day you felt his vacancy immediately, even though you woke up as he came into your room to say goodbye. He was in his service khakis and had a large duffel bag over his shoulder. He whispered your name softly then whispered sweet words and reminders before kissing you so sweetly you had no clue how he was able to pull away. 

“I’ll be coming home to you, Sugar, I promise,” he whispered. 

You held onto his hand as long as you could, watching him back out of your room. He told you to get some more sleep, blew you a kiss, stared at you for ten more seconds before leaving. It wasn’t until you heard the front door shut that you started to cry. 

You researched about Navy Fighter Pilots but only found articles or blogs from retired members that recounted the good ole’ days of their time in the service. They were great reads but not what you needed. You found a blog of wives, girlfriends, and other partners but theirs were mainly about how their children missed the one who was gone and what stores had the best deals.

By day nine you kept glancing at his open doorway in his room. You’ve only been in there once, when he gave you the tour of the house. You were aching to go in there but wanted to respect his privacy. 

You emailed him each day but still had no response back. Some of the articles said no news is good news but you were feeling the opposite. If something happened to him you wouldn’t know because you’re not family. You contemplated reaching out to his sisters, Annie and Nora but you haven’t met them so you thought that’d be weird. 

By day twelve you’re getting antsy from not hearing from Jake and you’re tossing and turning in your bed as wind howls against your windows. You haven’t been sleeping all that well since Jake left and you grab your phone to use the flashlight and you head towards his room. 

You flick on his lights just as lightning flashes beneath the blinds of his windows. His bed is clean and pristine and you see a piece of paper on the nightstand nearest the door. You recognize Jake’s handwriting immediately and begin to read:

In case you get cold and want a fire, the remote for the fireplace is on the coffee table by the couch. Feel free to use it as much as you’d like. See you soon, Sugar. Thinking of your smile as I fly through the skies. X Jake

That makes you smile and you shuffle over to the couch finding the remote exactly where the note indicated. It’s easy enough to figure out. When the fire ignites, you turn it to the medium setting, warmth emitting from it immediately. You grab the large knitted blanket from the couch and plop down, the cushions are comfy as a bed. You watch the flames flicker and dance and then you’re fast asleep.

By day twenty-two you’ve been sleeping on Jake’s couch every night and that’s when you finally get an e-mail from him. He apologizes for taking so long. The internet is pretty spotty on the carrier and it’s hot as hell, he says he’s never not sweating. He said he’s bunking with Rooster and it reminds him of their first years during flight school, Rooster always talks to him at night. 

He doesn’t mind so much now because Rooster asks questions about you and Jake is all too willing to talk about you. He ends the e-mail by reminding you the forty-five days are halfway up and he can’t wait to come home and see you. He also includes a photo of him and the squad on the carrier. It’s a little blurry but he’s in his real flight suit with his aviators on, his hair blowing in the wind. 

You printed it out and placed it against the stack of aviation books on the coffee table so it was the first thing you’d see.

Day thirty-seven had you rethinking your sleeping arrangement. During a very real dream, you rolled onto the floor and smacked your head on the coffee table. You saw several stars before you sat up and decided to move to the bed. You’re not sure which side he slept on so you chose the left side. His cologne and aftershave washed over you, his pillow plush and smelling more like him as you laid down. 

You made sure to put Jake’s picture against the lamp so you could see him.

It was the best sleep you’ve had since he left so you decided to sleep there until he got home. You’d make sure to wash the sheets so he’d be none the wiser. Sometimes, to help you fall asleep, you’d play The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face and you’d dream of him.

Reynolds assured you that Jake is very good at what he does and that he will come home without a hair out of place. You appreciated his assurance but you missed talking with Jake and eating with him in the kitchen or finding him in the pool when you’d come home from work. 

Day forty-five came and went and you were a worried mess. 

What could that mean? Was he hurt? Did they get stuck in bad weather? Do Navy Pilots get layovers?

All the thinking and worrying gave you a migraine so you called in sick and slept  with the fire on. The sheets were cool on your neck and head, the bump from the coffee table pulsated in pain every time you moved. 

***

As soon as the debriefing was done at the hangar, Jake bolted out of there so fast to his truck. His windshield wipers were on the highest setting as he raced home to you. He was irritated he had to stay for an extra three days because that was an extra three days away from you. 

Because he was still on duty, he couldn’t call or text or e-mail you until they were back at the main hangar. He’d thought of you everyday and kept a photo of you tucked away in his pocket and cockpit when he was flying. He took it while you were out for brunch and you found a small patch of flowers. You knelt down to pick them and Jake took his phone out so he could capture the moment.

He called your name and when you looked up, he snapped a photo. Embarrassed, you held up your hand laughing as he tried to get a clear shot of your face. It was his favorite photo. He gazed at it when he woke up, tuning out Rooster’s monotone snores.

When he was flying and things got dicey in the sky, he’d look at your smiling face and find it within him to persevere and give the enemy pilots hell. You filled him with adrenaline and a purpose so when three extra days went by he was antsy. 

He wanted to call you and let you know that he’s on his way home–on his way to you–but the numbers on his truck’s screen reminded him it was too late. You’re probably sleeping and he didn’t want to wake you in a panic, even though he was sure you’ve been panicking the last seventy-two hours. 

When he finally pulled into the garage and ran inside without his duffel bag. He took the stairs two at a time then noticed your door was open. Usually you sleep with it closed so that concerns him. He was even more concerned when he didn’t find you in your bed. 

Panicking, he ran downstairs but didn’t find you in the living room so he ran back upstairs. His door was opened wider than he usually keeps it so he went to investigate. Seeing you curled up in his sheets and comforter hit him with such want and a deep rooted care for you that he had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. 

The fire was on and old re-runs of Friends was on his tv. He approaches you quietly, kneeling on his side of the bed (you were hugging his pillow tightly) when he notices the picture he sent you leaning against the lamp. That filled him with more glee. 

“Sugar,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers on your forehead and into your hair. “Hey…Sugar.”

You groan and shift, mumbling his name. 

“Sugar, I’m home,” he says a little louder, fingers still in your hair. 

“Am I dreamin’?” you mumble again into his pillow. 

“No, baby, I’m right here. Open your eyes,” he chuckles and your eyes flash open. 

“Jake!” you launch yourself at him and he has to brace himself so he doesn’t fall back on his knees. You breathe in his hair, his shampoo is different but you smell his aftershave, a little bit of sweat and his cologne and you feel comforted.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Sugar,” he kisses your shoulder. “Had a little difficulty getting home.”

“I was so worried, I didn’t know if I should contact someone or who I would even–”

“I made sure you’d be notified, but you don’t have to worry about that now. I’m home.”

“You’re home,” you repeat weakly. You fall back into his bed, pulling Jake with you. He hovers over you, one arm squashed beneath your back and the other caressing your face.

“And you’re in my bed,” he smiles.

“I–I couldn’t sleep. I found your note and I was sleeping on your couch with the fire on but then I fell and hit my head on the table so I tried your bed and it smells like you and is so comfy but you’re home now so I’ll leave–”

He silences you with a kiss that turns from sweet to passionate in seconds. You move further back to the center of the bed, yanking Jake with you. You hear his shoes fall to the floor, lips still connected as he lays over you. 

“Don’t want you to leave,” he mumbles on your lips. “Stay here with me.”

“Okay,” you whisper tugging his comforter over him. His body heat fills your space quickly, the weight of him on top of you feels so nice. He gives you another deep kiss, the arm moving from beneath your back to your waist. 

“Is this my Navy shirt?” he asks staring down at the shirt you’re wearing. 

“Um..yeah. I saw it folded on your bathroom sink when I used the bathroom one night and I like when you wear it so I…borrowed it. Is that okay?”

“Seeing you in my bed and in my shirt…it’s more than okay, Sugar,” he grins. “Better than I’d dreamed it would be. How long have you been sleeping in here?”

“Since you e-mailed me the first time…” you admit sheepishly. You’re tracing your finger over the chain of his dog tags that spilled out of his shirt when he clambered onto his bed. “If that’s weird–”

He’s kissing you again, this time rolling over so you’re laying on his chest. His hands are gripping your waist as you adjust yourself over him, his fingers tickling you in the process and you’re giggling. 

“What?” he asks, adjusting his head on his pillow.

“You’re interrupting me a lot,” you laugh. 

“I’d apologize but I wouldn’t mean it. I missed you so much, Sugar. Finding  you in my bed and my shirt is the best homecoming I’ve ever had.”

You bite your lip, his sweet words heat up your cheeks. Being in this position gives you the opportunity to touch his face, he has a bit of a beard on his cheeks. A little sunburn on his nose and forehead. 

“Do you want to watch a movie or have a midnight snack?”

“No, just wanna hold you close.”

You’re half draped over him, his arm holding you against him and your hands joined on his stomach. You’re playing with each other’s fingers, staring at each other in the dim glow of his fireplace. When your eyes start to get heavy you blink them open quickly to stay awake. 

“Go to sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up,” he promises with a kiss to your head. 

“Welcome home, Jake,” you whisper then close your eyes. 

You’re safe and warm tucked against him, the sound of his heart lulling you to sleep, his thumb rubbing your hand and the soft hum of him singing your song sends you off into dreamland.

[rambleonwaywardson]

Clegan Olympics AU Drabble

Gale and John re-watch Gale's cross-country run, and John worries about Gale's well-being. As requested by @lenabutler 😊 We are being real flexible with the word "drabble" here because none of these are going to actually be anywhere near that short!

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Gale and John are sitting at the bar on the upper story of USA House. It’s like a frat party in here, with the music and the lighting, the drinking, sports on the big screen, and rooms full of hot as hell athletes. And yet the two of them, as usual, manage to make it feel like they’re the only two people in the world. 

They’ll join the other gymnasts (and a massive crowd of team USA athletes) to watch women’s gymnastics in a bit, but for now it’s just them. Bucky sips on a beer that he probably should not be allowed to have with some competition still left to go. But he’s questionably decided that it’s fine as long as he limits himself to one and then has a lot of water for the rest of the night. Gale, opting for something non-alcoholic this time, denied all of Bucky’s ridiculous virgin drink suggestions and has settled on water. Bucky tells him he’s boring. 

“Here,” Gale says, pushing his phone across the bar so it’s in front of Bucky. 

Bucky taps the screen to see the title of the video. “Cross country?”

Gale nods and bites down on a tortilla chip from the bowl they ordered to share. “You said you wanted to see my run. So here it is.” 

“I do wanna see it,” Bucky agrees. “Even if it scares the shit out of me.”

Gale scoffs. “You’re doing some of the most dangerous tumbling passes in the world. But this scares you?”

“Yes!” Bucky exclaims. He plucks the rest of the chip out of Gale’s hand and pops it into his own mouth. “You’re going so fast. And you have to trust her to get you over safely. All I gotta trust is myself.”

“Hey.” Gale shakes his head and points to himself and Whiskey paused on the screen. “I trust that mare with my life more than any human being on this planet. Now watch.”

Gale patiently talks Bucky through the whole nine minute course, pausing the video to explain things here and there. The alternate routes at some of the obstacles and why a rider would choose to take them or not. What he was thinking at any given moment – change the stride count here, rein her in there, let her have her head over that jump, don’t fuckin’ fall off – and why some of the jumps are harder or easier than others. “These jumps are a lot bigger than they look,” he tells Bucky. “Especially the tables.”

“They look pretty damn big,” Bucky replies, wondering how they could possibly be bigger than he even thinks they are. 

He bites his lip as he watches, willing Gale and Whiskey to make it over every obstacle even though he knows they do. When Whiskey trips jumping down a bank, his breath catches when he sees Gale snap backwards in the saddle, his back twisting uncomfortably as he tries to keep himself and his horse straight and steady. 

“Did that hurt?” Bucky asks. 

Gale shrugs. 

“It did, didn’t it?”

“I mean, nothing I’m not used to.” Gale gives him a pointed look that says just watch the damn video, and Bucky closes his mouth for the moment. 

When he watches Whiskey spook at one of the spectators though, he gasps as he watches Gale lose his balance in the saddle, his back once again fighting to stay steady. Gale hadn’t mentioned that he’d nearly come off at one point, and Bucky says as much. 

“Don’t be dramatic,” Gale says. “I wasn’t even close to coming off.”

Bucky doesn’t relent, though. “No wonder your back hurts all the damn time.”

“I’m fine, John.”

Bucky pauses the video and looks at him. “No, I’ve seen you grimacing cause it hurts to breathe sometimes this week. I’m not stupid.”

The corner of Gale’s mouth quirks up. “As I said, nothing I’m not used to.”

Bucky frowns. “That’s not normal, Gale. It’s not normal for breathing to hurt!”

Gale shrugs. “It’s my normal.”

Bucky stares at him, at a loss. “God, you’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re a hypocrite,” Gale points out. He motions to Bucky’s leg, and Bucky huffs. “That’s what I thought. Now watch the damn video.”

Bucky asks a lot of questions at the end that he didn’t get to ask before. Does Gale wear any protective gear? – yes, he has an inflatable vest with a cord attached to the saddle, so when he falls, the cord pulls and the vest inflates. How long have he and Whiskey been training for this? – six years, not counting groundwork before she was three. Are the water complexes as fun as they look? – sure, if you like getting wet. Does it feel like they’re going as fast as it looks like they’re going? – feels like he’s flying. Are horses scared of water? – some of them. Does Gale ever feel afraid? – Gale hesitates, but he says, not really. A horse can feel if you’re afraid, so you have to act like you aren’t even if you are. You convince even yourself.

Bucky frowns when he sees Gale grimace again as he breathes in. He reaches a hand out, places it hesitantly on Gale’s back, digs his fingers into the tight muscle there. Gale bites his lip and leans into the touch. “You’re an idiot,” Bucky says, even as he offers this little, inadequate massage. 

“What? Cause I keep doin’ my sport even when I’m in pain?” Gale frowns, getting defensive. “So do you.”

Bucky shakes his head. “Darling, you wouldn’t believe how much PT, heat, ice, bodywork, and rest I need on a weekly basis. Even before I screwed this thing up.” With his free hand, he points to his knee, which he currently has taped up for extra support due to the mild discomfort he’s been experiencing the last couple days. Then he points at Gale again. “You, on the other hand, seem to do absolutely nothing for yourself.”

Gale shrugs. “I stretch.”

“Oh you stretch, do you?” Bucky mocks. “How often?”

Gale shifts uncomfortably. “…Sometimes.”

“Buck!”

Gale glares at him. “I’m fine,” he says again. 

“You are not.”

Gale works his jaw, but he doesn’t disagree again. He sighs quietly as Bucky tries to work at some of the knots in his back, and it makes Bucky smile even though this man and his disinterest in keeping himself functional frustrate him to no end. Gale relaxes under Bucky’s touch, and a strand of hair flops over his forehead as he looks down at the bar top. Bucky watches his shoulders tense and relax, muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his team USA t-shirt. He’s all too aware that they’re in a public place.

He can’t resist leaning in to kiss Gale softly on the lips though. When he pulls away, Gale blinks up at him, that little hint of a smile on his face. “What was that for?”

Bucky shrugs. It wasn’t for anything, really. But also it was for everything. 

“You’re an idiot,” he says again, making Gale roll his eyes. 

“Hey lovebirds!” Curt calls out. He approaches from behind and shoves in between them. He gives them both a look that’s half grossed out and half amused. “Quit with the PDA and get down there with the rest of us. The girls are on.”