#if she doesn't start cooling down by fall

[grottosandgargoyles]

I Could've Been Your Girl. - Fem!Singer!Homeowner x Chance

★ : summary : the aftermath of realising Chance

★ : content aware! : irresponsible drinking but only a little bit, one mention of blood in a non-violent setting

★ : authors note :: thank you for all the love on Critical Hit! Ive been seeing lots of people say Chance has mega angst potential, and i was listening to some She & Him this morning and I just had to write this. Apologies in advance.

★ : genre :: angst, hurt/comfort, songfic

It doesn't matter, if I were willing

It doesn't matter that the lights are turned down low

Oh oh

I know you have to go

You watched Chance walk out of the door of the house with his soft smile and his suitcase, albeit not a very full one, and find yourself slouched against the door as his Uber drives off. You’d waited till last to realize him. It was selfish, and you knew it, but you wanted to remain in your sweet boy’s arms as long as you could. But it couldn’t last forever. Chance deserved the opportunity to be free too. To go to college, to open the G&G therapy office he’d fantasised about having, and who were you to stop him? Just a girl with a BFA in Customer Services and an insatiable crush on her D20. Not that it mattered anymore. Chance had taken off without you, just as every other object had done, leaving your home quiet and empty. 

You stumble to the kitchen, where Bev used to be, and grab the nearest and fullest bottle, and bypass a cup of any sort. Hours that night are spent on the couch, the cool glass of the bottle now warm after being in your clammy hands for so long, tears streaming down your face as you rewatch the Fantasy High Dimension 20 campaign, in a faint hope of feeling somewhat connected to Chance. You stare at your phone until you fall asleep, hoping that somehow, for some reason, he’ll text and say he misses you.

That text never comes.

It doesn't matter, I fought my heart

It's broke and shattered to a million and one

I'm done

I guess I haven't won

Trying to get over Chance is not an easy feat. You fall into a rut. Get up. Eat some sort of instant noodle. Work. Stalk the local college instagram for photos of Chance, after you saw him amongst a group of G&G players in a freshers week photo. Nothing really seems to work. You try therapy. You hit the club. You download Tinder and then uninstall it after 3 swipes, feeling like you’re cheating on Chance every time you look at another man. You’re in a new hell every time his little giggle crosses your mind, each time you recall the way his thumb would slide across your cheek, a fresh, hot tear rolls down instead. You daydream a lot. About what it would have been like to just keep him here. Your mind rolls off regularly to the thought of making the taller man breakfast every morning, his coffee just how he likes it and his eggs over-easy. How you’d kiss him good morning and kiss him goodnight, yet all you got was these lousy sunglasses. One evening, after a few too many shots, you threw them. Hard, and with so much anger that their metal frames crumpled under the weight of the loss of your love, lenses a shower of sharp confetti on the floor. The mess was still there, in the corner of the living room. You couldn't bear to clean it up. 

Because it was all you had left of you and him now.

Cause I could've been your girl

And you could've been my four leaf clover

If I could do it over

I'd send you the pillow that I cry on

The only thing that brings you some solace in all of this is music. An old guitar you’d found in the attic after everyone had left, one of the few hobbies or activities that had never activated the dateviators. It became your lifeline for a little while, strumming softly to yourself as you sat between old character sheets Chance had left in your desk drawers. Eventually, you graduate to writing your own songs and recording them on your shitty iPhone camera. They start off shaky, but pick up traction within a few tunes, and the next thing you know, you’re on your own adventure. Making soft, sweet music about your long-gone lover, a signature D20  dice necklace becoming a staple of your musician self, with fans begging you to release your own one as merch. You can’t bring yourself to do that, but you do eventually go on a small tour, playing little arenas and university student’s unions, and you finally start to pick yourself back up onto your feet.

You agree to play a small set at Valdivian Tech, for their Psychology department ball, and you show up, eager as ever with your white guitar and the red and gold D20 slung around your neck like a good luck charm, pressed right over your heart. Students file in, all chatting excitedly, dressed up for the evening, and there's a small round table at the front for the students with the highest averages. 

Chance finds himself in a blazer and shirt, a D20 pin on his lapel. He wasn't overly happy to be having to go to a party of any kind, let alone a ball, but he had an award to accept, and besides, the whole G&G group were going too, so he may as well just suck it up for an evening and go. The red pin glimmers in the evening light as he and his friends walk from their dorm to the student’s union, where the ball is being hosted. There's chatter, and drinks, and ridiculously small bites of food being carried about on fancy silver trays as he enters the hall. He takes a glass of champagne and the all too small snacks as he and the others in his adventuring party take their seats at the awards table. The evening runs well and Chance is given some sort of plaque, accepted with a warm smile and a small talk on his current research, He sits back in his seat, glass to his lips when his professor ways words he never thought he’d hear:

“And to finish the evening, we are graced by the wonderfully talented Y/N L/N.”

He swears he almost drops his glass. Almost.

It doesn't matter, I'll just be gone

And if you see me

Just move on

Cause you

Are free

And never meant to be

It takes everything in you to stay professional when you two lock eyes. You feel your vision cloud with tears and quickly blink them back as you take your seat, guitar hitched on your knee. His eyes are transfixed, glued to the D20 around your neck. You were there. Sat in front of him, positively glowing, and it all rushes back to him. Every campaign replays in his head. Every time you laughed at his nerdy jokes, or played a game of Sandylands with him and Parker. Chance’s head spins and he can’t tell if he’s drunk on alcohol or the sweet smell of the perfume you’d always worn. Some things never change,eh?

You clear your throat and the wave of nausea hits him again as you speak, confirming that it’s not the alcohol that's the problem. You look ahead into the crowd, and smile. “It’s such a pleasure to be here, at Valdivian Tech, to help you celebrate your wonderful achievements. For this first song…” Your eyes lower to meet Chance’s gaze, for the first time in a long time, and you exhale softly “This is I Could Have Been Your Girl…”

He swears his heart leaps out of his chest and shatters on the floor in front of him, his sweet traveller’s voice filling the room.

“Cause I could've been your girl

And you could've been my four leaf clover

If I could do it over

I'd send you the pillow that I cry on”

He’s never sat so still in his life. The metallic taste of blood filling his mouth as he bites the insides of his cheeks just to stop himself crying then and there. He had left, because that's what everyone else had done. He had a mission, and it was to make others happy, through the magic of Grottos and Gargoyles, but he had forgotten, in the buzz of college and of his new human body, that he had a human that had made HIM happy, and all he had managed to do was break her heart. He spent the whole rest of the evening with his eyes on your hands, the way they glide across the neck of the guitar with an effortless, practiced grace, the same way your hands had moved minis across a map. 

“Dude, you’re like, so totally eyeing her up” His friend laughs, getting a round of laughs from everyone at the table as he’s elbowed in the side, faking a laugh along with them. The ball draws close after a few hours, and Chance makes a piss-poor excuse to go and wait at the back of the student’s union for you to exit the stage door. He’d run a few larger scale G&G events there, so knew where a guest would exit from. He sees you  start to climb into a car, and he prays for a nat 20 roll on his agility, as he runs towards the car at godspeed.

“Y/N! Please! Please- Wait…” He pants, hands on his knees to catch his breath, as your driver looks at you with a confused and concerned look. You look at Chance, and slide your guitar into the backseat. “Go on without me, Henry. I can make it back to the hotel myself, this is important.” The driver nods, and speeds off, as you stand face to face with him. He’s red. Very red. He matches the D20 pin on his lapel and the one around your neck, that he carefully moves to hold between his fingers. “Y/N… I…” He lets out a shaky exhale as you shake your head softly “You’re doing so well, Chance. Look at you, winning awards. I'm so proud of you. Please, don’t apologise for having moved on-” 

“Moved on? Y/N, don’t you dare say I’ve moved on- I- I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left. The number I had for you, it never seemed to connect, and I- fuck, Y/N. I haven’t gone a night without wondering where you are, what you’re doing, and what lucky man gets to have you in his arms-” He chokes out a sob at the thought of there being someone else and gravity forces your hand into his and your spare hand to his chin, and you don’t think. No, you don’t think when you press your lips against his to shut him up and he doesn’t think when he kisses you back. 

Air unfortunately becomes scarce, and you pull apart. His face is covered in tears and you rush to wipe them away. “That song… It was about me, wasn’t it?” He asks through broken gasps, his arms wrapping around you like you’ll disappear. You nod, and he cries harder. Oh, does he cry. You pull back, and dry his face once again, and smile softly at your precious D20.

“If i give you my number, maybe we can write something happier, together? Maybe you could come back to my hotel with me, i-if you arent busy-!”

“I’d like that, Y/N. I’d like to be your lucky shot, your four leaf clover.”

[marisandini-chu-blog]

You know what today is?

MO SHA'S ARC! MO SHA'S ARC! MO SHA'S ARC!

Last week's episode really rattled the fandom as the reveal of ALIENS drop into the setting. People immediate went into speculation mode of whether Hero X came with that ship — regardless if it's actually alien or from the future.

Personally, I still think Hero X is simply a civilian, just like us. Because that's the appeal of what made a lot of people drawn to him.

Don't get me started of ths Spotlight's leader. It would seem they don't know all the plans the Comission have involving Fear. But they do have their own research lab to make tools that take advantage of Fear like a versatile dopamine.

Ghostblade's arc would be a curious one because the possible connection with the plane crash and Johnny's father/Former X.

One of the things I've always been curious about the conflicts in TBHX is the type of heroes conflict that got so bad; it's nor strange for the Plane Crash be the reason of sabotage between heroes.

Like, I'm so confused about Liu Zhen's motive. He found out the Commission DID cover-up that the plane crash wasn't an acciddent and hid it so Cyan could live a normal life, BUT WHO'S CONNECTION DID YOU USE TO GET IT?! MICKEy?!

Anyway, time for one of the edgiest Hero's time to shine.

PAPA JOHNNY ALREADY?!

ALDBDKBDKEHRKFJDHDUDJFJJF

@subtextdecoder YOU WERE RIGHT! HE FUCKING KILL HIM! ON THE FIRST 30 SECOND TOO!!!!

BRUTAL!!!

Wait, huh, he has a large family?

The PV had him look like he was experimented on though... did I misremember it? Huh?!?!?

Okay, for someone who is silent he actually talks a lot in his head just to be a "cool" assassin

No fucking way he became popular as a silent butcher....

OmG Mo Sha talks a lot about being a cool assassin and all I've seen is him being a total loser for being socially awkward

Not to mention he has such a childish view of right and wrong – or is that just him being in denial?

Mo Sha's Wife aaaaaaaaa!!!!

HE RESUED HER FROM BAGEL ALLEY?

NUONUO, GIRL. THE TRADITION IS STILL GOING STRONG!

176... wait aminute, wait a minute, that's roughly 6 months later... okay, not unrealistic to be freaking honest

No...

He did not....

He did not just...

IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?!?!?!

MO SHA YOU ABSOLUTE LOSER!!!

The woman never once look up from her phone... mood

EVEN IN HER WEDDING?!?!?!

SHE REPLIED IN HER PHONE!!!

I... This is supposed to be the edgiest character in TBHX... but this ended up to be more like a comedy...

These two are match made in heaven, goddamn

Oooooooooh, okay.... so having a child made Zhang Lan put down her phone and actually become someone who has to speak up in order to be a proper mother

Which mean abandoning the part of herself that made Mo Sha's fall in love with her in the first place

Now, whether Mo Sha can change too in order to be a father would be a different question entire

Is Mo Sha... have some sort of condition that gets easily overwhelmed by loud noises???

Is he perhaps afraid he could dislike or have proper emotion for his own daughter?

MO SHA YOU ABSOLUTE LOSER!!!! YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE DEADBEAT! I SWEAR I HOPE NUONUO FINDS OUT SO SHE COULD BEAT YOUR ASS!

The fact that Zhang Lan never remarried and always keeps in contact shows in a way she's still holding onto hope for Mo Sha, even if she has to make Nuonuo believe he's dead to keep her from holding onto the same hope

Bad influence? AHSHDJSHSJSHSH

I can't believe Luo Li and Mo Sha already have a one-sided beef before they officially meet

We're going to the crash site?! Fuck yeah!!!

I can't believe this is the hero put among the Top 10. What the fuck, Mo Sha does not deserve to be a top hero. He's too much of a loser to be one.

I can't even bring myself to call him Ghostblade. That name is too cool for him.

Though considering people know he's an assassin and still think of him as hero... in this universe Assassin aren't a questionable profession that someone could dream to be an Assassin and doesn't think it to be an outlier or anything.

EDIT: Hold on, I just realized something...

So the reason Mo Sha was so distressed at having to stop being a hero... was because he didn't want to go back being a butcher with his loud in-laws?!?!?

He could have still been a father if he just manage to communicate he wants to keep being a hero?!?!

Oh wait, no... he is silent because his followers believed him to be. He has to shed away his hero persona if he wants to change and be able to communicate with his family properly...

LEARN SIGN LANGUAGE THEN!!!

[spotaus]

Coda and Ichor! (Catacombtale Style!)

These two don't have a *ton* of interaction in the Main story, but since Ichor and Balance are the only two characters I've fully designed, Coda gets stuck next to him, haha!

BONUS art jumpscare:

These two actually exist in another project I'm working on too called Codex, which is basically just removing the UT aspects of Catacombtale and doing a lot more worldbuilding and character design!

Coda is older in Codex and is marked by an old God (which should get him jailed or killed, as it means for everyone else) but he hides it for years and years before he finally flees the complex he's living in to go confront the gods and stop their destructive path. Meanwhile Ichor is much the same, only he's much more ready and willing to help Coda without much prompting. Here he's also sort of a Koi Fish! (His brother is a Betta Fish)

[babeyun]

on the rebound ☆ p.sh [m]

synopsis: sunghoon doesn't mind babysitting for the neighborhood mothers - but he certainly doesn't mind when a certain eldest daughter is around to be taken care of, too. genre: acquaintances to ???. older!reader moment (because why not, but also it doesn't really come up.) angst, fluff, smut. this porn has plot, damnit! pairing: babysitter!park sunghoon x fem!older!reader ; mentions of heeseung x reader. word count: 6k rating: 18+. minors do not interact. warnings: swearing, alcohol (that they don't even drink LOL) mentions of toxic relationships, rebounds, reader is only older by a year. smut warnings: oral (f. rec),MUNCH!HOON!! PUSSY EATING ENTHUSIAST HOON!!! nipple play, subtle body worship (f. rec), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), sub!hoon x sub!reader (just trust me), creampie, subtle breeding kink, wayyy too much whining and whimpering, pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.) listen to: lie to girls - sabrina carpenter ; number one girl - rosé ; wait - dino ; btbt - b.i, soulja boy, devita ; die for you - the weeknd. author's note: this is for all my eldest daughters out there (not me but y'all stay safe!) i whipped this up while i was procrastinating studying for finals...so apologies if it's shitty (because it is shitty.) also, i dog on heeseung SOOO bad but i promise i love him i just needed someone. this being said, happiest birthday hoonie, i love u!

You and Sunghoon weren't strangers, you wouldn't go that far.

However, there was a good reason that you weren't friends – you were never home when he was at your parents' house. You'd moved out with your boyfriend a month or so into him babysitting your menace of a sister. She was well-behaved for him, but had been an absolute tornado of a child when your mother would ask you to babysit. You were actually the one who found Sunghoon through an ad on social media, and he'd been yet another thing to add to your parents' monthly budget.

Then again, no one told them to have another kid so late in their lives. Or yours, for that matter. You were eighteen when Mina was born, and it'd been a pretty rocky five years since then. You went off to college and didn't really get to see her grow up, and she soon learned you were someone she couldn't depend on emotionally because you were rarely able to stick around outside of holidays. It pained you, but you knew you'd eventually get the time to bond with her.

And that time came very quickly after meeting Sunghoon – because your boyfriend dumped you after six months, insisting he was too busy with school to maintain a relationship. Heeseung was a graduate student, and he tutored on the side for extra cash. Your parents funded your lifestyle, so you'd never worried about anything – until Heeseung sat you down and said that the relationship was stressing him out. 

Needless to say, a week after the breakup – you moved back in with your parents and left him to figure out the rent himself. It was a calculated move, but your parents agreed that you didn't need that kind of energy in your life. It didn't stop you from remembering all the other times Heeseung dogged you – from taking continuous 'breaks' from your relationship in the three years you were together, to falling prey to temptation (read: another woman grinding on him at a bar while you were two feet away.)

And you talked about him to every person you possibly could – including now, your little sister's babysitter as he washed dishes in your parents' kitchen. The conversation hadn't started out this way, he'd actually been telling you how much Mina talked about you while you were gone.

"Anyway, that kid loves you, man." He nodded as he slid a plate onto the drying rack, and you laughed softly. "Mina was born when I was a teenager. She just thinks I'm cool now, she'll go through the phase of hating me when she's older." You shrug.

"I wouldn't be so sure. She talks about you a lot, something about you playing a viobib?" His brow is arched, and you snort. "Violin. I played her the violin one time so she'd leave me alone. I'm surprised she talks to you so much, she has a hard time warming up to anyone. Even my boyfriend can't get her to talk to him."

His eyes narrowed slightly, "You have a boyfriend? Since when?" You shrug again. "Since before I met you. I guess I should say ex, though. Boyfriend is the title he prefers, but not the one he deserves. At least, not right now." You say pointedly, and his brows furrowed as he leans on the counter, arms crossed.

"Elaborate." "You're babysitting my kid sister, not giving me counseling."

"Consider it a perk for eldest daughters who act like they deserve shitty men." He says, a bite to his tone as you scrunch your nose. You sigh, nibbling your lip before rolling your eyes. "We're on-and-off. Sometimes I call it off, sometimes he does. He's in grad school and he tutors, and he said everything was stressing him out. He dumped me a bit ago, and I moved back in here. I'm surprised I haven't seen you around more."

"Right, so what about that arrangement is making you believe that you deserve this sort of behavior?" 

You peek up at him, his brows still furrowed as he awaits your answer. Your stomach tightens a bit as you blink. "I guess…I don't know, actually." "Okay, then ditch that loser." He shrugs, and you scoff. "He's not a loser. He's smart and sweet and we're just going through a rough patch." "If you have to justify his presence in your life or his treatment of you to your friends or anyone you talk about him to, then he's a loser. He sucks and he doesn't deserve to have access to you in any way." Sunghoon clasps his hands in front of himself, and you frown.

"He's nice enough." "Yeah, so is any other guy, babe. You're not gonna give just any dude a chance because he's 'nice enough,' are you?" He peers at you through his shaggy hair, and you feel your cheeks heat slightly in embarrassment. "The fact that you allow that behavior, seemingly quite often, will only make him make you his doormat. He'll do it over and over until he's sick of you, then he gets to dump you and make it seem like it was a mutual thing. You won't win in a situation like that." "It's not about winning." You mutter, grabbing a peach out of the fruit bowl in front of you. He leans back on the island, arms crossed in front of him. 

"Isn't it, though? There is always a prize and a player in a relationship. You," He taps the tip of your nose with his finger gently. "Are the prize, and he's the player. If he's not playing to win you, then he's playing to lose and wasting your time."

You stare into his eyes, not missing the way his brows jump as he leans slightly closer.

"Stop wasting your time on a shitty dude when you can do so much better. Especially if you're really as cool as Mina says. Kids don't lie about people they admire." His tone is slightly teasing, and you roll your eyes. "Mina has thrown eggs at me, I wouldn't be so sure she admires me." "I don't know, she said you're really nice to everyone. That you're funny, you can sing…dance…" Sunghoon lists a few things your sister said while you were asleep, and you feel your ears grow hot. "She also said you're the one who taught her how to do backflips, and that she wants to be like you when she grows up. I'd suggest getting that guy out of your life sooner rather than later so you can set a good example." "Did she mention him?" Your eyes snap up, and Sunghoon shrugs. "Once or twice. She said he makes you cry more often than not." You snort, shaking your head as you look down. "What does she know? She's five."

"Kids see things from an unbiased perspective, they're still learning how to be functioning humans. She associates him with you being upset, so I wouldn't be surprised if you told me that you're 'on a break' right now. I've been listening to you for five minutes and I already don't like this guy. If he cared, he'd be here. He doesn't care." "You're only saying that because it's what I need to hear." You roll your eyes as you avoid the rest of his spiel, and Sunghoon shakes his head, stealing a grape from the ones he washed for you earlier. "I'm saying that because it's the truth, and when I love, I make sure the person I love knows." "You don't even know him." You scowl, and he smirks. "Don't have to, babe. It's all over your face. You look defeated as hell when you talk about him." "Not your babe, Sunghoon." You shake your head, and he shrugs. "Could be, if you ditched that guy. I don't even know your favorite color but I can almost guarantee I'd be a better boyfriend than him."

"My favorite color is green." You mutter, and he leans closer to your face. "Anything else you wanna tell me about this guy?" "Why? You'll just be mean about it." You mumble, licking your lips when you feel his fingers tilt your chin up. He coos, "You're cute when you're defensive over a scumbag." "Stop that." You shove his hand away, and he smiles. "You need a rebound or something. All you've been able to talk about since you moved back is this guy. He sucks, babe." "Ugh, I know! Alright, I know he sucks, you don't have to rub it in." You frown, biting into the peach in your hand. "D'you know he'd never tell me I was pretty? I mean, I know I am, he didn't have to. But it would've been nice to hear every once in a damn while." You chew angrily, before hearing him laugh softly. "You have enough confidence for a man to feel like he doesn't need to tell you that. You carry yourself so well, it's honestly very sexy." You look up at him, meeting his eyes. They're calm and sincere, like he didn't just call you sexy in the middle of your kitchen while you're wearing a random t-shirt and sweatpants. "Me?" "Yeah, you. It's just us in here, Y/N." He snorts, "You seriously need to get over this guy. I don't like hearing you talk about this like you deserved it." "What do you know? You hardly know me." You know your voice sounds bitter, but it only spurs him on. "Don't need to know you super well to know you just need to feel appreciated." "Right, appreciated." You roll your eyes, tossing the half eaten peach in the trash. "Like I'm gonna find that in a rebound." "You can." He nods, making you snort. "Like who? You?" "Sure." He shrugs, and you nearly choke on your own spit. "What? Sunghoon, be serious." "I am being serious. If that's what it takes, I'm all for it." He shrugs again, like this is the most nonchalant thing ever, like he's not offering to fuck the bitterness out of you so you'll act normal again. You gawk at him, "Sunghoon, I cannot just use you like that. We hardly know each other, are you insane?" "Is it insane if I say I want you to?" He leans forward on the counter, a soft blush on his cheeks. You gape at him, his finger coming to close your mouth. "Does it matter how well we know each other? I'm sure it'll be a one time thing, and since we don't see each other often, I don't see the harm." "You want me to use you to get over my ex-boyfriend? You want to be my rebound?" You're shocked at his suggestion, he can tell as he shrugs. "You can use me anytime you want. Think about it." He winks, pushing off the island.

You feel your cheeks grow hot as he leaves the kitchen, letting you sit with your thoughts.

Sunghoon lived a mile away, in an apartment complex you helped him pick out once your parents hired him. Your mother had insisted he live in the house, but your father refuted by saying Sunghoon was a grown man, he needed his own space. You'd taken him to fill out the paperwork, and it was one of the last interactions you'd had with Sunghoon before moving out.

You sigh shakily, running your hands through your hair.

It wasn't the worst idea. You knew that Sunghoon wouldn't have offered it if he wasn't attracted to you, at least. You knew what it was like to feel desired, but something about the way Sunghoon looked at you made you feel giddy.

Maybe it was the promise of feeling something new, or the idea that you shouldn't do it – because he works for your parents. Getting involved with you could cost him his job, if anyone found out. 

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and you sigh as you reach to grab it.

Message From: Park Sunghoon (Babysitter) [8:32pm] you know where i live if you're down. [8:32pm] just let me know, gorgeous.

Fuck.

Bad idea, bad idea, bad fucking idea.

It hadn't even been a day since you and Sunghoon had the conversation in your parents' kitchen. Or rather, the awkward moment in your parents' kitchen. 

It'd been three hours. It was nearing midnight as you stood in front of the elevator, the cold December air biting at your exposed legs. You'd gone to a late dinner with your friend Aeri, and you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't admit that her encouragement is what got you into this predicament.

The elevator dings, revealing a young girl and her dog attempting to step out. You give her a soft smile, earning a nod and a have a good night as you step in. You press the button to the third floor, bouncing on your heels as the elevator starts moving. This could be the worst fuck of your life and you won't even know until after, or even during. What if it's the best fuck of your life and then you're just forced to be around him as his employer rather than a potential fuck buddy or even worse, a girlfriend? "Get it together, Y/N." You mutter to yourself, hearing the elevator ding as you reach the third floor. You step out, turning to the right and walking past three doors, before standing in front of his apartment. His doormat is that of a frat boy's – Please Don't Do Coke In Our Bathroom.

You snort, before knocking on the door softly. You hear rustling, and the lowering of a TV before the pitter-patter of dog feet. You hear him sigh as he unlocks the door, his face appearing before you as he opens it. He looks surprised.

"Y/N, what a pleasure." He speaks smoothly, and you roll your eyes. "It's cold, invite me in." You cross your arms across your chest, making him smile as he steps to the side. You walk in, shivering as you carefully step out of your heels. You squat to pet his dog, but she disappears behind his legs. You pout at him, and he just snorts. "She's shy."

"It's fucking freezing outside, Hoon." Your teeth chatter as he closes the door, taking your scarf as you hand it to him. "Well, you're barely dressed. I assume it would be cold when you're half naked." "Did you want me to wear layers and make this take ten times as long? Be serious." You huff, sliding your coat off. Granted, you'd put this dress on with the idea of going to a bar after dinner and posting thirst traps on your story for Heeseung to see and yearn for…

Which is shitty of you to appear in Sunghoon's apartment after thinking that way.

"I don't think you wore this for me, Y/N. You were at dinner with Aeri." He rolls his eyes, and you forget he also has your Instagram. "Man, just take the win. Do you wanna fuck me or not?"

He shrugs, "Do you want me to?" "You wouldn't have offered and I wouldn't have shown up if the answer to either of those questions was no." You say pointedly, and he clicks his tongue. "I guess you're right." "I usually am." You roll your eyes, making him laugh. "Here, have a seat." "What, are you gonna wine and dine me?" You tease, and he smirks, disappearing into his kitchen. "Could say that." You take a seat on his couch, looking around the apartment. He's decorated in a very Sunghoon  way – lots of black decorations and shelving on the exposed brick, an array of books on a shelf to the left of his desk and a record player. You look at his coffee table, the fashion magazines and editorials stacked high.

"You always snoop through people's things?" His voice rings behind you as he holds two glasses and a bottle of wine you're sure you've seen only in your father's reserve. You huff, "Well you leave me here to entertain myself, I'm bound to look around." "Valid. Come on." He tilts his head for you to follow him, your cheeks aflame as you do just that. He leads you down to his bedroom, a large bed with a black duvet in the middle of the room. More books, a few incense candles, a few figurines in the corner of his room. "I like what you've done with the place." "Thanks, it only took fucking forever to figure out what I wanted to do. I think the exposed brick makes for a bigger headache than those home bloggers make it out to be." 

It makes you feel at ease, how easy conversation can be with Sunghoon. He doesn't make anything feel inorganic, but he also doesn't talk more than necessary in order to get his point across.

"How long were you with that guy, anyway? Here, put this on." He holds out a pair of sweatpants, which you take with a quizzical look. "Three years. Uh, Hoon, the point is to be naked here, not put on more clothes." "Is that how it was with him? You'd just show up and strip?" He rolls his eyes, digging a shirt out of his dresser for you. You feel your cheeks warm as he hands it to you, before giving you a glance. "Was it?" "...Kind of." You look at your feet, and he sighs. "Yeah, well…I don't play that. Do you need help getting your dress off?" "Oh, yeah. Just the zipper." You turn, pulling your hair to the front. You feel his fingers graze your back, before he tugs the zipper down in one go. He snaps your bra strap playfully, "We can lose this, though." "Yah!" You swat his hand away, making him laugh as he turns away. "Do you want to watch something or just talk?" "We can watch something, whatever is fine. Just nothing scary, my room is spooky at night." You shudder as you undo your bra, folding it in your hand before tugging the shirt over your head. "Oh, do you intend on driving home after?" "Did you want me to stay?" Your words sound a bit bitter, and that only makes Sunghoon frown as he scours the selection on HBO from his bed. "Dude, the more things you say, the more scummy I realize this guy was to you. Next thing you know you'll tell me he never went down on you." You freeze, and Sunghoon gapes at you as you turn around, pulling the shirt down your torso. "Y/N, you've got to be kidding me." "No, he did a few times, I swear!" You try to defend him, but Sunghoon only scoffs out a laugh. "That's fucking insane. Like, actually insane." "Hoon, you're embarrassing me." You whine, and he only blinks. "Why would you be embarrassed that he didn't wanna eat you out? That in itself is embarrassing for him. Real men eat pussy, and they eat it with gusto." "Shut up." You cover your face with your hands as you hear him sigh. "I'm just saying. Now, come on. Either put the pants on or lie the hell down." You huff, shoving the pair of sweats on before joining him on his bed. This is normal, friends fuck all the time.

Except you and Sunghoon are not friends.

You must've spaced out, because the feeling of Sunghoon squeezing your knee makes you jolt. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing." You lie, shaking your head. He hums, turning his attention to the random movie on the television. "You're a bad liar, you know?" "Am not." Scoffing, you turn to face him. Your knees hit his outer thigh as you turn, and he gives you a lazy smile. "You are. You were staring off into space and chewing on your cheek for like, five minutes. What's up?" You scrunch your nose, looking down at your hands as he tilts his head. "You can tell me, you know. I don't judge." "Don't you, though? I mean, I'm here after you absolutely dogged on my ex earlier." You snort, and he smiles. "I'm judging your ex, not you. Well, not right now at least. I will always dislike the fact that you think you deserved that treatment, let alone from a guy who probably couldn't even make you cum." Your eyes snap to his, shock across your face as he pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Babe, come on." "He was nice!" You whine, and Sunghoon just laughs in disbelief. "Don't laugh! It's not funny!" Your lip is jutted out in a pout, before Sunghoon maneuvers you onto his lap. He makes you move up closer, your ass resting high on his thighs. "He really didn't make you finish?" You groan, adjusting yourself to sit comfortably. "I mean, he did a few times. Just not as often as I would've liked. I don't want to talk about him." You rub your temples, Sunghoon's hands finding home on your hips. "Okay, we don't have to. Tell me what you like." "What I like?" You repeat, and he nods. "Yeah. Like…positions. Any kinks, anything I should know to make this the best experience possible."

"...Does it matter?" Your voice is meek, and he rolls his eyes. "Yes, it matters. I want you to feel good. If you don't know, I can figure it out. You just have to trust me." You feel your chest warm at his words, and you glance at his face as he speaks again. "We can go as slow as you want, this is about you." "But what about you?" You toy with the hem of your shirt, and he smiles. "I'll enjoy myself either way, don't worry about me." His hands squeeze your hips gently as he looks down at you. "You okay?" "I'm nervous." You mumble, looking away as he coos. "Baby, you don't need to be nervous. It's just me." His hand comes to hold your jaw gently, making you face him. He squeezes your cheeks gently, making your lips pucker.

"You're so pretty." He smiles as he compliments you, making you roll your eyes in embarrassment. "Stop." "Why? You are. Pretty little thing." He's teasing you, your hands now holding onto his wrist as he inches closer. "Should I kiss you?" "Yes." Your reply is more of a breath, and he chuckles. "Seriously, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, promise. Unless you're into that."

"Kiss me already." You groan, making him roll his eyes before closing the gap between you. His lips are soft and taste like cherry Chapstick. His hand lets go of your face, moving slightly down to the base of your neck. Your own hands move to fist his shirt as his teeth nip at your lower lip, a whimper from your throat making him move you impossibly higher on his lap. His other hand moves to the nape of your neck, tangling in your hair to hold you steady as his tongue slips into your mouth. 

"You'll stay the night, right?" He pulls away from your lips, eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation. You nod as best as you can with his hand in your hair, "Yeah. If you want me to." "I want you to." He whispers, before letting go of your hair. "Can we take this off?" He tugs at the shirt he gave you, and you move to tug it over your head. He lets you, watching the way your hair cascades down your back. His hands find home on your waist, his thumbs barely grazing the underside of your breasts as you look back at him, flinging the shirt somewhere behind you.

He doesn't say anything, only meeting your lips in a kiss. It's softer this time, but your tongue finds its way into his mouth gently. He sucks on it, hearing a low moan from you as your hips cant against his. "Sorry." 

"No, don't be." He shakes his head, pressing chaste kisses to your lips. "Use me however you want, baby. That's what I'm here for." 

"But–" "This is about you. Just let go." He meets your lips once more, kissing you deeply as his hands grip your hips tightly. He moves you against his hardening cock slowly, setting a gentle pace for you. You follow his lead, rutting against him as his hands move upward before you grab them and place them on your chest. He groans lowly into your mouth, thumbs grazing over your pebbled nipples as he drags his lips down your jaw, your soft whimpers filling the air as his teeth nip at your neck.

"S'fucking gorgeous." He murmurs against your skin, tracing his tongue down the gentle slope of your neck, a shudder running down your spine as he kisses down your chest. "Can I?" His doe eyes peer up at you though shaggy bangs, and you nod quickly. Your fingers card through his hair as his tongue flattens against your nipple as you groan.

"Feel good?" He mumbles against your skin. You only breathe out shakily as you nod, your lip bitten between your teeth as he nips and sucks his way across your chest, your nipples glistening with his spit. He scrapes his teeth against one gently, earning a guttural groan from your lips as he kisses up your chest. "Wanna taste you, angel. Can I?" Your pupils are blown as you look down at him, your fingers pushing his hair back as his hands dip below the sweatpants you're wearing. "Can I?" "Okay." Your voice is slightly raspy with lust, and he smiles softly before pressing a kiss to your lips. "We can stop anytime, just say the word." 

You nod, moving off his lap. He lays you back on his pillows, kissing your lips softly before trailing down your body. "So beautiful, baby. Can't get enough of you." He kisses down your stomach, before his teeth catch on the waistband of the sweatpants you're wearing. He bites down carefully, pulling them down your legs as you cover your face with a whine. "Something wrong?" He calls, pulling them off your ankles and flinging them to the ground.

"No." You respond weakly, and he smirks as his fingers land on your thighs, pulling you closer to him. "You're lying." "You're just hot, okay?" You peek at him through your fingers, seeing him shake his head as he snaps the waistband of your underwear against your skin. You jolt as he smiles, before sinking to his stomach and spreading your legs. You hear a soft whisper of shit from his lips. "Sorry? Is something wrong?"

You try to move away, only for Sunghoon to hold your hips down. "You're fucking soaked, doll. Holy shit." 

He doesn't give you a chance to respond, opting to press his face against the sticky fabric of your ruined underwear and inhale deeply, a whine from his throat hitting your ears as he noses at the fabric. "You're so fucking hot."

You feel his tongue before you reply, the underwear a useless attempt at a barrier as he finds your clit easily. Your thighs tense around his head, his preening at the taste of you just through the fabric is enough to make him cum in his pants. "Hoon…" You mewl, your fingers tugging at his hair to get his attention. He only hums in response.

"Take them off." Your whine is loud, and he hastily pulls your underwear down your plush thighs, throwing it over his shoulder as he dives back in, tongue lapping at your wet cunt like a man starved. You're a moaning mess as his pouty lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently as he pushes your thighs open further, working two fingers inside you carefully. He groans at the way you clench around them so tightly, your walls so warm and wet as he curls them into you.

"Taste so sweet, pretty. Would never give this up, ever." He murmurs against your clit, pressing wet kisses to it. You can't even respond, your eyes screwed shut as you cant your hips against his mouth harshly. "That's it, baby. Come on, give it to me." He's whining against your pussy, latching his lips to your clit as your thighs begin to tremble.

"H-Hold my hand." You mumble, and Sunghoon immediately laces his free hand with yours. "Need you to cum on my tongue, beautiful." His fingers find that spongy spot, making your soft belly cave in as your thighs close around his head. A choked moan leaves your lips as you coat his tongue and lips in your orgasm, your body trembling beneath him as you try to push his head away from you. "S'too much, Hoonie-" "One more, baby. You can give me one more." He bullies his shoulders through your thighs, moving to hover over you. He presses his wet lips to yours, your tongue attempting to collect any taste of you off of him. He lets you deepen the kiss, his hand snaking between your legs to rub teasing circles into your clit. Your mouth falls slack, your nails digging into his bicep. "One more, baby. Wanna feel you around me." "O-Okay." 

He reaches over you to his nightstand, pulling the drawer open to find an empty box of condoms. "Fuck, wait. I think–" "Want it raw." You mumble, eyes closed as your hands run under his shirt, fingers tracing circles into his softly chiseled abdomen. His eyes are wide, his hand coming to your face, stroking it gently. "Look at me. Are you sure?"

"Positive. Want it, Hoonie. Wanna feel full." You barely open your eyes as you nod, turning your head slightly to kiss his palm. He shivers slightly, closing his eyes to compose himself as he nods. "O-Okay. Alright." He straightens, pulling his shirt over his head and quickly pushing his sweats down. You don't bother to look down, knowing in your heart the stretch will be worth a thousand viewings. He pulls you to the edge of the bed by your thighs, carefully tucking a pillow under your hips as he rests your leg on his chest. He kisses your ankle softly, before running the leaking tip of his cock through your wet folds. He nearly buckles, the warmth almost debilitating as he eased himself into you. Your mewl is so soft he almost misses it, his eyes darting to your face as he slowly sheaths himself inside you, biting his lip so hard he's sure he'll draw blood. Your lips are so swollen from the kissing and biting that he can't help but lean over and kiss you gently, burying himself to the hilt inside you. Your soft whisper of fuck is against his lips. "Move, Hoon." "You gotta give me a second, baby." He whines into your neck, making you clench around him. "Fuck, fuck don't do that." His hips jerk involuntarily, earning a choked moan from you as your nails dig into his shoulder. He straightens himself, figuring if he's going to cum fast, he'd better make it worth your while. He pulls out almost entirely, pushing your thighs to your chest as he bullies his cock back into you. Your moans are so loud he's lost in them, your chants of yes, yes, right there so overwhelming for him as he tries his hardest to stave off his own orgasm.

"Feel so fucking good, baby. Shit." He whimpers into the air, his grip on your thighs bruising as you mewl beneath him, your hands finding his wrists. "Kiss me, Hoonie. Wan' a kiss.." He leans forward, the kiss a mess of teeth and tongue as he bottoms out inside you repeatedly. His tip is bullying your sweet spot relentlessly, making you whine into his mouth. "Want you to cum in me." You whisper, and he almost stops as the words hit his ears but your nails drag down his back. "Want you to fill me up, Hoonie. Please."

"Anything you want, fuck. I'll give you anything, baby." His voice is choked as he trails his lips down your neck, feeling your cunt flutter around him in that oh-so-familiar way. "Gonna cum for me? Gonna cream all over this dick?" You only whimper in response, your teeth sinking softly into his shoulder. He feels himself spill inside you at the sensation, a deep groan from his soul as you cum right after. He doesn't stop working the two of you through it, his hips bordering the two of you into overstimulation as you claw at him.

He feels his skin sticky as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, your fingers now flat against the muscle of his back as you breathe in deeply. You shift slightly beneath him, before patting his shoulder. "I don't…I can't get up, I don't think. I can't feel my legs." You rasp, and he chuckles into your skin.

"Yeah, that's usually what's supposed to happen." He replies smugly, earning a sharp smack from your hand in the middle of his back. "Ouch! What the hell!" "I told you to stop making fun of me!" You huff, and he moves to look at you. "I'm not! Did I not just give you two mind blowing orgasms?"

"I wouldn't say mindblowing–" He rolls his eyes as he covers your mouth. "I made you cum, which was the goal. Was it not?" "No, the goal was to get over my ex." You say, muffled by the palm of his hand. He ponders a bit, before looking down at you intently. "Well, are you?" You feel your cheeks flush as you look away. "Maybe. Might need to go again, don't know. Not fully convinced." "Not fully convinced, she says." He removes his hand from your mouth as he teases you gently, and you roll your eyes. "Okay, fine. You're good, you got me." You admit tiredly, and he smiles.

"For how long?" "What?" You look up at him, and he shrugs. "How long do I have you?" You let your eyes scan his face as he looks down at you with curiosity in his eyes. You scoff, an amused tone to your voice. "You like me." "Obviously." He rolls his eyes, "Otherwise I wouldn't have offered." "You sly little minx. Luring me in here with the premise of getting me over my ex, knowing I'm on the rebound." You poke his chest, and he scoffs. "Clearly, you like me too. Or else you could've absolutely dodged my offer." "Or maybe I think you're hot and wouldn't mind seeing you outside of the cute little necklaces my sister makes you wear." You tease, and he shrugs. "I'll take what I can get. Either way, do you feel better? Less thoughts about that idiot, more good feelings?" You nod, sitting up on your elbows. "Let me take you to dinner, Hoon." He blinks at you, before glancing at the clock on his nightstand. "It's two in the morning, babe." "Not right now. Later. After you're done babysitting." You say, and he raises his brows. "Are you sure?" "I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to." Your tone is pointed, and he scoffs. "You want me so fucking bad." "In your dreams. Get off me, I'm all sticky."

He does just that, and takes the most gentle care of you. He lets you lean against him in the shower, he shampoos your hair and steals kisses when you least expect it. He changes his sheets while you try to sit comfortably in his desk chair, complaining of sore hips and thighs as he smirks to himself. "So much for a rebound, huh?" He murmurs into your hair as you snuggle into his side, making you snort. "Go to sleep, Sunghoon. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, babe."

"Not your babe, Hoon."

"Not yet."

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Wrong Sparks p1

Summary: During an argument with Eddie, Volt gets upset with you and kicks you out of the bar, unknowingly hurting you.

Part 2

Eddie/Volt x gn!reader

Warnings: Yelling, electrocution, mentions of falling down stairs, Volt being possessive, minor violence.

Word Count: 1,727

After closing hours at the Breaker Box arguing could be heard to anyone who passed by Dorian, who was unlucky enough to have heard all of it for the past hour.

From inside the club you and Eddie were having, what you both would consider a ‘causal argument.’ Though to those who did not, your dynamic would think it would put Harper & Dirk's shouting matches to shame. Though every argument you had with Eddie had one thing in common: it came from a place of genuine concern and love; but paired with both of your stubborn ways, it looked more violent than you intended.

"Do I seriously have to ban you for a week so you can just cool down?" Eddie was growing tired from trying to get you to stay put at the bar for the past hour. You have been trying to help with maintenance, but he denied your offer every time since you sprained your wrist.

You knew his threat was empty, but with your mind growing just as tired, you believed him. You huffed, “Fine, then maybe I'll go be a regular at Bev's!”

Eddie reeled back at your very real threat. You did it before and didn't come to the Breaker Box for two days. All because Eddie wanted to stop serving you after you got drunk once & almost fell down the stairs; And if it weren't for Dorian pulling you into your room and getting you to bed safely. After Eddie learned what happened, you got into another argument, to which you went to Beverley's and slept next to Koa that night. You knew Eddie would blow a fuse that night out of concern if he saw you go up the stairs after getting drunk at Bev's.

When you realize you stepped out of line due to Eddie's silence, you shuffle your feet, thinking of what to say, but he beats you to it, "You can stay... but you can't help.

That comment sparks the fire of the argument in you again, "That's how we got here in the first place!"

Eddie sighs and pinches his nose, “Oh god, not this again" Eddie sighs & pinches his nose.

Your argument picks up again, possibly even louder now. The reason for the fight? You had recently sprained your wrist & cramped your hand from taking on a part time job from home while in ‘labor limbo’ and going around the house helping everyone else. Due to your exhaustion you didn't help much with repairs at the bar, but just sat at the bar and chatted with Eddie.

Eddie was there when you realized how bad your hands were; You were drying dishes while he washed, when you turned the glass & dropped it clutching your hand.

After a quick trip to Farya, she wrapped and iced your hand and told you to take it easy on physical labor. You listened to her for a few days; you stopped helping people around the house, and only took time in keeping pleasant conversation, and even took time off work. But now you feel guilty. Eddie had fallen further behind on work since you would stay after house at the Breaker Box for a chat. Now he was stretching himself thin to take care of you and the bar. When you didn’t come to the bar, Eddie would always come to find you and make sure you were resting… Which brings you back to now...

"I can handle it! Let me help!”

"No, you need rest. I've got it handled." The lights were starting to flicker as Eddie just wanted to get back to work and let you rest.

You scoffed, “Oh yeah, because working alone got you really far last time!"

You both paused as a bulb burst from above you. You look at Eddie, shocked at your own words. You start to move to him when a large hand grips your shoulder, painfully so.

“Volt—” Eddie starts, but doesn't get to finish.

Volt's skin, an inhuman shade of blue, stares coldly down at you, “You’re cut off for the day. Get. Out”

"Volt” You grab his wrist, about to beg him to hear you out, when he suddenly grabs your injured wrist.

Eddie tries to reach Volt seeing you hold back a pained yell, but Volt already has you out the door. "Stay away from Eddie." "Volt doesn't even look at you as he slams the door.

You bang on the door yelling for Volt to let you in, when a small current comes through the door. That small spark finally allows you to feel the pain in your arm, it's excruciating. Volt, whether knowingly or not, had electrocuted your arm. You let out an ear piercing scream, only muffled when someone pulled you into their chest & everything went dark.

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When you wake up you notice Farya and Betty right by your sides. Betty was petting your head as Farya was checking up on your arm. Her poking and prodding didn’t bother you, but you were confused why she was here.

“What happened?” You look around, but Betty keeps you lying down.

Curt and Rod appear from the end of your bed. Curt starts off the explanation, “It was crazy. Dorian bursts into the room carrying your.”

“And you were practically dead. Limp. The whole dramatics.”

“Yup. Farya entered not long after, and you were messed up real bad. Whoever you fought, they got you good.”

“They singed your arm bad. Farya considered cutting it off.”

Your heart started sped up as your breathing became uneven.

“They are just messing around. That was never even an option cutie.” Betty reassured you. Her warmth helped a bit, but the second you calmed down, you shot back up.

“Eddie!” You leapt from the bed before anyone could stop you. You raced to the door, but before you could even touch the handle Dorian grabbed your hand.

You look at him, but he shakes his head, “You need rest. Not to go mingling about with them.”

“Dorian, he didn’t mean to,” Your legs gave out, and he picked you up. When he put you back on the bed, you grabbed his hand, “Can you at least check if they are alright, especially Eddie.”

When Dorian doesn’t respond, you resort to puppy eyes and beg, “Please?”

Dorian sighs and squeezes your hand, “Your heart is too big from them, luv’.”

You thank him, and tell him you’ll go rest. You go to turn the lamp off, but when you make contact with the switch it shocks you. You go to pull your hand back, but Farya is already checking your fingers, lightly touching them.

“Does it hurt?”

You look at your shaking hands being touched by her steady one, then look at her, “I- I can’t feel anything.”

She releases your hand which begins to shake even more violently. Curt and Rod get up and head to the door.

“Oh those two really have their wires crossed.”

“Ain’t nobody mess with our friend.”

When they reach Dorian, he blocks their path, and before they could protest he gives them a look that shuts them up, “Look fellas, I know emotions are high but please, stay here with em’. I’ll handle them, I swear.”

Curt and Rod nod and go back to your bed, Curt pulling out cards they had kept themselves busy with before you woke up.

Rod dealt the deck as Dorian closed the door behind him.

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The Breaker Box had been closed for a few days after the incident with you and Volt. Eddie was against the idea, but Volt wanted him to rest and get the repairs done in a timely manner; it also gave Volt time to cool down.

Volt had regretted how rough he handled you that day, but when he saw Eddie blow a fuse he got overprotective. It was a rare thing for both of them, especially now that you joined them. When Volt got too overprotective, he boiled over to controlling and possessive, and this was the first time you had seen it. His blue flared side was something Eddie had told him to reel in, and Volt swears he’s been working on it.

Now Eddie was ignoring him as Volt refused to let him leave to check up on you. So now Volt is in the front cleaning up, while Eddie sits backstage. A loud banging on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“We’re closed.”

“Not here for a drink.”

Volt stood up straighter and opened the door when he heard Dorian’s voice. Volt invited him in and put on his warm host persona.

“How can I help you Dorian? You rarely come here, even when I personally invite you.”

Dorian glances around the room, “Where’s Eddie? I need to speak with both of you.”

Volt felt his protective nature boil up again, but Eddie’s voice carried from across the room, “What do you want? We’re busy right now.”

“Look I don’t want to be here either, but I need to know,” Dorian glares at the two of them, “Which one of you blokes messed with the power.”

“I beg your pardon? We’ve been here fixing the breaker.” Volt puffs out his chest as Eddie stands by his side.

“Look,” Dorian closes his eyes, “I know you lot had an argument the other day, but what you did was too far.”

Eddie moved his hand to his hip, “What was too far?”

“Ah… alrighty then.” Without warning Dorian reels back and punches Volt, sending him to the ground. Eddie rushes to Volt’s side and opens his mouth to yell.

“Look, if you want answers, ask your mate here. And please do stay away from the human unless you both have a proper apology. And I’ll think of letting you see them once they recover from your little stunt.” Dorian gives Volt a pointed look before taking off.

Volt sits up and looks at Eddie confused, “What does he mean ‘recover?’ Our live wire got hurt?”

Eddie looked at the door of the bar, “Yeah, they sprained their hand earlier. The one you grabbed, rather roughly.”

Volt looked down, the guilt finally catching up to him.

“We’ll go apologize to them tomorrow, for now let's deal with your face.” Eddie helps Volt up and takes him to the back to ice his face.

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onlyfans!nagi who hums a little. "mm... that one." you let out a helpless sob when he pulls out abruptly, feeling your cunt clench around him, signaling you're about to cum. but when he sees the comments about you, he lets out an annoyed sigh and ends the live, before squishing your cheeks together with one hand and looks directly at you, "g'nna make you cum now, okay? be good and take it. then, i'll fill you up, angel." he tries to act unbothered, but no guy wants to see his girlfriend being lusted after by others, especially when they look like:

she's so pretty i'm beating my dick to her rn

i wanna cum in her so bad it leaks out

i can fuck her better than this guy tbh

onlyfans!nagi who also doesn't necessarily care about the money. well, it's more like he forgets about it. in fact, reo manages it and nagi simply blinks when he sees the deposit, saying "that's cool." he spends most of the money buying you little treats — bracelets, hair clips, stuffed animals, bags, and of course, skimpy clothes and lingerie he wants to see you in.

onlyfans!nagi who has thousands and millions of fans falling for his content, their eyes on him, but he only has eyes for you, his heart so full of his pretty girlfriend. ♡

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[dumbblond3]

★ FIGHT OR FUCK? ★

PIT FIGHTER VI FUCKING READER WHILE DICTATOR CAIT WATCHES

Caitvi x reader

NSFW MINORS DNI

“Just wish you two would get along hmm!”

A particularly rough thrust from Vi has your head reeling back into bed sheets

“That’s not for you to worry about baby ah- and maybe if cupcake over here could mm- lighten up we could go back to focusing on things that matter like our sweet girl”

Vi croons leaning down to your ear hitting that spot inside that leaves you cross-eyed

“Don’t act like this is my fault-“ Caitlyn chides

“I don’t need the spiel I’m a little preoccupied to keep this arguing up” Vi smirks back at Cait’s peeved expression

Caitlyn huffs her frustration almost outweighing her arousal at seeing you like this, almost

You feel her cool hand against your cheek, a soft attempt to soothe as Vi’s hips don’t miss a beat giving you no choice but to take it

“Mhmmm Cait please-“ you hear yourself start to beg for what exactly you’re not sure

“I know baby I know but you can take it for me, can’t you?” Caitlyn’s hushed words coat your mind in a hazy bliss that Vi can’t help but interject “You can take it for us, right honey? Or did you forget she’s mine too”

Vi punctuates her sharp words with the quick snap of her hips punching little whines out of you with each thrust

“Don’t like it when you fight- uhhh!”

Your pleas not falling on completely deaf ears, the two girls want nothing more than to make you happy but pride often gets in the way

A sharp glare is directed toward Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman does not fold and she certainly won’t be the one to apologize now

Unfortunately for you Vi is just as stubborn and as much as she wants to make you happy her ego can’t take admitting that she was wrong

So you'll stay stuck here in a tug-of-war over your pliant body until these two can learn how to make up in a way that doesn't involve fucking your lights out

"Maybe I'd think about giving in if I could have my turn with you pretty girl, how does that sound?"

Caitlyn's intentions are far from pure giving Vi a cheeky smile as she coddles you with faux sympathy

"No no, you don't" Vi hoists you up flat against her chest possesively "Just mad you didn't get to her first aren't you Cait? Too late for that shit now you'll just have to wait your turn" Vi sneers

While she may seem annoyed Caitlyn has no problem with patience if anything having Vi's sloppy seconds means you'll be even more sensitive and limp for her to use as she pleases

"I c-can't anymore please gonna cum-" and then there's you

With no chance of escaping until they decide you’ve had enough, it’s best to accept your role as beloved plaything and from the attitude they’ve shown so far it seems you’re in for a very long night

AN- These were my fave caitvi eras and I was sad they didn't interact more so I thought I should write something for them together, hope you enjoy! (not sure if anyone reads these anyway lol but kisses to my lovely readers 💋)

[gentlelovingsiscon]

your big sister Lena moved in with you today. you picked her up at home in a U-Haul you'd rented for the day; dad helped you pack all of her things into the truck, while mom harassed her oldest daughter about being responsible and getting a job quickly. you watched between trips, arms full of boxes, as your big sister shrank bit by bit into herself.

“don't worry, mama, you know i'll be keeping an eye on her!” you said. mom smiled, but you cringed when your sister shrank just a little bit bit more. you'd have to make it up to her. maybe on the way out you could stop at that ice cream place you both loved as kids.

the first thing she said when she got in the truck was a pitifully murmured “i'm sorry…”

you bravely resisted the urge to whip your head around and slam on the brakes, instead choosing to take a deep breath and ask her “why?”

“you… you need me to get a job so that we can live together. and most days i can't even get out of bed, so i'm just gonna be a-”

“mom and dad didn't tell me that. you can't get out of bed?”

“no, i just- college was hard. i'm just still tired after graduation. i'll be better soon, it's okay. don't worry about me.”

“you spent our entire childhoods worrying over me, it's my turn!”

mercifully, she chuckled, and a ball of tension in your chest you didn't know was there loosened by a fraction. “can we stop at-”

“Polly's? come on, you haven't even been looking at where we're going, have you?” you teased.

she went red, finally looking up from her lap as you pulled into the parking lot of Polly's, the local ice cream place. “oh.”

you smiled over at her. it took a second, but she met your eyes, noticed your smile, and gave a small smile back.

two ice cream cones, several pit stops, and four hours later, you pulled up to your house. you share rent for the place along with three other girls, all of whom you've kissed at one point or another, with varying levels of seriousness. they all approved of your sister moving in, helping you clear out the fifth bedroom that you'd all been using as storage so she'd have her own room. they'd even pitched in to buy her a bed (albeit a cheap one off of Amazon, but still).

you sent the house group chat a message before you let your sister get out of the U-Haul. by the time she got out and started moving towards the back of the truck with a resigned slump, a butch and a very fit femme had hustled past her, said “hi, nice to meet you, we've heard so much about you, let us get your things for you” and handed her off to the last member of your household, Sarah.

Sarah smiled sweetly at you, gave you a peck on the cheek, and took your sister by the arm. “hey! Lena, right? Penny talks about you all the time. nice to meet you, i'm Sarah. we made plenty of dinner earlier, you want some?”

“i- sure. yeah.”

Sarah threw you a smile over her shoulder. you smiled back.

a few hours later, thanks to the efforts of two butch lesbians and two fit femmes, Lena is moved in and unpacked and your housemates have vanished back into the metaphorical woodwork, leaving you to spend time with your sister alone.

“your bed is so comfy,” she says. “wish i could sleep here…”

your blush covers your entire face, and you go a little light headed. no, keep a lid on it. you're fine. she doesn't mean it like that.

“i've been saving up money. in a couple months, i can get you one just like it, if you want.”

“no! you don't- it's fine. my bed will be fine. don't worry about it, Penny, it's fine, i'll have a job soon and then i'll- i'll be able to buy my own bed.”

your blush cools off, replaced instead with anger at your mom and dad. you slide a little closer to her, “you let me take care of you, Lena, or i swear to god-"

“fine, god you freak!” she half-shouts, scooting away from you by a couple inches. not too far, though. “what kind of idiot sister wants to take care of an invalid like me any-”

you lunge at her, and she lets it happen. falls back on the bed as you push her down by the shoulders and straddle her, pinning her arms to her side as you shout “take it back! say something nice about yourself!”

she grins, comfortable in the familiar motions even with unfamiliar words. you've never actually beat her in a fair fight, but whenever you jump on her like this she always goes down easy.

“no,” she says.

you grin, and your hands leave her shoulders. it takes her a second to realize what you're about to do, but by the time she goes to mount a defense it's far too late. your hands are already dancing up and down her sides, only half-blocked by her arms and your legs. she guffaws and bucks, trying to get you off of her. but this is the only way you've ever won a fight with her; underhanded tricks.

“oh- hahaha! - okay, i give up! i- wheeze - i'm smart!!”

you relent, panting for breath yourself and unconsciously leaning forward. for a second you don't realize what kind of position you're in. the top of your head is buried in the pillow next to your big sister's head, your mouth right next to her ear, your bodies pressed against each other.

it slips out of you involuntarily, said a million times to Sarah in situations far too like this, but now rushed out in one breath into your sister's ear: “good girl.”

Lena shivers, whispers “whu…?”

and suddenly you've come back to yourself. the position that you're in is clear, and you scramble off your sister. she stares at you with wide eyes, your own like saucers staring back. your faces are both flushed, and you're panting. your big sister turns her face away, and you thank god that she's not looking when you reach down to adjust your hardon.

your hand comes out of your pants begrudgingly, feeling hypersensitive and needing to do something about it. maybe once you're done hanging out with Lena you can go fuck Sarah into her mattress. maybe she'll let you call her ‘big sister’ again.

Lena looks back over at you, and your blush gets deeper.

“sorry,” you say, “i just… Sarah does that a lot, and when she-" you swallow your tongue, aware that you're digging the hole deeper with every breath.

Lena turns to you with interest. “so you and Sarah, huh? mom and dad definitely don't know about her, or i'd have heard about this way earlier. are you two dating, or what??”

“Lena!” you protest, “i'm not telling you that! that's private stuff, not-”

“no no, i know what you're about to say, but it's absolutely for sisters to talk about!”

you almost protest, almost tell her that the logic she used for everything when you were kids wouldn't work anymore, but… this is the happiest and most excited you've seen your big sister all day. so you open your stupid mouth, and you tell her the story of how you and Sarah started your relationship.

something about being alone with your big sister again for the first time in almost five years loosens the tight hold you keep on your heart and your tongue, and you tell her a nearly unredacted version of the story, sex scenes and all (though, admittedly, more of the ‘fade to black’ variety).

it's a long and embarrassing story, and Lena asks you for details, and you can't stop the words from tumbling out. you tell her how you and Sarah helped heal each other in a very real way. you shyly admit that's where your new confidence comes from. you blush when your sister tells you she thinks it's kind of hot.

“in a sisterly way, obviously.”

“obviously.”

at some point during the story, maybe when you're crying through the story about Sarah saving you from being assaulted, the distance between you vanishes, and everything feels right again. your sister holds you close, your legs tangled together while you fit neatly into her shoulder.

you finish the story, and your sister murmurs “oh babygirl…”

frustrated tears fill your eyes, though you're sure Lena takes them to be tears about the story you just finished telling. the problem is that you're so close to her right now. that your lips are hovering over her neck, that you're keenly aware of your cock tightly pressed between your bodies, that it's taking everything you have to not start grinding on your big sister's leg right now.

your hips buck, just a fraction of a twitch, and Lena becomes a flurry of limbs and movement that you can't parse for a second. then, a second later, you're on your back and your big sister is above you, her arms pillars to either side trapping your head in place. her brows are in a deep furrow, but her eyes are wide open and staring into yours. you stare back, unafraid. your sister would never hurt you.

“i'm sorry,” she says, then gives you everything you've ever wanted.

she all but collapses on top of you, no longer pillars but arms wrapping around you, fingers winding into your hair and tugging. you groan and your mouth opens; your big sister takes advantage of it and captures your lips with her own, her tongue snaking into your mouth. the rest of Lena's body relaxes and presses you into the mattress. you can't do anything but sit stock still, sure that this can't be real.

“i'm sorry, Penny, please… please i need you so bad, i can't- i can't help it anymore, please fuck me. please, Penny, i'm sorry, i need you to fuck me, i'm sorry,” she rambles. you groan incoherently, unsure if this is a dream or a nightmare.

before you can come to and say anything, Lena has already shifted and gotten your pants down far enough for your cock to spring free. she rubs on it for a moment, and you start whining.

“i know, i'm sorry! i'm sorry, please i just- fuck, please just let me- Penny please please please!”

you think you nod. probably frantically. Lena thinks you're scared, but you're really just desperate. you've been dreaming of this for years, and only hesitantly played it out a couple times with Sarah. you're trembling not out of fear, but out of excitement.

you stutter as Lena lifts herself up and starts to align her cunt with your cock. “please… want… you…” you manage to push out.

“no babygirl no no no, please don't say it! you keep talking about Sarah, please, please just- please i want you to be mine, Penny! please don't make me go!”

“yours… your- your sister, yours,” you groan. she lines up, resting your tip at her entrance.

tears fill your sister's eyes. “do you… do you mean it?” she asks.

then, before you can answer, she slams down onto you, taking your entire length down to the base in one smooth move. tears fill your eyes too, and you lean up to kiss your sister.

one more time, she lets you turn the tables and falls backwards as you tackle her. you land on top of her, pinning her down. “i love you,” you huff, pulling out halfway before snapping your hips to slam back into your sister. “i love you, sis.”

“i love you too, little sis…” she cries.

you lose track of how many times you cum inside your big sister that night. you fall asleep tangled together, half-hard and still inside her, your bodies and bed covered in slick cum. that's a problem for tomorrow.

[no-144444]

꩜summary: his sports car doesn't impress you, but he hopes he can still make it work

꩜pairing: andrea kimi antonelli x fem! reader

꩜a/n: slight smut (18+) Bella= beautiful in italian :)

Your dad was clear; ‘Don’t mess with Kimi’. 

How was it your fault if he messed with you first? 

“One more minute, Bella,” he whispered against your lips, his hands roaming up your shirt. He had quali in less than an hour, and he needed to be in the car already, but no. He was here, with you, kissing you silly. You chuckled against him, then pushed him away, getting up and off his lap. He groaned in frustration as he adjusted his trousers. 

“I have to get out of here before my dad personally comes to find me,” you announced, fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror. He watched from behind you, his eyes captivated by the way you moved, spoke, and smiled. He was falling fast, and you didn’t even seem to notice. It was impressive. “And you need to deal with your hard-on,” you turned back to him, a practically sadistic smirk on your lips. 

His cheeks heated and he blushed, but he didn’t shy away from your gaze as he did before. He started you right in the eyes and smirked, taking your hand again. “Maybe you could take care of it, huh?” he smirked, a cocked eyebrow to match. You laughed and kissed his cheek, leaving a mark you knew he’d rub off if he was halfway smart, and shook your head. 

“Good luck in quali Kimi, don’t crash the damn thing,” you saluted and closed the door behind you, leaving Kimi pent up, and yourself giddy. Kimi was a nice guy. He was young, he was new, he was it apparently. Your dad adored him and so did your mom. He got on with George and all the other drivers. He was funny and sweet, and totally not yours. You liked him, sure. He was the kind of boyfriend every girl would want, but you weren’t the right kind of girl for him. You were messy and mean, and you knew the novelty of the ‘cool girl’ would wear off eventually, so you didn’t really mind messing around with him, because it was always going to be temporary. It always was. 

The team were out celebrating George’s engagement when the attention turned to Kimi. He might have been the new kid on the block, but he was sure he’d never get used to all the prying questions. Not that he was a closed book, he just didn’t exactly enjoy questions about his personal life every few seconds. 

“What about you Kimi, any girlfriends?” Toto mused and Kimi stilled for a split-second. 

Then he laughed and shook his head, all too aware of the fact that he was speaking to his boss, yes, but also to the father of the girl he was trying to pin down and make his girlfriend, for real. He cleared his throat. “No, not right now-” there was meant to be a ‘but’ there, but Toto cut him off before he could finish. 

“See, that’s what I like to see!” he announced to the table of various sponsors. They chuckled around him as Kimi’s cheek heated, then the cheering came. “No distractions, no messing around, just pure racing.” 

Toto had that fatherly look in his eye, the one Kimi saw more than he probably should’ve. More than you probably saw it. It wasn’t lost on him, the strained relationship you two had. It was pretty obvious, and you didn’t care to talk about it, so he didn’t ask. But Toto talked. He talked about how disappointed he was with you quitting racing despite being brilliant. He talked about how he disapproved of your current career (software engineer student), because he saw your potential. 

“But,” Kimi continued, the cheers quelling. “I do have my eye on someone,” he shrugged as Toto’s face dropped, and the rest of the table cheered louder. 

“Well, you could get anyone you wanted mate,” George chuckled, swinging an arm over his shoulder. “You’re a racing driver.”

Kimi chuckled. “I don’t think she’d be impressed by that. She’s not into sports cars.” 

And it was too late to realise the damage he’d done. Toto’s face hardened, and it took him about 5 minutes before he got up and dialled your number, Kimi none the wiser. 

The next two races were pretty lonely. You weren’t there, weren’t accepting his calls or texts, and Toto was being weird. 

“Kimi,” Toto’s voice rang out like his teachers when he fell asleep in class. “My office.”

He gulped but followed him suit, practically shitting himself. What had he done? What was going to happen? Totos' office was bland, but there were pictures of Susie, Jack, you, and your two older siblings. He cared about it, that much as clear. He just didn’t know how to channel it. Toto sat across from him, his tall frame imposing and intimidating. “Do you know what this is about?”

Kimi shrugged, then realised he should probably be a bit more professional. He cleared his throat. “Umm… no. Not really.”

“You won’t be bothered by Y/n anymore,” Toto nodded. “I’m sorry about her behaviour, it was entirely inappropriate and she knows what she’s meant to be here for, and it’s not that.”

“Oh… um, I asked her out,” Kimi admitted, his leg bouncing wildly, knowing what this confession might cause. “I really like her, and I’d treat her really well- promise! I think she’s awesome. She’s super smart and funny, and she’s a super positive person. Not to mention the fact that she’s beautiful and-” he cleared his throat again, realising that he was rambling about you to your father. “Yeah,” he played with his necklace, trying desperately to calm himself down as he felt another drip of sweat drop down his back. 

Toto was bewildered by the sight in front of him. “You… asked her out?” 

Kimi cocked an eyebrow. “Yes…?”

“Huh,” Toto hummed, looking down. Kimi’s confusion only grew. He looked up again. “Well… I guess I can’t stop you from having a relationship, but I still need your full focus on the races, yes?”

“Of course,” Kimi nodded. “Full attention.”

Toto smiled. “Good, you’re free to go.”

Walking out of his office, Kimi felt a weird sense of confession. He had told Toto before he’d told you that he wanted you. 

He sent you another text. 

After another week of no replies, he decided it was time to get creative, and get creative he did. He somehow weaselled his way out of school for a few days to go and hunt you down in Monté-Carlo, so that you would finally respond to him. 

“That’s it,” George explained over the phone. “That’s her place. It’s their old house but Toto, Susie, and Jack moved out a few months ago to a new place, closer to the airport, and she stayed there to start college on her own.”

“So she should be at home by now?” he questioned, pulling into your driveway, the cosy house ahead of him making him think of you immediately. 

“Yeah, she does online classes and works at a cafe nearby, she should be done, so Susie says,” he nodded. “Alright mate, good luck.”

“Thanks mate,” Kimi huffed as he got out of his car, ending the call. 

Your doorbell was loud, like, annoyingly loud. Therefore Kimi ringing it until you came out was loud. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you demanded as you swung open the door, a look of surprise on Kimi’s face. That melted into a soft, boyish, perfectly Kimi smile. You rolled your eyes. 

“I wanted to see you,” he shrugged. “Want to go for a drive?” he offered, keys in hand. Behind him stood his new Mercedes AMG GT 63 S, and again, you rolled your eyes. 

“I don’t care about cars-”

“I know you don’t,” he chuckled. “But you do care about me.” 

You stared back at him. He had a lot of nerve coming up to you after getting you banned from the paddock and a 4 hour long lecture about sleeping around with your dads drivers- which you didn’t do with Kimi. You didn’t sleep with anyone, you were just flirtatious by nature, and he hated it. You got on with people, you had interpersonal skills and he didn’t and it pissed him off. “You’re very presumptuous.”

“You know I’m right,” he took another step forward and snaked a hand around your waist. “Come on Bella, I miss you,” he admitted, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. He wasn’t his regular flirty and funny self, this was real. He cared. 

“Your car still doesn’t impress me,” you shook your head, brushing his hands off and grabbing your house keys before following him to his car. “And I need to be back soon, I have some homework to get done.” 

“You’re so smart,” he stated, a hand running through your hair mindlessly as he drove the streets of Monaco, as the sun set. You had a favourite route, the one you’d taken him on last summer when whatever this was started. He remembered it. He started that way and you smiled despite yourself, and then focused your eyes on the scenery around you. The blue ocean to your left, the rocky mountains to your right. It was truly stunning. 

He pulled into a little look-out and you both sat in silence for a moment, soaking in the view of the sea in front of you, then you turned to him, and kissed him. 

Of course you did, even though you promised yourself you wouldn’t. You needed to break this off, and just leave him to go racing with your dad, and fade into obscurity in his mind. But something kept you running back. He reached over and grabbed a handful of your ass, spurring you on to climb over the centre console and sit yourself in his lap. Quickly, his kisses grew hungrier, grabbing more of you, holding you closer. He wanted more, needed it. 

“More,” he begged against your lips. A split-second decision meant your top was off and his hands were all over your tits. Fading into obscurity was going really well, clearly. “So beautiful,” he whispered, trailing his kisses down your neck and eventually down to your tits. Next, his hand made its way down your trousers, his fingers lightly brushing against the place you wanted him most. If you could get a fuck out of the last time you’d be together, maybe the heartbreak was worth it? You’d realised in recent times that no, you didn’t dislike Kimi, not at all in fact. You very much liked him. Well, as they say ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’.

“Fuck, Kimi,” you moaned as he finally quit teasing and finally started pumping his fingers in and out. You grinded against him, sending a shiver down his own spine. 

“Fuck,” he grunted, lost in the pleasure. “Ti amo,” he whimpered as you grinded down on his cock. You stopped all your movements for a moment and looked at him. You both went wide-eyed at what he’d said, and quickly, your top was back on and you were in the passenger seat, waiting for one of you to say something. He licked his fingers clean in the mean-time (gross), and you tried to fix your hair.

“What’s this about then?” you asked. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, shrugging. “I missed you. You weren’t replying to me, so I came to you.” 

You huffed. “Why did you miss me?”

“Because I love you?” he chuckled. 

“You like making out with me before a race, that doesn’t mean you love me,” you argued. “All we do is physical, we never talk about anything which means we don’t even know anything about each other-” 

“I know a lot about you,” he shook his head. “And I want to know more. You know a lot about me too.” “You won’t like me soon,” you murmured. He whipped his head around to look at you, his mouth open to speak. You stopped him. “Don’t, Kimi. I know, it’s fun to fuck the ‘cool girl’ until you actually get into a relationship with me and realise that I’m just a regular person-”

“I want you to be a regular person,” he interrupted, taking your hand tentatively. “And I want you to know I’m not in this for the sex.” 

You turned your head to look at him. “You don’t.” 

“I do,” his voice was soft and light, as if he wasn’t saying something deeply profound. “I think you’re cool, sure. But I also think you're smart, and funny, and a really positive person. You fucking light up the garage when you’re there, and when you’re not, people ask about you all the time. I don’t know what idiot put these ideas into your head, but you need to forget them. I want you, and I want you to be you. I don’t want some polished, less version of yourself. I want the real you.” 

You didn’t know what to say. You just sat there for a moment collecting your thoughts. “Ok,” you breathed out. “We should give this a try.”

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your hand. “This car is pretty great,” he added after a moment’s silence. You shook your head, laughing. 

“Shut up Kimi.” 

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

summary : in which jax tells pomni stories about you after ragatha mentions how he didn't have a friend anymore.

tags : angst, implied crushes, she/her pronouns, and censored profanity.

notes : first work on here, i hope you enjoy !!

"not anymore?"

pomi's repeat of what ragatha had said was met with silence as jax only continued to glare at the doll, and ragatha only let out a nervous laugh before hastily walking over to kinger.

"what was that about?"

the words rang out through the quiet hills—seemingly hanging around until an answer was given.

"it doesn't matter...who cares?" jax mumbled as he flopped down on the ground, and he only stared at the digital stars with a frown while pomni tilted her head. it was obvious he was irritated, yet the curiosity of knowing what was behind his annoyance was far too great to push back.

"did...who was your friend?" pomni's question was one jax scoffed at before he looked over at her, and once realizing she was serious, he only rolled his eyes. "[name]."

"huh?"

"that was my friend—[name]." jax's words were quiet while pomni only slightly nodded. something had happened to you, she assumed, for she had never heard that name around here. was it like the thing with kinger's wife? or kaufmo?

"what was [name] like?"

the question was one pomni regretted asking as jax partially glared at the star-filled sky, but after a few seconds, his gaze softened into one that looked like...sadness?

yet, when she blinked, it was like the despair had vanished. maybe she was seeing things.

"she was cool." jax spoke as he slightly itched his chest—his eyes narrowing in a way that made it appear like he was attempting to remember things. "not cooler than me, but she was better than those losers." he gestured to everyone over by the picnic spot, and pomni nodded.

"what made her cool?"

"you're just full of questions, aren't you?" jax sarcstically spoke, yet despite his words, there was no hostility in them, nor did he avoid her question. "[name] didn't just deal with my pranks—she would prank me back. it kept the circus fun, y'know? like one time..."

"F&$#!" the cartoonish sound echoed through the circus—along with your laughter as you heard footsteps erupt from behind you. the person chasing you only got closer as you tried to run quicker, yet you were only met with arms wrapping around your waist before you were picked up from the ground. "I'M SORRY!" "IT'S TOO LATE FOR THAT!" you only laughed harder as jax poked your side, and you thrashed around in his grasp. "YOU-YOU STARTED IT! PUTTING CORN IN YOUR ROOM WAS MY REVENGE!" eventually, you squirmed around hard enough to make the both of you fall, and your body hit the floor. despite that, your laughter never stopped, and you could hear jax start to quietly chuckle. "i didn't do anything." "you poured a can of paint on me!" "me?" jax asked as he sat up beside you—placing a hand to his chest while acting offended. "i would never—S@*$!" he let out a scream as you held up a cob of corn in front of him, and you only wheezed as the corn dropped out of your hand.

"you're scared of corn?"

"no—" jax fibbed at pomni's question, and he only ignored her confused expression before continuing. "she also wasn't a crybaby, a lunatic, an a$$&)@%, or someone who always acted like everything was 'sunshine and rainbows'." jax peered over at gangle, ragatha, kinger, and zooble with a slight scowl.

the four were completely unaware of jax's words as they just continued to look at the fireflies around them, and pomni slightly narrowed her eyes as she looked at jax. "then what was [name]?"

jax's shoulders stiffened as his eyes dropped to the ground, and his pupils went wide while he fell silent.

what were you?

"okay, okay—" you spoke as you sat up from your bed, and jax only tilted his head at you as he rested beside you. "if caine ever used the suggestion box, what adventure would you want to go on?" "if you're going to ask me questions, give me a hard one." you only lightly smacked jax's arm at his attitude, and he only grinned at you before leaning against your pillows. "probably one with poaching. as long as i get to shoot stuff, i don't care." "of course you'd want to shoot stuff." your words only made jax place a hand against his chest, "what's that supposed to mean?" you only shrugged at him with a smile, and in result, he grasped your arm before forcing you back down. laughter rang out in your room as jax flipped you to be below him—one of his hands holding your wrists as he poked your side. "what do you mean by that, [name]?" "JAX!" you shifted around as your laughter only grew, and he stopped after a few seconds before resting both of his hands beside your head. he looked down at you with a grin, "anyways, what adventure would you want to go on? some lame library or something?" you went quiet for a moment as you hummed in thought, and a smile slowly started to cross your face. "i'd want to go stargazing." "LAME!" jax poked your side again, and you only smacked his shoulder before wrapping your legs around his waist. you flipped him over, to his surprise, and you teasingly smiled down at him. "says the one that just wants to shoot stuff. i bet you don't even know how to work a gun." as you talked, you were oblivious to the slight flush that appeared on jax's face, and the grin on his face never faltered. "oh, yeah? i'll prove you wrong." "i'd like to see that happen, jax."

your teasing words chimed in his head before pomni spoke up, "jax?"

"i don't know," jax answered before shrugging, "it doesn't matter."

"jax—" pomni attempted to continue the conversation, but jax only sat up from his spot on the grass before a lazy grin crossed his face. "anyways, let's forget ragatha even mentioned that because she's dumb and she looks weird."

a slight smile crossed pomni's face, "i think we all look weird..."

the conversation continued with jax informing pomni about how he was peak masculinity, but in the back of his mind, he kept her question in thought. what were you to him?

everything.

the grin on jax's face only grew at the thought.

that word worked for him.

[littlegochu]

backstage │ jjk 18+

“they cheer for me. she bleeds for me."

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (f)

genre: idol jungkook, cold female lead

rating: 18+, smut

synopsis: on stage, jungkook is untouchable — perfect voice, perfect moves, perfect mask.

but backstage, when the lights go down and the cameras disappear, he’s a different kind of wreck. obsessive. quiet. desperate to keep the one person who knows how to hold him when the world won’t stop watching.

you weren’t supposed to show up tonight. but you did. and now he’s not letting you leave.

he finds you before you can even knock.

drenched in sweat, chest still rising and falling from the performance, mic earpiece half-off, black hair sticking to his forehead.

he doesn't say hi. doesn't smile.

“why are you back here,” jungkook mutters, wiping his face with a towel. his voice is rough from shouting lyrics and running the stage like it owed him something.

you arch a brow. “hi to you too.”

he glances around. no one’s in the hallway. yet. “you weren’t supposed to come tonight.”

“well, i missed you.”

he scoffs under his breath, turning toward the dressing room.

but he doesn’t tell you to leave.

you follow him in. the room smells like hairspray and heat and too many bodies moving fast. it’s quiet now, just the two of you.

he drops the towel on the couch and rips off his stage jacket with a sharp tug.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he mutters again, not looking at you. “you know how it is.”

“you’re mad i came?”

“i’m not mad.”

“you look mad.”

“i’m not.”

“you’re pouting.”

he turns sharply. “i’m not fucking pouting.”

you smirk, taking a step closer. “you get all cold when you miss me.”

he opens his mouth to argue, but doesn’t.

instead, he just stares at you. and his eyes — god, his eyes. they’re always a little mean when he’s soft.

you take another step. reach out. run your fingers along the hem of his shirt, right where it clings to his waist.

he tenses.

“you’re all sweaty,” you whisper.

he swallows hard.

“so?”

“so,” you murmur, looking up at him, “you gonna kick me out or kiss me?”

his jaw tightens. “people are outside.”

“so lock the door.”

he hesitates. then moves.

you barely register the sound of the door clicking shut before he’s on you — fast, urgent, rougher than he means to be. his hand grips your waist, the other sliding into your hair, and his mouth is hot and desperate against yours.

you kiss him back just as hard.

he pulls away only for a breath, forehead resting against yours.

“i’m not soft,” he mutters, breath ragged.

you smile. “i know.”

he kisses you again.

but softer this time.

his lips press to yours like he’s trying to prove something — not to you, but to himself. that he can take his time. that he’s not as desperate as he feels.

but then your hands slide under his shirt. nails graze his stomach, slow and innocent.

he flinches.

and you smirk against his mouth. “you’re so jumpy.”

“shut up.”

“didn’t say anything.”

“you’re thinking it.”

“you don’t know what i’m thinking.”

he pulls back just slightly, eyes narrow.

“you’re being a fucking brat again.”

you blink up at him, feigning wide-eyed sweetness. “who, me?”

his jaw clenches. “you do this every time.”

“do what?”

“push.”

you tilt your head, mouth brushing his jaw.

“what are you gonna do about it?”

his hand tightens at your waist. “don’t start.”

“too late.”

you tug his shirt up, just enough to expose the cut of his abs. then slide your hand across his skin like it’s casual. like he’s not already trying not to lose it.

“you’re burning up,” you say quietly.

“i just performed for two hours.”

“still. you could use a cool down.”

his eyes flick to yours, and his tone dips — low and dangerous.

“you think you’re funny.”

you grin. “no. i think i’m right.”

you press your thigh between his legs, slowly — lightly — just enough for him to feel the friction.

his breath catches.

for a second, he doesn’t move.

then his hand snaps to your throat — not tight, not rough, just enough pressure to make your smirk freeze.

he leans in.

“if you keep pushing,” he mutters, “you’re not walking out of here without shaking.”

your breath hitches.

“maybe i want to push.”

“of course you do,” he says, smirking now.

you glance down at where he’s hard against your leg, pressed tight through his sweats.

he walks you backward until your back hits the vanity counter. the mirror behind you rattles. “keep talking.”

you don’t flinch.

his hands trail down, finding the edge of your skirt — dragging it up, slow. his fingers skim your thighs. deliberate. teasing.

you kiss him again, biting at his bottom lip, smug and sharp.

he groans low. “you’re gonna regret that.”

“promise?”

he turns you around with one quick motion, bends you slightly over the counter. your cheek presses to the cool surface. his hand slides up your back to keep you there.

“you don’t listen,” he mutters, voice tight.

“nope.”

his fingers slip under your panties — just two at first. enough to draw a gasp from your lips. enough to make you arch back into him.

“such a mouth on you,” he breathes. “but you’re already soaking.”

you glare at him in the mirror. “shut up.”

he smirks.

“make me.”

his hand slides up your back, pressing between your shoulder blades just enough to hold you down as he kicks the back of your knee gently.

“get on the couch,” he mutters.

you turn your head, smirking even with your breath caught in your throat. “you’re bossy when you’re turned on.”

he leans down until his lips graze your ear. “you're always running your mouth.”

you roll your eyes, but obey. you sink into the couch cushions, your skirt already discarded, the air cool on your thighs. jungkook kneels between your legs without a word, dragging them open with both hands.

his eyes drop to your panties — pale pink, lace, already damp and clinging to your skin.

he exhales slowly through his nose, like he’s trying not to lose it all at once.

“so dramatic,” you say, just to push him.

his gaze flicks up. “you think this is funny?”

“a little.”

he hooks two fingers into the waistband and slides the fabric down in one slow motion, eyes never leaving yours.

“you talk a lot for someone about to beg.”

“you think i’m gonna beg?”

he leans in, close enough for his breath to hit you, warm and deliberate.

“you always do.”

you shoot him a glare, but it dies the second his mouth touches your thigh. not rushed — slow, reverent, like he’s trying to memorize the taste of your skin.

you try not to squirm, but he notices. of course he does.

“nervous?”

“bored.”

his lips twitch. “then shut up and be quiet.”

he dips his head lower and licks once — just once — through your folds. soft and slow and agonizing. you jolt, sucking in a breath. his hands slide under your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders.

you try to snap back, but your voice breaks. “you’re—taking your time.”

“yeah,” he mutters, breath hot against your skin. “i am.”

he licks again — longer this time. his tongue flattens against your clit, then drags down, curling back up. his grip tightens when you twitch under him.

you gasp, hand flying to his hair. “fuck—jungkook—”

“what?”

“don’t stop.”

he groans into you like you taste better than anything he’s had all night. he spreads you wider, then kisses you messily — tongue deep, slow circles, sucking until you’re panting, back arching into the couch.

you glance down and see it — one of his hands palming his cock through his sweats, slow and lazy, like your moans are getting him off just fine.

“seriously?” you breathe, flushed. “you’re getting off to this?”

he smirks up at you. “you’re the one making a mess on my face.”

you open your mouth to bite back, but then he sucks hard on your clit and your thoughts vanish. he slides two fingers inside you, curling them deep, hitting that spot without hesitation.

your moans spill out helplessly.

“you’re clenching,” he mutters, voice rough. “you gonna come just from my mouth?”

“s-shut up—”

he fucks you with his fingers harder, faster, his mouth not letting up.

you fall apart once — then again — thighs trembling around his head, hands gripping the cushions like you’ll fall straight through them.

he doesn’t stop until you’re whining, writhing, trying to push his head back.

“too much—jungkook, please—”

he finally pulls away, his lips slick, chin wet, eyes dark.

“you always talk like you’re in charge,” he breathes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “but you come every time i say so.”

you glare at him through your haze. “fuck you.”

he stands slowly. towers over you.

“yeah?” he says, pulling down the waistband of his sweats, cock already hard and leaking against his stomach. “that’s the plan.”

authors note: pls comment for suggestions and ur opinions on this story!

[cyanide-siren]

you called?

Castiel x Winchester!Reader

Summary: Dean and Sam try to call Castiel to come to them but with no result. However, when you call for him, he arrives right away. Although not in his best senses.

☆☆

"Castiel you son of a bitch, drag your angel ass here right now," Dean shouted, growing annoyed how the angel ignored him. Sam had tried calling him too, several times, but getting no contact.

You walked into the room, taking a sip from your tea. Dean and Sam were staying the night at your house, leaving tomorrow for their next hunt nearby.

"What's got you two so grumpy?"

"We've tried to reach Castiel but he's completely ghosted us just when we need him," Dean complained, then looking up at the ceiling and raising his voice, "Castiel, come here this instant!"

"You're being too threatening and needy," you commented and rolled your eyes. "Why do you need him now anyway?"

"For the case we're working on," Sam replied, going through a few papers at the desk he was sitting at.

"Well, you need to be less aggressive. He doesn't like being commanded like that," you continued, taking another sip of your tea which was starting to cool down.

"Why don't you try using that pretty face and voice of yours to call him then?" Dean asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice, and crossed his arms against his chest. He sounded like there was no way you'd succeed if they hadn't after several tries.

"And why should i bother?" you asked.

"Because we're your brothers and you love us more than anything," Dean tried to sweeten you up, smiling and batting his eyes.

"You wish." You just rolled your eyes, loving to act all hard to get to him.

Truthfully, though you'd never admit it to either of your brothers, you liked to have Castiel come over. Every time he looked at you and said anything at all to you, your heart skipped a beat and chest felt all warm, butterflies spawning inside your stomach. You had been trying to ignore these feelings and sensations he kept causing to you, knowing he'd never answer to your feelings in the same way. What kind of feelings even were they really?

Castiel was simply just nice to look at too.

"Say 'please'," you teased.

"Are you serious?" Dean scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance. "Just call that damn –"

"Y/N, please just call him, we really need his help," Sam intervened, growing tired of you and Dean constantly arguing.

"See, at least one of my brothers is able to be polite," you said to Dean, pointing at Sam. "Would want to take an example of him if i were you."

Dean gave you one last annoyed look before giving in and let out a sigh. "Please." It made you chuckle.

"Castiel, sweetie. Come over here, these two bastards miss you," you said with a loud and clear, but also sweet, voice.

It took barely a second for Castiel to appear behind Sam, the sound of the flutter of wings echoing in the room. Dean's eyes widened as he looked over Sam's shoulder to the angel in a trench coat, staring at you and Dean.

"He's behind me, isn't he?" Sam asked.

"Hello," Castiel greeted, his voice sounding a little funny.

"Hello? Hello?!" Dean yelled and stood up, pointing his finger at the angel. "We've been trying to call you for weeks but with no use. And now you appear instantly when she calls you?"

"Yes," was all Castiel responded.

Dean stared at Castiel for a moment, a flame of anger in his eyes. "And why is that?"

"Y/N and i share a deeper bond than i do with either of you," Castiel explained calmly.

He looked tired, struggling to keep his eyes open and had to lean against the back of Sam's chair to keep himself balanced.

"A deeper bond? So you like her better than us?" Dean asked.

"I do, yes," Castiel slurred.

"Hold on... Cas, are you drunk?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows in shock, walking closer to Castiel.

"I might be a little tipsy," he mumbled and took a few unsteady steps forward, falling into Dean's arms right then.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked, helping Castiel to stand on his own.

"I had a rough day so i drank a liquor store," he explained, voice all raspy, trying to act sober but was far from it.

"I didn't even know angels could get drunk," Sam commented.

"I am in a vessel of a human and as i said, i drank the store," Castiel stated, sounding grumpy and exhausted.

Castiel turned towards you, a weak smile rising on his lips.

"Y/N, hi," Castiel mumbled and smiled, pushing Dean away and stumbling towards you.

"Um, hello Cas." You were just as confused as your brothers, having Cas fell into your arms now, his body almost limp. For fuck's sake, this man couldn't even stand up on his own. You almost fell down on the floor from the weight of this grown ass man on you but managed to keep yourself balanced.

"You have really pretty eyes," Castiel said as he was looking deep into your eyes with his blue ones, his words and intense gaze making you blush. There was only small gap between your faces, so you could inhale the strong smell of beer and liquor in his breath.

"Thank... you?" You were unsure what to respond, since he had never commented on your looks before, and it was all so unexpected.

"You have freckles too," he said in awe, his gaze wandering all around your face, eyebrows furrowed as he examined your features now closer than before. "They're cute."

"Come on, Cas, let's sit you down." You patted his back a few times and dragged him to sit on the couch where he let the gravity to pull himself down.

Castiel would come to you every single time you'd call him, unless he was fighting for his life at that exact moment. Even then, he'd arrive to you as soon as possible. He'd hear every prayer of yours calling for him and arrive to you without a hesitation. Tonight was no different, though this time he was absolutely wasted, barely able to do anything on his own.

Castiel couldn't explain it yet, but he found your company highly pleasant and had a strange bond with you that was stronger compared to any other human being.

Sam and Dean exchanged concerned and confused glances across the room, not having expected anything like this to happen.

"So, what did you want?" Castiel asked, looking towards Dean and Sam while you sat down next to him. The couch was made to comfortably fit two people.

"I think we need you sober for it," Sam said, his face looking both concerned and amused now.

"So next time when we call you, you drag your ass here," Dean commanded.

"I am not a dog, Dean. My life doesn't revolve around you," Castiel pointed out, growing annoyed of Dean's behavior.

"But you're my little puppy," you snickered and patted Castiel's head.

Castiel turned his head towards you, a slightly embarrassed blush spreading on his cheeks.

"My vessel is a human, not a puppy, Y/N," Castiel corrected you.

"Remind me to teach you not to take everything so literally," you chuckled, ruffling his hair to even a bigger of a mess. Castiel just stared at you for a moment. "What?"

"Have i told you that you smell kind of nice," Castiel mumbled.

"I do?" You hadn't showered in two days so you must have smelled anything but nice.

"Mhm," Castiel mumbled.

"When i was younger and imagined what angels would be like if they existed, it wasn't even close to this," Sam muttered, gathering papers back into their folder.

Then, Castiel's head dropped against your shoulder.

"Cas?" you said, but the angel didn't react in any way. He was leaning against your body with all his weight now, pressing you deeper against the cushions. His head had moved down on your chest, his ear listening to your steady heart beat in his sleep.

"Did he just pass out?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised.

"Cas," you repeated and gently shook him by his shoulder, but he was lying there like a lifeless corpse, only him breathing showing that he was alive. You turned back to Dean. "Yeah, he's out."

☆☆

That night, probably for the first time in his long life, Castiel dreamed in his sleep. Being an angel, he didn't need to sleep, which resulted for him not to experience dreaming like humans.

It was a dream about you.

You stood in front of him, looked into his eyes and grabbed his face into your hands.

"Cas," you whispered.

Castiel moved his face just a little forward to press his lips on yours, backing you against the wall.

When Castiel woke up from this dream of kissing and holding you, alone on the couch with a blanket pulled over on him, his heart was beating faster and all he wanted to do was to see you again. But it was dark, the lights were out, and you didn't want to be bothered when you were sleeping.

He hadn't felt like this about any other human, so the feeling was all confusing and new to him – he wasn't sure what to do with that.

☆☆

"You okay, Cas?" Dean asked in the morning, narrowing his eyes as Castiel slowly walked into the kitchen where Dean was sitting, drinking his morning coffee.

"My head hurts, body is trembling and i feel a little sick," Castiel described as he sat down on a chair, even the light through the window blinding him a little.

"And that's what a hangover feels like," Dean smirked but soon turned more serious. "But seriously, Cas. Why answer Y/N's calls and not ours?"

"I'm rather... fond of her," Castiel answered. "I can't explain it properly."

"Fond of her?" Dean repeated, raising his eyebrows.

Right then, you walked into the kitchen, looking at the two guys having a chat at the table. Castiel instantly ignored Dean when your presence was added to their company.

"G'morning, guys," you greeted and smiled, looking at Castiel. "Are you feeling alright? You look quite pale. Do you want something to eat?"

"I'll survive, but thank you," Castiel replied and gave you an awkward smile.

"Alright. Well, let me know if there's any way i can help you with," you said and patted Castiel's shoulder. "I know hangovers suck."

"I'll be fine," Castiel promised. When you lifted your hand away from his shoulder, Castiel instantly missed your touch and would have wanted to keep your hand there longer, the ghost of your fingers lingering there.

You were about to exit the room but Castiel cleared his throat and got himself to speak up.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

"I... i deeply apologize my behavior yesterday," Castiel said, feeling embarrassed.

"It's alright, Cas. Don't worry about it," you smiled.

"Hey, why didn't you apologize to me?" Dean asked, sounding all offended.

"This isn't your house," Cas pointed out. "And she was the one to call me."

You left the guys alone and now stood in front of a mirror, which Castiel and Dean had a direct view from the kitchen, and pulled your hair in a ponytail, adding hair spray to keep the strands from falling out. You were about to go to your morning run.

Castiel kept his eyes on you, watching every single movement your body made. Dean said something to him which Castiel just ignored.

Castiel thought back to his dream he experienced. It felt strange, having this image of you kissing him in his head but none of it was actually real. Did he want it to be real? To really kiss you? Could he do that? Would you want to?

"Oh my god," Dean gasped, making Castiel to finally turn towards him. "You have hots for my sister."

"What does hots mean?" Castiel asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

"You like her."

"Well yes, her company is quite pleasant."

"No, i mean, you like like her. In a different way than me and Sam," Dean specified.

"Well, i suppose. She's always kind to me and i like to have her around," Castiel said, tilting his head and looking past Dean to the wall. "I suppose i care for her more than other people. No offense to you, Dean."

Dean could only look at the angel across the table, completely dumbfounded. He was struggling to comprehend the idea of his friend liking his sister and also admitting it to his face. Though Castiel wasn't like any other people in Dean's life – first of all being an angel but he was much more direct and forward than most humans.

Sam walked into the kitchen too.

"Feeling alright, Cas?" Sam asked and was able to see that Cas didn't feel very good. "If you feel like vomiting, go to the bathroom. Y/N gets pissed if someone spills anything on the floor."

"I'm fine," Castiel mumbled.

"Uh-huh," Sam muttered, not believing him at all.

"Did Y/N leave outside?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, just a moment ago," Sam confirmed. "Why?"

"I heard why Cas answers only Y/N's calls these days," Dean said, making Sam to raise his eyebrows. "He has a little crush on her."

Sam turned towards Castiel who was avoiding both of their gazes on him.

"That explains so much," Sam said.

"What do you mean?" Castiel furrowed his eyebrows.

"Well, the way you always say 'yes' to everything she suggests," Sam said. "Or stare at her a little too long. Or always ask where you are whenever you come to us and she's not present. Should i continue listing all the small things i've noticed?"

"No, that's enough," Castiel said, feeling too ill to keep himself focused on talking about his feelings on you to your brothers.

"You know. I know i took you to a brothel a while ago and tried to get you laid," Dean said, sounding a little more awkward now. "And we still have the mission going on to lose your virginity." Dean leaned closer to Castiel. "But i'm not gonna help you to bang my sister."

"Bang?" Castiel narrowed his eyes, while Dean rolled his.

"Sex, Cas. Sex."

"I'm not going to be a part of this conversation," Sam mumbled and shook his head, leaving the kitchen to let his brother and the angel continue their conversation alone.

"While i do find her physically very attractive, i didn't imagine to execute that act with her," Castiel said. It was a partial lie, even though the image of you and him being intimate together had appeared in his dream which he wasn't able to control by his own will.

"Forgot my wallet," you said and rushed to the kitchen, your wallet on top of the drawer. You stopped and looked at Dean and Castiel who had both fallen silent, looking slightly startled. "Did i interrupt something?"

"Oh, no, nothing. Nothing at all," Dean insisted with that smile that made you question his words but you didn't care to start interrogating him.

"Alright," you said slowly.

When you had left again and Dean was about to turn back to Castiel, he was already gone, leaving Dean by himself.

"Son of a bitch," Dean mumbled.

☆☆

[nakylvr]

— THE ONLY EXCEPTION

sophia laforteza x loser g!p reader

summary: with the members scattered around the house, you find yourself trying to keep quiet with sophia

warnings/tags: nsfw content, language, established relationship, 7th member!reader, risky sex, gagging, unprotected sex, riding, cumming inside, not proofread

minors dni

pt 1

laying down on your bed, you were half paying attention to the movie that was playing. it was an off day for you all thankfully, so you were taking the day to relax and lounge around without having to worry about anything. you had been in your room since you woke up, so it wasn't a surprise when you heard a soft knock on the door, and a familiar voice calling your name.

"come in!" you call out loud enough for her to hear.

sophia walks inside, closing the door and locking it behind her, but you didn't notice due to looking back at the tv.

"you've been in here all morning, i was starting to think you were dead," she says, walking up to your bed.

"dead? please," you scoff, shaking your head. your arm reaches out and grabs her hand, pulling her down onto the bed next to you. "what's up?"

"nothin'" sophia responds, her hand moving to push your hair out of your face. "just wanted to see you." she leans in, pressing a soft kiss on your jaw, smiling a bit when she feels you tense up at her touch. she slowly starts trailing kisses from your jaw down to your neck, her leg hooking over you to straddle you.

"s-soph," your voice comes out barely above a whisper, your face turning red at her actions.

"mm?" she hums against your neck, biting down and giggling at the little gasp you let out. "what's wrong, baby?" she whispers in your ear.

a whimper quietly escapes your mouth, a shiver running down your spine. how were you still not used to her words and actions even after months of doing these things with her? it was like the first time every time it happened. it was embarrassing in your personal opinion, but sophia loved it.

"the girls are here," you manage to get out in a quiet voice. with all the members spread around the house, you couldn't help but worry about them hearing you two if you were to do anything. it was always at night when everyone was asleep, or when they were all gone like the last time.

"then you'll just have to be quiet for me." sophia's kisses go back up your neck and jaw until her lips finally meet yours.

you can't contain the noise that leaves your throat when she kisses you. her hips start to roll against you, causing a quiet moan to come from you, your boxers already starting to feel tight past the shorts you were wearing. your lips slide against hers, the kiss turning sloppy and more desperate the more she grinds against you, soft pants leaving both your mouths when she pulls away.

"you can do that for me, right baby?" she says in a low, seductive voice, her hands trailing down your chest lower and lower.

"y-yes." you nod a little too eagerly despite your shaky voice.

a smile quirks on sophia's lips at your answer, and her hands finally reach the band of your shorts, tugging them down your legs along with your boxers. a short whimper leaves your mouth at the cool air hitting your now hard cock, but a moan comes next when she wraps her hand around you. her other hand instantly slaps over your mouth when you let out the sound, but her hand slowly moves up and down your shaft, her thumb smearing the beads of precum that were leaking from your tip making a muffled moan fall from your lips.

"what did i say?" she stops her hand, her eyes staring into yours intensely.

"'m sorry," you make out past her hand still covering your mouth.

sophia doesn't say anything for a moment. removing her hand from your mouth, she strips off her shorts and kicks them off somewhere in the room. she then peels off her soaked panties, bunching it up and holding it in front of your mouth. "if you can't be quiet on your own, then we'll just have to improvise," she says, looking at you expectantly.

your face turns redder when you realize what she's inferring and that she's serious. but an odd sense of arousal shoots through you at the same time. after a moment, you open your mouth, letting her push the bunched up material into your mouth as a makeshift gag, another moan coming from you at the action.

"there we go." sophia pats your cheek, smiling sweetly at you. without another word, one of her hands rests on your shoulder while the other guides your cock to her pussy before slowly sinking down on you. "god...you're so...fucking...big," she breathes out, stopping once you were all the way inside her.

your hands fly to her hips, grabbing onto her tightly as she slowly starts moving against you, a muffled moan coming from you with your eyes squeezing shut.

you couldn't lie, acting out this sinful act trying to be quiet with your members scattered around the house turned you on. along with the makeshift gag in your mouth and being able to smell her arousal seeping through the damp material. you weren't confident in how long you would last.

and you could tell sophia was thinking the same thing. soft, quiet moans leaving her parted lips, her head tilted back with her eyes shut and starting to ride you faster. "fuck..." she sighs softly, her hands gripping your shoulders, nails digging into your skin lightly. "feels so good..." she opens her eyes, staring down at you. "you like this, baby? hm?"

"mhm." your hum is muffled by the material in your mouth, nodding your head with your eyes glued shut, fingers likely leaving faint bruises on her hips from how hard you were holding her. the moans leaving your throat thankfully are also muffled, even if you were trying your best to contain them, you couldn't help but let them out into the gag.

"doing so good for me, mahal, so good," she whispers, her hips moving against you with perfect grace. she lets out a sharp gasp when she feels you hit the special spot inside of her, burying her face in your neck and biting down to stifle her noises that were getting louder.

a louder, strangled moan comes from you when she bites into your neck, thrusting up into her accidentally causing her to moan into your skin. you try to say her name, but it only comes out jumbled and barely able to comprehend.

thankfully, sophia could understand you. feeling you throbbing inside of her and twitching, she knew you were close. her bouncing sped up, her movements becoming sloppy as she feels her own orgasm approaching. the sounds of your hips snapping together filled the room, and you were hoping it wasn't loud enough to be heard outside of the room, but you also didn't care too much in the current moment.

"mmnh, i'm so close," sophia whimpers in your ear. "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

you nod feverishly, your hips pushing up to meet her movements, more muffled moans leaving your mouth.

"cum for me, mahal. fill me up, please," her voice becomes whiney as she lets out more moans into your neck.

as if on command, your hips thrust up one more time before stilling, a long groan escaping from your mouth as spurts of your cum shoot inside her, coating her walls. within the next few seconds, she lets out a whine, biting into your neck again as her body slows its movements, heavy breaths coming from her.

you both sit there in silence for a few minutes before sophia lifts her head from your neck, taking her panties out of your mouth and smiling at you. "thank you, baby." she presses a chaste kiss on your lips. "i love you," she whispers.

"i love you too," you murmur, leaning your head back against the headboard. "i love you so much."

"i know." she smiles wider.

[prael]

Drive You Crazy

Aespa Winter x Male Reader // Quickfire Challenge 2

words: 4,988 Masterlist

"That's it. You're so not getting any tonight. I already told you, it's the lighting." There's an inflexion at the end of the sentence. A little indicator, a warning light, Winter's about to raise her voice - lose her cool - and it'll be the second time in as many minutes.

"Did you shave them off?" you ask, leaning in far too close to her brow.

"What?!" she snaps. "I did not shave off my fucking eyebrows."

"Is it some sort of trend? Are people into that? If it is then I don’t think I like it."

"Not only are you not getting any, you're sleeping on the floor." She's trying not to get angry, trying to make this all into a joke, but the way her lips are pursed - and those are still perfect, as ever - means you've pushed her a little too far.

"I don't want to sleep with someone with no eyebrows anyway."

No words this time, only a punch in your left arm. You yelp in mock pain, rubbing your shoulder as though she's actually done any real damage. You start stumbling ahead of her, acting out a limp, and you know she's staring at you with that 'fuck-off-now-or-I'm-actually-gonna-hit-you' expression on her face. "That did not hurt, stop it."

"I'm pretty sure I've got a bruise, look." You turn around, rolling up the sleeve of your t-shirt to expose the skin below. It's not there, obviously, but you wait until Winter's standing beside you before you start laughing. She doesn't find it quite so funny.

"You're so fragile. So easily damaged," she says, walking past you, bumping your shoulder again. Her dress ripples in the gentle breeze that whips up behind the trees to your right, before flowing through, carrying the scent of pine, earth, and fresh grass. A fitting compliment to the lake on your left, and the setting sun above. The sky is painted a vivid red, with a gradient of pink, orange and purple, and the clouds are thin, like wisps of cotton candy.

You follow a few steps behind, plotting your next move, your next opportunity to annoy her. It's a game you love to play because you know that no matter how much she might pretend otherwise, Winter does enjoy it. And it's easy to wind her up, so easy. "Hey, can we go for a swim? It looks like it's really warm."

"No," she says, not even bothering to look back at you.

"God, you're so boring." You catch up to her, walk side by side, and wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, kissing her on the temple, just below her hairline. "But you are the prettiest girl here, I'll give you that."

"Shut up, I'm the only girl here," she says, though the hint of a smile appears. "I'm boring for not wanting to throw myself in a lake filled with who knows what."

"Fish," you say.

"Exactly."

"And plants, and water..."

"Thank you for clearing that up."

"Don't mention it."

"You're an ass, do you know that?"

"So you keep telling me."

"Yeah, well, maybe one day you'll start believing me."

"Maybe."

The two of you continue walking along the dirt path, through the trees, and out towards the clearing. Winter's arm has made its way around your waist, and now the two of you are walking in time, matching strides, the sound of your steps on the gravel echoing in a pattern that becomes almost rhythmic. You're close to your cabin now, just a few more minutes and you'll be able to throw off your shoes and fall onto the bed, pull her down with you, and-

"I'm gonna take a bath," Winter says.

"Funny, I was just thinking something similar."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, I was thinking you could take a bath right now." You bend and scoop Winter up into your arms, lifting her from her feet and holding her tight against your chest. She lets out a loud, high-pitched scream, but it's followed by a laugh.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

"Nope." You're already moving, already half-running, and as her hands come to rest on the side of your neck, you feel her fingers pressing hard into your skin, trying to keep her balance.

"Are you serious?"

"Always," you reply.

"You're such a dumbass. If you drop me-"

"Gonna drop you alright." You veer left before you reach the cabin, stepping onto the pier and out towards the middle of the lake, ignoring the screams of protest from Winter.

"You are not dropping me in there, I swear to God, if you do, I'm leaving you. I will never-"

You cut her off, letting her drop into the water with a splash, and you stand there, watching as her head pops out from beneath the surface, hair flat against her forehead, sticking to her cheeks. "It's freezing cold, you shit!" She yells.

"What? You were looking a little hot, figured a dip in the lake would cool you down."

"I hate you." She splashes water in your direction.

"Oh, you don't mean that," you reply, bending at the knees, peering over the edge of the dock. She's wiping her hair from her face, and there's a glare, a dark shadow cast across her features that makes you think you've gone a step too far.

"Get in," she says, grabbing your ankles and pulling.

"Winter! Don't-" You're falling before you have time to finish the sentence, and the world seems to move in slow motion, the water approaching as if it's coming to a stop for you, rather than the other way around. You break the surface, spluttering, coughing. "It's fucking freezing."

"That's what I just said."

"Yeah, well," you try to catch your breath, "I guess I was too busy admiring how hot you were to pay any attention."

"Don't start saying nice things after you've already dunked me in here. I'll never believe you again."

"Come here."

"Why?"

"Just, come here." You reach out, grabbing her hand, and pulling her towards you.

"We're gonna get hypothermia," she snaps.

"I'll warm you up."

Your hands meet her hips, and she wraps her legs around your waist, her arms around your neck. It's an embrace that's been repeated a thousand times, but one you know will never become repetitive. The way her lips move against yours is always exciting, always fresh, as if it's the first time all over again. And when you feel her tongue slip inside your mouth, and her fingers tangle themselves in your hair, there's nothing in the world you want more.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" Winter says.

"I know."

"But you're my asshole."

"I know."

You kiss her again, and as her teeth gently bite your bottom lip, your grip on her tightens.

"Let's get back to the cabin," she whispers.

"Why?"

"Because," she says, "I want to fuck you."

"I thought I wasn't getting any tonight."

"Shut up already, will you?"

-

You leave a trail of water in your wake. Through the doorway, over the hardwood floor, making a trail to the bathroom. There are puddles on the carpet, droplets of water clinging to your skin, and goosebumps covering both your bodies. You feel them on her as you peel the dress from her body. Light fabric, sodden and made heavy, clinging to her every curve, and every crease, until it's a puddle on the floor.

"You're a mess," she says, and there's a playful grin on her face.

"Me?" You look down, running your eyes over her naked form. "Yeah, right. Look at you. Think we washed off whatever was left of your eyebrows, though."

She hits you with the palm of her hand, and then her arms are wrapped around your neck, her lips pressed against yours. You step forward, pushing her into the shower and then you reach out, palming against the wall and searching for the knob. Water cascades from the ceiling, and your eyes are open, staring straight into Winter's as her hand grips your wrist, pulling it downwards, pressing your fingers against her. You're smiling, and she is too.

"Is this the part where I'm not getting any?" You ask, and her response is a roll of her eyes and a shake of her head.

"It's the part where you stop talking." She kisses you again, and you're more than happy to comply. Her tongue slips into your mouth, your finger into her cunt, and it's hot, wet, and desperate - the kiss and the cunt. It's the latter that has you weak at the knees.

You press her against the tiled wall, her back arching away from the cold surface. The shower's a tight squeeze, and the steam and spray are starting to fill the small space, but the water's warm, and Winter's warmer. And as you slip another finger inside her, her eyes flutter closed and her nails dig into the back of your neck, dragging along the skin.

You're at her neck now, an assault on her senses. Tongue and teeth and lips and hands, all working together to coax out moans, gasps, and whispers. "Don't stop." You hear her say, and it's not as if you could, or would.

It's the little things that make you want to worship her. The way her breath catches when you suck on her pulse point, the way her nails dig harder, her hands grab tighter, the way she starts rolling her hips and grinding against the heel of your palm. You curl your fingers, push in deeper, and feel her clench, tightening around them.

You've got her fucking planted against the wall. Water runs down her naked form. Rolling down those shoulders; a cascade over her breasts; flowing over her toned stomach that tightens ever more by the second; dripping off her thighs, which are spread wide, and shaking with each thrust of your fingers. And, finally, the rivulets of water that stream down her back, her ass, her legs.

You pull her into another kiss, and the noises she's making are driving you crazy. Her moans, her pants, her curses. And the way her lips tremble and her jaw quivers. "Fuck, keep going, just like that," she whispers, and your heart skips a beat, and the throbbing between your legs becomes almost painful.

You know she's getting close. She always gets the same look on her face. That expression of pleasure mixed with pain like the feeling's almost too much, but it's just enough. And when she cums, she throws her head back, and her hands ball into fists. And the only sound she makes is a gasp, and her body goes rigid, her walls tighten, and you feel her cumming against your fingers, and then her knees buckle and you have to catch her, hold her steady.

"You're always so easy," you tease, and her eyes open. She's looking at you like she wants to punch you, or fuck you, or both. Maybe.

"No, I'm not." There's that signature furrow of her brow, that telltale crease.

"So easy," you repeat.

"I'll show you easy," she says, and the next thing you know, your back's against the tiles and her mouth is on yours.

And, oh, does she show you.

-

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

You're lying beside each other, the sheets pulled up, barely covering the two of you. Your bodies are entwined, your limbs tangled, and Winter's head rests on your chest, her ear against your chest, listening to the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat.

"Talk about what?" Winter asks.

"Well, we've never done that before."

"We have sex all the time," she says quizzically.

"That wasn't just sex," you reply.

"My ass?" She looks up at you.

"Your ass." You nod, smiling. "That was.... new. How was it? Did it hurt?"

"You know, the fact that you're asking questions and not making jokes is kinda weirding me out. Don't think it's going to be a regular thing, okay?" Winter rolls off your chest and onto her back, her head resting on her own pillow, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "How was it for you?"

"Unexpected. Hot."

"You can stop trying to play it cool. I saw you back there, losing your mind while you fucked my ass."

"You're the one who came so hard that she nearly passed out."

"Shut up," she laughs. "Go to sleep. And don't even think about touching me in the morning. My ass hurts."

"I could kiss it better."

"Fuck off," she says, slapping your arm, but there's a smile on her lips, and then she shuffles closer to you, draping an arm over your stomach.

-

"Last day," Winter sighs as she looks out onto the lake from the balcony, her arms folded across the railing as she leans forward against it. The metal is cool on her exposed stomach. She's wearing one of your shirts and nothing else, and the way the morning breeze ripples against it sends a chill running up her spine. The sun is already warming her skin though, and the coolness is more than welcome.

"Not ready to leave?" you ask from inside the cabin, still packing the clothes you brought with you.

"I'm not sure," she replies, turning her head, and watching you fold a t-shirt and place it into the suitcase that sits open on the bed. "I do miss my own bed, but I'm not sure I want to go back to reality yet."

"Reality can wait another few hours, don't you think?" you ask as you approach her on the balcony, wrapping your arms around her from behind, your hands resting on her stomach, pulling her closer.

"I guess," she says. "We'll leave and then be replaced by some other young couple that will fuck all day, every day."

"Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?"

"No, not at all," she says, rolling her eyes. "I'm not the jealous type."

"I think you might be," you say, pressing a kiss against the back of her neck, just below her hairline. "Remember when we were in that bar, and the bartender kept winking at me?"

"How could I forget? I wanted to smash my bottle over her head."

"Point proven." Another kiss and your fingers begin to play with the edge of the shirt. "So, we have a few hours left. Want to go for a walk somewhere? Maybe we can see where the trails go today?"

"Maybe you can get down on your knees?"

"You want to waste the last day of vacation in bed?"

"Sex with a view? Yes please." Winter pulls your hand onto her ass, and you can feel her smile when you press your lips against the back of her neck again. "You can't say you don't like the idea."

"That doesn't mean it's not a waste." You reply, trailing kisses on her neck, and along her shoulders.

"So you don't want to fuck me against that balcony?"

"Don't get it twisted. I'm going to fuck you against that balcony." You run a hand up from her hip, over her toned stomach, underneath the shirt, until it meets her breast. It fits perfectly like it was made just for you, and you feel her hardening nipple press against your palm.

"Then stop talking and put that mouth of yours to work."

"I'm gonna eat you until your legs give out," you whisper into her ear. She lets out a soft gasp just before you slide down to your knees, your hands on her ass. "Hands on the railing."

"Why?"

"Just, trust me," you reply. You hear a faint giggle and then feel her shift slightly, the skin of her palms pressing against the metal bars of the railing.

You push up the shirt, bunching it at the small of her back, baring her cute ass to the world. You plant kisses on her right cheek, biting gently, dragging your teeth across her smooth flesh. Your hands run down the backs of her thighs, fingers trailing up the inside until they reach their destination, her wet cunt. You feel the heat first, the warmth emanating from her, the dampness between her thighs. Your thumb runs along her slit and her legs buckle ever so slightly, her grip tightening on the railing.

You start slow, your thumb parting her, the tip running along her folds, stopping just short of her clit before repeating the pattern. She lets out a breathy moan, her body already responding to your touch. You continue to adorn her ass in kisses, your tongue leaving wet patches on her soft skin.

Winter rolls her hips, pushing herself against you. "Not quite the knee-buckling orgasm I was promised."

"You're so needy." You smile and take firm hold of her ass with both hands. "And annoying." You spread her open and run the flat of your tongue from the front to the back. She moans again, her back arching, pushing her ass further out, and you do the same thing once more, and again, and again. Until she's whining, and the muscles in her stomach tighten.

You eat Winter's ass as if you were starved of her like you hadn't already spent days doing exactly that, as if her taste were a drug you'd gone too long without. You lose yourself in her. You forget the world around the two of you. You're barely aware of your surroundings anymore; all that matters is having your face buried between her cheeks, your tongue in her hole, and the sounds coming out of her mouth. You're drunk on her.

"Fuck!" she moans. Her knuckles are turning white, and you know that she's trying to stop herself from reaching behind her, pulling you into her, grabbing fistfuls of your hair, and forcing you deeper.

You take a moment of respite, planting kisses over her soft cheeks. "You're gonna wake up the entire forest if you keep making noise," you say.

"Don't stop," she replies.

"Wasn't planning on it."

You dip back down, running your tongue over her hole, pressing harder this time. Her body shakes and shudders as she fights to stay upright. Her thighs are shaking and she's clenching, and you feel the pressure of her ring tightening as if she were trying to pull your tongue in.

The sun is beating down on both of you now, and the sweat rolls down your back. You can taste it on her too. A sheen on her skin, kissed by the morning sunlight, and there are droplets of sweat collecting in the dimples above her ass, which you make sure to kiss, too.

"Oh fuck, keep going." Winter's head drops and her hair cascades around her face. You reach around her, finding her pussy soaking, dripping. You dip your fingers in, pushing them past her folds. She's tight and wet, and so hot that it almost feels like your fingers might melt. Almost. Her hips buck and her breathing quickens. "Don't you fucking stop."

"Not planning to," you reply, muffled, your face pressed against her.

So here you are, middle of a forest, on the balcony of a rented cabin that feels as if it's a million miles away from society. Your girlfriend is standing with both hands gripping the metal bars of the balcony railing, naked, her head down, hair everywhere, back arched and pushing her ass back against your face. You're on your knees, hands on her hips, fingers inside her. Your mouth, lips, and tongue are worshipping her in a way that feels almost religious. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

She's going to cum. It's some sort of cosmic truth that you can feel, in the same way you know the sun is going to set tonight, and the moon will appear. She's going to cum on your fingers and on your tongue. She's going to shake and scream, and she'll have to sit down when you're done with her.

"Oh, I'm so close," she moans.

You don't respond. You simply redouble your efforts. You curl your fingers and you drag the tip of your tongue over her sensitive hole. Her breathing is ragged, and she's losing her mind. The muscles in her ass and thighs are tightening and her back is arched so hard that it looks painful. You feel her clench, and then her entire body is spasming as if electricity is coursing through her veins.

Winter lets out a string of curses as she cums on your fingers, your hand, your arm, the floor - she's making a mess of everything. And when it finally passes, and she's standing, shaking, you stand too, wrap her in your arms and pull her into an embrace. "I think my legs actually went weak." She's breathing hard and there are tears in her eyes, and she's looking at you with that same expression she always has after she's cum.

"Told you," you say.

"Yeah, well," she breathes hard, looking out over nature's beauty. "I'm still standing." You kiss the back of her neck again and you can't help but smile. It's the smile that only Winter can put on your face, and as the sun climbs higher in the sky, you're happy to be spending your days in this little piece of heaven.

"Good. It would have been a real shame if you gave up already. We have a whole morning, after all." You pull her shirt (Your shirt? The details are meaningless.) up roughly and expose her lithe body to the world. You pull it at her neck, using the bunched-up fabric to hold her in place. You press into the small of her back, bend her over the railing, and your hand wanders down to her hip.

"I'm surprised you have anything left to give after this week." Winter chuckles and pushes her ass against you. "Drained you dry and then some."

-

"Just keep your eyes on the road, will you?" Winter snaps.

"Kinda difficult with you doing that," you say.

"I mean it. Don't you dare crash. I don't want to be in the news as the idol who crashed with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth."

"It's not even in your mouth."

"Not yet." She flashes a mischievous smile as she strokes you.

"We've been on the road for less than twenty minutes and you're already on me," you laugh. "You can barely go an hour without me inside you."

"You weren't complaining earlier when I was riding you."

"I wasn't driving a high-speed hunk of metal down the highway then. , take it easy."

"I don't think I can. I've got my hands on your big cock, how am I meant to control myself?" Winter's hand runs down the entire length, from base to tip. "I just want it in me all the time."

"I'll pull over, okay?"

"Don't pull over." Winter's hand is replaced by her head in your lap. "Eyes on the road."

"Fuck," you say, as her tongue swirls around the tip. You can feel her hand gripping your cock tight. Her lips slide down to meet it. She's wet, warm, and so inviting that you find your eyes drifting down to watch, only to have to look back to the road.

Winter doesn't take your entire length in one go, no, she takes her time, teasing the tip of your cock before licking the entire length, base to top. It's a game for her, a game you love, but a game nonetheless. She wants you to cum, but she wants to drag it out for as long as she can.

Your hands are gripped tightly around the wheel, knuckles white. The urge to grab her head and push her down on your cock, to gag her with it, to have her choke on it, to use her pretty little face for nothing more than her own pleasure, it's overwhelming. "Just let me pull over," you say.

"No time. Eyes on the road."

The next ten minutes seem to last an hour. Winter's mouth is doing its magic, taking you deeper with every movement, taking more and more until the entire thing is down her throat. You hear her gag on it, feel the vibrations against the head, and your cock throbs in her mouth.

She pulls up with a pop and a gasp for air, and then she's at it again, bobbing up and down on it, her spit running down the sides of the shaft.

"Shit, keep doing that," you whisper. Winter's tongue runs over the head of your cock, and you're struggling to concentrate, but then it stops - the contact gone. "Fuck, Winter. Come on, I'm so close."

"I know." She says. "That's why I stopped." There's a glint in her eye, something you recognise.

"Oh come on, are you seriously-"

"Yep," she cuts you off, sitting back in the passenger seat. "My turn." She unbuttons her jeans and shimmies them down off her hips. Just enough so she can slip a hand under them.

"That's it. I'm pulling over."

"No! We'll be late. You have to keep driving," Winter moans as she begins to touch herself. Her legs spread wider and you watch her out of the corner of your eye.

"Winter..."

"I said eyes on the fucking road," she growls, her fingers picking up pace.

It's the most awkward fifteen minutes of your life, and it feels like you spend more of the time staring at her than at the road. Winter is panting, gasping, moaning. She's grinding her hips into the seat and she's thrown her head back, eyes shut, mouth agape. And her fingers are working her pussy like she's possessed.

She puts her leg up on the dash and sinks deeper into the seat. You can see how wet her cunt is from here. It glistens with the juices dripping out of her. Her nipples are poking through her shirt, and you want to pull over and fuck her brains out, but she keeps telling you no, so instead, you watch her finger herself in the passenger seat.

Winter's close, you can tell. Her breathing is shallow and ragged, and she's mumbling something under her breath, too quiet for you to hear. Her body starts to tremble and shake, and you're half-watching, half-driving when she finally cums. Hard. And she screams, and you swerve, and someone behind you blares their horn, and you can barely breathe. She looks like a mad woman. She's still writhing, grinding, and panting, her fingers rubbing circles on her clit, her back arching.

"This is torture," you whisper, eyes glued back to the road, heart thumping, palms sweating.

"I think I'm going to pass out," Winter breathes, slumping down in her seat. "Fuck that felt good."

"Great, now how about a fucking hand here?" you laugh, gesturing at your dick. It's throbbing, and aching, and it needs to be touched.

"Oh, right." She's out of breath, but she manages to pull her pants back on, button them up, and crawl back into your lap, her fingers wrapping around your shaft. "Guess I forgot."

"How convenient."

Winter wraps her lips around your cock again, and this time, she's more eager. Her tongue swirls around the tip while she moves her head up and down. You feel the pressure building in your abdomen, and the world is starting to blur. It's just her and her pretty pink lips wrapped around you. Her tongue is hot and wet and so fucking soft. And she's sucking you. She's moaning with your cock in her mouth, and it's sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

"You're hungry," you grunt.

"Mm-hmm," Winter responds. She shifts onto her knees on the passenger seat, her cute ass in the air and her mouth wrapped around your dick. Everyone you overtake could just glance over and see her. Tight jeans and a tighter ass; they'd be hard-pressed to look away. But you're not going to be pressing anything except her face into your cock. Your hand finds its way to the back of her head and you push down gently until the entire length is in her mouth.

"Winter..." you grunt with one hand on the wheel and one in her hair. She bobs her head, and you feel her gag and choke. Spit dribbles down the corners of her mouth and onto your lap, and her eyes water, but she doesn't stop, she just keeps going, and you feel yourself building up, getting closer.

Winter moans around you and the vibration sends shockwaves through you. It's so hard not to thrust up into her. She gags, and you feel the head of your cock hitting the back of her throat.

"Fuck, just like that. Keep doing that." Your knuckles are white, and Winter's eyes are watering. Your fingers grip her hair tighter, pushing down on her, and her eyes roll back, her body trembling.

You cum in her mouth. Your entire body tenses up, and the road disappears. Your eyes are shut, and your back arches off the chair, and your hand grips her head. You fill that pretty mouth with your hot cum. She sucks it down, greedily swallowing it all.

Your eyes snap open. You're lucky. You didn't crash. You're still on the road, and you're alive, and you've just cum harder than ever.

"Better?" Winter asks, popping off of you.

"Much better." You say, trying to regain your composure.

"Good." She smiles at you, wiping at her chin. "How'd you like to get home late?"

"Oh, so now we're pulling over?" You laugh. You find a turn and take it, then another, until you're parked, overlooking a field. Winter's hands are already exploring under your shirt, and she's kissing your neck.

"Gonna ride you so hard that you can't think straight for the rest of the day."

[palskippah]

Hi! Nimona told him to do a thumbs up (also I hope you get the reference image because I couldn't find it ajkdsad)

There's some mpreg headcanons and drawings under the cut! :D

By the way the limit of images is 30 so I had to make some longer images with comics to save space and put more drawings 😭

-Also, small continuation from the previous drawing:

(I wrote baby album but maybe it should be those albums that people keep of the pregnancy process ajskd)

-When Ballister first started showing, he was a bit insecure about it, but Ambrosius helped with that, in the romantic sense of worshipping and whatever, but also like this:

Translation (did my best to see how to translate it sorry sdjksd it works better in spanish)

1 Ballister: I think it's too soon to be getting fat- Ambrosius: You know what else is getting fat? 2 Ambrosius: Who said that

-Ballister goes through the denial of needing new clothes, so imagine him still wearing the stuff he usually wears and Nimona coming from behind and picking at the clothes by his shoulder and going in a high-pitched voice, as if the shirt was talking - I'm tired, boss while Ballister swats her away and say, leave me alone, it still fits me >:(

(it doesn't)

>Also Ballister absolutely refusing to wear maternity clothes, the only one he got he was like, wearing it and looking very unimpressed, and Ambrosius' like, you don't like it? :( and Ballister says, No. It's ugly as fuck >:(

>So, he just gets bigger shirts and stretch-ier pants and that's it. Also he gets an oversized hoodie and he says that's gonna be his best friend the rest of the pregnancy, and both Nimona and Ambrosius gasp offendedly at that.

So-

Ambrosius (turning to look at Nimona): What the- hey, I am his best friend. Nimona: Course not! You lost that privilege with what happened that one time (she means the movie events, more than five years ago) Ballister: Ambrosius' my best friend, Nimona. Ambrosius: HAH >:D Nimona: Aw :( Ballister: Because you're my sidekick :) Nimona: :D Ambrosius: Hey, what now- that sounds better than best friend :(

-Ballister during most of the pregnancy is like, woo baby :) but at the very last months he's at least half of the time pissed off, tired and done with being pregnant.

(my incredible math skills in the next point)

>70% of that time he's mad at Ambrosius (who made him pregnant), 20% mad at Nimona (who consciously (and sometimes unconsciously) gets on his nerves) and the remaining 10 he's pissed off at Baby (and he gets sad about that one, because he's just a baby, so he redirects it at Ambrosius instead 😔)

>Ambrosius does his best to be of help but usually there's nothing he can do aside from being there (and sometimes getting out of Ballister's sight, if he's really angry- in the sense of 'I don't even want to see you now')

>Most of the time Ballister just cools off.

-Also Ambrosius giving him massages, sometimes randomly on his shoulders or his feet, and sometimes something more elaborated, like Ballister laying down and him using body oil, setting the ambient and all to massage his back (and Ballister almost always falls asleep in those).

>Sometimes tho he just does a 'chop chop chop' at his shoulders (it doesn't do anything besides amusing Ballister and keeping him company)

>Also Nimona said that of course he'd just randomly start chopping Ballister while Ballister does nothing about it, so Ambrosius starts chopping her instead

(made these two drawings with like three weeks of difference ajdkad)

(N/SFW thingies on the next four points and the next four images)

-Also with that previous point imagine Ballister waking up all angry, and Ambrosius just not knowing what he can do for him to stop being mad, but it turns out that Ballister had just woken up horny and pent-up.

>And once he realizes, he's like Ambrosius... (with intentions of getting some), and Ambrosius is like 🧍? because a second ago Ballister wasn't even looking at him.

-Also with this, Ballister is just very much hornier now (after the first trimester which was the worst) and Ambrosius doesn't mind at all - except when his jaw gets sore or he's running late for work because they lost track of time and also other situations ajsdks but usually he's delighted.

>(In the drawing Ballister just crossed one leg over the other once he heard Ambrosius coming in, because he can't maintain the position too long without getting uncomfortable sdjksj)

-Whenever Ballister is like >:c and looking in Ambrosius' direction, he immediately assumes that his husband is angry at him.

>Y'know when you look intensely at someone so they feel your gaze and look at you back? Ballister here is trying to apply that, but it doesn't work bc of the previous point askdad

-I had written sometime (I think) about them blaming Baby on literally anything that has more or less to do with him. If Ballister's crying, if he forgets stuff, if Nimona coddles Ballister too much and pisses him off, if Ambrosius wastes all the cleaning product in two weeks because he had been cleaning too much (he's nesting and realizes that sometime later), if Nimona and Ballister eat the weirdest stuff that at least he wouldn't eat in normal circumstances- and a long etc.

-During Ballister's pregnancy, Nimona works the most she had ever worked in her existence (in the biscuit factory):

-Both Nimona and Ambrosius are the most supportive c: yippie. Supportive husband/best friend and supportive sidekick/friend/sibling/etc

>An example would be of Ballister being tired, and if the time allows, the other two will immediately suggest a nap.

>Their collective naps usually last hours and they wake up disoriented, sweaty, with drool and the sheets marked on their faces.

>Also they wake up almost always stacked, Nimona always under the other two.

Translation

Nimona and Ballister: (snoring) Ambrosius: Fuck- what year is it? (tries to lift himself up)

-Also Nimona is the self-assigned pregnancy pillow, and at first Ballister had refused to let her do that, but as a sidekick she took it upon herself to make sure that her boss was comfy and could sleep well - and Ballister reminded her that that's not what sidekicks are for. She said, fuck off I'll do it anyways >:c

>Anyways he sleeps great with her help and earns himself a huge told you so from Nimona.

>I had written a thingy where just when she woke up she was like good morning boss :D while Ballister also said good morning and she hugged him while pushing Ambrosius away, even out of bed. I can't remember where I left it but once I find it, I'll see if it's good for posting pipipi Also Ballister and Ambrosius are corny husbands

>Also here I drew my vague idea of a bear bc I was too lazy to look for Nimona bear references sowwy

-Nimona sometimes shapeshifts into Ballister to make fun of him.

(This one joke gets lost in translation which is a shame but I'm gonna share the comic anyways sdjs)

>(She's messing around about names, doing a play in words using Gloreth's name while Ballister is already warning her to stop)

>Nimona urges them to get a name soon because Baby is almost born, and they're like yeah chill we're on it - and they're both sitting on the sofa, with Ballister's legs over Ambrosius' lap, while Ballister goes through their list on his tablet and Ambrosius focuses on giving him a massage on his feet.

They're like-

Ballister: So, Cyril? Ambrosius: No, my horse at the Institute was called that. Ballister: Right, then not that one... What about Casper? Ambrosius: Hmm... no. Ballister: Why not? Ambrosius: I don't know, I just don't really like it. Do you? Ballister: Eh, it's alright, I guess. I don't think Baby looks like a Casper, though Nimona: You don't even know how he looks yet! Ballister: You shut up, kid >:v Ballister: So, what about…

And they're making nearly to none progress but yeah sjdsd

>Also imagine Nimona (as Ballister) imitating what he does now that he's pregnant but x10 times more.

Translations

1 AUGHH- MY BACK 2 FUCKING AMBROSIUS! 3 Ambrosito? Can you get me a sweet treat? 🥺 4 I'M HUGE WAAA

>And while Ballister is like wtf I don't act like that, he turns to Ambrosius like, do I act like that? 😥 And Ambrosius, who was laughing to himself, goes, well... not so intensely, which is good enough for Ballister.

>But Nimona points out to what Ballister is eating with a mocking smile (and it is weird to be mocked by a version of himself that has a pink strand on his hair, but whatever), and he's like ? what? and realizes that he did ask for a sweet treat almost like Nimona depicted he does, because he did pull the big sparkly eyes and he did call Ambrosius Ambrosito while at it.

>Then he's wondering if he really complains about his back like that (he does, but as Ambrosius said, he isn't so intense about it, usually just holding his lower back and throwing his head back as he winces. Normal)

>(the yelling insults at Ambrosius is definitely not true. But he does throw daggers at him with his eyes when he's angry, he has to admit to himself)

>Now, about crying because he feels huge- yes. Very much true, but he doesn't wail. Just sobs and cries a river like the sensible, serious adult he is.

-Also that thing of knights don't cry and whatever. This one knight does cry, and he cries a lot (at least while he's pregnant).

>He cried once because he dreamt that Nimona was a little spider and even though he warned Ambrosius to be careful, he accidentally crushed her and he woke up not only incredibly sad but also upset with Ambrosius, even though he was aware that it was silly to get mad with him over a dream.

>Nimona was like boss :( while hugging him, and Ambrosius had to scoot a bit away because Ballister didn't even want to look at him as he wept. Ambrosius said a lot of reassuring words of I'm sorry, I think I didn't see her :( while Ballister was like, but I warned you so many times :'[

>Then he was like, I promise you, I'd never hurt Nimona. And Nimona herself said, yeah boss, I'd crush him first, don't you worry about it :) and Ballister said, but I couldn't protect you :''[ while hugging her harder.

>And both Nimona and Ambrosius are (internally) like, ohh, so that's what it's about.

>Anyways, just a bunch of hugging and comforting gets him to feel a little less sad and also Nimona saying, but you're great at protecting me now :D so, there's all that sdjksd

-Sometimes Ballister just breaks down over seemingly the most trivial stuff too (which is usually just the last straw over a bunch of other stuff going on)

Translation

1 Ambrosius: Balli? What happened? D: Ballister (with one eyeline going up and the other going down): Ambrosito, my eyeline's crooked* *the straw that broke the camel's back (his hair isn't cooperating) (his back hurts) (done) (clothes feel uncomfortable) (the baby won't stay still) 2 Ambrosius (doing Ballister's eyeline): Stay very still, love (focused) 3 (they're in front of the mirror) Ballister (laughing his ass off): BUT HOW DID YOU MAKE IT EVEN MORE CROOKED?! Ambrosius (embarrassed): Aw Ballister (holding his belly): Ow, Baby, don't kick me, sorry, sorry! I'll stay still now-

>(Y'know when a pregnant person laughs the baby inside gets all shaken skdsd I find it funny, so imagine Baby being like ??!! because Ballister keeps laughing too hard and shaking him all around and his kicks are like him going, stay the fuck still D:<) (Ballister's still weepy but now he's crying with laughter, which is better than him crying from being overwhelmed)

-Also Ballister's very scared of giving birth but he's very good at pretending that Baby will simply materialize in his arms rather than him having to push him out.

(Drawings based over this)

Translation

1 Ballister happy because his baby is almost born 2 (Remembers that he has to give birth to him)

-The day that he was in labor and all, imagine the water just breaking and stuff and Nimona being like 'okay everyone DON'T PANIC' while panicking and also Ballister's panicking too (Ambrosius' at work and when he's told he also panics and arrives at the hospital in record time still wearing his armor. The power of first-time father panic)

(But someone gotta be not panicking in the situation, so Ambrosius calms the fuck down and becomes the calming presence that Ballister can rely on c: also Nimona calms down too and goes back to being herself and is very good at distracting Ballister while he goes through contractions and the hours before pushing.)

>Also y'know how in TV sometimes someone else imitates the pregnant person's breathing exercises by going huff huff huff quickly ajsdkjd

>Also Ballister going Nimona what about the bags and also don't carry me there?! and her going shit right and ignoring the second half, then returning for the bags and grabbing them, all while holding Ballister like a doll (a doll with a little doll inside SJDS pregnant barbie)

En español pensaba que fuera = AYÚDENLO, SE LE SALE LA WAWA - NIMONA DEJA DE HACER SHOW

-Wrote a lil something about Baby's birth and Ballister going through kinda a rollercoaster of emotions because at the very beginning of the pushing stage he almost had a panic attack, but then everyone in the room helped him calm down, and when he thought everything was going great, the doctor offered Ambrosius to receive their baby, and of course his husband was very excited about it and said yes, getting dressed up in the medical gown, the facemask, the gloves and all that.

(Initially everything after that was supposed to go swiftly, but I thought, no, what if Ambrosius faints like some dads do? and after watching a TikTok of a woman whose partner did faint and they had to pause her birth to hold him up because he was like over 6 feet tall, I was like hell yeah that's it)

>When Ambrosius finally got between Ballister's legs to look, his blood pressure went the fuck down. And since he's pretty tall and the nurse that tried to catch him was pretty short, the other one had to join in and then the doctor too to avoid him slamming on the ground. The thing was that Ambrosius was clearly fighting very hard against unconsciousness, giving the three people holding him false hope about him finally holding his own weight, making them almost drop him multiple times.

>Sensibly, the situation was kinda scary, because the three people assisting his baby's birth were busy trying to hold his husband from fainting. Said husband was clearly fighting with everything he got to keep himself conscious, and Ballister could very much feel his baby crowning.

>But seeing three short people trying to hold Ambrosius up and yelping when they almost dropped him several times, and remembering that Ambrosius had been so excited about it but hadn't been able to even stand the view, and feeling pretty nervous because his main emotional support couldn't even keep himself awake-, made him crack up.

>So, he's laughing out loud and going every once in a while, owfuck- because it still hurts like a bitch, while the other three keep going, YOU'LL DROP HIM. BE CAREFUL, SIR?? SIR, CAN YOU HEAR ME? and Ambrosius' like, yea- (faints again)

>(they're well aware that they gotta deliver the baby, so they're doing their best to hurry Ambrosius to get out of the way)

>The whole thing had made Ballister's body feel weak from the laughter, and he had to try and calm down to have strength again and push the baby out.

>As you'd guess, Ambrosius didn't receive their baby, and had to sit down and eat something sweet to not faint again, but he managed to stay on his feet well enough to cut the umbilical cord yippie.

>So anyways, Baby out, wrapped and all that, Ballister kept laughing more quietly about it and saying that they should mark the date in the calendar to celebrate Ambrosius fainting over almost delivering their baby. And Ambrosius' like hmm, I don't know Balli, maybe we could use this date for our son's birthday, don't you think? and Ballister's like OH RIGHT and now started laughing at himself.

I keep thinking of new stuff that contradicts what I already have posted, sowwy

>Imagine Ambrosius practically begging Ballister to not tell Nimona, while the other says she'd love to know but also is aware that she'd never let Ambrosius live it down, so he agrees on not telling her. Both eventually tell both Nimona and Baby when the latter is older and inquired about his birth, and indeed, Nimona loved the anecdote, and never let Ambrosius live it down, since then.

-Ideas about Nimona infiltrating the room in the form of a nurse after Baby is born and blowing up her cover when she commented on the baby's nose being just like Gol- Mr. Goldenheart's. And also, his hair being black like Bo- Mr. Goldenheart's.

>At the beginning when they had been admiring their baby, Ambrosius had said, he got your hair D': pipipi (he cried the second Baby got placed in his arms, got a drawing of that but I don't like how it came out wah, Ambrosius' wearing a facemask and being all tear-eyed pipipi) and Ballister had said, he got your nose :D but Ambrosius had said no? that's just a baby's nose, how can you even tell. But after Nimona commented on it, Ballister's saying told you so, it's your nose, while Ambrosius' like, Mr. Goldenheart could be either of us (both smiling amusedly because Nimona's too silly and they clearly know it's her, but she's all idk who's Nimona?)

-Also, I don't know how to make that work with the idea that when she got kicked out to the hall for the pushing bit, she went to steal some flowers and balloons with 'it's a boy!' on them for Ballister. But anyways, I'll write that bit too.

-Also this is Goldenheart with their baby, and I drew it a while back but realized that I don't like it anymore, so I'll do a redrawing someday sdjksd

>Imagine that Ambrosius was in the hospital bed with Baby while Ballister was getting ready so they could leave to their home, and Nimona said pictures timeee and then took that pic, with Ballister pointing at Baby and being all :D Also, Ambrosius looked pretty good and all, and Ballister was all unshaven face, kinda messy hair, the hospital band with his name still wrapped on his wrist as he pointed at Baby, and yet there were some people online that were like ??! Ambrosius Goldenloin Goldenheart was pregnant??

>And the people that knew even if a little bit about the Goldenheart's life, and also because they still went out and whatever, were like ? no? didn't you see Ballister like, a week ago? (Where he was very obviously pregnant and Ambrosius clearly wasn't sdjkdj)

>Every once in a while, Nimona would remember about this and repost it again, even after Baby is much older.

And that's it! If you read till here, bless you ajsdkadj

I've got more stuff about mpreg, both written and drawn, so I hope to make another post like this sometime, they're very fun to make :D

[heavyhitterheaux]

Push The Limits

Synopsis: You and your husband aren't on the same page when it comes to disciplining your sixteen year old son, but that changes once his safety becomes compromised.

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 😍

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

The night had been peaceful and calm with a cool breeze coming from the bedroom window that was slightly opened until Joe was woken out of his sleep for unknown reasons.

He hadn't been sleeping well the past few nights and tonight was no exception.

He peeked over at you, his wife of close to twenty years and saw that you were still resting comfortably despite him moving to sit up with his back against the headboard.

Joe knew what a light sleeper you were ever since you had your first child and he was convinced that even a pin dropping would startle you.

Running a hand through his hair, he was caught off guard when he heard a small shuffling sound. He didn't think anything of it, blaming it on the wind outside until he heard it again.

And again.

It was evident that the sound was coming from downstairs and Joe silently cursed underneath his breath. Trying his hardest not to wake you, he slid out of bed as quietly as possible before slipping past your master bedroom door.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the staircase, he was face to face with his oldest child, Maddox, who looked like a deer caught in headlights coming through the front door.

Joe raised his eyebrow at him and crossed his arms as Maddox started stuttering in order to try to come up with some type of excuse.

“Um, h-.. hi dad.”

“You better have a good reason why you're sneaking into my house at three in the morning.” Joe replied as he glanced at the clock on the wall behind Maddox.

“Uh… I…..”

“You what? I'm waiting.”

“I went to a party. All of my friends were going and I didn't want to be left out.” He quietly confessed as he gazed down at his Nike's that were covering his feet.

“So instead of asking me, you sneak out instead? Do I have that right?”

“Well you weren't here earlier and I knew that if I asked mom that she was going to say no.”

“How do you know that she was going to tell you no if you didn't even ask her?”

“She's just…. She hovers too much.”

“Hovers? You are literally a child. OUR child. You can barely take care of yourself as it is and you're complaining that your mother is trying to keep you safe? And I would have told you no too considering it's a Sunday night.”

“I… just how much trouble am I in? Are you going to tell mom?”

It was no secret that Maddox, even standing at 6’1, a few inches below his dad was terrified for a lack of a better word of you.

Even though you were 5’2 on a good day.

He was mentally preparing himself for you to rip him a new one.

You were the no nonsense parent, while Joe on the other hand would be more lenient. Being in a house full of boys will do that to you seeing as Maddox was the oldest of four.

You were longing for a girl, but since your last pregnancy had taken such a toll on you, both you and Joe decided that four was enough.

“I haven't decided yet. But, I'll keep this between us as long as it doesn't happen again. If it does, I'm telling her.”

Maddox looked up at his dad with admiration in his eyes and he nodded saying that he was in agreement.

“Get upstairs and you better be on time for school because I don't want to hear any excuses. If you fall asleep in the next ten minutes, you can get a good two hours in.”

“What!? I still have to go to school!?” He groaned as Joe stared at him.

“You have two options, go to sleep now and wake up for school in two hours or… I can wake up your mom right now. Your choice. And no one told you to stay out late partying on a Sunday night. And so you just assumed that you wouldn't have to go?”

“Nevermind! Goodnight!” Maddox said all within the same breath as he took the stairs two at a time. Joe followed close behind him and made sure he was inside of his room before slipping back into the master bedroom that he shared with you.

He climbed back into bed and once he was settled and laying on his back, you turned to face him and scooted closer as he wrapped his arms around you and you placed your head on his chest.

“Are you okay?” You quietly asked him as you peeked one eye open making it so you could see the outline of his features in the dark.

“Fine, baby. Just thought I heard something downstairs. Go back to sleep.” He told you as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

As promised, he didn't tell you the sound that he heard just happened to be your oldest child.

“Okay.”

It was now almost 5:15 in the morning and your mom radar immediately went off. You usually hear movement by now coming from your eldest son's room and when you didn't hear anything, you quickly got up to investigate.

Slipping from your husband's grasp, you made your way down the hall and softly knocked on the door.

“Bubs?”

No answer.

“Maddox, baby. You need to wake up for school.”

When you didn't get an answer for the second time, you slowly turned the knob to see him still knocked out and sprawled across his bed.

Laughing to yourself, you walked over to him and stroked his hair before attempting to wake him up.

“Maddox! Come on, baby. Wake up.” You said as you shook him and he let out a groan, letting you know that he was showing signs of life.

“What time is it?” He asked while shielding his eyes from the light that you just turned on.

“Almost 5:20, you're going to be late if you don't get up and get ready. I'll go make you some breakfast.” You replied as you slowly pulled off his comforter and grabbed his hand to help him sit up.

“Come on, baby boy. Wake up. Why are you so tired? I thought you went to sleep early?” You curiously asked as he looked up at you.

“Oh, um I was up late studying.”

“Hmm, makes sense. I expect nothing less if you want to go to LSU like we did. Be downstairs in 20.”

“Okay, mom.”

Closing his door and walking down the hallway, you made your way downstairs to decide what to cook for breakfast. You usually ended up cooking breakfast twice seeing as Maddox would get up the earliest, and then the three youngest would wake up around seven, Ryder, Silas, and Hunter being the youngest at two. And no one ever wanted the same exact thing.

As you were hovering at the stove, you could tell that it was Maddox that had entered the kitchen by his footsteps, who immediately went and sat at the island and put his head down while throwing his backpack at his feet.

“Waffles sound good, bubs?” You asked him and turned to look over your shoulder to see him slowly nodding his head against the table.

A few minutes had passed and you were mixing up the batter when Joe walked into the kitchen to see Maddox asleep at the island once more and lightly grabbed his shoulder for him to sit up.

Joe leaned down to whisper in his ear so that you wouldn't hear him.

“Hope it was worth it and you better take an energy drink to keep you awake because you have until 2 pm before school is over and you better not miss football practice after either.”

At the same time Joe was hovering over him, you turned around and was honestly confused because Maddox looked like he would fall over at any minute and you were concerned.

“I have never seen you this tired even if you had stayed up the night before. What class were you studying for?” You curiously asked as you poured the batter in the waffle maker.

“Yeah, Maddox, what class was it?” Joe added on as he eyed him before walking over towards you to properly greet you.

Maddox wanted to glare at his dad, but decided against it since he knew if he stepped out of line now that he would definitely tell you what he did.

“Um, AP world history.”

“And you have a test coming up this week, right?”

“Yes, on Wednesday.”

“Hmm, I expect nothing less than a B since we've gone above and beyond with our studying.” Joe replied sarcastically as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder before kissing your cheek.

“He'll be fine. Leave my oldest baby alone.” You said as you were placing his waffles on the plate.

“Could you hand this to him, please?” You asked Joe who quickly nodded and grabbed the plate from your hands.

He came face to face once again with Maddox as he placed his food in front of him.

“Step out of line between now and what I decide your punishment is and I'm telling her. Now eat up, don't let it get cold.” Joe added at the end with a smile.

Maddox was now beginning to regret sneaking out the house and had a feeling that Joe would not let go of this easily or any time soon.

–

A week later, it was around 2 in the morning when Joe collapsed on top of you trying to catch his breath and placing kisses all down your body.

Your four children had actually gone to bed early which was a surprising feat so of course you and Joe took advantage of that.

“You okay?” He asked you and the only thing you could do in response was nod.

Finally rolling off of you and onto his back, he quickly pulled you on top of him and wrapped his arms around you while placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Babe?” You quietly asked while looking up at him.

“Hmm?” Joe answered you as he had closed his eyes.

“Can you go get me some water?”

“Yeah, you want anything else? Maybe round 3?”

“For you to hurry up and come back so I can lay on you. And maybe.” You said as you looked up at him and smirked.

“In that case, be right back.”

He leaned down to give you several kisses before sliding away from you to look for his sweatpants in order to leave out of your bedroom.

Once he found them, he quietly opened the bedroom door and shut it behind him before heading downstairs.

By now it was close to 2:15 in the morning as Joe poured two glasses of water to take upstairs for the both of you.

Once the glasses were poured, Joe started his journey back upstairs and as he was passing the front door, the sound of a key sliding into the lock was heard as the knob turned.

“You cannot be fucking serious.” He said out loud to no one in particular.

He already knew that it was Maddox, but simply waited it out for confirmation.

After what he pulled last week, Joe simply just gave him a warning and told him not to do it again and the whole thing would be forgotten.

He clearly didn't listen and was trying to take advantage.

Sure enough, he came through the door and seeing his father made him instantly freeze.

“Maddox, you literally suck at sneaking out. Get upstairs right now and we're talking about this in the morning. I literally don't have the strength or mental capacity to deal with you right now.”

“But…”

“Don't want to hear it. And you better stay quiet so that your mother doesn't hear you. I already let you slide once before, but I'm not letting it happen again.”

With a defeated sigh, Maddox slowly climbed up the steps but was surprised to see you standing at the top with your arms crossed.

You had slipped on your robe after you decided that you wanted a snack as well but overheard Joe and your oldest. You had caught the tail end of the conversation, but you knew enough to know that he snuck out and you wanted answers immediately.

“So, where were you? You think you can come and go in and out of this house as you please?”

“Out.” Was all Maddox said and from that point on all you saw was red as he tried to move past you, but you moved to the left blocking him from going any further.

“Hmm, we aren't done here. Out where? And I'm not going to ask you again. Because you have absolutely no business sneaking in and out of my house at all times of the night. Last time I checked, you were only sixteen years old and nowhere near being an adult and you being irresponsible shows that.”

“I was out with my friends, so what is the big deal? It’s not like you ever let me do anything anyways.” He replied while shrugging. He was tired and at this point didn’t care if he got yelled at by you.

“Well that’s a bold face lie. If that was the case then you would never leave this house.”

“You are the main two people who taught me not to lie.”

After you let out a sarcastic laugh, Maddox spoke up again.

“You are always so strict and the only way I can usually get something is if I ask my dad who obviously doesn’t care that I snuck out last week since he has yet to ground me for it.”

At that exact moment, Joe appeared behind Maddox on the stairs with the water he promised you in his hand and his eyes went wide, indicating that he had heard him.

“Oh, is that true, Joseph?” You asked, ready to go toe to toe with your husband who would always try to avoid conflict at every turn.

“I.. umm… I still made him go to school?” Joe replied as if he was answering a question.

“Maddox, get out of my sight. I’ll deal with you later and I can promise that you are not going to like anything about this punishment that I’m going to give you seeing as your father can’t be responsible enough to do so and went behind my back to sweep this under the rug. You can start by handing over your keys.” You said as you held out your hand towards him.

“Dad?! You’re not going to say anything to her?”

“What do you want me to say, Maddox? Come to your rescue after you literally threw me under the bus for letting you slide last week and not receiving a punishment in return? Give your mother the keys, NOW.”

“I swear I hate living in this house.”

“Well it can be arranged for you to live somewhere else if you don’t want to abide by my rules. Rules are set in place for a reason and EVERYONE in this house needs to follow them, no exceptions.”

With a heavy sigh, he handed over his keys before dragging his feet towards his bedroom and closing the door. Once it was closed behind him, you turned back towards your husband to glare at him and snatched the glass of water from his hand.

“Baby…”

“No, absolutely NOT. He snuck out last week and you didn’t tell me?! Is that why he was so tired that morning and I had to wake him up for school?”

“I… look…”

“You are so lenient with them that it is honestly ridiculous. There is NO leniency, WE HAVE FOUR BOYS! Why do I always have to be considered the bad guy because their father doesn’t want to properly discipline them?! We have standards in this household that we abide by. I even have expectations for Hunter and he’s TWO.”

“Okay, hold on a minute. First, we need to go into our room and finish talking about this so the other three don’t wake up. Second, we were once teenagers too and we also know about peer pressure.” Joe tried to reason with you as the two of you walked back inside your bedroom.

“What does that even have to do with anything? Yeah, I was a teenager, but I also wasn’t stupid and taking advantage of my parents, either.”

“I honestly think that you are making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be. He's 16 and can have a little more freedom, he's not a bad kid.”

“Joseph…. If our child sneaks out of this house in the middle of the night, who knows what he is getting into and I’m making a big deal because I want to keep him safe? Is that right?”

“Taking things away from him isn’t the answer, because more than likely he’s going to do it again. I’m trying to keep us from having to go in circles with this.”

“So what do you suggest since you obviously have all the answers?” You asked as you finally sat down on the bed and crossed your arms after you had placed your water on the nightstand.

“I am not trying to argue with you about this.”

“Too late. Shouldn’t have kept it from me. And did you honestly think that I wasn’t going to find out? Let’s be real, Maddox has a big ass mouth and can’t keep secrets for shit. Been that way forever. Actually, you know what…”

“What?”

“On second thought. You discipline him because it seems to always be me. If something else goes wrong, I’m not stepping in and he has to answer to you. Now goodnight.” You told him as you turned off the lamp next to you and slid underneath the covers.

“Wait, babe…”

“Goodnight, Joseph. And if you knew what was good for you, you would be quiet and let it go because I am done with this conversation.”

-

Maddox's heart rate was increasing by the second because of the situation he had now been thrown into.

And now he was honestly regretting not listening to his parents.

His best friends CJ and Travis had come to get him around midnight since you had taken his keys away from him a few weeks ago and he had yet to get them back. There was a party across town that he wanted to go to and since he couldn’t drive his car, they offered to come and get him to take him home once it was over.

When he noticed that CJ, the designated driver, was downing cup after cup of alcohol like it was water, he started to get nervous. Even if Maddox didn’t always listen to his parents, he knew how dangerous drunk driving could be and did not want to risk getting in a car with him if he could help it.

He could see the disappointed looks on both of your faces now.

Travis had gone off somewhere with some girl and Maddox knew that now he had absolutely no one to help him with CJ and trying to get him to sober up so that they could all go home. It was nearing close to 5 in the morning and he knew that you would be waking up soon.

When he had asked Maddox to get him another drink, he decided to switch his drink out for water and when he handed it back to him, he instantly got a sour look on his face after taking a sip.

“What the hell is this? Maddox, I didn’t ask for this shit.”

“I know you didn’t, but you had enough to drink tonight and there is no way that you are driving the three of us home until you get a little more sober.”

“And why the hell do you care all of a sudden? You have definitely been in the car with me before when I was a little buzzed.”

“Yeah, buzzed, not flat out fucking drunk. We wouldn’t even make it down the street until someone would be pulling us over.”

“Listen, man. You worry too much. It’s going to be fine. Travis is about to go home with that girl anyway so we don’t have to worry about him.”

“Only way I’m getting in a car with you is if you let me drive.”

“Hell no. That’s my mom’s new Escalade. If you scratch that shit it’ll be my ass.”

“Scratch it? Your ass will probably total it at this rate. CJ, just give me the keys.” Maddox pleaded with him but he was slowly running out of patience.

“No and I’m about to go and get me another drink.”

As he walked away all Maddox could do was shake his head and send a quick text to Travis to tell him to keep an eye on CJ and to make sure he didn’t drive anywhere.

Maddox- CJ is drunk out of his fucking mind. Just keep an eye on him because I’m leaving.

Travis- He’s always doing some dumb shit, but yeah I’ll make sure he’s good.

He took one last look over at CJ who was talking to Kevin, who was another player on the football team before he walked outside.

Grabbing his phone out of his pocket again, he took a deep breath before dialing your number knowing that you were probably going to kill him and would be grounded until he was 70 years old.

Joe wasn’t home since he had a few events to attend so you were his only option.

It took him calling you twice before you answered.

“Hello?” You groggily said and Maddox sighed before saying anything.

“Um, mom? Can you come and get me?”

Him asking that question immediately made you sit up in your bed and turn on the bedside lamp.

“Come and get you from where?” You asked as your heart was pounding with the worst possible scenarios running through your head.

“Uh… I’m in Greenwood….”

“MADDOX!”

“I know, I know that I’m in trouble and that I snuck out again and I’m sorry but CJ is really drunk and I’m not getting in a car with him behind the wheel. I have enough since to know not to do that.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I'm fine. I'm standing outside.”

“Just send me the address.” You calmly said since it literally took every ounce of you not to yell.

“Okay.”

After hanging up the phone, you quickly sighed before throwing the comforter off of your legs. Since Joe wasn’t here, it wasn’t like you could leave your other three boys here by themselves and go and get Maddox, especially when Greenwood was almost forty five minutes away.

Quickly brushing your teeth and throwing on some sweatpants, you got your boys up one by one and got them into the car as sleepy as they were. Two of them you had to carry and you considered that to be your workout of the day.

Once everyone was buckled in, including yourself, you quickly typed in the address on your phone to get to your oldest son as soon as possible.

The main thing that you were grateful for was that he wasn't hurt and was in one piece.

Pulling up to the address roughly forty five minutes later, you saw Maddox waiting outside and quickly unlocked the door.

He slid into the front seat and turned around to look in the backseat to see all three of his siblings knocked out cold and it dawned on him since his father wasn’t home that you would have to bring them.

“Mom?” Maddox said as you started to drive and turn onto the highway.

“Yes?” You quietly replied.

“Thank you for coming to get me and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, Maddox.”

-

Sitting on the couch after you had been playing with your youngest and he had finally gone down for a nap, you heard the door open indicating that your husband had finally returned home.

When all of you were back in the house that morning, you had sent a quick text to Joe telling him what had happened after making sure all of your children were in their beds and accounted for.

It went unread for about ten minutes, but once Joe had finally seen it he was fuming. You could tell by the text bubble suddenly appearing and then disappearing. That was when he finally called you.

You explained to him in detail what had happened and he simply told you that he would handle it, that he loved you and that he would see you later.

Later had finally come and your oldest was about to be in for it.

Throwing his bags by the door, he came straight over to you as you had your arms wide open anticipating a hug.

He quickly embraced you and pulled you off of the couch in one swift motion and kissed you.

“Besides the oldest, did everyone behave themselves while I was gone?” He asked as he placed you back down on your feet.

“Everyone else was fine. No complaints. I was waiting for you to get back and order pizza because Hunter made a special request.”

“That’s fine. I just need to do something first.”

“And what's that?” You asked as you had sat back down on the couch.

“You'll see in a minute. MADDOX NOAH BURROW GET DOWN HERE, NOW!”

In all of the years that you had been married to him, you could probably count on one hand how many times that you had heard him yell. So, you were simply going to sit back and let him handle it.

Maddox was dragging his feet and it was no surprise. He was taken aback when the only thing you said when he got home was to head upstairs to his room.

That was this morning and he had been on edge for the entire day knowing that something else had to be coming. What he honestly didn't expect was you waiting until his father came home for his punishment to be handed down to him.

Once he reached downstairs, he walked into the living room to see you sitting on the couch and Joe with his arms crossed.

“It has come to my attention that you think sneaking out all times of the night is some type of game? And it seems like every time you do it, you end up being caught.”

“Dad, I can explain.”

“Strike one. In the thirty seconds that you've been down here, I didn't once ask you to speak.”

“But…”

“I'm being nice at the moment so don't make me go to strike two. Sit down.”

Maddox did as he was told and sat on the couch opposite of you as you scrolled through your phone, but was listening at the same time. You had absolutely no plans of intervening and would let Joe handle it as he said he would.

“I'm not letting you slide anymore with this. Your mother should have left your ass there to teach you a lesson since you think you're invincible and that nothing bad can happen to you. You had found your way there so you should have been able to find a way back. So, this is what we're going to do. Are you listening?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

Maddox was honestly taken aback seeing that he had never seen his father get as mad as he was at this very moment.

“No car for two months added on to the month that I already told you about, you go to school and come straight home. I'm still debating on even allowing you to participate in any sports. Considering how I had an interesting phone call on Friday about how you're failing almost all of your classes and one more failing grade away from getting kicked off the team anyway and I also found weed in your car-”

“You smoke too, so what are you even saying?!” Maddox yelled quickly, cutting him off.

“What I'm saying is that I'M AN ADULT. And can do whatever I want considering this is MY house and I pay the bills. Interrupt me again and we're going to have a problem. You know what? Yeah, football is done, no car, can't go out with friends, and I don't think you need to go to prom with an attitude like that. And how about we get a part time job that you will start looking for TONIGHT after dinner. Only way you get there is if me or your mother takes you and picks you up. Step out of line again and we're selling your car.”

“Mom!?” Maddox said while looking at you. Before you could respond, Joe jumped in.

“No, don't look at her. You put her through enough. You're talking to me.”

“It's not even that serious.”

“Oh, not that serious? Drunk driving isn't serious? Disobeying your parents isn't serious?”

“Dad, that's not what I meant.”

“I don't think I care to hear any explanation of what you did mean. I said my piece and now give me your phone and every electronic device in your room. I am sick and tired of you acting out so we have to learn the hard way. Go upstairs and put everything in our room, NOW. Do you understand?”

As much as Maddox was fuming on the inside, he knew that he had brought it on himself and couldn't be mad at anyone else.

“Yes, sir.” He mumbled and Joe not being satisfied made him repeat it.

“What was that? Say it loud enough so that I can hear you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And apologize to your mother.”

“I already did when she came to get me.”

“Did I ask you all of that? You're already on thin ice with me so I suggest that you do what you're told. Apologize to your mother and don't make me ask you again.”

“I'm sorry mom. I promise that it won't happen again.” Maddox sincerely told you as he came over to hug you.

“I want to see you change your actions and that is the only way that I'm going to accept your apology.”

Maddox nodded towards you as Joe pointed him in the direction of the stairs.

“We'll call you when dinner is ready. In the meantime, you need to do your homework and I need to see it once you finish.”

Nodding his head towards your husband, Maddox started climbing the stairs. Once you heard his door close, you looked at your husband and smirked.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked as he sat down and slid you onto his lap.

“Oh, nothing.” You replied as you kissed the side of his mouth.

“Yes, something because you are literally giving me bedroom eyes. You missed me that much?”

“I just love when you get like that.”

“Like what? I'm not following, babe….”

“When you take charge like that and all I literally have to do is sit back and watch. Even more when you're inside me, but I take what I can get.”

“That can definitely be arranged for later.” Joe told you as he leaned down to kiss you.

“But question, what if he tries it again?”

“I changed the security system alarms from my phone before I walked in here. If he tries it, he'll wake up the entire house. I also have to apologize to you for not meeting you halfway with this. I honestly thought he wasn't going to take advantage.”

“I forgive you. It's not easy having a teenager and figuring out the best way to discipline them. We have to take it one day at a time.”

“Agreed. Just have to learn as we go.”

“But in the meantime, we have thirty minutes until the food gets here if you want to meet me upstairs.”

“Say less. I'll give you a head start.”