#last time she went out with a bang. this time it was a whimper.

[kraviolis]

i am…… really fucking sad about cleo. god. she became one of my absolute favorite characters on nopixel after i watched a single stream of her. it fucking sucks that people started sending saturn death threats over a fucking rp character and especially that it got to the point where she had to completely shelve cleo again bcus it was fucking with her mental health. im just. god. thats so upsetting. i genuinely wish saturn the best and i know she’s gotta do what she’s gotta do to keep her sanity as someone who does this shit for a living. im really really really gonna miss cleo. and the way she got shelved again also just hurts. man. fuck.

[marvelfilth]

Need (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: g!p Natasha Romanoff, g!p Wanda Maximoff, implied influence of sex pollen, PWP, threesome, unprotected sex, blow job

Summary: absolutely zero plot, straight up PWP

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You finally let yourself relax for the first time in the past two days, closing your eyes and throwing yourself on the couch.

You hate stealth missions. You are more of an explosion type of girl, coming in with a bang, kicking some ass and leaving as soon as possible, but this - staying hidden, moving in shadows, and sneaking behind people's backs - this is more of a Natasha thing, which is why she is the one in charge.

You sigh, turning your head to look at the redhead. She is bent over some documents, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Wanda appears by her side a moment later, drops of sweat rolling down her temples.

You sit up, and focus on the women in front of you. Hours ago something went wrong when you split up, they came back looking as guilty as ever, reassuring you that everything was alright, and you believed them then. Now you're not so sure.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, pinning them down with your eyes.

Wanda jumps in surprise and moves to stand behind the table, slightly bending over. Your eyes narrow at the sight.

"Everything is alright. You should go to the store, we don't have anything to eat," Natasha says through gritted teeth, not meeting your eyes.

Your mouth opens in shock, eyes straying to Wanda's in search of support, but you find her in a similar state - eyes dark and jaw clenched tight.

"You two go to the store. Maybe some fresh air will help you get your shit together." You huff, choosing to walk away from the women and hole up in your room, but when you pass by Wanda, your hand accidentally grazing hers, she lets out an actual growl, the wood of the table squeaking in her hold. Her eyes burn bright red, her mouth open as she pants heavily.

"What's wrong?" You hurry to her side, cupping her jaw to inspect her face, and her hips thrust forward, her eyes closing as she whines.

"You need to go." Natasha's low voice reaches your ears, making you look at the redhead. "Leave, before it's too late."

You blink and take a step back, concern swirling in your chest. "What is going on? Let me help."

Wanda takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reaches for your hand.

"Wanda," Natasha warns, her tone steel-like, but Wanda pays her no mind, her fingers hot on your arm as she pulls you flush against her front, burrowing her nose in the back of your neck and grinding her hips against your backside, her rock hard cock straining in the confines of her pants.

You gasp, unconsciously arching your back to meet her messy humps, her hands curling around your waist, her mouth hot on your neck. "W-wanda."

Natasha walks around the table and you finally see her fully, see the bulge in her pants, see the veins in her tense forearms. "Leave," she croaks, "before we completely lose control."

You let an involuntary whimper, the sound making Natasha pounce on you with animalistic need. Her lips are on yours, enveloping you in their warmth, her hands are rough on your hips, squeezing and tugging you away from the other woman, but Wanda doesn't budge, growling against your neck and holding on to your waist.

Natasha stumbles back, breathless, and closes her eyes tightly, her fists clenched tight. "This is your last chance. If you don't leave now, we'll take it as your permission to do whatever we want to you."

Wanda hums against the slope of your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, her hot tongue soothing the sting. You gulp, head falling back against her shoulder.

"Use me," you whisper, "do whatever you want."

Natasha's eyes flash, and then she's pushing you down to your knees. Your mouth falls open as her pants and underwear slide down her legs. Her fat cock stands proudly against her stomach, precum leaking down the tip. You barely have enough time to wet your lips before she pushes it down your throat, holding your face between her hands and fucking your mouth like her life depends on it. She throws her head back, strands of her fiery red hair framing her face as she loses herself in her desire.

Wanda mewls beside you, and you glance at her, eyes widening when you see her straining cock in her fist. She pumps it fast, her eyes on you, and you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the length. She closes her eyes, her hands settle on your shoulders as you slowly jerk her off, your throat burning from Natasha's cock. She pulls away to let you take a breath, but you don't have enough time for that - Wanda immediately takes her place, shoving herself into your mouth, her balls slapping against your chin.

You blink back tears, trying to relax your throat, but still gagging on her length.

"M'sorry, detka," she murmurs, "you'll have to take it all."

Natasha taps her tip on your cheek, her fingers tangling in your hair. You pull away, finally allowed to breathe properly, and clench your thighs at the sight of their cocks in front of your face, your wetness staining your sleep shorts as you subtly grind on your heel.

Natasha growls, and then you're pulled off the floor and thrown over the spy's shoulder. She carries you to her bedroom with ease, and throws you on the bed. Wanda hurriedly tugs off your clothes, almost ripping your underwear in haste to get you naked. Natasha is on you the second you're laid bare, ready to claim your most vulnerable part. You spread your legs, bending them at your knees, your thighs wet with your arousal. Natasha tugs you closer, and forces you on your hands and knees.

"Better," she husks, the tip of her cock pushing between your folds and into your tight heat, your walls clenching tightly around her shaft. She moans, thrusting balls deep, "Such a good pussy, taking me like a good slut."

You cry out, mouth falling wide open, and see Wanda settle in front of you, her cock still wet with your spit. She takes hold of your jaw and pushes your head down, simultaneously thrusting her cock deep inside your throat. "Fuck, Nat, we should've done this sooner."

They fuck you like you're a common whore, using your holes to their liking, Wanda's balls slapping against your chin, Natasha's palms placed possessively on your ass. You gag on the witch's shaft, tears streaming down your face, but she's too far gone in her pleasure to notice, hips snapping faster with each thrust. Natasha's length spreads your cunt almost painfully, the tip of her thick cock pushing against your cervix with each rough thrust.

Your moans send vibrations through Wanda's length, making the young witch cry out, her abs taut with tension, fingers pulling at your hair harshly. She comes down your throat with a loud moan, making you gag on her cum. You pull away, struggling to swallow the load that leaks all over your face and chest.

Natasha's thrusts become erratic as she gets closer to her own release, her fat cock sloshing in your wetness.

"Tasha- ah, please," you gasp, and she flips you on your back, changing the angle.

"Louder, baby," she pants, snapping her hips faster, her fingers leaving bruises on your hips. "I want everyone to know what a cock slut you are." Her dirty words make your head spin, your walls clenching around her thickness, trying to swallow her in.

Wanda throws one led over your stomach, now hovering over you, and pushes your breasts together before thrusting her cock between them. You eagerly open your mouth, welcoming the reddened tip. She whines and mewls as she plays with your breasts, her thumbs stroking your nipples, ready to come again just from the sight below her.

Your legs are spread wider before they're thrown over Nat's shoulders. She presses her palm against the bulge in your belly, making you scream, "Yes! Ah- Nat… Yes, yes, yes- deeper, I need you deeper."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she thrusts one last time, releasing a load of cum into your clenching heat. The pressure inside you releases as you're hit by the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. A few seconds later Wanda follows, forcing your jaw open and thrusting the tip of her cock inside. This time you swallow it all.

She falls on the bed beside you, her body glistening with sweat as you both catch your breath. Natasha slowly pulls out, gently massaging your thighs before taking place on your other side.

"We're not done," she whispers against your ear, her palm cupping your pussy. "We're not done until we've used every single one of your holes. And after that we'll go back to the compound, and we'll do it again and again and again."

Wanda nods, grinning wolfishly, and settles over you, her cock on your lower stomach, ready to fulfill Natasha's promise.

You gulp and spread your legs wider, ready to give them everything.

[aestheticaltcow]

Healing

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

This one went in a different direction than originally planned ngl. There isn't a lot of smut but I like how I ended it... MDNI 18+

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Previous part

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hide the pleasure you felt when Carmy finally erupted inside of you. Carmy’s whimpered moans filled your ear as he nipped at your jaw the way he knew you loved. You sighed as you let your fingers run down Carmy’s toned back. 

When Carmy pulled out, you felt his ejaculation ooze out of you, and regret washed over you. You should have just walked down the hall to your room and pretended you never saw him jacking off with your underwear while he watched a video of the two of you hooking up. You watched him lay next to you and catch his breath before rolling on his side to face you. You reluctantly copied the move and stared at him. 

Carmy gently pushed your bangs away from your face before planting his hand on your cheek. You bit your lip, trying to hide the soft smile on your face. He grinned and took a shallow breath before admitting, “I’m going to work my ass off every day for the rest of my life to prove how sorry I am.”

You nodded in response and moved closer to him. Carmy’s hand left your face, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you on top of him as he rolled onto his back. “I love you, baby,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he snuggled you as closely as humanly possible. You nervously swallowed, “Carmy… I don’t think I’m there yet…” you felt his body shift below you. “O-okay.” he stuttered, “Can-n you lay with me a little longer?” 

“Of course, Carm.”

~

“Mia, I need you to eat your breakfast,” you sternly explained as Mia threw pieces of egg on the floor. “Baby girl, come on.” You sighed as you crouched in front of her high chair before taking the fork from her hand. She wiggled, trying to get away from you as you stabbed the sliced banana in front of her. “Mia, let’s have a good morning that starts with a good breakfast.” 

“Are you trying to bargain with our ten-month-old?” Carmy laughed as he stood in the kitchen doorway. You rolled your eyes and stood up, “You try. She’s bein’ so fussy this morning.” Carmy shook his head and went up to her. Mia’s hands immediately started grabbing in his direction, “I swear, I carried you for nine months. 22 hours of labor, and a c-section, only for you to love him more than me… you’re lucky you’re cute.” you playfully teased Mia before planting a kiss on her chubby cheek. Her giggles lit up the room as Carmy pulled a chair beside her, “Okay, princess, let’s eat.” 

As you ate your breakfast, you watched Carmy feed Mia. Something was different about him. You leaned back against the counter and really looked at him. He wore one of his slightly too-tight T-shirts and a pair of black jeans with the same gold chain he’d worn every day. As you scanned his body, you saw it: He was wearing his wedding ring. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him wear it. Something about it made you feel uneasy.

~

“Hey, Carmy… when you get home tonight, do you think we can talk about some stuff?” you asked as you adjusted Mia on your hip. Carmy looked at you like a deer in the headlights and hesitantly nodded as he picked up his backpack from the ground. “It’s nothing bad… just about last night and some other stuff,”  you explained, hoping to alleviate some of his anxiety. Carmy nodded again and slung his bag over his shoulder. He stepped forward and kissed Mia’s head before playfully punching your arm, “Bye, girls…” he grinned before ducking out of the house for the day.

Carmy drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel of his car as he sat in traffic on his way to work. What did you want to talk about? Last night was everything he wanted. The two of you had sex for the first time in almost a year, the two of you slept in the same bed for the first time in months, and for a minute, Carmy had everything he’d wanted. He should have deleted Selena’s number when he got in the car that day. You were going to leave him; that’s what it had to be.

Throughout the day, Carmy was distracted. He was thinking about the conversation the two of you were having that night. He should prepare a speech. Should he buy you flowers? If he left early, he could stop at your favorite bakery and pick you up a sweet treat. Prep, family, and dinner service were a blur. He heard people talking to him, but none of what they said made sense; it was like he was back in school. Everything was going in one ear and out the other. He just needed to get home.

When Carmy walked into the house that night, he felt his heart rate accelerate. He quietly pushed his jacket off and stepped out of his shoes before walking back to your bedroom. You sat in bed doing something on your computer. Carmy sighed before making his presence known. He saw you sitting in the middle of the bed with your hair wrapped up in a microfiber towel, your face shiny from skin care products, and your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. “Hey baby.” he weakly grinned as he approached the bed. You grinned at him and closed your computer, “Hey Carm.”

“Still wanna talk?” Carmy asked as he shoved his hands into his pant pockets. You patted the mattress beside you and watched as Carmy pulled his hands from his pocket and sat on the edge of the mattress. “Carmy, I want-” You were cut off by Carmy standing up and pacing the space between the bed and closet door. He pushed his hands through his hair, took a deep breath, and looked at you with his fingers still tangled in his hair. “Baby. You can’t leave me. I know I fucked up, but please give me a second chance-”

“Carmy! I wanna go to couple’s counseling.”

~

“I understand that you didn’t have sex with that grocery store whore, but you went to her house with the intention to. And that’s what I’m hung up on.” you calmly explained as you watched Carmy sit back on the ugly cranberry couch in the therapist's office. The two of you had been going to therapy for a little over a month at this point, and while a dialogue was created, he just didn’t understand why you couldn’t move past it.

“How does that make you feel, Carmen?” the therapist questioned as they fidgetted with a pen.

“I’m confused. You kicked me out for like two months, contemplated divorcing me, and then you let me come home and sleep with me, but you’re still ‘not there’ when I tell you I love you. We’re spending a lot of time together as a family, but when I try to hang out with just you- you get weird. Like last night, I sat next to you on the couch and you got up because you ‘had to check on a rendering video’; then you didn’t come back. You act like nothings wrong around Mia or family, but when we’re alone, it’s like you’re in a different universe. Look, I know I fucked up. I just want to know what I need to do to make it right between us. I get we can’t go back to exactly what we had, but do you even like me anymore?” Carmy looked at you while on the verge of tears. 

“Y/N, is there anything you want to say?”

“Carmy, I care about you so much and value our relationship, but right now, I’m just frustrated. I would never cheat on you, and the only reason you didn’t cheat on me was because you ‘couldn’t get hard’... I just- I don’t know what I need from you right now. I really appreciate you agreeing to this, and you’re a wonderful father, but I just don’t know.” you explained as you picked at the hole in your jeans. 

~

Carmy opened the passenger’s door for you, and you quickly slipped into his car. He walked around and slipped in the driver’s seat, “We should start planning Mia’s birthday party.” you brought up as he turned on the car. Carmy nodded in agreement as you grabbed your phone from your purse, “I have a couple of Pinterest boards for party inspo. Since she’s not gonna remember it, we don’t have to go all out, but I like the idea of doing ‘My Berry First’ birthday party since my baby shower was also kinda fruity themed-”

“You don’t like me anymore.” Carmy spat, cutting you off midsentence. “What?” Surprised by his statement, you put your phone down and looked at him. He sighed and pulled over into a 7/11 parking lot. You watched as he tilted his head back and stared at the car's roof before slowly blinking. “Baby. Do you like me? Do you actually want to spend time with me? The only thing we do together anymore is go to couples counseling. You never want to go out to dinner or run errands together- the only time I fuckin’ see you is when we’re doing something with Mia. You say you love me and want to reconcile, but you don’t like me.” Carmy rubbed the back of his neck before glancing in your direction. 

You’d turned in your seat, bringing your left leg up to the seat awkwardly sitting on it, “Carmen… I just- I don’t know. I like you, and I love our family, but it’s just hard.” you began to explain. “Listen, Carmen, I don’t want to divorce you. There’s just this tension- I don’t know how to explain it to you. I look at you and see the man I’ve been with for, like, what, seven years? But then I start thinking about you and that fucking whore. I think about how you didn’t tell her you were married. I think about her kissing you and touching you- it makes me wanna fuckin’ puke.” 

You took a deep breath before continuing, “Carmy, I like you. I’m just- not there yet….”

~

“Hey, I’m gonna go to bed,” you said, poking your head into the living room. Carmy nodded without looking up at you, “Night.” he said as he flipped to a different channel on the TV. You stood against the doorway and watched as he stared at the screen lifelessly. With a sigh, you walked into the living room and stood beside Carmy. He was unphased; you needed to up the antics. You stepped closer and swiftly straddled Carmy’s hips, which thankfully got his attention. Carmy swallowed when you put a hand on his collarbone, “Hey.” you halfheartedly grinned. 

Carmy took swallow breaths as he stared up at you. He allowed himself to rest his palms on your hips before fanning his fingers out to grab the fat of your ass, “I’m not really in the mood, baby.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully hit him, “I swear Carmy… I like you. If I didn’t, I woulda never come up to you at that bar. I wouldn’t have agreed to be exclusive. I wouldn’t have moved into that shitty apartment you had. I wouldn’t have given up that job opportunity in California. I wouldn’t have married you or had your baby. I like you as a person, partner, father to my child…. Let’s spend some time together.” 

~

You rubbed your lips together after applying a layer of pink-tinted lip oil. Your hair and makeup were as good as it was going to get. After slipping on a red barely long enough to cover your butt dress and a pair of black platform boots, you stared at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed down the bottom of your dress and grabbed a slightly oversized light-wash denim jacket along with your bag, “Let’s fuckin go.” you said as you walked out of the bedroom.

Carmy was in the kitchen with Mia on his hip. She had a fist full of his tank top in one hand and one of her stuffed animals in the other. When he heard the dryer go off, Carmy gently put her down, “Race ya?” he asked, hoping to tire her out enough for Donna to keep up with her. Mia plopped on the floor and stared up at him, disinterested in doing anything to make his morning easier. Carmy laughed and walked to the laundry room just off the kitchen. He grabbed a short-sleeved button-up shirt and slipped it on before throwing the rest of the clean clothes in a laundry basket. He felt nervous. It was silly, though- it’s not like he’d never had a date with you. He took a deep breath and returned to the kitchen to see Mia playing with Tupperware; he shook his head and swiftly scooped her off the floor. Mia dropped the container on the floor and grabbed at Carmy’s ear.

“You look pretty,” Carmy said as you sat in the passenger’s seat of his car after strapping Mia into her car seat. You smiled and pushed your bangs back, “You noticed…” you teased. Carmy chuckled as started backing out of the driveway. He put his right hand against your seat as he looked over his shoulder. You held your breath when you noticed his jugular bulge from his neck. 

You were looking out the window when you felt Carmy reach over to your lap, you glance down to see him intertwine his fingers with yours. A blush came to your cheeks as he squeezed your hand softly, you bit your lip and rubbed your index finger between his knuckles.

Dropping Mia off at Donna’s always made you nervous; she’d changed since Natalie had started having kids, but you were haunted by her drunken rants criticizing Carmy for being with you and how you must have only been after his money. You laughed to yourself as you watched Carmy walk Mia into the house. She grabbed in your direction, her adorable little smile shining past the shield of her pacifier. You waved back before Carmy entered the house. 

He came back to the car and pulled his phone out of his pocket to connect to the car’s bluetooth, “Where are we going on our date afternoon?” you asked as you nudged his shoulder. Carmy grinned at his phone as he scrolled through his Spotify playlist looking for a song to play, “If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.” he hit play on his phone and pulled away from the curb.

~

A couple of donuts and a walk through the park led you and Carmy to a secluded bench by a pond. “Have we brought Mia here?” you asked, unsure of the familiarity of your surroundings. Carmy nodded, “Sorta—you were pregnant with her.” 

You smiled and scooted closer to him, snaking an arm around his waist. Carmy smiled and threw an arm over your shoulders. “It’s weird. We have a one-year-old. It feels like I was pregnant with her yesterday.” 

“It is. If you could change anything—aside from the obvious—what would you pick?” Carmy asked into your hair as he kissed the top of your head. You thought momentarily, “Well, besides the obvious, I don’t think I’d change anything. We have a pretty cool kid.”

Carmy rubbed your bicep as the two of you watched ducks swim in the pond. Carmy brought his free hand to your chin, pushed it up with his index finger, and brought his lips down to yours. Before the two of you could kiss, he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you, baby?”

Instead of answering, you pressed your lips to his. He kissed back immediately and pulled you closer to him. You cupped his face in your hands as Carmy pulled you onto his lap; your stomach fluttered as Carmy’s grip tightened. As you separated your lips to allow your tongue to slip into Carmy’s mouth, you felt his phone vibrate against your hip. Carmy wanted to ignore the call and risk getting caught for indecent exposure, but when you reluctantly pulled away, he fished his phone out of his pocket and saw Donna’s name flashing across the screen. “Looks like Grandma Donna is at her Mia limit.” he chuckled and answered to have his assumptions confirmed by an overwhelmed Donna and a crying Mia in the background. 

You got up from Carmy’s lap and smoothed down the back of your dress. He swallowed when he saw a peak of your butt cheek as you stood up. “We’re on our way, Ma.” he quickly said into the phone, cutting Donna off mid-sentence before hanging up.

 “We can pick up where we left off later,” you say, biting your lip. Taking Carmy’s hand in yours, you trek back to the car and retrieve an overstimulated Mia from Grandma Donna’s house. By the time the two of you had gotten her to calm down and eat, the mood was gone, but Carmy had promised to make it up to you the following weekend.

~

“Dam, I thought the view from behind was good, but it’s even better up here.” some Andrew Tate-looking man greeted you. You internally cringed as you noticed how he looked at you like a piece of meat. You rolled your eyes and waited for the bartender to finish the drinks you’d ordered. “Can’t even get a hello?” the man questioned you, stepping forward. You scoffed, “I don’t owe you shit- maybe my husband’ll say hello to you.”

“I don’t see a husband anywhere. Don’t play so hard to get a sexy girl. Why don’t you come back to my booth?” His slimy offer disgusted you. You shook your head and slipped the bartender a $20 before taking your drinks back to the small window table you and Carmy had been sitting at. Carmy was outside on the phone dealing with some issue down at the restaurant; he shot you an apologetic smile.

While Carmy was wrapping up his phone call, the man from the bar strode up to the table to convince you to go back to his booth. You weren’t having any of it. “Where’s that husband of yours?” he questioned, sitting where Carmy had been moments prior. You gestured outside; Carmy had his back to the window as he listened to Richie’s nonsensical problem.

“That guy? The one on the phone who’s not even looking at you? I don’t believe you, sweetheart.” he purred as he relaxed into the chair opposite of you. You rolled your eyes and held your left hand up, you wiggled your ring finger; “Say that to the ring on my finger.”

“Come on, baby girl. I just bought a bottle of 925 Diamante Ley. Do one shot with me, and then you can decide if you want to come back to your ‘husband’ or not.” as he reached out to touch your bicep, Carmy cleared his throat. You looked up at him, immediately relieved. The guy looked over his shoulder, and Carmy glared at him, “Get a fuckin’ clue asshole. This is my wife and the mother of my child. Fuck off before I need to make you fuck off.” 

The man looked Carmy up and down before shifting his attention back to you, “Oh hell fuckin’ no. Don’t need that nasty stretched out-” he was cut off by Carmy shoving the guy out of his chair. “Don’t fuckin’ dare finish that dam sentence. She’s a fuckin’ angel, and you should even be allowed in the same room as her.” Carmy spat as the guy stumbled back to his feet. “Yeah, whatever, man- she’s not even that hot.” he scoffed as he pushed past Carmy. You reached out to grab Carmy’s hand as the man walked out of earshot, “He’s not worth it, Carm.” you spoke softly as you squeezed his hand in yours, “Can we just get out of here?” 

Carmy looked back at you, nodded, and pulled you to his side. As the two of you walked out of the bar, you couldn’t help but notice the scuzzball trying to get another table of girls to come back to his booth. You rolled your eyes and wrapped an arm around Carmy’s waist as he directed the two of you back to the car, “Fuck that dude.” Carmy mumbled as he closed your door after you’d gotten into the passenger’s side.

“You know your pussy isn’t ‘stretched out’ or ‘nasty’ right?” Carmy asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of you on the drive home. You nodded, “I know Carmy.” 

When Carmy parked in the driveway, he turned his head to look at you. He put a hand on your thigh and squeezed gently. You placed your hand on his and sighed softly before asking, “Do you wanna take a shower with me?” 

Carmy laughed, “Baby, if I ever say no to that question, have me committed.” You rolled your eyes and opened the car door. As you walked to the front door, Carmy was hot on your heels. Before you could open the door, Carmy wrapped his arms around your waist. You put your head back against his shoulder, “Pay the sitter… I’ll start the shower.” 

Carmy nodded and kissed your cheek before dropping his arms, allowing you to open the front door. You quickly walked down the hall, quickly poking your head into Mia’s bedroom before heading back into the master bedroom. Carmy stared at your ass as you walked away. He sucked in a breath and went into the kitchen to see the babysitter sitting at the kitchen island reading out of a beat-up history book, “Hi, Mr.Berzatto. Mia was a little fussy, but I got her down.” she began to explain. Carmy nodded, not really absorbing anything she’d said. He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out to Venmo her for the night. “Thanks, kid- Y/N or I’ll call you next time we need you.”

You stood in the bathroom in your underwear, waiting for the shower to heat up and for Carmy to join you. Carmy locked the front door and grabbed the baby monitor from the kitchen counter before barreling down the hallway. When he got to the door to the master bedroom, he took a breath and slowed down so he wouldn’t come off as overly desperate. Walking into the bedroom, he put the baby monitor on your dresser before kicking his shoes off and stripping to his underwear. As he walked to the askew bathroom door, he ran his tongue over his teeth when he noticed you looking at your reflection in the mirror. He noticed you pulling at the skin on your stomach with a frown. Carmy huffed and softly opened the door more. You looked over at him as he stepped further into the bathroom. His hands found your hips and lifted you onto the counter, “So fuckin’ sexy, baby…” Carmy muttered as his lips crashed onto yours. You were taken by surprise but allowed Carmy to wedge himself between your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Carm- showers on…” you manage to get out after pushing his chest away from you. Begrudgingly, he stepped away and pulled the shower curtain open. “Oh god, you’re trying to boil us alive.” Carmy laughed as he pulled his hand away from the water. You rolled your eyes before hopping off the counter. After removing your bra and underwear you stepped into the shower. Carmy pushed his boxers down and joined you after turning the heat down. 

~

“Can you sleep in here Carmy?” Carmy’s heart stopped as the words left your mouth. He nodded softly trying his hardest to not come off as desperate. You saw through it immediately and playfully nudged his shoulder as you walked past him into the bedroom. Carmy looked in the mirror and pushed his wet hair back with his hands, a goofy grin was plastered on his face at the realization that he’d managed to get back on your good side. 

When Carmy joined you in bed you immediately scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I missed this…” you mumbled into his chest as you snuggled closer to him. Carmy chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“I missed this more, baby,” he responded as he pulled you onto his hips. “I love you. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but hurting you was the worst,” he said as he held you. “I’m never going to hurt you like that again.” 

You nodded and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. Staring down at him, you saw the Carmy you’d fallen in love with all those years ago. “You’re not gonna get a third chance, Berzatto. Fuck up again. I’m cutting your dick off.” you threatened, much to his amusement. He shook his head, chuckling, “I won’t need a third chance, baby.”

“Good. I love you, Carmen. Don’t make me look like a fool again.”

[naturesapphic]

Yn throwing a BIG tantrum she was having a bad bad week and came home and saw that billie had some friends over and she was laughing with them and all when previously she told you that she had to concentrated on her album so y’all couldn’t have a little moment together like a movie night. After her friends left the tantrum begged and I mean like slamming doors screaming cursing crying pushing her away trowing things and all

Ignored

billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: screaming, cussing, shoving, breakdown

Relief filled your body as you got out of your car and walked up to the shared house with your girlfriend. You couldn’t wait to go inside and relax after having one of the worst weeks. You unlocked the front door and your ears heard laughter fill the whole house. Confused, you walked further in the house, stepping into the living room to see billie and her friends cutting up. You felt your heart drop down to your stomach and watched as Billie was cuddled up between two friends.

You remembered Billie telling you that she had to focus on her music. That was her excuse for not having a movie night with you this week and now here she is, out of her studio and cutting up with her friends. You saw Billies eyes look over at you and a frown takes over her face. She knew she had fucked up. Immediately Billie told that it was time for them to go so she could spend some time with you and they all awed at how cute that was. You didn’t even pay attention, you were so deep in your head. When her friends left that’s when all hell broke lose.

“Y/n listen-“ Billie began but you didn’t want to hear any of her bullshit. “N-no! Fuck you billie! You kept saying “oh I need to work on my music” blah blah blah. Yet, here you were, hanging out with your fucking friends when I’ve been trying to hang out with you one on one for weeks!” You shout as you start to walk away from her. “Hey! Don’t walk away we need to talk about this. Please let me explain.” Billie begged as she gently grabbed your arm to keep you from walking away. “What’s there to explain! You don’t want to hang out with your girlfriend!” You spat out as you yanked your arm away from her and stomped up the stairs as tears burned your eyes.

Billie sighed and followed closed behind you. “I do want to hang out with you! They texted me last minute to see if I was free and I was!” Billie explained and you scoffed. You went to go to y’all’s room when Billie ran in front of you to block you from going in. Filled with rage and annoyance, you pushed her out of the way which caused her to stumble away but she stood back up easily and looked at you with a glare. You pushed past her and slammed the door shut and Billie immediately started banging on it. “Y/n…open this fucking door!” She yelled out and you didn’t say anything so she kept banging. “Fuck you billie!” You cry out and she smirked on the other side of the door. “Okay. Then unlock the door so I will.” She said, trying to lighten the situation.

“Please babygirl unlock the door. I’m really sorry.” She begged and you sighed. You went up to the door and unlocked it then went to sit on the edge of the bed. Billie opened the door slowly and peeked her head and spotted you. She went over to you and sat down beside you but left a little gap in the middle to give you some space. “Do you still love me?” You ask with a shaky breath as you look up at her. Your eyes showing vulnerability and fearfulness. “Babygirl…of course I do. You’re the love of my life.” She breathed out as she scooted closer to you and took your face in her soft hands. “I am so sorry that im making you this upset. I absolutely hate it. When they texted, I was getting done with work early so I could spend time with you when you got home but I didn’t know when you would be home so I said yes to their message. Plus I haven’t seen them in a while and I missed them.” Billie explained and you nodded your head.

“I-im sorry…” you whimpered out as fresh new tears blurred your vision. “Princess…don’t be sorry…I know you were extremely upset and acted out on it. We will work through it together but im not mad at you so don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” She said softly, reassuring you. “Now…why don’t we go downstairs and have our movie night hm?” Billie said smiling at you. She stands up and extends her hand out for you to take and you grab it, her helping you up. The two of you went downstairs and started the movie night, finally spending some quality time together.

A/n: thank you anon for this request! I hope you and everyone else enjoyed it. GUYS OMG IM ALMOST AT 3,000 FOLLOWERS OMG! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all :)

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MORE RONNIE AND NAT FICS PLEASE🥺🥺🥺

Title: Chyornaya Redka [An Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: With Reader is away on a job and Ronnie comes down with a nasty cold, it's up to Natasha to come to the rescue.

Warnings(PLEASE READ): general sickness, gross sludge, mentions of kidnapping, blood and saliva, and horrible grammar

[a/n: This is shorter than I usually like to write, but it was a little harder for me to put together (I'm a wuss and I miss my mom, ok?) but you can't go wrong with a good sickfic!]

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Natasha Romanoff hunched over her laptop, the blue light making her eyes water. When she started running the better part of the city, she hadn’t anticipated all of the paperwork that awaited her. There were zoning laws, and countless rolls of red tape. Each shipment from the harbor was accompanied by a ledger, always brittle from the canal air.

She sighed, hugging her robe closer. It was getting difficult for her to concentrate in her office, so she’d relocated to the living room. The television was on, the volume low and keeping her company. She ached impossibly for you, in these moments.

The irony did not escape her. She was the one who had sent you and Yelena across the country for a stuttered shipment of firearms. The two of you together looked unassuming enough to not turn heads in Florida. You’d taken a mini-van, and the last time she checked in, you were in Louisianna, staving off the heat in the hotel room.

Natasha leaned back into the softness of the couch cushions and contemplated calling it a night. She squeezed the bridge of her nose, letting out another sigh that nearly made her lungs twitch. She was drowsy, body heavy with the idea of sleep. But Natasha couldn’t bring herself to move just yet.

She startled awake with the click of the light switch in the kitchen. It was followed by the sound of water streaming from the fridge and into a cup. Natasha blinked a few times. She frowned and looked at the clock. It was nearly two in the morning.

Natasha wandered into the kitchen. She wasn’t shocked to see Ronnie, hungrily gulping down the icy water. Her curled hair fell in ringlets against her shoulders. She was the spitting image of you and it made her heart ache. A smaller, quieter version that had taken a liking to Natasha.

She finished her water with one last gulp and stood on her tip-toes to place the glass in the sink, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Natasha didn’t like the look of her right now. She was paler than usual, a strange brittle stance.

Ronnie was small for her age, an eight-year-old that was shorter than her classmates. It was a point of contention and frustration for her. But you were always gentle with her, softly reminding her that she was beautiful.

Her bangs were stuck to her forehead with a cold sweat. Natasha had never seen the girl like this, not in the two years that she’d been ushered into the household. Dutifully, Natasha knelt until she was at the same level as Ronnie.

“Are you feeling okay, baby?” She rasped, pressing her hand gently against the girls head. She radiated heat, letting out the smallest of whimpers before slumping into Natasha’s touch. Up close, she was frailer, a whisp of a thing.

Oh. Oh God. This was bad.

Natasha felt a rush of panic. She’d never taken care of a sick child before, especially not by herself. Veronica had a stomach ache here and there, a pain in her ear after the three of you went on vacation and she’d gotten waterlogged. But nothing like this.

She contemplated calling Clint. He’d dealt with dozens of runny noses and vomit-filled waste baskets. But, she remembered the time just as quickly as she’d forgotten it. No, this was something she’d have to figure out on her own.

“I don’t feel good,”

Ronnie’s voice was small and gentle, but it was also the saddest thing that Natasha had ever heard. She swore that her heart broke right down the center at the sound, moving her hand to the girls shoulder. It was so frail under her touch.

“milaya devochka” Natasha tsked and scooped her up, placing her on the kitchen island. Ronnie whimpered “I have just the thing.”

Melina was a woman of science, she always had been, but there were a few Russian folk remedies that she adhered to. There was often Garlic broken around the house, and ginger tea that was shoved into her hands at the first sign of a scratchy throat.

Her least favorite, but most effective, revolved around a black radish. Melina would methodically cut the top from the spiced vegetable. She’d core it and filter honey into a cup. It was a rancid mix that would always leave her choking on the taste. The sweetness never outweighed the bitter. But it worked without fail.

By the following morning, Natasha was right as rain.

“chyornaya redka and honey. It won’t taste good, I’m afraid.”

A mason jar was kept in the furthest reaches of the fridge. Yelena would crinkle her nose and shove it to the side each time she caught a glimpse of the dull gray liquid. One spoonful was all it would take, but the overwhelming spice of that single gulp was startling enough.

Ronnie started to play with her fingers, nervously winding them as if they were knots that needed to be untangled. It was a nervous habit, one of her many ticks that Natasha had picked up on over the last two years. It was endearing, really.

She dunked a spoon into the frothy gray sludge. When she turned, she recognized the grimace and the way that Ronnie pressed her lips together. She was just short of crossing her arms over her chest in defiance.

The girl turned her head to the side for extra show, not even letting Natasha get close with the mix. Her breath caught, but it sounded like gravel under a tire. Her chest needed some serious clearing, and Natasha was always willing to be the bad guy.

“Vee, it’s not that bad. Just one spoonful and your fever will break.”

She lifted an unimpressed eyebrow, “you first”

It clearly hurt her to talk. She swallowed twice and winced with each movement. Natasha Romanoff was not going to let a child bully her into taking a spoonful of radish surprise, so sir, she wasn’t. But that tear clouded eyes were boring into the mob boss, cutting, really.

Natasha shifted from one foot to another, frowning at the liquid that slowly started to congeal. It would just get worse the longer it sat. She glared down at the spoon and then back up the unbudging girl on the counter. She certainly was your daughter.

With a reluctant sigh, she clenched her eyes shut and placed the spoon in her mouth. Somehow, it was fouler than she remembered. Somehow spicy and sour all at once. The honey did little to buffer the flavor. Yet, she schooled her features into something unbothered for the sake of Veronica.

“Okay, kiddo, open wide.”

She was met with a skeptical stare, but a deal was a deal. It wasn’t something they took lightly in this house. Veronica had conned Kate out of more than one full-sized chocolate bar on the principal alone.

Natasha dutifully guided the spoon to Ronnie’s mouth, and she gave the kid credit. She swallowed it with tears building in her eyes and a frown that was unmatched, but she swallowed it none the less before producing a grumble and slumping forward into Natasha’s arms.

She was burning up, an immense force of heat that wasn’t prepared for. Still, Natasha acted on instinct and scooped her into her arms, letting the young girl curl effortlessly into the small of her neck, small fingers gripping onto the edge of Natasha’s robe.

“Okay, moy malen'kiy strelok, it’ll be okay”

Natasha wasn’t sure about that, a small bit of anxiety still creeping along the back of her neck. There were a million questions that she didn’t’ have the answer to. What if it was more than just a cold? It could be appendicitis, or the scarlet fever. You’d never forgive her if you came home to a child with consumption.

She’d made it to the top of the stairs by the time her thoughts calmed down. Ronnie was sniffing into her neck with pitiful cries that continued to sink Natasha’s resolve. Veronica’s room was illuminated by a night light, an oscillating fan creating a white noise.

Natasha lowered the drowsy girl back into bed before diligently tucking her in. “I know it’s warm, kiddo, but we have to break that fever of yours.”

“Blaze,” Ronnie swallowed again, voice already sounding clearer “please”

Blaze the Dragon. It was a little on the nose, a dark green stuffed animal that Natasha had picked up in an airport earlier in the year. It was meant as a small gift, an apology for being late, but Ronnie took to it easily. The little dragon went with her everywhere, the stuffing worn around the middle where it was clutched to her little chest.

Natasha pushed Ronnie’s damp bangs from her forehead. She was already cooling down, but her eyes drooped with exhaustion as she hugged the little dragon closer. Her other hand reached for Natasha, holding her wrist with as much conviction as she could muster.

“Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, milaya devochka. I promise.”

And she wouldn’t. All sense of urgency to finish her paperwork had left Natasha. She settled herself on Ronnie’s twin sized bed, the small girl curling into her side. Her warmth was overwhelming, and she shivered as she clung onto her, breathing from a small parted mouth around a clogged nose.

Natasha traced soft line’s down Ronnie’s back and waited for her to fall asleep. Even in a deep slumber, she didn’t’ release her hold. Tears had soaked through Natasha’s shirt, wicking the fabric. There was an ache deep within Natasha’s chest that she could only recognize as undying affection.

Children were never in the cards for her. Not with the childhood she had. She never wanted for a single thing, but that came at a cost. Her family was constantly in danger. There were times where they’d rush from a public place, or duck down in a tinted vehicle.

Melina made encounters like these like a game, but the older Natasha got, the more the cold reality began to sunk in. Those were times of great danger, and she swore to never fall in love, to never put anyone else in an unassuming position.

But then, there was you.

She wanted to call it love at first sight, but that seemed much too dire. Your head was hanging, chin to chest, a steady stream of blood and saliva dripping from your lips and painting your jeans. Your eye was swollen shut, but she noted how your shoulders refused to tremble.

People didn’t tend to look Natasha Romanoff in the eyes, but you had. As best you could, you pulled against your binds and clenched your jaw and disregarded all of your pain just to level her with an unimpressed stare.

It should have caused anger, discontent. This was someone who had wronged her, after-all, but it did the opposite. She was intrigued by you, and you continued to surprise her with every single day. Two years living together, and a ring resting at the back of her side of the closet.

A grumble escaped Ronnie. She cuddled deeper into the perfumed comfort that Natasha had to offer. A string of words leaving her mouth. “Thank you, Mama”

Natasha’s heart seized. Mama.

Veronica was not a girl of many words. She said what she meant, and figured that silence served to convey the rest of her emotions. Little squeals of joy when Kate scooped her up and swung her around, or words of affirmation when Yelena would joking spar with her, were normal.

This was said in a state of grogginess, but meant all the same. It should scare her. But it doesn’t.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒞𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝓁ℯℯ𝓅．

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, r! is 7/8, insomnia, likes in prison yippee

A loud crash and bang had you waking up, looking around the room, still thinking you were home for a moment. You realized you were still in the guest room of the Chateau.

You let out a quiet whimper at the loud noises coming from the living room, noticing you were completely and utterly alone right now.

You desperately tried to go back to sleep, trying everything your brother had told you. You tossed and turned, counting sheep, nothing worked. The noises got louder.

You bolted for the door, your little clammy hands reached for JJ’s, searching for them as your feet padded against the hardwood floors.

He didn’t even notice you until John B nodded his head towards you, Jj turning around to see you right next to him, your hands on his shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows, turning to you.

“What’s up, tiny? Whatchu doin’ awake?” He asked you, motioning for you come in front of him. You stood in front of him, holding your stuffed animal in front of you and looking down.

“I can’t sleep.” You admitted to him quietly.

“Can’t sleep, huh? You try counting sheep and shit?” He scratched at his jaw, looking down at you.

“I tried everything, jay! I can’t sleep.” Your bottom lip quivered, and JJ furrowed an eyebrow, noticing your expression.

“Go in the room, I’ll be there in a sec, ‘Kay?”

You just nodded, wordlessly walking back into the room.

“Ima go put her to sleep. I’ll be back.” He sighed out to his friends, standing up and following you into the room.

He shut the door, turning on a nightlight and sitting on the bed as you laid down, he moved the hair out your eyes, watching you pull the covers over you.

“What’s wrong, peaches? You ain’t usually like this.”

“I wanna go home.” You told him, laying down and looking up at him. He looked down.

“We can’t.”

“But why?” You whined, demanding an answer.

“Because… because… dad’s in a spot where he can’t right now. Like… you remember last time where we stayed at Uncle Ricky’s, right? This is like that.” He told you.

“How long do we have to be here for?”

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “But if you want anything from home, I’ll go get it for you. What do you want?”

“I want to go home, jay!” You repeated, louder this time, letting it out in a cry. Jj frowned, trying to hug you, but you kicked and flailed in his arms, he let you throw a temper tantrum, screaming and crying in his arms, letting the whole house hear.

He held you the whole time. “I know, y/n, I know.”

He had been so desperately trying to get you to get used to living here for a little. He bought you every toy you pointed at in the shelves at the store, saved up every bit of money to buy you food and anything else.

But still, it had been a month, and the sudden change confused you, startled you. You didn’t know what was going on.

Eventually, you stopped crying, JJ looked at you in his arms, taking a peek, only to see you passed out, holding his waist as you snored into his shirt.

A soft smile made its way onto his face. And then the tears fell, he looked up at the ceiling, trying desperately to try and stop his crying. He smiled while he silently sobbed, moving his head to rest it on top of yours, giving you a small kiss on the crown of your head.

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“Hey.” JJ muttered to John B, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he went over to the kitchen.

“Hey. Are you good, dude?”

“I’m hungry.” He retorted, grabbing an apple off the counter, taking a bite into it.

“I mean yesterday… sounded pretty intense.”

JJ shrugged. “I don’t know. She just wants to go home. I don’t know how to… I mean, how the hell do you explain that to a kid?” He looked up to John B.

“Like, yeah, sorry kiddo, daddy sucks and is in prison for fuckin’ God knows how long because he’s a loser addict.” He trailed off, scoffing before taking another bite of the apple. “I don’t know how to tell her. And I cant not tell her because I’m afraid she’s gonna hold a knife over me while I’m sleeping.”

“She’s not gonna hold a knife over you, Jj.” John B rolled his eyes. “Look, that girl adores you, she’s just confused right now. But you know who she needs? Her big brother.” John B shoved his shoulder lightly. “Just… give it a little.“

“I know, I know.“ JJ sighed.

You came out the room, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands, eyes squinting to adjust to the light. You looked at JJ and John B in the living room, their eyes going to you.

“Hey, y/n.” John B spoke with a small smile, giving you a small wave, turning back Jj and raising his eyebrows, giving him a look he knew. Jj waved him off, looking back at you.

“Hey, kid, you hungry?” He asked you. You just nodded.

John B’s words played over and over in his mind.

“But you know who she needs? Her big brother.”

JJ hopped off the counter, rummaging through the fridge and cabinets, repeating the words in his mind.

He didn’t need his dad, he didn’t need anyone else to tell him how to raise you. He could do this.

[smokingcottonclouds]

“𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥“

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾， 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾， 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅.👎🏾

Y/n stood outside the restaurant tears streaming down her face as she stared blankly at the light post across the street.

“My friends call me a loser, cause I'm still hanging around”

What she had thought was a date was just some stupid act of dominance Billie wanted to flaunt to her friends, The Brown-haired girl's arm was around her the entire night as she spoke over Y/n shutting her down when she tried to make conversation with the two other girls at the table, “No but seriously-” Y/n started with a giggle before Billie quickly cut her off talking about some other topic, the girls looked at her sympathetically as her words were drowned out again.

“I've heard so many rumors that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch”

The slight turn of her phone when she gets a text, the paparazzi pictures of her and those two other girls, and the random bra that's too little to be hers are a constant reminder of how You're not the only one, “Did you hear me?” Billie sighed softly as she tugged her shirt over herself hiding her once naked and marked chest, marks Y/n didn't give her. “Yeah I'm leaving right now” you sighed standing up from the bed with a groan, checking the time, 3:21 am.

“I thought you thought of me better someone you couldn't lose”

“So you're just not coming great” Y/n scoffed as she stuffed her bag, “You said you'd come my mom wanted to meet you?” She mumbled annoyed at the fact the lies just kept coming, “I'm busy.. 'll come next time I promise baby ok?” Billie said in a whisper from over the phone, “Why are you whispering?- I- are you in the bathroom?” Y/n sighed in annoyance recognizing the echo from the last few calls they had She went to speak, yell anything. “Billie hurry up!” a loud yell and knock is heard from the other side cutting off her brainstorming of what she was going to say, “who's that Billie-” Y/n said before the phone went beeped then went silent, “I know this bitch didn't just” she scoffed letting the clothes drop from her hands, Y/n brings the phone from her shoulder up to her face only to be met with her phone wallpaper.

“You said, “Were not together” so now when we kiss I have anger issues”

“Your fucking crazy!” Billie yelled from outside the mansion, stumbling back slightly as her clothes hit the concrete below her naked feet, the cold harshness of the floor slowly bringing her back to sobriety, “Get off my lawn, Billie!” Y/n screamed throwing more of the baggy clothes off the balcony, “You can't be mad over Quen! We're not even together” the blue-eyed girl screamed from below in frustration, “Fuck you!”, “Fuck you!” are the last words the two said to each other before the balcony door was slammed shut.

“You said, Baby, no attachment but were”

They stared at each other silently before Billie sighed and looked off to the side, “I need my shoes” she said in defeat before looking back to the Brown skinned girl, Y/n hummed before moving off to the side and letting her in with a sigh, “Fuck..” She breathed out as she watched the girl walk through her house once again even after she said she was done with her.

“Knew deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out is it casual now?”

“You missed me?” Y/n moaned out with a chuckle as her hands combed through Billie's hair, She grunted in response as her grip tightened around your thighs, her mouth working wanders as she licked, nipped, and sucked as if she had been starved for years, “i-its only been a day” Y/n moaned out with a whisper before glancing out the car window for any watchful eyes outside the club parking lot, “Hurry up” Y/n Whimpered turning back to lock eyes with Billie's blue ones, the smirk on the brown haired girl's face disappearing as she dived back in between.

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[yallthemwitches]

Not a Bang, But a Whimper

During their sixth year, Severus goes out after curfew to give information to Lily that he thinks will bring them back together. Unfortunately, he finds her already with someone else.

A companion piece to my other oneshot "Slipping Away" for Jily Week 2024, Day 7: Continuation Station (hosted by @kay-elle-cee and @sunshinemarauder) Ao3 Link Here

Curfew be damned. Severus ran down the corridor not caring how many portraits awoke from the wand’s light and his heaving breaths. He knew she would be there tonight and it was perhaps his only chance to get her alone to talk some sense into her. 

He was given the news from Avery just after dinner.  “The Dark Lord is recruiting.” Avery kept his eyes down and spoke in a quiet hiss. Even among a table of friends they couldn’t risk the information being leaked. 

Severus’ heartbeat caught. It was the first time in a long time he felt like he had a real sense of power. The Dark Lord could change the whole trajectory of his life—for once, he wouldn’t be counted out. 

“Who is he looking for?” Severus posed. “Can anyone join?” His mind flashed to Lily. For over a year now she had completely abandoned him but there wasn’t a moment that passed where he didn’t think of her. She too was someone who had been given a bad chance at life. Getting an opportunity to join alongside him would secure her in the wizarding world forever. 

“They will take anyone who is willing to give their loyalty,” Avery responded. “I’ve even heard he will take those of less pure blood…if they have something worthy to offer.”

It was all Severus could hope for. No one was more worthy than Lily despite her blood status. He could barely wait until that night when he knew she would be down in the potions room working on one of her little projects. She always did that on Saturday nights when she knew no one would be around to catch her. He went to his bedside table and took out a small crumpled photo he had carried with him since childhood. A small, meek version of himself stared up out of the photograph. Beside him, Lily held onto his hand, beaming. It was a version of them he wished he could go back to—perhaps seeing it she would feel the same. 

Now, he slowed his pace down to a walk and stopped at the statue of Ingrid the Horrid to catch his breath. Grasping onto the marble, he felt his heartbeat slow and started to make himself a little bit more presentable. 

A noise came from the end of the hall and Severus jolted behind the statue. The last thing he wanted was to be caught by Filch at a time like this–especially when he was so close to talking to her. After tonight, there would not be many more chances. She would never entertain him during the day, and the times to catch her alone at night were diminishing quickly.

Lily stepped out into the corridor with her wand lit. Her eyes shone bright in the shadows as she looked back and forth up the corridor.

“Hello?” She called out. She took some hesitant steps down the hall before swerving to look back behind her again. A small noise caught Severus’ attention just on the other end of the corridor, but he ignored it. 

Perhaps it was the nerves that made him not immediately show himself, but he kept watching her for a couple of minutes. She didn’t drop her defenses, clearly still sensing that someone was there. Like a well trained prefect she took small, deliberate steps regarding each side of the corridor, never dropping her wand in case she was about to be attacked.  After a moment she gave a frustrated sigh. He heard the noise again, this time closer.

“Alright, come out–I know it's you.” Snape’s stomach sank. He righted himself, trying to get even the smallest semblance of confidence before stepping out beyond the statue. Something else shifted in the darkness on the other side of the corridor. As though apparating, James Potter suddenly appeared out of the shadows. 

“Oh hello, Evans,” he ran a hand through his hair. “Nice evening isn’t it?”

Severus would have scoffed if he could have. Of course Potter would be cocky and self assured even when he was breaking school rules. 

Lily pursed her lips and he felt a burst of excitement. He knew that look from anywhere. There were very few things Severus enjoyed more in this world than seeing Lily tell off that arsehole. 

“Forget what time it is again, Potter?” She sounded cool, but there was something brewing underneath her tone.

Potter feigned a thoughtful look before clicking his tongue. 

“Hm must have—but then again, I should be asking you the same thing. Don’t you only patrol Tuesday nights?”

Lily froze up. Her wand trembled a little bit in her hand, creating a spattering of new shadows on the walls. 

“You memorized my prefect schedule,” she hissed.

Snape waited for the proverbial hammer to drop. It was one thing for Potter to be out breaking rules, but entirely another to be essentially stalking her. 

“I needed to see you again.”

There was a change in his voice that Severus had never heard before. It was softer. Certainly quieter than his usual boasting during the daytime. It seemed impossible to think, but James Potter seemed to be pleading.

“I’m just gonna say it,” he sighed, “I can’t stop thinking about you—about last night. I’m going mad.” 

This was hardly the first time Severus heard Potter make some sort of sweeping attempt at wooing her. That seemed like a complete waste of time on his part to come all the way out here to try again, but what happened last night? Were they seeing each other more often than he realized?

Lily didn’t draw back, nor did she make her usual face of disgust dedicated to Potter’s antics. Instead, her lips twitched into a small smile. “So what? You came here to try your luck again?”

“Well,” he hesitated, “ I guess…yes?” 

They shared a silence. Severus tried his best to push himself against the statue enough to get a better view of Lily’s face. Her brow furrowed in deep contemplation, but for what reason Severus couldn't understand. The scenario seemed so simple to him—Potter was essentially giving himself over to get detention or even better, hexed because of how brazen he was acting. Instead, Lily bit her bottom lip for a second then let out an exasperated sigh. 

James stepped towards her. “Lily—at least, tell me why you did it.”

It felt like a slap. Severus had never heard Potter use her first name before. He could feel his blood levels begin to rise. He knew he wasn’t exactly close to Lily anymore, but even from an outsider's perspective, it didn’t seem like the two were in any capacity to be on a first name basis and even if they were, he had no right to be soiling her name with his breath.

Lily fiddled with the ends of her hair. Her eyes blinked in rapid succession as she searched for some sort of response. 

After a beat, she whispered, “I don’t know.”

Potter took another step closer. He ran his hand again through his hair, but this time it was more out of exasperation than vanity. 

“How could you not know?” If Severus was confused about James’ tone before it was very clear now. Potter was unabashedly begging. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” Lily sighed out. Her eyes were closed now in pain. 

Severus was not following. It was like they were speaking in riddles that only the two of them knew the solution. Clearly, there was a huge oversight on his part about Lily’s relationship with Potter because the Lily he knew would never entertain him for this long, nor would she let her first name come out of his arrogant mouth. 

James took another step closer to her. Now they weren’t more than a foot or two apart. Lily kept her eyes closed, looking as though she wished James would disappear entirely from the scene. Severus had the split thought of coming to help her. All it would take was one flick of his wand….

“But you did like it—” James’ voice sounded so small. Like a meek child asking for permission. “I mean, you were the one…I would never—”

Lily opened her eyes. A fire burned in her gaze, but it was different from the anger he saw pointed at Potter countless times. Something was smoldering within her. 

“Of course I liked it,” she scoffed, “and you don’t need to remind me that I was the one who initiated it.”

Potter looked like someone blew air right into his chest and his cheeks swelled with pink. He took the smallest step closer. 

“Lily—can I…touch you?”

The next few moments were a blur. It wasn’t Potter that closed the distance between them but Lily. All she had to do was lurch forward slightly for Potter’s arms to open. She grabbed onto the parts of his shirt that were bunched up around his waistline while he cradled her cheek and neck. Their faces hovered together with eyes hooded and unfocused. Severus felt a twinge of pain from his hand and realized he was grasping at the stone with all of his grip. 

“Are you still unsure,” James asked. His mouth was slightly open and dangerously close to hers now. As a response, she only pulled him closer, their chests now completely glued together. 

Severus held his breath. He wanted to close his eyes and make it all go away. How had he been so stupid? It was all making sense now. How Lily had stopped rowing with Potter on the grounds, how their friend groups had slowly started to intermingle, how when they partnered together right in front of him in Transfiguration Lily would even laugh at something idiotic that Potter said. He wished he had a time turner to take it all back. Find the moment where the kernel of Lily’s interest in Potter began and remove it from her entirely. Instead, he did nothing but continue to stare as his living nightmare unfolded in front of him. 

“I’m sure I want you to kiss me.” 

It was the death nail. Of course Potter didn’t need to be asked twice. Their lips molded together easily—it was clear they had done this before because there was no awkward hesitation, no issues with synchronicity. Their bodies were already well versed in each other and they profited from it. Lily’s hands moved to his neck, folding themselves into his messy hair which she had denounced more than a thousand times to him in the past. James' in turn were everywhere: sliding up and down her back, on her hips, caressing their way to commit every inch of her to memory. 

Severus leaned his forehead on the statue for support, fearing he might faint or worse vomit from the sight. He watched the couple snog for a few minutes, hardly breaking apart long enough to breath before reconnecting again. He wanted to run, but even if he did, he would know he left Lily there to do whatever ungodly thing Potter could cook up in his arrogant mind. 

They finally broke apart for a moment and Lily leaned her forehead against his to catch her breath. Their arms were still wrapped around the other and their chests beat like one. 

“Go out with me,” Potter gasped out, still trying to get his breath. He stared at her intently but Lily closed her eyes and sighed. 

“James—” The way she said his first name pierced Severus in the heart. How much more of this could he take before he was completely dead. At least then he would be taken out of his misery. 

“I can’t,” Lily finished. She opened her eyes and both her and Severus could see that Potter was pained by her response. 

“I don’t get it–” Potter started, he began to pull back but Lily grabbed hold of him tighter.

“I’m just—I’m not ready…for that,” she stammered out. “---but I don’t want this to stop either. I’m sorry, I know that’s so fucked….”

James blinked at her for a second, but then started to pepper soft kisses on her cheekbones and jaw. Lily tilted her head upwards and looked to be savoring the sensation. 

“Yeah, ok. Whatever you want,” James said, “Like I told you. I’m mad about you Lily. You know that.”

Lily smiled and James went back to roaming around her neck with his lips, finding a particular sensitive spot behind her ear. 

“Yea—I know,” Lily breathed out. She pulled James away from her neck so they could look at each other again. 

“You're dangerous for me too you know,” she laughed lightly at her own comment, “You have no idea what you do to me—christ that sounds so stupid.”James groaned with content.

“Merlin, Lily. That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.  He closed the gap between their mouths again. 

Severus finally let his legs give out underneath him. He didn’t even care if they heard him collapse to the ground. It all seemed pointless to him now. He thought about the future and how it wasn’t even an hour ago that the possibility of Lily and him being together again existed. With him, she could be safe, completely protected by the Dark Lord’s graces. Instead, here she was not only choosing to live as a target, but to do so with him. 

He didn’t dare turn back to look at them again, despite hearing their soft moans and the shifting of hands moving over clothing. It felt like ages before they finally separated again.

“I think it's past our bedtimes.” He could hear the desire in Lily’s voice. His stomach sank lower. 

“Hmm. Seems so,” James sounded completely chuffed.

 “If you promise to be good, you can walk with me back to the common room,” Lily teased.

He could hear their feet start moving and he turned around to witness them walking almost shoulder to shoulder. Potter’s hand snaked its way around her hip and he wiggled his fingers, causing her to give a little shriek and swat at his chest. 

“Evans,” Potter teased, “When am I not good?” He watched as they turned the corner together, leaving Severus in a now dark and silent corridor. He didn’t move to get up, opting to lean back against the statue for a couple more moments. The life Snape wanted had been so possible— what had he done to deserve this outcome. He took out the ruddy photo he had in his pocket again and dragged a finger over Lily’s small, childlike smile. Her eyes gleamed up from the page. It couldn’t be over—not yet, he told himself. Not until her eyes were gone from his life, would it be over. 

[byullielle]

You Can't Read My Mind // Hwang Hyunjin x AFAB!Reader

FU In My Head, Cloudy June Y/N, unknowingly dating a mind-reader is at a disadvantage. Every time her thoughts drift to her absolutely charming and mischievous boyfriend, it takes a turn for the worst–the indulgences she conjures up about Hyunjin are simply unspeakable for the most part

Tags: Mind-Reading, Smut, Erotic Daydreaming, Unprotected Sex, Sex Toys (Candles, Vibrators, Hitachi Wands, Handcuffs), Tease!Hyunjin, Mildly Perv!Reader, Masturbation, Hwang Hyunjin has A Tongue Piercing, Cunnilingus, Kinda Fluffy/Tender Smut

Disclaimer: A scene comes up in where the reader thinks of Hyunjin fucking up a slim paintbrush handle but it never materializes. MINORS DNI. NSFW Content.

5.1k Words

A slight mewl is punched out of you, the sting making itself known on your thigh, then your stomach. It's a little bit fuzzy, but you look down as Hyunjin lets the wax drip onto your stomach, making you whimper before a gasp is punched out of you. Your clit throbs against his tongue as your hips jut up a bit, whimpering against the sheets while he continues to make out with your pussy, candle not forgotten as the occasional drips sting on your skin, making you yelp and moan wantonly.

He's beautiful, looking up at you with a very teasing glint in his eyes before slipping off your pussy, fluids on his lips and chin. He snuffs out the candle and lets the last remnant drip on your skin. "Look at you," he whispers under his breath, "My muse," he gruffly states while fucking you down with his eyes. 

The keys on the door suddenly jingle as you shake your head and close your legs, the mildly pornographic Netflix film that triggered your thoughts to spiral left unwatched continues to play. Immediately reaching for the remote, you exit the show and turn the TV off before your beloved boyfriend comes through the door, bag on one shoulder and hair already untied. 

You smile at him, hopping off the couch before flinging yourself towards him. "Welcome home!"

"Oof, now isn't this a welcome," he giggles before gently moving your bangs out of the way and pressing a kiss on your forehead, "I'm home," he smiles down at you. 

Your ears were still a little bit warm from the sudden daydream you went through, sure that there was at least a sliver of slick seeping through your folds, thankful that you wore pretty thick underwear. "How's your day?" you ask, voice unfaltering while you head to the kitchen to reheat the kimchi-jjigae you made earlier while he dresses down from work. "Oh the usual, choreography finally got finalized and we're ready to hit the road," he explains before stretching up and joining you in the kitchen.

"What about you, pretty girl, what were you up to today?"

"Closed a deal with a client and I'm halfway done with their commission project," you hum, handing him a bowl of rice and soup. "Overall it was productive,"

"Yea I bet," he says with a slight mischief to his tone. You couldn't help but jut your brow up at the statement before opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of aloe drink. "Did you eat already?" he asks while mixing the soup around, responding to him with a nod. 

You lean on the counter, watching him eat and savor the food with his usual sad expression and slight tremble which makes you chuckle internally, 'Cute,' you think. He looks up at you abruptly, raising his brows, "Enjoying yourself up there?" he asks as you laugh, "Yeah, it's fun watching you eat," you immediately concede. " 'S that so?" he scoffs and continues to eat. 

To spare him some sort of privacy you turn around and start on the dishes that both of you left to accumulate since this morning, a handful of pots you vowed to ‘wash after soaking,’ hitting it’s 2-day mark.

It’s quiet once more in the car, the dishes rendering your thoughts open and vulnerable once more. ‘What the fuck was that,’ you recall, quite ashamed at the thoughts that coursed through your brain 30 minutes ago. Wax play? Ever since when were you into pain anyways? And did either of you even own a pair of handcuffs? 

Hyunjin was a very tender and passionate guy when it came to sex, always thorough and romantic and that also translated in the way yu thought of him when it came to a little bit more depraved crevices in your brain. Even as he hypothetically splattered wax onto your skin he was still tender and very much attentive. Shaking your head, you try to snap out of it, you weren’t supposed to even start rationalizing the slew of horny thoughts–it is what it is, and having occasional daydreams of getting fucked silly with candle wax wasn’t as depraved as other fantasies. You were fine.

A hand on your waist shocks you so much you drop a pot down the sink as it splashes out slightly, also making Hyunjin recoil a bit. “Woah, princess, it’s just me,” he chuckles before pressing a kiss on your nape, making you shiver out a bit, “What’s going on through your pretty little head huh?” he asks you as you sigh and shake your head, “Maybe I’m just tired,” you let out a stammering laugh.

“Let me,” he turns the sink on for you, urging you to rinse your hands and leave the dishes to him, “You sure?”

“Positive. Go take a rest baby, put on something for us to watch,” he further tries to gently push you away from the sink with his hips before starting to take the sponge.

“If you say so,” you pout and lean to press a kiss on his cheek. 

“Let me take care of this,” he then says something that makes your goosebumps rise up unimaginably so, “Just go sit there and be my pretty little muse,”

You make a double take on him but he’s already facing the dishes. The expression on your face was one of befuddled shock, snapping yourself out as quick as you could before Hyunjin shakes his head with a soft smile on his face. ‘Wax play huh?’ he recalls the events he saw in your mind, ‘Never knew you were into that too my muse,’

You nurse your cup within your hands, knees up your chest while you watch Hyunjin focus on his canvas. It's a quiet Saturday morning, both your days off when you can just simmer in the comfort of silence. You try to keep your eyes off him but he's just so beautiful, with his hair tied back and a small streak of green paint across his cheek. 

His arms move along the motions of the canvas, making you bite your lower lip just a bit. Your imagination starts dwindling once more, eyes constantly following the trail of his arm. You hesitate a bit, not wanting to immediately go to that route especially when he was doing something mundane and something he loved, why would you dirty it like that. ‘It’s only dirty if he finds out,’ the devil on your shoulder reasons out, and suddenly you’re pulled back into your wild imagination.

"Tickles?" he asks as your breath hitches, the clean and damp brush running across your pebbled nipples, the dark obscuring your vision as he chuckles lowly. The bristles run past your stomach, then your inner thigh making you sigh out, "I wonder what would happen if I fuck this brush into you sweetheart," he asks which makes you want to gasp, a moan punched out instead. “You like that huh,” he hums, warm hands travelling the expanse of your legs. “Jinnie,” you whine, needy and wanton to your little heart’s desire. 

In the real world you’re taking another sip of your drink, eyes plastered on the words of the book you were reading without comprehending anything. Drifting back, Hyunjin gently swipes the brush up your clit, making you let out a stuttered breath, “Oh,” you couldn’t help but dumbly let out as he giggles, airy and light, “Like that? I’m just like painting you into existence,” he leans down and presses a kiss against your lip, capturing your tongue into his mouth before a sloppy sound makes your ears heat up with need. The sweet obscenity of it all, it was delicious.

“Only for you,” you manage to let out as he hums, “For me? You exist for me darling?” he questions before turning the paintbrush and letting the blunt tip gently run down the center of your thorax down to your belly button. “What a treat,” he hums in delight before lowering the brush further, facing your entrance directly.

"Y/N?" his voice jolts you up, making your drink splash around a little bit as small speckles land on your thigh and the blanket draped over you, "Sorry?" you swallow down heavily, looking to him as he smiles sympathetically, "You alright there? You've been staring off since a while ago," 

"I–I'm fine," you squeak out, further tightening your thighs against your body, "I just…drifted off in my thoughts," you chuckle as he hums. 

He stands from the artist's stool and wipes his hands off a damp towel, wiping the stain of paint off his cheek with the pad of his thumb. He starts walking closer towards you, subconsciously making you tighten the handle of the mug into your hand, "Sure?" he asks, stepping in front of you before placing a hand on your forehead, "You're warm darling, are you sure you're alright?" he asks.

You nod, taking his hands into yours after setting the mug down, “Why don’t you come nap with me,” you urge, and he laughs out almost as if he’s in disbelief. “A nap? Really?” ‘After that thing you just conjured up’ he nearly answers but bites his tongue. “What if I wanna do something else other than nap my muse?” he questions making your heart drop down to your pussy.

“H-Huh?”

He chuckles, an octave lower before leaning down to face you directly, “What if I wanted something else rather than a nap? Hm? Don’t you think we could have fun today?” he swipes the blanket off you and before you can turn your legs he grabs them and sets them on his shoulders, getting on his knees as your breath hitches.

“J-Jinnie, baby, what–”

“Wanna eat you out,” he presses a gentle kiss against your bare thigh, the metal on his tongue making itself known, sleep shorts riding up your legs, “Please?”

You needed the comfort anyway. You’ve been wet and throbbing since a while ago, why would you pass up this opportunity so quickly? “Okay,” you give him the signal before he nearly tears your shorts and underwear off you.

He comes face to face with your glistening pussy, a groan coming from him as he runs a gentle finger on the fold, making you sigh out. “So so pretty,” he hums in appreciation before nipping on your inner thigh with a smile filled with mischief. 

“Is your thigh somehow more sensitive than I’ve anticipated my muse?”

“Jinnie,” you scold whiningly.

“Sorry sorry, my bad,” he teases further, but gets closer to your bare cunt as he looks up at you with adoration, making you grab the blanket beside you and just clutch. You knew you were going to be here for a while.

A small whimper escapes your lips, pinching down your nipple as the hitachi wand presses against your clit. "Ohh fuck," you let out, the slick leaking off your pussy. In your mind, Hyunjin was helping you, his chest pressed against your back as he toys with the other nipple.

"And stop," he whispers against your ear as you shut the hitachi off, hips jutting up. Your breathing is heavy, the hitachi on one hand as you wait for a solid minute until the fabricated voice of his' in your head urges you to, "Go again,"

You press the wand against your clit again, imagining his slender fingers roaming your body so thoroughly you start to feel the delicious lick of shame set ablaze onto your spine. The slick gushes out of your folds, a choppy whine escaping you before another command echoes through the confines of your mind, "Stop,"

"Fuck, Hyunjin," you let out, pornographic and high from pleasure as your hands tremble around the wand. You still have your shirt half on, your panties pooled around your ankles while your bra is tucked under your breasts. You knew you looked like a wreck. "Look at you. Would it help if I gave you one of my boxers to sniff all to your greedy heart's content, sweetheart?" his voice reverberates, making you shiver a bit.

"Perhaps I can even play with you while you still have your underwear on. Stuff you with a vibe while I help you with the wand huh," he jeers and tempts before his hand reaches out on top of yours and envelopes them before turning the wand back on and pressing it against your spent clit.

"Hngh, Hyunjin," you call out, hips thrusting up and your leg slightly trembling before the bedroom door swings open. You gasp and open your eyes in shock to see your boyfriend by the doorway with a boner tenting up his pants.

"H–Hyune!"

"My, my, would you look at that," he clicks his tongue, "Why are you having fun without me my muse?" he tilts his head before folding his arms. The shame smacks you into oblivion as you shut your legs, "I–I didn't know you'd c–come home today," you shyly mutter.

He sighs and chuckles, eyes raking up and down at your disheveled appearance on the bed, "Do you want me to help you sweetheart?" he asks, starting to strip off his shirt as his lithe and lean muscles contract under his skin, deliciously so if you might add.

You hesitantly nod as he crawls towards you on the bed, reaching out for your slightly slicked hand as he pulls you towards him, whispering in your ear which makes goosebumps break out of you like a chill blown through your skin, "How do you want us to do this, my muse?"

"Anything you want Jinnie," you readily respond, wrapping your arms around his neck as he chuckles and presses a tender kiss on your lips, "Let me try reading your mind, huh?" he teases, slotting your lips together before your tongues dance around each other, the breath taken from your lungs and made his'.

"I want to please you, princess," he whispers against your lips, "Want me to stuff a vibe up that drenched pussy of yours? Eating you out while it vibrates?"

You gasp, his word-for-word reiteration of your thoughts surprising you.

"Oh, looks like I hit the jackpot," he softly chuckles, pressing a kiss on the juncture of your jaw and ear, suckling lightly as you mewl out and hold the back of his head with your hand while throwing your head back. "And we can even play with candles darling," he cajoles making you want to protest because it felt like he could really read your mind. He wasn't psychic, was he?

"H-How'd you know?" you stammer as he laughs against your neck.

He presses a kiss on your collarbone, then your sternum, "It's awfully obvious,"

Blood rushes up your cheeks before a surprised yelp escapes you, a nip on your hardened buds shocking you in the best way possible. “Take your time to answer darling,” he breathlessly chuckles against your supple skin, “I can be here all day,”

He swipes his tongue up on your tit, making you whimper before his hands hold your thighs still. The hard metal ball resting on his tongue adds to the pressure, constantly catching on your nipples making you jolt up and try to squeeze your legs closed against Hyunjin’s body.

He stays there, leaning against you as he suckles and lightly bites down at your tits and kisses up your sternum as you scramble for the last of your wits, unable to form any comprehensive sentence.

But it tempts you–the promise and permission to indulge in your thoughts dangling right in front of your face. Candle wax and a dream, what were you to lose when it was his suggestion? “Jin, Jinnie,” you whimper out, making his hum reverberate on your sternum before his eyes flit up, plush lips never leaving your body.

“Do something,” you beg, never beyond you to get immediate gratification.

“And what would that something be my muse?” he gets up from your chest before inching closer to your face again, lips connecting against yours once more, “Oh come on,” you whine, nearly teary.

He laughs, giving a peck, hands roaming the expanse of your nearly naked body, with the shirt still hanging off your shoulder. “Jinnie please,” you pout, but he doesn’t relent. “Please what my darling?”

“You’re cruel,” you whimper. “I know,” he chuckles and bites down on your lower lip teasingly.

You pout, embarrassed to your very core but needy all the same, you clutch his arm and he hums with a tilt of his head, “P-Please?” you sputter out and open your legs a little bit more, “I- I wanna play with wax Jinne, and the vibes too,” you struggle out, looking down at the hand wrapped around your boyfriend’s arm.

“Sure?” he asks and you nod, “W-Why are you so good at this?” you try to joke but he maneuvers you until your back hits his still-clothed chest as he chuckles near your ear, “Maybe I can read your mind,”

You gulp down. The thoughts, the daydreams, it was embarrassing if he really could read your mind. And the fact that he knew how to enact these was hot in a way that shame coursed through you and in you like a leaky faucet. A pervert in every essence of the word. “Don’t worry darling, I find it hot that you think of me this way,” he whispers and leans over to the small toy box on his side of the nightstand before pulling out a candle and lighter from the drawer of said stand. “Y-You have one,” you say in awe.

He hands the lighter in your hand, “Say when and it’s all yours,” he smiles against your ear before biting down softly, making you whine. His legs restrain yours, forcing them open as the cool air hits your bare pussy, your arousal gushing out as he runs his index finger on your folds, making a stuttered gasp escape you.

“So, so wet,” he muses, the pad of his finger suddenly on your overworked clit. “J-Jinne!” you gasp out and throw your head back on his shoulder as your hand tightens on his bicep in pleasure. He then moves his fingers to slowly plunge into your head, the softest squelch coming from it as you’re stopped bucking forward because of his legs pulling you back.

The weighty yet slim pressure was so good, that the delayed gratification you subjected yourself to was finally rewarded. Slipping in another finger, your walls stretch to accommodate his fingers, and a moan is loudly punched out from you as he spreads them a bit, then closes them back down, effectively making you open up a bit.

His other hand pulls the bullet vibrator closer and the anticipation pounds against your chest as your breath picks up into a hitch, and once he raises it up, he slips the small toy into his mouth, the faint clack of the silicone material against the piercing on his tongue still audible as you watch in awe and arousal.

With eyes meeting yours, he smiles down at you slightly. What an absolute tease. You pout and reach out, turning around before slipping the toy off his mouth, a small trail of spit breaking the moment that the toy is out of his lips. Without a word, you slip the toy inside, shakily so while you scrabble for purchase on his shoulder.

A broken staccato of moans are punched out of you once you start slipping the toy in, his hands holding your waist up as you whimper before it fully settles into your warm core, legs trembling. “Comfy?” he asks.

You hold onto his shoulders with your arms wrapped around them, leaning your forehead against his’, “Yeah. Feels nice,” you mumble as he leans over to press a kiss against your lips. You look into his eyes and can’t help but bashfully smile at him, “What’s in your mind cutie?” he asks before reaching for the remote of the vibe, not turning it on yet.

“Nothing. I- I just feel very spoiled right now,”

“If you told me sooner you were into candles I would’ve helped you out a looong~ time ago,” he giggles and presses a kiss on the tip of your nose, “I’ll give the world for you, you know that right?”

Your core squeezes against the toy, making you bite down on your lower lip at the sudden pressure exerted by your walls, “Do something Jinnie,” you beg, making him hum and maneuver your back down against the mattress gently. His hands trail down from the sides of your ribs before the vibrator stuffed inside you starts buzzing.

A sharp inhale burns through your lungs, a sound unable to spill out of you as your legs stiffen.

His lips start trailing down your sternum, then your stomach, then you could feel the stiff metal dig into your tummy, slightly nipping at the small pudge making you yelp out and giggle breathlessly before spasming due to the stimulation within your walls. You were going to go insane and it was in the most delicious way possible.

You can feel him smile against you before his lips and tongue inch down, biting and pressing on your inner thigh. ‘Clothes,’ you suddenly notice, the material of his jeans chafing against your bare legs, and while he presses a kiss on your knee he starts shucking off his shirt, then fumbling with the buttons of his jeans while pressing up on the intensity of the vibe.

Your hands grip and tear into the sheets as it hastens up, forcing your eyes to screw shut as the lighter makes itself known into your palm. You feel his hands on you once more, making you open your eyes starting to grow heavier as he smiles down lovingly, clothes finally out of the way before he dips down between your legs and looks up at you.

His tongue lolls out of his lips, the warm pad of his tongue now pressed against your leaking cunt while his piercing catches on the swollen nub, electricity coursing up your system while curses and moans tumble out of your lips.

The vibrations are buzzing through the soft walls of your core, feeling the slick leave yet his tongue and saliva mixing while the slopping sounds of the fluids make your ears heat up more than they already were, blood pumping through them as if the sounds of the room are zeroed in on the man savoring you like there was no tomorrow.

“J-Jinnie!” you call out, voice caught against his throat as he hums and sends down further vibrations in your core, sucking on your bud lightly before looking up as you hand him the lighter with trembling hands. “I- I don’t think I can last,”

“Oh but you can,” he detaches from you, a trail of slick on his lips, nose, and chin. “Come all you want my darling, it’s fine,” he chuckles before taking the lighter. “Why don’t you have one for me before we play some more?” he smiles, half-lidded and drunk in lust.

Without getting another word in, the vibrations in your cunt fasten up making you tense up and grip his arms before his thumb meets your clit, driving you into cumming faster than you anticipated as you rock your hip forward, thighs trembling and knees hiking up. The sheets are nearly torn off the mattress due to your thrashing and a long, drawn-out moan spills from you, a string of babbles that come in the form of Hyunjin’s name along with it.

He shuts the vibrator off, inserting his fingers to slip it off your hole, making you shudder while catching your breath. He presses a kiss against your inner knee before rubbing the spot.

“There you go,” Hyunjin kisses your cheek before comfortingly, “Want more or are you tired?”

“More,” you scramble up on your elbows while the high dies down, your energy and libido still in peak condition, “Jinnie, I want you to come too,” you pout and cage his face between your hands before placing a tender kiss on his lips, “Please?”

“Can I ask you something?” Jinnie tenderly kisses your palm, “Cockwarm me? While we play with the wax?” he hesitates a bit, now a shy smile playing on his plush lips, “I know it isn’t–”

“--Yes please,” you breathlessly answer, clenching down on nothing. “God, please Jinnie,”

You could see his adam’s apple bob up and down, the darkness in his eyes clouded by lust. “You’re perfect, my muse,” he gently pushes you back down on the bed before crawling up the bed and grabbing some lube and condoms by the nightstand.

You try to reach out once he settles back down, hands wrapping around his dick before he stops you with a hand to your wrist and a hiss, “Darling, I will cum if you try,” he laughs dryly, making you pout but comply anyway, letting go.

He bites off the foil of the condom wrapper, rolling on the latex around his hard member, red at the tip and veins protruding by the underside of his shaft. What you’d give to lick at those veins. He pops off the lube cap and squirts some on his hand.

“Baby, you’re staring,” he bashfully points out while slathering the lubricant on his hard and wrapped cock. You gulp down and avert your eyes up to him, heart squeezing at the sight as his kiss-swollen lips are tucked under his teeth, cheeks, and ears flushed red, sweat trailing down his temple and neck while his brows knit together at the slight pressure he seems to be putting on his cock. He’s gorgeous like this, and you could stare at him forever.

There is a short reprieve, both your eyes meeting again before he sighs with a fond look despite the clear need in his eyes, leaning down back to your vantage point before you wrap one arm around the back of his neck as he pushes down against your lips once more, slotting them together as the soft and plush sensation sends you into cloud nine, floating while the ecstasy of please buzzes around your head, kissed stupid and fucked into a high.

You feel his cockhead press against your clit, making you whimper against his lips while the wet sensation of his tongue swipes through.

He presses down and his head catches in your folds but doesn’t go in yet, still savoring the teasing he’s putting you through before feeling the pout on your lips making him sigh out in muted laughter. You detach your lips from him, mouth opened wide in a gasped moan as his length stretches you out, the delectable spread of your folds enveloping his warm member making goosebumps rise out of you as he grunts before placing his forehead on your shoulder, ragged breaths coming from him.

You slot your hands between his hair, gently raking your fingers against his scalp before hearing a breathless whimper. After a few beats of silence, he sits up again, cock buried deep into you before he combs his hair back with his fingers and then grabs the lighter discarded to the side of your leg. You suck in a breath, making him groan before he could ignite the candle, excitement bubbling in your system as the wick lights aflame.

"Shit, shit. Baby, don't squeeze down," he hisses and presses down against your stomach a bit, a loud and startled mewl escaping you. "J-Jinnie," I stammer out.

The flame burns the door wax down, you stare at it in anticipation until it suddenly drips. Catching you off guard, a sting suddenly makes itself known, and another, scorching heat all over your skin pricking you. A staggering moan escapes you, the sting feeling so good as the scalding heat lingers against your stomach.

"O-Oh fuck!"

"Feel nice?" Hyunjin asks, breathless as he holds up the candle against you, letting it drip down to your sternum, chest, stomach, and thighs. Each stinging drip makes your legs tremble, a knot in your stomach coils up again, a litany of moans and pleasured screams spilling uncontrollably.

Clenching around Hyunjin's length, you start toying with your nipples while the drips around your body continue to assault you with pleasure.

"Jinnie, oh fuck. So good," you moan, eyes closed as he deeply chuckles.

"You look so…wrecked, my muse. So gorgeous,"

You start grinding down against his dick, the pain of the wax making you want to move, scratch the itch in your aching pussy as he hisses and tries to stay still.

Another drip of wax stings against your stomach, making your back arch and leading you to impale yourself more on Hyunjin's cock. It felt good, the gushing pleasure of your core coating his dick and leaking out. A pressure builds up against your lower stomach, "Jinnie!"

He chuckles, slightly dark and menacing as he gently grinds back. "Does it feel good, my pretty girl?"

"S-So good," you manage to stammer out in a growl. "Fuck me please. Jinnie, move, move please"

He gently caresses your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and smiling down lovingly. "So polite," he mumbles before blowing the candle out, grabbing your hips and thrusting forward.

Moan after moan is punched out every thrust he makes, sweat dripping down his body and making him look golden, glowing against the bedroom light. "Jinnie! Jinnie, cum please," you shut your eyes in pleasure. 'Cumcumcumcum,' is recited in your mind like a mantra, like a silent plea as he grunts and the grip on your waist bruisingly tightens.

A sudden, punched out moan escapes him, thrusts growing erratic and rougher by the minute as you tear at his arms in blinding pleasure. Warmth coats your pussy, feeling the condom inside you fill out as you clench, your own orgasm pulled out from you as you stutter out a high pitched whine.

Heavy breathing fills the room, Hyunjin looking down at you and tracing the dried down wax splatters on your skin.

"My pretty pretty canvas,"

You smile at him dazedly and tiredly, "All for you," you reach out for his hand and kiss the back of it. I look up at him curiously, "Are you sure you're not a mind reader?"

He laughs, light and airy before pressing a kiss against your lips. "Are you sure that I'm not?" he cocks a brow up, "Darling your fantasies are mine to take anyways, mine to fulfill,"

You shiver at his words, breath quickening and pussy clenching down on him still. He hisses with a smile on his face, wincing, "Oh, looks like someone is still energetic,"

a/n: whew. 5k words for smut is surprising to me cause damn i got carried away if anything.

[miniwheat77]

Rough. (141 x Reader)

Part 3 to Ice Bath.

!CW! NSFW, Smut, rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, gang bang, (sorry if I missed any)

Summary: 141 just can’t take the sounds you make anymore.

Over the course of the next few months, it’s uncomfortable to say the least. For some reason they’re all very rough on you. Manhandling you when you’re sparring, being extra rough when training. Soap was even your spotter when you were lifting weights and pushed you a little far instead of helping you. But you noticed something else. Activities you were completely used to doing alone, they all joined in on now. Working out in the morning, getting bored during the day and spending that time training. They were always around and it was a bit weird. Usually they kept to themselves, but lately. It’s been different. They always hovered over you anymore.

You were passing through the men’s barracks to get to your post on watch, you were taking over for your Captain. You hear Gaz and Soap talking and you weren’t usually one to eavesdrop, but a little wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“She’s got to know what she’s doing right?” You hear Gaz. “I thought so too but she seems completely oblivious to the sounds she makes when she’s doing something like that.” He chuckles. You think to yourself for a minute. Who was doing what? “I mean. Yesterday working out when you “accidentally” weren’t paying attention and she struggled with the bench press. The sounds she made, straight up sinful. The sound of her struggling is…” he makes a huffing sound with his mouth, and only now do you realize they’re talking about you. Your eyes widen. This just answered all of the questions you had. They’ve been hanging around you because they like to hear you struggle? They get off on it? No wonder they’ve been hovering over you. You make your footsteps louder as you pass by them, smiling at them as you pass by. Feeling their eyes burn into your backside as you continue passing through.

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You started slow, making flirtatious remarks to each of them in private when the others weren’t around. You started with the easiest ones, Gaz and Soap. They were so easy to persuade, they would do anything you wanted. Then, your Captain. Of course, despite how professional he was, he was still a man. So easy to persuade, especially since you’re a lot younger than him. He took the bait so quickly. Ghost was last, he was obviously more guarded than the rest. But he still took part in all of it. That day sparring when he wouldn’t let you go, you knew he was in on it. They were all nothing but a bunch of perverts.

It went on for a while, flirting with them, getting close with them. You knew it was only a matter of time until one of them made a move, or told another about it. You were curious which would come first. You liked working out around them now, especially now that you were onto what they were doing. You took your time working out, made as many whimpers and moans without looking obvious as possible, the deeper you dug the hole, the deeper they fell into it. You still weren’t sure what you were going to do to get back at them for being perv’s. You were still thinking of a plan. But for now, you were having fun playing with them. You were warming up, getting ready to train in combat. You were waiting for the others. They always joined you.

It didn’t take long for the rest to fill the room, and you stood on the mat, waiting for them. You were about to give them a run for their money.

Usually when it came to sparring with coworkers, you went a little easy. No tricks or anything too rough. But you were going to push your luck today. You sparred like normal against your Captain and Ghost. Finally, Johnny stood in front of you. You fought like normal at first, until a kick got a little close to his inner thigh. “Woah- a little close there lass.” He pants, “but it wasn’t.” You roll your eyes. After a couple more things, he was getting annoyed by your moves. “Ah fuck-“ he pins you onto the ground. “You keep pulling my fucking hair,” he seethes, “stop it.” He growls. “No.” You look up at him, and he can see that there is something different in your eyes. “Not funny.” He rolls his eyes. “Never said it was.”

“Quit it before you get yourself into trouble.” He’s still holding you down.

“Make me.” Everyone in the room is pausing what they’re doing. Ghost and Gaz sparring stop immediately and all eyes are on you and Soap, and he glances around the room. “Y/N. What’s gotten into you?” He looks down at you. Finally, a deep chuckle leaves your lips. “You’re all ridiculous, especially you right now Soap. I mean for fucks sake.” You laugh. He finally lets you go, sitting up. “What? What are you talking about?” He takes a deep breath. “This? All of you hanging around me for weeks, acting all weird when I’m working out. I mean, I figured you were deprived but I didn’t figure you’d all turn into a group of perverts.” You prop yourself up on your elbows, chest still heaving. You stand up, and they all stay silent. “Pushing me extra hard, being rough with me on purpose so you can hear me moan?” You cross your arms. They all exchange glances. “I mean… seriously? That’s the best way you think to make a girl moan?” You laugh.

Ghost makes the first move, taking slow steps toward you, closing the gap. The rest slowly following after him. They make a small circle around you and the nervousness sets in as they stare you down like a pack of wolves. They’ve all thought about this. They haven’t talked about it yet but they’ve thought about it, they’re all on the same page. “We know a better way, trust me.” Soap chuckles. You glance at each of them, a smile growing on your face. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” You roll your eyes. “Take your clothes off.” Ghost’s voice is stern when he says it. “Fine.” You smile, grasping your shirt and pulling it over your head, bra following. You tug your bottoms down your legs discarding them to the floor. The only thing covering you now were panties. You couldn’t deny it, their eyes on you as you stand there exposed, it made you nervous. Soap is the first to touch you, reaching out his hands and grasping hold of your panties, ripping them right off of you. He starts to take his own clothes off, the rest of them following along. You could tell they were nervous, but the excitement started to take it away. The first to finish undressing is Gaz, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pulling you back into him. He starts attacking your neck with his lips, biting and kissing at the skin. You’re melting back into him, gasping when he glides his hand down your front, over your belly, stopping at your clit. He circles his fingers over it, a small gasp leaving your lips. He nudges your cheek with his nose, his eyes screwed shut as he touches you. He can’t remember the last time he’s touched a woman, never like this. “Such a good girl.” He breathes, inhaling your scent. He grits his teeth, wanting to force you onto the floor and split you open on his cock but he knows he has to be patient.

He backs away from you, Soap grasping you and lifting you up to lay you down on the mat. “Gonna open you up sweetheart. Get you nice n ready for us.” He breathes. Spitting on his fingers and nudging them at your opening. You take him easily and he smiles to himself as you start to squirm as he pumps his fingers into you, you look up, noticing the other three are starting to stroke themselves. A moan leaves your lips, nervousness settling into your chest, you wanted to stop them, get away while you had the chance but the other part of you that knew what was coming, refused. “Relax for me.” He breathes. You don’t understand what he means until you feel his fingers nudging at your ass. Your heart rate picks up and he can hear your heart thumping in his chest. “It’s okay, just need to open you up baby,” he breathes. A whimper leaves your lips, Simon lowering himself to his knees, lips surrounding one of your nipples. He’s trying to calm you, a gasp leaves your lips as Johnny’s fingers slip deeper into you. Simons tongue swirling over you. Once Johnny is moving two of his fingers into you, he knows you’re ready. Simon pulls away, and Johnny lifts you up, moving himself underneath you. “Gonna take my cock now.” He breathes. You nod. You’re laying on top of him, your back to his chest as he lines his cock up with your entrance, he’d already slicked his cock up with spit. He presses his tip at your entrance and you whimper as he slips into you. “Oh god-“ you cry. Kyle moves between your legs, admiring the way you’re opening on Johnny’s cock. When Johnny slides completely into you, you’re squirming on him. “Oh my god- I’m so full.” You gasp, trying to sit up. Johnny keeps you close to his chest, starting to thrust his hips up into you. Kyle wets his fingers, lowering his face down. He slides them into you, pumping his fingers into you and wrapping his lips around your clit.

You’re crying in just a few minutes, your first orgasm approaching at a pathetic rate. Simon and John watch intently, stroking their own cocks as they watch you cry. Tears streaming down your face. “Getting so tight on my fingers baby. You gonna cum?” Kyle smirks. “Yes- yes!” You cry out. He smiles, lowering his face back down into you. He wiggles his face back and fourth, tongue swirling over your clit. This was it, all of the ice baths, the sparring, the training sessions to hear you desperate, coming to a head. You tilt your head back into Johnny, crying out. The absolute desperation, a cry you aren’t trying to hold back leaving your lips. John let’s his eyes roll back, groaning out. He’s getting close. Kyle keeps his face buried between your legs until you’re squirming. He sucks at your clit, licking up against you. He’s good at this, the way your body feels is amazing. Something you’ve never felt before. Kyle is smiling up at you as he pulls away. “Doing so good for us darling, so good.” He breathes. He sits up onto his knees, pumping his cock and moving himself closer to you, cock nudging at your entrance. He pushes his cock past your folds, sliding it into you. He can feel Johnny pushing up against your walls as he moves his hips into your ass. The sounds leaving your lips are desperate, feeling so full of them, already so overstimulated. John moves himself overtop of you, wanting you to suck him off. Before he does, you glance over to Simon, not wanting him to feel left out. Raising your hand and motioning for him to come toward you. As John fills your mouth with his cock, you take Simon’s cock into your hand, beginning to pump him.

John holds your head still, beginning to fuck himself into your throat. You moan around him, hearing them all moaning out. You pump Simons cock in your hand, trying to give him attention too. He grasps your hand, spitting in it. You wrap your hand around him again, pumping him faster. Moaning around John. You can feel him twitch into your mouth, knowing he’s getting close. Johnny is fucking you harder, breaths getting ragged, thrusts getting desperate. You know he’s getting close too. Kyle is right on the edge, pulling out just in time as he finishes over your stomach. He groans out. He stands up, going to clean himself up and Simon quickly takes his spot. Simon’s cock is a lot thicker than Kyle’s and he stretches you. John groans as you moan around him, reaching up and cupping his balls. “Fuck.. fucking Minx.” He groans. His cock hitting the back of your throat. “Ah fuck! M’gonna cum,” Johnny groans out. “Gonna fill your ass-“ he reaches up, wrapping a hand around your throat. John and Johnny smiles as they cut your air off, mouth full of cock. Johnny has a tight grip on you. He groans out when he reached his high, hips halting. You tighten around Simon, and he knows you’re close. He holds your thighs steady, lifting you up as Soap moves himself from beneath you. John moves himself up on you, letting you breath for a second before forcing himself back into your mouth. “So tight on me, so fucking tight on me.” Simon groans. “Fuck-“ he gasps. John’s cock twitches again, “fuck, gonna fill your throat.” He lowers his head lower. Whispering to you. “Gonna be a good girl and swallow it for me?” He smirks. You look up at him, staring him down. He likes the way you’re looking up at him. He tilts his head back, gasping out. You jump slightly as he cums, spurts of his filth hitting the back of your throat but you swallow it down, cleaning him up completely. He pulls away, groaning out as he lifts himself up. Going to get redressed and cleaned up like the rest.

Simon moves up, hovering over you. “S’just me and you now sweetheart.” He looks down at you. Simon wanted to take his time with you, pull another orgasm from you. Show you how beautiful you are. He’s taking slow, deep thrusts into you. Your thighs shake a little, moans leaving your lips as you try to clutch at the mat. “Fuck Simon, ah-“ you cry out, the way he’s stretching you is so perfect. He feels so good sliding into you. The squelch of your wetness eggs him on more, trying to hold back his own high. “I- I’m gonna cum.” You whimper, looking up at him. “Me too. Cum around my cock.” He breathes. You’re squirming a little, overstimulated. Your high is approaching fast. He lowers his hand to rub circles over your clit. He pulls another orgasm from you, your eyes rolling back as you tighten around him again. Cries leave your lips in strings and his eyes roll back. He can’t pull out, he won’t even try. His hips stutter to a stop as he fills you full of his cum, groaning out. He pauses, feeling the mix of your orgasms dripping down his front. “You did so good for us.” He chuckles. You smile up at him, your lazy smile is cute. He groans as he slides out of you.

He stands up, lifting you up and carrying you along to the women’s barracks so that he could help you get cleaned up.

They definitely knew a better way to make you moan.

[linos-luna]

hii <3

i hope you had a nice day today🤎

i was wondering if you could do a fic where either yandere bang chan or lee know takes care of clingy-baby reader like where they do everything for the reader -honestly i don’t really know 😭i’m just in that needing to depend on someone mood i’m sorry if this is weird 😭😭 it’s my first time requesting~~

also i just wanted to say that your writing is amazing and you’re my favourite writer on tumblr at the moment 🧸

thank you so much please don’t feel like you have to do it i’m sorry if this bothers you🤎🤎🤎

I’m your current favorite?? 🥺 you’re so kind, I appreciate it 😭💜

I was actually planning on writing one like this for Yandere! Lee Know. So this is just perfect timing.

Hope you like 💕

Sorry it took so long!

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Sweet Kitten ❣️🔪

Yandere! Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, 18+, light smut, controlling behavior, fingering, ddlg ? , Stockholm Syndrome?

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Daddy knows best so why would you question him? He loves and cares for you 24/7. All you want is his love. However, you never realized just how obsessed he was with you…

Minho came into the bedroom, obviously a bit annoyed but gave you a weak smile when seeing you on the bed.

“What’s wrong daddy? Who was at the door?”

“Ah… no one… it was nothing.” He lied as he patted your head.

You nodded and gave him a hug. He paused for a moment before hugging you back, thinking about the conversation from just a few minutes ago.

There was someone at the door; it was your friend Jihyo, and she asking about you. Minho was actually surprised you still had friends, he was sure he scared them all away. But this one was persistent. He thought back on the amusing conversation…

“You can’t see her!”

“Why not?! What’s wrong with you?!” She replied, very concerned.

“Because she doesn’t want to see you.”

“Not true. You’re insane!” Jihyo yelled as the door was slammed in her face.

“You can’t do this! She doesn’t belong to you!” She continued pounding on the door while yelling.

“Come on baby.” Minho said with a smile. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

“Bath time?!”

“Yes bath time.” He chuckled at your enthusiasm and led you to the bathroom.

He got the water ready and started helping you undress. You got in the tub and was excited as he got some soap and a rag to clean you.

Afterwards, Minho dried you up and dressed you in some warm pajamas. He brushed your hair and had you sit so he could braid it. He loved braiding your hair.

“Daddy I wanna watch a movie.”

“It’s a little late for that, Isn’t it?” He replied while tying off your last braid,

“But I wanna cuddle with daddy” you pouted.

Minho couldn’t say no to you and agreed.

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You watched as he made hot chocolate and pulled out some cookies as well.

“Where’d you get the cookies, daddy?” You ask curiously as you reach for one.

“A friend of mine made them.” Minho replied while handing you one.

You both drank your hot chocolate in the kitchen and Minho fed you some cookies before heading to the living room to pull up Netflix.

You sat on top of your boyfriend with a blanket as you watched the movie. He was so nice and warm. Minho slipped his hand under your shirt and was gropping your right breast. He loved the feeling of your warm flesh and he slipped his other hand in your pants.

You whined a bit at the feeling but it soon turned pleasurable as he went under your already wet panties and started fingering you.

“You like that baby…?” Minho teased, his hot breath tickling your neck. “You like daddy’s fingers?”

“Yes daddy…”

After putting two fingers in, he was slowly moving in an out with ease; he loved the sounds of your whimpers so rubbed your clit to hear more…

“More daddy.” You moaned. “More please!”

“So greedy hm? But anything for my sweet kitten.”

After continuing to rub your clit and pinching your nipple, you soon came with a loud moan.

Minho knew you wouldn’t last the whole movie so he wasn’t very surprised when you fell asleep soon after your orgasam.

He wrapped you up in the blanket and carried you to the bedroom where he tucked you in.

Your boyfriend stripped to his boxers and left for a moment to brush his teeth.

“D-daddy?!” You sat up and called out to him the second you didn’t feel his touch.

“Don’t worry, kitten” Minho chuckled while coming back to the room while brushing his teeth. “I’m right here.”

You got up and went to him, giving a tight hug. “I’m sleepy. Let’s go sleep.”

“Yes baby, hold on a moment.”

Minho goes to the bathroom to finish cleaning his teeth while you held onto him. You both went back to the bed and your boyfriend tucked you in. He laid next to you and you cuddled into him as you drifted off to sleep.

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Later that night Jihyo and some others decided that they were going to get you out and devised a plan.

It was almost 4am and friend was able to unlock the window in the living room with a hair pin. She looked around and tried to figure out how she would get past a sleeping Minho. That’s when she heard the bedroom door open and she hid. But much to her surprise, it was actually you. You were going to the bathroom. 

Jihyo waited for you to come out and quickly grabbed you when you did, making sure to smother your scream.

“Hey! Hey y/n!” She said in a loud whisper. “It’s me, Jihyo!”

“Jihyo…?” You calmed down as she let go of you. “W-what are you doing?”

“I’m getting you out of here.” She said, now tugging on your arm.

“But why?” You ask while following her. “Daddy loves me, he’ll be so worried.”

Jihyo was appalled by what you just said and sighed as you both were in front of the window.

“Do you hear yourself?! He’s controlling you!”

“But I need him—!” You said this a bit loud and Jihyo was quick to cover your mouth and push you out the window.

In front, there was a car waiting and another friend was in the driver’s seat. Jihyo got in the back with you as the car started driving.

“Sorry jeongyeon… it took longer than expected.” Jihyo said with a sigh.

“It’s fine.” Jeongyeon replied, looked back at the two of you for a moment. “As long as she’s out.”

It was about a 45 minute drive and you were getting antsy.

“I-I’m cold… I wanna go home!” You cried out, getting jihyo to let go of you.

“Oh it’s that bad…” jeongyeon said as she pulled into the parking space.

“Y/n please!” Your friend said as she got you out of the car. “Minho is not as good boyfriend. He is controlling and manipulative. Not good for you!”

“B-but he takes care of me!” You cried, wiping your tears. “I miss him!”

Both girls sighed as they brought you in and were met with another friend, setting up a place for you to sleep on the couch.

“Hey y/n. Remember me?”

“Momo?” You were surprised to see her… actually haven’t seen her in a while.

“You’re sleeping here.” Momo patted the couch with blankets and smiled.

“No I gotta go home now…”

“Y/n…” jihyo sighed. “Get some sleep, we will discuss in the morning. You were reluctant but eventually agreed as you were very tired.

Meanwhile, Minho was in a state of panic, practically turning the place upside down looking for you. He had woken up around 5 when realizing you weren’t there and started freaking out.

“Y/n? Y/n?! Where are you!” He yelled out in desperation. “My baby, where’d you go?! Who took my sweet kitten?!”

Then it hit him. Jihyo. Your friend from earlier. She must’ve taken you! He was pissed and grabbed a jacket and his keys.

Who’s house did you go to? He thought to himself. Jihyo’s would be too obvious. Your friend jeongyeon lived relatively close so probably not her… so that leaves Momo. Of course! The furthest house of the three!

Soon he was driving, not only worried for you but also pissed at your friends… he wants to hurt them for taking his baby away…

[kittyamore0]

Part two of my sweet baby where ethan is their and he wants to hold the baby and you have a talk with him about the baby and agree that he can be involved with the e

A:N: HELP I DIDNT EXPECT ‘My sweet baby’ TO BLOW UP SO QUICKLY???

Our sweet baby…

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[PART II]

RATING: SFW

FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, ghost face, fluff, and slight angst

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @ilovechickenwings, @alice121804, @baby-alien11, @0000-lover-girl, @astrelvs334, @babywantskith, @homebyeleven, @liyahsocorro, @iatemyhampster1, @christianyelichislife, @lil4chry, @kaiawolf

READER: To my Anons, I'll be answering your questions and putting the link for part 2 for you since i cannot tag you!

POV: 2nd person

WRITING STYLE: One-shot, fluff, and angst

PARING: Ethan Landry x Reader

Reminder: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy, or steal my ideas!

CW: Labor, Fem! Reader, pregnant reader, newborn birth, swearing, knife, fighting,

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"Hurry, Sam!"

Tara gestured towards Sam, as Sam and Tara weaved through the crowd of people at the hospital. "Tar Tara! Slow the hell down!" Sam shouts when she nearly trips on her feet, still being dragged by Tara.

"No. You start running faster!" Tara retorted. Sam could only hear a loud bang, caused by Tara's hands slamming on the front desk.

"Hi, my names Tara Carpenter. This is Samantha Carpenter. We're here to see our friend [Name] [Last name] who is currently going into labor as we speak, and you know, we were the ones who brought [Name] here. Yet, they took her from us and didn't even tell us where she went and i would like to know straight away to be there for my friends whose in pain. So, yea."

Sam chuckled at Tara's fast, angry rant. Tara just put on a, 'tell me right now or Ill fuck you up,' innocent smile while the nurse stared at her, disturbed. "Uhm...yea, right...[Name] [Last name], right? She's She's in room 317. I I'll I'll tell them, the doctors, you both are making your way there..." Tara hummed. "Thank you," she whispered.

"c'mon, Sam." Tara eagerly grabbed Sam's hands and once again dragged her towards the elevator.

Surprisingly, no one was in the elevator, but that only meant the faster they get to you. Tara kept pressing the button and Sam literally had to hold her arms to restrain her from breaking the button.

Tara had practically ran when she heard the elevator ding when she felt it stop. "Oh, my god. Tara! Calm down. Shes okay! God...dammit, Tara!" Sam started running too.

Tara shook the doctor by his shoulders and Sam was holding Tara by her waist, trying to pull her away. "Miss Carpenter, we assure you [Name] is fine " He was cut off when your screams came from inside the room.

"Let me in, or i swear to fucking god " The doctor sighs before opening the door letting Sam, and Tara.

Tara runs to you and grabs your hand, while Sam feels her phone buzz. "Mindy's on her way. Gale wants to come. Dont know about the rest..." You weakly nod and so does Tara. "She can come..." Sam lets out a quiet 'okay,' while a dirty look spreads on Tara's face.

"Push one more time, [Last name]," you whimper and shake your head. "Hey, hey...look at me," Tara looks you in the eyes with a determined look on her face. "You can do this, just a few more.."

You let out pained screams, as your vision grew blury and fuzz filled your ears, blocking out every sound...until it soon filled with a babies cry.

"There he is..." Tara covered her mouth with both of her hands, on the verge of tears. Sam awed at him. "Can... can i hold him?" The doctor nodded and handed you the crying baby.

You smiled and softly kissed his forehead. more tears streamed down your face, and Tara cooed at him.

Sam turned around to the knocking, seeing Gale and Mindy waving like crazy people. Sam rolled her eyes at Gale. Gale was literally taking pictures.

"Hi, Elijah..."

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Your keys jingled, working on unlocking and giving you access to your front door. It had been 2 weeks since your son, Elijah, had been born.

You walked into your living room, spotting Mindy bouncing Elijah on her knees. "One...two...three!" She turned Elijah to face her and let out a, 'Rah!' in his face.

She smiled and mouthed, 'hes been very good,' you just chuckled. "Oh, look! Who's that? Mommy! Mommy's here. Lets go!" She picked him up and lifted him up high, making her way towards you.

"Hi, baby boy...you're so cute. Yes, you!" Mindy grabbed her coat and boots. "Im gonna head out. Tara called, something about watching a movie. See you, [Name]," She waved and left. "Bye, Mindy!"

You walked over to Elijahs little comfy chair and placed him down, strapping him in. "Mommy's gonna make dinner, okay? Okay!" You blew into his neck, rubbing your face into his neck.

Your eyes perked up, as your home phone rang. You rushed over, hesitant to pick up. This had reminded you about how you were stabbed in the stomach 2 weeks after you found you were pregnant, and this is 2 weeks after Elijah had just been born.

You took a deep breath and put the phone to your ear.

"Hello, [Last Name's] residence. How can i help you?"

"[Name...?]"

The man breathed out.

"Im Im sorry, but...who is this?"

"Ethan. Ethan Landry."

Your throat went dry, and your hearts pace quickened. You looked over to Elijah and worry crossed your face.

"Okay. Look, whatever sick fucking joke you're playing, its not fucking funny!"

"Oh, im not playing jokes, [Name]..." You jumped back when the voice came from behind you. You turned around to see your ex-boyfriend, Ethan Landry. "I've missed you, [Name,]" You dashed to your kitchen counter and pulled out the biggest knife you had, eventually standing in front of Elijah.

"Im not here to hurt you, or Elijah," You shook your head, and he slowly lifted his hands next to his head. "You're lying. You're a sick fuck!" Ethan whimpered and mumbled something. "I didn't want Quinn to stab you. I told her multiple times to be careful, and she didn't. She's the sick fuck! I pushed her away, and " You laughed in disbelief.

"You only pushed her away when you found out i was pregnant. What if i wasn't? Gonna let her kill me?!" Ethan shakes his head and sighs.

He stepped forward, you stepped backwards.

"I fell inlove with you since the day i saw you, and me and Quinn were planning to kill Tara and her friend, excluding you, but Quinn thought otherwise." He started and you quirked an eyebrow at him

"Quinn didn't like you. I did though, so thats why i always defended you whenever she said some bullshit about you. I planned to marry you, have a baby with you. Just like this, but then again...not like this...I spent most of my time with you, rather than planning with my dad and Quinn. Guess that got her pissed." He shurgged.

"I was always gentle with you, honest. The only time i wasn't honest was lying about liking that dumb 21 movie...and liking your friends, Tara, Sam, Mindy, and everyone else..." He chuckled

"I loved you, [Name]. I still do, and i want to continue my life with you! You're all i have, all i need and want, all i could ever imagine, both you and Elijah. I have no one else than you and Elijah, regardless i want no one else, please..." You hadn't even noticed he had gotten so close, until he grabbed the knife, threw it backwards and embraced you.

"Let go! You...!" You squirmed in his arms, but his tight hold hadn't faltered. "Im sorry...Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry! I never meant to hurt you! I loved you! I'll never hurt you on purpose! I never meant to! Please believe me...!"

Eventually, you gave up squirming, crying into his chest. Everything he said. Thats what you're noticing now about him, he was right. He treated you right, never hurt you except for the scream encounters, but he had never intentionally hurt you. He would say sorry, and always end up at your door with this stupid smile on his face with gifts in his arms.

Talked about starting a family with you, cooked with you, cuddled with you, rode roller coasters, watched movies, all of it.

"I....I forgive you..." His eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly. "You do?!" You nodded. He rested in the embrace for a moment. "Can...can i hold Elijah?" You took a deep, shaky breath, but nodded.

He got up and stared at Elijah, before unstrapping him and taking him into his arms. "He looks like you..." You smiled at Ethan

You stood up, and dusted your knees. Elijah leaned towards you a bit, wanting you to hold him now. You chuckled at Ethans pout, but he gave Elijah to you anyways. You bounced Elijah on the side of your hip, before staring at Ethan.

Ethan stared into your eyes. Oh, how he missed those captivating eyes. You both stared at each other for a while, that momment both making you close your eyes when Ethan placed his hand on your cheek and learns in forward, closing the gap between you both.

It was a sweet, chaste kiss. One that you missed. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you [Name..]"

"I...I love you too, Ethan..."

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[naturesapphic]

Can I request a lady dimitrescu x reader where the reader gets into a 1v1 or a 2v1 fight with the maid/s while the family is at a meeting? The maid/s don’t like the reader for whatever reason and as soon as the family leaves, that’s when it happens(hope this makes sense 😭)

War

Lady dimitrescu x fem!reader (romantic), maids x fem!reader (platonic/hate relationship)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, arguing, fighting, threatening, bullying

You were nervous. No. Petrified. Your girlfriend and her kids were going out for a special meeting and you had to stay home alone. With them. Diana and Chloe. The two maids who for some reason hated you. You were walking your girlfriend to the door when she leant down and gave you a passionate kiss on your plump lips. You kiss her back and pull away with a big grin on your face, forgetting about the crazy women who were silently watching the interaction between you two.

You watch as the daughters and lady dimitrescu leave before you were being pinned down on the floor by the two women. They covered your mouth with their hands and you immediately bit them which caused them to pull away. You kicked Diana in her crotch while you jumped up and ran upstairs. They ran after you and Chloe caught up with you and pulled at your shirt which made you fall. Chloe got on top of you and started to punch you in the face over and over.

Diana actually had to pull Chloe off of her before she could anymore damage. Your nose was bleeding and you had bruises on your face. You got up and punched both of them in the face and went running to your room and slammed it shut and locked it. You heard screaming and banging on the other side and you hid yourself in the closet until your girlfriend came back. A few hours later alcina and her daughters came home. Alcina thought you would be waiting for her by the door but she couldn’t see you anywhere. She smelled your blood and immediately went up the stairs to follow it.

Alcina unlocked the door with her keys and called out your name “y/n?! Darling where are you!” She said as she searched frantically for you. “In here…” a broken whisper came from the closet. She went to it and opened it to see you in a ball with tears streaming down your face. Her heart broke at the sight of you and then it turned into anger when she saw the blood. “Who did this to you.” She demanded and you whimpered. “N-no one…I f-fell…” you quietly said and alcina sighed frustratedly but then kept her cool. “Dear I know someone did this and they must pay. Please tell me who did this to you.” She demanded bit more softly this time.

You sighed “it was Chloe and Diana. They’ve been doing it since you let them work for you a couple of months ago. They both have huge crushes on you and always wants to threaten and bully me. So when y’all left they jumped me and started punching and kicking me. I got a hit in but as you can see they mainly got me.” You explained and you watch as her face changed. You’ve never seen your girlfriend more pissed off in your life. She moved away from the closet and yelled for her three daughters to come here.

They swarm in and saw the state you were in and gasped. “Chloe and Diana did this to her and I want them in the dungeon now. We can deal with them later.” She whispered at the last part so you wouldn’t hear. They nodded and looked at you with sympathy one more time before they flew off to get the two women who have hurt you and chain them in the dungeon. Alcina leaned down and picked you up in her arms. She carried you to the bathroom where she fixed up your face and cleaned it. After that she placed you on the bed and kissed your forehead.

“I have some important things to do right quick but why don’t you go ahead and rest okay darling? I’ll some check on you soon.” She said and you nodded your head. Going inside the covers and closing your eyes as alcina left the room, revenge filling her veins as she goes down the dungeon to meet her daughters. Let’s just say you never saw them again.

A/n: hello anon thank you for the request and I hope you liked it! I hope the rest of y’all do too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[cottoncandy-cult]

He Has A Nightmare (ZFBFS)

(Y/n) huffed herself awake after feeling yet another kick from Zack, recently they decided to start sharing a bed a few nights a week. Mostly because it was getting colder at night and the (H/c) haired female wanted an excuse to cuddle more, not that Zack minded despite his occasional grumblings of her constantly stealing the covers. But tonight, he had been restless, this was abnormal as he usually slept like a rock. After becoming so used to their shared home he had begun to feel safe, and so his sleep had become more regular. He may have been a bit grumpy, but he had calmed down a bit. So, to have him tossing and turning was new to her, but it quickly went from odd to concerning when she heard the soft whimper that escaped the larger male.

She reached out to him, gentle hand resting on his arm as she gently shook him. "Zack... Hey wake up." She didn't want to raise her voice too loud and startle him awake, but unfortunately that had been unavoidable. Her touch was enough to have him springing up, he had pinned her down with hands around her throat. (E/c) eyes widened as (Y/n)'s hands came up to grip his wrists, her pleas for him to wake were soft. His eyes were glossy and his body shaking, the male barely coherent. But before she knew it the grip was gone from her neck, instead moving down as he laid over her and held her to his chest. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, but she could hear his soft pleas for forgiveness. The way his voice broke made her heart ache; she knew he would never intentionally hurt her. So, she held him instead, running her fingers through his messy bed head as she tried not to let his next silent sobs shake her soul to pieces. "It's alright... It wasn't on purpose; you were scared and not even fully awake." She tried reasoning with him but didn't get a response, he held her close and pulled away from her enough to lock eyes with her. She could see the regret and fear swirling in his dual-colored orbs, she watched as he gazed down at her neck with a pained look.

"I can't believe I almost killed you... I almost made it a reality..." His words were soft as if spoken to himself, in his stressed state she wasn't even sure he was aware of what he was saying. Shifting up on the pillows she flipped them to their sides, Zack simply gazing at her with a childlike sadness. She leaned in and pulled him close, his face resting in the lower part of her chest just above her abdomen. The intimate hold had his arms wrapping around her hips as they curled into each other, her hands wrapped around his shoulders as one hand rested on his head. "I don't know what your dream was, I'm not going to demand you tell me so I can talk your fear away. But what I will do is remind you that it was just a dream, I should have been more careful when waking you. We're both killers after all. But what happened a minute ago is already over, and I'm still alive." The soft hum from him made her smile, she tugged his hair a bit, so his head was tilted back to look at her. She wanted to laugh at only just being able to see his eyes over her chest, soft hands gently brushed his bangs back from his face. "I love you Zack, I promise I'll never leave you." She gave him a smile that she hoped would communicate her love and loyalty in a way she couldn't find the words to explain. She could feel his face heating up against her clothed skin, leaning up he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. It only lasted a few moments before he pulled back and went back to his place of being cradled to her upper abdomen, closing his eyes as he relaxed into her gentle strokes of his hair. "I love you too princess..." They stayed like that for a while, holding each other into the night as sleep soon found them again. But this time Zack found rest in the safety of being in her arms.

[pommpuriinn]

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‪⋅˚₊‧ synopsis‧₊˚ ⋅ the last event of 2023 for txt and of course they had to end it with a bang

Red carpet outfit | makeup | nails | hair

᧔o᧓ the flashing lights were blinding and the photographers yelling out the members names was nothing new to the group. They kept their smiles on and continued posing until the MC came to ask questions.

᧔o᧓ “Joohyung-ssi how does it feel to finally perform one of your songs with a few of your members?” The MC asked. “I’m so excited! I always wanted to do this. I hope moa are just as excited and please cheer loudly for us.” Joohyung got embarrassed towards the end making everyone chuckle.

᧔o᧓ the MC made them each turn and say something nice to another. Beomgyu looked at Joohyung and even before saying anything the photographers went crazy with snapping pictures of the couple. With the sudden action made both of laugh. Beomgyu cleared his throat before speaking, “Joohyung is the definition of a perfect idol that our group is very proud of.” It was short and sweet which made Joohyung beam at him.

᧔o᧓ Joohyung turned to Yeonjun “um…” Joohyung was getting embarrassed again. “Y-you practice so hard and I admire you a lot for how hard working you are…um yeah.”

“Noona what was that?” Yeonjun laughed while hugging a flustered Joohyung. “I’m sorry, I was put on the spot.” Joohyung covered her face with her hands. “It’s ok noona.” Yeonjun rubbed her back comforting her.

᧔o᧓ Joohyung did go viral from her abs being more defined along with her elegant looks throughout the night. With her pearly white hair color Joohyung was called ice queen all over social media.

Gotta Go outfit | makeup | hair

᧔o᧓ the second those stage lights turned on the whole venue filled with screams. The trio just had a chic aura to them with this performance. Joohyung combined the original feminine dance moves with a masculine touch to them to suit Yeonjun and Beomgyu better in the company opinion. Joohyung would still dance to the original choreo towards the end of the main chorus.

᧔o᧓ Yeonjun and Joohyung got to share the high note with each other which moas erupted with cheer. Soon after the high note Joohyung got on the floor to so you iconic leg move. This performance was definitely the talk of the night and probably the most anticipated one.

The main performance outfit | makeup | hair

᧔o᧓ during ‘CTF’ the camera zoomed in on Joohyung during her part and she gave a flirty wink causing moas to scream. During the performance Joohyung felt her hair get caught on the gems on her jean jacket, so when it was time to take them off for ‘Tinnitus’ the jacket took some of Joohyung’s hair out of her braid. She held in her whimper from the pain and continued on performing.

᧔o᧓ many people praised Joohyung for doing hard choreo in heels, singing live while dancing, and for her amazing facial expressions.

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Practice outfit

᧔o᧓ “I miss the memo today.” Joohyung laughed, as she looked at her pink set and the all the members dark fits. The video then cut to the members looking at Joohyung’s abs, “I’m jealous of noona.” Kai pointed at Joohyung’s stomach. “You should come with us to the gym then.” Joohyung teased Kai. “I’m lazy~”

᧔o᧓ Soobin made Joohyung practice with him for his stage with Arin from Oh My Girl. He kept on smiling and laughing at Joohyung straight face while doing such a lively dance. “Noona you have to act cute!” Soobin whined, as he kept on dancing. “Fine.” Joohyung switch to being cute making Soobin burst out laughing.

᧔o᧓ the video shows the new trio practicing for ‘Gotta Go’. “Joohyung how about we do this-” Yeonjun shows what he thinks looks better in the dance. “Let’s try it.” The three continue practicing. Joohyung even practices her singing while dancing causing moas to go crazy on twitter with all the clips of her raw vocals.

᧔o᧓ Joohyung came to support Yeonjun as he was going to film his VCR intro. “It’s looks so good.” Joohyung watched Yeonjun through the tv. Once Yeonjun came back out of breath Joohyung immediately gave him a water bottle and hugged him, “you did so good junie-ah~”

᧔o᧓ it was now Soobin’s turn to perform his duo stage and just before leaving Joohyung stopped him to fixed his hair and outfit one last time. “There, you’re perfect.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you noona.” He just wanted to squeeze her with how endearing she was being.

᧔o᧓ “woah, woah, noona you look so chic!” Taehyun big boba eyes stare at Joohyung’s whole look. “Thanks, I really love it.” Joohyung looked into the mirror while fixing little things about her stage outfit. “Want me to take photos for you?” Yeonjun asked, already getting his phone ready. Joohyung gasped, “will you?” Yeonjun hummed ‘yes’ and already started pointing the camera towards Joohyung. They spent a good 10 minutes takes pictures, some solos pics then duo, and finally many trio ones. Just before leaving to the stage Joohyung started warming up her vocals and singing her parts. “I have to make sure my voice is in good condition before going.” Joohyung did feel a bit of pressure to perform the best she can, especially with this anticipated stage.

᧔o᧓ Joohyung came back to the waiting room squealing with happiness. “We were so good! I couldn’t even hear because of the cheers.” Everyone clapped and explained how good it looked. “I heard it through my ear-ins.” Beomgyu told the camera.

᧔o᧓ the group got a little break before their main group performance since they only had to perform short versions of their individual stages because they pre recorded the day prior. Joohyung mainly just fell asleep on the couch while Taehyun and Yeonjun did mini workouts.

᧔o᧓ the camera showed Soobin watching the ‘Gotta Go’ performance. “Woah they did a good job. Noona look so pretty with her makeup.” He chuckled while fixing his ear-ins and headset mic.

᧔o᧓ finally the members were done with all their performances and the cameraman showed them walking back into their waiting room. “Look there’s a chuck of my hair stuck.” Joohyung showed the camera her white hair strands clinging into the jewels of the jacket. “Did it hurt?” Yeonjun gasped at the sight. “It did! I had to hold in the pain.” Joohyung threw the jacket onto a makeup chair. “I had to suck in the tear that was coming out because of how hard I pulled it.” Joohyung cried, as she threw herself in the couch. 

᧔o᧓ “I think moas will enjoy all of our performances from today and we really enjoy performing all of our songs.” Joohyung did a mini clap, as she spoke. “Everyone did an amazing job today. Well done!” The members clapped before saying ‘fighting!’ 

[eviebakes]

'til morning comes

Summary: In the twilight years of gunslingers and outlaws, Mattie is used to being on her own—and then she meets Flora.

Word Count: ~4.5K

Warnings: Violence, Explicit Language

A/N: This story was inspired by @drizzledrawings amazing cowbians art, which you should definitely go check out!! Mattie and Flora are their characters, but hopefully I did these two cowboys justice 🤠 The title is from Tessellate by alt-j. Thank you so much for reading!

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Mattie stood beneath the shade of an oak tree, an unlit cigarette between her lips.

She patted her pockets, biting back a sigh when the search failed to yield any matches.

Damn. Mattie tilted her head skyward, lifting her hat and pushing her bangs back into her hair.

Dark clouds loomed on the horizon, hinting at the promise of rain. Somewhere overhead, a hawk screeched.

June grazed nearby, just visible through the trees. Mattie debated calling her over so she could look through the saddle bags before quickly dismissing the idea.

She’d resupply when she got the chance. Maybe stop at that muddy little town she’d ridden past this morning and grab a hot meal while she was at it.

Later though.

Now, it was time to rob some bastard blind.

Mattie hummed beneath her breath as she strode through the trees, her hand brushing against the worn leather of her holster. The ground, still wet from last night’s rain, sunk beneath her boots with every step.

She found a good vantage spot on the edge of the road and tucked herself against a tree, half-obscured by the surrounding foliage.

A covered wagon rolled past, a man and woman arguing loudly over supplies. Then, a group of men on horseback, all of them grim faced and armed to the teeth.

Mattie waited patiently, biding her time.

Experience had taught her that it was better to wait for the right target. Even if there were less lawmen in this part of the country, picking the wrong person could lead to trouble.

Mattie straightened from her lean when a woman appeared down the road sitting astride a piebald horse, a white hat pulled low over her face.

Mattie eyed her consideringly—but to her surprise, the woman raised her head and looked straight at her.

Their eyes met. The woman gave her a once-over and smiled, touching the brim of her hat as she rode past. After a moment’s hesitation, Mattie returned the gesture and resumed her vigil.

Half an hour passed before another single rider appeared. A man this time, unarmed and covered in road dust.

Perfect.

“Help me,” Mattie gasped, limping out of the brush and stumbling to the ground in front of him. “Oh, God—please help me!”

“Whoa!” The man pulled his horse to a stop and dismounted, eyeing her warily. “What’s wrong, miss?”

“I-it’s my ankle,” she whimpered, clutching at her foot. “Somethin’ is wrong with my ankle!”

He hesitantly took a step closer, the watch chain on his vest glinting in the sun. “What happened?”

“My horse bucked me and r-ran off into the woods,” Mattie panted. “Please, mister. Can you help me find him?”

He shifted on his feet, seemingly torn between pity and suspicion. But Mattie was a good liar and, after several days of traveling, she didn’t have to feign dishevelment.

“Please,” she said, her voice cracking, and his expression finally softened. Got you.

“Here, let’s get you up,” he said, crouching beside her. “We’ll find your horse, miss.”

He helped her to stand and, as soon as she put weight on her foot, Mattie pretended to stumble into him.

Her fingers skimmed against the watch chain right as he moved to catch her, causing her hand to knock into his stomach. Shit.

Before she could play it off, he grabbed her wrist. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Let go of me!” Mattie snapped, dropping all pretense.

Her free hand went to her holster when he only tightened his grip. “I should’ve known better! You’re nothing more than a goddamn—"

They both froze when a horse appeared down the road at a full gallop, heading straight for them.

The man released her with a curse, and Mattie dove away as the rider desperately pulled back on the reigns to avoid them.

The horse reared, the rider tumbling off the saddle and hitting the ground with a cry.

The man rushed over to help, and Mattie took advantage of the distraction to crawl into the undergrowth. Breathless, she peered through the leaves to watch the scene unfold.

“Miss! Miss, are you okay?”

“I-I think so. J-just a little shaken.”

“Here, let me help you sit up. Careful now—take it slow.”

Mattie narrowed her eyes. It was the same brunette who’d ridden past earlier. Why’d she come back this way…?

“Thank you, sir,” she said as the man helped her up, hastily offering an arm when she swayed unsteadily on her feet. “I truly appreciate your kindness.”

“If anything, I should be thanking you. You interrupted some ugly business—a would-be thief trying to rob me.”

“How awful!”

She clutched the man’s arm more tightly, and the sleight of hand was so subtle, so natural, that Mattie almost thought she’d imagined it.

But no—the woman smoothly tucked the watch up her shirtsleeve a moment later, her eyes never once leaving the man’s face. “I’m lucky I ran into you instead—I could’ve been in even more trouble!”

Unlike Mattie’s fumbled attempt at pickpocketing, the man didn’t so much as blink. “Don’t worry, now. She seems to have scampered off in the chaos.”

“Thank goodness for that! The roads can so unsafe sometimes.”

Mattie ground her teeth, fuming at the turn of events. This had to be a damn joke.

But as the man helped her onto the horse, the brunette turned to look right at the spot where Mattie had concealed herself—a flash of dark, mischievous eyes.

And then she winked.

What. The. FUCK.

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A few hours later found Mattie at the saloon, nursing a lukewarm beer while she sulked.

What a waste of a day. Hours spent staking out a decent spot along the road, and nothing to show for it but a bruised ego. She’d been outmaneuvered and out—out thieved, and it pissed her off to no end.

She took an angry gulp of beer, slamming down the bottle in a futile effort to relieve some of the frustration prickling beneath her skin.

No one paid her any mind. It was late afternoon, and the saloon was blessedly empty save for a few men playing poker.

Tomorrow, she’d start fresh. Ride to that town north of here and rob any easy targets she found along the way.

Tonight though, Mattie just wanted to forget the whole shitty day.

She drank her way through several more beers while the saloon slowly filled with people, the wall lights flickering to life as the sunlight faded. Carts and stagecoaches rumbled past outside, joining the piano music and the hum of conversation.

One of the poker players sidled up to the bar, squeezing into the open spot beside her. He was around her age, his hair slicked back with too much pomade.  

He ordered a whiskey, subtly glancing at her while the bartender filled a glass for him. Mattie ignored him, keeping her gaze forward.

She bit back a sigh when he fully twisted to face her. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore—"

“Not interested,” Mattie broke in flatly, not even bothering to look at him.

“I’m just trying to have a conv—”

“Get. Lost.”

His ears reddened, but there were too many people around for him to do more than shoot her a dirty look. “You aren’t that pretty anyways.”

“Good one. Very original,” Mattie said beneath her breath as he staggered away.

“Right? A real charmer,” someone said at her elbow.

Mattie tensed. It was the brunette—smiling at her like they were the best of friends. “You.”

“Me,” she agreed easily, resting her arms on the bar and nodding at the empty bottles. “Tough day, huh?”

“No thanks to you,” Mattie hissed accusingly, jabbing a finger at her. “You robbed me.”

“I thought about robbing you, but you didn’t look like you had much.”

She gaped. “You serious?”

“No, I’m Flora.”

“You—that’s not—!” Mattie pressed her lips together, glowering. “So…so you just came here to gloat then?”

“I came here for a drink, sunshine.”

Sunshine…? Mattie mouthed stupidly, her glare faltering. It was like she’d encountered a whirlwind—one that was two steps ahead of her.

“This was the closest town in riding distance,” Flora said, gesturing at the sunflower on Mattie’s hat in answer to her unspoken question. “And I was gonna rob the first good target I ran into out there. Don’t read too much into it.”

Her voice was friendly, but lacked the flirtatiousness from the road. It’d just been part of the act, like pretending to fall off her horse or Mattie’s damsel in distress ploy.

“Well aren’t you good at what you do,” Mattie said, like she had a mouthful of marbles.

“Awful sweet of you for noticing,” Flora said, grinning when she rolled her eyes. “Tell you what. Your next round is on me.”

“No thanks,” Mattie said, scowling. “I don’t need your pity.”

“Hey, if I feel bad for anyone, it’s that poor bastard from earlier.” Flora leaned closer, one of her braids sliding over her shoulder and grazing Mattie’s arm. “He was the one getting robbed today, one way or another.”

A laugh bubbled from the back of her throat. Mattie barely managed to turn it into a cough because—yeah, she had a point. “Just one drink.”

“That’s the spirit,” Flora said cheerfully, catching the bartender’s attention and tossing a few coins on the bar.

“But this doesn’t make us friends,” Mattie added, catching the drink Flora slid her way.

“Whatever you say,” Flora agreed amicably, clinking their bottles together. “Cheers.”

She waited until Mattie took a sip, smiling with the lip of the bottle still pressed to her mouth. “That wasn’t so bad, was—"

“Hey,” someone interrupted loudly. They simultaneously looked over their shoulders. “Hey, you. Irish.”

“Oh good,” Flora said lightly, turning and propping a hip against the bar. “Mr. Charmer is back for another round."

“Course he is.” Mattie clenched her jaw, twisting to face the man. “What do you want now?”

It took him a full second to focus on her. “I want to know what your problem is.”

“My problem is that I’m tryin’ to have a peaceful evenin’, and you keep botherin’ me.”

“I’m just trying to be friendly.” He leaned closer, his breath making her nose crinkle. “What, you’re too good for a conversation?”

“Is that what you call this?” Mattie looked at him coolly, her lip curling. “If you want to talk so badly, go pay someone for it.”

He flushed a dark red when Flora snickered, something ugly flashing across his face. “You really think you’re better than me, huh.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t go that far, but at least I don’t spend my time harassin’ folk and—what was that other part again?”

She pretended to mull it over before snapping her fingers. “Oh right. I don’t smell like fucking pig shit.”

Mattie raised her bottle in a sarcastic salute and turned back toward the bar, already anticipating his next move.

Sure enough, he grabbed her arm and tugged her toward him. “We aren’t done talk—"

The words cut off in a howl of pain when Mattie deftly flipped her bottle and smashed it against his face. He stumbled backwards and tripped over a chair, taking another man down with him as he fell.

The uproar was immediate. A few people ran for the exit, but the drunkest men joined the fray—hooting and hollering as they laid into one another.

Mattie didn’t wait to see the outcome. She sidestepped two brawling men and beelined it toward the exit, dodging neatly out of the way when someone ran past with a chair and threw it through the window with a whoop.

She’d almost reached the saloon doors when a hand clamped down on her arm and yanked her backwards.

Mattie twisted, catching a flash of Pig Shit’s bloodied face right before he plowed her in the cheek.

She spun with the force of the blow, tasting blood as pain erupted across her entire face. Mattie barely avoided his next few swings, landing a single punch before he decked her again.

Her vision went white. She flew into a table and crashed to the floor, shot glasses and bottles raining down around her.

Mattie struggled to her knees, shards of glass digging into her skin. Pig Shit’s boots appeared in her line of vision, the leather worn and muddied.

“Not so superior now, huh,” he sneered, kicking aside her hat as she spat out blood. “Bet you’re regretting that smart mouth of your—"

He staggered when something connected with his head, his expression frozen in surprise for the briefest second before he crumpled in a heap.

“With a mouth that big, he’s sure one to talk,” Flora said disdainfully, tossing aside the broken table leg while Mattie gaped at her. “Come on, sunshine—on your feet.”

“I’m surprised you’re still here,” Mattie panted as Flora hauled her up and pushed her hat into her hands. “Figured you’d be long gone.”

“Well, you’re glad I’m not, right?” Flora retorted, her gaze locking onto something across the bar. Mattie wiped at her bloody lip and looked over her shoulder.

Two of the poker players—likely Pig Shit’s buddies—were shoving their way through the crowd in their direction.

“Can you run?” Flora asked urgently, grasping her wrist.

“I think so.”

“Then run,” she ordered, already tugging Mattie towards the exit.

They shouldered through the saloon doors and raced across the street, Flora leading them into a dark alleyway between a row of buildings and a fence where several people were loitering.

Without warning, Flora pulled off her hat and crowded her against the wall, pinning their hats between them.

“What’re you doin’,” Mattie hissed as Flora casually wrapped her arms around her waist. “This is the opposite of runnin’.”

“It’s called hiding in plain sight,” Flora whispered, settling into the embrace. She was a few inches shorter than Mattie, her temple fitting perfectly in the curve of her jaw. “Play along.”

Mattie bit back a retort when footsteps echoed down the alley, bowing her head as the men ran past—but young lovers hiding in the shadows was nothing unusual, and they didn’t so much as spare them a glance.

Flora stepped away as soon as the footsteps receded, placing her hat on her head. “Where’s your horse? You might be able to sneak away without them noticing.”

Mattie rested against the wall, biting back a wince while she probed at her cheek. Her left eye was already swollen shut. “The only place I’m goin’ tonight is a hotel.”

“Right,” Flora said, drawing out the word into multiple syllables and somehow injecting skepticism in all of them. “And you’re doing that why…?”

“’Cause they’ll be expectin’ me to jump town tonight,” Mattie explained. “Better to hunker down now and head out early.”

“That’s…actually pretty smart.”

She sounded insultingly impressed. Mattie huffed. “Give me some credit here.”

“The hotel is just around the corner,” Flora said, ignoring her. “We should head there now before our new friends decide to come calling again.”

Mattie looked at her sharply. “We?”

“You’re not the only one in danger,” Flora said, her tone losing some of the levity that’d been there all night. “They’ll be looking for me too.”

Mattie shook her head, too tired to argue. “Fine, but you’re not—"

“—your friend,” she broke in, raising an eyebrow. “I know.”

“No, that’s not—” Mattie put on her hat and pulled some coins from her pocket, pushing them into Flora’s hand. “I was gonna say that you don’t need to pay for the rooms since it’s my fault you’re in this mess.”

Flora gazed down at her palm for a moment, looking taken aback for the first time that day. Her eyes were bright when she glanced up, a smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks, partner.”

Mattie grunted and made her way toward the street. Flora fell into step beside her, undeterred. “Buddy?”

“No.”

“Pal?”

“Ugh.”

She thought for a moment before snapping her fingers. “Compadre.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Mattie warned without heat, tilting her hat down to hide her smile when Flora just laughed.

“Maybe you should stay here,” Flora suggested when they reached the hotel. Light spilled through the windows, casting flickering shadows across her face. “You might, uh—”

Mattie snorted, sinking into a squat beside the water barrel sitting on the edge of the hotel porch. “Draw some attention?”

“Just a little,” Flora agreed. She hesitated, then untied the red bandana from her neck and held it out. “Here, sunshine. Your lip is bleeding again.”

“Mattie,” she corrected, gratefully accepting the piece of cloth. She realized Flora was staring at her after a second. “My name’s Mattie.”

“Mattie,” Flora said slowly, like she was testing the weight on her tongue. “It suits you.”

She looked up, caught off guard by the sincerity in her voice. Flora was already walking away, her boots clunking softly across the wood.

Mattie exhaled and pressed the bandana to her mouth. It smelled like clean linen and something slightly floral.

She closed her eye and leaned her head against the barrel, breathing in the scent of water-soaked wood. Her face throbbed, the pressure almost unbearable around her eye socket.

Someone was humming nearby, the tune fading in and out. A horse walked past on the street, its hooves thudding against the packed dirt road.

Mattie didn’t realize she’d dozed off until someone touched her shoulder. She jerked away, her hand shooting to her knife, but it was just Flora.

She pushed unsteadily to her feet. “We good?”

“Kinda. They only had one room left,” Flora said, trading a key and the remaining coins for her bandana. “You alright with sharing for the night?”

Mattie shrugged one shoulder. “If you wanted me dead, you’ve had a few chances.”

“And we’ve already established you have nothing worth robbing,” Flora joked, moving toward the hotel entrance.

“That too,” she said dryly, tipping her hat over her face as they passed the front desk and climbed a creaky set of stairs.

The room was surprisingly spacious, with a lit hearth and two neatly made beds.

Flora opened the window while Mattie tossed her hat onto the closest bed and went over to the washstand.

She pulled a towel from the rack and poured water into the basin, wincing when she caught sight of her reflection. Shit.

Flora was watching her when she turned around, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “That’s looking pretty bad.”

“Feels worse,” Mattie muttered, sitting on her bed and balancing the basin on her lap.

She wet the cloth, pausing when Flora stepped in front of her and touched her wrist.

“Let me help you with that,” she offered softly, waiting until Mattie gave a terse nod before sliding the cloth from her hand.

Flora retrieved the chair from the corner of the room and sat down, shifting forward until her knee bumped into her thigh. Mattie tensed when she grasped her chin, her fingers cool against her overheated skin.

“So, ‘peaceful evening,’ huh,” Flora said, dabbing the cloth against her lip. “I hate to see when you really let loose.”

“I doubt you could handle it,” Mattie said more airily than she felt, her eye darting to Flora’s face when she laughed.

“Oh, I think what I can handle would surprise you,” she said lightly, her fingertips sliding across Mattie’s jaw as she turned her face—the pale imitation of a tender touch.

“Why’re you helpin’ me so much?” Mattie demanded, feeling suddenly defensive.

Flora glanced at her through her lashes, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Maybe I have a soft spot for underdogs.”

She bristled. “I’m not a charity case.”

“And I’m not your enemy,” Flora said quietly, her thumb resting on the soft underside of Mattie’s chin. “Besides, everyone needs a little help now and then—even tough cowboys like you.”

Flora dipped the cloth in the basin and ran the cloth over her swollen cheek, the motion achingly gentle—and Mattie abruptly realized the answer to her own question.

Kind. Flora was helping her because she was kind.

Mattie shot Flora a subtle glance, her eye moving from the furrow of concentration between her brows to the soft curve of her face.

Flora lifted her arm to inspect the cuts left behind from the broken glass, the motion causing Mattie’s knuckles to skim against her shirt.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, followed by the soft patter of raindrops against the window. A gust of wind fluttered the curtains, filling the room with the scent of rain.

“There,” Flora said after securing a makeshift bandage over the deepest cut, sitting back in the chair as she surveyed her handiwork. “Good as new.”

“Just about,” Mattie said, cradling her arm to her chest. She hunched in on herself when Flora smiled, the skin at the corner of her eyes crinkling. “What?”

“You aren’t so tough, are you? You just need someone to look after you.”

“Yeah yeah,” Mattie muttered, her cheeks warming. She picked at a thread on her pants as Flora stood and stretched her arms over her head. “Hey, uh…”

Flora looked at her, letting her arms drop to her sides.

“Thank you.” Her eye darted to Flora and away again. “For everythin’.”

Mattie stared fixedly at the peeling wallpaper, but she could still feel Flora’s smile. “You’re welcome.”

_________

Mattie woke early the next morning, her entire face aching.

She stared blearily at the ceiling, breathing through the pain for a few minutes before sitting up and pulling on her boots.

It was still dark out, the only light coming from the dying embers of the fire. Mattie put on her hat, glancing at where Flora was sprawled across the other bed. For a moment, she thought about leaving her.

The impulse faded as quickly as it had come. It would’ve been a shit way to repay her kindness.

“Flora,” she said quietly, touching her shoulder. Flora sat up, instantly—enviably—awake. “We should go before the sun is up.”

They left the hotel a few minutes later and retrieved their horses from the hitching post in front of the saloon, following the road northeast until the town had disappeared behind them.

The ground was still wet from the rain, mud splattering onto their boots while they rode and a cool breeze ruffling their hair.

When the town was several miles behind them, they paused beside a river to refill their canteens while the first glint of sunlight pressed through the trees.

“Your horse is beautiful,” Flora said, shaking her hair loose from its ties and redoing her braids. “She seems so sweet.”

“Looks can be deceivin’,” Mattie said with a snort, glancing at where June was drinking from the river. “Tamin’ her cost me a sprained ankle and two cracked ribs. June’s a feisty one.”

“Just like her rider,” Flora teased, grinning when Mattie scoffed. She swept her braids over her shoulder and nodded at her horse. “Meanwhile, Bandit would gladly sell my soul for a peppermint.”

Mattie released a startled laugh. “Everyone has their price.”

“Oh! Speaking of...” Flora rummaged in her saddle bag and tossed Mattie a small sack. “Your cut.”

“My cut?” Mattie frowned and opened the bag, nearly choking when she saw the contents. “Where the hell you get this?”

“From the saloon,” Flora said innocently, her eyes shining. “I took the liberty of robbing the place blind after the fight broke out.”

Mattie gaped at her. “But why are you givin’ me half your share?”

“Because you started the fight.”

“You are somethin’ else,” Mattie said, shaking her head and stowing the money in her saddle bags. “How’d you get so good at stealin’, anyways?”

“Lots of practice,” Flora said, looking pleased as punch. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket and lit it, inhaling deeply. “Your brand of chaos isn’t half bad either.”

Warmth flooded her cheeks. Matie retrieved a cigarette too, more for something to do with her hands than because she wanted a smoke.

She put the cigarette between her lips and patted her pockets for a match before abruptly remembering the previous day.  

“Goddammit,” she sighed, shaking her head when Flora looked at her questioningly. “I meant to pick up matches in town, but then—”

“You picked a fight instead?”

“Well—yes, but—” Mattie smiled winningly, the cigarette still between her lips. “These things happen.”

“For some more than others, I imagine,” she laughed, exhaling a cloud of smoke from the side of her mouth. “Come here.”

Flora leaned forward, tilting up her face so the ends of their cigarettes touched. Her eyes flickered up for a breath, the light catching on her face.

Mattie had spent time in Arizona before realizing how much she’d preferred the plains and forests to the unyielding heat of a semi-desert, but the land out there had been something special.

The ring of color around Flora’s pupil was the exact same shade as the rocks had been in the soft light of morning, a richness and depth of color that faded into the same warm tones found in coffee or the earth.

And then Flora straightened, leaving Mattie to take a deep, shaky drag of her cigarette.

She held the smoke in her lungs before releasing it through her nose. “So, where’re you headed next?”

“I was thinking of going to a town about twenty miles north of here,” Flora said, flicking cinders from the end of her cigarette.

“I know the place,” Mattie said, cutting her eye to the side. “It’s more of a proper city than this dump was.”

“Exactly.” Flora grinned, propping a hand on her hip. “Lots of places for folks to drop some money or lose some valuables.”

Mattie chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure.”

“What about you?” Flora asked once they’d finished their cigarettes and had mounted their horses. “More bar fights in your future?”

“Not for the time bein,’ no,” Mattie said, leaning down to stroke June’s neck. “I was plannin’ on headin’ north too. You know, if you don’t mind ridin’ together for a bit.”

“That depends.” Flora tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You always this much trouble?”

“Sometimes,” Mattie admitted, leaning forward in the saddle. “But I can usually make it worth your while.”

“Somehow I don’t doubt it,” Flora said, her smile as bright as the new day. “Lead on, sunshine.”

Mattie ducked her head to hide her own smile, facing the horizon.

Together, they rode towards it.