#oooh we’re on to something here

[impulsivedecisionsat3am]

school is going alright but i really hate that it makes me view my free time. i can’t go to bed early because 1. i will wake up 2. i’m gonna waste my free time sleeping. it’s like it’s something to be used until you run out, and you can’t waste it. i disagree with that on a fundamental level

[empyrangel]

ngl me and the groupchat are having a fantastic time laughing at you. the way you go off at every little insignificant thing. the way your responses make no fucking sense and are so incredibly juvenile it sounds like im listening to a bratty ten year old attempt to annoy me. im literally crying with laughter holy shit why are you so easy to set off. keep posting ur stupid little rants its the best entertainment ive had in ages

What’s wrong? Too scared to show your face on the silly little blog app? You’d never have the guts to say any of that without your mask. You can laugh yourself all the way to hell, sweetheart, but you’ll never be anything more than a coward. You can say whatever you want about me behind your comfy little veil of anonymity, but at least I’m able to say what I say with my whole chest. I’ll laugh at you back, little coward, your scared little remarks make my day. Keep giving me attention, I love it when people like you can’t stop obsessing over me. And give your groupies a kiss for me, mmkay?

[salthusiast]

Who You Truly Are - Part 2

Viltrumite Mark x Female Reader

Summary: When the Invincible variants arrived on Earth, you never expected to get involved. It’s not like you knew Invincible personally. What you didn’t know was that you’d ended up housing one of these variants, and you didn’t know for weeks. Basically Viltrumite Mark pretends to be the Mark you know.

Word Count: 5k

Other Parts: 1 , 3

Warnings: Alludes to comic spoilers once if you SQUINT, and I mean SQUINT. It's literally "if you know you know" I tried to keep this as open to both show enjoyers and comic enjoyers as possible.

OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT ON THE FIRST PART. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. I tried to take any advice given to me. Thank you!!!

“I am not working with you again. I don’t care that there is another version of me out there causing issues.” Mark gestures wildly before rubbing his temples.

“You have all the superheroes you could ever need on call. You could defeat half of them without me. You don’t need me right now. I have to be there for Eve. If this other version of me is really that big of an issue, then just send every other superhero you have.” Mark walks past Cecil, leaving him alone in Eve’s room. 

“Mark, please try to be reasonable.” Cecil follows him soon after. 

Mark scoffs, “If I see him, I will take action.” He stops in his tracks. “This does not mean I’m working for you. I will take action if people are getting hurt. Do not expect me to be at your beck and call.” He turns, glaring at Cecil.

Cecil sighs, “If that’s the most you’ll do…”

“It is.” Mark cuts in sharply. “In case you have forgotten, I refuse to work with you. Now, I have other things to attend to.”

“At least let us know if you see him out in public, please, Mark. If not for me, then for the betterment of humanity.” Cecil tries.

“Oh yes, I’ll just shoot you a text! ‘Hey, Cecil, I know we hate each other, but there’s another version of me destroying the world right now.’” Mark exclaims sarcastically, holding his hands up as if questioning whether Cecil is serious. Cecil looks at him unimpressed.

“I don’t hate you, kid.” Cecil responds.

“Yeah, okay, but why even ask? I’m sure you’ll know if there’s an attack or something before I do. I wouldn’t even be surprised if you spy on me even when I’m not out saving people.” Mark looks at Cecil suspiciously.

Cecil sighs; he looks like he’s given up. “Just keep an eye out, kid. Please.”

“I will let you know if another version of me decides to attack me. Otherwise, call somebody else.” Mark reiterates, beginning to walk past Cecil.

“Wait,” Mark stops in his tracks. “You know we’re always here to talk, right?” Cecil looks at Mark, who returns a conflicted look. 

“I don’t really want to talk to you,” He shakes his head, continuing his path, “but thanks.” Mark continues as he exits the Pentagon.

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“Dude, where'd you get this coffee?” You ask, examining the foreign packing of the coffee beans Mark returned with. You take a sip from his cup, and he gives you a weird look.

“Brazil.” He answers.

You roll your eyes. “Very funny. No, seriously, you have to tell me. I gotta know your sources.” 

He looks at you, “Can’t expose all my secrets.” He looks at you, amused.

“Okay fineeee, but you gotta promise to get me some more if we run out.” You relent, finishing his coffee.

“...That was my cup.” He sounds a little despondent.

“Sorry, we can make another batch.”  You smile guiltily. He sighs, but goes to make more. You check the bag of groceries he brought. “Woah, this all looks authentic.” You examine the dry pasta that he bought. 

“Did you travel to Italy too?” You joke, smiling at him.

“Yes.” He responds seriously. You laugh in response and stand up to wash the cup you stole from Mark.

“Oooh, next time you go, you should bring back pizza or something!” You grin at him, finding it funny how he seems so solemn with his responses.

“Hm, perhaps.” He says as he grabs two mugs. 

“Oh, you don’t have to get a mug for me.” You say as he looks up at you, unimpressed.

“Really? So you won’t drink from my cup if I only make one for myself?” Mark narrows his eyes suspiciously.

You shake your head, “No, I won’t, Scout’s honor.” You place a hand on your chest. 

Mark sighs before putting away the second mug. He pours himself a cup and takes a sip. He looks at you, then at his cup. “We should put away the groceries.” 

You nod, “Of course.” You go to help him put the groceries away. 

Mark stops in his tracks, “Are you serious?”

You look at him, then back at the cup you stole again. “Sorry, I wasn’t going to, but you commented on it, so I had to.” You take a slow sip, making it as loud as possible.

“You said ‘Scout’s honor.’ Do you have no honor?” He shakes his head in disappointment.

You snap your fingers, “That’s the thing! I was never a scout.” You put the cup down. “Don’t worry, I didn’t finish it this time.” You gesture vaguely to the cup. 

He walks up to you, frowning. He looks at the cup, “You contaminated it.” 

You laugh in surprise, “Oh, come on, you’ve drunk from my cups before. Think of this as payment for providing you with temporary housing.”

Mark furrows his eyebrows, “I have?” He hesitantly picks up the cup before drinking from it.

“Uh yeah? Wait, I think? Great, now you got me questioning it.” You sigh, heading over to the couch to turn on the TV. “Let’s see what’s on…”

The camera focuses on a massive floating figure. He seems to be towering over Invincible. They appear to be engaging in some sort of fight. The headline proves that your guess is correct.

“Hey, that looks like what the Chicago Destroyer Invincibile was wearing.” You comment offhandedly. Mark, on the other hand, coughs violently before walking over to watch with you.

“‘Chicago Destroyer Invincible?’” Mark quotes you incredulously.

“What? He destroyed Chicago, it’s either that or that one Invincible wearing white. That doesn’t really roll off the tongue— ooh, that was a nice punch.” 

Mark still seems hung up on the “Chicago Destroyer” part. “From planet conqueror to Chicago Destroyer.” He scoffs, muttering the words low enough that you don’t hear. 

“It looks like Invincible’s getting his ass handed to him though… Ouch, that looks like that’d hurt.” You comment, watching as the unknown attacker slams Invincible into the ground.

“Yeah…” Mark doesn’t sound very upset, “He’ll probably die here. That guy looks powerful.” You glare at Mark. 

“You’re supposed to root for the good guy, Mark. Invincible is on our side.” You shake your head disapprovingly, placing a hand on your chest, feeling offended for Invincible. 

He holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m just saying. I mean, look at him. Didn’t you also just say he’s getting his ‘ass handed to him?’” You both look at Invincible getting slammed on the ground and punched into the sky. You grimace as the fight goes out of frame… anddd probably out of that city. 

“Okay, fine, but have some faith. Invincible is the one defending us. I mean, what’s gonna happen if this guy wins? Take over the Earth?”

 

“Yeah, probably,” Mark responds unfazed. 

You chuckle at his deadpan response. “Damn, if we were conquered, what would happen to us? I can’t imagine we’re useful to people who can fly and have super strength like that. Maybe we'd be like slaves? I’d be such an awful slave.” Marks looks at you like you’re crazy.

”You wouldn’t be a slave.” Mark responds. 

“Aww, thanks, I don’t think you’d be a slave either.” You respond affectionately. 

“What? No, of course I wouldn’t— That’s not the point.” Mark shakes his head, looking back toward the TV. 

You laugh at his response, placing your hand onto him, “Didn’t realize you feel so strongly about your ability to not be enslaved.” He stares at your hand, but he doesn’t flinch. He moves slightly away from your touch.

“Very funny.” He replies unamused. “He could, though. Enslave humanity.”

“Invincible? Nah, doubt it.” You play dumb, also knowing fully well that if he wanted, he probably could. Mark gives you a disappointed stare. “Fine, fine. If he truly wanted to, he could. I felt like that was pretty obvious. Not sure why you’re so serious about this.” You mumble. 

“You could die out there,” Mark states, wow, okay. Somebody is feeling optimistic.

“Of course, I could die out there, Mark. Unless you’re secretly Invincible, then there’s nothing we can do if somebody like that invaded us.” You gesture to the TV, feeling yourself get frustrated by his negative outlook.

“Last I checked, Invincible is getting beaten up out there, so like it or not, we can’t change anything.” He gives you a conflicted look. “I’m going to go do some work. I’ll be at my desk.” You stand up, he looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t.

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“Conquest was defeated.” Mark later walks into your room. 

“Who?” You ask, still a little on edge. Normally, you wouldn’t care about Mark's comments here and there, but Mark had been making comments like this ever since he started staying with you. It was just so unlike him.

He pauses for a moment, and you turn your chair to him. “That guy who was beating up Invincible. He’s apparently called ‘Conquest,’” Mark elaborates. You nod in understanding.

You look over, and Mark is standing over at the door like a lost puppy. A tall and serious lost puppy. The image is so jarring you almost burst out laughing. You sigh, “I’m sorry.” 

He blinks, “You apologize a lot.” 

You remain silent, “Sorry..?” He looks vaguely amused.

You decide to change the subject, “I tried texting Eve. She is okay. William is fine, too.” Mark hums. 

“Did you tell them I was here?” Mark asks. He makes his tone seem casual, but there is something hidden underneath the surface.

“Uhh, not yet, I literally just heard back from her… I’ll text them right now—“ You jolt as he grabs your hand, halting your movement. “Mark, what—“

“Don’t tell her anything. For a matter of fact, don’t tell William either.” He replies with a sense of urgency in his tone.

You frown, “Did you guys all argue or something? Even if they’re mad at you, I still think they’d want to know you’re safe.” You remove your hand from his grip, barely registering the loss of warmth in your confusion.

“Look… just please don’t tell them. They have enough on their plates as it is. They don’t need to find out my house is destroyed.” Mark tries, looking at you with eyes reflecting some emotion.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“Of course…” You reply softly. “Mark, you have to talk to them eventually.”

He nods, “I will, but not today. Just… trust me on this.” He looks down at your hand. He looks up, “Don’t tell them.”

You look at his eyes, pleading. This is probably the most genuine emotion he’s shown (other than joy at destroying you in that game of Uno, but you don’t count that). 

You sigh, “Fine…” The conflict in his eyes is suddenly gone; it’s back to that blank look. You both sit in silence, before he eventually stands up. You frown, “Where are you going?” You ask, watching as he heads towards the front door to leave. 

“Out.” He turns to leave before pausing. “Do you… need anything while I’m gone?” He seems unsure whether he should ask the question. 

You smile, “Oh yeah, just that Italian pizza I was asking for earlier. With your skills in finding hidden gems, I can’t imagine it’s too difficult.” You joke, leaning against your room’s doorway. He gives you a deadpan look before nodding and closing the door behind him.

You frown, “He could’ve at least said yes or no.” You close the door to your room behind you. You go back to work for the next few hours.

Eventually, you take a peek out of your room. Huh, still not here. Whatever he decided to do must be taking up quite a bit of time.

You are scrolling on your computer when you see a headline. It reads “NEW CAMERA SHY SUPER VILLAIN FIGHTS WITH GUARDIANS, ALL GUARDIANS SEVERELY INJURED.” 

Normally, you wouldn’t spare a second glance, but it’s unusual that all the guardians get attacked. You open the article. The giant photo showing this new “super villain” is blurry. There are no defining features. All you can see is that they are wearing dark colors and are floating over the injured Guardians.

“New super villain is pictured decimating the Guardians. There seems to be no previous record of this figure. It appears as if he was after the Guardians specifically. Nobody knows names, but everybody is asking questions. Why did they do this?”

“Early witnesses describe seeing the fight originally between this mysterious individual and Atom Eve. It must have been a planned attack, as Atom Eve was recently out due to presumed injuries acquired during the Invincible War.”

“Whoever this is seems to have a vendetta against her. As of now, all the Guardians are safe and receiving medical attention. Perhaps the most odd thing about this is that this figure fled the fight. Why? We have no idea. However, we’re grateful nonetheless. Eyewitnesses seemed to see the figure flee soon after they started filming the fight up close. Perhaps the new villain is camera shy?” You snort reading that last line.

You look at the photos provided by various witnesses. All show the initial battle between the person fighting Atom Eve. All you can see is their back, you vaguely register that they look to be masculine, but it’s difficult to tell with the low quality and distance. Eventually, when they turn to face the camera’s direction, it just turns into a blur. 

After scrolling through the photos, you read the rest of the article. The second half seems to detail the damage done to the Guardians. It’s crazy how much is occurring right now. First, those Invincibles, then Conquest, and now the Guardians? 

“That’s wild…” You mutter, scrolling up and down through the article.

“What’s wild?” A voice says.

“OH MY GOSH! MARK?!” You press yourself to the back of your chair, jumping in surprise. “When’d you get back?! I didn’t even hear you open the front door?”

He doesn’t respond, instead, your eyes are drawn to the pizza box he holds up.

“Oh, you actually got pizza.” You smile, standing up and walking out to the kitchen. He trails behind you and places the box down.

“You doubted me?” He asks as you grab plates for you two.

“Nah.” You grab a slice. “Anyway, where’d you go?” You ask casually, sitting down.

“Out.” He responds, grabbing the plate and getting a slice.

“Ooh, how descriptive.” You chuckle, taking a bite of the pizza. 

“How were you while I was gone?” He asks, changing the subject. 

“Eh, bored. I was doing some work, but then I got caught up reading an article. Apparently, some guy went out and attacked the Guardians.” His head slowly turns toward you as you speak.

“Somebody attacked the guardians.” He said, looking at you, nodding in affirmation. “Did you see who it was?” He asks casually.

You shake your head, “No. People are saying he’s camera shy. Nobody could get a clean shot without him fleeing the scene.” You chuckle at the thought. Imagine being so powerful that you could take on the Guardians alone, but flee at the first sign of a phone.

“Camera shy.” He repeats, looking at you, and he looks slightly disturbed. 

“Yep, at least that’s what the article said. Wouldn’t show his face anywhere. Must be new. Probably doesn’t want people to be able to trace his identity. Hey, it’s kinda funny how he popped up after Invincibile went MIA.” 

“I doubt he’d want to fight Invincible. Probably creates too many issues.” He looks at the pizza slice, studying it.

“Where’d you get this pizza anyway? I think this is the best pizza I’ve ever had.” You continue, you turn your gaze to the blank pizza box. Not even a company name on there. You snap your attention back to him, “Don’t tell me you’re gonna keep it a secret too.”

He eats in silence, not making eye contact with you.

“Markkkk!” You groan. “Come on, it can't be that important to keep it a secret.” You frown, looking at him. He continues to eat in silence, ignoring your presence entirely. “We’re friends, right? Come on.”

He finally looks up, “Oh, friends? Hm, didn’t realize.” He says offhandedly. “Are you going to want more?” He asks, looking at the box.

“Changing the subject, I see.” You observe. “We can save it for later.” You finish up your slice.

“Don’t tell me you were actually getting pizza for two hours?” You ask as you start to clean the dishes.

His lips turn up to resemble a smile, “I wasn’t.”

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“Are you sure it was him?” Cecil asks, standing across Eve’s hospital bed. 

She narrows her eyes before standing up, “Yes, I’m sure. I think I’d recognize Mark when I see him.” She starts to walk to the door.

“Anything notable about him?” Cecil asks, following her to the doorway, she pauses.

“Aside from the fact that he single-handedly beat us in combat?” She asks, turning to face him.

“You barely had any time to recover after Conquest, and you were unprepared.” Cecil justifies, shaking his head.

“We didn’t get the chance to tell you that it wasn’t Mark out there. Don’t beat yourself up.” He places a hand on her shoulder.

Eve looks down, frowning, “He fought much differently than I had expected from Mark, even an alternate version.” 

Cecil nods as if expecting that, “He fought like a Viltrumite, right?” She nods. “That’s expected.” He walks past her, gesturing to her to follow. 

“Based on the information we gathered, the version that was left behind joined the Viltrum Empire. We highly suspect he was even raised on Viltrum.” Eve follows behind as he explains.

“While I hate to say it, he’s probably going to share more similarities with Nolan than he will with our Mark.” He pauses to look at Eve.

She looks down, conflicted, “But.. isn’t he a version of Mark? Can we maybe appeal to him in some way? I mean, they are the same person in a literal sense. Deep down, maybe he can be reasoned with.” 

“I doubt it,” Cecil responds, and Eve looks up at him.

“Have you even tried?” She asks, slightly frustrated.

Cecil shakes his head, “No, and if you know what’s good for everyone, you won’t. He’s a Viltrumite. Our Mark is a different case, and if we’ve learned anything from Viltrumites from Viltrum…” He pauses before turning towards her. 

“They see us as lower beings, pets. They cannot be appealed to. Our Mark is the special case. Don’t think that because they’re the same person, they have the same principles.” 

She goes silent, “So, what do you want me to do if I encounter him?” She asks softly.

Cecil looks at her, determined, “Don’t hold back.” 

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You wake up the next morning feeling a tingle in your throat. No…

You are not getting sick. You refuse to. Maybe if you drink water..?

You take a sip, hoping the tingle will go away. It doesn’t. You try clearing your throat to see if it will go away. Damn.

Mark walks into your room, “Are you dying?” He asks, unconcerned. 

“Maybe,” He suddenly looks up alarmed, “I think I’m getting sick.” You both look at each other.

He takes a step back, creating distance between you two. “Oh, come on. Seriously? You’ve been here for days, and you’ve been fine.” 

“I don’t want whatever foreign illness you may have acquired.” He grimaces. 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic.” You roll your eyes. 

“I’m not. I just don’t like viruses.” He states. 

“You never even get sick! I rarely see you get sick, if ever!” You exclaim.

“Yeah, cause I keep my distance.” He replies.

“It’s just a sore throat, Mark. It’s not like I have the plague.” You groan. “I’m going to make some tea.” 

He watches you walk past him to the kitchen, following behind you. “How did you even get sick?” He asks.

You shrug, “I don’t know. Stress perhaps? I haven’t been around anybody but you recently. Unless you were recovering from being sick when you came over.” You theorize out loud. Mark watches as you grab a tea bag and mug. 

“I doubt that. Why would you be stressed?” He asks, sitting down on one of the kitchen stools.

“Not sure. There was that attack all those Invincibles did and that whole Conquest thing.” You guess. 

“You weren’t even near those attacks, though.” Mark frowns.

“Yeah, but you were near one of them.” You attempt to clear your throat.

“So you’re stressing over me?” He asks, seemingly confused over the concept.

You misinterpret his confusion, “Mark, you don’t stress me out. Life,” You gesture outside, “does. The possibility of death is a little bit stressful.”

He looks at you, conflicted. You can’t imagine why. “So you’re sick cause you’re stressed about my, what, well-being?” He asks.

You sigh, “Don’t think too hard, Mark.” You can see the gears turning in his head. For some reason, he can’t seem to fathom you caring like that. “I was just guessing anyway.”

“So you don’t even know why you’re sick?” He reiterates, seeming incapable of not understanding how you don’t know the exact cause of your illness.

“That’s kinda what a ‘guess’ means, yeah.” You nod amused.

“Are the hospitals here that bad?” He asks. You can’t tell if he’s actually asking you or not. It seems like he’s talking to himself. 

“What?” You chuckle, confused, “I don’t think a cold requires a hospital trip.” He looks at you, seemingly conflicted.

“Okay…” He doesn’t seem to accept the answer, “Do you need anything?” He asks.

You smile, “Probably just some rest.” You clear your throat. “Ugh, I sound awful.” You shudder. 

Mark watches you for a moment before leaving the room suddenly. You frown, “Damn, bye I guess.” You mutter to yourself.

You drink your tea for about a minute before he returns. He has a blanket in his arms.

You watch as he walks behind you, placing it on your back like a cloak. His hand lingers on your shoulder.

You feel moved by his kindness, so you don’t mention that you feel like you're burning alive. You accept the blanket. “Thanks.” You smile.

He looks at you, eyes softening for a brief moment before looking away. You wonder if you imagined it, seeing as there’s been nothing but a serious expression on his face these days.

“We can share the bed if you’d like. You don’t have to sleep on the couch. I can’t imagine it’ll be helpful for your recovery.” He avoids eye contact.

You chuckle amused before coughing, “Weren’t you the one who didn’t even want to be near me?” You can feel your face heating up. Damn, maybe you have a fever. You do feel like you’re melting.

He eventually looks at you, all softness (imagined or not) gone from his expression. “The offer stands.” He responds.

“What is this, a business transaction?” You start laughing, but launch yourself into a coughing fit. “Maybe I’ll take you up on your offer.” You say, not thinking anything of it.

Mark nods stoically, not saying anything else on the subject.

“Mark,” you feel reluctant to bring the topic up, “are you doing… okay?” You think back to his distance from Eve and William.

He pauses, unsure where this is going. “Yes, why?” He responds, his tone betraying nothing.

“It’s just… I thought you and Eve had a” you gesture at him, “thing… going on.” You take a sip of your tea. 

Mark stared at you, “You thought we were courting?” He asks, seemingly appalled by the idea.

“Yeah, I mean you’re with her all the time. Then suddenly you’re here and refuse to speak with her.” You tap on your mug. “It’s not any of my business, I know, but I just want to make sure you’re doing okay.” You look up at him. He looks at you silently.

“I don’t care about Eve.” He eventually breaks the silence.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “Mark…” You sigh, “You don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to.” You take another sip. 

“Just…” you pause, looking up at him. His eyes are dead set on you, his expression cold. “Remember, she’s also your friend. William too. Don’t push them away over something trivial.”

Mark says your name, “Nothing is going on between us. Don’t misunderstand,” you see his expression shift as he says that last part, “I really have nothing going on with Eve.” 

You smile softly, not really believing him. You’ve seen them together. They lean into each other like nobody else exists. They share smiles with each other that nobody seems to understand. They seem to exist purely in each other’s existence. 

“Okay.” You sigh, not really believing him. “Just, at least try to contact them. They’d want to know you’re safe.” 

Mark nods, avoiding eye contact, “Alright.”

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After you finish your tea, you go to watch TV on the couch. Nothing interesting is on the screen. You cough again, and you can feel Mark watching you.

You let the TV drone on for a while before you feel yourself drifting off. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Mark’s attention snaps to the door. You sigh, getting up.

You go to the door, covered in the blanket Mark gave you. ”Eve?” You look at her, surprised. “What’re you doing here?” You sniffle.

“I came here to see how you’re doing.” She smiles, amused. She looks at the blanket on your back. “Sick?”

You nod miserably, “Yeah. Woke up this morning not feeling too good. Do you wanna come…” Something catches your attention to your left.

You can see Mark wildly gesturing an “X,” mouthing something along the lines of “DON’T LET HER IN!” You furrow your eyebrows, but he looks at you expectantly.

“... back later? I’m really not feeling too well.” You force another cough. It sounds real since you are actually sick.

She frowns sympathetically, “Of course. Get some rest. Let me know if you need anything. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay after everything that’s been going on. Haven’t really gotten a chance to check in.” 

You nod, as you watch Mark shake his head disapprovingly to the side. “Of course. I’m glad to hear you’re okay. I trust William is fine, too?” You ask. She nods, smiling, “Yeah, both he and Mark are fine.” You nod before pausing.

“Wait, Mark contacted you?” You frown, confused. You see Mark move toward you, still out of view of Eve.

“Yeah..?” Eve frowns even more confused. 

You look toward Mark, confused, and he gestures for you to close the door on Eve. “Oh, okay, well, thanks for checking in, Eve. I’m going to rest.” You gesture to your room. She nods.

“Of course, get better soon.” She smiles. You wave as she walks away before closing the door and turning to Mark.

“So…” You say slowly. Mark looks down, glaring at the floor as if it offended him. “You did contact her.” 

You sigh, “Mark, I’m not mad or anything. I’m just concerned.” You frown. “Why did you lie about contacting her?” Mark looks up, seeing you looking at him, hurt. 

“It’s nothing.” He brushes it off. You furrow your eyebrows. “Mark, if you’re here just to avoid Eve, then yes, it is something.”

”You think I’m here just to avoid her?” He asks incredulously. 

You look away from him, “Let’s just drop the subject. I’m going to bed.” You start to go to your room to lie down. Mark watches you leave, and he looks hurt. You can’t imagine why.

As you enter your room, you close the door behind you. You are about to go to bed when you see Mark’s bag open. His stuff is scattered right next to it. You sigh, picking up some of his items and throwing them into the bag. You don’t want to step on it or trip over anything.

When you throw some of his stuff into the bag, you notice some bright piece of clothing stashed neatly in there. You were going to ignore it until you saw a bright red stain on it. 

Your eyebrows furrow before you slowly move closer. You didn’t mean to snoop. It’s just that white is a very distinctive color, and a red stain like that doesn’t look normal. Perhaps you can offer to wash it for him? 

Suddenly, he opens the door, medicine in hand, his eyes gravitate to you. He looks at his bag. “What are you doing?” He asks gravely.

“Your stuff was making a mess. I didn’t want to trip over it.” You say. He (not subtly) moves to cover your view of the bag, zipping it up. 

“Get some rest.” He responds coldly. You feel yourself shrink under his cold demeanor. Is he mad at you because of the (unintentional) snooping, or because of the whole Eve situation? You don’t even know.

You do know one thing, however. Mark is hiding something. You don’t know how big, but it’s something he clearly does not want you to know.

Sure, it may not be any of your business, but you can’t help but feel like this is not something you should turn away from. You sit down on the bed, getting under the covers. 

You look at the lone bag that Mark zipped up. He didn’t have to say anything, but the message was clear. “Don’t open this bag.” His eyes told you. 

You flip over, facing the other direction. He has been acting so weird recently, distant. You kept telling yourself it was just shock from what happened, but does shock justify lies? You don’t know.

You look towards the medicine he left on the nightstand. You look at the extra blanket he grabbed for you. You snuggle closer to the blanket. Sure, he’s distant, but he’s still Mark. You turn again to the zipped-up bag.

Right?

Side note: I think this will probably be a 4-5 part series. While I will get that done, I also want to make other fics. I have this one idea for a no goggles mark fic that I'm in the middle of writing, so be on the lookout for that if you're interested. I'll probably post that one next. So yes, there will be a part 3. It just might be a bit of a longer wait than this one was though.

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[rafesangelita]

♡ kook!sweetheart!reader walks her first runway for her own lingerie brand, and of course rafe has to have a front row seat.

warnings: rafe being a supportive bf, suggestive ending

you couldn’t believe the day was finally here. ever since you started your lingerie line, you wanted to have a runway show to showcase the beautiful pieces, and all thanks to rafe, he was able to make that possible. while your boyfriend insisted on being backstage with you, you told him to wait until you walked out for the finale, wanting to surprise him in full glam and a set you have yet to release. to say you were excited would be an understatement— you were literally having your very own victoria secret show.

with fashion bloggers, magazine editors, and most importantly; rafe, the man who believed in you more than yourself, being in attendance, you just wanted everything to take place smoothly. “oh my god, you look amazing!” you glanced up from the small vanity mirror, meeting kelce’s girlfriend’s gaze. “me?!” your eyes widened as you shot up from your seat. “look at you! kelce is going to lose his mind.” you laughed, admiring the way her makeup sparkled under the studio lights.

“you think so?” she smiled, both of you swallowing nervously when you heard a ‘okay, we’re on in five!’ over one of the staff’s walkie talkie’s. “oh, god, just what i needed to hear.” you joked. she hugged you before joining the rest of the girls in line. outside in the crowd, rafe was already taking pictures like a proud facebook mom, shushing kelce and topper once the lights dimmed and the music started. the intro to britney spear’s ‘gimme more’ began playing, the crowd letting out a series of ‘oooh’s’ and ‘ahhh’s’ when the first model walked out.

rafe was only recording for your sake, his eyes strictly set on his hands as he patiently waited for your entrance. everything that the models were wearing was something he had already seen on you behind closed doors. rafe couldn’t help but feel his chest bloom with pride as he looked around the beautiful venue. despite him paying for everything, you were the one who worked with the planner and coordinator to bring your vision to life.

and what a vision it was.

you had spotlights lining the runway, glitter littering the glossy flooring. various props were also placed on the sidelines. “look, here comes y/n!” rafe arched a brow at his friend, kelce clearing his throat awkwardly. “don’t get too excited, now..” rafe grumbled, eyes locked on your silhouette. the music reached it’s final bridge, your lingerie clad body illuminating the stage. rafe had no words. you were wearing wings like the angel you truly were, the rhinestones and embellishments on your set reflecting under the now multicolored lighting.

“you’re beautiful, babygirl!” rafe shouted, his eyes widening as you got closer. you looked ethereal. not one hair was out of place, your makeup done flawlessly to enhance your natural features. you caught sight of him, sending a wink his way before blowing him a kiss. “she’s getting it tonight.” he held a hand over his heart, watching the way your hips swayed as cameras flashed from every direction. rafe stayed standing up until you disappeared behind the stage, his smile reaching from ear to ear.

“now that’s a show..” he adjusted himself in his pants, posting you on his instagram with the caption; ‘she’s perfect.’

eventually, the event came to a star strucking end, your boyfriend meeting you soon after with a huge bouquet of pink roses. you couldn’t help the sudden wave of emotions from washing over you at the sight of him. “oh, rafe!” you threw yourself into his arms, being careful not to ruin your makeup. “you were so amazing out there, baby.” he rubbed your back. “yeah?” you pulled away, pecking his lips. “fuck yeah.” his voice dropped a few octaves, his hand finding the curve of your ass. “can you take those angel wings home?” he whispered.

“yes.. why?” you smiled mischievously. “cause i need you to walk for me again. naked this time.”

[puck-luck]

omg your celly is so cute! i’d like to order a cappuccino with cold foam for luke hughes. i just really want something cute or playful with yearning from luke. maybe friends or friends with benefits? i hope this makes sense and i did this right, thank uuu

thank you!! i hope this was enough yearning for you, i'm thinking that luke really does want something more with y/n. i think y/n just doesn't want anything to change between them. we'll see if this blurb continues in the future (i might add a pt.2 in another celly request<3)

“Oooh, Y/N and Luke are going in the closet,” Kayleigh chirps. Rutger sits next to her, arm slung over her shoulders. He sticks out his tongue, grinning widely. Similar chirps echo through the room as you and Luke stand up, rolling your eyes and making a face at all of the onlookers. They’re making a big deal out of this game and the fact that you and Luke are going into the closet for seven minutes. What they don’t know is that you and Luke started hooking up in his first semester at UMich and it has continued through each of his visits back to the state.

“Oooh,” Luke mocks as he closes the door, plunging you both into darkness. He turns around and faces you, grinning widely.

“I can’t believe I have to be in the closet with you,” you bemoan, pinching your lips together and scrunching your nose fondly when Luke rolls his eyes and shakes his head, his whole body sagging. As he stands back to his full height, though, his smile is wider that Rut’s.

“I know,” Luke responds. “It’s such a joke. You and me in the closet? As if anything would ever happen between us.”

You chuckle, biting your lower lip lightly as Luke locks the door behind him. The click sounds and your eyebrows twitch, daring Luke to come closer.

He does. He approaches you with his tongue poking through his bite, giggling breathlessly as he cradles your face and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. He consumes you whenever he kisses you, always treating it like it’s the last time he’ll get the chance. 

“Is this all we’re going to do in our seven minutes?” you ask between kisses. 

Luke hums, tongue stroking yours sensually. “Consider it foreplay.”

“You confident that you’ll get to home base tonight?”

“You think I won’t?”

Now it’s your turn to hum, tilting your head to the left and reconnecting with Luke when he tilts to his left. “Hmm, I don’t know. Don’t you have to leave soon? Go back to your parents’ house since you don’t live here anymore?”

Luke makes a wounded noise, his hand trailing down from your jaw to cup your tit. “Are you making fun of me?”

You giggle. “I’d never.”

Luke’s kisses turn softer. It’s probably been four or five minutes now, so your time is coming to an end. You’ll have to separate soon, but it’s so hard when Luke’s entire palm is sealed over your breast comfortably. If you had more time, Luke would brush his fingertips beneath the underwire of your bra or reach past the cup to thumb over your nipple. 

“You should meet them,” Luke murmurs. “I think they’d like to meet the girl I’ve been sleeping with for a couple of years now.”

“Careful, Lu,” you warn in your sweetest voice. You twirl a curl around one of your fingers, tugging gently. You brush his lips again. “One of these days, someone will start to think that you like-like me.”

“Wouldn’t that be something,” Luke ponders aloud. He smiles into the kiss and moves his palm from your chest to your behind. He smooths over your ass, digging his fingers into the meat there before letting go. “I feel like someone has been saying that for a while now.”

“Oh, but he only says it when he’s having sex,” you tease. “It really confuses a girl.”

“Well if the girl comes to meet my parents…” Luke trails off. He fills your mouth with one last sweep of his tongue and plants a kiss on your neck. “It’s not really just when we have sex, is it?”

“Maybe sometimes when you’re on the road, but then you usually start jerking off.” You beam up at him, hands removed from his body and clasped behind your back. “But I don’t mind.” You let your eyes roam down his figure before your friends outside open the door and catch you and Luke in a situation. “You should wear looser pants next time we play Seven Minutes in Heaven. Inviting me to meet your parents really gives you a stiffy.”

He grins at you and tries to adjust himself into a position less noticeable. “Better?”

You shake your head, snickering. “It’s just too big, Lukey…”

“Don’t– talk about how big my dick is,” Luke says through gritted teeth. “You’re going to make it worse.”

You brush past him towards the door, cupping his cock through his pants. “Size kink?”

Luke hisses at you, sucking air through his teeth and circling his fingers around your wrist. He pulls your hand away, holding it in front of his chest, far away from his crotch. “Stop it.”

You wiggle your fingers at him and unlock the door with your other hand, twisting the knob and leaving Luke to sort out his big problem.

[amiaclone]

Can you do one with the salesman and reader, where they are playing Russian roulette like the scene with him and gi-hun, and then they start falling for eachother?

Oooh never done anything like this before sure!

Salesman x gn! Reader

*You ran across the streets like your life depended on it trying to keep up with the man in the suit.*

*Like Gi hun you offered to work with him to end the games these people liked to do for a living you never won the games with Gi hun you did however survive the first game and were one of the few people who chose not to return*

*Hey! You’ve got a family even if you’re in debt to lots of money! Anything better then dying anyway*

*You were with two other guys you were in the very back you ended up losing track of them so you’re now trying to make time using there location they sent*

*You reached a dead end in the alleyway now only hearing the sounds of bins falling you immediately reached for your pockets*

*You had a knife one of the other guys had a gun….where are they?*

“Looking for someone?”

*You immediately turned your head almost instinctively and came face to face with the man you were hunting all day*

*He smirked eyeing you down like a predator would…..gross.*

“Hey pretty face long time no see.”

*He called you that the first time you met….the salesman is what you call him the one who finds players and recruits them….what a disgusting job*

“You…” *You keep your knife behind your back waiting to see if he engages any attack however he drops his case*

“If you think I’m here to kill you I would have already….i’ve been watching you for quite a bit…” *That alone almost made your spine shiver* “ I already had some fun with your “friends” anyway” *He cleared his throat keeping the same smirk on his face*

*That smirk almost filled with amusement and psychoticness what an interesting but terrifying man*

“You…..you killed them….”

*You weren’t shocked that he’d do such a thing but there was two against one! This man is obviously a threat…..*

*He however shook his head keeping the same smirk however his eyes widened a little*

“We had a game that’s all.”

*You shook your head and then out of the blue he took a step forward you followed suit taking a step back*

“What do you want?”

*You both said at the same time you quirked an eyebrow trying to keep a brave face while he had a small grin*

“I’ll answer first since a “lovely” like yourself asked.”

“I want to….play a game perhaps.”

*You shook your head*

“Why should i?”

*He seemed to pretend he was thinking*

"You're working with Gi hun aren't you? you know….you and him both have these amazing delusions about saving humanity so….I'll give you answers about the games *if* you win"

*You scoffed*

"How am i supposed to know i can trust you?"

*He seemed to take delight in that*

"Your choice. All up to you."

*You pondered in thought what will you gain? you could die but if you accept theres a chance you could find something big*

*And if you decline nothing will happen you could waste an opportunity but potentially live…..*

*Your mouth then spoke before you could even comprehend*

“What if I don’t win?”

*He laughed a bit*

“I was waiting for that! Hah….Well simple….theres a lot I could do…i could kill that lovely face of yours or…..make sure you or Gi hun can’t interfere with our business again….or…..well let’s see how it goes shall we?”

*He quirked an eyebrow waiting to see if you’d agree or not this was bad*

“I’ll agree if….you tell me what game we’re playing first…to make it fair.”

*He smirked raising an eyebrow handsomely*

“Ever heard of Russian Roulette?”

*Your heart nearly stopped beating for a second….he can’t be serious*

*Never mind he definitely is*

*He kept that same almost psychopath like smirk like he was enjoying this…*

“I suppose you’ve heard of it now… the choice is up to you will you….play with me?”

*You tensed and just blurted out*

“Let’s do it.”

*Hey you’d rather die atleast trying to stop the games but you know Russian roulette….your confident you’ll win.”

*He seemed almost shocked for a second you of all people would agree but that regained back to his usual composure*

“Well then i have it in my brief case the things we’ll use…”

*He brought me down further the alleyway and found an abandoned warehouse that had one table and two chairs facing each other*

“Since im fairly confident in myself why don’t you go first?”

*You shrugged you’d rather take the first one first declares a win i guess?*

*You put the gun and……It was fine.*

“Of course first obviously you’ll be fine…”

*He smirked a bit before taking it he placed the gun on the end of his nose*

*Clicked and nothing happened*

“You know something im just wondering….its surprising you’re agreeing to this since you chose not to go back after red light green light”

*You took it placing it on the bridge of your nose nothing happened*

“I chose not to go back because i would have gained nothing from playing a few games compared to me there’s a chance I wouldn’t have won…”

*He took it placing the gun on his forehead*

“You know….the day I met you….everything I said was and is still the truth…..you have a captivating beauty.”

*He pulls the trigger and nothing happens i take it placing it on my forehead mainly to spite him*

“Oh really care to give into more detail?”

*You said it to humour him but he seemed to take it serious you pulled the trigger and for a second it seemed like it would have killed you but….*

*Nothing happened*

“Heh well……your eyes are fairly attractive every time you look at them it’s like there brand new all over again…”

*He placed the gun on the inside of his mouth that would normally disgust you it interested you in a….weird way*

*He pulled the trigger and it clicked. Nothing happened*

“Well the eyes compliment was nice….but looks aren’t everything.”

*You placed the gun on the bridge of your nose again and it clicked nothing happened you weren’t even paying attention to care if something happened*

*He smirked*

“Well why didn’t you decide to go back? After all your debt was pretty big if I’ll say……9 billion? And you still thought you had a chance”

*He pulled the trigger on his forehead and nothing happened*

“Anything’s better then dying”

*You take the gun and pull the trigger nothing happens this is getting boring….the salesman is up to something but what? What are those handsome eyes staring at me planning?*

“Cheap answer you didn’t go back just not to die? Knowing well your debt was just gonna get bigger and bigger….”

*He took the trigger and didn’t even hesitate to pull it and……nothing happened*

“You don’t seem like you have any but i have a family and loved ones waiting for me”

“Love is a ridiculous concept”

*This goes on forever taking the trigger and none seeming to pull victory*

*Each time the two of you only got more captivated by each other*

“You know the thing you said about love”

*He pulled the trigger and faced it towards his heart*

“It seemed you have stolen it.”

*A loud bang happened that nearly shot you out of your seat*

*But he was still alive it was nothing?*

*The salesman laughed* “That trick works every time was getting a bit bored doll….i think you’ve won at something.”

*Your eyes widened a bit* “Wait i won?” *The salesman seemed in denial for a second* “I suppose for showing me that….some things that aren’t blood and murder are still interesting” *he winks*

Hope you liked it if I haven’t gotten back to anyones asks yet believe me I’ll write it im just taking my timeee

[rainydaygotham]

THAT’S NOT A PART OF YOUR ASSIGNMENT

Dick Grayson x art student!reader gn || 1.6k words

Warnings: smut, naked cuddling, blow job, slight exhibitionism but not quite

Summary: You have an assignment for figure drawing and thankfully have a willing model (along with yourself). Time to take some reference photos. Unfortunately for one horny boy, this means he can’t move. lol poor guy.

a/n: goddd i’m a senior so i’ve spent a bajillion hours in figure by now oof. so here, let me indulge my fantasies. need me a muse like Dick Grayson… well, maybe it’s for the best, since this fic shows how i wouldnt be getting anything done with him around agdjhsajhfk

“Hey, Dickie, can you come in here for a second?” you called and instantly you heard the sock feet of your fiancé come padding towards you.

“Do you need me for something, Baby?”

You were too distracted with the task at hand to pick up on his flirting, “Yeah, just come lay on the bed for a bit.”

“Oooh. Of course~” Dick grinned as he eyed the camera you were adjusting on its tripod before he flopped down onto the bed, “any particular pose?”

“Nah I’m just fixing it right now, you can do whatever as long as you stay on the bed,”

You had meant, like, maybe he could scroll on his phone while you worked. But he took that as ‘whatever sexy pose you want, Babe’ and began showing off his lithe body. Little distracting, but you were used to him enough to successfully ignore it. But damn, was it hard. Especially when he turned around so you could get a nice view of his ass.

“So, we shooting sex tapes or what?”

You rolled your eyes, “No, we’re not shooting sex tapes. I need references for a piece for Figure. We’re supposed to be focusing on the ways the human body will fit together, so we need at least two models,”

“Sound’s intimate,” he schmoozed.

You sighed, “Yeah, that’s why I thought I should just draw us. I like the intimacy of the way we fit together—“

“So we are making sex tapes,”

“No. We are going to just be cuddling, I'm not going up in front of my class to present an explicit piece of us fucking, thank you.”

“But we are going to be naked?”

You sighed even more dramatically this time, “Yes, Dick, we are going to be naked. I have to ‘show off the beauty of the human form’…”

He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively, you shook your head, “and I'll admit, I wanted it to be a little sensual, okay, but it's not like that,"

You went back to fiddling with the camera, ignoring his childish snickering. You positioned it perfectly, able to capture Dick's full body but not too much background with it. Hopefully cramming yourself in there too wont crop anything weird.

Humming to yourself, you grabbed the tiny remote for the tripod and tested it to make sure it was working. Doing so, you accidentally got a shot of Dick taking off his shirt. The way his stomach and chest were flexed as he lifted the shirt over his head was beautiful. Just what you wanted, art. You didn’t delete this test shot like you would’ve done on any other day. Don’t tell Dick.

“Little eager there, Babe?” you flirted.

He had already moved on to stripping off his sweatpants. As he threw the garment across the room you noticed he uh, had a little problem growing. Ah..

“The faster we get these pictures the faster I can convince you to “take a nap” before patrol tonight,” he slipped his boxers off as he talked to you.

“Uh. Yeah. Um,” you started unbuttoning your shirt, “Let’s get this done, yeah…”

Great, now you’re flustered. You’d think you’d learn your lesson by now, to not use your own boyfriend as a model. But he was so pretty, it was always so tempting. If you had your way, all you’d ever draw were portraits of Dick. If you did that, though, you’d quickly get known as “that guy/girl/kid who only draws local celebrity Dick Grayson” around your university, which would most likely get shortened to just “Dick Guy/Girl/Kid”, and you did not need that kind of bullying in your life right now. You’re a professional studio artist now, goddamnit.

You heard the springs of the bed as Dick laid back down, “So what were you thinking?”

“…” man what were you thinking again? Oh, “I wanted to start with a shot of us spooning. You know, how the legs fit together, how a face fits into the crook of a neck,”

He smiled, “Do I get to be the big spoon?”

“I guess,” you teased.

You took off your own pants and underwear and gave your hair a good finger comb through before laying down on the bed with Dick. He smirked as you cozied up to him. He placed his hand on your hip as he repositioned himself.

“So you want my leg like—”

“Uh huh,” you felt the heat of his bare body melting into yours. And his errection nestling into your ass. Geez…

“And my face—“

He nuzzled into the side of your neck, brushing against the sensitive artery there. Hoo boy, perhaps this is a bad idea. Dick hummed against your throat as he began peppering the area with light kisses.

Mmm, perhaps it’s a really good idea.

“Dick, pose,”

He stopped his onslaught on your neck for a moment, keeping still as you pressed the button on the remote to take a few shots.

“Thank you,” you shuffled over to check the photos, much to Dick’s disappointment at you leaving his embrace, “these are good, next pose,”

“What now,”

You adjusted the angle on the camera, “okay now sit up, on your knees,”

He did as you told him and you crawled back over.

“Uh, sorry, I promise I’m trying to keep professional thoughts right now,” he gestured to his now very prominent boner.

“That’s fine, Baby,” you snickered as you started straddling him, “they’re not gonna be able to see it. This one’s about how legs perfectly bracket a waist,”

“Hands?”

“On my chest, with your fingers in between the ribs,”

Dick was a little confused on what you meant there for a moment but he found it. You were right, his fingers did perfectly slot in between the bones of your ribcage.

Took everything in him to not start running his hands up and down your sides, feeling more of you beneath his fingertips. The gentle way your skin was always soft, no matter where he touched you drove him wild.

And it’s like you knew, the way you grinned and shook your head.

“Here,” you dipped your face towards him and he greedily took the kiss you offered.

It was just a chaste thing, when he tried to deepen it you pulled away. Dick had to fight back the whine in his throat.

“Forehead to mine pleas—“ he gingerly complied, “there we go,”

Dick’s eyelids were pressed tightly shut, but he heard the click of the shutter go off a few times. You then disentangled yourself from him to go check the photos. He missed you immediately, even though you were just right over there.

Damn. This was horrible. Torture. His punishment from the gods like Tantalus’s fruit. He’d rather clean the Batmobile with a toothbrush than have you naked in his lap and not be able to do anything about it.

Okay so maybe he was being a little overdramatic. Can you blame him, though? He can’t just hold his everything in his hands and not make love to them. It feels irreverent.

“Okay, last one”

Thank fucking god. He could feel his cock throbbing and it was starting to get painful.

“Come get close to the camera, this one doesn’t need to be fullbody,”

He crawled closer as you adjusted it once again, “what’s up with this one?”

“How hands were made to cup our curves. I’ll need you to hold my chin in your hands,”

Done. You don’t have to ask him twice. But damn, as you positioned yourself to how you wanted, was it hard to not just start kissing you.

He gazed lovingly at you as he gently played his part, holding you for the camera (and a bunch of students, apparently) to see. He hoped he was doing you justice in this, in all of these. Although, a part of him didn’t want them to be good, didn’t want other people to see how beautiful you could be for him. Your home was his own private little gallery with you as the star and maybe he didn’t want to share.

Gatekeeping art. Tsk…

The shutter clicked and flashed but you didn’t really care anymore. That was the last picture, after all, and Dick was looking at you like he was about to devour you.

And you were right, as he realized he had a greenlight and dove right in.

Dick wasted no time in shoving his tongue into your mouth this time, lapping at your molars. Two can play at that game, so you licked into his mouth as well, only for him to fight dirty running his tongue along the roof of your mouth in flicks. A shiver ran down your spine as Dick pulled your face, still cupped in his hands, further into his. He moaned with the action, and damn, he really was trying to devour you.

He continued his attack on your mouth, sliding his tongue along yours in the most delicious way. You felt the vibrations of another groan as you let your hands start to wander down his body. His trapeze artist tits pecs.. his grabbable hips… his very hard cock weeping precum onto your hand as you fisted it. He pulled out of your mouth with a jolt, panting for air.

“Please—“ he was cut off by a surprisingly high-pitched noise breaking out his throat as you went down, wasting no time in taking him into your mouth.

You took him as far as you could, the head hitting the back of your throat. You pressed your tongue flat into the underside of his cock, slowly dragging it along his tender shaft before pulling off of him again. He made a strangled noise as you looked up at him.

“What?” why’d you stop before you even started?

“Well look,” you placed your tongue back into the divet where his tip met his shaft, “it’s like my tongue was made to be there. Fits together perfectly,”

God, you were going to be the death of him.

[boobertronian]

Aerichandesu_room

Giselle x 1 college friend

Proofread by @vorrentis

Word counts : 5256 words

All works are fiction ENJOY !!

9:30 pm

The video clip starts…

“ Ohaiyo, Aeri-chan here, how are you boys doing today? And welcome to Aerichandesu_room ! You’re here to see me? I’m so excited to show you what I have today, now let’s see some comments!”

A girl, dresses up in a school uniform, with pink twin tails and glasses, shows up on screen

The comments start :

Xxxxbididdy: Aeri-chan !!!!!!

Svenadick:  Aeri baby !!!! Been waiting for you !!!

Zeronoone : Ah shietttt girl you’re making me hard with that voice !!!

“Oooh!! You guys are in for a treat today! I have a special guest too~~ And he and I we’re gonna have fuunnn~”

The comments keep going :

ZzBigD : damnnn gurl show me dem tits!!!

Svenadick : gonna throw you some big bucks if I can see those cheeks!!!

Hugeaerilover : want you so much baby !!!!  Fuckk, I want you !!

The girl then winks, then she gives hand signs to call in her partner.

A guy dresses up in a uniform like her, but having a dark mask over his eyes, approaching her from behind, holding her waist in his hands, then slides his hands towards her tits, grabbing them tightly.

“Ahh... see guys? Even my partner here couldn’t resist me now~”

The comments keep going :

Zeronoone : Fucccckkkk I wanna grab dem tits mannnnn !!!

SMhater4life : Fuckkk I wish I’m that jerk grabbing her !!!

Xxxxbididdy: I’m gonna cummm seeing thatttt !!!

“I guess me and my partner here should start~”

The clip continues, as the girl and her partner start to make out with each other, taking off their clothes then start having sex with each other.

“OHHH FUCKKKK!!! AHHHHH!!! HAHHH FUCK MEEEE AHHH !!KIMOCHIIII!!!”

The girl screams out in pleasure; her eyes are rolling while her partner is pounding her from behind.

The comments continue :

Svenadick : fuccccck I wanna cummmmm !!!! fuckkk !!!

Xxxxbididdy : fucking hot hot hot!!!

SMhater4life : fuckkk lemme cumm too !!!

The clip keeps on playing, as we’re zooming out, there are two girls, in their shared apartment, watching it on their phones.

“Woah, I can’t believe you’re reaching that many viewers in like ... two weeks Aeri-chan?”

“Well, being honest, I didn’t even think I got this far Karina~”

“How many for this one? Dang, 5M views, that’s pretty dope.”

“Woah really? I haven’t check, it’s 5M?”

“Yapp and might be even more by next few days. That’s even faster than mine when I started my OF.”

“But… you’re still cranking views a lot more than mine though.”

“With this rate you might even cross me someday, well done my fellow OF competitor. But seriously how did you even start out and get on this fast, and… who’s that dude with you?”

“Well, it started a few weeks ago...”

A few weeks before today…

Phone rings…

“Uh. Hey, Giselle, what’s up?”

“Mason, did you see the notes?”

“Oh, I got it! Thanks, Gi! You saved me on that one! Man, last week I got a freaking cold and could barely do anything … let alone study … ”

“NO not those class notes! The OTHER notes ...”

“Uh…which one? All I see in my mails are our class notes ... Oh, I saw it : meet me at NAEVIHotel?”

“Yes!”

“Uh…. Why?”

“Just meet me there tonight! At 8! Don’t be late!”

“Uh …... okay? Why do I have to go to a hotel ????”

“Just do it!! Make it your payments for the class notes! Don’t be late, okay? I got to go to class! Mr. Soo-Man will kill me if I’m late! Bye.”

“What the heck was that? Oh well… Guess I’m going.“

8:15pm, at NAEVIHotel

“You’re late!”

“Alright sorry, I fell asleep, man my classes today drained me.“

“Come on let’s go in!”

The two Uni students then go inside the small hotel. Giselle then books a room and both enter one.

The room is decorated in rather pinkish color, with some furniture and a giant bed in the middle.

“Okay, this is weird man, why are we here again?”

“You’re here because I want you to do something for me!”

“Okay? What is it Gi? But… I can’t do that at your apartment or mine?Like we’re normally have tutoring time?”

“We’re not having tutoring today…”

“Okay … so what will this be?”

“I want you... to help me ... TO HAVE SEX!”

“What the …? Did I hear it correctly? Have sex ???”

“Yes, I want you to have sex... with me.“

“Okay is this a prank Gi, sorry I pranked you last time with those bugs but man I am not having prank on me today bruh."

“No! No prank! I’m serious! I want you to have sex with me!”

“But... why?”

“Well, there’s something… I haven’t told you.”

“Nani? you have secrets? Are you having a dare with someone?”

“NO! No dare! I just have something I … haven’t tell you or anyone....”

“Okay …. So, spill the bean, what is it?”

“I… well... I have an Onlyfans account…”

“NANI??? You ???????”

“Yes...”

“But… how ??? When ????”

“I… well… I just started it a few months ago …”

“Your parents… they do not know about this do they ???”

“Of course!!! They’ll drag me back to Japan if they know ….”

“Jeez Gi, but... again, why though?”

“Well…. I ... really like to watch porno stuffs... and… I got intrigued one day when I stumbled onto those OF accounts … like ... zyo_zyo, silver_rain, for_everyoung10, and … well katarinablu …”

“What the, Karina is in this too ????? Don’t tell me … you do this because she told you to …”

“Yes ...”

“You folks are seriously interesting… so when did you start?”

“Around 3-4 months ago ...”

“Can’t believe you’re getting into this, not sure if I should laugh or I should be worried Gi.”

“Sorry … should’ve told you ...”

“So… the reason why you asked me to have sex with you is … for your content am I correct? But … why me man? Didn’t you have like ... dates before?”

“I did… but... well, things didn’t go well tbh… Some guys didn’t treat me to well, so I stopped with them… And for your question, yes, I… wanna have better content for my channel… My first videos weren’t being received well, they… commented how … boring it was and … the views were low... I couldn’t make much from that ...”

“Ok? So now you want better stuffs, more subscribers and … make more money.”

“Yes...”

“Did those guys treat you pretty bad? Why didn’t you tell me man?”

“Well… they didn’t abuse me or anything that scary... they were pretty much my flings and such, so our personalities clashed a lot later on and some were not that caring... so I didn’t get abused, just stopped communicating that’s all, no worries on that”

“Phew, man, don’t keep it to yourself all the time like that GI, you can talk it out to me, cool?”

“Cool”

“So … uh… does that mean I have to film a sex tape with you … not sure how I’ll feel about that ...”

“Yes… well… you can… wear a mask on … I… prepped up one for you” Giselle then pulls out a half-cut Power Rangers mask from her bag and gives it to Mason.

“You’ve got to be kidding me … Green ranger?”

“I … thought you like him ….”

“Yeh, I do but … not like this lol”

“Sorry… I mean… hope you’ll help me…  because... I … accidently promised the subscribers I will do a sex tape and … you might be the only one I can… you know... might be able to do it …”

“Bruh, can’t believe in all my years I ended up being internet pornstar.”

“Gomenasai ….” Giselle bows to Mason

“Jeez Gi, you make me feel weird. Ok, I’ll help you on this one, but man I do not want this shenanigan again alright?”

“Really ??? You will?” Giselle’s eyes brighten up

“Yeh… I mean, call this a payback for the last few semesters you help me for my classes and such, I still feel bad asking you too much with the homework, so yeh... I’ll help ya.”

“Arigatou Mason !!!“

“Bruh, this must be the happiest emotion you’ve ever shown me man, can’t believe it’s in this situation. Ok, so … how do we start?”

“I ... can show you the things I wanna do … on my laptop!”

“What you have porno stuffs on your laptop too? Dude, you surprise me this entire evening.”

“Hope you don’t judge me …”

“As long as it’s not those hardcore BDSM and such stuffs, I’m fine”

“No no, I don’t like those either …”

Giselle then pulls out her laptop and sits on the bed next to Mason. She then opens her private folders, which contains JAV and porn clips she gathered online.

“That’s a freaking lot of them.”

“I’ve been doing it for a while …”

“Man Gi, sharing is caring, why didn’t you share with me lol” Mason is trying to lighten up the mood.

“You didn’t ask!”

“So… you want me and you to do theses?”

“Yes… is it… ok?”

“Well... those are not too hard, basic but... well... we can copy the clips to spice it up.”

“Oh...ok”

“So where is that OF page of yours.”

“Here...”

Giselle then opens her OF page, which includes around 4 clips, with most of them are only short masturbation clips and herself with some sex toys.

“Uh … ok, so … the typical OF stuffs on the internet … no wonder …”

“Yeh …. That’s why ... I need help...”

“Ok... still feel weird about this but... ok, we can do it. You go set up your camera view you want and … yeh we can start.”

“Arigatou Mason …”

Giselle then shyly takes out her tripod and attaches her iPhone onto it, sets it directly straight to the bed view.

“Ok, I’m done with the setting, we can start!”

Giselle and Mason then stand in front of the camera, with Mason already has his Green ranger mask on, covering his entire upper face baring his nostrils, chin and lips.

Giselle, on the other hand, dresses up in a school uniform type of clothing, with dark blouse, checkered skirt and a fake black rimmed glass.

“Huh, so you like dressing up too?”

“I ... think it’s cute ...”

“Suit yourself Gi.”

Giselle then faces in front of the camera and starts her introduction

“Ohaiyo everyone… It’s... aeri-chan here, and … welcome to aerichandesu_room channel. This .... is my first sextape… I hope you will... enjoy it and leave me good tips...”

“Alright stop man.”

“Did … did I do something wrong …”

“Bruh... you sounded like that shy kid in a classroom about to do her presentation … that’s not it man ...… Where’s that confident representative Giselle during our club time and during that on-stage time?”

“ Sorry… I... was shy … about this too...”

“I get you but man, you’re gonna need a better intro than that, if not … don’t think those horny boys gonna like it lol. Besides, if you’re being shy and stuttered like this, people might think I’m … abusing you for sex or all that terrible crime online... I do not want that to happen Gi, that’s weird.”

“So... what …do you think I should do ...?”

“You’re one confident person man, you did crazy well with that stage play and team works in class, I mean, I feel weird seeing you being this rather ... timid person you’ve been this entire time. SO … uh… you’ll be fine man.”

“You’re right… this timid self isn’t me at all... I got scared and such but if I wanna do this, I must really step up my game”

“Yeppppp. I mean, go for the big win, right?”

“Lemme gather myself a bit, wait for me, ok? Be right back!”

“No worries… be NATURAL yo”

Giselle then takes a deep breath. She starts to do some of her breathing exercises and warm-up routines.

She closes her eyes a bit, then suddenly, tap on the record button again

“Ok, ready this time!”

“Let’s go!”

“Ohaiyo my dear followers ~~, your boys must’ve been waiting for me, right? I know you do~~ Today is my first sextape, me and my partner here we’re gonna have some fun~~ I can’t wait to show you boys what we have tonight ~~.”

“Ok, that sounds better, sounds horny lol”

“Yeyyy. Ok, let’s do it this time!”

Giselle then starts again with the intro, this time even smoother

“Ohaiyo my dear followers ~~, how are you today, your boys must’ve been waiting for me right ~~? I know you do, you’re such bad boys~~ Today is my first sextape, me and my partner here, we’re gonna have some real fun~~ I can’t wait, to show you, what we’ll do tonight~~ Hope you boys will give me some good tips and subscribe to my channel~~ Let’s fulfill you desire~”

“Damn she learns fast. That’s more like it Gi ” Mason thinks to himself in surprise while Giselle gives him a wink.

Giselle turns back facing Mason.

She approaches him with a kiss on his lips, starting her make out with him.

Mason isn’t shy away from it. Understands the cue, he returns her kisses passionately. The two continue kissing for a bit until Giselle’s palm reaches down to his bulge, forming up under his tight jeans, massaging it a bit.

To turn up the heat, Mason then kisses down to her neck, then down to her breasts. His hands start groping her big booties, moving into her skirt and grope the thickness of her cheeks.

“Ahh... oh my~~ That’s very good, more of that please~”

Mason pulls off his T-shirt, throws it down to the carpet. He proceeds to help Giselle removes her dark blouse, revealing her perky tiddies behind her pink bra. Diving his face into it, he kisses them and fondle her boobies with his rough hands, making Giselle yelps in pleasure.

“Ah~~ take my tiddies~~ Please, ahh~~ it feels good ~”

“Those are nice pairs Gi, so good”

Letting Mason enjoys her tiddies a bit, Giselle then drops down to her knees. She pulls down the zipper from Mason’s jeans, take it down around his knee, with his big bulge is forming straight from his boxer, surprising Giselle, with her eyes rounds up and her palms cover her lips.

“Oh my~~ SO big !!”

“Glad you like it Gi hehe”

Giselle doesn’t wait for a moment, she pulls down his boxer, letting his dick pops out and hit her nose, with Giselle immediately puts it in her pretty lips.

She’s slowly moving her head in and out, from the tip of his dick to the base, taking his hardened pole with little discomfort.

“You boys must be jealous that I’m doing this to my partner~~ His dick is so big in my mouth now that I’m dying for more~” Giselle turns to the camera while still stroking her palm onto Mason’s erected rod. Her fingers are teasing his tip, with some pre-cum is leaking out.

She then resumes her sucking, this time she goes faster, sloppier than before. Mason doesn’t stay still as well, he pushes his hips into her face, penetrating her pretty lips with his hard dick.

“Ahh shitt… that was great Giselle!”

“ Seems like ... mpphmmm... my partner …mph mm is liking it boys~~ I wonder … mph... if anyone ... mph… would love me to do … mph mm... the same~” Giselle faces the phone camera again, while sloppily sucking Mason’s dick.

Letting go of Mason’s body, Giselle then suggests Mason to the bed, where she wants to start what they’ve been seeing in her laptop.

“Time for something new~”

Mason quickly removes the rest of his outfit, getting his body laying flat on the large bed, dick straighten up the ceiling, waiting for Giselle to come over, stroking his hand onto it a bit.

Meanwhile, Giselle starts to remove her bra and panties, leaving only her checkered skirt, climbs up to the bed as well.

Once ready, she drops herself down onto Mason’s face down below, grinding her pussy lips onto him. Mason isn’t surprised by this, his tongue immediately attacks her pink lips, moving around her tight walls, tasting her sweet juice leaking out.

The movement of his tongue is slow and sensual, making Giselle shakes and moans.

“Ahhh~~ oh~~ ahhh!! That’s goooood~~ Lick me more~~ Your boys love seeing me being licked by my partner?~~ Ahhhh~~ do more please~”

Giselle then reaches down to his dick in a 69 position, taking his hard rod once again in her mouth, sucking it even faster than before.

The two keep on sucking each other out, tasting each other wildly without stopping.

“Mpphmmm~~ so big in my mouth again!! Tastes so good~~ You’re liking my pussy lips too ?~” Giselle moans out while facing the phone again.

“Mph... yes! Your pussy tastes fucking good Gi !!” Mason continues eating her hole out, licking every bit of her tight wet walls.

“I think ... it’s time to show the boys, the main course~”

“Can’t wait for that Gi !!”

Giselle then stands up straight, she walks towards his erected dick, aiming her entrance right into his.

Once she finds the right placement, she slowly sits down, lining his lengthy one into her lips, penetrating her  straight up inches by inches.

“Ah~~ SOOO big~~ I’m going to have lots of fun with this~”

“Fuck that’s tight Gi!!! Sooo warm!!!”

Once Mason’s cock is already deep inside her, Giselle then proceeds to bounce onto him in a reverse cowgirl position, spreading herself straight to the camera lens.

She starts to ride him with small paces, getting herself comfortable in the position, feeling his hard one going in and out of her.

“Ahhhh~~ Ohhh fuckkk~~ My pussy is being spreaded~~ Ahhh~~ Oh~~ So fucking good ~~!!!”

Giselle’s quickening her paces, riding him faster. Her body bounces up and down onto him, spreading her legs as much as possible to show the viewers how her pussy is being rammed hardly inside. She loves the thrill of it, the thrill of being recorded while having sex, without anyone judging her.

Mason down below is enjoying every bit of this. He couldn’t describe how good it is now; his mind is now filled with excitement and pleasure.

Having sex with his close friend since high school wasn’t something he had in mind before, but now, he’s loving every single bit of it.

“Shietttttt Gi!! You’re riding me good !!!!”

“Ahh~~ See boys~~ My partner is loving it so much now~~ His hard cock is fucking my pussy hardddddd~~ You boys wish to be in his position now don’t you~~ Ahhh~~ Oh fuckkk that dick is spreading me out now~”

Giselle pounds harder, and so is Mason.

He’s matching her movements, thrusting his hips up towards her, hard and powerful.

The sounds of body-slapping are being heard all over the room, combining with their moans and breathings are louder and louder. If this isn’t a love hotel, some neighbors could sue them for sound violation as of now.

“Fuckkkk Gi!!! You’re fuckin hot!! Can’t stop pounding ya!!!”

“Ahhhhh ~~~~ Kimochiiiiii ~ Kimochiiiii ~~~ Oh fuckkkk ~~~ Don’t stop please don’t stop!!! I’m… I’m about to cum~~ Ahh ~~~”

Giselle then pulls out from Mason, suddenly, she squirts straight towards the camera phone, making a mess.

“Hahh~~ Your boys like it?~~ I just squirted for you~~ My partner fucked me so good I had to squirt~~ You’re probably wish you could taste my juices, right?~~ I want more~~ I want my partner to fill me~”

Giselle then penetrates herself onto Mason’s dick again, resume her hard poundings and moaning. Mason, in a swift effort, plucks out Giselle’s skirt, throws it down to the floor, leaving them both naked and fucking each other crazily.

The poundings continue, Giselle’s body is now quite a mess. Her pussy is fully wrapped into Mason’s dick, while he himself is thrusting into her like no tomorrow.

Her eyes are rolling, her face is reddened with pleasure, her mouth is open showing her lewd tongue to the camera, while her body occasionally curving back into a beautiful arch, taking the pleasure to a whole new level.

“Fuckkk Gi!!! Holy shit your pussy is crunching me!! Fuckkk I’m going to cum!!! I’m going to really cum!!!”

“AHHH~~ Cum in meeee ~~~~ Kimochiiiiiii~~ Cum in meee~~ Don’t pull out~~ Cum in mee~” Giselle somehow is able to form words while being fucked to the brim.

“I’M CUMMING GI !!!! FUCKKK!!!”

The moment Mason releases his loud moan is also when his cum is shooting straight into Giselle’s tight walls, filling her whole. His cum is so thick and warm, letting Giselle feels every single bit of it.

Giselle stays in her spread out position a bit. Then, with the best of her ability, she pulls out from him, letting the cum leaks out a bit.

She then stands up straight again, albeit with some difficulties due to soreness, using her fingers to spread out her pussy lips, letting the cum flows down her inner thigh and drops down to the bed, while facing straight to the camera phone.

“See how thick my partner’s cum is in me~~ I love it so much~~ I want to have his yummy cum even more~~ Your boys always love seeing your cum inside a girl’s pussy don’t you?~~ Now, let’s proceed to the final part of today~”

Giselle then gets ready for her next position.

She preps herself into on all four, facing herself directly to the phone camera again.

Mason then follows behind her, his hands grope onto her thick butt cheeks, slapping them loud, leaving some handprints.

“Ahh ~ slap them! That’s right~~ Tell me and our audiences, what will we do next~”

“I’m gonna fuck your tiny asshole Gi! Can’t wait to break it!”

“You heard that boys~~ He’s gonna fuck my ass~~ he’s gonna fuck my tiny anus so hard for you to see~~ I’m so excited now~”

Mason strokes his wet dick to full erection again, he then teases Giselle’s anus with his thumbs, spreading it out and fingering her with his index fingers, prepping Giselle for the big entrance.

Feeling his finger is running in and out of her tight hole, Giselle couldn’t stop but moons to the camera

“Ah ~~~ fuckk~~ my ass~~ it’s... it’s tightttt~”

Not wasting his time, Mason lines his erected dick to her anus, pushing his tip through her crazy tight hole.

It’s not an easy task, as Giselle’s hole is too tight for his erected rod, as Mason must kiss her back line, smoothing her body to ease out her tension.

The two are trading kisses with each other for a bit, then Mason resumes his penetration, finally getting his tip passes her puckered entrance.

He pushes in more, making the best of his effort invading Giselle’s warm hole.

Inches by inches of his hard rod are getting inside her, with Giselle’s moan is getting louder in volume once he finally thrusts deep inside her.

“~ohhh fuckkkk !!!~~~ Sooo big in me ~~~”

“Get ready Gi!”

“ I am~~ Fuck me~”

Mason proceeds to move his hips.

His dick penetrates her in slow strokes, in and out of her about half of his length, then pushes deep inside her again.

Not wanting Giselle to be hurt, Mason steadily keeps up the pace, intending to enjoy every bit of her warm hole wrapping around his pole.

But Giselle has a different plan. Not accepting the slow paces, she gives Mason an order he couldn’t resist

“Come one~~ That’s too slow~~ I told you, Fuck me! Fuck my ass very hard~~ Makes me moan loud to the boys here ~~~ I want them to hear my moan, seeing myself being destroyed in front of them~~ so, go ahead, break me ~~~”

“With pleasure Gi!! As you wish!!!”

Hearing her orders, Mason tenses up his muscles.

Taking a deep breath, Mason then pulls his dick out around his tip, then, in full force, he thrusts back hard into Giselle’s body.

He pounds her harder, his body is smashing hard into her buttcheeks, with the sound of their bodies can be heard even louder than before.

Mason accelerates his paces, smashing Giselle’s tight hole into oblivion.

Giselle, in front of his body, screams out in words that Mason could barely understands.

Her screams are blaring, erotic and echoing the four walls, with her head is curving up and down through his penetrations.

Her face is redder, sweats are forming all over her makeups, her mouth is opening wide, and her tongue is drooling down in full pleasure.

She doesn’t hold herself anymore, screaming at the best of her lung capacities.

“AHHHHHHH ~~~ KIMOCHHIIIIII ~~~ Ahhhh ~~~ You fuck me so hard ahahhhh !!!~~~~ I don’t want to stoppppp !!!~~~ Noooo Don’t stopppp ~~~ Kimochiiiii !!!~~~”

“Fuuckkkk!!! your ass soooo tighttt!!! FUCK Gi I’m gonna destroy your hole!!!”

“Ahhhh~~ AHHHH !!~~~ More gimme more ~~~ Kimochiiii !!!~~”

“Let’s do this one Gi, you’ll love it !!”

“Do it ~~~”

Mason then helps Giselle into the reverse cowgirl position again, this time he spreads her legs to both sides, intending to show the view of his dick penetrating hard into her anal hole towards the camera.

He pounds her harder with all his might, intending to finally break his close friend to the deepest part of her overwhelmingly tight hole.

His fingers are toying with her pussy for a while, making Giselle once again squirts toward the phone camera.

Giselle absolutely loves it, as she finally able to pulls the highlight of the night, letting her audiences seeing the lewdest side of her ever : eyes rolling back, mouth is drooling, tongues out, face is messy and super red.

Her lips can barely form good words beside moans, and she enjoys every single moment of it.

“AHHHHHH ~~~~ AHHHHH ~~~~~~ FUCKKK!!! AHHH ~~~~ DON’T … STOPPPPP … KIMOCHIIIIIII~~~~~~~~ I... I CUMMMM ~~~~~ AHHHH~~ KIMOCHIIII !!!~~~”

“I’m close Giselle!! FUCKK!! Gonna cum hard in your ass!!!”

“ GIMME YOUR CUMMMMM ~~~ GIMME GIMME !!!!!~~~~ Prepare boys ~~~ HE’S GONNA CUMM ~~~ AHHH~~~ IN MY ASSS ~~~~!!!”

Mason finally shoots his shots.

His cum explodes inside his close friend, thick shots of cum are blowing into the deep end of her anal hole, shots after shots are filling up her warm hole.

Mason groans out in loud volume, then drops his sweaty back onto the bed, catching his breathes.

Giselle finally hit her orgasm, she squirts out loudly for the 3rd time, intending to make a huge mess all over.

She’s slowly pulling her sore body out of Mason’s dick, cum is leaking out from her anus down to the bed.

Tired and sored, she’s somewhat able to walk her limping body towards the camera, turning her butt towards the lens.

Using her fingers, Giselle then spreads her buttcheeks and her gaping anal hole to the camera, showing her leaking hole towards it, keeping it for a proper few seconds.

Lastly, she turns herself facing the camera, drops down to the carpet to greet her audience one last time

“ Hahhh~~ I hope… your boys ... love the view~~ My holes… are so sored now ~~~ Hope you like ... seeing me ... being fucked like this~~ That’s about it for tonight~~ Please subscribe to aerichandesu_room, leave me some comments and tips, and I hope you see you soon !!~~ Goodnight boys~”

Giselle finally closes off the camera.

She then grabs the phone and in her tired self, climbs up to the bed and drops herself next to Mason, who’s still catching his breath, but already removes the mask out, as the two friends then drift into their naps.

 A few minutes passed by

“Holy shit that was crazy GI”

“Yeh, I couldn’t believe we did that, and with you too.”

“Ain’t no way in hell I would think of one day I’ll have a sex tape with you Gi”

“But... you did good~~ too good~”

“Hah… I did not believe I went that far with you lol. But seriously, kimochiii kimochiii? Man, that sounds cringy like those JAV haha.”

“Oh, shut up!! You’re the one who told me to be more NATURAL !!” Giselle slaps her hand onto Mason’s shoulder with the two both laugh out.

“Bruhhhh, you should see yourself screaming out like that, it was sooooo cringyyy hahaha.”

“Heyyyy I just tried to fulfill those horny boy’s lewd dreams haha. At least I did it!”

“Yeh of course you did Kimochi Girl lol.”

“Don’t call me that!” Giselle slaps his shoulder again.

“But yeh, that was fun, man, kind of unreal. So, are you going to upload that thing on?”

“I just did. Let’s see how the views and comments.”

Giselle opens her phone to her page and see the comments

Comments start :

Zeronoone : fucccckkkk I want to grab dem tits mannnnn!!! Girl you rockkkkk !!!

SMhater4life : Fuckkk, can’t believe you’ll do this for real aeri-chan !!!!!!!!!

Xxxxbididdy: I just cum a huge one for thattt!! You deserve big tips Babygirl !!!

“Goddamn it those commenters are cringe haha.” Mason laughs out.

“What do you expect from those guys Mason haha . But ooohhhh look at the views, already more than 4k likes and views already. I think it’s working!! Even have some tips too!!! Guess it will rise in a few days more”

“I guess mission accomplished?”

“Yepp!! High five !!”

“So, you’re hungry Gi? Man, I’m starving dude.”

“Me too, wanna grab some food? And you need someone to help you with the homework

too over the weekend. Don’t want you to slip those grades after all my efforts for you!”

“Sure, do GI, man, you’re a huge saver. You know, this is… more fun than I thought lol”

“Of course it’s fun, you get to fuck me, and you get my tutoring as a payback, right?”

“Yepppp. We … should do more hehe”

“Wanna go again ~~? NO camera this time~”

“Welp, guess food & homework going to have to wait hehe”

The two friends then engage in their sexual activities again for the night, going for some few hard rounds before packing up and go back to their apartments, not without getting some food and homework first before the night ends.

Back to present

“So that was how it happened. Mason and me ,well, we ... did a lot more after that and my OF page is racking up.”

“Woah, I cannot believe that dude Mason agreed to do this . I should’ve asked him before haha.” Karina teases Giselle while scrolling on her phone to see the views.

“Yehh, he’s nice to me ~”

“Anddddd, he fucked you good too haha . Are you two dating now?”

“Noooooo nooo! No dating!! Only … sex~”

“Yeh right, whatever Aeri-chan lol. Anyway, since you’re already cranking crazy views and such, I… have an idea~”

“What idea Rina?”

“How about... you and me, we do a collab, with Mason, and my partner~~ We should do a collab live, how’s that sounds for you Aeri-chan ~~?”

“Sounds good~”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I definitely need more Dad!Logan and or Pregnant!Reader! Anyway we can get something where Logan and the reader are married and they are teaching at the school (different classes) when the reader suddenly passes out during a lesson and it causes a frenzy and when she’s taken to med bay and tests are ran, it’s discovered she’s pregnant and she hadn’t been showing any symptoms until she passed out? From there we see some sweet moments through her pregnancy (also would it be Logan if he didn’t threaten Scott for getting too close to his family? 🤣)

sight to see

a/n: love this sm anon

Warnings: pregnancy, dad!logan

MASTERLIST | KOFI

It started off as a seemingly normal day, you say bye to Logan, giving him a kiss before you walked into your classroom, where all your students “ooohed” at you, causing your cheeks to heat and your eyes to roll, waving them off.

The lesson had started normal as well, you pointing to the chalkboard in front of you, making sure they were writing it down.

“So-“ you paused, suddenly feeling a wave of lightheadedness, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Mrs. Howlett? Are you okay?” You heard one of your students ask worriedly, all of them staring at you in confusion.

You smiled, swallowing before nodding, and trying to continue on with the lesson. Your ears rung, your vision getting slightly blurry, and your breathing picking up.

You suddenly dropped to the floor, the lead thing you heard being your students concerned voices in the back.

“Listen, kid, that’s not my prob-“ Logan stopped his sentence upon seeing multiple students rush into his classroom, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, hearing all their voices overlapping as they spoke.

“Woah, woah, woah, one at a fucking time.”

“Mrs. Howlett, she fainted in the middle of a lesson.” He heard one student say, to which he immediately shoved through the other students blocking him, practically running to your door.

He slammed it open, seeing Charles and Jean over you. He swallowed thickly, looking to the both of them.

“What the fuck happened? Is she okay?” He asked, walking over to them.

“She’s breathing, she’s fine. I just might need to take her down to the lab, run some tests.” Jean responded.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, running a hand through his hair, following Jean and the professor down to the lab.

Jean and Hank looked at the screen and then at each other. Logan sat impatiently next to you, his leg bouncing up and down, his hand holding yours.

Hank finally walked out and over to the both of you, Logan looking at him for answers.

“If what we’re seeing is…correct,” he glanced down at the picture in front of him before speaking. “Y/n is pregnant. 5 weeks pregnant.”

“What?” Logan spoke, confused out of his mind at the moment, in disbelief. “That’s not…. She hasn’t been showin’ any signs or nothing, I don’t- are you sure?”

“Uh.. here.” He handed him the picture, pointing to a little figure that showed up.

He looked at the picture and then at you, sighing and falling back into the chair, holding his face in his hands. He wasn’t prepared for this at all.

Hank swallowed, and decided to walk away, letting him think for a moment.

It was then that you woke up, letting out a groan and your other hand going to your head.

He looked up at you, standing up and going to your side.

“What the hell happened?” You asked groggily while he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead.

“You fainted. Your kids came in and told me.”

You sighed, looking up at him. He still held your hand in his, he sat back down.

“What? Why’d i faint?”

He sighed again, staring at you while he spoke in a low tone. “You’re pregnant.”

“I’m what?!” You squealed, whether out of confusion, happiness, or fear, you had no clue. Jean and Hank quickly came back in when they heard you were awake, explaining everything much better and clearer.

It took Logan a while to come around to the idea, to fully accept and grasp the fact that he was going to be a fucking dad. It seemed like something straight out of a dream to him. Something he never thought he would have.

He loved you, he always would. And although he was scared, he knew you were probably just as scared- if not more. That first night you found out, he fell asleep with his arms wrapped around your stomach in the small med-bay bed.

And for the remaining months, he was careful, he was even more doting. All the kids loved to tease him, calling him whipped and such. He just told them to shut up, but they never missed that small smile on his face.

And of course, once the baby did finally pop out, she was the most adorable little thing. Logan adored her. He never wanted to let go of her.

It was a sight to see, the usually gruff Logan howlett being soft with his wife and tiny baby.

He was the most overprotective dad and husband ever- especially when it came to Scott. He caught him looking at the both of you once, and he pulled out his claws.

But you would have it no other way, really. <3

[ot8xbangchansgirlsblog]

Oooh I love your ot8 writings so much!! Would you be able to write one where something bad happened to the reader while the boys are away on tour , like injury or is sad or something?

ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕕𝕤

Warning: Angst/comfort/fluff

Summary: Request!

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“Leeknow, can you please help me put up the chandelier in the study room? I can’t study without good lighting,” Y/N pouted, her eyes wide and pleading as she begged her boyfriend for help.

“Yeah, baby, as soon as I’m done with this,” Leeknow replied absently, barely glancing up from his laptop. He was deeply focused on reviewing and choreographing new dance moves for their upcoming tour. Y/N frowned at his lack of attention and decided to find someone else.

“Channie-Oppa,” she called softly, knocking on the door to his studio.

“Come in, babygirl!” Chan’s voice came from the other side, warm and welcoming. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, spotting Han and Changbin working at a table covered in papers.

“Hey, baby,” Chan said, pulling her onto his lap as she entered. “What can I do for you today?” He rested his cheek against hers, giving her a moment of comfort.

“Can one of you help me put up the chandelier in the study room? I asked Leeknow, but he seems too busy,” she pouted, giving them her best doe eyes.

“Tsssk, maybe not right now, bunny,” Changbin said, brushing his fingers gently along her thigh before kissing her temple. “We need to finish the tracklist for the tour, yeah? Maybe in a bit?”

“Binnie’s right,” Chan added, looking apologetic. “We’re really kind of swamped right now. Maybe in a few hours?”

Y/N huffed in frustration and slid off his lap, crossing her arms. “I don’t like that attitude,” Chan warned, his tone teasing, but there was a flicker of seriousness in his eyes.

“You guys never have time anymore, and I really need to study!” she whined, exasperated.

“Well, if you want us to keep a roof over our heads and have the finances for those expensive cars and Birkin bags you like, we have to make some sacrifices,” Han teased, his expression lightening the mood. Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help giggling as she leaned in to peck him on the lips.

“Fine, I’ll go find someone else to do it,” she sighed, making her way toward the door.

“See you later, baby!” Chan called after her, waving as she closed the door behind her.

Determined to find help, Y/N headed to the conference room, where she found Hyunjin and I.N. along with their manager, surrounded by stacks of papers. Felix was getting measured for some new outfits.

“There are my amazing models,” she chimed, trying to bring some cheer to the tense atmosphere.

“Hey, baby! I’m so sorry, but we really can’t talk right now,” Hyunjin whispered, his expression apologetic. “We’re in a fashion week meeting.”

“Is what you need important?” he asked, leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. Y/N glanced over his shoulder and realized they were indeed in a serious meeting. She cursed under her breath, then turned back to him.

“Baby, the love of my life—”

“Mhm, what do you want?” he raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Here’s my card,” he said, pulling it out to hand to her. “Buy whatever you need.”

“That’s not why I’m here, but thanks!” she giggled. “Can you or one of the others help me put up the chandelier in the study room? Pretty please?” She gave him her best puppy-dog eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll tell the boys, but not right now, okay?” he said quickly. “I have to go now. I’ll see you in a bit.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips and hurried off before she could respond.

Feeling defeated, she closed the door and made her way to the living room. Then it hit her—she still had two more boyfriends somewhere in the house! Not ready to give up, she decided to head to the instrument room.

She lightly knocked on the door, and I.N. called for her to come in. As she stepped inside, she noticed one of the instructors sitting in the corner, reviewing some papers.

“Hey, babe!” Seungmin greeted her with a warm smile, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. “Everything okay?”

“Can one of you help me put up the chandelier in the study room?” she asked, trying to sound hopeful.

“Maybe after we’re done with vocal practice, yeah?” Seungmin replied, nodding toward the instructor.

“Fine,” she huffed, frustrated but smiling nonetheless. “Thanks, guys!” she said, waving goodbye as she left.

The boys kept pushing her away with their busy schedules, and now the one thing she really needed help with remained undone. She didn’t want to study in any of their workspaces while they were gone; the whole reason they even had a study room was because Chan wanted her to have her own little space. As she walked away, she resolved to find a way to get that chandelier up—one way or another.

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The fall happened in an instant. One moment, Y/N was up on the ladder, carefully trying to fix the big chandelier, and the next, she was crashing down, the world spinning wildly around her. She hit the floor with a jarring thud, and everything went dark for a moment.

When her vision finally cleared, she was greeted by a shocking sight: shards of glass glimmered around her like a dangerous constellation, and a pool of crimson was slowly spreading out from beneath her. Her heart raced as she registered the pain throbbing in her head and the sharpness of it radiating through her body.

“Ow,” she groaned, her voice barely above a whisper as she attempted to assess her injuries. Panic began to rise in her throat as she looked at the blood pooling around her. “No, no, no…”

Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire. The tightness in her throat made it impossible to scream or call for help. All she could manage were muffled cries, silent and desperate, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Y/N’s phone lay just out of reach, the screen dark and unresponsive to her silent pleas for help. Her strength waned, and she felt her limbs grow heavy, as if the weight of her fear was pulling her down into the abyss.

“Help… someone…” she thought, but the words wouldn’t come. The room around her began to fade, shadows creeping in at the edges of her vision. Just as she felt herself slipping away, everything went black.

In that moment, the world faded, leaving only an echo of her own heartbeat and the haunting realization that she was utterly alone.

Beep Beep Beep Beep

The haunting beeping of hospital monitors filled Y/N's ears as she slowly regained consciousness. Bright white light pierced her eyes, making her squint against the harsh glare. A groan escaped her lips as she tried to process everything around her. Pain coursed through her body, sharp and relentless, and her memory felt like a jumbled puzzle.

As she shifted slightly, a cry of pain escaped her when she caught sight of her leg in a bulky cast. Panic surged through her.

“Y/N?”

She recognized the voice instantly. “T/N, you’re awake? Thank God! Don’t scare me like that!” Yeji exclaimed, sitting beside her with a steaming cup of coffee cradled in her hands.

“What happened?” Y/N groaned, looking over at her friend, trying to shake off the fog in her mind.

“You tell me, love. I just came over because we had plans, and I found you on the ground. I think you fell off the ladder,” Yeji explained, her fingers gently caressing Y/N's hand, trying to offer comfort.

“I—I was trying to…” Y/N struggled to gather her thoughts, her head pounding. “I was trying to put up the chandelier, and then I just fell,” she admitted, her voice weak.

“Girl! You have eight boyfriends for all that heavy lifting! Why would you do that?” Yeji questioned, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

“I told them, but they were busy getting ready for tour. They forgot…” Y/N sighed, trying to get comfortable in the stiff hospital bed.

“Well, look where that’s gotten us now,” Yeji softly scolded her. “Speaking of boyfriends, they’re on their way back. I called them.”

Y/N gasped, eyes widening in alarm. “Why would you tell them, Yeji? I’m fine!”

“Y/Nnie, are you crazy?! Have you seen yourself?!” Yeji exclaimed, looking at her like she had lost her mind.

“You have a broken arm and leg, cuts everywhere, and a huge concussion!”

“Yeah, but they have tour, Yeji! Their fans are more important,” Y/N replied, frustration creeping into her voice.

Yeji shook her head in disbelief. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“One sec, Chan is calling,” Yeji said, picking up her phone. Y/N groaned and closed her eyes, dreading the impending conversation.

The pain medication was strong, and when she next opened her eyes, it was five hours later. The room was filled with low chatter, and as her vision cleared, she saw all her boyfriends gathered around her.

“Hey,” she croaked, her voice raspy but still audible above the noise.

“Baby?” Chan was the first by her side, gripping her hand gently to avoid the IV. “Thank goodness you’re okay.”

“Hey, babe,” she replied, trying to shift for comfort, only to groan again.

“Don’t scare us like that again,” Han added, settling on her other side and placing soft kisses on her hand, while Felix sat in one corner, and I.N. perched on the other.

“Why did you guys come back?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she noticed the concern etched on their faces.

“I told you guys she’s gone mad,” Yeji chimed in from her spot in the corner, shaking her head.

“What do you mean why? Babe, you’re in the hospital with a concussion!” Leeknow said, disbelief lacing his voice.

“What even possessed you to get on that ladder?!” Changbin exclaimed, frustration evident.

“None of you wanted to put up the chandelier, so I thought—”

“You thought you could do it alone?” Chan interrupted, his tone serious. “Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“Well, none of you wanted to do it!” she snapped back, the pain in her body giving way to frustration. “You guys are always busy. I don’t even know why you’re here!”

The boys exchanged guilty looks, realizing how much they had let her down. “You’re right… I’m sorry, babe,” Chan said softly.

“Are you feeling better?” Changbin asked, concern filling his eyes. “Have you eaten?”

“The pain meds are helping, so yeah. But no, I haven’t eaten,” she admitted, her stomach growling in agreement.

“This is the second time she’s woken up; she hasn’t had the energy to eat yet,” Yeji explained, organizing the flowers and teddy bears that had been sent by fans.

“Thank you, Yeji, for taking care of her,” Hyunjin said, his gratitude evident.

“I am the better Hwang, after all,” she teased, a playful grin on her face.

“What would you like to eat, baby?” Seungmin asked, pulling out his phone.

“Anything… I don’t really care,” she huffed, trying to get comfortable again.

“Cuddle?” Felix pouted, his eyes filled with concern. He felt awful seeing her like this and wanted nothing more than to make her comfortable.

She nodded shyly, and he quickly crawled to her side, gently wrapping her in his arms. She leaned back, taking in his comforting scent.

“Did you guys get any rest?” she asked, looking at I.N., her youngest boyfriend.

“No, Noona. We just got here from the airport,” he frowned, his eyes filled with worry.

“Chan—”

“No, no, no. We aren’t going anywhere until they say you can leave the hospital,” he said firmly, his expression leaving no room for argument.

“But come on, it’s just a broken leg and arm, Take them home to at least get showered and rest, and you’ll be back,” she pleaded, trying to convince him.

But it was no use. All of them refused to budge.

So for two days, they all stayed at the hospital, living out of their suitcases and using the hospital bathrooms as their personal ones. Luckily, she was finally released, and they were able to go back home to their comfortable beds.

And as for the tour? Well, that had been forgotten in the chaos.

The ride home from the hospital was filled with a mix of excitement and exhaustion. As they pulled into the driveway, Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the familiar sight of their home. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. Finally, she was out of that sterile hospital room and back where she belonged.

“Welcome back baby,” Chan announced dramatically as they all stepped inside. The house felt warm and inviting, and she was immediately surrounded by her boyfriends, each eager to help her settle in.

“Let’s get you comfortable,” Han said, guiding her to the couch, where fluffy pillows awaited. As she sank into the cushions, a content sigh escaped her lips.

“I missed this place,” she murmured, letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment.

“Not as much as we missed you,” Seungmin replied, plopping down next to her and offering her a slice of her favorite cake. “Here, you need to eat something.”

“Thank you, Seungmin,” she smiled, taking a bite. The sweetness was comforting, and she could feel her energy returning just from the taste.

“I’ll grab you some water,” I.N said, jumping up. “And maybe some snacks, too!”

“You spoil her,” Leeknow teased, shooting a knowing glance at Y/N. “But I guess that’s our job now.”

As the boys hustled around, Felix crouched down beside the couch, looking up at her with his big, earnest eyes. “What do you need, Y/N? Just say the word, and I’ll make it happen!”

“Just having you all here is enough,” she replied, her heart swelling with affection.

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[harryspet]

ok but how would dark!Rafe react to the reader coming back to box with a baby she did not know she was pregnant with went she left? But since rafe was always too possessive she decided not to tell him that they had a kid 🙂‍↕️ they used to have some hook ups and was never a real commitment

[warnings] dark!rafe x reader, babydaddy!rafe, emotional/physical abuse, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

word count: 1.4k

“I’m here to pick up a cake. The name is Y/L/N,” You smiled at the young girl working behind the bakery counter as you bounced your toddler on her hip. You’d brought her stroller but Isla was beginning to insist on exploring whatever place you brought her to. You suffered, her weight on your hips, instead of dealing with another meltdown. She was an easy baby, you didn’t have too many sleepless nights when she was younger, but her mood had shifted over the past week.

She was more clingy, more irritable, and it was hard for her to understand that you were only staying on the island for a short time. The trip was brief, a week at most, but necessary. Your sister was getting married, the only reason you’d considered returning at all.

It had been over two years since you last walked these familiar piers, strolled past the charming beachside shops, or caught up with old friends and extended family. So much had changed in that time, not just in your life, but in this place that used to be home. 

“Give us just a few moments. We’re putting on some finishing touches.”

“No problem,” You nodded, still keeping your face pleasant. 

Isla was getting restless, so you decided it was time to let her down.

“Okay, Mama’s putting ya’ down, lovebug,” She was also walking a lot more and could usually walk a few feet on her own before falling. Simultaneously, you pushed her stroller out of the way while you helped her keep her balance with one arm, “Oooh, what’s that?” 

You were always asking her questions, wanting to keep a mental lexicon of all the new words she was using. You could barely keep track now. 

She was talking to herself, using the bakery counter to keep her balance as she walked. You smiled down at her, now able to fully focus on her, without that aching pain you felt on your side. You guided her away from reaching for a glass jar of candy, instead showing her over to a case that displayed a huge array of cookies. 

You heard the bell of the bakery door jingle, and instinctively, you looked up. For a moment, you froze, watching him stride in. Tall, commanding, if anything, time had only sharpened those edges. His face had hardened with the years, the boyishness you once knew replaced by something more formidable. His stature was wider, arms thicker, and chest pronounced. His hair, now buzzed short, added to the maturity that radiated from him, making him look even more intense than before. 

“I’ll take a black coffee. Make it an espresso,” You heard Rafe Cameron say. He hadn’t taken the time to look your way. Your instinct was to grab Isla and leave before he noticed you. Instead you turned your head and led Isla over to one of the cafe tables. 

Your mind was racing but you did your best to keep your movements calm. His voice had sent a chill down your spine and the last thing you needed was for him to notice you. He probably wouldn’t, you told yourself, since the last time he saw you, he didn’t even know you were pregnant. 

You tried to distract Isla by giving her one of her stuffed rabbits but her mood was shifting quickly. She wanted to look at all the baked goods through the glass and no toy would compare to that. Her lower lip started to tremble and as they did, you lifted her into your lap, “I know, baby,” You whispered but she arched her back, starting to wail, “Isla, not right now, please.”

You cooed at her and tried to rock her but now you were afraid you’d made the situation worse, drawn more attention to yourselves. 

“Y/N,” Rafe’s voice was low and you could already hear the disbelief. 

There was no way out of it. You’d been avoiding this exact confrontation and planned to never have to deal with this. When your eyes met with his, you thought of Isla, and kept her tight against you despite her protests. 

Rafe’s gaze bore into you, sharp and questioning, his eyebrow arched in a way that was both familiar and unsettling. His eyes flickered back and forth between you and Isla, trying to piece together the reality that had just unfolded in front of him. Then, with a heaviness that matched the tension in the air, he collapsed into the wooden seat beside yours. He seemed ...exhausted. He folded his arms over the table, his hands gripping the coffee cup as if it were the only thing grounding him.

Present blurred with the past, the intensity of his gaze pulling you back to memories you’d buried long ago. You thought of late nights, laughter and sneaking around. You remembered how he used to look at you, how he saw you at your most vulnerable and still made you feel cherished. 

“Rafe,” You finally spoke, slowly, “It’s been so long–”

“You weren’t ever going to tell me.” 

You swallowed hard, wondering how he had pieced it all together so quickly. Isla, still upset, stared up at Rafe with a mix of curiosity and fear, her small fingers tucked into her mouth. Even with tears streaming down her face, the resemblance was undeniable. She was a perfect blend of both of you—his eyes, your smile, a fusion of your skin tones and hair textures. Your carefully guarded secret was written all over her for him to see.

“No,” You said honestly, “My parents …I did it for them at first. They were concerned.”

“What? You think I’d hurt her or something. My own fucking kid?” He kept his voice at conversational level but the look in his eyes made it feel like it was yelling. 

“I didn’t know…you were so angry when we stopped hooking up,” You started to shrink which was exactly what you were afraid of, “And then when you got arrested …”

“Fuck,” Was all he said, “What’s …What’s her name?”

“Isla,” You answered.

“Isla,” Rafe repeated and for a moment, there was tenderness in his eyes as he looked down at her, “You were pregnant when you left?”

You nodded, “We’re just here for the rest of the week because of my sisters wedding.”

“Where do you live?” Rafe asked and this time you hesitated. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea …”

"I'm going to lay it out for you, Y/N," Rafe began, his voice low and dangerous, his gaze locked on you. "You're going to tell me where you've been living, everything you've been hiding from me these past two years. I want to know who you've been with, who you’ve spread your legs for, who you've let near my daughter. Then, the two of you are coming back to Kildare, and you're going to let me be a part of her life. No more secrets. No more running."

His demands, raw and unfiltered, made you feel a rush of emotions. Fear and anger settled over your features, “Rafe. It’s not …it’s not happening. It’s not about you or me. This is all for her.”

“I’m not letting you shut me out again. Do you understand that?” The young girl behind the counter called your name and you made a move to stand up but Rafe reached across the table to grab your arm. 

“We have to go and I need time to …to figure this out.”

He shook his head and you winced at the pressure he was putting on your skin. “Time? You’ve had two years, Y/N. Two years without me. You walk out of here, I will find you. You leave this island and I will search for you.” 

“This isn’t the place for this. Let me go,” You gritted your teeth. 

“You know what I’m capable of, right?” He eyed you sharply, unrelenting. You thought back to those happy memories. When things were good, they were incredible and when things were bad …You never had a label with Rafe and yet every guy you talked to that wasn’t him always seemed to end up injured or broke contact with you, “And things have changed around here. There are more lines, different lines, I’m willing to cross.”

You knew that coldness in his eyes, you’d seen it many times in the aftermath of his rage. “Rafe, please,” You whispered, “For Isla’s sake.”

“She’s mine and so are you.” You finally nodded, tears stinging your eyes, and he finally loosened his grip.

You made your way with Isla and her stroller back to the counter, collecting your sister’s wedding cake. As you reached your car, you glanced back, half-expecting Rafe to follow you. But he remained inside, watching you through the glass.

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[stargazedwinchester]

ִ ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ `tarot cards and crystal balls, sam winchester ༘♡

summary: you visit a 'natural born' psychic reader. is what she saying the truth? word count: 1,011 pairing: sam winchester x reader

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You and Sam made a brief pit stop at some out-of-the-way town, initially stopping for a quick bite to eat. That’s when you both noticed a tent, covered in fairy lights and wind chimes tinkling against each other in the mid-America heat.

There’s a hand-painted sign perched on a bench outside of the tent, reading “Clairvoyant Readings - Natural-Born Teller” in a cursive gold script. Your eyes dart to Sam.

“C’mon, Sammy,” you beg. He rolls his eyes playfully. You tug at his sleeve, making him chuckle. “Alright, don’t say I never take you anywhere nice.” He teases, and the pair of you make your way over to the tent.

He lifts the entrance open for you, allowing you to walk inside. A woman, maybe in her early forties, curly black hair and a lovely patterned gown greets you as she shuffles her cards.

The room smells faintly of incense and sage. Candlelight flickers and casts shadows on the crystals lined up on a table behind her, casting beautiful reflections.

“Welcome! Come on in,” she chirps, getting up from her chair and waltzing over to you.

Her smile widens as her gaze goes from you—to Sam. “Oooh,” she says, her eyes sparkling. “I love it when couples visit me.”

“Oh—we’re not—” You stop her, Sam chuckling awkwardly behind you. You turn your head and notice him scratching the back of his head, a shy smirk appearing.

She laughs gently, like she’s heard it many times before. “I see.” She says with a wink, guiding you toward the table. “But hearts don’t lie, even when mouths do.”

You shoot Sam another quick look, and suddenly he finds a spot on the wall very interesting.

She flicks through her cards before laying them face down beside her. She opens up her hand to take yours, before tracing her finger across the lines on your palm. Her brows furrow slightly, sitting in complete silence.

She shifts, and you look at her for something—anything. She sighs lightly. “There’s a deep connection here. A longing for something.”

Your lips part, but no words come out. You realise she isn’t looking at you—her eyes are distant. “There’s someone close to you,” her eyes look up, “very close. Strong and level headed. Burdened by the things he doesn’t say.” Her eyes flick back to yours. She smiles warmly, reaching for her cards.

She shuffles them, cards flicking against each other but somehow staying together.

One falls out.

Sam’s jaw is tight, his brows drawn just slightly, like he’s bracing for something. His eyes meet the psychic’s for a second and then lowers his gaze.

You can feel your pulse in your ears.

She hums quietly to herself, as if she can’t already feel the tension fill the tent.

“Three of Swords. Past wounds and slash or lingering sorrow. Someone has unspoken feelings.”

You eye Sam, who’s watching intently. He doesn’t want you to see how intrigued he actually is, because in his eyes, all this is is made up.

She shuffles again. Another card slips away from the others.

“Two of Swords.” She hums, pointing to the design on the front of the card.

“Major indecision and inner conflict. Someone is too afraid to speak their mind. To tell you something they’ve been dying to say.”

She shuffles once more, and this card makes your heart skip a beat.

The Lovers.

The psychic laughs almost accidentally, like she knows something you don’t. She slides the card over to you, and you glare at it like it’s supposed to be blatantly obvious.

“I think you know what this one means.” She glances at you, her eyes wide and knowing. She doesn’t even shift toward Sam, because she knows. You look over at him, and he’s unreadable. He’s too still. Too quiet.

You sit in a comfortable silence for a moment before she collects the cards and moves them to the table behind her. “That’s all I have for today.”

You shift out of the chair, paying her promptly before leaving the tent. Sam steps out behind you a second later, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You walk in silence for a few moments, your lips parting as if you’re needing to say something, but the words are stuck in your throat. Sam clears his.

“So… are we just going to pretend that didn’t happen?”

He exhales. “I was kinda hoping you would.”

You glance up at him, and he avoids eye contact.

“She was right, wasn’t she?”

You stop in your tracks, causing him to turn around. He stands before you, back hunched and rocking on the balls of his feet. “Maybe.”

You scrunch your eyebrows, squinting slightly in the sunlight.

“Sammy…”

“Yeah.” He says, no hesitation. “She was.”

The world goes quiet for a beat, just the wind and the chatter of the people beside you. He looks over at you, his voice now low and sincere. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to screw anything up. I thought nothing would come of it.”

Your chest feels tight, but in a good way.

“You’re an idiot, do you know that?”

He laughs. Full smile and all. “Yeah. I’ve been told.”

The pair of you don’t move. He glances at the ground. “Y’know, I didn’t think you’d see me like that.”

“You should’ve just told me.” You say, and Sam stares at you. He gives a small nod, like he’s filing this moment away carefully, as if it matters. And it does.

He takes his hand out of his pocket, and your fingers brush lightly with his. He looks down, then up at you again, softer this time.

“C’mon, we better get back before Dean starts calling Bobby for backup.”

You laugh, hoping that the conversation flows back to ten seconds ago. But it doesn’t.

The gravel crunches under your boots; the heat sticking to your skin and the space between you feels different now. It’s unspoken but not uncomfortable, but full of questions neither of you are ready to ask.

Not yet, but maybe someday.

[pure-smut]

pain and pleasure.

featuring: Coach Ukai x f!reader

contains: virgin!reader, college coach!Ukai, dubcon/noncon (reader is defo coerced), reader dumbification, power imbalance, missionary, groping, Ukai is not a good guy in this I'm sorry!!!

note: all characters are over 18!

MDNI | 18+ content

word count: 1.8k

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You can pinpoint the exact day Coach Ukai smiled at you differently than usual. His face remained as serious as always but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. A hunger. You didn’t recognise it at the time but you flush regardless.

You haven’t been on the college volleyball team for long but you practiced four times a week, so you see Ukai often. His t-shirt is fitted against his broad chest and you would sometimes gaze at his forearms, not sure why you enjoy them so much but savouring them anyway. He’s the kind of coach that girls swoon over, giggling and whispering to each other, “He’s so hot!”. So, when you looks at you, hungry, you’re flattered and smile back.

“Y/N,” he calls as the team files out. “I need a word with you.”

“Oooh.” The rest of the team laugh as you blush furiously. “Y/N’s in trouble!”

It’s true you had missed a couple of spikes and you’re still working on your receive but nothing you think you’d get in trouble for. You linger awkwardly, tugging at the hem of your jersey as everyone leaves. Coach Ukai cocks his head.

“Relax, Y/N,” he says. “You’re not in trouble.”

He crosses his arms and trails his eyes over you. It’s not the first time you’ve seen that look in a man but it’s the first time it’s caused butterflies to break out in your stomach. You lower your eyes, wishing you could shake off your awkwardness. But you have to admit, you’re enjoying his laser-focussed attention, even if you don’t know what to do with it.

“However,” Ukai breaks the silence. “You haven’t been making the progress I expect from you.”

“Oh.” You glance up, crestfallen at the idea of disappointing him, but he doesn’t look overly displeased. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Ukai crosses the few steps between you. He’s close enough to make your heart start thumping.

“It’s nothing serious – I think you need to work on the theory more,” he explains, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m happy to tutor you in the evenings.”

You swallow, unsure what to say. Have you really been doing so badly you need extra tutoring. You manage to make yourself match his eye contact, aware of how much taller he is than you.

“Here’s my address,” he says, apparently unbothered by your uncertaintly, and passes you a piece of paper. “Come around at six.”

“Of course, sir.” You clutch the paper to your chest and leave quickly, breathless.

*

It’s a warm evening so you wear your sundress as you arrive at Coach Ukai’s house. He ushers you in quickly, showing you to his living room. When he offers you a glass of wine, you’re not sure but you want him to think you’re sophisticated so you agree.

You expect to sit at a desk but instead, he guides you to the couch where you both sit down. Ukai’s wearing an easy smile as he rests his arm on the back of the couch.

“You’re getting on well with the team,” he remarks as you take a small sip of wine.

“Yeah, I think so.” You nod, not sure what to do with your hands so taking another drink. “We’re friends.”

“And we’re friends too, right, Y/N?”

You nearly choke on the wine. Ukai smiles at you with that hunger in his eyes again. Not for the first time, you feel like prey under a predators’ gaze.

“Y-yeah. Of course.”

“I’d like to be more than friends.” He reaches out to brush a thumb across your cheek.

He’s so close you can smell his cologne. It’s intoxicating.

“More than friends?” you breathe. Your heart thumps against your ribcage.

“But it would need to be a secret,” he whispers, his face inches from yours. “Can you do that?”

“Yes.” You nod, closing your eyes. “I’d do anything for you, sir.”

Ukai’s lips are on yours, the roughness of his stubble at odds with the softness of his mouth. It warms every inch of you. He cups your face and pushes you back on the couch, putting both your glasses of wine to the side. You feel so small under his large form, so completely powerless under the weight of him.

Ukai kisses you deeply, hungrily, but with a slowness that suggests he’s savouring it. You arch your back, feeling so desired you want to close every inch between you.

“Good girl,” Ukai moans, moving from your mouth to your neck.

Thrilled, you raise your chin, allowing him better access to the delicate skin of your neck. He licks across your windpipe, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. His hand moves from your face down to the neckline of your dress, tugging it down. You only remember you’re braless when you feel the rough callouses of his hand as it closes over your breast.

“W-wait,” you gasp. “I’m not sure about this.”

You had never gone this far with anyone before, let alone someone fifteen years your senior. A stab of fear cuts through your excitement. But Ukai only continues to fondle you, his mouth on your neck.

“You wanted this,” he breathes against the shell of your ear. His fingers pinch your nipple in a way that sends a jolt through your body. “You came in here with no bra on, teasing me.”

Ukai’s words conflict you. Are you being a tease? Are you being unfair by flaunting your breasts and not allowing him to touch them?

Coach Ukai pays no mind to your hesitation, pulling down the neckline of your dress to expose both of your tits to him. You inhale sharply, the most exposed and vulnerable you’ve ever felt with someone. You automatically raise an arm to cover yourself but he grabs your wrist, pinning it above you. You struggle against him.

“Please, sir,” you beg.

“You’ve been throwing yourself at me.” He kisses your neck with a gentleness that contradicts with his rough words. “You want this so you can stop pretending and just enjoy it.”

You give one last struggle before giving up, deflated at his superior strength and his words. You had wanted this. How many girls would kill to be in this position with Ukai right now? He’s right. You teased him so it’s only fair you let him have his way.

Ukai feels you sag against him and kisses your lips again. You kiss him back.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs into your mouth. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You nod, tears threatening to spill.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it feel good,” Ukai assures you.

He repositions himself between your legs, forcing them apart, your dress riding up to your hips. You can’t ignore the hardness presses against your mound and you’re thankful you kept your panties on, if not your bra.

Coach Ukai moves his mouth down to your nipples, capturing one in his mouth and sucking with his hand massages the soft flesh. Despite your fear, your body is getting aroused and you know you’re wet already. Your clit throbs and you find yourself grinding against his hardness, your hips moving on their own.

“You want it, baby?” Ukai pulls his mouth away and unbuckles his belt.

You nod, tears finally spilling. You hate yourself for it but you’re start to become desperate to orgasm. Ukai pulls down his jeans and boxers, just low enough for his cock to spring free. You look down but can’t see much in the semi-darkness and through your wet lashes. But you do feel it slap against your clit, causing you to involuntarily arch your back.

“Look at you spreading your legs for me,” Ukai groans, running a finger along my clothed pussy. “Look at how wet you are for your coach’s cock.”

Ukai hooks a finger under your panties and pulls them to the side, his eyes fixed on your glistening lips. A grin plays on his lips.

“You really want it.”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question but you nod anyway.

“Yes, sir. Please.”

You feel a pressure on your pussy as Ukai lines the fat head of his cock up with your entrance, keeping your panties pulled out of the way. He smears his precum against your lips, mixing with your arousal.

“If you want to stay on the team, you’re gonna have these tutoring sessions with me every week,” Ukai instructs you.

His thumb strokes your swollen clit, sending sparks through your body.

“Oh, god…” you moan, so close to cumming you can’t think straight.

“Understand?”

“Yes, sir. Yes. Please, sir.”

You buck your hips against his thumb but he uses his other hand to press your hips against the couch, keeping you still. He keeps up the steady circles on your clit, his thumb slick with your juices, and begins to push himself inside you.

You expected your first time to hurt but it doesn’t. You feel Ukai stretch you but you’re so wet, it only provides further stimulation. He pushes himself slightly further before pulling out and sliding back in again, going deeper each time. The combination of his cock stroking in and out of you and his rubbing your clit sends you over the edge.

Your body tenses as waves and waves of pleasure course through you. Coach Ukai keeps up his steady rhythm through your orgasm, keeping you pinned against the sofa. He groans as your slick, hot walls contract around his cock, squeezing him tight.

“Good girl,” he grunts, only removing his thumb when you start to whimper from overstimulation.

He leans forward, grabbing the armrest of the couch to leverage himself as he starts to pound at you. His hips snap against the back of your thighs as he buries himself as deep as he can go. Ukai’s previous measured tenderness has gone, replaced with animalistic desire.

His calloused hands grope your breasts roughly as they bounce under the force of his fucking. He slaps them and pinches your nipples, enjoying the feel of your firm flesh under his palm.

You let him do what he wants, still dazed from creaming on his cock, obediently keeping your legs spread for him.

“So fucking tight, fuck.”

Ukai’s breathing quickens, his cock throbbing inside you. You don’t have time to realise what’s happening, that he’s not wearing a condom, before he buries himself to the hilt and spills inside you. Your half-lidded eyes snap open as you feel him, hot and sticky as he coats your walls with a groan.

Ukai collapses on top of you, his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, sir,” you whisper. “Thank you for fucking me.”

Ukai raises his head to kiss you, his softness returning.

“Every week, you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

[phillietemple]

analyzing the TIT preshow playlist

I don't remember when, but in a preshow dan said something about how he carefully curated the terrible influence playlist to reflect the exact themes of the show, and that like, you could listen to every song and analyze how it connects to the content of the tour. so I decided to do exactly that! yapping under the cut

also here's a link to the playlist if you haven't seen it!

now i'll be honest, at first i didn't entirely believe dan because he has a tendency to exaggerate things like that lmao. and i saw some of the selections on this playlist and was like "wdym that's about something completely different how is that connected to tit." but then i listened to it with phannie goggles on and like.. he was not kidding! a few of them are a stretch, but all of these songs could be read in a way that is thematically connected to the show.

we know that the tour's main theme is dan and phil healing their relationship with their audience. this is a parasocial relationship that has at times been incredibly toxic for both parties involved (that's what their own song was about). it got to be too much and they had to step away for a bit, but now they are SO BACK and better than ever in a new era where they're older and gayer and everyone's just having fun.

Idolize - Dorian Electra

parasocial moment! yeah this is 100% what’s going on. “i don’t play nice, I scratch, I bite / and I just might have to idolize your life” this is like, the whole problem, isn’t it? great choice for the first song

2. JOYRIDE - Kesha

this one’s so fun. as part of this playlist it’s kind of saying “get ready, this show is about to change your life.” there’s also the line “don’t even try to g-give me shit, i’ve earned the right to be-be like this” which kind of makes sense for this new era.

3. New Woman - LISA, ROSALÍA

i mean this song is about rebirth/ rediscovering yourself and gaining confidence so it definitely applies to this new era of dan and phil. i like the line “pain has come and gone again"

4. Otaku Hot Girl - Megan Thee Stallion

this is dnp recognizing the anime nerds in the audience lol. this song is funny, it’s also very confident which is becoming a theme

5. Drama - aespa

“i bring all the drama” i mean yeah that’s us. that’s this show

6. Talk To Me - Two Shell, FKA twigs

oooh this one’s good. “called you just to check you never wanna see me again / i fly high with the hope that you’ll look up / with one chance, i just wanna be the one that you love” this is like, during the hiatus. we just wanted to talk to them! and i think that goes for both sides!

7. Busy Girl - Tove Lo

another confidence song! this one specifically being more about hustling and being good at your job. dan and phil ARE busy girls. and they are the center of our world

8. Death and Romance - Magdalena Bay

i love this song! and it’s definitely about a toxic/ slightly codependent relationship. “my hands, your hands, I’ll hold forever / no way I’ll break hold, no, not ever / yeah i give and you give til it’s all that we have / you know nothing is fair in death and romance” and interestingly, at the end it changes to “you give and you give til it’s all that you have” which kind of signifies burnout on one side. dude!!

9. Starburned and Unkissed - Caroline Polachek

i had trouble with this one at first since the lyrics are so abstract, but the chorus starts with “come home,” and like. yeah. it’s about missing someone/ something. we’re literally coming home guys

10. So Long London - Taylor Swift

haha funny because they’re leaving london to go on tour. except wait a minute. “how much sad did you think I had / did you think I had in me? how much tragedy? just how low did you think I’d go before I’d self-implode / before I’d have to go be free?” ughh it’s hiatus!! we got a happy reunion eventually but this is the sad “breakup” before that. oof

11. Please Please Please - Sabrina Carpenter

ok the phannie interpretation of this is really funny. the song is about being ashamed of a partner who may not be the best person and how it reflects back on you. “I beg you, don’t embarrass me motherfucker” could definitely apply to both sides here. they’re saying “you guys are crazy but we love you anyway”

12. Lithonia - Childish Gambino

they’re in their era of not giving a fuck! wait this is crazy. “Cody LaRae / he had a break / he’s finding out that nobody gives a fuck” dan and phil had a break and then came back and found out their fans are chill and awesome!!

13. Heartbreak Feels So Good - Fall Out Boy

i haven’t listened to FOB in a long time but this song is really good. it’s kind of about going through a lot but having fun and dancing anyway. like it’s a very emotional song and we don’t even know what those emotions are anymore it’s just A Lot. “we could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves” yeah!!

14. DiE4u - Bring Me The Horizon

another toxic relationship song! i like the bridge. “this isn’t love, this is a car crash / this isn’t love, this is a bloodbath / this isn’t love, this is a sentence” guys we’re stuck with each other.

15. This Is Why - Paramore

“this is why I don’t leave the house” i mean….. yeah lmao

16. LUNCH - Billie Eilish

this is kind of just a song about being lesbian. i mean it’s queer joy! that’s relevant! i think it’s here for the girl kissers in the audience and also because this album was the best of the year argue with the wall

17. Rush - Troye Sivan

and this one’s for the gays! this is a really obvious choice i mean it’s troye sivan. dnp sing this all the time too

18. Von dutch - Charli xcx

this one is SO good. the confidence song to end them all. “cult classic but i still pop” they’re literally number one you bitches could NEVER. dnp don’t really have haters or people pretending not to like them the way charli is singing about, but the song still fits so well and is just such a banger. fantastic choice

19. HOT TO GO - Chappell Roan

this is also just queer joy! it’s on here so that everyone can sing along and do the dance in the audience which was a 10/10 experience let’s go lesbians

20. Toxic - Britney Spears

the perfect one to end it on. the adrenaline that came with hearing this song start right before the show was insane, and like, the whole time i’ve been saying this is the story of a toxic relationship! so what better song to illustrate that, not to mention dnp’s history with it like it’s just beautiful.

ok that's the end hope you enjoyed reading my barely coherent rambling! lmao i figured at least a few of you give a shit about stuff like this so there you go. have a lovely day

[narcjsistx]

i recently watched kpop demon hunters and WOW, i loved it! but at the same time, i thought, why not combine my current main fandom with this movie? sooo yeah, here i am lol

sooo basically RUMI!READER X JINU!KAISER obviously, spoiler alert if you haven’t seen the movie yet

"hhat part of the phrase 'don't follow me' isn't clear to you?"

"oh, i understand perfectly what you're saying, after all, demons and humans share the same language. the difference is, i don't do what you tell me to"

"don’t you really have anything better to do than follow me around? don’t you have... your band or something?"

"don’t worry, ness and isagi can handle the others just fine"

keeping on walking is the only option, otherwise you risk truly becoming a murderer of your own kind — which, in truth, you already are. but taking him out would definitely be more satisfying, especially when you think you’d never have to hear his annoying voice again. you need to find a solution as soon as possible to eliminate the saja boys, but it's pretty hard when their leader suddenly has the one and only desire to follow you. you’re also, unfortunately, aware that he’s the only one who apparently shares your same condition

as much as you want to suppress this feeling, you know he’s the only one who can answer the questions that have been circling in your mind for as long as you can remember

you turn quickly, the blade materializing in your hands as you press it to his throat, nudging it slightly toward the patterns that make you alike. he smirks, raising his hands to shoulder height — probably more amused than you’d like. the more he tests you, the more you lose your temper around this demon

"oooh, have you already reached the part of your evil plan where you lure me into your pathetic little trap to eliminate me? i thought you'd at least want a few more answers from me before doing this"

as you look him in the eyes, it hurts to admit that you can’t eliminate him now. you can’t do it because deep down, you know you’d never get another chance like this — a chance to finally talk freely to someone about your situation. someone who, for better or worse, knows what it means to be two opposing things at once. someone who shares your patterns

you drop the sword to the ground, and the moment it touches the earth, it vanishes into thin air. you lower your gaze breathing heavily, your mind flooded with thoughts that won’t stop — thoughts you wish you didn’t have to hide from the others. a light touch makes you flinch as his hand gently rests under your chin, lifting it slightly. hs looks at you with his usual smug expression, but behind his eyes, for the first time, you see a sense of belonging. his hand moves to your side, gently pulling you closer to him, and involuntarily your gaze lowers to see its purple patterns shining under the night sky, with yours

"you know perfectly well how much you need me, and how much i need you too. so why don't you set aside, just for a moment, the thought of having to eliminate me, and let's talk face to face about what makes us unique?"

his grip on your side tightens slightly, just enough to make you a little nervous about being so exposed. you open your mouth to answer him but you close it again, aware that you don’t really have an answer — at least, not one that your reputation would expect. instead, you find yourself softening a little under his touch. the need for answers about yourself pushes you to set aside your goal — the one everyone expects

"you and i... we’re not the same. i know you want to kill me"

"don’t you want to do the same to me?"

"you’re a demon, i have to"

"so are you. i could have taken you out seconds ago, yet you’re still in my arms. i know i can give you what you want, y/n"

"it's impossible that you wouldn't ask me for something in return. i can’t give you my life in exchange for some answers about myself"

kaiser leans close to your ear, his hand sliding up slightly to stroke your spine. you find yourself pressing your lips together, a warmth burning your cheeks

"i could ask you to give me the honmoon, to finally let our species go free. but a kiss from you is enough"

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[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams

(Dean x female reader)

Summary Dean tells you about his retirement plan: "a beach somewhere, toes in the sand. Couple of little umbrella drinks, Hawaiian shirts, obviously." CWs Fluff. Dean being a dork. Retirement. Beach holidays. Bikinis. Cuddling. Flirting. Cheeseburgers (it'll make sense, promise). Rated Teen. 948 words.

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Dean Winchester puts his arm around you as you’re lying in bed, and he tells you about his retirement plan.

“So we’re on the beach, right, and you’re wearing a bikini.”

So far, you like this plan.

“It’s a tiny bikini,” Dean clarifies, like you weren’t imagining that already.

“I mean I’m talking skimpy. Like there’s barely any fabric on that thing. Lots of strappy stuff but the fabric, I mean, you couldn’t dress a rat in the amount of fabric this thing has.”

“What a sexy image,” you chuckle.

Dean isn’t deterred.

“And it’s see-through, or lacy or whatever, so it’s really, like, even the fabric that is there isn’t doing much--“

You poke him in the ribs and he twitches.

“I think I got the idea,” you say. “Tell me about the drinks.”

“Oooh, the drinks,” he says and thinks for a second. “They come in those weird looking belly-glasses. No, no, they come in coconuts. Umbrellas, like I said, and a stripey straw.”

You make a face. “I don’t really like coconut.”

He turns his head, frowns. “You don’t?”

“No,” you say. “The taste is fine but something about the texture…”

He thinks again, summoning all of his exotic beach holiday knowledge. “Pineapple then?”

You pretend to think about it but the truth is you would drink ocean water for even five seconds of what Dean is describing.

“I guess pineapple’s fine. But, you know, about that bikini-“  

Dean grins, glad the conversation is going back in that direction.

“Skimpy,” he repeats.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say and roll your eyes. “You know I’m gonna have sand everywhere, right?”

“Oh yeah?” Dean says, and his tone sounds flirty. He nudges you with his nose.

“Not sexy, Dean,” you reply. “Have you ever worn a thong at the beach?”

He pulls you a little closer, does the nose thing again.

“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” he whispers, and it shouldn’t do the things it does to you.

You clear your throat, continuing your act that none of this is affecting you at all.

“And you, Sam and Cas are wearing Hawaiian shirts?” you clarify.

He goes mmh-hmm.

“Color-coded, of course,” you clarify further.

Dean pouts in thought, and it takes everything in you to not grab his face and turn it toward you, kiss him til you’re breathless.

“Sure, we can do color-coded,” he says finally.

“Cause I really like you in blue,” you tell him, your hand that is resting on his chest doing little circles. “You don’t wear it enough.”

“Thanks, babe,” he says.

You’re both quiet for a while. 

"Can't really see Cas wearing a Hawaiian shirt," you say, looking up at Dean.

He nods. "I was thinking the exact same thing just now."

"Maybe a Hawaiian trenchcoat? Is that a thing?" you suggest.

Dean makes a face.

"If it is, it shouldn't be."

You lay your head back on his chest.

"And would you take a machete with you and get us fruit that we eat off a big palm leaf?" you ask, hoping he'll tell you more.

"No machete," he says. "No weapons. It's a no-weapons-allowed-kinda-beach."

"Ah, one of those," you nod.

"Besides," he adds after a second, lifting his head a little to look at you. "You just said you don't like coconut."

"There's other fruit in the wild, Dean," you tell him, like duh.

"Nah," he says, drops his head again. "Sounds like too much work. We're here to relax, remember?"

"Ah," you say. "Of course. Silly me. But then what will we eat, Dean?"

He thinks for a while.

"Well, I couldn't just eat plants," he says. "That's a Sam thing. I need more sustenance."

He grins suddenly, then adds: "I've tried to amend by carnivorous habits."

You frown. "When?"  

He puts his hand over yours on his chest, does a little tapping thing with his fingers.

"But I needed some kind of sensuous treat," he says, not answering your question.

"Dean, are you losing your mind?" you ask. "Is this it?"

His arm that's around you goes down to your butt. 

"Like a big warm bun," he says.

You move up on your elbow and look at him, and he has the most shit-eating grin you have ever seen on him on his face, and that's saying something.

"Dean, are you quoting Jimmy Buffet!?"

And then he belts: "Cheeseburgers in paradise!"

"Oh my god," you drop your head back on his chest but you can't help but laugh.

He keeps singing, a little softer, a little off-key, and you are shocked at how well he knows the lyrics.

You join in on the second chorus but you don't know the lyrics as well so you're mostly mumbling, but it's enough to make Dean pull you closer.

"That's so stupid," you say when the song is done, but you're still grinning.

"You love it," he replies.

He's stroking your arm gently, lulling you in.

"And when the sun goes down," he says, softly, "we're lying in the sand just like this. It's still hot but there's a cool breeze, but don't worry, cause I'm gonna keep you warm. And we can hear the ocean and it's pretty goddamn magical."

How could you every worry about anything with him around?

"Only the ocean?" you ask. "No more Jimmy?"

His chest vibrates with his chuckle. "I got a rendition of Margaritaville that'll blow your mind."

"You're on, Winchester," you say, but your own voice sounds farther away and your eyes have closed.

Dean pats your hair, moves so he can plant a kiss on the top of your head.

"It'll be so good," he says and then you're asleep.