#push da button

[invisible-pink-toast]

shug avery making sure everybody knows how important celie is to her no matter the adaptation

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Sincerely have not gotten this off my mind since I first saw it.

[villainanders]

You guyyyyys the merrill option is not actually voting for Merrill, its the bald option. Please don’t fuck up the poll I was going to put the winner against her 😭😭😭

Has anyone done would Anders or Fenris win in a fight. Like at the full height of what their powers would imply as a highly trained warrior augmented with lyrium + abomination who can black out and wake up to a room of obliterated templars and wardens. I know in balanced gameplay Fenris bodies Anders easily

[sirxlla]

The Child You Had Before You Started Dating Him Calls Him Daddy (Batboys)

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Dick: Dick came into your apartment with flowers in his hand which prompted Jasmin to bolt as soon as she heard the door.

"D- Da- Daddyyy." Jasmin cuddles his leg giggling. Dick laughs as well and sets the flowers down on the table before scooping her up.

"How's my sweet girl? Hmm?" Dick tickles her and she errupts in laughter which makes a smile flood your lips.

"Da- Daddy stop!" She was just squirming and giggling, happier than ever. Her favorite parts of the day were with you and with Dick.

"Okay, I'll stop." He kisses her forehead before setting her down and she runs off to go play with her today.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about that...Some of the teachers at her school started asking about her Dad and she asked them what a dad was...Once it was described to her, she said it was you....or at least thats at least how I was told it happened."

"Oh, Baby. Dont worry about it. It's no big deal and I'm happy Jazzy thinks of me like her father. I love you both and I'm honored she feels that way." He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

"I brought you flowers by the way, Sweetheart and you look amazing as always."

Jason: Aurora sat in Jason's lap as he played Fortnite watching the tv as Jason controlled the character and racked up kills.

"Kick their butts, Daddy!" She screamed which caused Jason to freeze for a second as he questioned if he heard her right. Jason continued playing the game and won. (ofc he did) You entered the room with two plates of chicken nuggets, Aurora's favorite.

"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy won!" Aurora squealed in her pride over Jason winning.

"Oh, did he?" You and Jason looked both as just confused, you never told her to call him that, she did it on her own.

"Rory he's not your-" You started cause you thought Jason would be upset about it due to the confused look on his face.

"Babygirl, it's fine. If she wants to call me that then I don't mind." Jason stated with a smile.

"Princess, Go wash your hands before dinner, Okay?" Jason asked Aurora.

"Okay, Daddy!" She scrambled out of Jason's lap to the bathroom.

"I guess you're not the only one calling me Daddy now." He smirked.

"Jason!" You laughed as heat filled your cheeks, that was something neither of you really brought up but both seemed to enjoy like a guilty pleasure.

Bruce: "No! I push button!" May yelled at Bruce...She has the gall of men a hundred times larger than her, probably her taking after Bruce as far as you could tell.

"Oh, is that so Little Boss Lady?" Bruce teasingly mocked her, the same stance where her hands were on her hips, she narrowed her eyes and he narrowed his back before sticking out his tongue and making a silly face.

"You're such a Silly Billy, Daddy!" She giggles as she speaks to him, distracted from button pushing.

"Am I?" He smiled as the words came out of his mouth, of course his other kids would call him Dad time to time but knowing May felt so comfortable to do so meant the world to him.

"You wanna push the button? We can do it together?" Bruce asked with a smile and an inquisitive look as if he didnt already know the answer.

"I push button with Daddy?" She asked as she took her thumb out of her mouth.

"Yeah, we push it together." He said as he took the hand she didn't have in her mouth and pushed the button with him.

Tim: Anna had crawled into the bed after a while of her being up, like a little gremlin she jumped up and down.

"Daddy, wake up! Wake up, Daddy! I go back to school! You come me with me and Mommy! I show everyone Daddy!"

Of course he was tired from a night of long crime-fighting, as soon as he was coherent enough to realize what she was asking of him that she wanted to introduce him to everyone as her Dad he quickly got up.

"Go to Mommy, I'm gonna get dressed, Okay? Then we go back to school together, Okay?" He ruffled the little girls hair.

"You match with me?" She asked as she twirled around in her Toy Story tee dress that Tim got her a couple weeks back, he'd get her the moon if she asked.

"Of course, I'll match with you." Tim's closet was full of graphic tees so she could just about wear anything and he could match. He slipped on a shirt that had the little green aliens on it from Toy Story, a pair of jeans and some very well loved Converse.

Tim was quick with it, he grabbed her backpack which happened to be the little green alien as well, no suprise there. That was Anna's favorite which made it Tim's favorite as well. She could convince him to like arson if she did, he was wrapped around her finger.

"Ohhhh! Daddy looks stylish!" She said with a giggle in the same tone and words he'd tell her all the time. He was her Dad through actions but hearing that word from her mouth meant the entire world to him.

"Come on, My Lil Munchkin." He put her on his hip and grabbed your hand as he guided you both to the car so you could get to the school and Anna could introduce him to everyone as her Dad.

Damian: You had started seeing Damian before you even knew you were pregnant, It was a one night stand a few nights before you met him.

He was sweet in the way he went through the whole pregnancy with you, the birth, taking care of little Enzo and everything.

Enzo was now getting old enough to talk and you dont even know who taught him it, it could be Jason playing a prank or Talia doting on the baby she saw as a grandchild, but regardless Enzo was now calling Damian 'Daddy'.

"Da- Da!" He giggled as he looked at Damian from his crib across Damian's office, his little green eyes peered into Damian's.

"I'm not your Dad, Kid." He stated to the child as he filled out paperwork, this work felt monotonous and at least the kid gave him some sort of entertainment.

"Daaaa- Daaaaa." Enzo almost giggled as he could tell he was pissing Damian off, he was a little trouble maker that's for sure.

"I'm not your Dad, You Little Shit." Damain was getting a bit annoyed, not because Enzo was saying it but because he didnt see himself as worthy or prepared enough for a child. Enzo just giggled and called out to Damian again.

"My Son." Damian whispered as he gazed down at his son sleeping in his lap, he might not be his by blood but he was sure his in temper and attitude.

"Fine." He gave in with very little pressure from the very little child. Enzo laughed as he noticed Damian give in and he reached his little arms out to Damian.

Enzo made his black heart swell, Like the Grinch's heart growing a whole size. He walked over to the little boy and picked him up out of his crib. Enzo calmed in Damian's presence, finally feeling safe and calm enough to sleep while Damian did paperwork.

Masterlist

[cvakviigmohns]

ugh my dash is so weird what are they cooking up in those tumblr labs (expired meth, it's likely expired meth)

[employee052]

BOY- I SAY- BOY, YOU GOTTA STOP LETTIN' HIM CONTROL YA DARN LIFE LIKE THIS BOY. YOU GOTTA GO THROUGH YOUR OWN DOORS YA HEAR? ARE YOU GONNA LET THAT STINKIN OLD GEEZER TELL YA HOW TA LIVE YA LIFE BOY? YOU GOTTA PUSH AGAINST HIM BOY, PUSH HIM LIKE DA DARN BUTTONS YOU PUSH ON THAT THERE KEYBOARD BOY! NOW I SAY- BOY I SAY- GO OUT THERE AND DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU WHAT TO DO BOY, FIND YOUR OWN ADVENTURE BOY, ITS CALLED THE STANLEY PARABLE FOR A REASON BOY!

[st7rnioioss]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐲

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˚𝜗𝜚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... smut, oral (f receiving), dacryphilia, overstimulation and a lot of it, crying, unprotected sex (don’t!!), p in v, fluff, kissing, swearing, dirty talk, kinda breeding kink?, chris being da munch

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ your wrists were writhing and aching above your head, the tie chris had on earlier tightly laced around your hands to keep them together. with your eyes screwed shut and lips parted, angelic noises slipped from your lips every time chris’s nose brushed against your clit. your thighs were bruised and red, the kisses he had left to soothe the burn of his beard now turning into deep marks that’d for sure turn purple later on.

by now your thighs and pussy was aching from the overstimulation he was currently having you go through. chris had your legs heisted onto his shoulders, his hands occasionally grabbing the lush skin of your ass, or keeping your legs from closing around his head. chris was eating you out like there was no tomorrow, and at this point it didn’t seem like he was gonna stop, but not that you cared. “y’taste so good.. could stay here all day.”

“ch-chris.. too much-“ you moaned, attempting to push the aching aside and focus on the pleasure he was providing you, which you succeeded in doing. “no it’s not.. come on doll, you can take a little more. i barely even started,” yeah right he barely just started. you’d already came two times, and you were sure you couldn’t hold out much longer.

chris had started off by loosening his tie, but when you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling and grabbing him by his hair, he knew he had to do something about it. his black button-down was now halfway unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up his forearms, and tie prettily but tightly tangling your wrists together.

“you’re so addictive.. holy shit,” chris’s tongue and lips worked absolutely wonders on your slick pussy, delving his muscle even deeper inside you with every passing second, though it seemed impossible. his sharp nose brushed and rubbed perfectly against your swollen bud here and there, making your legs quiver around the brunettes head.

chris wanted to make you cry—just as much as he loved hearing and seeing his pretty girl cry of laughter because of some lame joke, he loved listening and seeing his doll cry from pleasure. and that was the goal of tonight.

and to his luck, hot tears were staring to well in your waterline, but you managed to blink them away and forget about the overstimulation when his lips and tongue started sucking on your clit.

“f-fuck chris!” you cried out, your thighs instinctively closing around his head, but it only made him groan louder against your spent pussy, the vibrations coiling up your body. “shut up,” he mewled into your skin, pushing your thighs further up your body to access more of your sloppy pussy, messily switching between sucking on your clit, and digging his tongue into your wet walls. your moans were like praise and music to his ears, urging him to keep going.

your back was arched, letting the sweet whimpers being pulled from your lips one after another. it didn’t take more than a few minutes for you to nearly scream his name, your sweet release coating his tongue once more while squeezing his head with your legs when he went back to work on your folds. but he didn’t seem to care at all, the only goal here being brining you to the brink of ecstasy and bliss—he just pushed your legs away from him, his grip like iron when his hands came to cup the underside of your knees, before his strong arms wrapped around them.

“baby i can’t,” you whimpered pathetically, your tone turning weak and exhausted, faulty writhing your wrists and hands together because of the tight knot. “yes you can.. i know you can.”

a trail of tears had slipped from the corners of your eyes, a quiet sob leaving your lips between moans—but chris knew better than to stop. those tears weren’t from actual pain or discomfort, they were from pleasure. you kept on grinding your hips, dumbly searching for his nose to bump into your clit, moaning, and arching your back, and all this was sign enough for chris that you didn’t want it to end. so he continued.

the waterworks kept on coming with every swipe of his tongue that lapped from your seeping hole to your clit, the uncomfortable squeeze of his tie making your tears fall even more frequently. your cheeks were wet and pink, your chest heaving up and down at a rough pace. the sobs you let out caused chris to groan, his hips bucking into the mattress beneath him in attempt to ease his raging boner just a little.

it didn’t take long before another strike of pleasure crashed over your body, a loud cry of his name ripping from your throat. “oh god- christopher don’t stop,” he continued to swipe his tongue over your fluttering walls, tasting your release for the third time, before he flattened his tongue against your sensitive bud. “you okay?” his voice was strained and hoarse almost, quickly letting his lips and tongue slip from your wet cunt to look up at you. the absence of his mouth on you made you whine with a cry, but you managed to look back at him.

his lips and chin were glistening, coated in his own spit and your slick release before he licked his swollen and pink lips clean. “y-yes.” you managed to whimper between sniffles, your toes curling and back arching when he went back to your spent pussy. “wanna feel you cum around my cock so bad,” he mumbled, licking a stripe up your folds, before he gently pressed kisses to your clit, a weak whimper emitted from your lips. suddenly, he withdrew his mouth from you once more, letting go of your knees to hover over you, his hands caressing the sides of your thighs.

“you’re gonna give me one more. i know you can do it angel,” he murmured, pressing wet but soft kisses to your cheek while his hands spread your knees apart. a gasp left your lips, your hands still awkwardly rutting together above your head, but chris didn’t care about them. not right now at least. “o-okay..” you faintly whispered with a turmoil of excitement growing, watching as his fingers slipped from your legs to reach for the button of his dress pants. they were hastily discarded along with his boxers followed by a groan, his fingers now working on the buttons of his shirt.

chris was quickly just as naked as you, his body hovering over yours. your legs were propped up around his waist, your pussy almost eager to take him. “don’t cry doll,” he murmured with a soft smile, looking down at your stained and glistening cheeks. his hands went to cup them, his thumbs wiping the warm tears off your skin. “s’okay..” he slowly retracted his hands from your face, bringing one hand to wrap around your wrists, the other going to line up his sticky tip with your pussy.

“oh my god chris,” you yelped when he carefully thrusted his cock inside of you, one inch after the other—you could practically feel every ridge, every vein of his erection. you looked up at him, your eyes round and glossy before they fluttered shut. chris couldn’t help but let out a string of loud groans, his free hand going to rest on your hip to steady himself a little.

“gosh, you feel so fuckin’ good.. y’look so pretty too,” he murmured huskily, his eyes stuck to your face. when you gave him a small nod, he bottomed out, giving you a minute to adjust to his stretch. “i-it’s okay.. please move,” you whined after a moment, desperately trying to reach out and touch his hair, but to no avail—his fingers around your wrists made it hard to move them at all.

chris kept a slow pace when he started moving, the air in your room turning hot and thick. whimpers and groans, along with the sound of flesh smacking onto flesh, and lewd squelching filling out the silence between the two of you. “s-so good-” you mumbled while your head tipped back, eyes still pinched shut and legs wrapped around chris’s waist while he continued to plow his length into you.

he chuckled between pants, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your hips, the other hand tightening its grip on your wrists to hold you down. “you take me so fucking well..” he groaned, his head dipping down to watch the way your sticky, and soppy walls sucked in his cock, making a whine slip from you every time his tip kissed your cervix, sending you both into a spiral.

the feeling of another orgasm crept up on you, lips parted and agape to let the sinful yet pleasurable moans fall. chris took notice, his hand slipping from your hip to attach his thumb to your clit, the touch feather-light. awkwardly, and trying to chase your high, you attempted to grind your hips in order to make the touch more evident. “p-please christopher, need t’cum so bad..”

chris let out a laugh at your actions, leaning down to press kisses to your neck and cheek, the pace he set on your pussy never faltering. “shh.. calm down. i’ll give it to you babydoll,” his finger pressed harder onto your nub, circling it tightly. another series of whimpers and moans left your lips, your hips meeting his with every jerk.

“christopher please,” you cried, the amount of pleasure you were receiving being overwhelming, allowing hot tears to roll down your cheeks. the sight alone caused chris to groan, letting a whine of your name go past his lips. you were fluttering around his wide stretch drilling into your drooling cunt, the added pleasure making your glassy eyes roll to the back of your skull, face flushed and glistening.

chris’s head was spinning with every heavy breath he let out, the sight of your warm tears coating your pink cheeks, along with your hands writhing under his own making his stomach pool with a certain warmth, feeling your cunt squeeze and clamp around him.

chris’s lips sucked into the side of your neck, adorning your skin with small, red, and wet kisses, his thumb speeding up its pace on your clit while his pace on your spent pussy gradually increased too. “go ahead dollface, it’s okay. cum ‘round my dick..” and as if on cue, your walls spasmed around his length, coating him in the sheen release his tongue was covered in minutes ago. “chris!” a cry of his name was let into the room, echoing with your sobs, and the continuous slapping of skin. eventually your hands stopped writhing, and the restraint of both his tie and hands were completely careless to you.

your sweet noises mixing with the cries you let out only made chris’s pace falter and breath hitch. “p-please cum.. christopher please cum in me.. can’t- can’t take it!” you mindlessly blabbered, opening your wide and teary eyes to look up at him. your words made him dissolve completely into the pleasure of your wet walls enveloping his shaft, looking down at your bleary face as he came. he was completely pushed over the edge, strangled noises and raspy groans of your name slipping past gritted teeth while the hot spurts of cum painted your insides white.

“i fucking love you..” he cooed, his hands loosening their grip on your tied wrists when his movements stilled, nestling his face into your neck. he slipped his hands from your skin to wrap around you, holding you tight. you chuckled, exhausted and spent, legs aching and sore. “i love you more chris,” his heart fluttered, playfully biting into your shoulder to which you squealed, gently pushing him off.

“h-how you did that, i don’t know.. but you’re fucking awesome,” he soothed, quickly taking notice of your furrowed brows and frown. “wh-what, what’s wrong?” you let your hands show, still awkwardly rutting against the tie. “hurts.. you put it too tight.” you pouted, watching chris’s cheeks darken. “oh.. right, sorry. let me just- sorry-“ he laughed nervously, quickly undoing the knot and removing the tie from your wrists completely, leaving pecks to your hands. you absolutely adored how he switched up from being almost controlling, to the more nervous and sweet chris.

one thing lead to another, and chris was wrapped up around you in the sheets, his warm and stronger body engulfing you in his arms. the two of you were close to dozing off, skin to skin as you mumbled tiredly about.. well, anything that came to mind. he’d run a warm shower for the two of you a moment ago, now cuddling you up next to him. “you smell like.. like soap,” you mumbled, nuzzling the tip of your nose into his neck, planting a soft kiss. chris chuckled tiredly, kissing you back on the top of your head. “so do you..”

˚𝜗𝜚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬... lol ignore the iffy layout i’m posting from my phone

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[twice-inamillion]

Twice Series 

Promises and Flowers

Chapter 253

3,360 Words

(A small outing in the backyard between OC and Da-eun. OC comes to some realizations and decides to make some life choices. )

“Bomi, come, come.”

You walk behind Bomi and Da-eun as they make their way through the small path. They’ve been inseparable ever since Bomi joined the family and officially became Da-eun’s best friend. 

Recently, it has become a routine to go on a morning walk with the two of them these past few weeks. “Appa, tree, tree,” says Da-eun as she points at the tree next to the path. She waddles towards the tree and stops near a patch of flowers. She squats down and slowly starts picking them from the stem. 

“Pretty, pretty.”

”You like them?”

Da-eun nods, picking it up and giving it to you. She continues to provide you with the flowers until your hands are overflowing. “That’s a lot of flowers, Da-eun, you got there. What are you going to do with them?”

Da-eun looks at you and points at her head, “Here.” You look at her curiously, trying to figure out what she is trying to say. “Ohh, you want a crown.” She nods, grabs a flower, and places it on her head. 

“Okay. Let’s have a light snack in the meantime.” 

‘Snack.” 

The two of you sit on the thin blanket as you take out a bento box. You open it, and Da-eun slowly grabs the sliced fruit and begins eating it. “Don’t think I forgot about you, Bomi,” giving it a snack as well. 

The two of them eat while you quickly work on the crown. After a few minutes, you say, “Here you go. One for Da-eun and a small one for Bomi.” 

Da-eun smiles and hugs your leg, “Appa, hug.” You pick Da-eun up, “You look so pretty, Da-eun.” She smiles again and gives you a small kiss on the cheek.

”Da-eun! Appa is getting a kiss from Da-eun instead of mommy?”

 She nods, “Da like, Appa.”

——

You walk back home with Da-eun on your shoulders. When arriving at the house, the twins and Jisoo run and greet the two of you before picking up Domi and running away with it. 

You follow them to the back of the house, where Mina and Jihyo are talking amongst each other. You wave at them, “Morning.”

”Morning.”

Da-eun taps your head and says, “Eomma.”’

”Have you seen Dahyun around?”

Jihyo shakes her head, “No, I haven’t.”

”Hmm… I think I saw her walking down to the music room, but I’m not sure.”

”We’ll check it out. Da-eun wants to see her.”

”Good luck.”

With Da-eun still on your shoulders, you walk to the music room. You hear a soft hum as you walk down the road. “That’s one of the sounds that mommy sings to you for bedtime, right?”

”Yeah, eomma sing.”

You hum alongside Da-eun until you arrive at the set of detached buildings. “Let’s try to be quiet and surprise your mommy.” 

Da-eun nods, and you place her on the ground. The both of you quietly make your way to the entrance and open the door, going inside. You see Dahyun in the private room playing the piano. 

You watch and listen to Dahyun sing and play the piano through the large window. “Eomma sing, pretty.” 

”She does.”

”Want to sing alongside her?”

”Yeah!”

”Okay, let’s listen to her sing a bit more, and when I push the button you sing with mommy, okay?”

”Okay.”

The two of you continue to listen, waiting for an opportunity to hop in. When you reach the chorus part of the song, you press the button, letting Da-eun mumble to the song. 

Dahyun quickly turns her head around, surprised to hear Da-eun’s voice. She stares through the double-sided window and smiles, “Is that you, Da-eun?”

“Yeah!” 

Da-eun extends her arms, signaling you to let her down the chair. She waddles to the door and waits for her mom to open it. “Eomma!” She hugs her mother’s leg in excitement. 

“Does Da-eun want to sing with mommy?”

“Yeah.” 

She picks Da-eun up and places her on her lap. You sit beside them and ask, “What song does Da-eun want to play?”

“Sp…special.” 

Surprised, Dahyun asks, “You like that song?” 

“Yeah!” 

Dahyun smiles and nudges your arm, signaling you to play the piano. You start off with a slow melody and with Dahyun singing. 

Da-eun looks up as her mother sings. She tries to sing alongside her but mumbles most of the words. Every so often, you hear her yell, “Special!” 

You and Dahyun look at each other, trying to hold your laugh as De-eun does her best to sing along. After a few more songs, De-eun becomes exhausted and begins to yawn. 

Dahyun carries her in arms and places her on the couch outside the music room. “She must have been so tired.”

“She was, she walked a lot, even picked up some wildflowers.” 

“I’ve noticed she enjoys going outside and picking them from the garden. Even picks the rollie pollies off the dirt.”

You laugh, “She got that from you. I even saw her pick one up and show the members. You should have seen them scream and the little ones smiling at the sight of the members trying to get away.”

��Omg, really?”

”Yeah, I think they were watching Jisoo and the twins play outside, and out of nowhere, Da-eun comes out and sticks her hand out.”

”Haha.” Dahyun tries her best to hold her laughter, remembering the times she would tease the members during her earlier years. 

“She's just like you, Dahyun. I can’t even believe it.”

”Haha, no, she’s taken over the two of us.”

”I don’t know; she’s a mini version of you. Maybe if we had a boy, he would be more like me.”

Dahyun blushes, imagining herself having a baby boy. You watch her slight smile and say, “How about it? Do you want to give Da-eun a baby brother?”

Her ears turn completely red at your sudden comment, “I… I…” She smacks your arm, “We can’t…” She looks at Da-eun, who is sleeping comfortably.

You watch her look away and take the opportunity bring her close and aim for her neck. Dahyun moans to the feeling of your hot breath, “Ahh… oppa. We can’t…” You kiss her, slowly leaving your traces on her. 

Your right-hand makes its way up her blouse, removing her bra. Dahyun trembles to the touch of your hand cupping her breast. “O… oppa, not here… Da-eun is sleeping…”

You hear her heavy breathing as you continue to kiss and play with her breast. After a few minutes you pull away and see Dahyun’s flushed face. “Come here baby, sit on my lap.” 

She looks over to her side one more time before moving over onto your lap. Her heart beating faster as she faces you and looks into your eyes. You go in for another kiss but this time you undo her blouse, revealing her breast. 

“Ahh… ahh… oppa…” Dahyun moans as you work from her neck to her breast. “So hot…” You squeeze her breast, causing it to release a white liquid from her nipple. You raise your head, look back at Dahyun who is biting her lip and take her nipple into your mouth. 

Dahyun tries her best to hold her moan as you suckle on her breast. She feels your hot breath as you milk her, “Oppa… that milk is for Da-eun…” 

You let go of her nippple and say, “Our little girl has to learn how to share, it’s daddy’s turn to get a taste.” You attach yourself again, but this time lift her to get a better position. You feel Dahyun’s sweet milk flow from her nipple, down your throat, “You taste so good.” 

“Ahh…ahh…ahh!” Dahyun interlocks her fingers around the back of your head. She arches her back, allowing her moans to escape. You increase the pace of your sucking until Dahyun cries out loud, ”Ahh!”

Dahyun catches herself but it’s too late, a small yawn comes out from the corner of the room. “Eomma…” says Da-eun as she rubs her eyes. Dahyun hides herself from embarrassment, “Da-eun close your eyes!” 

She grabs her blouse and tries to fix herself before Da-eun opens her eyes again. You laugh at Dahyun’s embarrassment and comment, “Dahyun, don’t worry too much. It’s normal for parents to do these types of things.”

“It’s not. I don’t know what I was thinking, we shouldn’t be doing this, especially when Da-eun is around.”

”Don’t worry too much Da-eun’s a big girl now. She’ll learn that mom and daddy love each other. If anything she might want a baby brother or sister haha.” 

Dahyun looks at you and gives you a stare as Da-eun gets up and walks towards the two of you. “How are you Da-eun? Did you take a good nap?”

Da-eun rubs her eye and nods, “Eomma, hug” extending her arms. Dahyun picks her up and rests her head on her mother’s chest. She rests for a moment before turning her head towards you and saying, “Appa, Eomma, outside.”

The two of you laugh, “Okay, we can go outside.” You help Dahyun clean around the music room before exiting the building. 

The three of you walk down the path behind Daeun when suddenly she sees a colorful beetle fly past her. She yells, “Woah!” Daeun waddles towards the opposite direction of the path as she chases the beetle. It flies for a few moments, stops on top of a flower just enough for Da-eun to catch up, and flies again.

Da-hyun walks behind her, with you just a few feet away. You watch the two of them and see how much fun they are having. Dahyun catches up to Da-eun, pointing at the direction of the beetle. 

After a few minutes they arrive at a patch of flowers. Dahyun helps Da-eun look through the large cluster of flowers. You watch in amusement as Dahyun looks so determined to find the beetle for Dae-un. 

You chuckle at their determination and place your hand in your pockets to grab your phone to take a video. ”Eomma, where beatle?” Dahyun responds, “You need to look closer honey, and be quiet so it doesn’t fly away.”

The beatle slowly comes into view, causing Da-eun to smile. She turns to her mother and says, “Eomma, catch!” Dahyun extends her arm and slowly reaches for the beatle when it suddenly flies backwards, “Oppa, catch it please!” 

Dahyun turns around and continues to shout “Oppa, it's flying away!” You remain on one knee when Dahyun stands frozen, “Wha… what are you doing?” 

“Seeing you with our daughter made me realize that I want to cherish moments like this forever. I promised you that I would never let you go and I want to keep this promise in front of our daughter. With the ring that the two of us made together I want to ask you, Kim Da-hyun, if you'd like to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Dahyun remains in awe, frozen in place but see the tears building up. She recalls the hardships she’s had to endure such as the banishment from her family. It was one of the hardest moments of her life for someone who was so close to her family. It took a greater toll knowing the fact that she was young and pregnant out of wedlock. She knew you had eyes for Jihyo and expecting a child together which made her scared of her future and raise a child on her own. 

She also reminisced about the better moments between the two of you and the members. The birth of her daughter was the happiest moment of her life. When she held Da-eun in her arms she knew everything was going to be okay and even more with the support of the members but there was always that sense of fear. 

She would watch as you went from member to member, having your fun with them as she tried her best to raise Da-eun. She knew she could count on you to be there but would have the constant fear of being left alone. Having her church and family taken away she feared the eyes of the world judging her. 

Seeing you on your knees, asking her for marriage, she felt a sense of happiness and relief. She looked into your eyes and saw your honest intentions. With a smile she replied, “Yes, I want for the two of us to be together forever.”

You run up to Dahyun and pick her up, spinning her in the air. Da-eun looks at the two of you with amazement as she watches you spin her mother in the air. She extends her arm and says, “Da’s turn, Da’s turn!” 

Chuckling at Da-eun’s expression, the two of you pat Da-eun’s head. You place the flower ring on Dahyun’s finger. “Da-eun ask mommy if she likes the ring you help make.”

”Eomma? You like flower?”

”Yes, of course. I love the flower ring you and daddy helped make. I’m so happy with the work you did, it looks so pretty.” 

Da-eun smiles and giggles as you pick her up, spinning her in the air. She points at the beetle from before, “Bye beetle!”

————

Returning to the house Dahyun can’t avoid keeping a straight face. The members notice this quickly as she smiles when entering through the door. 

Jihyo quickly catches on as she looks at both of your expressions. She walks up to Dahyun and pulls her towards the couch where some of the other members were, “Such a happy face Dahyun.” She looks at Dahyun’s flower ring and says, “Cute. Wish he gave me something like that.” 

Dahyun smiles, not being able to contain her excitement. “Looks pretty right? Da-eun and oppa made it together.”

Sana, who was sitting across replied, “Aww, that’s cute.” Jihyo says, “It is. Gives it a lot of meaning.” She 

Momo who was sitting next to Sana grins and says, “Does that mean we can expect us not sleeping tonight? Haha.”

Dahyun’s face turns red, “Unnie!”

“Momo’s right. You should definitely reward him somehow. I have some sexy lingerie you can use if you want.” 

“I… I…”

“Momo, Sana, don’t tease Dahyun like that.” She looks at Dahyun and pats her head, “It’s okay” and gives her a hug. Jihyo then whispers in her ear, “If you need me to watch over Da-eun I’m free.” 

Some of the other members continued to talk to Dahyun and ask her what exactly happened and how she felt during the proposal. With much enthusiasm Dahyun describes the scene. 

——

After an eventful day you place your book on the nightstand and get ready to go to sleep by dimming the lights.

Suddenly, you hear knock on the door and respond, “come in.”

The door opens and you see Dahyun, slowly walking inside. “Did you need something, Dahyun?”

There’s no response as she closes the door. She slowly walks towards you and undoes her nightgown, revealing a cute baby pink set of lingerie. 

“What… what are you doing, Dahyun?”

“Celebrating…”

You watch as she comes closer and climbs onto your bed. You notice her ears red from the sense of nervousness and hesitation. 

Hovering on top, you notice her rozy pink areolas poking out from the semi transparent bra. “What do you think?”

“I love it.” 

Dahyun smiles and straggles onto your right leg, slowly riding it. “What brought this on?”

“Some of the unnies said I should treat you.” 

“Oh really?”

You grab her and quickly turn her over, pinning her against the bed. “What did they tell you to do? Something like this?”

Dahyun closes her eyes as you kiss her tummy. She whines, not being able to move as you keep her pinned down. “Is this what you had planned? Or was it this?”

You slowly move down to her lower region and move her panties to the side. Dahyun whines as you expose her pussy, “Beautiful… I can’t wait to eat you up.”

Dahyun’s eyes go wide as she feels your hot tongue tracing her lower lips. You slowly pull down her panties, exposing her whole lower region. As you spread her legs apart you continue to coat her pussy and hear Dahyun’s small moans.

Using your two fingers you rub her pussy in a circular motion. Dahyun moans increase as she feels her folds becoming hot from your movement. You increase the speed, hearing the sounds of her breathing and her wet pussy leaking its juices as lubrication. 

Midway, you stop and insert your index finger inside, fishing out a thick amount of nectar. You press your index and thumb together, showing Dahyun the thickness of her nectar, “Wow, Dahyun. You’re really wet down there. Let’s see how you taste.” 

“Oppa wait…” 

You hover above her lower region as you lick the nectar running downward. It’s a sweet taste from Dahyun, “You taste so good.” You go at it again but this time you go for the source. Dahyun moans loudly as you insert your tongue inside her, switching from eating her and sucking on her clit. 

Dahyun’s fingers are intertwined through the back of your hair and grabbing on as she tries to hold on. You lift your head, “You did such a good job baby. Just relax and I’ll take care of the rest. 

You throw your shorts on the floor and look at Dahyun as she stares at your nude body. Her ears are red and her face flushed as she watches your cock dangling. You grab your cock against smack it against her pelvis, before pressing it against her lips. 

Dahyun groans, feeling your cock spreading her lips apart and making its way through her walls. She extends her arms, inviting you for a kiss to which you response. 

“I love you Dahyun.”

”I love you too.”

The two of you continue to make out with Dahyun wrapping her arms around your neck. You slowly thrust your hips as she held you tightly, whispering in your ear to put your whole weight on her. 

Dahyun’s breathing was heavy as she felt your whole body on top of her. She felt safe, your warm embrace as the two of you continued to make out. 

The moment of your cock rubbing against her walls and the sight of leaving herself vulnerable to you was hot. “Dahyun… I don’t think I can hold on any longer.” 

“It’s okay, cum inside. I don’t want you to let me go.”

You could feel the sincerity in her voice as she begged you not to let go. You wrapped your arms around her, with the two of you in a lotus position. Dahyun placed her head on your shoulders, holding on tightly as you warned her of your impending orgasm. 

“I’m going to cum, Dahyun!”

”Ahh, ahh, Hmph!!”

Dahyun felt your hot cum work its way up through her walls, filling her up womb. “Oppa, it feels so hot…”

You hold her tightly as your cum settles down around your cock, you feel it covering your member. “Oppa, now it's my turn so lay down.”

Dahyun smiled as she pushed you down against the pillow and interlocked hands. She slowly began to ride you, moving her hips against your body. There were no words exchanged, only sounds of heavy breathing and her moans. 

You watched intensively as her body moved, the swaying of her hips, the bouncing of her tits. Eventually, she broke the silence and pressed her hands against your chest. You grabbed hips and as she continued to move, “People won’t believe you’re a mother if they saw you like this.” 

Dahyun quickly hid her face on your chest from embarrassment and said, “Don’t say that, you’re going to make me shy.”

”But I love when you’re shy, it makes you look cute.” 

“Go on, tell me why you think I’m cute.” 

“I love the way you smile, the way you act both in public and in private. You help others and give good advice. You’re the mother of my child and the mother many more. I love everything about you, Dahyun.”

Tears build up as she hears your words. You pull her in close, kissing her once more, embracing her.

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A Kiss for Christmas

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}{Five Days of Fluffmas}

{Kol Mikaelson x Reader} Kol Mikaelson’s relentless mistletoe mischief is driving you mad... but this Christmas, you’re determined to win the game he started...

♡♡ Happy Fluffmas!!!! ♡♡

820 words {omg a short fic for once} - Warnings: flufffff, banter, mistletoe shenanigans and Kol being Kol...

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Kol Mikaelson was insufferable.

That thought had crossed your mind a dozen times already today. It wasn’t unusual, of course…Kol had a knack for pushing your buttons, but this time he’d outdone himself. He’d found a sprig of mistletoe somewhere in the sprawling Mikaelson estate, and now he was making it everyone’s problem.

Specifically, yours.

You were headed towards the kitchen, hoping for a quiet moment to grab some cocoa, but there he was, leaning against the doorway with that unmistakable smirk. Above his head, held precariously between two fingers, was the offending greenery.

“Fancy meeting you here, darling,” he said, his tone dripping with faux surprise. “What a coincidence that we are standing under some mistletoe. Care to indulge me?”

You rolled your eyes, brushing past him. “You’ll have to do better than that, Kol.”

He tsked, feigning disappointment as he followed you to the counter. “Oh, come now. It’s tradition. You wouldn’t want to ruin Christmas, would you?”

“I’ll take my chances,” you replied, focusing on pouring your drink.

Kol sighed dramatically, like you’d broken his heart. “You wound me, love. Truly.”

You ignored him, though your traitorous heart was racing. There was something about the way Kol teased you, the way he always seemed to be waiting for a reaction. It was infuriating. It was exhilarating.

You refused to give him the satisfaction.

But Kol wasn’t one to give up easily.

The next time you saw him, he was lounging on the couch in the living room, twirling the mistletoe between his fingers. You barely made it two steps into the room before he stood up, crossing the distance between you in a blur of vampiric speed.

“There you are,” he said, grinning as he dangled the mistletoe over your head.

“Kol,” you warned, stepping back.

“What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll enjoy it?” he teased, leaning in just enough to make your pulse jump.

You snatched the mistletoe out of his hand and threw it onto the coffee table. “Stop it.”

Kol only laughed, entirely unbothered. “Admit it, darling. You’re tempted.”

“I’m tempted to stake you,” you muttered, retreating before he could see the heat rising in your cheeks.

Over the next few hours, Kol’s antics escalated. He started appearing out of nowhere, holding the mistletoe above you, leaving you flustered and irritated. You’d turn a corner, and there he’d be, leaning casually against the wall, mistletoe in hand.

And then he took it a step further.

You reached into your pocket to grab your phone and froze when your fingers brushed something unfamiliar. Pulling it out, you found the mistletoe, its tiny berries mocking you.

Your frustration boiled over. Clutching the mistletoe, you stormed through the halls in search of Kol. You found him lounging in the library, an innocent expression plastered across his face as he flipped through a book.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up with mock surprise. “Darling! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You held up the mistletoe. “Explain this.”

Kol’s smirk widened. “Why, I’ve no idea how that got there. Perhaps it’s fate telling you something?”

“Is sneaking mistletoe into my pocket your idea of fate now?” you snapped.

Kol closed the book and stood, strolling toward you with deliberate slowness. “Perhaps I put it there…” He trailed off, tilting his head as though deep in thought. Then, with exaggerated delight, he gasped. “Or maybe it was one of Santa’s elves! Tricky little devils, aren’t they?”

Your blood boiled, your heart racing faster with every word. “Are you serious right now?”

He grinned, stepping closer. “Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, you have some mistletoe. Is this your way of asking for a kiss?”

His tone was playful, but the smug look on his face was unbearable. He clearly thought he had the upper hand, and you were done letting him have it.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

Before he could say another word, you stormed across the room, grabbing him by the collar. His eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, you kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was every ounce of frustration you’d felt all day wrapped into one bold, heated kiss.

When you pulled back, Kol’s expression was priceless. His smirk was gone, replaced by wide eyes and parted lips. He blinked, his hand brushing his lips as though trying to process what just happened. For the first time all day, he was completely speechless.

“Happy now?” you asked, tossing the mistletoe at him.

A slow grin spread across his face, and he let out a soft laugh. “You’ve just made Christmas my favorite holiday.”

You couldn’t help but laugh in return. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he replied, his usual confidence returning as he leaned in and captured your lips in another kiss. This one was softer, deliberate, and left your knees weak.

Maybe you did.

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push da button (pt. 1), elias “stack” moore

it’s your first time back on mississippi soil in three years, but soon as you stepped off the train you knew you’d be singing for trouble..

authors note: I’ve linked the song below & rec listening to the begging of the song then skip to 2:45 for the breakdown of the song! i hope you enjoy, mwah!

you smiled as you stepped down from the whistling train. the all too familiar smell of home flooding your nostrils as you retrieved your suitcase while the station was one of the best places to get a ear full of the blues, the painful hums and strong beats made from our oppressed souls. it’d been about three years since you’d touched mississippi soil, seeking a singing career in a white mans land that didn’t care to listen to understand the bittersweet beauty of the blues.

it was amazing to be home.

as your walking you hear the melodies of a all too familiar instrument. a harmonica. the harmonica’s sound is raw and emotional, like a man crying out his heart and you’d follow it to its very corner it crawled out of but you found it sitting on the cement giving life into the mouth of your drunk old man. there’s was no man who could play like that other than the delta slim, his sound was gritty and full of ache as if he’d been calling out to you. the only other way he’d pour out his emotions other than in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. the melodies creating a mournful sound that pierces straight through your soul.

you answer with the hum of a painful moan, one that was all too painful to slim’s ears. his eyes slowly opening to revealing your towering figure, the two of you continuing to speak in a language of sorrow and survival, a conversation between breath and ache, like an old wound remembered in song. a crowd surrounds the two of you, admiring the smooth yet soulful melodies the two of you shared.

the sound was heavy and full of distance. the harmonica carrying the weight of a father’s longing, each not a memory and a prayer. speaking in fragments like a letter that’d never been sent, your hums answers like the cries of a tired child. like the two of you could reach across time and feel each other in time. Your hum to the dreadful tune, sharing a blue filled melody with the man beside you. the sound of slim’s harmonica drowns out, that heavy tune of you two’s shared melody coming to an end.

the two of you sharing a long overdue hug, it’s quiet with the melodies still ringing between you not just in your ears but in your hearts “oh how i’ve missed my uncle slim..” you giggled, patting softly at his back. “hope you’ve been taking care of yourself more than them bottles of yours..” you lecture, he snickers rubbing guiltily at his neck. “we’ll now, babygirl you know there ain’t no comfort for me like the one of a whiskey bottle..” the crowd disperses except for two people, a man and a boy.

a few coins tossed into the case along the cemented ground. “I thank ya for your generosity—” the drunken man nodding out a pointed finger. words catching in his throat when he recognized the man in front of him. standing tall in a ?? styled suit, grinning with a tooth pick between his glistening grills. “we’ll i guess that chicago wind blew your black ass back in town huh..”

he chuckles to himself, straightening his suit. “that there was a real pretty tune, y’all familiar?”

slim mouth opens to speak but before the words could leave his mouth you speak up, “very..” taking your purse in your hand gloved fingers clutching at its straps. “my uncle slim here taught me everything i could know about the blues..”

“well ain’t that something.” he chuckled, looking at slim with a newfound respect. “slim you’ve held on me..” looking over your curvy body, twisting that pick around in his mouth. “you’ve never introduced me to this soulful thang..”

“i’ll continue to hold her as close as i do my yak!” slim rebuttals, throwing back yet another shot from his flask. confusing along your face, eyes darting between the two men. “excuse me,” you interrupt.

“are we supposed to be acquainted..?”

"shit not of slim can help it..” he snickers, “it’s stack, and this here is my little cousin sammie." Stack gestures to the boy beside him. "Me and my brother smoke opening the finest juke here in mississippi tonight. We been admirin' Slim's playin' for a while now, but we ain't never met you before."

“juke huh?” eyes narrowing with quiet curiosity.

“the smokestack..” he grinned, “no other juke like it, let’s say we pay you twenty dollars.”

“no, no—” slim interrupted, drunkenly waving his finger around in the air. protectively pushing you away from stack. “you ain’t paying no twenty dollars..”

“you blow into town raving ‘bout a juke no nigga cross mississippi heard of”

“money not guaranteed..”

“we got money, and the most authentic irish beer you could ever drink.” he smirk, a quick nod at his cousin and the holy drink was revealed. slim’s eyes focused on the glass bottle. the man’s strong hands holding the bottle out to slim. “you know y’drunk ass wanna try it..”

slim slowly reaches out for the bottle, popping it with a crisp pop. looking over the brown stained glass in his hand.

“what’s the name of this here juke?” you question, arms folded against your body.

“the smokestack.” he cheesed, oozing an charm no other southern man could find within themselves. there’s a soft slurp behind you, slims eyes blown wide as he slowly opens his eyes. “my… goodness..”

“got five hundred mo’ bottles just like that.” stack point out, making a grand proposal that not even you could refuse. “say we give you fourty dollars tonight and all the beer you can drink.”

“no strings.. i’ll even let you finish that bottle in yo hand”

it wasn’t long before slim was playing his little drunken heart out on his harmonica, synchronizing with the youngin’ sammie on the guitar as stack recruited more customers at the station.

“Me and my brother is opening the finest juke here in mississippi! now i know y’all down to have good ole time!” the crowd gathering around with smiles and cheers.

“y’all ready to drink?!” stack questioned, a slight smirk playing on his lips like he’s a step ahead of everyone else. late afternoon sun catching at the gold sitting along his tooth as he invites them into his vision. “y’all ready to swear till y’all drank?”

smoke soaked in the crowd with a grin, his eyes latching onto your once they find you off center within the crowd. not the loudest in the bunch but impossible to ignore.

“yeah!” crowd buzzing with excitement.

“alright,”chuckling as strong hands clutch at his suit collar as he looks over the crowd, “we gone get funky like a mississippi donkey y’all!”

stack soaked in the crowd with a grin, his eyes latching onto your once they find you off center within the crowd. not the loudest in the bunch but impossible to ignore.

he whistles out once more, still standing tall a love the crowd but this time his voice dips into something smoother, more personal, even as he addresses everyone.

“listen ‘fore I let y’all go—yeah the smokestack got the best food and cool drinks but maybe—” his gaze lingers on you, just long enough to make you feel it, “if I’m lucky, a voice worth hearing twice.”

people in the crowd hoot knowingly, catching the shift in his tone. He chuckles, eyes finally breaking from hers, but not without that flicker of intent. The kind that says the night’s just getting started.

“a gorgeous face and beautiful voice shouldn’t be wasted on chump change at the station..”

The crowd is still buzzing—some dispersing in pairs, others lingering in the glow of his words—but he moves with purpose now, weaving through bodies with the kind of ease that turns heads even when he isn’t trying. He stops just a step in front of her, hands casually tucked in his pockets, head tilted like he’s already halfway into a conversation they haven’t started yet.

“so..” he grins, removing that stapled tooth pick from his mouth, eyes studying you as if your the only one that matters now. “you gone waste that pretty voice on chump change at this station? or you gone give the smokestack a shot?”

the noise of the crowd fading behind you two, your eyes finally meeting his sweetly. “a polite applause may be appropriate..”

“seems like that smokestack might just be the place to be..”

“I’ve got a feeling tonight’s gonna be something special,” he adds, that boyish grin returning. “Would be a damn shame if I didn’t get to hear that beautiful voice again… maybe on stage, maybe just in my ear. Either way, I’d count myself lucky.”

stepping forward he closes a bit of space between you, his tall figure towering over yours, dipping down to whisper in your ear. “consider yourself spoken for by me tonight..”

you chuckle to yourself, looking around before letting your eyes fall on his again. “to speak for me..” fingers giving him a loving tap along his jaw. “luck is definitely what y’need..”

gracefully turning away with a sway of your hips, aware—of him, of the moment, of the way his eyes follow the subtle sway of your hips like a rhythm he’s already trying to memorize. heat simmering between you two as you share one last gaze with a sweet smile. stack tilting his hat with a challenging grin. that sizzling tension wafted away by the smell of a familiar drunk, slim pulling your eyes away.

“aye!” slim huffs out, gently taking hold of your arm, as he leads the two of you away to the car waiting for you. his arms crossed with knowing eyes, letting you know he’d seen just enough of that exchange.

“you know i’m never one to pry my ???, but you singing for trouble.”

“Maybe trouble’s got better taste in blues than most,” you reply lightly, the two of you walking in sync towards the dirt road.

he sighs, shaking his head. “That man’s got a reputation smooth enough to sell oil to water. Don’t mean he’s bad… just means he knows how to get what he wants.”

you stop, just for a second, and turns to face your uncle. no defiance in your eyes—only clarity,

“I’m not some wide-eyed girl, unc,” you says gently. “I know what I’m singin’ for.” placing your hand in slims as he helps you settle into the seat of the car.

he studies you, caught between worry and pride, then finally gives a nod—more of a surrender than approval.

“Just make sure you’re leadin’ the song,” he murmurs.

“Not followin’ someone else’s beat.”

——

the smokestack is alive, warm lights swinging from the ceiling casting a golden haze over the wooden room. down below, the floor swells with melaninated bodies—dancing, drinking, laughing like the night owes them something and they’ve come to collect. the scent of whiskey, sweat, and slow cooked meat is thick in the air.

laughter bubbles at every corner, couples pressed close, while others clap and stomp along to the rhythm. everyone so lost in the joy of what friday evening and music could bring.

up above, stack leaned against the balcony rail, one hand cradling a glass and the other casually gripping the wood. sharp eyes taking it all in— the tables packed, the band grooving in the pocket, the bar running hot. this is his kingdom, and tonight, it’s full.

his grin spreads across his lips slow.

“I told you, innit?” grinning from ear to ear, “give it a few week and this place would start breathing on its own.” smoke, leans next to him with a soft nod, sipping quietly from his cup.

“you said that the first time it flooded,” smoke says. “and the time the Klan left us that note out front.”

stack chuckles—dry and smooth. “ain’t no curse strong enough to drown rhythm. you just gotta build it sturdy.”

smoke hums, not disagreeing.

but just as Stack starts to lift his drink again, his gaze shifts—and locks.

he spots you.

down on the floor, slipping through the crowd like the room’s already making space for you, smooth skin glistening beneath the amber lights. kitten heels peaking from that simply deliberate champagne dress, fitted around the waist just enough to show off those chubby curves. shimmering against your brown skin beautifully.

stack’s body straightens—not stiff, just… focused. his grin fades into something quieter. something deeper.

smoke follows his brother’s line of sight, clocking her instantly.

“hm,” he mutters, not loud enough for anyone else to hear. “There it is.”

stack doesn’t answer. doesn’t move. he just watches as she cuts through the bodies like a song making its way to the stage.

smoke glances at him, amused.

“you sure you built this place for music?” he asks.

stack’s voice comes out low. “she is music.”

the crowd below sways. The lights dim slightly, room settling down —like it knows something special’s about to happen.

and stack can’t take his eyes off her.

——

you and pearline sit tucked away by the bar, resting beneath a soft amber glow. drinks sweating on the table beside them, laughter slipping in and out your quiet conversation as pearline fans herself with a folded napkin.

peeking over her shoulder across the room, nodding towards the boy settled along a beam. sleek guitar at his side biting back a smile.

“If that preacher boy keep lookin’ at me like he tryin’ to read my diary, I might just let him walk me home tonight..”

you giggle, lips pressin’ to the wet glass. “mmhm, won’t be no legs onna ground. you done put on that perfume you only touch when you plannin’ to misbehave.”

pearline lets out a laugh, all teeth and heat, slappin’ the table softly. “don’t be puttin’ my business in the wind! that’s between me and the Lord”

“and he know I been good as can be for a man so weak..”

you snort, “weak ain’t the word hunny, that husband of yours is sorry!” the two of huffing out a shared laugh. pearline and sammie sharing ??? stares, your soft brown eyes flickering towards the balcony where the twins lie staring over the crowd.

swirling around the melting cubes in your cup as your mind drifted, a yearning need crossing your face— soft and far away but pearline didn’t miss it.

leaning slightly, “sumn’ onna brain? don’t tell me you got somebody in here got you feelin’ funny?”

“maybe” you shrugged, feigning disinterest. doe eyes, flickering from the crowd to that distant balcony. “ain’t said nothin’ to me. but… I feel ‘im..”

“like a weight in the room..”

pearline hums, eyes narrowing, tryin’ to follow the thread “that weight got a name?”

you sipped from your glass, lips curlin’ into a sly smile. “not yet. might not need one.”

pearline lets out a sharp little laugh, then leans back with a grin that says she knows exactly what’s goin’ on.“whoever he is, I hope he ready. ‘cause if you sing like you got somebody on your mind tonight…?”

“whew.. he gon’ be ruined.”

you clink glasses, the room’s grown louder, like the walls themselves know it’s gettin’ close to showtime. groove is pickin’ up, feet tappin’, heads bobbin’.

pearline catches sammie lookin’ again—only this time, he don’t glance away. “god… that boy lookin’ at me like I’m the answer to a prayer he forgot he said.”

you snort softly, but her eyes are still searching… balcony no longer holding up those familiar bodies.

sammie finally walks over, cool and slow, like the beat itself is under his feet.

“you dancin’ with me tonight or we gon’ keep glancin’ till the sun come up?”

pearline raises an eyebrow, standing with a smirk. “don’t get to trippin’ over your shoes now, these here no gospel songs. turning to you, placing a gentle hand on your arm, mouthing a girly grin.

pearline and sammie slip into the crowd, swallowed by music and movement. the seat beside you goes empty.

letting out a quick huff, before throwing back the rest of that drink. mustering up liquid courage for the performance you’d set on the stage.

that’s when you heard it.

“a irish beer for the pretty lady.” a muscular silhouette appearing from the side, turning your head slightly giving him half your profile.

half a smile.

annie dips below to reveal a dripping bottle, stack sliding the cool glass towards you. his voice is low and warm, “you got the whole room leanin’ forward, and you ain’t even touched the mic yet.”

you glance at him, slow and measured. “maybe I like the waitin’ part. buildin’ a little tension.”

he chuckles, watching your lips more than those eyes. “tension’s a dangerous thing to play with in a room this hot.”

you face him more directly now. chin tilted, voice softer “maybe I ain’t scared of a little danger.”

stack chuckles, whirling around that trusty toothpick in his mouth. “funny thing about music.”

your eyes flick to him. curious. cautious.

“You can write a song about anything… heartbreak, drinkin’, Sunday rain. But the ones folks remember?”

he leans in slightly, face breathes away from yours. “them the ones that make you feel like somebody touchin’ you without layin’ a finger.”

you hum low, knowingly. “you sayin’ you know somethin’ ‘bout that?”

He smirks, slow.“ i know when it’s happenin’. and I think…”

“it’s just startin’ now..”

you finally turns toward him, not a hesitant flicker in your eyes. “you ever hear a song you ain’t ready fo’ hm?”

stack grins, that golden grill on full display. “from mississippi to chicago. ain’t stopped me from playin’ it..”

you tip your head, voice lowering just enough to make the hairs on his arm rise. “some songs only get good when the right hands push play.”

Stack leans forward, like he’s been drawn in against his will. “and what kinda song you fixin’ to sing tonight?”

She leans in too— just enough that he can smell your perfume, feel your warm breath brushing against his ear, “one that leaves one man wonderin’ if he bold enough to press the button.”

your eyes lock, stack’s plump lips dipping his pretty white as he looks over your pretty face.

Everything unsaid vibrating between you.

The house lights dip a little lower. The band eases into a teasing riff—just enough to make folks lift their heads from their drinks. A man in a slick red vest steps to the mic. The announcer. Loud, loose, and lovin’ the attention. He holds up a hand to quiet the room, pulling you and stack from out your lusting trance.

“now, now, now—y’all been drinkin’, dancin’, runnin’ your mouths all night long. but what I’m ‘bout to give you? this right here?” the announcer grins, “this ain’t your everyday juke singer.”

“nah. this the kinda woman men write verses ‘bout.”

the crowd rumbles—half curious, half skeptical. a few men laugh, already halfway through their whiskey.

“some of y’all didn’t believe me when I said we had a real blues siren in the house. said, ‘ain’t no woman like that slidin’ through this dusty little town.” leaning a little closer towards the crowd. “well… y’all ‘bout to find out just how wrong a man can be.”

a few hoots go up. some yelling out their drunken demands, “she better be worth the wait!”

you giggle to yourself, standing from your seat. sending stack a wink before swaying towards the stage, walking like the floor owes you something. wooden floors creaking beneath your kitten heels as you step onto the stage.

eyes track you without blinkin’. cigarettes stop halfway to lips. even the band seems to play quieter, waitin’ for her breath to sync with the beat.

the announcer steps back, gesturing grand with a grin like he just pulled off the biggest trick in town. “ladies and gents… y’all welcome to the stage our shugga’ for the night.”

the room dips into a hush, thick with anticipation. the band waits, fingers hovering. you don’t speak nor smile, just holding up your arm silently, snapping those soft manicured fingers before following with a few strong stomps. repeating the rythm until the band plays along.

, your lips part, voice slices clean through the air.

‘now there’s something ‘bout good lovin’ that all you ladies should know’

crowd slowly leanin in.

stack, circles around the stage, settling against a beams perfectly built into the middle of the juke. giving him a easy view of the stage.

‘if ya’ wanna lightcha man on fire, you gotta start it real slow…”

running your fingers down her body all slow and intentional, a smirk pulling at your lips as you sing. hips begging to sway to the additive beat.

‘keep on turning up the voltage till that man begin to glow like your switchin’ on a lightbulb

watch the juice begin to flow..’

velvety voice, dragging low over the words like she’s tasting every line. walking the stage like a slow-dancing flame. biting down on your lips as you drop down into a seductive dance.

the band kicking in harder, rhythm swelling as the crowd breaks out into cheers.

‘now that i’ve got your attention! here’s what you men need to hear!

you want your lady racin’ with you

you got to get her in gear’

walking the stage like a slow-dancing flame, swirling and twirling around the piano, hips keeping time. folks jump to their feet. tables shake as bodies find rhythm. women laugh, men holler, the whole juke joint comes alive like someone pulled the lever on desire itself.

‘find the spot she loves the best, if you don’t know where it is.

give’er the stick, ha! she’ll do the resttt

push the button. push the button!

you gotta push it if you wanna come on in!’

down below, the crowd claps in rhythm, shouting back lines, stomping their feet. A woman from the corner yells out, “sang it, baby!” and gets a high-five from her neighbor.

she owns it—dancing now, not just performing. you spin, dropping low, the hem of her dress catching light. sweat beads on her collarbone, your smile wide and reckless.

stack, still watching from the middle of the room, all the charm’s drained from his grin—it’s something heavier now. he’s not just listening; he’s feeling you. every note. every dare. his body growing hot, removing his blazer and revealing his tailored red vest that lay beneath that tweeded italian suit. you lookup again, eyes meeting the lighter to your flame.

jaw tight, biting down on this pump brown lips. hands clutching tight as his vest as if he’s holding himself in place. and he knows.

The button’s already been pushed.

you throw your arms up, throwing your whiney voice into it. eyes locked on his as your dip and grind your body along the stage. the rhythmic break down beginning, nothing but the stomps and drums echoing as the trumpets weave themselves in. harmonizing a breathy moans as you sing.

‘now ladies i need you to work a little harder, okay?

i want you to reach down and find your inner shug’ baby

there it go, there it go!’

the rhythmic moans from the woman harmonizing as they lose themselves in the song, men and women grinding around every corner. intertwined with their lovers and flames.

‘push the button! push that button!

give me something!

to let your baby know it ain’t no sin..”

you hold that last note, hips still, breath low. the band landing its final beat like a lover dropping to his knees. for a beat—

silence.

and then, like thunder rolling from the floorboards—the room erupts.

whistles, stomps, screams. Hands pounding on tables. women fanning themselves, men on their feet—sweat on their brows and heat in their bones. you smile softly, eyes sweeping the room one last time… before settling on him.

dropping into a classy curtsey taking it all in.

[dreameyess11]

sweetheart

Dante Sparda x Reader

You’ve never met someone as insufferable as Dante Sparda. With his smug grin, devil-may-care attitude, and a penchant for turning everything into a joke, he’s the embodiment of everything you hate. A cocky show-off who acts like the world owes him a favor just because he’s good with a sword.

And you? You’re just someone who doesn’t have time for his nonsense.

The mission was simple enough. Something about a demon nest hidden in the abandoned catacombs beneath the city. Dante, for reasons you’d never understand, insisted on tagging along. You told him no. He came anyway.

“Y’know, you really shouldn’t go into places like this alone,” he says as the two of you step into the cold, damp tunnels. He walks beside you, his oversized sword slung casually over his shoulder, a revolver holstered at his side. His red coat sways with every step, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at how effortlessly he makes it all look.

“Shouldn’t you be off somewhere preening in front of a mirror?” you snap, your voice echoing in the gloom. “Or maybe finding someone else to bother?”

He chuckles, that infuriating sound that somehow manages to sound both genuine and mocking. “Ouch. Right in the ego. You know, if you keep being this mean to me, I might start thinking you don’t like me.”

“Good,” you reply, not missing a beat. “Maybe you’ll take the hint and leave me alone.”

“Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. You hate that nickname. You hate how he says it, like it’s some kind of inside joke you’re not in on. You shoot him a glare, and he winks in response.

It doesn’t take long before the first wave of demons descends. You’re faster than him—quicker to draw your weapon and strike. Your blade cuts through the air with precision, dispatching the lesser demons with practiced ease.

Dante, of course, makes a show of it. He leaps into the fray like it’s a performance, spinning his sword in wide, exaggerated arcs. His guns bark loudly as he fires off a few rounds, each shot landing perfectly.

“Having fun yet?” he calls out, grinning at you over his shoulder.

You don’t answer, focusing instead on taking down the last of the creatures. When the fight is over, you stand amidst the carnage, breathing heavily. Dante, of course, looks like he just walked out of a salon. Not a hair out of place.

“You’re welcome,” he says, sheathing his sword with a flourish.

“For what?” you ask, wiping blood from your blade. “Showing off? Or getting in my way?”

“For making this whole thing more entertaining.” He leans casually against the wall, crossing his arms. “Admit it—you’d be bored without me.”

You don’t bother responding.

The deeper you go into the catacombs, the more the tension between you builds. It’s not just the danger of the place or the oppressive atmosphere—it’s him. Always there, always pushing your buttons.

“So,” he says after a while, breaking the silence, “why do you hate me so much?”

You roll your eyes. “Do you really want me to list all the reasons? We’ll be here all night.”

“Try me.”

You sigh, exasperated. “You’re arrogant, annoying, and you never take anything seriously.”

“Anything else?”

“You flirt with everything that moves.”

He smirks. “What can I say? I’ve got good taste.”

You stop walking, turning to face him. “This isn’t a game, Dante. People’s lives are at stake. If you’re not going to take this seriously, then just leave.”

For a moment, something shifts in his expression. The grin falters, and you catch a glimpse of something deeper—a flicker of understanding, maybe even regret.

Then it’s gone, replaced by that infuriating smirk. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got your back.”

“I don’t need you to have my back,” you snap. “I don’t need you, period.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he says, brushing past you. “But don’t be too surprised when I’m the one saving your ass later.”

You glare at his back as he walks ahead, his red coat disappearing into the shadows. You hate him. You really do.

But somehow, against all logic, you know he’s right.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Thailand is back in the game

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2025 Week 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 12 - Bite me. Of course I fucking adore this. It's exactly the style of BL I like best in the world. I love everything about it including that the dentist is unhinged. Will it push "worst trope" buttons or stay safe? Either way its gonna be fun. Mark is doing a killer job (and looks STUNNING). Plus Jimmy is gonna show up? I'm all in.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 21 of 24 - I love FaifaWine so much. How am I gonna judge this show when I feel so differently about each pair? 

Top Form (Thurs WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - Adaptation of a yaoi starring Boom (Chains of Heart) and Smart (Don't Say No). And... it’s fine. I like the leads quite a bit. There is a part of me though, that wishes this was getting a JBL treatment rather than Thai. I like that it’s gonna be longer this way, but the subject matter just feels more Japanese. The show is engaging enough despite this, or perhaps because of it. It’s interesting to watch Thailand tackle Japanese IP since there is built in stylistic tension. Right now it it is ill-fitting, like a shrunken suit. But it might turn out to be Velcroed on, and suddenly split open or be torn off, so I'm hypnotized. All in all, this is not what I was hoping for, but I'll keep watching if I can (I no longer have VIP status on WeTV). 

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 9 or 10 - I think the reason I really dislike the main couple is how truly childlike the uke character is. It’s not kinky, it’s just creepy. I like the second pairing of "arrogant asshole and ultra tsundere uke".

And.... suddenly everybody is getting it on. Of course I like the whole show better now but it’s taken too much to get here and we arrived rather precipitously.

My Golden Blood (Weds iQIYI) Ep 2 of 12 - I’m gonna say it. In addition to not having much chemistry, I don’t think the leads are doing a good job in their roles. They either need to be more campy or less. Joss is pretty darn wooden, but that’s nothing new. So it's Gawin who is disappointing me. He seems to be directed to become something very against his nature, so much so it's an awkward screen presence. It’s all rather unpleasant to watch. It can’t be just me feeling this. Right?

Okay but…

Puts snark hat on:

Are ALL Tong’s fluids potently golden?

ALL OF THEM?

That be a fun use of verse in the future. 

(We would never get that lucky though.)

Lost in the Woods (Weds Gaga) ep 1 of 7 - Started with singing which I was not happy about. I also really dislike the main character. I’m not wild about the actor either. I’m not sure if I can watch this show.

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 11 of 12 - Already one of the worst shows in BLandia and they just had to put in the amnesia trope! (Insert all & every expletive here. Only don't, because I can't even get worked up about it.) Worst trope ever. What am I supposed to do with myself? This is untenable. Yes yes I could drop it. But with only one more ep, and a serious sunk cost fallacy in play, I am seeing this bullpucky through to the better end.

But I am very bitter about it.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - It has taken me half the damn show to realize it, but this is Korea doing messy gays! I didn’t recognize, because we so rarely get this trope from KBL. How exciting. I don’t normally like toxic and messy, but I guess I like it now because this show is sending me. Yes yes it's unhinged but for soem reason I'm okay with it.

7 years (SEVEN YEARS) of these insane hyungs sniffing round this poor little gay baby like he's the chosen one in some harem m/m/m/m. It is wild! But I also do finally see why they all like Da-on so much. Good kiss but also... no kissing drunk baby!

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 12 - The sides are the only thing that matter in this show. I have taken a stance. Also I LOVE Ian. I had him for 5 seconds and will move mountains for him. 

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 7 end - WAY too much singing. Sigh. But otherwise a fine end.

Summary

A cute but soapy piece from Vietnam about a rich kid with a crush on a busker (who already has relationship problems). Pretty standard chaotic Vietnamese romcom with unhinged characters and a mildly incomprehensible plot about a boy who wants to be a singer and another boy who is in love with him + various exes. It’s fine if you have nothing else to do. (Which seems to be about how the music boy felt about the dude he ended up with.) 7/10

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 7 of 8 - again I either missed it or it didn’t drop. I'm struggling with YT these days.

It's airing but......

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interest me, not sure if it's BL.

Last Meal Universe (Thai ????) 8 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. I got a link to watch but it still wouldn't work for me, so I guess I'm waiting to see what happens.

In case you missed it

Gelboys (Thai iQIYI) 7 eps - It ended. How do we feel about it? Worth watching?

The Last Time (Thai WeTV) 8 eps - Ended? Anyone watch it?

BamBam of GOT7 just being very Thai about the prettiest contestant ever to be on a survivor show. And that's all Imma say about this rabbit hole. I don't normally cross the streams like this, but this is so BL adjacent and has gotta be someone's fanfic come to life.

I rewatched it - new segment

(because of the slump, here's what I revisited lately)

Minato's Laundromat - holds up

Cosmetic Playlover - holds up

Kiss X Kiss X Kiss: Perfect Scandal - holds all the way up (see gif)

Vending Machine Sono Koi - not so good on the rewatch

Dominant Yakuza and Wimpy Corporate Slave - still as silly as I remember, but not worth rewatching again soon

Hidden Agenda - a frequent rewatch for me, I find JoongDunk a very comforting pair

Bad Buddy - my first rewatch and I gotta say, I think this one was BETTER for me on a rewatch! Such a great show. I would go so far as to say this might be the best Thai BL as an example of OG Thai Uni BL. It just perfect a classic. You just have to like the classics.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Frigay Is Back!

3/28 Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri Viki) 10 eps - Trailer. Adaption of the comic by Lily, about a shy unpopular boy with a secret crush on best friend who somehow also ends up his school's relationship counselor. Supposed to have completed filming in 2022, the fact this has been in dev hell since then somewhat mitigates this being my most anticipated BL of it's original year.

3/28 Fight for You (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 12 eps - We haven't had cop/criminal in a long time, and from Taiwan no less, I'm looking forward to this!

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[bamfkeeper]

Kurt teaching you German numbers, his methods are very encouraging. 18+ under cut. MDNI.

This crossed my mind, and I think it's super hot. But maybe it's just meee idk 😖 It's all for fun anyway. I have trouble retaining information so I figured Kurt would come up with something to help you remember if you have the same issue. <3

Warnings: More dominant Kurt bc I wanna see more this side of him, it's not too crazy. Afab reader, sex toys, praise, orgasm denial, slight overstimulation, oral (reader giving), he uses his tail~ Not edited, please ignore grammar mistakes!

WC: 1.8k

You didn't speak German, when you met Kurt you vowed you'd try to learn. You asked him to help you from time to time, and he gladly did. He always praised you for words you got write, and gently corrected you or helped you when you got something wrong or simply couldn't remember. But even if you missed a day, you forgot everything. It was frustrating for you, how you couldn't retain something so simple. Kurt knew how you felt, so he thought he might change up the lessons to make them a bit more...interactive.

"We will start off easy, liebling." he hummed and sat in front of you, looking down at you on the floor. You were trembling and looking up with anticipation, biting your lip, squirming slightly on the vibe he had on your cunt. "Numbers. One through ten, ja?" he turned the vibe on a low setting, enough to jerk you up slightly, but not enough for you to reach your peak.

"Okay..." you rasped, crawling to be more sat between his legs. He chuckled and watched you fondle his growing bulge in his underwear. "Naughty liebchen..." he cooed, "Wait."

With a reluctant whine, you stopped and looked up at him again. Your cheeks were much hotter from the situation, he hadn't ever been this way before, but you weren't complaining.

"One." he said calmly, his tail curled up at the end as he watched you.

"Eins." you replied softly, your legs trembling. You could feel your core dampening, your clit throbbed against the dull vibration from the vibe. He grinned down at you, nodding. "Good. That's correct..." a press on the remote made the vibrator increase a notch, which in turn made you feel more pleasure.

"And what's two?" he asked, slowly pulling himself free, his cock slowly hardening as his hand stroked it. Your eyes were glued to his pretty cock, the tip beading already and you wanted to taste him.

"Zwei," you said back, hoping he'd let you suck him now. He saw your wants, but he didn't give in just yet. You were only on two after all, you needed to remember more than that first.

"Ah, good...three." he continued, hitting the next button to increase the vibrations. The second setting felt good, but not enough for you. You wanted more, and he saw your hips squirming. He smiled at you, he was unbelievably hot right now, it wasn't fair.

"Three." he whispered, "Make it to five and I'll let you cum." he promised, his hand steadily stroking himself. The promise of your climax made you feel more motivated, you were pretty confident so far. "Drei," your answer came out with a slight whine, and the vibe increased again, the third setting beginning to make a louder hum and your legs shook more.

"Das ist gut...you are doing so good." he whispered, "How about four and five? Can you remember four and five?" he asked, his hand moving a little faster on his cock. You bit your lip, spreading your legs slightly as you practically made a pool under you with how much you were leaking. "Ah...a-ah...v-vier...and....fünf..." you moaned loudly as he hit the button twice and the vibrations increased two notches.

He hummed and his tail tapped your back, urging you to scoot closer. "You did well, how about I let you reach your first orgasm? You remembered one through five, you deserve it don't you?" he reached down and cupped your face, his cock almost touching your lips but not close enough.

"Y-yes...." you whined, his finger pushed into your mouth gently and he tsked, so you corrected yourself. "Ja..." a bit muffled with his finger but...he got the gist. He nodded, his tail trailed your spine and moved between your legs. His spade cupped your pussy, feeling how wet you were and his eyes glistened.

"What a naughty girl. You are so turned on by this, hm? I had no idea this is what would get you to remember. I suppose we shall do this anytime you need a German lesson, won't we?" he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and held your chin, pulling you closer to his cock. It throbbed slightly, the head dripping sticky precum for you.

"Do you like when I am like this? You probably didn't expect it from me...but I assure you liebling...I can be however you want me to be." Kurt hummed and rubbed his cock on your lips. "Not yet..." he teased, his tail gently pressing your soaked entrance. "Tell me one through five again, sweetheart."

You were dizzy, you never thought Kurt could act like this, but hell, you weren't going to tell him to stop. You shifted, your back arching slightly, trying to get more of him to poke into you, but he anticipated this and withdrew his tail. "Kurt," you whined, pouting before reciting the numbers in German.

"Was that so hard?" he questioned, a playing smirk on his lips as his tail pushed back against you. Between his tail toying with you and the vibe, you weren't far from your orgasm. He worked you for a bit, until he felt you push your face into his thigh, moaning loudly as you felt your orgasm hit you. Your entire body shook with the shocks of it, the vibe was right on your swelling clit and it felt so intense that you swear the vibrations went straight to your toes.

"Ah...that's it...let yourself go, liebe...you're so good." he praised and groaned to himself, seeing you reach your peak almost got him to his own, his hand stroking himself hastily. When your orgasm was over, you whined and panted from the intense sensation still humming on your clit. He chuckled seeing your blissed out face, though slightly wincing from the overstimulation. "You are so beautiful...you feel so wet on my tail, liebe...can you get to ten?"

"A-aah...nngh, Kurt..." you whimpered, "S-s'too much..." you panted and held his legs. He shook his head and smiled, "Get to ten...then I'll give you a break."

He continued the slow count to ten, when he got to eight, you couldn't remember what it was. "Nngh...I-I don't remember..." you whined, your second orgasm right there....so, so close! You were right on the edge and about to teeter off when he cut the vibe's power. Your throat caught a strangled cry and you looked up at him. Your eyes held betrayal and he laughed softly.

"You know our deal, schatz...each number you get correct increases the power...for one you get wrong, you cannot come." he said calmly, explaining it in a teasing manner. His head tilted slightly, his hair curling at the ends and falling over his forehead. "Let's try again...from one."

You groaned and pouted, your forehead pressing against his leg. "Fine..." you muttered, feeling a little stubborn but obliging. One look up at him and your resolve melted away. You leaned up and kissed his tip before he could say anything in response. "Eins, zwei, drei." You said quickly, "Vier, fünf, sechs." your tongue dashed out and licked over his tip, tasting him. Your tongue took its time, slowly rolling over his head and pressing against the slit to get more of his precum.

"Sieben..." you trailed off and thought about what eight was, you had forgotten before. "Er..." you frowned, your brow furrowing in thought. His cock head came into view, you kissed the tip and suckled. "Oh! Acht!" you said proudly, making Kurt smile widely.

"Ja! Ja, das war gut!" he laughed and held the remote up a bit, turning the vibe back on. The vibrations weren't as strong as they were but they were slowly building back up. "Now what about nine and ten...?"

You moaned loudly, your already sensitive clit being stimulated raw like this made you more ready to cum a second time. The intensity of right before your climax overwhelmed you and the sensation continued. You felt like you were balancing on the rope right before free falling to pleasure, the vibrations just needed to be slightly more powerful...

"N-Neun...." you rasped, hot breath hitting his hard dick and he had to hold everything back, maintaining his composure so you completed the exercise. "A...and...zehn!" you weren't sure on that last one, but spat it out anyway.

Kurt was relieved too, he needed more from you just as you needed more from him. "Ja, good, you got them!" he turned the vibe up and he cradled the back of your head, pulling you to his cock and pushing past your lips. He bobbed your head and he groaned, "Ja...so gut...I know you've wanted this." he grunted out of a clenched jaw, his tail continuing to caress your pussy.

"More, liebling...I'm close." he warned, guiding you to bob your head quicker. Your hand reached down and fondled his balls, rolling them gently and earning louder groans from him. Each noise he made shot pleasure straight to your core. "Mmn, mmf!" you looked up at him as you tried to take more of him than you were used to.

You gagged slightly, but that didn't stop your determination. He watched with half lidded eyes as you tried your best to deepthroat him while your orgasm hit you. Your nose buried into his pubic hair, saliva dripped down his balls as your tongue pressed against his cock and protected the underside of him from your teeth. You muffled a cry as your body shook from the force of your climax rushed through you.

His eyes roll back and he jerks his hips up slightly, soon hot ropes of cum shoot out into your throat, coating your tongue as he pulls back so you don't choke. The sticky fluid fills your mouth and you eagerly drink it down. He feels you swallowing and he waits until you get it all, then he pulls himself out of your mouth.

"Oh, liebling...c'mere." he pulled you up, your poor legs trembled as you stood. He turned the vibe off and removed it from you, looking at your swollen and reddened clit. "Poor little button," he smirked and leaned down, laying a kiss against it. You moaned loudly when his lips touched your throbbing bud and he pulled back before it became too much.

He gave you that charming smile, and your exhausted face couldn't help but smile back. He would be the death of you, you swore. He pulled you into his lap and held you, kissing your neck and cheeks in a loving manner. He adored you more than anything else, and he loved how the two of you could have fun and explore these kinds of things together.

"You know...if you ever want to learn German colors..." he trailed off, flashing a mischievous grin. Maybe you could go for another lesson.

Thanks for reading.

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dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover images: Immortal X-Men #7 (2022)

[ninguitar]

꣑ৎ　────　𝓟OP THE HOOD , DA 　　　　　lovin' you long takes the pain away 𓈒𓈒

───﹙⚙️﹚𝓢. ｡｡　a trip to the froyo shop ends up leaving daniela with a broken-down car, but hey—at least she got a pretty girl to fix it!

𝓹airing. daniela avanzini x mechanic!f!r 𝓰enre. fluff wc. 1.9k notes. haiaiaiaiia idk anyt abt cars so take everything that is said abt cars w/ a grain of salt 😛 also thinking ab a part2 but idk !! lmk how yall feel or wtv (MASTERLIST)

now playing ⋆ ballad of a badman by tory lanez

MAYBE IT WAS DUMB LUCK.

daniela just wanted to get froyo on her way home; it shouldn't have to be such a big deal, and it sure didn't need to turn into a shit-show. her mustang was starting fine at first—jamming her keys into the ignition, a grin adorning her face as the engine roared lively. she drove safely, but not even an hour later, she stood at the side of the road, smoke coming out the cabin, and her eyebrows knitted together.

though, maybe her luck wasn't so bad, because barely a block away stood an automechanic shop, flashing the words, "tony's wheels & tires." and when she finally arrived at the shop from pushing her car all the way there, it appeared to be a big open garage with a couple cars parked in the slots—full of grease and strewn equipment, the faint smell of smoke and fuel lingered in the air. the bell above the door chimed every few seconds, the sound of engines running accompanying it.

and the sight of a disheveled you underneath a car, fiddling around with the bottom of it, welcomes daniela. a weary, heavy sigh escapes from your throat, as you mutter curses under your breath, before sliding out from beneath the car. shaking your hand in pain, you grunt, and your other hand jots down words on a yellow notepad frantically with a pen. while you were too immersed in writing down the cost of some repair, the latina slowly walks up to you, and you barely raise your head up—though not enough to spot her clearly.

interrupting your dazed, concentrated expression, daniela clears her throat, and your head shoots up, your expression falling into embarrassment. your eyes wander to the girl above you, and for a second, you stare palpably for a fleeting moment. with heat curling at your cheeks, you begin to fumble your words, "shit—didn't see you come in, sorry. hi, welcome to tony's."

the latina meekly flashes a soft, reassuring smile at you, and god do you look at her like she was the one who put the stars in the sky. "it's fine, i just got here," she murmurs, laughing lightly, as her gaze flickers to the navy blue mechanic's button-up that hugged your frame, her eyes fixating on your bright red name patch. and before you could respond back, a beagle appears at daniela's feet, its ears comically perking up, "hey, move along," you groan, gently shooing it away.

"sorry, 's just the owner's dog—she's usually a recluse, but i guess she just likes you or somethin'," you shake your head, a gentle smile painted on your face, before you raise your eyebrows, "so what can i do for you?" you tilt your head, fixing your gaze at eye-level, as you clutch your hand, sliding your notepad and pen into your pockets.

"my car—it broke down, and it wouldn't start. i tried to pop the hood open, but it started smoking, so i pushed it to the slot over there," she explains meekly, her hands clasped together, before she pointed out to her mustang. your eyebrows furrow, confusion washing over your features.

"you- you pushed it here?" you ask, laughing breathlessly, "christ, you know you could've called us, and we would've towed it, right?" you shake your head, a grin curbing your lips, as a playful glint remains in your eyes.

"i- fuck, you guys do that?" a sigh drifts from daniela's lips at your words, warmth spreading around her cheeks, as she wishes the ground could just swallow her up right now. god, she was embarrassing herself in front of you—an insanely, drop-dead gorgeous girl.

and really, she doesn't think it could get worse until you reassure her, your voice dulcet and coaxing, "yeah, but don't worry 'bout it. i think it's cute that you pushed it all the way here." the unbridled sincerity in your words accompanied by the series of giggles escaping your breath makes her knees buck, her self-restraint crumbling bit by bit. "anyway, i'll take a look at your car. 's the red one, right?"

once she nods, you brush past her, the plethora of keys cluttering your carabiner ringing through the lot. and while you were out there, checking out her car, daniela's gaze wanders around the place—random trinkets of spiderman, portraits, and posters crowd the back of the front desk. a bright red clock sat above the posters, ticking each second, and accompanying it was a sign that read "please ring the bell for service," with the words "don't" scribbled above it. and before she knew it, the door jingles a second time, the bells chiming, as you enter back inside.

your navy blue button-up was completely discarded, now swung over your shoulder, and instead, you had a grease-stained mickey mouse graphic shirt on. a thin line presses onto your lips, and reaching for your notepad in your back pocket, you pop the pen cap off. "your car isn't in such bad shape," you start, trying to alleviate her worries, before writing down on the notepad hurriedly, "your fuel pump's a lil' faulty, and you have a coolant leak." your eyes flicker to the latina, watching her profusely nod, trying to process your words. and continuing, you explain the time it'd take to finish the repair and the cost—the only words, 'not gonna be finished until at least next week,' registering in her head.

daniela huffs in defeat, crossing her arms against her chest, "next week? fuck, that's gonna be awhile," she mutters under her breath, worry lines creasing her forehead. you lean against the counter, shrugging, "i know, i really can't do that much—there's still a lot of cars that need to be fixed before yours," you murmur, a frown jutting at your lips, as you look back at her.

and with your eyes tracing her features, you blink, noticing the latina's tense posture, her fists clenched; you could tell she was visibly nervous. you teeter, as you cock your head, a resigned expression on your face, sighing, "i- i mean, if you wanna stick around for a little, i could, maybe pull some strings. just this once though." at your words, daniela's eyes light up, a fox-bright gleam in her eyes, and the corner of her lips quirking up, as she crosses her arms loosely against her chest, "really? you would do that for me?"

you hum lowly in your throat, nodding your head slowly, and scribbling over words on your notepad, trying to keep your eyes glued to your paper. you nearly go into anaphylactic shock at her smile, as your eyes flicker to her features, "yeah—'course, i'll see what i can do." a toothy smile curbs your lips, and you're so sure you look like an idiot trying to win her over—with a simple repair job at that—but you're just desperate.

you shrug, grabbing your toolbox that had random stickers stuck onto it, from under the counter, as you stroll back out into the lot, the curly-headed girl following you shortly. and noticing your stickers, daniela chuckles, "you must really like spider and mickey mouse, huh?" a teasing smile plays on her lips, as she watches you freeze in your movements, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

"you could tell?" you murmur, as you lean over the car hood, pulling the handle up, and popping the hood. you softly hum under your breath, before you look back, the girl standing gingerly while watching you, "you- you can pull up a chair from there if you'd like," you mumble, your hand pointing to the stack of chairs by the window. your eyes darts around the different fuses, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress a.

"what's your name anyway? never got it," you ask, as you check the clogged fuel filter again, your hands moving around meticulously. "daniela," she answers flatly, her eyes shamelessly trailing down your body. your face scowls at the blockages, too lost in looking at every fuse of the car to even notice the latina mindlessly watching you intently.

"you're a lifesaver, you know that?" she cracks up, chuckling, as she watches you concentrate with your eyes all narrowed. you roll your eyes, shaking your head, "been called stuff here and there but never a lifesaver." you tilt your head, a shit-eating grin curling on your lips. she scoffs, shaking her head in response, "i'm sure you're just exaggerating to make me feel special." her gaze flickers to your lips and then back to your eyes.

and for the rest of the repair, silence falls, leaving daniela with her thoughts. while you scrutinize her car, replacing a few things here and there, daniela couldn't help but notice the way your muscles flexed while your chest rose and fell, exasperated grunts escaping your lips every few seconds. synonymously, she couldn't help but chastise herself for gushing over you—a girl she barely knew but a sweet one at that. your eyebrows furrow, the tightness blooming in your chest, as you toss the girl a look over your shoulder, checking up on her, before brushing away a feeble string of sweat on your forehead.

after a good hour, you screw the hood closed, as you turn your head over to look at daniela—the girl practically knocked out on the small chair beside you. a chuckle escapes your breath, before you tap her shoulder, waking her up. "it's all good now. sorry for uh, keeping you out for awhile," you profusely apologize, dropping her keys onto her lap, as you wipe your hands on your rag, leaving your hands awkwardly clinging to your belt loops. a look of pity washes over your features. your heart knocks and knocks out of your chest, as you try to discern her expression, hoping she wasn't too bored.

daniela shakes her head, and with her voice smooth and calm, she drawls out, "it's fine, at least it's done earlier than in a week." it felt as though you were gonna drop dead at her reassuring tone, and in response, you hum, trying to dismiss the heat spreading at the tip of your ears. you lean against the car before fumbling over your words, "you- you can try out the car, see if it works y'know."

the latina nods slowly, "yeah, i'll definitely try that," as she enters the car, twisting her keys with a quick flick into the ignition, and finally does the engine actually rumble to life. you couldn't help but let a smile dance along your features, your arms crossed against your chest, as she rolls down the window.

"how much do i owe you?" she asks in a hushed tone, and you think for a fleeting moment before murmuring in between your teeth, "$30's fine," hoping nobody else could hear—especially when you lowered the bill by more than half of its original price. and in response, daniela furrows her eyebrows, clearly confused at how the price was now suddenly lower, but she nonetheless shook it off, handing you the money.

and before daniela takes off, she winks at you, a grin plastering her face, and you swear your heart squeezes ever-so-tightly that you could combust, melt, and ascend to the heavens. with your cheeks flushed, you take a few steps back, watching the curly-headed drive away from the lot. before you could wave, your coworker—kazuha—teases, "you know you have a fuck ton of cars to fix, and you need to pay the rest of her bill," as she nudges your shoulder.

you huff, sauntering over to the cash register inside, "shut up, it was worth it," you murmur, as you open the register, pulling out your wallet. you narrow your eyes, as you notice words written sloppily with a black marker on one of the bills daniela handed you.

call me, pretty (###)-####-#### - daniela

"can't believe a girl as gorgeous as her wants… whatever you are," kazuha snickers, raising her eyebrow, as the japanese girl flicks your forehead, making you push her playfully in return. you huff, a scowl on your face, before you slip the written bill into your pocket, shoving bills from your own wallet to pay off the rest of daniela's tab. and maybe you did have to work extra shifts to repair the rest of the cars, but you got daniela's number, and that was all that mattered to you right now.

so when you look me in my eyes

will you take some time?

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Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader / Daryl Dixon x Y/N Era: Commonwealth Description: I was watching Four Christmases and when Jon Favreau and Katy Mixon play Taboo, I just felt like that would be Daryl and his wife. Just a little drabble featuring that scene here!

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You leaned against the closet door frame, watching in the mirror as Daryl tugged a black shirt on, admiring the hard muscles in his back tensing. You could have a hundred years with this man and it would still never be enough, every single thing he did drove you crazy. Slinking up behind him, you snuck your hands over his shoulders and turned him around to face you. It was clear he was trying to hide his annoyance but you had always been able to see right through him. Batting his hands away, you started doing up the buttons for him.  

“You still mad at me?” You stuck your lip out in a pout.

Rolling his eyes, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Could never be mad at you, babe. I just can’t believe you’re making me go to this thing.” 

“This thing was a very kind invitation by our friends and we should appreciate that they invited us.” 

“They invited you, they don’t care if I come or not.” He grumbled. 

“I care. I want us to do fun things like game nights with our friends. Eugene and Max planned this whole thing so we could pretend things are normal for a night.” Reaching the top button, you rested your hands against his chest and grinned up at him. “You may not believe this, but I used to be a lot of fun. I used to throw parties all the time and I miss it.” 

Daryl huffed and looked away, “for the record, I think you’re lots of fun.” 

A laugh threatened to escape you. “Well now I’m going to be fun in a group of people, and you’re going to be there to witness it. And if it helps, Carol and Zeke are going to be there so at least you’ll have your bestie.”  

You gave him a teasing wink and took a step back, Daryl’s eyes trailed down your body and his lips parted in shock. You’d decided on the red dress that had lived in the back of your closet since you’d bought it your first week in the Commonwealth. It had been a pure impulse to buy the tiny, impractical dress when it was clear that a taste of the old world was in reach but you’d decided it finally deserved to see some action.

“You plannin’ on wearing that tonight?” His voice lowered. 

Straightening the hem nervously, you said, “uh, yes? Does it look bad?” 

Daryl tugged you into him by the waist, pressing his hips to yours and you could tell exactly how it was affecting him. “Hell no, ya look fuckin’ gorgeous. I don’t want to go even more now. Let’s just stay home and I’ll show you a real fun time.” 

In an instant, he lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and a fierce ache throbbed in your core. He turned and knocked you against the dresser, his lips leaving yours to kiss down your neck and to the swells of your breasts, pushing his body closer until you groaned at the feeling of his dick rubbing between your legs. You scrambled for grip on his shoulders, digging your fingertips into his shoulders at the pleasure shooting through your nerves. 

The sound of the doorbell ringing was like a bucket of cold water over you and you snapped away from him. You wiggled around until he dropped your legs and you rushed to pull your dress back down, running your hands over your hair to tame any flyaways that had cropped up from the impromptu makeout session. 

You slapped the back of your hand against his chest, scoldingly, “you are such a bad influence!”

“Ya seemed to be enjoying it from where I was standing’” He chuckled darkly and your cheeks darkened with embarrassment. “Don’t answer the door and I can finish what I started.” 

You batted his hands away and moved out of his reach. “Finish getting ready now, Daryl Dixon. We’re gonna go and we’re gonna have fun, dammit.” 

Before he could even finish the grumbling in response, you narrowed your glare at him and he snapped his lips closed. Slipping on your heels, you rushed to the door and threw it open to find Carol and Zeke both with raised, assuming eyebrows. 

With a cheeky shrug, you waved them in, “hello lovelies! Who else is excited for game night?” 

Zeke clapped his hands together and beamed from ear to ear, “I”m excited for an enjoyable evening, and an opportunity to beat some of our companions in competition.” 

Carol grimaced at his words and you rolled your eyes playfully, “I swear you and Daryl are the same person. He’s bound and determined to have a bad time at this thing too.” 

“Honey, we just don’t play well with others. Don’t take it personally.” 

Daryl stomped down the hall, shoving a wallet in his back pocket, and grabbed his leather jacket off the hook. His hair still looked like you’d had your hands in it, clearly he hadn’t thought it was necessary to undo your handy work. You caught Carol covering a smirk and knew she’d noticed the smear of lipstick on the side of his mouth at the same time you did. Hurriedly, you wiped it away with a thumb, ignoring his smug smile. 

“Let’s get this party started, I guess.” He muttered less than enthusiastically. 

Standing up on your tiptoes, you leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I’ll buy you some wings before we go if you don’t complain for the rest of the night.” 

He eyed you doubtfully and you nodded reassuringly. “Alright baby, lead the way.” 

~~~~

One hour and an order of hot wings later, the two couples were knocking on Euguene’s apartment door. Max opened the door with a flourish and a wall of noise hit you. At a first glance, you could see Yumiko, Magna, and Connie sitting on the couch all laughing and chattering happily with Lydia, who was sitting on Elijah’s lap, and Maggie and Aaron were talking by a table of food. 

“Hi you guys! I’m so glad you were able to come!” 

You led the group into the apartment and gave Max a tight squeeze, “thank you so much for inviting us. A game night was the exact thing I’ve needed after the week I’ve had.” 

Daryl squeezed your hip at that and you knocked an elbow back into his gut, forcing a comically big smile on your face. 

“Well you’ve come to the right place then! Some of us were just talking about starting a game of Taboo, would you three want to join in?” 

“Yes!” You answered for Daryl before he could comment and Max gestured for you to follow to the dining room table. As he passed the coffee table, Daryl grabbed a beer out of a cooler and you could hear the pop top within seconds. 

Linking your fingers with Daryl’s, you sat down across from Eugene and Max, leaving two open spots for Carol and Zeke on the other side of you. Eugene gave you a small smile and glanced over at Daryl. 

At your side, Daryl tossed his box of wings on the table and opened it, digging in as if there was no one else around you. You weren’t oblivious to the fact he was doing this as a way to feel less awkward in the group, even if it truthfully made him stick out more. 

Max pulled out the game pieces and started setting up the cards with the divider and the buzzer. “Okay so the basics of the game - you try to get your teammate to say the word at the top of the card, but you can’t say any of the words below this line, and if you say a taboo word, then you get buzzed. It seems pretty straight forward but it can get really tricky.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eugene whisper something in Max’s ear, side-eyeing you and Daryl. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked bluntly. 

“Oh,” Eugene jumped slightly at the tone, not realizing you’d seen him looking at you, “I was just informing Max that it might be better to pick a different game that would suit everyone’s level of gameplay.” 

“The hell does that mean?” Daryl barked beside you. 

“Well this can be a game of intelligence and smarts-” 

“I’ve played Taboo before, Eugene, it’s pretty straight forward.” You looked at him baffled. 

You could feel Daryl’s body tense beside you, and he cleared his throat, “You sayin’ we’re too dumb for your stupid ass game?” 

You placed a hand on his knee and squeezed, sending him a silent lifeline to remember that Eugene could be a giant ass without even realizing he was doing it. It was clear he was underestimating how good of a team you and Daryl could be, and you didn’t have any problem proving him wrong. 

Daryl picked up another chicken wing and ripped into it, glaring daggers at Eugene until the man’s hands were shaking nervously. Grabbing a stack of the cards, you pulled it close and shot him a tight lipped smirk. “Flip the tube.” 

“I-I beg your pardon?” Eugene stuttered, looking back over at you. 

“Flip. The. Tube.” Daryl repeated your statement, enunciating each word. 

Max raised her eyebrows eagerly and flipped the tiny tube over. 

“Capital of China.” 

“Hong Kong.” Daryl dropped a wing and picked up another one. Eugene sputtered at the incorrect statement but you ignored him and kept going. He just had to get the right answer. 

“Yes! Thing next to your bed on the nightstand.”

“A sock.” He said, giving a look to Eugene. 

“Yes!” You flipped the next card, “I helped you come up with this, when you were drunk, last year in Alexandria.” 

“Alibi.” Next to you, Carol and Zeke gave each other astonished looks. 

“Yes! The thing I’m not allowed to wear to the wrestling tournaments.” 

“Mini skirt.” He guessed immediately. 

“Yes! Me and you dry humpin’ on the beach.” 

Daryl dropped a wing and glanced over at you, “a screensaver.” 

“Yes, baby! This game is so easy.” You bragged, tossing your hair back a bit. “The only man that I’m allowed to cheat on you with.” 

He swallowed a gulp of beer, “John Grisham.” 

“Yes! Mexican dude.” You said plainly. 

He quirked an eyebrow in thought, “Ricardo Montelban.”

“Yes!”

“Time.” Max interrupted meekly. 

Daryl twisted to face you, giving you a high five and pulling you in, “Right here!” 

Without hesitation, you pitched forward and gave him a charged kiss. Instantly, he cupped your jaw and tilted your head to deepen the connection. You faintly could hear Zeke clear his throat noisily. 

“Okay, this is like an animals attack video, guys, there’s other people-” 

Panting heavily, you separated and he tapped your cheek softly, making you giggle nervously. You’d gotten carried away at how in sync you were and how hot he looked tonight. 

Zeke clapped a hand on your shoulder, “you guys got a lot, how many was that?” 

At the same time, you both said, “seven.” 

Across the table, Eugene coughed and you both turned to him and Max. He was smart enough to look a bit humbled by yours and Daryl’s victory. The rest of the table looked impressed. Carol gave Daryl a pat on the back in encouragement and you watched his cheeks redden at the attention. 

~~~~ 

Three hours later, you stumbled into your apartment with Daryl right on your trail. You kept giggling as his trailed his hands over your body, trying to get you to turn around and kiss him. You’d lost count of how many beers you’d both drank over the course of the night but you were definitely feeling the effects. 

“Admit it!” You shouted, louder than you’d meant. Daryl shushed you a bit and turned you around in his arms.

“Admit what, babe?” He murmured, still more focused on trying to get your dress off than what you were saying. 

“You had fun! It was fun!” Attempting to be sexy, you slipped his leather jacket off his shoulders and let it plop onto the floor. “And did you see the look on Eugene’s face when he realized we’d beat him at that stupid game?!” 

“Yes, babe, it was a fun night. But,” Daryl growled, sending goosebumps along your skin, “I don’t want to hear you saying another man’s name while I’m trying to take you to bed.” 

“Oh.” You said breathlessly. 

“Yeah, oh.” Slowly, his hands made their way to the top of the zipper and tugged it down, exposing your back to the cool air conditioned air. The dress slid down your body and pooled at your feet. 

You both looked down at the same time - your almost naked body contrasting against his full black attire made you clench your thighs in eagerness. You knew that your good night was about to turn into a great one just from the feral look in Daryl’s eyes. 

“I’m gonna give you a head start.” Your head snapped back up to look at him and he gave you a wild grin. “One-” 

You jumped into action, kicking the dress of your feet and sprinting around the kitchen island. Your heart was pounding with excitement. 

“Two-” His voice was low with lust. A squeal escaped your lips as you dashed down the hallway, his boots thudding in your direction. 

“Three-” You barely crossed the threshold of your bedroom when an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you off your feet as you collided with Daryl’s brick wall of a chest. His lips brushed the shell of your ear and he growled, “got you.” 

The fabric of his shirt rubbed against your skin in a delicious way and you let yourself melt into his touch. “I’m yours, D. Forever.” 

He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your neck, his way of letting you know that he heard you and appreciated what you said. Then he launched you onto the bed, making you giggle even more in surprise. 

This was gonna be one wild night.

[theshiniestgemstone]

get to know me!

hello pals! I'm Joanna, a 20 something year old graduate student with a newfound interest in The Righteous Gemstones. I'm not really sure what I want to do with this blog yet, but I've been writing fics for ages so I thought it was fitting to make a page. I'm currently writing for Gideon mostly, but I'm open to more if anyone would like to drop anything in my inbox <3 I'm also keen on sharing ideas with anyone who wants to see what I'm working on. xoxo- Joanna

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Requests are Open!!

masterlist- updated 5/25/25

*= smut, bold= dad!gideon, italics= gn!reader

gideon gemstone one shots:

muse (popstar!reader)

it starts with hello

runaway

my wife

stay safe

pretty isn't pretty

muffin girl

the tour guide

grilled cheese

the babysitter

meet cute- popstar!reader

waffle house (hints at a situationship)

sleeping beauty

comfort- nurse!reader

paper rings

da

oh waiter

jealousy, jealousy

nurse gideon

the christening

baby's first easter

eavesdropping

my baby

magazines

clingy

the prayer pod's double purpose

trust me

i'll drive forever if i have to

my eyes are up here

in the moonlight

drabbles/blurbs:

your first date

your relationship with the family

gideon in bed

childhood karate buddies

is he jealous?

judy and pontius' relationship

gideon's proposal plan

jesse and amber love their dil

gideon brings home a trans man

family's relationship with Ruthie

jesse's relationship with his daughter in law

amber's relationship with his daughter in law

gideon's love language

soft and sweet smut

childhood friends

requests:

possessive Gideon

jesse walks in on reader and gideon

car sex

pushing his buttons

Reader had a crush on Gideon but he didn't notice her until he came back from Hollywood

fooling around in the church after hours*

reader is Eli's nurse/aid

girldad!gideon

comforting Gideon after a semi-okay sermon

reader is a waitress and Gideon works up the nerve to ask her out

gideon taking care of ruthie when she's sick

honeymoon

ruthie finds out she's getting a brother

gideon and dry humping

gideon talking you through it

the family attends popstar!reader's concert

giving gideon head for the first time

munch!gideon

gideon likes when you wear his shirts

gideon's in love with his best friend

speed dating

gideon and smart reader

gideon eats you out for the first time

gideon x wheelchair user

reader asks jesse to walk her down the aisle

jesse becomes readers push partner

Protective Gideon x wild child yn

reader comforts gideon after s4 shooting

judy helps reader through a fight with gideon

reader enlists amber's help to tell gideon she's pregnant

reader asks for amber and jesse's blessing to propose

reader's parents show up and jesse defends her

reader's mom shows up and the family defends her

jesse cries when reader announces she's pregnant

situationship!gideon has feelings

gideon x plussize!reader

ruthie interrupts a service

reader has blue hair

gideon reunites with actress!reader

comforting gideon after a fight with jesse

series:

the intern- coming soon

untitled- coming soon